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abcdegcf · 1 year
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BROOO OOOO OOO i’m gonna need more of small crimes to function oh my goodness
Aaaaaaa, thank you anon — I actually am planning on writing another one-shot surrounding this pair (not sure about that though) + another one similar to this fic but it's the other way around (like, either reader cheating on Jungkook OR Jungkook having an affair with reader) because I love to suffer.
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abcdegcf · 1 year
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Small Crime
You find out that your boyfriend of seven years has been cheating on you. Instead of leaving your shared apartment, you end up wrapped around his arms. Or wherein a tumultuous relationship is separated into four theatre acts.
Word count? 3.6K
Genre? Angst, smut, established toxic relationship (Fem. Reader x Jungkook)
Contents and/or warnings? Infidelity, explicit language, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, oral (f. receiving), degradation, Jungkook's an indecisive jerk and a walking red flag
Author's note? The plot of this fic is highly inspired by the song 9 Crimes by Damien Rice, I listened to it a lot while writing this short fic for the most part. A specific part of this story though is based on a scene from a film called Closer (2004) starring Julia Roberts — which is one of my favourite films and is originally a dramatic play. Please take note that I do not condone nor support any forms of cheating. As always, please let me know what you think of this one by sending an ask — I'd appreciate it a lot. (P.S. This was posted in my previous account for a different idol, so this may seem familiar)
It would have been a normal Saturday night for Jeon Jungkook. He could imagine himself munching on burgers while watching a lame series on Netflix with you. You'd probably be curled up in a blanket against him with his arm wrapped around you as he traced random figures on your back with his fingertips. He could picture the both of you stealing glances of each other then laughing because that's what you used to do back in college — when everything still felt perfect. He could've been spending the night with you if he didn't fuck up.
But he did.
ACT I : THE WRONG KIND OF PLACE
"It's okay, she won't ever find out."
What a stupid statement. At the end of the day, he knows you'll find out about this cursed affair.
Instead of messing around the kitchen to tease you while you're cooking for dinner, he's pacing around his mistress' apartment. He's never felt this anxious before. When the affair first started, there was no trace of guilt that he’s feeling right now. He thought he loved the woman and appreciated her company at times when you’re not around. But he can’t help but look back at the many instances where he thought of you when he was fucking her. Maybe, he thinks to himself. Maybe it has always been you.
He hasn’t seen you nor heard from you for days — only because he decided to stay away in order to fix himself. Well, that's what he told you but it's far from the truth. Because if that was the case, he would've never answered any of her calls offering him some sort of comfort. He wouldn't even be here waiting for her in this damn apartment in the first place.
"You can stay here as long as you want... with me," was what she said. He still remembers the satisfied smile on her lips, probably assuming that he's decided to end things with you. How can he allow someone to falsely believe that he's choosing them?
Jungkook tugs on his hair, kneeling on the floor out of frustration. He wants to scream and shout at himself for starting something he knew he would have trouble ending. For starting something that will hurt the both of you.
And her, of course.
But especially you.
He's an indecisive jerk. An asshole for thinking about you in his mistress' apartment. A piece of shit who belongs in the trash for cheating on you. Words aren't even enough to describe what kind of person he is right now. No amount of insult can cover up the fact that he was fucking someone behind your back and didn't feel any sort of guilt while doing those forbidden acts. He can call himself the worst person but he knows damn well it won't change a thing — he fucked everything up.
Jungkook stands up from the floor before grabbing his phone out of his pocket. He goes straight to his inbox to read every message you've sent. The messages he hasn't read for weeks. The messages he could've and should've answered. He did everything to ignore you and everyone close to you. He hasn't even talked to his close friend Kim Taehyung because he knew his friend would've told him the harsh truths. He's only been relying on his mistress — who probably thinks he's choosing her. But is he really?
"Jungkook, I’m worried about you." One of your messages read.
Jungkook gently slams his forehead repeatedly against the wall. The sight of you anxiously waiting for him in the living room flashes in his mind. It happened so much that he's memorized that image. You've always been patient with him — only giving him an understanding smile whenever he shrugs off the simple questions that would leave your lips such as "why were you late?" and "how was your day?"
"Can you at least send an emoji? I don't know where you are and I'm really worried." Another one read. Why should you feel worried? Shouldn’t you feel mad at him instead?
But of course you’re not. Yet.
"Jungkook, I miss you. Just please come back."
You’re clueless — having no idea that he has been fucking someone behind your back, oblivious to the fact that he's been foolishly thinking he's in love with someone that isn't you and unaware that somebody else is kissing his lips that's supposed to be only yours. That he promised only belongs to you. You're so naïve to think he wasn't coming home to anyone else but you.
Your friends are right — you're too kind and trusting for your own good.
"Just come back home. I already have five bags of ramen ready for you and guess what? Hugs."
The thought of being back in your arms comes into Jungkook's mind. He misses your touch. Your kisses, even. Yours are soft and slow compared to his mistress' quick and harsh ones. He's never longed for you like this. Fuck, it didn't even cross his mind that this day would come. The day where he needs to choose between someone he thinks he truly loves and someone who satisfied him at times when he wasn't.
He was a jerk who thought he could have both.
Scrolling to the last message you sent to him, he can't help but laugh. Not because he finds this whole situation funny but because he doesn't know what to do anymore. He doesn't realize that while those laughs are coming out of his mouth, tears are already streaming down his face. He wants you back. He needs you more than before. But does he even deserve you in the first place? Hell no.
"Do you still love me?" your message read.
He's close in pressing the call button, wanting to hear your voice again. Just one hello from you is all he needs right now. But he's soon reminded by the reality when he hears his mistress call out his name.
ACT II : I'VE GOT NO EXCUSE
It’s not your fault but why do you feel like it is? It’s not you who cheated but why does it feel like you did something wrong? Why does it feel like you committed a crime? You can’t help but wonder — if you did better, would he still cheat? If you had known from the start, would he stop? If you weren’t so clueless, would it had been less painful?
Your name falls from Jungkook's lips but you don’t dare look at him. If you do, you might have to commit an actual crime. Be it an aggravated assault or murder.
Looking at each other used to be comforting but that’s not the case anymore. Looking at you reminds him of how both of you used to be so good together and looking at him reminds you of what he did. It makes you feel sick. You can’t even handle looking at him, let alone feel his presence.
"Can you at least talk to me?"
Jungkook stops himself from reaching out to you. As much as he wants to hold you in his arms and kiss you, he knows damn well not to. You'd hate him more for it.
You gather the courage to give him the coldest look you’ve never given him before. He’s never given you the reason to and you can’t help but wish it stayed that way.
"At least talk to you? Can you even hear yourself?" you cross your arms, taking a few steps closer to Jungkook. But not close enough for him to lay a finger on you. You swear to yourself that you won’t let him. No matter how much you miss his warmth.
"Well Jungkook, can you at least explain to me why?"
You expect him to say something — explain himself, give a reason even though you know damn well there isn’t any and there shouldn’t be, but he stays quiet. He tears his eyes away from you. He’s told himself he’ll be brave enough to face you but he can’t. Not when you’re staring right into his soul.
The intense silence is killing the both of you and you want it to end, so you come up with the worst question you could’ve ever asked.
"Did you fuck her good?"
You already know the answer but you want to hear it straight out of his mouth.
Jungkook's lips parted but no sound came out of it for a moment.
"Tell me," you demand. "Did you fuck her good?"
"Yes."
"How many times?"
"I don’t—
"How many—
"Fucking hell, Y/N! Too many times, okay?"
Just hearing it is enough to break you down. Tears are already streaming down your face but you don’t dare make a sound. Not in front of someone who’s unworthy. Not in front of him.
You swallow what seems like a lump in your throat.
"Did you fuck her on my birthday?"
You hear your name come out of Jungkook's lips. "What do you— why are you even—
"Goddamn it, Jungkook. Just tell me the truth," you snap. "It’s not like it will make the situation less worse if you tell me."
"Yes!" he admits. "Yes, I fucked her on your birthday. We fucked all night while you’re here waiting for me. We did it on the couch, in the shower, on her bed, everywhere. Are you fucking happy to know?"
Jungkook immediately regrets saying that. You can’t even blame him anymore. You demanded an answer and he gave it. Before you can even realize it, you start sobbing. Keeping your head down, you cover your face with both hands. You don’t want him to see you like this — tired and absolutely broken.
Maybe even beyond that.
You’re fucked up.
Jungkook calls out your name.
He can’t handle seeing you like this. If only he had thought about it before cheating on you.
He takes a few steps closer and pulls you into a hug. You can’t even push him away because fuck, you miss him. You feel pathetic but you have to admit it to yourself that as much as you hate him, you still long for him. You still want to be in his arms. You still want to feel him.
A few moments have passed and you’ve finally calmed yourself down. You wipe your tears off of your cheeks with the back of your hands. Jungkook even has the courtesy to help you out with your snot by wiping them away with his shirt.
You look up at him, still in his arms. "I want you to fuck me."
Before the man towering over you can even process what you said in his head, you have already captured his lips with yours. This isn’t right, you both thought to yourselves but none of you can even stop.
You both want each other. The way your hands tug his hair and the way he hold you tightly against his chest is enough to prove that.
You break the kiss to unbuckle his belt, slipping your fingers into his waistband. "I want you to fuck me like how you fucked her that night. You better not hold yourself back, you bastard."
Just one more taste, you tell yourself. One more taste and you’re done.
ACT III : LEAVE ME OUT WITH THE WASTE
This isn’t what you expected. Far from what you expected. What’s happening now was never part of your plan nor how you thought this night would end — discarded clothes, just two people who stupidly can’t get enough of each other exchanging saliva.
You’ve almost forgotten how addictive Jungkook's kisses are. It used to be a running joke between the two of you that once you start kissing him, you’ll always end up sitting on his lap and begging for more.
"You’re going to regret this," he reminds you in between kisses. "You’ll hate me for this."
"I already hate you enough to even think about this," you say with so much haste before diving in for another kiss.
Your wandering hands find their way on his hair, tugging on it as you deepen the kiss by sliding your tongue in. He tastes like cherry, you think to yourself. Is that what his other woman tastes like? You can’t help but wonder if he ever did something with her before coming in here. That thought alone makes your blood boil.
You continue to kiss Jungkook with so much frustration but ever slowly, to which he responds with muffled moans. His hands move to your hips as he starts giving sloppy kisses to your neck. You bite your lower lip to suppress a moan as he kneels down before you.
He starts planting light feathered kisses on your thighs, purposely avoiding contact where you need him the most. One of your hands grab a fistful of his hair, the other covering your mouth to stop yourself from making a sound.
You look down and almost immediately, you’re reminded that you had just found out he had been cheating on you. "I hate you so much."
"Do you really, Y/N?" Jungkook scoffs, looking at you in amusement. "You say that but here you are ready for my cock."
It’s true though. You are indeed ready for Jungkook. It’s been months since you two ever had sex, no thanks to the girl he’s fucking behind your back. You were deprived of intercourse and intimacy. Of love. You'd like to believe you deserve some action—rightfully so. And besides, giving your boyfriend a parting gift that'll make him regret what he did won't hurt you. Hopefully.
Jungkook stands up, towering over you as he slips one of his hands inside his boxer. You lay down on the bed, never taking your eyes off of him. You slip off of your underwear without a struggle as he starts stroking his quickly hardening cock.
You slip a finger on your already wet pussy, a moan coming out of your lips. "Fuck."
Jungkook is aware that you haven’t touched yourself for quite some time. He hasn’t either. Why would he when the woman’s hands were better? He mentally slaps himself for even thinking about another person. He distracts himself by watching you touch yourself. He can’t help but imagine how tight you are right now, how amazing it would be to feel your wet pussy around his cock.
You were about to insert a second finger when Jungkook pushes your hands away. Before you can even complain, he already has his head in between your legs. You bite your finger when you feel him breathing against your pussy.
"So fucking wet for me already, baby?" he purrs, the tips of his fingers running along your slit. He pulls the digits away, putting them inside his mouth instead to have a taste.
You watch him as he sucks the wetness from his fingers, cleaning them off. He slides one of his fingers without notice, rubbing circles into your clit before sliding in another one. He can’t help but admire the way your pussy swallows his fingers. This is far better than what he imagined.
"Fuck, I missed your pussy."
"Oh really? If you did, you wouldn't have fucked that bitch—
You had to stop midway when Jungkook starts pressing kisses — above your clit, to the side and then to the other. With each press of his lips, your hips twitch and squirm.
Your lips part in a gasp when you feel the tip of his tongue dipping down to your core. "Shit."
He flattens his tongue against your clit, lapping slowly over it. Your hand lay themselves on the back of his head, fingers lacing through his hair as you desperately whine for more. His hands hold both of your legs in place, his fingers digging into your thigh.
Jungkook traces the inside of your pussy with his tongue, thrusting inside. You let out a yelp as he lifts your leg over his shoulder.
"Jungkook," you call out his name.
He looks up at you, pulling his mouth away. One of your hands reach out to his as he starts thrusting faster. Fast enough to have your hips bucking against his fingers to match his pace. "Oh my god."
You want more and it seems like he won’t be stopping anytime soon so you yank his hair hard. "Just please fuck me."
He doesn’t need to be told twice, especially after everything’s that happened, the least he can do is let you be in control. He steps out of his boxers before lowering himself on the bed to hover his body over yours.
"I love you," Jungkook whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. "Fuck, I really do."
A part of you wants to believe that he means it. That even after all what happened, everything would be okay in the morning. That you’d forget about it. They’re all just false hopes, the other part of you reminds.
Jungkook's thumb brushes against the curve of your breast as his lips press a wet trail of kisses on your collarbone then onto your ear. He cups your breast, his fingers pinching your nipple. You hear yourself let out a series of quiet whimpers as soon as he wraps his soft lips around your nipple.
You arch your back. "Oh my— fuck, Jungkook."
"Do you want this?"
You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. "Just— just fuck me already."
He doesn’t waste time. He spits on his hand before wrapping them around his cock, carefully stroking it. Adjusting himself above you, you feel the ridge of his length brush against your clit. You hold onto his shoulders, trying to stop yourself from making any more sound.
"I need you," you moan, squirming underneath him. "I need your cock."
Jungkook guides his cock to your entrance, finally plunging himself into you. He watches you as your face twists after every added inch. With his cock finally buried inside you, he lets out a grunt as you pair it with a cry. He feels your nails digging into his shoulders, adding more pleasure.
He pulls himself back before snapping his hips forward again. You bring your legs up, wrapping them around his waist. Shaky breaths fall from your lips as he continues thrusting into you. Each thrust becoming more forceful and faster, your body sliding up and down the mattress.
One of his hands grab yours, slamming them down on the mattress above your head. With your nose touching, you stop yourself from kissing him. Everything’s becoming too intimate and you don’t like it. Not because you don’t want it. You’re just scared that you might find it hard to leave the moment this night ends.
"My baby feels so good," he whines, your name along with a few curses falling from his lips over and over. "You’re doing so well for me."
Jungkook grits his teeth, fucking you harder. You can tell he’s more desperate than before and so are you. With one of his hands holding your leg, you feel his fingers dipping into your skin. He looks down to where his cock is fucking into your pussy, admiring the view.
You feel the swell inside your pussy as your walls tighten around his cock.
"I’m gonna— holy shit, you’re gonna make me come," he whispers into your ear before he tips his head back, eyes shut as his deep grunts turn into frantic high pitched moans. "Y/N, you're gonna make me come."
You push some of his hair out of his face as you feel your orgasm finally hitting you.
"You’re gonna come for me, yeah?"
You can’t utter a word, humming in response instead.
His hips continue to move, his pace less consistent compared before.
As your slippery cunt sucks him right back in for the final thrust, he spills deep inside of you. He trembles, capturing your mouth with his. He cups your cheek with his hand that was previously holding your leg and gives your forehead a gentle kiss.
"Just so you know, I didn’t fuck her like this," Jungkook says, laying his head on your chest. "Never like this."
And he means it.
But you sure as hell don’t believe it.
ACT IV : THE FINAL ACT
Jungkook quietly admires you as his fingers intertwine with yours. In his mind, everything’s fine — he has stopped the affair and he’s now back in your arms. To him, you have already accepted him back to your life the moment you pulled him in for a kiss last night. And he's ready to leave all of that past shit behind.
You force a smile as you watch him gently plant a kiss on each of your fingertips before pulling you closer to him.
"I love you. Always remember that, okay?" he gives you a warm smile, not knowing that you'll be leaving him in the morning.
"I love you too," you tell him, cupping his cheek.
He deserves at least one photo. One photo that will remind him of something or someone he lost and will never get back. For you, that's the perfect revenge. You'll leave the rest of the work for karma to do.
Maybe you can pretend he never cheated. Maybe it’s easier to move on that you thought it would be. Maybe he’s never really stopped loving you at all. Those are just some of the things that kept you up all night but are not enough to stop you from leaving. You’ve had your taste and now’s the time to go.
When Jungkook was asleep, you took the opportunity to take everything that will remind him of you. Your clothes, the photo albums that both of you treasured for years and even the anniversary presents you once thought were special. You almost wanted to bring this framed photo of you and him smiling at the beach but you decided against it.
Jungkook should’ve never felt relieved that night. He regrets falling for his false hopes that what happened last night was enough to make you stay. Because the moment he opens his eyes with his arm searching for your absent body in the morning, you’re gone.
Just gone.
Every trace of you is gone as if you never existed at all. It almost made him question if what happened last night was ever real at all.
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abcdegcf · 1 year
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Watermelon Sugar.
It's clear to Jeon Jungkook — you consider him the bane of your existence but boy he'd do anything to have a taste even if it means possibly getting caught in your university building's library and have both of you expelled.
Word count? 2K
Genre? Smut, porn without plot, enemies to friends w/ benefits to lovers (Fem. College Student Reader x Fuckboy Jungkook)
Contents and/or warnings? Public (library) sex, explicit language, vaginal fingering, oral (f. receiving), a bit of face fucking, cum eating, spitting
Author's note? Just in case anyone's wondering and found this rather familiar, this was previously posted in my old account. I added a few stuff here and there but nothing much changed. For those who haven't read this one, hope you guys like it. Also, would you guys want a second part? Let me know by sending an ask, I'd appreciate your feedback and such.
"Do it," you challenge the guy in front of you, crossing your arms. "I dare you."
It’s supposed to be a typical Friday afternoon. After classes, you’d spend an hour or so at the college library to finish some assignments, look through the thousands of books, mind your own business at the quiet halls then head straight home. Getting sidetracked by human interactions is the least of your worries, knowing that all of your closest friends attend different colleges — hence, you barely spend time outside the privacy of your room besides the college building. You should be fine in your second year... right?
The answer's probably not.
Because Jeon Jungkook decided to ruin your daily routine by starting an argument over your love for space exploration —that he believes is an utter bullshit— much to your chagrin. His whole conceited demeanor changed when he takes notice of the lip balm you’ve had clenched in your fist, an idea coming up to his mind.
"Don’t mind if I do," a smirk appears on his face, taking a few steps closer to you.
Of course, you’ve seen it coming — the expression on his face and his body language says it all. But it’s all so sudden when he grabs you by the hips, pulling you closer to him. The lip balm in your hand drops to the floor and is completely forgotten as he grabs your chin, closing the gap between the two of you. Your heart starts pounding whilst he keeps his eyes on you. You can barely form coherent thoughts, your main focus is on his lips — hoping he’d get the signal to kiss you.
Thinking that he isn't going to do anything unless you do the first move, you throw your last bit of shame out of the window and take his hand onto your lips before kissing his knuckles. Trailing kisses on his palm then onto the back of his hand, you hear a hum of approval. In an effort to seduce him —as if what you’re doing isn’t enough— you take one of his fingers and start sucking it into your mouth, looking straight at him.
Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat before planting a kiss on the slope of your neck. Coincidence or not, he’s hit the specific spot. It’s enough for your breath to hitch in your throat. You hastily drag his hand down to lift your skirt up a bit. You feel his lips smirk against your neck when his hand’s finally underneath your underwear, stroking your wet pussy.
Just when you think it’s finally happening, he almost immediately pulls his hand away from where you need him the most and leans his forehead onto yours.  "Are you sure you want this? That you won't regret doing this?"
What he does next surprises you — he brushes your hair away from your eyes before kissing your forehead. "Tell me, Y/N. Do you really want this?"
It's what your closest friends would call "the bare minimum" but coming from Jungkook, it's enough send butterflies in your stomach — as cringe-y as it sounds.
Whatever happened to the annoying person who confidently said they want a taste of your lips?
"Just do what you have to do," you breathe out, almost sounding like a whimper.
You hear him chuckle. "You're so fucking cute and needy for me, huh?"
He doesn’t give you that much time to think of a comeback, pressing his lips against yours. Your back hits the bookshelf behind you as you fold your arms around his neck, combing your fingers through his hair. You feel the hand on your neck cradle the back of your head, pulling you as close as possible. His smooth tongue toys with your lips, invading your mouth as you sear each other with hot, passionate kisses.
"Your lips taste so fucking good," he says in between kisses.
Soft moans escape from both of your lips, filling the quiet corner of the library.  "Want me to eat you out? Make you feel good?"
He doesn’t even let you answer as he already knows what it is, capturing your lips again with his.
You pull away from the kiss. "Jeon, we can’t do this here."
"Where do you want to do this then?" he asks you, caressing your waist and you can’t help but admire the tattoos on his arm. You may dislike him but he's a lot of things other than the fact that he's fucked loads of people — one being he's a tattoo artist and apparently, he really is passionate about it.
"Y/N, baby. Where do you want to do this?" Jungkook asks again, snapping you out of your thoughts. "I'm not going to do anything unless you're comfortable."
Your dorm room? Definitely not, he’s going to get himself kicked out before he can take one step inside. Restroom? No way in hell you’re going to enter the men’s restroom nor let him enter the women’s restroom. An empty classroom? You doubt there’s a single one that’s unlocked. Running out of options, you decide to take the risk.
"Fuck it, let’s just do it here."
Jungkook kneels down, looking up at you. "You have to be quiet though."
You scoff. "I find it quite an easy task— shit!"
Almost immediately, you cover your mouth with your hand when he presses a gentle kiss on your clothed pussy. His hands have found their way on your bare thighs, thumb brushing against your skin. You shift above him, feeling the anticipation of having his tongue against your core coming in.
He senses your impatience, a mischievous grin sliding onto his lips. "So you’re saying?"
"Asshole," you mutter to yourself. "Can't you shut up and just do it?"
"I’m doing you a favor here—
Before he can even finish his sentence, you’ve already knitted your fingers in his hair to tug him towards where you need him the most. "For goodness sake — just shut up, Jeon."
You try to look around to make sure no one’s suspicious of the noise you two have been making. Luckily, you’re in the Reference Section of the library that barely anyone walks through. It’s a perfect spot for people like you who can’t contain their hormones.
Jungkook doesn’t give you much time to think as he cups your heat with his hand to feel your wetness soaking through the fabric. You bite into your finger to suppress further noises escape your lips, watching him slide his fingers into the waistband of your underwear to pull it down onto the ground. You mindlessly spread your legs for him.
He looks up at you, a cocky smile plastered on his face. "You’re already this wet?"
Not wanting to hear another word from you, he starts teasingly sliding his two fingers up and down your slit. It’s enough to make you shudder, the feeling of his fingers’ already too much for you. You feel one of his fingers poke your entrance but before you can signal him to move, he finally pushes it inside you as his mouth starts working on your clit.
"Put one more," you manage to breathe out as you tug on his hair harder, your face and neck already covered with light layers of sweat.
You feel his lips smirk against your wet core before he slowly pushes another finger in, making you gasp loudly. He abruptly stops his movements, looking up at you. He’s never seen you this flustered, chest rising and falling with your pussy all wet and glistening for him. Usually, you’d have this stern look on your face before he can even say a word to you.
"I thought shutting up is an easy task for you?"
As much as you want to slap that stupid grin away from his face, you’re too preoccupied to even bother think about a comeback. Slowly thrusting his fingers in and out, you arch your back from the shelf while holding on to his hair.
"Do you want it faster, Y/N?" he asks, before licking a bold stripe from your entrance up to your clit.
He expects you not to give in that easily but you nod, whimpering at the sensation. "Please Jeon, just please."
"Well, that was easy," he teases before he starts fucking your hole faster with his fingers, producing lewd and wet noises.
You watch him as he flicks his warm tongue against your clit before sucking it, curling his fingers inside of you at the same time. Pushing him closer to your dripping pussy, you lift one of your legs to rest your foot on his shoulder for support. He would’ve been annoyed at you for laying your dirty shoe on his white polo but this position’s giving him more room for his tongue so who’s he to complain?
"Jungkook— fuck," you pant.
He smirks against your core, loving the fact that he’s making you feel good enough for you to call him by his name. Not Jeon. Not even asshole nor jerk. You called him Jungkook.
"You like that, Y/N?" he moans against your pussy, the vibration making your insides turn from the immense pleasure. He keeps the drilling pace of your pussy, feeling you clench around his fingers to signal your high. Not to keep you waiting, he continues to wrap his lips around your clit — sucking on it while flicking his tongue around with no intention of stopping.
It doesn’t take that long for you to feel your body giving up on you, legs shaking from pleasure as your head falls back.
"Are you gonna come for me, baby?" he presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing it roughly as you start rocking your hips against him. 
You can only moan in response, forgetting about the fact that you're inside the university library where anyone can hear you. "That’s right, come for me."
As much as you want to slap that smirk out of his face when he called you by a pet name (that you hate, if you may add), you badly need to come.
"Holy shit," you drag out as you spill everything on his fingers and mouth.
Jungkook doesn’t waste time to stand up, keeping your juices inside his mouth. Cupping your cheeks, you almost immediately knew what he’s going to do. You part your lips open as he spits your cum into your mouth, not letting a single drop spill down your chin. "You’re so fucking hot."
If both of you weren't in such a risky situation that could get both of you expelled if he doesn't do it quick, he would’ve taken his precious time to look at your fucked out expression but he needs more. He wants more. Just as he’s about to unbuckle his belt, you’ve already pulled up your underwear before you start wiping your sweat off with the back of your hands.
He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, placing his hands on the sides of his waist. "You’re leaving?"
"Yeah," you casually say as if the person that you believe you dislike so much didn't eat you out. You grab your backpack from the ground, slinging it onto your shoulder. "Do you have a problem with that?"
He looks at you in disbelief, pointing at the obvious bulge on his pants. "You’re going to leave me with this?"
"You can handle it on your own, can’t you?" A cheeky smile escapes your lips.
Turning around to walk away from the clearly disappointed Jungkook, you suddenly hear him call out to your name. "Not even a helping hand?"
You stop in your tracks to face him again. "I’m not the type to return a favor, Jeon." And now you’re back with the last name basis.
"You’ve had your taste, that’s all you’re going to get."
Jungkook can only smile to himself. He'd be lying if he says he didn't think it would end up this way — he wouldn't be bothering you if you were an easy catch. Poking the side of his cheek with his tongue, he thinks of another way to annoy the hell out of you. He sure is the bane of your existence but one thing's for sure — you'll be coming back for more.
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