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What We Need
[Summary]: You and Jungkook are polar opposites. Except in the bedroom. You two agreed to just sex after breaking up, realizing that your personalities weren't working in the dating world. But the world has warned you that fuckbuddies never truly stay as fuckbuddies.
[Theme]: Non Idol AU, Ex's AU, Fuckbuddies AU, Enemies to Lovers(?) AU
[Rating]: 18+ for sexual themes and innuendoes. Spanking, marking, kissing, nasty time. Demon JK.
[Word Count]: 2,143
[A/N]: I am filthy, sorry ㅠㅠ.
This is a constant cycle.
You get horny. You text him. He comes over. He fucks your brains out. He leaves.
Or, vice versa.
This is something you both agreed on a while ago.
Dating didn’t work out for the two of you. You tried, but your personalities clash in the worst possible way. He’s too reactive — everything was either offensive or annoying to him. Especially when it came to jealousy. The man couldn’t stand just a look from another man in your direction. It blew all his fuses, and cut your own short just trying to understand him. On the other side, you hated talking about anything at all. Half of his reaction came from the fact that you couldn’t explain why you were angry about it. It left both of you frustrated. You felt he should have known without you having to explain the obvious, and he felt that his feelings and reactions were valid, even if it was over just a small issue.
Just about the only thing you both agreed on was sex. After you broke up, the two of you couldn’t deny that no one else matched up to the way you two fucked. You tried another partner, but he couldn’t give you the same satisfaction that Jungkook gave you. Apparently, Jungkook was in the same boat.
Putting all your hatred for the man beside you, there’s no denying how attracted you are to each other and how well you two click in the bedroom. That’s obvious now more than ever, in the depths of his sheets, with his mouth on your clit and your fingers tugging on his hair.
“Ffuckk,” you cry, pulling on his locks.
The man beneath you simply grips your hips tighter, digging his fingers into your skin. He’ll surely leave marks, and you smile knowing that he knew you’d like that.
Jungkook moans into your pussy, his tongue delving into you every so often before he swirls around your clit in the way you like. The hotness of his tongue fills you with a fuzzy warmth at the pit of your stomach with every movement, moan, and grip he enforces onto your body. He’s been at it for 10 minutes, eating you like you’re Thanksgiving dinner. There are juices dripping from his chin onto the hardwood floor, but he doesn’t care. He’s determined to make you reach another high. He’ll make it happen, and you know it.
You almost feel yourself there, and you try to pull his head away at the feeling. But he’s too strong for you; your efforts are completely fruitless against his torture.
“K-Kook,” you gasp, scared of the orgasm you feel looming over you. “T-too much.”
He simply shakes his head, knowing you can take it. He hums against you, adding two fingers into you, and curling them upwards into your g-spot while focusing all his tongue technology on your clit.
This seems to do it, and he moans into you when you cum for him, spilling out onto his fingers just the way he likes it. You cum saying his name over and over again, sending him into a praise-kink frenzy with the way you chant his name like it’s the only word you know.
Jungkook pulls away from you, and quickly takes off his black Calvins before he rests a knee on the bed. You shiver at the cold air hitting your pussy, a stark difference from the fire that his tongue played over your folds just moments ago.
“You good?” he asks, wiping your juices from his mouth with the back of his forearm. He pumps his dick for a second, feeling dominant knowing he got your body to look as fucked out as it looks below him.
You catch your breath for a few moments, placing your arm over your eyes as you pant into the air. You hear Jungkook laugh at you, and you almost say something before you hear him ripping open a condom and sliding it on.
You take your arm off your eyes, staring at him upsettingly.
“That’s my favorite part,” you frown, sad that he didn’t allow you to slide the condom on. Typically, you give him a good sloppy-toppy before you slide the condom on in return for eating you out to hell and back. So you feel a little confused as to why he wouldn’t want one this time.
In fact, this isn’t the first time he’s cut your time together a little shorter than it usually is. These days, he’s been leaving out an activity or two in your typical fuck schedule, cutting the time in half. You hate that it makes you feel scared. You’re not together anymore, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he probably has other dates and girls to fuck after this. You hate that you don’t like that idea.
“Sorry,” he laughs. “Do you want to?”
“Well,” you sigh, turning over onto your stomach. “I did, but let’s not waste a condom. It’s fine.”
Jungkook strokes his cock at the sight of you. This is his favorite position by far. Something about it makes him cum in seconds, and he doesn’t know why.
“Next time,” he promises.
But you roll your eyes, remembering that he had said that the last time he denied you.
“Sure,” you say dryly.
Jungkook slaps your ass hard, and you jolt, looking back at him with a furrow between your eyebrows. He does it again harder, and you gush out. Unwilling to give him the satisfaction of the fact that you liked it, you attempt to reprimand him, but he’s already slipping into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size and his speed. He pistons into you, gripping your waist hard and using it for support as he slams his hips against your ass.
“Hmm,” he whines between a thrust. You can imagine his face right now, tilting his head back at the feeling while his eyes shut in an attempt to control himself. “B-best pussy, ffuckk.”
You nearly scream into the mattress, trying to hold in your third orgasm for longer. He fits you like a puzzle when you’re like this. Dick perfect for you, and body so capable of giving you what you need. He’s brutal with you, and he knows every single one of your limits. He knows how you like it, and you know how he likes it. It’s perfect...just for now.
“K-Kook,” you mewl into the back of your palm. He grabs it, placing his palm over the back of your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. He does the same to the other one, trapping them against the sheets next to your head under his weight.
“God you’re so good,” he pants in your ear. “No one else, you hear me?”
You nod frantically, unable to produce a sound. His hair falls against your cheek, moving with his thrusts as he continues to fuck you to oblivion.
“You’re my slut, understand?” he grunts angrily, gripping your hands tighter. “No one else can fuck you like this. Only me.”
“Mmhm,” you whine, leaning your head back against his shoulder. You feel him almost kiss your neck, and you whine in disappointment when he doesn’t indulge in the opportunity.
“Fuck— say it Y/n,” he demands. He bites on your ear gently, waiting for a response. When you don’t answer, he pulls out without a warning.
“What the f—” you pout, feeling completely empty. You were almost there, and he took it away from you. These questions were typical of your fucking activities. So why he wasn’t satisfied by your answers this time leaves you unable to determine what to do next.
Looking back at him, you feel confused by his expression. But he doesn’t give you time to analyze it before he turns you over onto your back, pushing your legs up to your chest as he aligns himself up again.
“Jungkook, what are you doing?” you ask him. You two agreed not to do missionary anymore. It’s too personal for just fuck buddies. But you watch him break the rules right in front of you, and all you can do is question him, unable to find the will to stop him.
He slips into you slowly, causing you to gasp at the feeling you had forgotten this position gave you. You’re not the only one feeling the effects of it. The man before you begins to lose strength, resting his forearms on the sides of your head. He traps you with tattoos, piercings, and honey skin, leaving you to feel completely overwhelmed by the familiarity of the unfamiliarity you are experiencing with him right now.
“Say it, Y/n,” he bites on your neck.
Jungkook’s pace returns to what it was before. You find yourself grasping onto his back for support, digging your nails at the feeling that you missed so badly but couldn’t admit to him that you did.
“O-Only you, Koo,” you tilt your head back against his hand. You give him the answer he always asks for. “Only you can make me feel this w-way.”
But something in Jungkook isn’t satisfied. He suddenly gains strength again and hikes your legs over his shoulders.
“G-god,” he rolls his eyes back for a second at the feeling before looking down at you. You’re so blissed out, so satisfied and fucked to the core. He feels himself hit your cervix, prompting him to go faster and deeper than he has in months. The feeling causes you to cry from the pleasure, feeling so overwhelmed and confused by the man above you. But he doesn’t stop. In the next few moments, he sears his lips onto yours, kissing you hotly and passionately — another rule broken. Despite the forbidden, you can’t help but embrace him. Jungkook’s a good kisser, but on top of that, you really missed this with him.
You slide your hands around his neck, holding him against your lips, refusing to let him go. He’s sloppy and wet, but you don’t care. Not when it feels so good to be kissed by him again.
Jungkook feels his dick twitch harshly when you whisper his name against his lips, biting at his bottom lip a little. Kissing you sent him into a high before, but kissing you now? He forgot what it felt like, and his balls tighten just from the thought itself.
“M’ gonna cum,” he groans, head falling into your neck heavily.
“Me too,” you admit. You clutch onto him, gasping as one hand sends red streaks down his back, and the other tugs on his hair like he’s some rag doll.
You tighten around him so tightly when he begins to move faster, causing him to falter in his rhythm a little.
“S-So, tight, Y/n,” he moans. His dick twitches inside of you as you cum on his cock, forcing him to follow in his own streaks of white paint. “Fuckk,” he curses into your skin.
He rides out both of your highs, too blissed out to tell how long it’s been since the two of you came, too overwhelmed to stop.
It’s not until you push on his shoulders that he finally snaps out of it.
The two of you look at each other for a long while, ignoring his dick slowly going flaccid, and the whole area down there growing cold from the lack of friction. For a while, you watch his pupils grow to the size of nickles as he looks into your eyes. He presses his palm against your cheek, and you lean against it out of pure habit.
The action causes him to scrunch his nose in laughter. You can’t help but follow after him. You laugh with him, feeling relief that the laughter you share is both of your realizations that things can't continue like this anymore. Not when it felt too good to break the rules. Not when you realize that maybe the rules need to be broken to start something new...again.
He begins to die down his laughter for a second, still smiling, but this time not showing his teeth.
“Y-You wanna try this again?” he asks first. “I’m willing to put in the work we need.”
“If you’re willing, I’m willing,” you brush the hair out of his face.
He kisses you again, softly this time. It’s real, and it feels different from all the times he’s kissed you before. There’s truth in his words. You feel that he’s already changed already, and it inspires you to change as well. For you and for him so that the two of you can work as a couple again.
“We’re so stupid,” he laughs again, brushing his nose against yours.
“We are,” you admit with a smile.
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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]
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𝐸𝓍 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 2
Three Shot (2/3)
Pairing: Jungkook x y/n
Genre: ♤Romance/ exes au/ Jealousy
Warning: exes au/ toxic/ Jealousy/ jealous Jungkook/ ex boyfriend Jungkook
Word Count: 1414 😳
Synopsis: When the time to move on finally came but Jeon Jungkook has other plans
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
MASTERLIST
Tag list: @mwitsmejk
Y/n took a deep breath as soon as Jungkook withdrew his lips away from hers. She felt her legs numb. She never had a kiss as intense as this one. This is the first time Jungkook kisses her this way. Her eyelids were heavy and she couldn't open her eyes. But she quickly came back to herself when Jungkook said, "you are still mine!"
Y/n pushed Jungkook away from her. Her chest still heaving up and down. "I am not yours." She harshly announced. She looked at him in the eye and said, "You know! I regret giving myself to you. I gave you everything so easily. I told myself you loved me so no need to play hard to get. But now I am not the stupid Y/n i used to be. I am not going to give my everything to a guy just because I love him. So please understand, I am not yours." She calmly said turning her back at Jungkook.
"And I don't give second chances to someone who meant to hurt me. I better go with who I think is the best for me. Right James?" Y/n looked at James with a smile on her face. She grabbed James' hand and walked with him towards his car.
Jungkook stood there in shock. Y/n's words kept lingering in his mind as he looked at her fading figure walking towards a car. Jungkook's gaze slowly moved towards y/n and James intertwined hands. He quickly looked up when he saw James looking back at him. Jungkook's eyes met James eyes as he glared at him.
And at that specific moment he saw a smirk forming on James' face as his hand left y/n's hand and he placed it on her lower back. Jungkook's jaw tightened as he poked his cheek with his tongue. "How dare you! You bastard!" Jungkook spoke before turning around and walking towards his car.
The ride home was silent. No one spoke anything. Y/n's mind kept going back to Jungkook. *Why was he there? Did he know I was on a date there? Was he there on purpose?* those questions kept coming to her mind. But her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by James voice.
Y/n's P.O.V
"Y/n are you ok?" James said not moving his gaze from the road.
"Yes, I am fine. I am sorry about earlier." I said not looking at him.
"Don't worry! It's fine babygirl." James replayed with a smile on his face.
Babygirl?!...... since when did I become his babygirl.
"James...." I called his name as my eyes moved towards him.
"Hmm" he hummed in response.
"Can..." I took breath doubting what i want to say. "Can you not call me babygirl" I said not moving my eyes of him.
"Why not?! I heard you ex boyfriend calling you like this, so I figured out you like being called this way. You are my fiancé after all, I can call you whatever I want babygirl." He said those words with a smile on his face. I don't know why but a weird feeling rose inside me. *why is he talking like Jungkook. He is just acting and talking the way Jungkook used to.*
I looked at him for a couple of seconds. And then quickly remembered that I needed to tell him that I don't want him to call me this way. I know me and Jungkook are done but the feeling of a man calling me the same as he did is completely weird. I can't and I don't want to hear it from another person.
"Just please don't call me this way! Just call me by my name" I said leaning my head on the window. Tiredness overtaking my body. Why did I suddenly become really tired? is it because of the kiss? I asked myself closing my eyes.
Shit man, I still feel his lips on mine.
Time skip
Walking down the aisle I couldn't help but look around me. Everything was decorated impressively exactly the way I imagined it to be. The wedding was a Bohemian wedding style which meant that flowers were everywhere. The principal colours of the wedding were white and blush pink, so all guests were wearing clothes with one or both colours. My gaze moved from one person to another seeing their smily face and cheerful expressions. At that moment everything seemed perfect. So perfect. But the idea of me getting married to a stranger and not the person that I imagined and planed all of this with, ruined everything. I know I went out with James on a couple of dates. And he really was good to me. But Still he is not Jungkook.
My gaze moved around further but suddenly stopped when they met the brown pairs of eyes of the guy that was waiting for my arrival. As soon as I reached the guy standing right there my dad extended my hand towards him. "Take care of her James. " my dad said moving away from us. As soon as my dad left I felt a hand on my chin turning my face to the front. My eyes met his brown eyes and then moved straight to his smiling lips. Not lying, James is handsome but not as handsome as Jungkook.
James' lips quickly twitched into a smirk. Making me realize that I have been looking at him longer than I wanted to. I quickly lowered my head. He probably thought that I was dying for him to kiss me but in reality I was deep in thoughts. Thoughts about what will happen after i get married to him. Will I forget Jungkook. I hope so, because I really want to move on. I can't keep thinking of someone who pretended to love me just so he could take over my father's company. But what a pity, I still can't hate him.
The priest stood up in front of everybody looking a the couple standing beside him. He raised his head up as words came out of his mouth. "Ms. Y/n," the priest suddenly said grabbing y/n's attention back. "Do you.." he started off which quickly made her heart drop to her stomach. *It is the time, isn't it? Why am I not happy now, I will finally be able to forget about him won't I? I need to get done with it as soon as possible.* she told herself dogging whatever feelings she had.
"Do you take Mr...."
"Yes! I do!" Y/n quickly answered as her grip on the bouquet of flower tightened.
"Eager! aren't we" a deep voice spoke behind her.
Y/n quickly turned around as soon as she heard the voice. Her eyes met with the owner of voice which made her freeze in her place.
*What is he doing here?* she asked herself. Jungkook raised an eyebrow as he looked at y/n in the eyes.
The expression on y/n's face made a smirk creep its way across Jungkook's face. James slowly walked his way towards Y/n, placing his arm around y/n's shoulders. "Are YOU that eager to see y/n becoming my wife." James said making Jungkook move his head towards him.
Jungkook's smile grew wider after hearing what james said. "Make her your wife if you can." Jungkook nonchalantly replied shrugging his shoulders up.
"Watch me" James answered turning back towards the priest. "Continue...." he arrogantly demanded.
"Do you, Mr. Jeon Jungkook take Ms. Y/n as your lawful wife , to have and to hold, from this day forward."
Everybody quickly turned to Jungkook with shocked expressions on their faces.
"Jungkook what does this mean?" y/n asked hurriedly walking towards him. *Does this mean I agreed on marrying him?* she asked herself.
"Yes, I do!" Jungkook answered his gaze not leaving y/n's form standing in front of him.
"What the fuck is this?! Why did you say his name?" James yelled grabbing the priest from his collar. "I-i am sorry. Those where the given names." The priest said pushing James' hand away.
"I told you! Make her your wife if you can." Jungkook said walking towards James and stopped as soon as he was few inches away from him. "But sadly you can't. She is my wife now." Jungkook said in a whisper turning back and grabbing y/n's hand on the way. Dragging her behind him.
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A Proposal in the Morning
Pairing: jeon jungkook x female! reader
Genre: fluff, established relationship, idol! jk, non-idol! reader
Warnings: brief mention of sex and nudity (nothing explicit), tooth rotting fluff, kinda sorta a marriage proposal? (there's no getting down on one knee, but reader tells jk she wants to spend the rest of her life with him), reader is completely smitten with jk, soft!jk.
Word count: 774
A/N: first fic on this blog! hope you enjoy some tooth rotting fluffy jungkook and reader.
Jungkook hummed as he pressed a soft kiss to the underside of your jawline. He breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of your pomegranate scented body wash. His hands lightly sqeezed your sides as he smoothed his hands over your curves.
"I love you," he whispered in your ear, his voice husky from sleep.
The sound sent a shiver down your spine, warmth traveling to your core, and an ache to your heart.
You were so helplessly in love with Jeon Jungkook. You were in love with the way he gently held you in bed, with the way he made funny faces at you from the bathroom while brushing his teeth as he was getting ready for work. You were in love with how kind he was, how he was always thinking of others. You were in love with how he was such a hopeless romantic, always wanting to try out new ways to woo you after watching dramas or anime. You loved him for all those things and so much more.
You wanted to marry him. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with that man. You wanted to be the one to hold him and whisper praises in his ear when he had a bad day. You wanted to be the one to make him soup when he was sick. You wanted to be the one to love him and care for him. You wanted to be his hype woman, cheering him on in the crowd at his concerts or from backstage waiting with his staffs.
"I love you more," you whispered back and peppered kisses on the apples of his cheeks, his temples, and eyelids.
You nuzzled your nose with his and smiled up at him. His skin glowed in the early morning sunlight filtering in through the window, and a streak of a rainbow danced across his cheek from the prism hanging from the window frame. He looked absolutely ethereal.
You desperately wanted to know what you did in your past life to have a man like Jeon Jungkook in this one. You must have done such an honorable deed to be rewarded with the most precious boyfriend.
"Can I ask you something?" you asked him.
He placed a kiss to your lips before nodding.
"We haven't really talked much about it, but I can't imagine a world where you're not in my life. I can't imagine a world where I don't get to wake up to you and your loving gaze and touch." You placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss, trying to explain without words how much you want him and everything that he comes with. "I want to marry you, Jeon Jungkook," you said finally after he pulled his face back from the kiss to look at you. "Will you marry me? Do you want that—to spend the rest of our lives with each other?"
Jungkook rested his forehead against yours, a wide grin falling over his face and a warm giggle escaping his throat.
He had a bit of morning breath, but you didn't mind. You were too in love with him and too curious of his answer to your proposal to care.
"You are one of the best things to ever happen to me, baby. I wouldn't trade you for the world." He pecked your lips three times. "As cliché as it sounds, marrying you would make me the happiest man alive."
"Thank you, for loving me," you murmured against his lips.
"And thank you for loving me, baby," he replied with a loving smile.
He moved to lay beside you, pulling your naked body close to his, one of his hands pulling your leg to rest over his hips. You lay your palm flat on his chest and trace the ink of one of his tattoos that spill into the skin of his shoulder and collarbone.
"So, will I be ring shopping and planning an actual proposal now?" Jungkook asked you.
You hummed. "Well, I already kind of proposed and you did say yes, so how about you just buy the ring and we can say it was a combined effort?"
Jungkook grinned. "I like that idea. Honestly, you proposing to me after morning sex is pretty romantic, even without a ring, if I do say so myself."
You laughed a smacked his shoulder slightly which caused him to laugh too. Jungkook was seriously such a dork, but he was your dork and you loved him. And pretty soon you would probably be marrying him and calling him your husband, you couldn't think of anything better.
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illicit photography (6)•jjk
Pairing: University!Student Jungkook X Professor!Reader 18+M
{photography student!au} 10/12/2019
Warnings: swearing, angst, dirty talk, babyboy!jungkook, noona!kink
praise!kink, pining, stalking, obsessive themes, mentions of
adoption, allusions to self harm, food play???
Synopsis: 4.3K words- -You’re a well respected university professor who
assigns a portfolio project to your photography students, but your best student, Jungkook, doesn’t follow the rules very well.
pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt.4 - pt.5 - pt. 6 - pt.7 - pt.8 - pt. 9 - final
[masterlist]
*italics means past*
Eighteen, he was finally eighteen. The moment he woke up, he didn’t didn’t even wait to ask to leave, no longer needing permission. He was an adult, legally anyways, and could do as he pleased. The night prior he hadn’t slept a wink, watching the hours tick away. His adoptive parents didn’t even realize when Jungkook walked out of the house. No longer would he have to answer to them, clean for them, do their bidding. Independent and on his own, he left with the little money he was able to save up from doing art commissions online. He had planned out everything since he could remember.
It was so silly of him to think that when he had been adopted that he would be getting a real family. Naive was the only word to describe him in his youth. Perhaps he had watched one too many family sitcoms. Fake families and fakes relationships was all that society painted on the television screen. Jungkook should have known better. He had to learn the hard way that life wasn’t all pink flowers and sparkles.
With a new determination set on his brow, he trucked through the streets of his city. All he had planned was his escape and how to do it, but now as he walked alone, he realized that he wasn’t going to reach his successes by roaming aimlessly on the cold dark streets. While deep in thought about what he needed to do, his phone alarm went off for his scheduled morning runs, and so he ran, ran as far as he could get until his lungs burned with fire.
Just as he was coming to a halt, his shoulder collided with a bicyclist. Jungkook fell to the ground along with the stranger. “Hey, are you okay?” the stranger asked.
Jungkook looked up from his position on the ground to see a sweet young man with pretty eyes and full pouty lips. “Yeah, I’m alright, how about you? I think you fell harder than I did.”
“Nah, I’m good.” The boy smiled, his eyes disappearing as he brought a hand out to shake with Jungkook. “Hi, I’m Jimin. Are you a student here?”
“A student?” Jungkook had been so consumed by his run that he hadn’t even noticed where he ended up. Glancing around he realizes he’s on a busy street and that right across from him was the University. “Um, no I--. Are you?”
“Yeah, it’s my third year. Were you thinking of registering or something?”
This was it, the moment he was waiting for. Now free from the adults in the adoption system and fake families, he could move on with his life and show them all. Countless times he’d been told he was good for nothing, a waste. Sometimes he’d even been physically hurt. No one ever gave him the time of day, or the love a normal child should receive. He remembers the day anger built up like a raging fire in the pit of his stomach, he swore an oath to himself as he lay curled up crying on the floor, nose bleeding after having been beaten for forgetting to mop the floor. He told himself he would be somebody, do something great.
So now, as he stood before Jimin, he realized this was his chance to make that change.
“Yes, um...actually...yeah I am. Could you maybe show me the way?”
Jimin smiled sweetly and shrugged his shoulders in reply. “Sure, why not? Follow me.”
The rest was, as they say, was history. He had managed to register for school right away, having taken all of his personal paperwork with him when he ran off. By the time the day was over, Jimin had offered Jungkook a place to stay until he found his own place. It seemed to Jungkook that Jimin was a kind and helpful soul who wanted to nothing but the best for others, while he was a ball of walking anger. In a few short months he managed to get a room in the same dorm as Jimin, just four doors away.
They became best friends, Jungkook revealing to him a bit of his past. There was much he never told him for fear of Jimin rejecting him, but he was thankful that Jimin never poked further.
He would prove to everyone that he was worth it, that he was a human, not some garbage to be tossed out onto the road. Because sadly, that was how he had been found, a month old baby left in a garbage dump. Someone had heard his cries and called the police. That is as far as he knew. There were no official papers or records of his parents. He just wasn’t important enough for anyone to love him, and because of that, he was driven to be the best.
He became a hard working pupil, getting into anything and everything. The more he learned, the greedier he got. It was how he had gotten here, in your lecture hall. Art had always been a part of him, probably an inherited trait from his hateful parents. Interested in more than one way to express himself, he registered for photography class. The moment he walked in he knew, it would be the first day of the rest of his life.
Jungkook blinks twice, eyes adjusting to the morning sun. His alarm blares in the background, reminding him that he needed to get up and work out his lazy body. He stands, reaching up to stretch his muscular back and shoulders. A yawn escapes him and he relaxes his form, dipping his hands into his pajama bottoms, grabbing a hold of his length. Another night of torture with dreams of you. He just couldn’t take being away from you for so long. It was like his body was in withdrawal. Before he changes his mind, he gets ready to hit the gym. Thankfully it was not too far away since his apartment had the amenities. It takes him a full sixty minutes to try to work away the stress in his body, but it doesn’t work. He’s still tense and horny.
As much as he tried to find things to distract him from you, nothing worked. He knows he did this to himself, but it was better that he did this, than do what he felt like doing. Anger never got him anywhere, at least that’s what Jimin always said. His class would start soon so he had to jump into the shower, and at the same time pray that your face would leave his mind momentarily. It was hard for him to completely resist seeking you out. He saw you almost everyday without you knowing, and yet, he felt alone and empty.
You were his anchor, his source of peace, and now you were his source of pain. He was regretting teaching you a lesson because he was the one suffering instead. Stepping into the shower he turns the water onto the highest temperature he could stand. His cock ached and his blue balls were beyond bearable. Nothing he did could satiate his need for you.
With the water dripping over his body his mind turns back towards his dream. Wrapping a hand around his length he tries to recall your image. He barely remembers the details, but the parts that mattered stuck out clearly.
It felt so real, the way your cunt gleamed in the night light, how hungry your eyes had looked...how you had begged him to fuck you.
Jungkook shakes his head, burying it under the shower-head. Maybe it was time to take you back, give you another chance.
This entire month was filled with so many ups and downs for him. His phone blew up with countless messages and voicemails from you, all of which he listened to and read. Last night, however, he ignored them.
The problem was if he kept ignoring you, there was a chance that someone could come in and swoop you away from him and he just couldn’t have that.
He had watched your engagements with Yoongi, how you never got too close, always keeping a friendly distance from him. You laughed with him, ate with him, but never did you show a physical longing for him. Jungkook was secure in what he had with you now, but Yoongi on the other hand...the poor boy looked like a love sick puppy.
It took every ounce of strength in Jungkook not to punch his bitch ass face. He had worked hard to keep you focused on him, distracting your mind, and away from Yoongi’s grasp. But, he knew it would be a matter of time before your so called “friend” would reveal how he felt. Jungkook would make sure you were only whipped for him and no one else.
Deciding he didn’t have time to rub one out, he makes quick work of his shower and gets dressed for school. Today was his official return from leave. Glancing over in the mirror he’s happy with what he sees. You were not going to say no to him, you never could.
“____, hello, earth to, ____.”
“Wha- oh I’m sorry. You were saying?”
“This is the third time today that you zoned out. You’ve been real off lately. Are you okay?”
Yoongi was telling you something about a date he recently went on, but you couldn’t find it in you to focus.
Jungkook plagued your mind once again. Last night you were so tempted to go to his apartment, but stopped yourself before you behaved like a fool. You didn’t want to text him or call him any longer, only wanting to see him.
“Yeah, I’m sorry...I ..yeah...he sounds like a nice guy, Yoongs.”
You sat there trying to listen to him, but it was just too hard when all you could think about was Jungkook and why he had ignored you for so long. You sent messages and voicemails...you even went as low as to send him some sexy pictures seeing if that would at least peak his interest, but nothing. Before you thought he was suffocating, but now, you felt so abandoned. He had told you so many personal things...trusted you...loved you. In the beginning you wanted to keep your distance in order to avoid such things. But, he wasn’t in your class anymore, and soon he would be graduating. Dating him wouldn’t interfere with your professional life after that. His absence this last semester set him back a month, and it was all because of you.
Yoongi surprisingly had kept his distance as well and was now dating. You were a bit surprised he had such a quick change of heart. At one point you were expecting him to admit he had feelings for you. Thank goodness everything stayed the same with him because you didn’t know what you would do without your best friend.
Yoongi watched as you twirled your necklace absentmindedly around your fingertips. It was beautiful, and it made him wonder where you had gotten it from.
With everything that had been going on, Yoongi needed to find a distraction.He had tried not to push you into a relationship, he knew you were with someone else. Besides, things seemed to have gotten back to normal with him again. After that night of drinking, he thought your relationship with him would never be the same, but he had been wrong.
“Yeah, I actually met him at the university luncheon. Turns out he’s a literature professor, Mr. Kim Namjoon.”
Yoongi tried to sound excited to tell you about his date, but he wasn’t so sure. He was a mess, trying to distract himself from you. Yes, he was attracted to both sexes, but he still wanted you. Even going on dates wasn’t working. He told you about them hoping to put some distance between you, trying hard not to ruin what you both had. He loved you, you were his friend, and he didn’t want to end that. It seemed to work as your mind was always preoccupied with other thoughts anyways. He often wondered if they were about the young man he saw in your home that night, or about him.
Not once had you said a thing about it...not once. So he let it go completely. He had another date tonight, hopefully Namjoon could make him forget you, but that was wishful thinking.
“That sounds exciting. Listen, Yoongi. I’ve gotta go get ready for class. See you later?”
“Yeah, see you.”
He watched you walk out of the coffee shop, iced americano on his lips. Taking a deep breath he reminds himself that you were his friend, nothing more. He didn’t want to lose you.
All week long you had a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, especially when you walked on campus alone. You couldn’t quite explain it, but it felt as if you were being watched. As you walk to your office a prickling sensation on the back of your neck causes you to turn, feeling as if you were being followed, but there was no one. You quicken your steps trying to make it to the safety of your building. Once there, you drown yourself in projects and papers. You feel exhausted and overly tired. Reaching back to rub out the stress from your neck you feel a draft which causes your papers to fly away. You turn to see where the air is coming from and realize the door to your office is wide open.
Your stomach drops in fear. There was no one in the building last time you checked, so how the hell had the door opened? Not wanting to stay any longer, and realizing it was extremely late, you pack up your bags deciding it was time to go home. The entire walk to your car you feel goosebumps rising on your skin. Placing your key between your fingers and squeezing the pepper spray in your pocket, you rush to your car in the parking lot. It was already getting colder, so you wrap your scarf closer, hoping to hide the fear from your eyes. It was stupid to think someone would be following you, it’s not like you were anyone important.
It’s dark out, except for the campus lights, and so you find yourself counting the emergency telephone posts, memorizing their locations.
A low breath escapes you when you finally reach your car. Quickly you hit the remote to unlock it and throw yourself inside, automatically locking the doors. A huge sigh of relief escapes you when you put the key in and start your vehicle. When you’re about to switch to drive, a knock on your window stops your heart along with your breathing. Clutching at your heart, you start to relax when you see it’s a very familiar face.
Jungkook is standing by the car door, dark clothes shading his features, but you still know it’s him.
You swallow harshly, blinking a few times to make sure it was really him. You open the door to get out, unable to find the words to express how happy you were to finally have him so close to you again. As you close your door, you’re forced to lean against it, sandwiched between Jungkook and your car.
You stare at him, watching his pretty eyes and mouth twitch when your eyes scan over his face.
You start to speak and so does he, both of you pausing before words are spoken. You try again, and he repeats, both of you smiling at the awkwardness.
“Jungkook, I--”
“Shh, you don’t have to say anything. It’s just that I-- I really missed you. Did you miss me, noona?”
His beautiful large eyes blink at you, head tilted in the softest fashion. You glance down, focused on his lips..so sweet and pink. He was always so tempting to take in, all soft and hard at the same time. “Yes...I..I missed you, Kookie.” When you call him by that name he falls apart inside. He really had waited too long. He needed to control his anger better.
“Really, noona? How much?”
He steps closer, pressing you against the car door. You’re completely distracted by his beauty, wanting so badly to touch his face. “So very much, Kookie. I’m sorry... I’m sorry I hurt you.” He looks down, pouting cutely, though clearly not angry. He clicks his teeth, trying to make it seem like he’s disappointed, but he’s far from it now that he has you so near.
“I’m sorry, too. I should have talked to you instead of walking away. I just can’t help it, noona. I- I can’t focus when I’m with you. My mind is all screwed up. If someone else even touches you...I..please don’t hurt me again.”
While he talks, his intensity drowns you. He manages to somehow snake his arms around your waist and pull you tightly against him. You can feel his heartbeat hammering fiercely against his chest , and it makes you dizzy. It was evident he wasn’t lying, of this you were sure. His love was intoxicating.
“It’s okay, baby. Shh. I’m here now.”
His head falls over your shoulder, face seeking the crook of your neck. He starts to quietly whimper against your skin. Your hands come up to slide into his long hair massaging his scalp tenderly. It had grown quite a bit since last you saw him.
“Hey..hey...kookie, baby. Look at me.”
When his head comes up, you almost want to die at the sorrowful look on his face. His eyes are red and swollen, full to the brim with tears. When he goes to wipe them away you notice a new tattoo on his hand. Instantly you grab his hand, confused as to when and why he had gotten this.
“What is this? “
“It’s a tattoo, noona.”
“Well, yes, I know it’s a tattoo, but what...why..what does this mean?”
Using the lamp in the parking lot you try to decipher the ink. The word dead is initialed onto his knuckles, and in between his thumb and pointer finger are your initials.
“I was just so sad about what happened. I was really low, noona. But, don’t worry I didn’t do anything. I’m okay now. Jimin hyung was with me.”
His words were loud and clear. Would he hurt himself over you? Afraid to ask, and knowing he had a lot of emotional baggage as it was, you didn’t want to push him over the edge.
“Jungkook, don’t you ever think such things.” Tears brimming in your eyes, you place his hand near your lips and begin to kiss each knuckle with tender loving gentleness. Jungkook breathes in deeply, overwhelmed by your gesture.
“Take me home, Jungkook.”
He walks you over to the passenger side setting you down gently. As he makes his way over to the driver’s side, he can’t help but to release the giggle he’d been subduing. How easy it was to get you into his grasp. It was obvious how much you loved him, you just had to say it. Getting in he begins to drive, the entire ride silent, his hand in yours squeezing tightly as you lay on his shoulder.
Finally arriving, you both walk into a silent and dark house, Jungkook hugging you from behind. He helps you to remove your jacket and scarf, taking care to do everything carefully, working hard to please you every step of the way. If before he was punishing you by ignoring you, he was doing the complete opposite now.
“Noona, are you hungry? Do you want me to cook you something?”
You smile at his sweetness. Of course he would try to take care of you.
“Jungkook, I don’t need you to cook anything for me. I haven’t seen you in so long. I just want to spend time with you.”
“We are spending time together, silly. Oh! I know! I can make you ramen...I make the best ramen!”
“Do you now?”
“Mmhmm.”
He shakes his head yes and his fluffy hair bounces with the action. “Okay then. Make me some ramen.”
Now happy, he smiles brightly, top lip completely disappearing and bunny teeth on full display.
Immediately he goes to work, organizing everything he needs to cook for you. Giving him a moment to do his thing, you sneak off into your bedroom realizing how completely exhausted you were. Rolling your shoulders, you begin to unbutton your silk blouse along with your skirt. Setting them on the bed, you walk into your bathroom needing to wash off your make-up. After about fifteen minutes, you return all clean and comfortable in a long silk black robe. Jungkook turns just in time to watch you sway into the kitchen.
“Wow, you look amazing.” You snort at his comment thinking that you looked like a complete mess after the day you’ve had.
“Well, thank you.” Your stomach grumbles and you suddenly realize you really were hungry.
“Smells delicious.”
At your compliment, Jungkook’s face beams.
“Ready to eat, noona?”
“Yeah..I’m so excited to taste your food.” You’re now in the kitchen hovering by his arm, trying to look into the pot. He turns then, catching you off guard and you almost fall back. He catches you quickly, pulling you against his body. A moment of tension passes and then he lets you go.
“Sit here, noona.” He lifts you up and places you on the counter behind. It’s cute the way he’s trying to hold himself back all because he thinks you need to eat.
You watch him place ramen into a bowl with a bit of rice on the side. He turns and walks towards you with a set and determined face. Picking up the chopsticks, he grabs some ramen, blowing on it carefully, and brings it to your mouth. You smirk and then open your mouth to take in the food he was offering. Jungkook watches as the chopsticks disappear and then he slowly slips them out past your lips. Your tongue darts out to catch some of the soup and he swallows harshly.
“Mmmm, delicious.”
His eyes switch, changing from eager to dark. “Is that so, noona?”
Again he grabs some ramen, but this time he places it into his mouth. A noodle hangs off his bottom lip and he looks at you, lifting an eyebrow in challenge. Not one to back down you move forward and using your tongue, you slip the end of the noodle into your mouth slowly inching your mouth towards his. With a final pull, the noodle slips from his lips and into your mouth, but you don’t move away. This time you stay, waiting for him to make a move.
He huffs out his nose, turned on, yet annoyed.
“You really shouldn’t be such a tease, noona.” he whispers against your lips.
“Who said I’m being a tease.” He furrows his brow and moves in closer, setting himself between your knees. You’re forced to open your legs wider, robe opening slightly, revealing your thighs. He braces his hands against the counter on either side of your hips. His face is so close you can count the lashes on his beautiful eyelids.
“I did.” Suddenly, he grabs your ass and pulls you forward flush against his center. The move catches you off guard, pulling a whimper from your lips. You can feel how hard he is as he rubs you against the soft fabric of his sweatpants. Before you can enjoy it further, he stops touching you. Frustrated, you close your eyes trying to hold back the pleasure you want to beg for. It’s completely silent except for the ragged breaths you’re both trying so hard to conceal. You know he’s getting closer to your skin, you can feel his breath on your lips. Even with eyes closed you sense when he moves to your neck.
“Noooooona….what’s the matter? Aren’t you hungry anymore? Hmm?” he whispers against your skin and your legs vibrate. It’s embarrassing how much arousal is dripping onto your underwear. You want to open your eyes, but you know if you do, he’ll be able to see just how turned on you are.
He kisses you softly on the spot behind your ear and you shiver. “Jungkook...don’t….”
“Don’t what, noona? Don’t fuck you right here on this counter? Is that what you want to say?”
Completely opposed to his words, your eyes flash open in search of him. He’s so close his nose almost touches your own. “I didn’t..I didn’t say that...I--”
“Then what do you want?”
“I want…” your words are barely above a whisper.
In order to move his game further along, Jungkook presses himself roughly against your aching cunt once more and you whine out what you’ve been trying to keep from him. You wanted him to give in first, but you just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck me! Please...Kookie….please…”
Your eyes are large and desperate, and Jungkook almost caves into your desperate plea.
“You want me to fuck you?” He knows he’s pushing you, but he likes seeing you so needy for him. Maybe his plan was working.
“Yes!” You open your robe and let it slide down your shoulders. Jungkook’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when he sees the sexy black set you are wearing.
His head drops onto your shoulder and you hear him sigh.
“I can’t.”
You’re not really sure if you heard him correctly so you grab his face, bringing it up in order to make sure he wasn’t fucking around. When you see him, it stops your breath. He looks pained, like he’s trying so hard to hold back.
“What do you mean you can’t? Jungkook, I need you--”
“Noona..listen to me. It’s not that I don’t want to..it’s just...we need to rebuild our relationship...our trust.”
You can’t believe the words that are coming out of his mouth. One minute he was seducing you and the next he’s telling you he won’t please you. You almost want to beg like a pathetic bitch in heat, but you had more pride than that.
“I trust you, Kookie...what do you…”
“I know, baby, but I don’t trust you. You hurt me. How will I know you won’t ever do that to me again?”
What he says quells your anger. You had hurt him and maybe he had a point. Why hadn’t he said anything before all of this? Somehow your more rational mind sets in and accepts his words.
“Jungkook..I ...you’re right. Let’s take this slow. I don’t know what came over me. I should have stopped this. We should have talked about this before. I’m sorry.”
Jungkook steps back and you miss him immediately. It had been so long since he was near you that you missed his closeness. You needed to think rationally if this was going to work.
“Still hungry?” he smiles. The gesture had a hidden meaning, and you didn’t fall behind in your reply.
“Famished.”
--- pt 7
(and sooo the gamessss continue! Who will win?? muahahaha)
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he won’t know (m) 01
➔ summary: Growing up you always had a crush on the heartthrob in human form; Jeon Jungkook. But you never managed to muster up the courage to develop anything with him, alas you eventually got yourself a boyfriend, thinking you had gotten over your silly middle-school crush and your boyfriend had become the one that held your heart, well, at least that’s what you thought.
➔ pairing: Jungkook X Reader
➔ genre: cheating!au, smut, slight angst.
➔ warnings: cheating with jungkook - In no way do i encourage cheating, this is pure fiction, mature language, multiple smut scenes, multiple orgasms, fingering, cunniligus, unprotected sex, overstimulation, jk has a huge schlong wbk, dirty talk, plot if you squint, edited (i apologise if there’re any mistakes, one of my many talents is overlooking typos), graphic?
➔ wordcount: 12.1k shuSH
part 1, part 2, part 3 (final)
“Canon ball!” Hoseok yelled out loud before speed running and jumping into the water, causing a huge wave to hit the edges of the pool, “Hoseok!” You yelled semi-annoyed while laughing as you attempted to wipe of the water droplets running down your exposed stomach.
You and a your friend group had decided that it was time to take a long deserved break. You had all finally finished with finals, and you were all completely worn out from the countless, sleepless nights of studying. Your friend group, which included; Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok, Jungkook, Taehyung, and lastly your best friend, Mina.
You had all agreed to step away from studies for the time being, just for a little while until your next exam approached, and just chill and enjoy each other’s company, and what better way to do so then sit by the pool. Jimin so happened to own a beach house close to the beach (duh), which was perfect.
In reality his parents owned the house, but they had been kind enough to let you all borrow it over the weekend.
Both parents agreed on the friend group deserving a break after studying so damn hard.
It was a three-floored house with a handful of bedrooms and bathrooms, so you all had enough space to sleep somewhere comfortable instead of the cold marble floor.
“Oh c’mon Y/N, you’re wearing a bikini. It’s made for the purpose of engaging in water-based activity,” Hoseok piped as he wiped the excess droplets trickling down from the side of his neck. You rolled your eyes at his choice of words. He was probably still in the exam mind-set, which allowed him to use such formal words when he easily just could’ve told you a bikini was made to get wet.
“I’d rather just sit here and enjoy the sun,” you said, laying back down and allowing the rays of the deep orange sunset light to warm up your skin. “Then go inside to the rest of the gang, if you don’t want to swim,” Namjoon let out while he was floating on his back, looking as if he was trying to become one with the water.
You, Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook were the only ones that were sitting outside by the pool, either swimming or trying to get a tan. And frankly, you were the only one doing the second option.
The three boys, mostly Namjoon and Hoseok, had tried to convince you for over an hour to come in and join them in the water, but you’d much rather prefer to just sit back down in your beach chair and relax.
The rest of the group was chilling inside the beach house, playing cards and board games while most probably munching on a bunch of snacks. You didn’t feel like going inside and eating your weight in snacks, not that it didn’t sound like a delightful idea.
But you’d rather just sit outside and enjoy the shining sun, since you had spent the last couple of weeks studying in your room with absolutely no rays of sunlight, like some sort of ancient caveman. You missed it, you missed the light.
Pulling you out of your thoughts, your phone made a small vibration next to your thigh making you open your eyes and shift your attention over to the phone to see who had messaged you. Hoping it was your beloved boyfriend, Jaehyun, your thoughts filled with hope, only to be crushed seconds later when you saw you had gotten an email about some irrelevant advertisement about a diarrhoea colored couch being on sale. No wonder it was on sale, it was ugly as shit, almost literally.
Your back hit the beach chair while a long sigh left your lips. You and Jaehyun had been dating for a little over 8 months. He had asked you to be his girlfriend on a cute picnic date in one of your favorite parks.
He was your dream guy; he was sweet, thoughtful, funny, and not to mention, really handsome. In your eyes he was the whole damn package. Everything was going so well the first couple of months, but when exam season rolled around you both started to become more distant, you were long over the honeymoon phase of your relationship.
You didn’t lose interest in each other, well, in a way you did, but it wasn’t intentionally. You had both been so busy with studying that you barely had time to spend with each other. The sweet goodnight texts he would send you every night slowly reduced by the day. The spontaneous facetime-calls vanished.
You barely saw each other anymore. Alas, putting all of those factors aside, you could see Jaehyun was trying. He was truly trying to keep in contact with you, and make you feel like you had a boyfriend that wanted to know how you were doing and ask you about your day.
Truth be told, you missed feeling like you had a boyfriend.
“You good, Y/N?” Namjoon’s deep voice broke you out of your thoughts, “what?” you blinked twice. “You’ve been staring at the same spot for a solid ten minutes, without blinking. I was starting to worry that a fly might get its way into your eye,” he chuckled lightly.
“N-no, I’m good, just thinking ‘tis all,” you heard an over exaggerated uhhh escape Hoseok’s mouth, “trouble in paradise, girly? What’s his name, Jichan?”
“Jaehyun,” you corrected, “and no, everything’s fine with him and I,” you assured, but the guys didn’t quite believe you. They had noticed how you started to speak less of him as the weeks passed by.
You would always share cute pictures you and your boyfriend took on the dates you would go on every once in a while, or you would talk about how you both would stay up till the ass-crack of dawn to text or call.
But you couldn’t talk about those kinds of things anymore, since those events stopped occurring. But they didn’t want to push it, it wasn’t their business anyway, so they just decided to let it slide. Well, except for Jungkook.
“What happened? Can’t satisfy you anymore?” the dark-haired boy asked cockily, causing all three pairs of wide eyes to shift to his direction. He coolly slid his hand through his dark wet locks.
“Jungkook, leave it,” Namjoon scolded him calmly but sternly. You felt your heart slightly race in frustration. This brat, you thought. Wanting to stand up for yourself, and not wanting to look like you needed anybody else to do it for you, you answered him, “we’ve been busy studying,” you kept it sweet and short.
Your relationship with Jungkook wasn’t exactly… what’s the word? Existent.
You were part of the same friend group, and that was all you two were, two people sharing the same group of friends. You never uttered more than a few words to each other, and if you had a decent conversation there was always a third party involved. Though it wasn’t enough to call him a friend.
But that didn’t stop him from having the balls to act like an ass to you from time to time, like now, but other than that, you two didn’t really talk so much.
You like to blame your non-existent friendship on the previous crush you had on him. You had small feelings lingering for Jungkook in middle school, long before you even knew Jaehyun, back then Jungkook was the one who had your heart without having any knowledge of it.
Jeon Jungkook was the throb of your heart. Was.
And because of those meaningless feelings, you never got the courage to try and develop a friendship with him.
But over time you just got used to not having any form of relationship with him, so you just decided to let it be, and he too didn’t seem to care about trying to earn your acquaintance.
Time passed by, the sun had set, and the boys still tried their best to convince you to join them in the pool, but your butt remained in the beach chair, like it had for hours now.
They kept telling you how there really wasn’t any excuse since the sun had set, and your only reason for not joining them was because you wanted to supposedly enjoy the sun.
All in all, You were all having fun, Jin came out to you guys countless times, to check on you all once in a while, him being the mom-figure he was, he brought a few snacks so you wouldn’t starve to death or get a spontaneous cramp and drown. His words, not yours.
“Guys, I’m really tired,” Hoseok started, “I think I’m gonna call it a night and join the rest of the gang inside.
You coming?” He raised an eyebrow at all three of you, “yeah, let me join you,” Namjoon let out. Both elder boys swimming to the edge of the pool to dry themselves off and join the rest of the group inside the beach house.
You realized you were going to be left alone awkwardly with Jungkook. So before any awkward conversation could occur, you decided to get up and escape, “you’re leaving too?”
Jungkook’s voice made you stop in your tracks and look over your shoulder, “what does it look like?” you answered back half-assed, in all honesty you were still a little annoyed at Jungkook because of his unnecessary remark about your relationship with Jaehyun.
“Don’t leave,” he broke you out of your internal rant, “why not?” you crossed your arms. He swam to the nearest edge, resting both elbows on the marble. “I don’t want to be out here all alone, and I don’t wanna go in just yet,” he argued.
“So, you want me to stay?” he rolled his eyes at the obvious, “no dumbass, I asked you to stay obviously because I want you to leave,” you smiled mischievously at his sarcasm, “gladly,” you bowed sarcastically while holding your non-existent gown, and proceeded to make your way over to the house,
“Yes,” he sighed loudly, “I want you to stay.”
You turned around again. Going through all the possible reason as to why you shouldn’t stay out with the brat. He’s just going to be an ass to you again.
Maybe he didn’t mean it?
Are you dumb? When has Jeon Jungkook ever been nice to you?
Well… Maybe this could finally be a chance to start a friendship with him?
The two demons in you were fighting about whether or not you should’ve stayed. Your angelic side wanting to stay and attempt to develop a friendship with the boy you secretly always admired from a far but hated publicly.
While your demonic side was telling you that he could go and suck your dick and choke on it and, maybe if you were lucky, hopefully permanently damage his esophagus.
Realizing you probably looked like an idiot just standing there, staring at nothing. You blinked a couple of time before finally making up your mind.
It wouldn’t be that bad to spend a couple more moments out here with Jungkook, if everything went to complete and utter shit, throwing yourself into the water and drown was always an option.
You made your way back over to your beloved beach chair, about to take a seat when, “what are you doing?” Jungkook’s voice stopped you from placing yourself on the chair, “sitting?”
“No, you’re gonna swim,” Jungkook protested, crossing his arms under water but it was still clearly visible to you, “I’m not going in,” you placed yourself on the chair, “yes you are,” you saw Jungkook from the corner of your eye swimming closer to you, you didn’t let your brain accept what he’s about to do, “what are you doing?” you asked half scared, half annoyed. It was enough for him to have you stay.
Having you go in and swim when you clearly didn’t want to was downright provoking. “I’m dragging you in here myself,” a smirk painted itself across Jungkook’s uneven lips, “No, you’re not,” you said, trying to mentally plant your fingers on the chair to make it impossible for him to lift you from the chair.
He lifted himself up from the water, putting his perfectly sculpted body on display for you. Your eyes stung at the sight and you almost painfully forced yourself not to look at his abdomen and chest. Eyes on his face.
He walked over to you ever so slowly, as if he was giving you a few extra seconds to make up your mind. Your eyes betraying you, your gaze shifted down to his strong biceps. Your mind flooded with thoughts of his rock-hard arms wrapped around you, his veiny hands placed on the small of your back, in attempt to get you up from the chair.
The sole thought made your stomach twist in an unknown way.
You can’t let him touch you.
“Fine!” you exclaimed loudly, making him flinch backwards. You removed the towel covering your thighs and made your way over to the metal pool ladder that descended its way down the pool.
It had become completely unnoticed, but it somehow slipped your vision that Jungkook was already back in the pool, swimming backward strokes, watching you playfully as you unwillingly wrapped your fingers around the metal poles. “Today, Y/N.”
You looked back at Jungkook with narrowed eyes. You took slow steps into the cold water. The feeling of goosebumps lick up and down your spine repeatedly from the sudden contact of icy water, your body twitched. The sun was also gone, meaning the water had dropped a few temperatures.
Your back faced the water, it took you a good minute to let your body adjust to the cold temperature. You inhaled and exhaled deeply trying to relax with both eyes closed, and you’re almost there. Your body was now feeling warmer, so you opened your eyes, ready to go in, but you looked down on the metal poles and saw another set of hands placed tightly around the bars.
Realisation hit you like a truck at the warm temperature-like feeling that was felt from behind. More specifically, another body behind you. You discreetly turned around, without bumping into him. You stopped breathing from the closeness of his face.
“You sure like taking your time, don’t you?” Jungkook broke the intense silence. His dark hooded eyes were fixated on you, making your knees tremble slightly. It made you uncomfortable to have him this close. “Get away from me,” it came out barely as a whisper. All strength that was intended was all gone.
His fingers unlocked from around the bars and you exhaled slightly in relief. Only to have your breath caught up in your throat, when Jungkook decided it’d be a good idea, to wrap his fingers around your wrists instead. “No- I can do it myself, Let go!” you tried to yank your hand out of his grip but you miserably failed.
A wide grin is plastered on his face as he dragged you further into the pool, “thought I might help you,” he brought you even closer to him, and you feebly tried to kick your legs under the water to increase the distance between you.
Finally he brought you to stand right in front of him. He placed both your hands on his broad chest by accident, in attempt to keep your hands still. You tried your luck one more time and yanked your hand away from his using all your strength. Finally, you succeeded.
But that didn’t stop him from coming closer to you. He took small steps in the water, getting closer to you. And you, horrified, backed away. “Jungkook, what’s gotten into you, stop it.” You said firmly. Your eyebrows clashed at his puzzled silence.
You felt the fine hairs on your back rise at the way his breath grew unsteady. His breath hit your face, causing the electric-like feeling up your spine, to intensify, yet you convinced yourself it was because of the cold water.
You saw his eyes switch between your own and your lips. You didn’t know if you were hallucinating or not, but you could’ve sworn you saw him slowly leaning in while secreting his lips with his wet muscle. He was about to- Oh no…
“Whoa! The water feels great!” you extended your arms up in the air on purpose, to create some much needed space between you. Almost hitting his nose, he backed away from you, a little shocked at the sudden outburst. Before he was able to process the situation, you hurried yourself into the water, mentally cursing at the cold liquid touching your skin.
“Wah, it’s so nice,” you convincingly lied, “I see why you want to spend a little more time in here, so relaxing!” you splashed some water on your arms and under your armpits as if you were showering.
Your mouth twitched at the fake smile that painted across your face. Jungkook, on the other hand, was still quite confused, “don’t you think?” you asked wanting to pull him out of whatever thought was going through his mind.
He nodded hesitantly, “yeah, I… I guess,” he scratched the back of his head, his mind still being in a daze of confusion. You sighed in relief from the success of being able to escape the previous situation. Your heart was anxiously racing. You patted your chest in attempt to calm your racing heart down.
Pulling you out of your thoughts, you heard your phone ringing loudly. You titled your head, trying to think of who could be calling you this late. “I’ll get it,” Jungkook piped, not letting you respond.
He made his way to the edge of the pool, doing a mini-mermaid stroke with his legs to kick himself up from the water.
He crawled up from the pool and made his way over to the beach chair with the vibrating device on it. “Who is it?” you asked, making your way over to the edge of the pool, following the same movements he made to get out of the pool. You as well, crawled out of the pool. You eyed him confused as you saw his eyes darkening at what seemed to be the ID caller. “Jaehyun,” he said bluntly.
Your heart fluttered at the mention of his name. Not bothering to ask what had gotten into Jungkook, you snatched the phone from his hands, immediately pressing on the green button, and brining the device up to your ear
“Jaehyun-ah!” you exclaimed excited, which only made Jungkook’s eyes grow darker hearing the nickname roll off your lips, but it came unnoticed in your mind.
“Hey, Princess,” your loving boyfriend’s voice was heard from the other line. Your smile grew at the pet name. Not hearing his voice for a long time really had made you sad, considering how you two could never even go a day without hearing from one another.
“Hey,” you greeted back, your smile growing. Your eyes shifted over to Jungkook. And you noticed how his eyes had grown hooded while you had been all smiley with Jaehyun on the other line. “How’ve you been, Y/N?” Jungkook took a few steps closer, almost towering over you, but you managed to place a hand on his bare chest to keep your distance from him.
Ignoring the flutter in your stomach at the skin-to-skin contact with Jungkook, you took a few steps backwards to increase the distance between the two of you. But managing to keep your hand on his chest to keep him in place.
“I’ve been good. Finals went well and now I’m just chilling with the gang at Jimin’s beach house,” You answered, still, your full attention on the endearing boy on the other line.
But bursting your perfect little bubble, Jungkook slid his fingers around yours; waiting for you to react, and it certainly didn’t take long. ‘What are you doing?’ you mouthed discreetly to the drenched male in front of you. Creepy sensations being sent to your spine from the fingers he had wrapped his own around.
He did nothing but filthily smirk at you before brining you hand up to his cheek. You’re eyes widen in sudden shock, body completely frozen. Being slightly panicked would be an understatement.
“Hello? Y/N, you there?”Jaehyun was now the one to cut you out of you sudden daze, “y-yeah, I’m here. The connection must’ve been bad, I didn’t get what you were saying,” a small aha was heard from Jaehyun.
Jungkook brought your hand, along with his own, up to his face. Subconsciously you cupped his face, you knees almost gave up on you at the sight but visibly you could see him melting into the heat of your palm. “So soft,” he whispered to himself, as if he was talking to your hand, completely forgetting your existence. But his eyes quickly averted to your own, making you lock gazes.
“What have you been up to?” Jaehyun asked from the other line. You didn’t give yourself the time to answer him, since your priority right now was to get Jungkook off of you. You tried jerking your hand away from his but you failed miserably. It only made him come closer to you, leaving almost no space between the two of you, “you really should answer him, angel,” Jungkook whispered, making sure his own voice didn’t reach the other line.
Absolutely frozen in place you managed to utter a few words, “nothing really… you?” Jungkook smiled in satisfaction, his lips moving to the bud of your fingers, placing small pecks of affection on each and every one of them. You moved your phone to the edge of your shoulder, “Jungkook, stop,” you said before bringing the phone back up to your ear.
“Ah y’know, just been busy with work and studies, the usual.” Jungkook’s small peck trailed down to your palm, making his way down and up your arm.
You could feel your breath growing unsteady, “are you alright?” at this point Jungkook had reached your neck, placing small kitty licks on the crook of your neck. “You’re... Panting?”
“J-Jungkook, stop. P-please…” your body betraying your words, you felt your head tilt slightly to the side giving him more space. A breathy chuckle left his lips, causing goosebumps to aggressively shoot through your body.
He continued to nip carefully on your soft skin, “answer him,” he purred demandingly close to your ear, his voicing dropping at least one octave, “yeah, just a little dizzy. I-I should get going.”
“Oh okay, take ca-” you cut the line, letting the phone slide down from your fingers, “good girl,” Jungkook praised you before wrapping his arms around your waist, causing a small gasp to escape your lips.
He turned you both around, and sat down making you straddle his lap, your legs on either side of him. You tried to stand up, you really did, but his arms were tightly secured around your waist making it almost impossible for you to even move.
“You’re so beautiful,” he cooed, making you stop attempting to rise from him. His words caught you off guard. He started trailing kisses between the bridge of your two breasts.
You bit your lips trying your damn best to hold back any sounds from escaping. You refused to let him know how good he was making you feel. He trailed wet open-mouthed kisses from your chest, making his way up your neck.
He grabbed your waist, making you lay down on the beach chair while he hovered above you, completely trapping you. He looked into your eyes, admiring the way your pupils were dilated. He smirked--you were enjoying this.
You stared back at him, lips slightly parted, heavy breaths escaping as if you were patiently waiting for his next move. He lowered his head, licking his lips before attaching them to your own.
He moved at a gentle pace as if he was trying to savor your taste. He pulls away for a brief second, “you taste so sweet,” He smacked any thought out of your mind and continued to kiss you, but still you didn’t reciprocate. You tried your best not to move your lips with his pink and plush ones. They felt so soft, so gentle and, god, so warm. You couldn’t give in, you just couldn’t do that to Jaehyun. To yourself.
His hands made their way to your thighs, bending your knees as he lowered his pelvis to your middle, making the move more intimate. Confused as to why you didn’t kiss back, he removed his lips from yours to get a good look at your face in fear of the fact that he might have crossed the line with you.
Yes he wanted you, a lot, but he would never force you to do anything out of your comfort-zone. But a smile twitched on the corners of his lips in relief getting a good glimpse of your face. Cheeks flustered with pink, pupils dilated, breath unsteady, lips unintentionally parted and slightly swollen. His doing.
He still didn’t know if you wanted him as much as he wanted you, but one thing was he sure about. You didn’t want him to stop. How could you?
If you truly wanted him off of you, you would have pushed him away and rushed inside the house, yet here you were. Letting him hold you, letting him hover over you, letting him kiss you--worship you.
He lowered his face again, but his lips didn’t touch yours. His mouth brushed over yours, while his hand caressed your side. He was ruining you. You didn’t dare to move, he could kiss you, but you couldn’t kiss him. As much as you may have wanted to, as much as he made you want to crash your lips against his. You couldn’t do it. You didn’t have the heart to.
“Are you thinking about him?” Jungkook chirped lightly, his mouth still micrometers away from you. You couldn’t do anything but nod, your eyes fixated on his eyes, occasionally switching to his lips, “I can make you forget about him,” he confirmed, “I won’t make you regret this,” his voice was so gentle. It was as if he was a siren, his voice making you forget about anything and everything, only making you focus on the soft vibrations reaching your ears.
“But you have to let me, Y/N,” he spoke again, “I won’t go any further unless you ask me to,” he stared deeply into your eyes, searching for any sign of consent, but he knew the only kind of consent that’d make him keep going, was your verbal consent.
He didn’t dare to rush you, he’s been wanting you for so long, he couldn’t rush things with you if it’d mean he’d blow it. He had waited so long.
He had waited so long to finally hold you, to have you under him all flushed, and now that he finally had the chance to have you, he didn’t dare to blow it. He couldn’t afford to think with his dick right now. “Jungkook, I-“
“You guys still in the pool?!” You quickly pushed Jungkook off of you, dusting off your body as if he was some kind of germ, “w-we were just about to go in!” you yelled back to Jimin, who was standing on the balcony from the second floor, looking down at the two of you.
“You should come in before it gets too dark,” Jimin pronounced with a smile before making his way back into the house, probably to join the others in whatever the hell they were doing.
“Y/N-“ before Jungkook could speak any further, you grabbed your towel and rushed into the house, too embarrassed to face him.
“Oh, hey Y/N,” Namjoon smiled warmly at you once he spotted your flustered form standing by the door frame. You had your towel wrapped securely over your shoulders, “hey,” you replied as you made your way over to the staircase.
“Where are you going?” Jimin asked you, making you stop in your tracks, “I’m tired… so I’m gonna call it a night. See you in the morning,” you said keeping it short and sweet, but before any of them could protest you spoke again, “Mina,” you got your best friend’s attention, “come with me?”
You could see in the girl’s eyes she was about to turn you down. But you tried your damn hardest to give her a look that said, please-just-come-with-me-and-don’t-argue, and luckily, she got the message, “uhm, yeah sure.”
-
“I KNEW IT!” Mina yelled loudly. You quickly had to slap a hand over her mouth to shut her up, “are you insane?! They’re going to hear you!” you whisper yelled aggressively. You had told Mina about what happened between you and Jungkook when you both were alone in the pool.
But you made sure to keep the details about how flustered he made you feel, out. “I called it!” Mina announced happily over your hand. She had always been bright about the idea of you and Jungkook. Even before you met Jaehyun.
She had gotten salty once you told her about Jaehyun, long back before the two of you even started dating. You remember her not wanting to speak to you for over three days, but in the end, she reminded herself that she needed to be your best friend and support you no matter what, even if she disagreed with you, it was your relationship not hers, and if Jaehyun was able to make you happy then that was all that mattered.
No, she wasn’t hyping you up about cheating; of course she thought and knew it was very wrong and something that should never be done. But Mina knew about your relationship status with Jaehyun, she had known it wasn’t exactly a bundle of roses as it had previously been. She wasn’t sure if Jaehyun was making you as happy as he could anymore.
And to add on top of that, it was Jungkook that you had been a little unfaithful with, which was the cherry on top for Mina.
“Mina, it was a mistake, nothing’s going to happen,” the joyous grin plastered on her face slowly faded, “why not?” she asked curiously, innocently tilting her head to the side while crossing her arms, “because I don’t like Jungkook that way, heck I don’t even like him as a person,” your sentence followed a deep sigh, “look, it was just a stupid mistake I let happen, okay?”
“You may not like him but you sure as hell find him attractive,” smugly, she crossed her arms while side-eyeing your amused. You nearly choked on your spit, “pardon?”
“Oh, c’mon Y/N. You might be stubborn as hell but you’re not blind, Jungkook is so hot even satan would be sweating around him,” you rolled your eyes, “well if you think he’s so hot then why don’t you fuck him?” you were almost yelling at this point, completely forgetting about the others downstairs.
‘‘Obviously you want it more than I do,” You almost threw yourself out of the window, you had never sighed so dramatically in your life but at the moment you had no other way of expressing your annoyance.
“You wanted him, didn’t you?” you shot your eyes at Mina, “what do you mean?” she looked around Jimin’s room, “I mean, technically, you didn’t stop him, Jimin did,” you rolled your eyes, “yeah thank God he did,” you ran your fingers through your hair, not daring to think about what would’ve happened if Jimin hadn’t interrupted you.
“What I’m saying is, think about what would’ve happened if Jimin hadn’t interfered,” she piped innocently, a small yet creepy smile threatened to paint itself over her face, “I would’ve stopped him,” you answered a little too confidently, “would you really?”
“Look, I don’t want to talk about this - I don’t even know what it was, point is I just want to go to sleep, and you’re staying with me to stop him in case he barges in, in the middle of the night to touch me,” you let out all in one breath, “I will, but not unless you do want him to touch you.”
“I don’t!” you defended yourself, a little upset, “yeah, yeah. Just go to sleep, I’m gonna go take a shower,” Mina got up from the bed, going over to the closet to grab a towel and a few clothing items from Jimin, eventually walking into the bathroom, running the water.
You exhaustedly threw the back of your head against the pillow of the bed. Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook, you thought. Why did he have to make things so complicated for you? Why did he have to grab you the way he did?
Why did he have to make your heart beat so fast you thought it was going to explode, you weren’t going to lie to yourself, you did find Jungkook attractive, but was there more to it? Or were you just nervous and uncomfortable?
Would you have continued if Jimin hadn’t interrupted, would you have kissed him? Would you have let him touch you? Would you have touched him? What if he had-
DING DING
Cutting you out of your trance, you lazily rolled over the bed, reached for your phone that was laying peacefully on the nightstand. You clicked on the home button, making the screen light up, showing the name of the person who had messaged you.
-1m ago
Jungkook: Angel...
-now
Jungkook: Call me.
You stood there, for a solid minute just staring at your phone, God what does he want now? You decided to ignore him, placing the phone back on the nightstand and planting your face on the pillow.
RIIIIING
This motherfuc- angrily slapping your hand on the phone to pick it up, you clicked on the green button mere moments before placing it on your ear, “what?” you let out impatiently.
“Y/N…” Jungkook’s voice was heard from the other line. You froze, but not because Jungkook had called you, no, because your name rolled off his lips like a…. moan?
“What do you want..?” you asked, almost terrified of knowing the answer, but at that moment it felt like the right thing to ask, “I want you in my room,” you swore you could feel your knees shaking, even though you were sitting down they trembled.
You heard a small whimper escape from his mouth. Worry crept its way into you, “are…are you okay?” once again, you were almost terrified of asking.
“No I’m fucking not,” he growled, “you’re so rude, Y/N… you know that?” a small chuckle was heard from the other line, and again, a soft moan followed. “God, you frustrate me so much, angel,” he purred from the other line.
You felt your heart rate increase, pinching the insides of your thighs together, “Jungkook, I don’t understand…” you almost whispered, not being sure if it was unconsciously or if it was because you didn’t want Mina to hear your conversation with the boy.
“I’m in bathroom next to the master bedroom, come by and I’ll explain,” he pleaded, making it sound almost innocent, but you weren’t that stupid, you knew what was in store for you if you were enough of an idiot to commit that mistake.
“Like hell I’ll come by,” you said sternly, as if you weren’t a little hazed just a few moments ago. You had to stand your ground; you couldn’t let him fog your mind.
“P-please. It hurts…” his voice came out as a small whine, your vision suddenly went blank for a brief second, it hurts? Your confidence immediately died down, small proportions of worry started to creep its way into your body.
“J-Jungkook? What’s wrong?” you heard a sharp grunt escape the small speaker, making you flinch slightly in place.
“I need you - ahh shit - I need you to touch me, Y/N,” Only by then did it click in your mind, “My hand isn’t enough, fuck- it doesn’t even work when I imagine it’s yours,” he was touching himself, and to the thought of you.
Your knees shuddered to the bare thought of him getting off to you. You couldn’t let him break you, couldn’t let him know he had a chance to break you.
“I’m with Jaehyun, you know,” you said bluntly, another grunt was heard from the line, but this one wasn’t an aroused one, it was out of annoyance.
“And?” he growled.
“Are you serious?” you huffed in disbelief, “you can’t be this much of a jerk,” you semi-crossed you arms since your right one was occupied with your phone, “He doesn’t have to know, it can be our little s-secret, just between you and - Nghh - and me,” you scoffed at the suggestion. “Please, angel. I’ll eat you out till the crack of fucking dawn, I’ll do whatever you want me to, and you know I can make you feel really good, just- ah fuck- please. Please come over and let me have you.”
The protest dying in the back of your throat, being completely tongue-tied, you just stared at the blank wall in front of you.
“I’ll treat you and worship you like the princess you are, I’ll spread your legs and eat you out until you’re shaking in your own arousal,” your breath collapsed at the pool you felt forming between your legs.
You knew the right thing to do was to stop him talking about what he could do to you, with you, if you were in the bathroom in this very moment. The way he’d kiss you, hold you, fuck you-.
“You don’t have to do anything, just come over here and- ahhh fuck!” his unstable breath cutting him off mid-sentence, the filthy scenarios being too much to think about. “Please… Y/N, I’m begging you.”
At this point you were shaking, your own breath was beginning to grow unevenly, your fingers were trembling. You’re legs were shaking so much it hurt, if you tried to walk you knew damn well you’d fall right on your face, you were fucked.
“Jungkook stop. You’re torturing me…” you exhaled, not realising you had held your breath in the first place. “The only way I’d possibly be torturing you, is by not touching you sooner.”
You brought your knees to your chest, hugging them tightly, desperately trying to control the pounding in your heart and the pool forming between your legs. Another whimper was heard from your phone, and the sound shot straight to your middle.
Before he could utter another word, you did the only thing you could think of: You threw the phone, making it land somewhere on a big pile of clothes that were on the ground.
You didn’t pay attention, too distracted by the sudden aching in your core, to realise you had forgotten to end the call. Though it wasn’t on speaker, you could clearly hear the loud grunts and whines from the device.
“Y/N?” you heard from the bathroom. You sprung to your feet, “shitshitshitshit,” you quickly jumped onto the pile of clothes, a very unnecessary move, and pressed the red button on your phone.
And as if scripted, Mina opened the door to a rather weird scene, “you okay?” you were laying flat on Jimin’s pile of dirty laundry with your phone in your hand.
Your gaze shifted to your best friend who was only standing with a bathrobe on her body and a towel on her head.
“Y-yeah I’m just tired,” you lie, “I’m gonna call it a night,” you stood up from the laundry and dug yourself under the covers of the bed, trying your best to fall asleep and forget everything that had just happened.
“01:09, are you kidding me,” you whispered to yourself after checking the time on your phone. It was currently one in the morning, yet you still hadn’t gotten a little shuteye. You were wide-awake, Jungkook’s words still lingering in your head. You hate that the thought of him was basically engraved in your mind.
You plopped your head back onto the pillow and looked to your side to find Mina sound asleep next to you. Oh how you envied her.
You were positive that everyone was sound asleep since you hadn’t heard a vibration of noise for the past hour, so you figured the rest of the group had decided to call it a night and lost themselves in dreamland, unlike you.
Completely giving up on the attempt to sleep, you jumped out of bed, a cold breeze hitting your bare legs. You feel the fine hair rise. You solely had a black over-sized t-shirt on the stopped just under your butt, and a pair of underwear.
You took a moment to look at your leggings on the floor; you decided to skip over them, not needing to cover your legs since you hadn’t expected to bump into anyone at this time of night.
You exited the bedroom, quietly making your way down the stairs and tiptoed your way into the kitchen to fetch a refreshing glass of cold water. You had to pass by the living room to get to the kitchen.
Jimin had been sweet enough to offer you and Mina his room, while the guys would crash in the living room. So you were extra careful when you had to pass by the many couches that had sleeping forms on them.
Finally reaching your final destination, you happily but carefully skipped over to the cabinet to get yourself a glass and filling it up with water.
Gulping down the cold liquid, you removed the cup from your mouth, placing it on the kitchen island before wiping you mouth. You went back to the refrigerator, getting the same bottle you had used to fill the glass the first time.
“Angel?” A deep voice was heard from the entrance to the kitchen. You stopped the water from trickling out of the bottle and placed it on the kitchen island. Your breath got stuck in your throat, knowing very well from the endearment in the nickname who the second presence in the room was.
“Jungkook…”
“Couldn’t sleep either?” a smug smile was threatening to plaster itself on the corner of his lips. Not wanting to give him the idea of the possibility of you not being able to catch some sleep because of whatever reason he had cockily made in mind, you simply answered, “no, I just woke up and decided to get something to drink.”
You saw him make his way into the kitchen, his eyes still locked on yours. He began to make his way around the kitchen island, heading towards you. You stepped back, beginning to walk the opposite directing in attempt to increase the amount of distance between the two of you.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, his expression falling. A slight tint of worry flashed his eyes, “no, I just don’t want you near me,” you answered, and the smug look was back.
“Do I have that much of an impact on you?” he smirked with pride, thinking you couldn’t bear to be around him in fear that you’d lose all control.
In your mind, he had completely misread the lines. “I don’t want you to touch me… again,” you whispered the last part, the color of flush ran over your cheeks, ashamed that you had let him even lay a finger on you in the first place, let alone his whole body.
“Why not?” he asked you, innocently tilting his head to the side, as if he was genuinely curious and had absolutely no idea why you’d reject him.
“For fucks sake, Jungkook. Can’t you just stop this bullshit?!” you slapped your hand flat on the countertop, earning an audible slam.
Your tone slightly moved up in volume, but you still had the thought of the others sleeping in mind. You could feel your blood starting to boil, whereas Jungkook was completely calm, which only caused your ears to steam in anger.
“But you want me.”
All color completely drained from your face, as if you deepest and darkest secret was out and exposed to the world, “don’t you even dare deny it.”
“No, you got it all wrong,” you protested, shaking your head, keeping your voice stable as you crossed your arms over your chest, causing your breasts to get pushed closer together, creating a small line of cleavage that was clearly visible through your dark yet thin t-shirt.
It didn’t come unnoticed how Jungkook’s eyes shifted down to your breasts, licking his lips, shamelessly eyeing you.
“Stop,” You uncrossed your arms, his eyes met yours again, “sorry,” you knew damn well he didn’t mean it.
“You know just as well as I, that if it wasn’t for that dull boyfriend of yours, you’d already be on this very counter, getting your brains fucked out by me.”
“Jaehyun is out of context,” you stated feebly, in the back of your mind you knew Jaehyun was the core reason as to why Jungkook hadn’t broken you yet, you just couldn’t admit it to yourself. “I don’t want you. Never did.”
“Liar.” he chuckled.
“Out by the pool,” God have mercy, “if you truly didn’t want me,” he continued, slowly making his way closer to you. You wanted to move, but it felt like your feet were glued to the floor.
“You wouldn’t have let me touch you the way you did,” he took another step, getting closer, “you wouldn’t have let me continue for so long,” and closer, “but most importantly, angel.” And closer.
“Your body wouldn’t have reacted the way it did.”
Your body shut down. The goosebumps were too much. You felt your legs giving up on you, so you quickly placed both hands behind you, reaching for the kitchen island to stable your stands.
His face stood extremely close to yours, making all the flaws that he didn’t have visible to you. His hooded eyes locked on you, scanning your face up and down and your heart stopped every time his eyes would meet your lips and keep his dark chocolate orbs fixated on the pink flesh for a second too long.
A familiar pool started forming between your legs, the same pool you had spent hours on trying to get rid of, only earlier this night.
“You know he can’t make you feel half as good as I can.” He rasped in a deep voice, inching closer to you, but not close enough.
He neared his face to yours, stopping right before his lips could graze yours, “I-I can’t do this to Jaehyun,” you almost cried out.
He was close, he was so damn close to breaking you. You could feel it in the pit of your stomach. Your will to jump up him and attack his lips grew stronger and stronger by the second, but you still tried your utter best to restrain.
Feeling Jungkook place both hands on either side of the island, completely trapping you.
“Fuck him, he won’t know,”
Jungkook could feel his impatience eat him alive from the inside, but his rule still stood. He had to have your full consent before he could make a proper intimate move on you, because even though he needed you more than anything, he still had morals.
But this rule did not count verbally. Even though he didn’t have your full consent, that didn’t stop him from being vocal about what and how he thought about you at the sinful hours of the night, stroking his length to the thought of you underneath him, completely fucked out.
He lowered his head to you neck, slowly starting to kiss his way onto your delicate skin, nipping and licking gently. He smirked victoriously when he felt you tilt your head to the side give him more access.
Your breath grew unsteady, small pants escaped your throat, fighting the urge to tangle your fingers in his dark locks. You squeezed your thighs together, hearing a small squelching sound.
“Angel… I won’t have my way with you,” he husked, “not until you ask me.”
Not being able to bare the ache between your legs anymore, the insane beating of your heart, your younger teenage-self who so hopelessly adored the boy in front of you, begging you to let him run his fingers on every inch of your body.
“Jungkook, please…” you breathed out shakily, “please what, baby?”
You removed your fingers from the island, placing them on his hard chest.
“Please… p-put... put your hands on me.”
Not wasting another second, Jungkook grabbed your waist, lifting you up to sit on the counter. Finally, finally, crashing his lips on yours. A small moan of appreciation left your lips, you fingers still exploring his hair.
His hands made their way under your shirt, savouring the feeling of his fingers on your skin. His palms reached your chest, a small shaky groan left his lips when he felt your bare breasts, not expecting you to not wear a bra.
You felt a small smile form on his lips at the way you titled your head to deepen the kiss, and interlock your lips together.
You ran your fingers through his dark soft locks that sat perfectly just above his head, “fucking finally,” he breathed out in between the kiss.
“Finally, I have you,” his hand melted down to your thighs, pushing you closer to himself, selfishly wrapping his hands around you, caressing your bare thighs with his thumb.
You felt his warm, soft tongue poke out, smoothly gliding over your top lip, asking for entrance. Not having the patience to tease him you willingly opened up for him, letting him explore every corner of your mouth.
You scooted closer to his pelvis, adding a fraction of pressure, causing his breath to shudder in the kiss, “Jungkook…”
“Yes, angel?”
“Bedroom.”
Without another word he wrapped his arms around your waist, and on instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He lifted you up from the counter and made his way out of the kitchen with you in his arms.
The way up the stairs and into the bedroom was a blur, too caught up in his odor, you dug your face in his neck, taking in his scent which smelt like freshly cleaned laundry which had been drying out near the ocean.
When you finally reached the bedroom, Jungkook gently laid you down on the bed, and hovered over you. His lips brushed against your neck for a brief second before beginning to place small kitten licks and pecks on the sensitive skin.
While Jungkook was busy with your neck, you took the time to take in your surroundings, your hooded eyes suddenly widening, “holy shit, this is Jimin’s parents’ room,” you breathed out in a pant.
“I know,” the boy hovered over you, answering cooingly, his look was completely fucked out, pupils had been blown out wide, leaving no trail of evidence that his big orbs were originally brown, lips parted as small uneven breaths escaped and reappeared.
“We can’t do it here,” you protested, trying to wiggle yourself out of Jungkook’s body warmth, “I don’t care.”
“No. Jungkook, we seriously can’t do it in his parents’ room, there’s a guest room just down the hall, let’s just-“
“I don’t give a shit.”
He growled lowly, finally removing himself from your neck, averting his eyes onto you – and that’s when you saw it. The sight that squeezed the remainders of your purity out of you.
Jungkook’s eyes had turned the darkest you had ever seen them, lust overflowing the brown orbs that held the universe. His cheeks flushed a bright red color, slightly staining the tip of his nose too. Small strands of hair stuck to his forehead from the beads of sweat.
And his lips, they had turned a few shades darker and increased slightly in size, the swollen flesh also glistening from being generously coated in his own saliva. You were sure that your saliva coated a few corners of his lips as well.
You felt a sinful swirl form in your stomach at the unholy sight of him.
“I’ve waited for this moment, you have no idea... I’m not waiting another goddamn second to have you.” He moaned against your lips, making you feel a type of way only the devil himself could make you feel.
Not giving you a chance to respond, he reunited his lips with yours again, lovingly dancing over your two plush lips.
He detached from your lips for a second, but only to remove the white plain shirt he had worn. Your eyes immediately fell down to his naked upper body.
He was so well built, so lean and toned. It was as if God had spent that one sunday carving his body perfectly instead of resting, every detail made to perfection. His abs were solid, chest was rock-hard, and his thighs... Those sinister thighs that looked like they had been carved from steal with the help of the greek gods themselves – fuck, you wanted to ride them.
It didn’t dawn upon you that you had been eye-fucking Jungkook so openly. Your eyes were basically screaming your malevolent thoughts, and oh how it didn’t go unnoticed by him... a filthy smirk grew on his lips, catching you in the act of shame.
You averted your eyes somewhere else, embarrassed about the fact that you had basically been mentally fucking him with your eyes.
Not wasting another second, Jungkook reattached your lips with his, leaving sloppy kisses on the red, swollen outline of your lips. It was as if your lips themselves, were blushing.
He caught your bottom lip in between his teeth, only to soothe the fresh bruise with his warm tongue, securely gliding over the red flesh caused you to whine into his mouth.
His fingers slithered down to the hem of your black shirt, “I want it off,” and with that, the shirt was off, joining Jungkook’s white one, down on the floor somewhere.
He stepped back, taking a good look at your now exposed chest. Your cheeks embarrassingly turned a shade of pink, from the way your nipples had perked up, nice and ready to be given any form of attention by him.
The only sound filling the room was Jungkook’s tongue secreting his lips.
Growing shy of his stare you discreetly tried to cover up your chest with your arms, but you only ended up with Jungkook’s fingers locked securely around your wrists, shoving them far away from your breasts, “don’t do that.”
You averted your eyes. Your face softened gently when you saw he almost looked... sad? The idea of you wanting to hide yourself from him in embarrassment made him want to kiss each, and every inch of you, praising you and your heavenly beauty.
He had your hands pinned to the sides of your head, hovered above you perfectly. Small pretty pants leaving his swollen lips, looking you dead in the eye.
He slowly let go when he felt the tension in your wrists loosen up. He descended his way down your body, placing pecks of affection here and there. Until he stopped right in front of your heat.
He glanced at the drenched spot on your grey underwear, a small smirk dancing its way on his lips, “you’re this drenched and you didn’t bother to let me know?”
Hesitantly you shook your head, “that’s no good, angel.” He shrugged, curling a finger around the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling the fabric down to and past your ankles, making the piece of cotton join the rest of the bundle of clothing on the floor.
He ran his middle finger down your slit, “who got you this wet, baby?” you whined at the feeling of his cold fingers on your soaked heat. His finger slit back up, meeting your swollen clit. You hissed. “Y-you...”
He pinched your clit between his index finger and thumb, followed by a firm press to your abused numb. You gasped, gripping his wrist at the mixture of pain and pleasure, your thighs were twitching at this point, “what was that, baby? you have to use your words properly.”
“You! ahhh you, J-Jungkook, you made me this wet... your doing.”
He placed three tender kisses to your lips, “fuck, such a good girl.” two more kisses because, why not?
“How many can you take?”
Slightly confused at his words, you tilted you head and raised an eyebrow, “wha – oh god…” you felt the two digits shoved up your hole stretching your walls out deliciously, “you take too long to answer, angel.”
He curled and scissored his digits in all kinds of direction, causing your walls to clench around him in attempt to suck him in even further into you, “babyyy, you take my fingers so well. This pretty cunt sucking on my fingers like that.”
He started thrusting his fingers into you in a fast pace, causing you to choke on a moan at the back of you throat.
Your back arched as your eyes rolled so far back you swore your could see the front of you brain. “You see, Y/N.” He fastened his pace, “slow isn’t really my pace.”
You locked your fingers tightly around his wrist as if it would help with the overwhelming feeling of pleasure, “s-shit. Jungkook... Jungkook – p-please… Not so—fuck—not so f-fast.”
Completely ignoring you he continued to thrust his fingers in you at the same pace. Too embarrassed to be vocal, you reached for the nearest pillow and shoved your face in it, desperately trying to mute your whimpers and whines.
But just your luck, within seconds the pillow was gone from your face, making even the slightest breath audible, “no, no, no, no,” he stared at you deeply “I want to hear you,” the sight alone making you shudder.
A loud moan escaped your throat when he curled his fingers, hitting your spot just right. But his fingers weren’t enough, you needed to feel more. “Jungkook, can you—haah.”
He smiled, “can I what?”
The way his fingers were playing with your cunt made your spine arch off the bed deliriously, “use your words, baby. Otherwise I’m not gonna know what you want.”
“Mmm more, n-need more, I need your t-tongue.”
Disappointingly he shook his head disapprovingly, “I’m sorry, angel.” You frowned.
“You were selfish enough to keep the secret of your wet cunt to yourself, so my fingers are all you’re going to get for now.”
A cry left your mouth at his rejection, he kept scraping his digits in you, occasionally thrusting them in and out of your dripping core.
He rubbed your inner thigh with his other free hand when he saw your legs beginning to tremble, running small circles with his thumb in attempt to soothe the overwhelming sensations.
You tried to stop his hands from thrusting any further into you, you didn’t want to come on his fingers, you wanted to come on his cock, “t-that’s enough.”
“No, you’re about to cum… I can feel it.”
He fastened his pace even more, if that was even possible, “I w-want to cum while you’re inside of m-me.”
“And you will.” You shot your eyes to his direction. “Baby, this won’t be the only time you cum tonight.” He smirked while his fingers were still working their magic on you.
Seeing the distress in your face, he frowned innocently, the darkness in his eyes vanishing for a small moment, “have you never cum more than once in one night?”
Averting your eyes down to your side, avoiding eye contact with him, you slowly shook your head.
Sex with Jaehyun was a little… selfish. For the most part he kept it sweet and short, foreplay never lasting longer than a few kisses and touches until he moved on straight to penetration.
And that would either hurt since he hadn’t prepped you enough for him to enter you, which usually ended up with Jaehyun quickly running to the bathroom to grab a handful of lube and get back into bed with you.
You didn’t finish every time, which you knew was normal, but with the little amount of effort he had put into trying to please you in bed made you knowledgable of the fact that it was hard for you to release when Jaehyun never touched you properly in the areas you needed..
You even began questioning if it was your fault. Was there something wrong with your sex? Why were you barely able to finish?
You didn’t want to be that type of girl, so you kept telling yourself that sex really wasn’t the most important thing in your relationship, you had your trusted vibrator to temporarily sedate you from your release deprivation. You knew, god, you knew that the little private sessions at night you had wouldn’t satisfy you forever.
You didn’t know what reaction from Jungkook you had expected, but you certainly didn’t expect him to place a tender kiss to your clit, followed by a long lick along your folds. A strangled gasp ripped from your already sore throat.
Looking down at your legs you saw Jungkook’s face placed perfectly in between them, eyes dark again and locked on yours, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration and pleasure. You couldn’t say with certainty that you were the one enjoying this the most.
His arms wrapped around your thighs, pushing your cunt further against his mouth.
The tip of his nose creating friction against your soaked clit had all sorts of pleasurable emotions run through your skin.
“Where have you been, angel?”
Jungkook panted heavily still looking you in the eyes, he had removed himself from your folds, giving you a perfect glance of his face, which was drenched in your arousal. His nose was red, and lightly coated with your essence, lips were red and plump, panting as if he had run marathon. Your arousal had even reached his chin, a single droplet threatening to descend from his skin down onto the sheet, The sight alone causing your core to clench around nothing, “oh fuck,” he was so beautiful.
Jungkook reattached his lips back to your cunt, continuing to apply a good amount of pressure on your clit, occasionally licking a few rough licks along your slit.
He cupped his lips around your clit, sucking on it gently, but just enough for you to squirm under the suction. The sucking soon got replaced by wet kisses on the edges of your swollen lips, inhumane noises left your lungs.
A dark chuckle left his lips when he felt you desperately pushing your legs further apart to allow him more access. He dug his face deeper into your middle as he continued to lick his way around you making your toes curl and stomach turn deliciously.
You felt him piston his hips against the mattress roughly to relieve some much needed friction, causing the bed to shake, the headboard barely touching the wall. The sounds escaping him sounded like sobs.
You felt the knot in your stomach begging to be untied, “cum – I’m gonna c-cum.”
“Let go, all of it. Don’t you dare hold back.” And with that being said, you let the immense rush of pleasure run through your body continuously. Your walls aggressively clenching around his tongue, causing him to let out a shaky moan.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” Jungkook breathed out. You flinched at the feeling of his tongue touching your swollen lips, propping yourself up to rest your weight on you elbows to get a good look at him.
“N-no, Jungk-kook. I’m s-sensitive.” You tried to push yourself away from his mouth, too overstimulated for him to touch you, but he only wrapped his arms tighter around your thighs to push you further in against him.
You bucked your hips up at the overstimulation, a loud moan leaving your lips, Jungkook grunting lowly in response.
“I-I can’t help it, you taste so fucking good,” he whispered breathlessly. “It’s so warm, so soft, so tight.” He eyed your slit hungrily, running a finger admiringly along the opening, causing a shaky breath to leave your lungs.
“How the fuck can you feel so tight, when I’m just using my tongue?” He slowly inserted the tip of his tongue in your slit, being careful with not making you enjoy it more than he’d like you to.
“I could eat you out for hours if we had the time,” he moaned out, licking his lips which had your excess juices on. “I’d make sure you’d know just how much I love your pussy.” He placed a small kiss on your folds.
You felt your heart throb at the small actions of affection.
Jungkook made your heart swell in delight, a way Jaehyun couldn’t. Everytime Jungkook touched you, he was so gentle, as if he was afraid he could break you with a simple raspberry on the forehead.
But he also wasn’t afraid to have his rough way with you, he wasn’t afraid of completely ruining your body. He knew very well what effect he had on you and he made sure to take advantage of it,
He made sure you knew how good you felt on him, how much he loved it. He made sure you felt comfortable, respected, adored.
He awoke feelings in you, you didn’t know existed at all. Jaehyun had never treated you like this…
You felt like an absolute asshole for constantly comparing your boyfriend to Jungkook mentally, but you couldn’t help it. All these new feelings and actions, those were so new to you, something you had never experienced.
And you’d be lying to yourself if you said you’d never, ever, imagined Jungkook to be your boyfriend when you were younger, impure scenarios that you would replay in your head almost every night before you fell asleep, was part of the package deal.
Is this what it was supposed to feel like?
“Something wrong, angel?”
Losing your train of thought, you hadn’t realized you had been sitting there, staring at Jungkook as if your system had malfunctioned.
“Jungkook… I need you to fuck me, now” he removed his face from your middle, eyes shooting to your face in surprise at your bold statement. Until now you had been quiet and shy, so of course Jungkook hadn’t pegged you to be a firery type in bed.
“Please, I-I can’t wait anymore,” you pleaded, your words coming out as small cries, “I need to feel you stretch me out, I need to feel myself clench around your cock while you fuck me, I need to feel you break me.”
Both your eyes were widen, neither of you knew you had it in you to say such words. “oh fuck,” Jungkook’s trembling fingers hastily reached behind to his back pocket to reach for a condom, but before he could go any further you stopped him, “I-I’m on the pill.”
The possibility of Jungkook being able to feel you, skin to skin had his pre-cum drenched shaft twitch in your direction. You swore you could see it point at you.
Remaining eye contact, Jungkook hovered above you, shoving both your knees apart roughly, lowering his frame down on you. Matching your uneven breaths, he placed both forearms parallel to your head on both sides, his face placed closely to yours.
You felt his precum-coated tip align at your soaked entrance. He arched his back upwards, curling his hips into yours. The first couple of inches stretching out your warm flower.
A soft gasp left your lips at the unfamiliar stretch. You arched your back as you closed your eyes, causing your naked chest to meet Jungkook’s.
He kept going deeper and deeper into you, until he finally had you all stretched out. You tried breathing softly, but couldn’t. The feeling of being so filled up overwhelmed you.
It had been months since you had gotten a good fuck, so your vaginal muscles had had plenty of time to tighten up again.
Moments passed, yet you still didn’t feel Jungkook move inside of you, so you opened your eyes to get a good look at what was preventing him from moving. The sight you saw right before your eyes had your heart swell in adoration.
“Y/N, I… I’m inside you,” he let out, barely above a whisper, yet still somehow audible to the human ear. He was staring down at the part where you two had been connected. He eyed himself disappearing in you in such amazement, it made your cheeks turn a shade of red.
You couldn’t take it anymore—he was there, inside of you, yet he still didn’t move. You needed just something. “…Jungkook, move,” you said clear enough for him to hear, but still completely dazed, he didn’t move an inch.
You sighed out a breathy sigh, deciding to take matters into your own hands, you mustered up all your strength to clench around him in order to feel him properly.
You heard air get stuck in Jungkook’s throat at your bold move, his eyes shot up to you, a hazy look stained all over his eyes. His pupils dilated, so dark and doe, you could see your own reflection in them clearly.
You threw your head back as you clenched around him some more when you still didn’t feel him moving inside of you. A soft moan leaving your mouth unlike Jungkook. “Y/N, w-wait—ahh,” A high-pitched noise left his throat as he shut his eyes closed. A line formed between his two eyebrows at how hard he was grimacing.
Your breath hitched in realisation.
He was close.
You had barely moved, but he was so close. Just a few single digit strokes and he’d burst. That’s why he wasn’t moving, he was trying to savor this moment, he didn’t want this to end, he was trying to remember you like this, underneath him, squirming, fucked out. Just like him.
You moved your fingers to hover over Jungkook’s cheeks. His eyes opening up again, and your heart clenched a little. He looked like he was about to cry, whines continuously leaving his mouth, his cheeks and nose covered by a light blush.
He somehow managed to keep his eyes fixated on you. Your thumb caressed gently over his warm cheek, and he immediately melted into your touch.
“Jungkook,” you purred softly, “baby...” you saw him visibly shudder at the pet-name, he didn’t answer, waiting for you to continue.
“Please move,” it came out darker than you intended to.
He lowered his head down to meet yours, his lips barely hovering over yours, resting with his eyes lazily open. You puckered your lips slightly thinking he had the intentions to kiss you, but his lips simply remained resting on yours.
“Jung- FUCK!”
He thrusted his hips harshly against yours, your brain made up a ripping sound as you swore to yourself that something was torn apart in your lower region.
His wet lips pecked yours, only to pull away after when a loud grunt tore from his throat, “fuck… I’m n-not going to—shit—last very l-long.” You nodded understandingly as you were not far from becoming undone.
“How are you so fucking t-tight?” he growled, “did that boyfriend of yours ever even fuck you properly?” He asked out of breath, slamming his hips into your cunt harder.
“I’m the only one who can fuck you this good, angel.” Too drained from the immense pleasure, all you were able to do was roll your eyes to the back of your head in response, “say it,” the speed of his hips increased, “tell me I’m the only one,” you were on the verge of tears when you felt his tip brush your cervix.
“You’re the only – a-ahh – you’re the only one who knows how to fuck me, Jungkook.”
You looked down to where you and Jungkook were aligned perfectly together, the sight of him disappearing in you only to reappear moments later had your stomach curling deliciously in all directions. You unintentionally clenched around him at the arousing sight.
What you didn’t know, was that Jungkook had caught you in your filthy moment. A hoarse chuckle escaped his mouth, “you like watching me fuck you?” You tangled your fingers in his hair at his unholy words. Whining, you nodded your head yes.
In dark pride, Jungkook jerked his hips harder into you, words of encouragement such as yes, or, don’t stop, urged him on to continue to completely rearrange your guts.
You felt Jungkook twist and turn his hips experimentally, each thrust hitting a new spot in you, “what are you—oh my… god,” he smirked in victory.
“Found her,” and once found, Jungkook repeatedly hit the spongy spot, causing you to come closer and closer to your high. Heavy breaths and skin slapping against one another filled the room. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his hands snaking down to your legs, bending your knees to allow himself to burry his cock deeper into you.
“No, angel,” he growled.
“Look at me,” he continued, “I want you to look at me while I fuck you... Look at me,” you obediently open your eyes, making it impossible for you to look away again. Your eyebrows furrowed at the pleasure, Jungkook mirrored your expression. “J-just like that.”
His eyes ran all over your face, even going as far as going down along your exposed body.
Eyeing your body freely as if the same rules didn’t apply to him. “I-I’m almost there,” Jungkook took this as a sign to give you his all. He crashed his soft lips onto yours and practically forced his tongue between your lips to explore every untouched inch of your warm muscle.
He wrapped his wet fingers that were covered in your previous release, around your own fingers. Pinning one hand over your head as he continued to slam his hips into your own. A heavy breath mixed with a moan escaping your lips that were now coated in Jungkook’s saliva.
The intimate position slammed all the oxygen out of your lungs. Occupied with the unnecessary yet affectionate move that he pulled off, it came completely unnoticed when he snaked his free hand down you chest, past your stomach, down to your core, he slowly, but with enough friction, started rubbing meaningless patterns on your clit. A sharp inhale tore through your throat at the add-on pleasure.
His tongue continued to slide its way in various ways. The kiss needy and heated, you tried your best to keep up with his pace. Sloppy openmouthed kisses were given, causing the drips of saliva to drip down from the side of your lip, unsure if the mucus belonged to him or you.
Your moans moved up in volume, letting Jungkook know that you were dangerously close to finally releasing. “Let me have it – fuck... cum on my cock, please cum like the pretty angel you are,” he cooed over your lips, shoving your knees apart even further to go even deeper in you, making sure that he had hit every part of your insides before you had the chance to release.
“Jungkook!”
And that was the final straw for you. Finally, all the moves that had helped build up to this very release, your stomach uncurled at the rush of please burning thoroughly through you, all the way to the tip of your fingers. Trails of fire were felt on every inch of your body. Never had you ever felt an orgasm so intense.
His name managed to escaped your lips once more while he continued to jolt himself into you. You let out a tired whine. Still recovering from your orgasm, you began squirming at the overstimulation, “Jungkook I can’t – I can’t.”
“yes, baby, I know you can t-take it.” completely tongue-tied, all the words stuck in your throat, you somehow managed to nod at him, urging him to chase his own release, “fuck, such an angel you are, yeah?” he pecked your forehead, a grunt escaped his lips, the sound-waves hitting the skin of your sweaty forehead.
Hitting just the right spot, a whine left your mouth along with a tight clench around his cock. “S-shit, do that again…” Jungkook panted dropping his face into your neck, desperately trying to chase his own high.
You obediently clenched the hardest you could one last time around him, striving after his orgasm just as hard as himself.
And finally, you felt him shoot his load into you, filling you up to the brim with his seeds. A shudder ran down his spine as he felt you milking every last drop of his load out of him.
You moaned at the feeling of the warm liquid coating your walls perfectly.
“Y-Y/N,” he purred, collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath. You closed your eyes in attempt to recover from whatever the fuck just happened.
“That was…”
“Holyfuckingshit,”
Your eyes jolted open at the feeling of a finger being shoved up your hole. You gasped in overstimulation, hastily gripping at Jungkook’s wrist, “J-Jungkook, no. I can’t anymore.”
He smiled coyly at your worried expression, pride filling his chest at the thought of him having driven you to your limit. “I know, angel,” he started, “I just don’t want you to drip.”
He smiled cockily at you, finishing shoving his load deep into you, making sure not a single drop could leak out.
He rested his head against your chest, listening to your rapid heartbeat slowly steady itself. The sound of your beating heart soothed him in a way he couldn’t describe.
Looking up at your face to ask you what all of this had meant to you, a small twinge of disappointment washed over his face when he saw your form fast asleep.
But the disappointment didn’t last too long when your cute form lightly snoring made his heart swell up.
He couldn’t help but wrap his arms tightly around your waist, comfortably laying his head on you chest, listening soothingly to your steady heartbeat. He blushed at the fact that your heartbeat fell perfectly in sync with his.
He smiled lightly before placing a soft kiss on your slightly parted lips. “Sweet dreams, angel.”
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A/N: OMG THIS SHIT TOOK ME FOREVER TO FINISH, my writers-block had me ready to yell in 67 different languages. a n y w a y, hope you liked it lovelies, sry for any grammar mistakes or anything of the sort<3
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Masterlist:
Jeon Jungkook:
An Urgent Call [Comfort, Fluff]
Kim Taehyung:
Eternal Love part1 part2 [Angst, Fluff]
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Falling For You [Angst, Fluff]
You Are My Problem [Angst, Fluff]
Alpha's Human Mate [Angst, Fluff]
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Not in the Way You Think
[Summary]: You've been after your best friend for ages. But how are you supposed to know that he's after you too if he insists on being a bachelor until his dying breath?
[Theme]: ChildHoodFriendsToLovers!AU, NonIdol!AU, VirginReader!AU, BachelorJK!Au, Fuck-Boy JK, Virgin Reader
[Rating]: 18+, explicit content, dry humping, protected sex, fluff, somewhat angst, many many years of pining, making out, oral. Soft dom/Dom JK, sub Reader, virgin things, mention of alcohol and a pen
[Word Count]: 6,043
[A/N]: Hi. I've resurrected. For now. Enjoy! Also, if anyone knows what's going on with my materialist -- sos!!
[Materialist]
“Sorry, but there’s no fucking way,” your best friend scoffs against the lip of his dab pen. He was about to take a hit, but was abruptly stopped before you told him something completely unbelievable to his ears.
“Jungkook, I’m serious,” you whine.
God, this is so embarrassing. You fiddle with the rims of your hoodie's sleeve, examining it in shame. You can’t dare to look at the face of your best friend on the other side of the couch. His words already make you feel embarrassed enough, you can’t imagine what looking at his face would do.
“Y/n,” he starts again, that disbelieving smirk proving to adorn his features. “You’re 24 years old. What the fuck.”
“24-year-olds can be virgins, too, Jungkook,” you roll your eyes. “Not everyone strives to have over 30 bodies on their ‘fucked list’ by this age.”
You feel so embarrassed. Of all people, you thought your best friend wouldn’t shame you like this. It’s already embarrassing enough to be at this age and to not have tried anything sexual with anyone before. You’re inexperienced. You know that. But the conversation originally didn’t start this way. What was once a talk about which flavored soju was better than the other, turned into a ridiculing conversation about your lame sex life. The last thing you need is his bantering about how shocking it is to hear everything you haven’t done yet.
“57,” he corrects you with yet another smirk. This time, there’s a tease in his eye, obviously waiting for your reaction on his body count number.
“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. “Forget it.”
You try to grab the remote on the coffee table, but Jungkook takes it before you can.
“Wait, now,” he laughs when you smack his arm. “I’m not done asking about this yet.”
“Jungkook!” you whine. “I’m seriously so embarrassed. I don’t want to talk about it with you anymore.”
“Have you ever kissed anyone?!” He raises his pierced eyebrow. “What about Taehyung? And Soobin? Aren’t those guys your ex’s? You had to have done something with them, Y/n, c’mon.”
“Yes!” you blush harshly. “Of course I’ve kissed people before. I’ve just never…done anything dirty with them.”
“Not even like a hand job or anything?” he raises his other eyebrow.
“Jungkook, please stop reacting like that. You’re making me feel worse,” you tuck your hair behind your ear.
It’s no news that Jungkook is not only your childhood best friend but he’s also been a notorious fuck-boy since about 5 years ago when the two of you moved to a different city to attend the same college. He has always told you that he was going to spend his university life being a bachelor, making it a goal of his to see how many girls he could get underneath him by the age of 25. He's gathered quite a lot. Except now, he’s more knowledgeable than you for once, and you’re not taking the news so well.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” he apologizes. But his words prove to be carried with no remorse. “Not even oral?”
“Jungkook!” you kick his knee. “Seriously. I continued this conversation with you because I thought you’d be nicer about it. You’re obviously the experienced one here. But clearly, you’re not experienced enough to know that not everyone is constantly looking for which sexual activity to try on the next stranger.”
You’ve been his #1 ear to all of his stories for years now, no matter how repetitive they can be…or how much they secretly punch you in the gut every time he tells you a new one.
The two of you couldn’t be more opposite. He’s sporty and social, you’re quiet and mellow. He’s into the music and business world, whereas you’re into radiology and all-things-hospital. He’d rather spend his free time partying and making himself feel good in any way that he can, whereas you’d spend your free time wrapped in a book or having coffee over a new podcast about aliens.
But no matter your differences, the grunge boy that you grew up with sitting on the opposite side of the couch, making fun of you and laughing at the sheer difference in how the two of you chose to live out your college years, will always be your best friend. He might remain a crush or even your first love, but nothing can change the fact that the two of you click like two peas in a pod. You couldn’t trade anything for that, even your secrets about what you feel for him.
“Woah, hey,” he chuckles. “Sorry. I’m just–wow. It’s just shocking to me, I don’t know. Especially for you.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you scrunch your eyebrows together.
“Well, I mean,” he laughs awkwardly, putting his pen on the table. “It’s no secret you were the girl every guy was trying to get into their bed all throughout college…and high school.”
“Tch,” you shake your head. “As if, Kook. Don’t try to make up for ridiculing me about my sex life by covering it up with fake scenarios.”
“I’m serious, Y/n. Just as serious as you are about this,” he says. “You thought that Soobin, the university's #1 crush–a guy even more wanted than me–would agree to go out with you and date you if you weren’t the hottest chick in the school?”
“Yeah, well, that was short-lived,” you scoff, remembering the events of your break up. “He didn’t really want me. Or well, he did, but not like how I thought.”
“This is why I’m shocked,” he explains further. “Literally every man that I knew talked about you. I don’t know how their efforts could have gone unnoticed by you. But I guess you were too in your head to notice. You had the hottest man in the school, but not even that was enough to even make you think about doing anything with him?”
As much as that information flatters you, it doesn’t satisfy you at all. Truthfully, Jungkook could talk about any man in the world that might want you. But if that category doesn’t include him, the thought doesn’t arouse you at all.
Your own brain can’t even wrap itself around why you were so hung up on him. Why would you possibly want a guy like Jungkook to want you. He’s careless and reckless. He doesn’t give things a second thought and pushes all your buttons at the worst times. He’s foolish and irresponsible – a walking stick screaming ‘bad news’.
But at the same time, he is oh-so gentle. He’s kind and sweet, considerate and respectful. His touch makes you jolt, and his voice relieves your headaches in an instant. You feel safe when he is there, and absolutely terrified when he is not. He’s strong and capable, but also sentimental at heart.
You don’t think you could find anyone else like him in the world. No one like your Jungkook.
No wonder your past relationships didn’t work out for you. Taehyung you broke up with out of frustration. It was with him that you realized that Jungkook was too in your head to be dating anyone fairly. And just when you thought you were over Jungkook being your ideal man, Soobin walked into your life. But since he broke up with you over your own inexperience, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about how maybe you waited too long. No one wants someone who has no idea what they’re doing in the bedroom at the age of 24. Most of society at this age is dating to marry. You’re still dating for the experience.
“It’s not that I didn’t think about doing anything with him,” you respond. “I just–I don’t know. I couldn’t. It didn’t feel right. He wasn’t–I don’t know. We just weren’t a good match. The same goes for Taehyung and everyone else before him and Soobin.”
Your best friend is quiet for a moment, trying to wrap his head around everything that you’re saying.
“But it’s all irrelevant now,” you continue. “We’re graduated, and there’s nothing I can do about previous male efforts towards getting me in their sheets. It’s just–there’s something wrong with me.”
“Clearly,” Jungkook agrees. “Sex is like–life. You truly don’t know until you try. Do you even masturbate?”
“Jungkook,” you sigh quietly, as a disappointed palm presses against your forehead. “You weren’t supposed to agree to that.”
“Well, do you?”
“Of course, I masturbate.”
“And that hasn’t persuaded you at all? Don’t you imagine what it would feel like to have something other than your fingers or some toy getting you off?”
“That’s so graphic,” you scowl.
“Well, do you?”
You roll your eyes.
“I do, don’t get me wrong,” you agree. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just too hung up on a scenario that’s not possible–at least not for me.”
“You’re pined after by millions, Y/n,” he sits up straight on the couch, his legs folding against the cushions to get a better look at you. “Any scenario is possible in your world. Especially related to sex. You could get any man that you wanted to if you just broke down a wall or two and went after them.”
“That’s not–never mind,” you give up. You’re too embarrassed to admit anything. You also don’t really want to. Risking your friendship with Jungkook isn’t worth letting out a secret like this. You’d lose him forever, and you can’t risk that. “No one wants a 24-year-old virgin,” you begin again, trying to move on from your previous words. “Unless they’re a crazy perv, or one of those dudes who thinks that only ‘marriageable girls’ should be virgins until they tie the knot. And, well, those guys are just…weird.”
Jungkook laughs at your words and a small smile forms on your lips from the sound of his laugh.
“Y/n, what are you saying?” he exclaims amidst his laughter. “Look at you! You haven't lost a cent of your desirability in all the years I’ve known you. Any guy would want you.”
“But not you,”
“Huh?”
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck. Why did you just say that?!
The thought slipped past your lips without a second thought. There’s heat in your cheeks, and you can’t bear to look at Jungkook’s face. You might have fucked everything up now. Just over a thought you didn’t think twice about. Your brain must have been done suppressing it, but now you have to sit here and wait for the consequences of letting it all go.
“Sorry,” you clear your throat. “C-Can you give me the remote? I’d like to drop this and finish this show.”
“Nuh-uh,” he laughs in disbelief. His rough hand gently wraps around your wrist, forcing you to look at him again. “What did you just say?”
“Jungkook, please,” you cry. There’s fear in your voice. You’re so scared of losing him, you can’t even think properly. All you want to do is pretend like nothing happened. Like this whole conversation didn’t happen and you were back to talking about flavored soju. The thought of losing your best friend floods your mind, and you beg him with your eyes to stop. But he’s unrelenting.
Jungkook scoffs at the look in your eye, his grip loosening on your wrist before sliding it off completely.
“Y/n, you are so oblivious, it actually gets on my nerves more than anything in this world sometimes,” he says.
You feel your heart sink to your stomach.
“I didn’t think I’d actually have to tell you this because I thought it was obvious how I feel about you,” he laughs to himself. “I don’t know how long you’ve noticed, or if you’ve even noticed at all, but I’ve had a crush on you since freshman year of high school, Y/n. And it’s only grown since then. So don’t think for a second that I wouldn’t want you.”
Words fail to leave your lips. You’ve had so much shock and embarrassment during your time spent with him tonight. But nothing could have prepared you for this.
“Jungkook, none of this is making sense,” you stop him. As much as your heart leaps at his confession, a part of you is still completely misunderstanding something. “You mean to tell me that you’ve had a crush on me for how long? And yet in the meantime, you’ve made it your mission to be with every woman on campus? How in the world do you expect me to think you had feelings for me when every Saturday morning you tell me about whose pussy you were up the night before? How was I supposed to know?”
There’s a bit of anger in your voice. All these years of getting your heart shattered over his countless stories about girls that weren’t you. About how he kissed Emily on Friday night and then fucked her best friend, Rachel, in the ass a few hours later. About how he went all the way home one weekend just to fuck your high school calculus teacher. Or about the countless times you’ve walked into your shared apartment with him, only to look down and see an extra pair of girly high-heels sitting by the door next to his shoes. Or the many pairs of unfamiliar panties you’ve found in the wash. Or the smell of strong perfume constantly stained on his side of the couch.
“How in the world did I expect you to think I had feelings for you?” he reiterated your questions irritably. “Y/n, I asked you to be my date to prom! Hell, don’t even try to cut out the fact that we almost kissed when we graduated high school. I hung out with you every day after school in both high school and college. Fuck, half the reason I came to this university was to be by your side. We even have an apartment together!”
“You’re my best friend, Jungkook!” you explain.
“You don’t have to remind me,” he runs his hands through his hair in frustration. “I gave up trying to make us anything more than friends a while ago. Fuck, every time I lay with a girl it’s the biggest reminder of all that we’ll only be friends.”
“Fuck you, Jungkook,” you cry. A tear falls down your cheek from his words. God, you’re so frustrated and angry and annoyed and so relieved. You don’t know which emotion to put first. “Fuck you. You shattered me into pieces. You call me oblivious when I’ve spent years loving you. But you’ve been too busy telling me about who you’re going to fuck next to notice."
Jungkook breathes heavily, anger leaving his nostrils. His eyes are foreign to yours. You’ve never seen so much emotion in them at once.
And then suddenly he’s on your side of the couch, hovering over you, holding your jaw in his big, tattooed palm. His lips sear against yours kissing you with passion you’ve never felt before.
It’s second nature to hold his face in your hands. His ears slip between your middle and index finger; the cool metal of his earrings touches your skin gently.
You moan into him when you glide your right hand into his locks, pressing him tighter against your body. Jungkook grunts at the feeling of your hand in his hair. Never in a million years did he think he'd feel you like this. No matter how many times he’s imagined it before, no matter how many times he’s pretended it was you instead of the stranger beneath him, the feeling of imagining you is nothing compared to the feeling of actually having you right there in his arms.
You can feel him lay his weight heavier on you the more you kiss him. It prompts you to wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him tighter against your body.
Jungkook’s lips detach from yours slowly, his thumb lightly pressing against your bottom lip as he pulls away.
“I’m sorry,” he kisses you again slowly. It’s wet and soft, but you don’t mind. It’s him, and he feels right. “I guess we gave each other too many mixed signals.”
You kiss him back, holding his chin between your index finger and thumb.
“Are my signals clear now?” you ask him gently.
“If you’re telling me that you want me…more than just friends,” he presses his nose against yours. “Then they’re clear as day.”
You smile against his lips when he indulges on you again. Jungkook kisses you slowly and softly for another few minutes. It’s much different from the kissing you did a few minutes ago. This time, he’s gentle, and so are you. Your hands find purchase at the base of his scalp again, and you smile as he moans at the feeling. This is a whole new learning curve for you, and you’re finally going through lessons you’ve restricted yourself from accessing for a very long time. It feels so good. It feels amazing to have him in your arms like this.
But still, somehow there’s something missing. There’s a pit in your stomach, a wetness in between your thighs that begs you to rub up against him. And so you do, but you’re stopped with a firm hand on your hip from the man above you. You suddenly feel embarrassed again.
"Y/n,” he pants against your lips. He looks down at your conjoined hips. A part of him feels embarrassed at the sight–he doesn’t think he’s been more hard in his life. But he respects you more than to indulge in his own fantasy right now. “You’re still a virgin,” he reminds you.
“I know,” you exhale. “But I want you, Kook. I want you to be the one to take it.”
“Y/n,” he coos, swiping his thumb across your cheek. “I think you should think about it. I’m not the most romantic person in bed. I also don’t think I’m cut out to be your first. I don’t deserve you like that.”
“Don’t say that Jungkook,” you scrunch your eyebrows together. “You say that as if I haven’t been imagining you in the same way that you imagine me. You say that as if I haven’t been waiting for 10 years to kiss you like this. I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long, and I think this moment is why I haven’t been able to indulge in sex with anyone else. I feel right with you.”
You watch his eyes dart from your eyes to your lips. He’s lazy with his decision on which to focus on right now. His heart is so overwhelmed, he doesn't know which feature of yours to honor first.
“What are you doing to me,” he laughs at himself. You smile back at him, and he swears nothing has ever been more right than how it is at this moment.
“Will you take me, Jungkook?” you ask him again, much softer this time. It sounds strange coming from your mouth. You’ve never asked anyone to do that for you. The only person you’ve wanted, or have imagined, taking it away from you has been Jungkook. And here he is above you.
“Fuck,” he whispers. Your words send all the blood straight to his cock, as if it didn’t have enough blood in it already. “If that’s what you want.”
“It’s what I want,” you confirm with him. “I want you.”
“God, I want you, too,” he says, kissing you passionately yet again. This time, he scoops you into his arms, sitting you up on his lap. You straddle him perfectly, your thighs hugging his, and your core pressed temptingly against his own.
Jungkook moans at the feeling, his hands finding purchase on your hips before slowly grinding them against his own.
Your hands fall from his jaw to his shoulder, the feeling of his clothed dick against your pussy is much more shocking than you thought it would be. Never in a million years did you think such a strange action would feel so good.
“Kook,” you whine against his lips.
He breathes lightly against yours, trying to keep his composure as you make yourself feel good on his thighs.
“Can I touch you?” he asks gently. His hands remain on your hips until you nod, giving him permission to explore your body in whichever way he would like to first.
He watches your face as he slides his hands up to your waist. His fingers make their way under your silk pajama shirt, causing you to jolt at the feeling of his skin against yours. It puts a desire in your heart that you’ve never felt before. You’ve never wanted to explore anyone else like this.
“C-Can I touch you?” You ask him this time.
Jungkook laughs a little at you asking for his permission. In a way, he’s not really used to that. He finds it endearing that even though he’s fucked a lot of girls in his lifetime, the fact doesn’t take away that he’s still worthy of asking something like that to you. The other part of him laughs as if he’d ever say no to you.
“Please,” he gives you permission.
With that, you look at the fabric of his shirt leaning against his collarbone. His typical black shirt covers just enough to make you curious.
But your eyes move to your own hands, which are delicately mimicking his actions, except they start by pushing up his shirt from the bottom. Your fingertips feel his abs underneath them. They’re defined, and you hate to admit that they make you really nervous.
Your eyes flick to his, and they read your mind like a book.
With one motion, he takes his hands off your waist and pulls his shirt off, revealing all his glory to you in one quick second.
You take a deep breath, and he chuckles a little. But his laughs stop the minute you touch him again. They slide up his abs, your fingertips feeling his honey skin underneath you. They slide to his arm, covered in ink. They’re a perfect representation of him, and you haven’t told him enough how much you love them. They’re passionate and edgy, handsome and strong, but gentle and honest all at the same time.
You almost get lost in his ink when he slides his fingers further up your shirt.
Your breath stops in your throat when he grazes his fingers on the underside of your boob. You’re not wearing a bra, and the fact only excites Jungkook more.
But he wants to be patient with you, even though he knows that the two of you want this so badly.
“Can I?” he asks again.
“Yes,” you give him permission in a whisper.
With that, he slides the silk fabric up and over your shoulder, his breath stopping in his throat when he sees you.
“Fuck Y/n,” he breathes out. He looks to you for permission again to touch you, and you nod with a small smile on your face.
Jungkook gently cups the underside of your breasts, his body leaning forward as he does so. His lips wrap around your nipple and you gasp when he twirls his tongue around your sensitive bud.
The sensation prompts you to press your hips deeper against his, eliciting the sweetest sound from his throat. His black jeans frustrate him, the barrier is too thick between you and him.
He sucks on you harder before popping off and transferring his torture to your other nipple. Your pussy feels like it’s almost gushing arousal from his mouth alone. A raspy moan leaves your mouth as he gently bites on your bud, prompting you to tug at his hair.
“K-Kook,” you moan. “Please,” you beg.
Jungkook pops off your nipple, his mouth trailing kisses up to your neck. His hands slide up your back, holding you close against his chest as he kisses and sucks on the sweetest parts of your neck. You know he’s learning you, and you’re 100% willing to let him continue.
“I want you inside of me,” you pant against his ear. “Please, Kook. I want you.”
Jungkook pulls away, resting his hands on your waist again.
He looks at you with more seriousness now, although his lips are red and swollen and his skin is starting to shimmer with the slightest bit of sweat.
“Are you sure?” He asks you again.
“Yes,” you hold his cheek.
“Okay,” he smiles.
With that, he stands up with you wrapped around his waist. You know where you’re going, and you giggle against his neck at the fact that this is reality. You’re in his arms, your skin against his, and he’s on his way to make you feel closer to him than you ever have before. This is the only man that you’d let do this to you, you’ve realized. And the relief that it is finally happening makes you giddy and so so happy on the inside. You can’t help but hold him closer.
Jungkook gently lays you on his sheets. They smell like him, and you feel warm inside when he tops off the scent with himself hovering over you.
“Have you…you know,” he gulps. “Used anything before?”
“Like a dildo?” you clarify.
“Yeah,” he kisses your neck again. He’s completely overwhelmed with you. He can’t stop kissing you, and he doesn't want to stop anytime soon. The urge to mark you as his own–to show every man that you belong to him–is so strong. He can’t help being so proud that this has finally happened. That you’re with him, and that this is the start of something new between the two of you.
“Other than my fingers,” you sigh. “No, not really.”
Suddenly, Jungkook stands up, uncomfortably fiddling with the zipper of his jeans. What you said made his dick hurt with arousal. His jeans are too tight on him now, and he wants to feel all of your skin against his.
You watch him take off his jeans, feeling overwhelmed by the look of his cock springing free underneath his gray Calvin’s.
“S-Sorry,” he apologizes for the change in pace. “They were getting tight.”
“I can see why,” you exhale.
You feel taken aback by Jungkook’s size. It’s still clothed by his boxers, and he already looks like he’s going to rip you open. No wonder he is in such high demand.
“I’ll prep you,” he promises. “N’ go slow.”
You watch him give himself a few pumps over his boxers, closing his eyes from the feeling of releasing a little bit of tension. He smiles when his eyes land on your face, your eyes completely fixated on his dick.
“Something caught your eye?” he laughs at the expression on your face.
“Shut up,” you smile.
Your breath stills when he hooks his fingers around the rim of your pants, asking your eyes for permission before he continues. You allow him, and soon you’re left in just a pair of boy shorts with a huge stain soaking at your core. The sight has Jungkook immediately leaning himself on his elbows against the mattress to get a better look.
“Fuck,” he whispers, sliding his hands on the underside of your thigh. He pushes your legs up, examining you for the first time. “You’re soaked, Y/n.”
“S-Shut up,” you shy. “Do something already.”
Jungkook laughs at your embarrassment, hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear and sliding it up and off your body.
“As you wish,” he whispers against your core. You don’t even have time to react before his mouth gently envelopes your clit. He sucks on it as you squirm beneath him, the intensity of his pleasure feeling like it’s going to be a lot to handle.
You slide your fingers into his hair when he plays at your entrance. It’s so wet, and he can’t control himself from sliding his finger in, knuckles deep, as you moan from his actions.
Your responses only fuel his fire, causing him to lap you up even more, to slip another finger in and curl it up into your g-spot. He can feel you tense, and he knows you’re close. He wants you to get there, but you stop him before he has the chance to.
“Want you, Kook,” you whine. “I wanna cum with you.”
“You wanna cum with me?” he restated your statement as a question.
You nod feverishly against his pillows, your eyes coming to lock with his.
“I want you inside of me when you make me feel good,” you explain. “That’s how I want it.”
Jungkook gulps. Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’s ever heard.
“If that’s how you want it,” he smiles.
With a swift motion, he gets up to take off his boxers, his dick slapping against his abdomen as he does so.
It's almost comical how quickly he reaches for a condom in his nightstand drawer, slipping it on while his eyes stay right on yours. They tell you he’s been longing for you for so long. That this moment was one that he always dreamt of, but never thought would become a reality. You can only hope that yours convey the same.
Jungkook hovers over you again, his tip lining up with your entrance.
“Are you sure you want this? I can stop right now if you want me to,” he asks you again. There’s a worry in his eyes, as if he doesn’t think he’s the right one to take this from you.
“I want you, Koo. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. Please take me,” you plea.
You watch that man above you gulp before he kisses the tip of your nose. He rests his elbows on the sides of your head, trapping you underneath him. With a kiss, you feel the burn of being stretched suddenly flood your system. He pushes in slowly, your back arching into him as he struggles to find a normal breathing pace.
It hurts, but he goes slow. He’s aware of your discomfort, and he wants you to say something before he continues.
“S’ this okay?” he asks you.
When you look down, you realize he’s only half way, and your head tilts back against sheets. He’s so big, you don’t know what to do with yourself.
“Mmhm,” you grip his shoulders. “You can move, Kook.”
Jungkook pulls out, and then goes back in quicker and deeper this time. The feeling causes you to dig your nails into the skin of his back, the pain and pleasure bringing you to a high you’ve never felt before.
“Ahh- Y/n,” Jungkook moans on top of you. His head falls into the crook of your neck as he keeps a steady and slow pace. “You feel so good,” he pants against your skin.
“F-Faster, Kook,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his waist.
“Mm,” he hums, happily obliging to your request.
Jungkook speeds up the pace, his hips slapping against yours lewdly. There's so much liquid shared between the two of you, but neither of you care. It feels too good to stop.
“M’ feel good, baby?” He asks you, hovering his lips above yours. “This what you wanted?”
“Y-Yes,” you cry, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach from the name he called you.
Jungkook suddenly takes your hips in his hands firmly. Sitting on the back of his heels, his body towers over you before ramming his hips into yours again. The action causes you to tilt your head back, feeling fuller than you were just a minute ago in this new position.
“Yeah?” He licks his lips. His face looks demonic–like an actual sex demon is on top of you right now. “This is what you wanted, huh? You wanted to be fucked by this fat cock so bad, didn’t you, hm?”
Jungkooks fingers grip your hips tighter, slamming them against his own even harder than he did before. You can feel him against your cervix, hitting your g-spot with every exit and entrance of his cock in your pussy.
“Wanted you so bad, Koo,” you cry.
You feel your toes start to curl, and a part of you feels scared that you might cum too quickly. You want this to last longer.
“Yeah?” He bites his lip. Hearing you say that makes his head go fuzzy. The girl he’s wanted for so long, the girl he thought he could never have, is finally his. And he’s a part of something that is so special to you, he feels honored and overwhelmed all at the same time. “You gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my dick?”
“K-Kook,” you whine. “S-Say you wanted me, too. S-Say–”
“Fuck, Y/n, I wanted you so bad,” he grunts at the thought. He feels angry for the time he’s lost due to thinking one thing when it was actually the other. He could have been with you like this every night. He could have been loving you and holding your hand, and kissing you all day long had he just grown a pair and done it earlier. He should have kissed you at graduation all that time ago. Or maybe even earlier at prom. He’s wanted you all along. And thinking about how he felt when you got together with Taehyung and Soobin made him feel a jealousy he’s never felt before. He can only imagine what he’s done to you. The fact that he had someone new every night to talk to you about makes his heart hurt with the fact that telling you those things might have shattered your heart into dust just as you dating someone else did to his own.
“I wanted you then, and I want you now, and I want you after,” he continues. “I don’t want to let you go ever again.”
Your back arches from his words, your neck falling back from the pleasure and the pain all at once.
“Koo,” you grab onto his wrist. “I think I’m gonna cum.”
“Yeah?” He bites his lip again. His hair falls in front of his face as he watches your breasts move with his dick inside of you. “Cum for me baby, I’m not that far behind.”
Jungkook falls on top of you again. But this time, he brings your legs up over his shoulders, pushing into you even further than before. You’re starting to think he has an endless cock. Every new position he puts you in, you feel another inch inside of you.
You feel a white heat wash over you, and somehow you see stars as he continuously moves his dick in you harshly.
“A-Ahh,” you hear him moan. “You’re so tight–m’ gonna cum,” he tells you against your ear. “S’ that–that alright?”
He holds out until you let him, nodding into his cheek, too blissed out from your orgasm to form a worded response.
His thrusts get sloppy after you give him permission. The last few of them are hard and deep before you feel his dick pulse inside of you. A stream of sweet moans and your name falls from his lips as he releases inside of you. Out of all the music in the world, this is the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard.
After a few moments to catch a breath, he pulls out, not wanting any of his cum to leak out of the condom as he begins to soften from his post-sex glory. Jungkook kisses you gently, moving your hair off your sweaty face. He kisses your cheek and your forehead before tucking your hair behind your ear.
“You okay?” he asks you gently.
You laugh at his question. Hell, you were more than okay. Your best friend, first love, and current love, just took your virginity. Although you know you have a lot to experience in the sexual world, you whole-heartedly believe that it cannot get any better than this.
“Yes, are you?” you ask him back.
Jungkook laughs in the same way that you laughed at him.
“Is it safe to say that you’re my girlfriend now?” he asks.
“Only if the feeling is mutual.”
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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts, 2023 ]
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𝐸𝓍 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 1
Three Shot (1/3)
Pairing: Jungkook x y/n
Genre: ♤Romance/ exes au/ Jealousy
Warning: exes au/ toxic/ Jealousy/ jealous Jungkook/ ex boyfriend Jungkook
Word Count: 1240
Synopsis: When the time to move on finally came but Jeon Jungkook has other plans
Part 1, part 2, Part 3
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Tag list: @mwitsmejk
Y/n sighed, leaning her back against the chair. She is been sitting here for half an hour, but she isn't complaining though. It has been a good half an hour. This short amount of time really took her out of her depressed self. She enjoyed it, which was weird. She has never been on a blind date. She always thought an arranged marriage won't be a good way to get married, but this idea in her mind just changed.
She is not sure though if she wants to get into another relationship after a month of her breakup. But this guy who've been sitting with her for the past half an hour, made her feel refreshed. It wasn't love from the first sight or anything it was just the feeling of being able to laugh from the heart once again. She never thought she will be able to smile after breaking up with the love of her life.
She feels guilty......
*Am I supposed to be happy after breaking up with him? Am I supposed to be laughing with another guy? Am I supposed to move on?* Y/n kept questioning herself again and again.
"Y/n?!" a gentle voice took her out of her thoughts. Her gaze moved up towards the guy standing beside her. He had a bright smile on his face.
"Oh James, you're back!" she said smiling back at him.
"Yeah, I am sorry. That was an important person and I had to take the call." James replayed scratching the back of his head.
"That's fine, don't worry!" Y/n politely said still smiling.
"So...." James began, "It's getting late, come, I will drive home." He said standing up.
"No need. I will take a taxi" y/n said waving her hands as a sign of no.
"What!! Of course not. It's dangerous for a beautiful girl like you to be alone outside. I will drive you home and that's final" He said smiling at her as he intertwined his hand with hers.
Y/n looked down at their intertwined hands as James drag her behind him. A weird feeling rose in her heart and suddenly her ex boyfriend came to her mind. *Is it normal to think of him whenever James does a move? Is it normal to think James acts the same as my ex boyfriend?* y/n asked herself but didn't find answers.
She was suddenly taken out of her thoughts when she felt the cool night breeze touched her skin. Her body shivered at the feeling and her grip tightened on James hands. Her black lace top dress didn't help to warm her even a little.
James felt her grip and turned back to her. "Are you cold? Take my jacket!" He said placing his jacket on her shoulders.
Y/n thanked him as she smiled at him, her mind quickly taking her to the memory of her ex boyfriend doing the same thing.
She was still looking at James when she noticed a familiar person leaning his back on a car. Her smile dropped. His name came out of her mouth as a whisper, "J-Jungkook" her eyes moved up to his face and she clearly saw that stupid smirk on his face once again.
"What a coincidence!" Jungkook shouted from his spot as he started walking towards y/n and James.
James turned around facing Jungkook. "Who are you?" He asked pulling y/n behind him.
"Calm down boy and let that beautiful girl standing behind you introduce us." Jungkook answered that arrogant smirk still on his face.
Y/n quickly grabbed James from his hand and tried to drag him with her. As soon as she held his hand with hers, she felt a grip on her wrist harshly breaking the contact between her and James. Jungkook held y/n's wrist as he pulled her closer to him. His eyes were sharp in her hand.
His gaze slowly moved towards her eyes. Y/n gulped as soon as her eyes met with Jungkook's owns. Jungkook's expression quickly changed and a smirk appeared on his face again. His gaze moved up and down her body.
"What a beautiful black dress." Jungkook began as his eyes moved up to her face again. " With a lace top" he said bringing his other hand up, touching her hair with his fingers. For a moment y/n saw love in his eyes, but she quickly dodged it off.
"Don't touch her you bastard" James quickly said as soon as he saw how uncomfortable y/n looked. He tried to push Jungkook away from y/n but Jungkook didn't even budge.
A laugh escape Jungkook's mouth. He shook his head at how silly he things this Hames guy is. His head quickly turned towards James as soon as he heard him say. "Leave my fiancé alone"
Jungkook's eyes met with James' eyes, and if looks could kill, James would of been dead by now. "Your what? Hahaha fiancé?" Jungkook mocked looking back and forth between y/n and James.
"Fiancé! Not sure you will consider her as your fiancé after hearing who I am to her. Why don't you tell him babygirl?!" Jungkook asked y/n with a smirk on his face.
"Jungkook stop" y/n quietly said trying to free her hand out of his grip.
"Stop what? I just want to tell him how close we were. Can't I?" He asked pulling her closer to him.
"Don't dare to" y/n said finally moving her eyes of the ground and looking at Jungkook in the eye.
"Why not! Don't you want to tell him you are my girlfriend?!" Jungkook said moving his hands towards her waist.
"Girlfriend?!" James asked confused.
"Ex girlfriend, James." y/n quickly answered looking at james.
"Don't you want to tell him how we dated? What we used to do? How was our first night like?" Jungkook grabbed y/n chin moving her face harshly towards him again.
"Stop" she said trying to push his hands away and off of her.
"How I touched you" Jungkook's grip on her waist tightened.
"Jungkook stop!" Y/n said again her voice coming louder.
Jungkook: "How I used to pleasure you?"
"Jungkook I am warning you, stop!" Y/n's voice got louder and louder.
Jungkook: "How I made you scream my name the whole night? You were begging for my-" a slap was suddenly heard. Jungkook's head flew to the side as y/n's hand came in contact with his cheek.
"I warned you. I told to st-" y/n stop mid sentence when she felt Jungkook's harsh grip her jaw. He quickly pulled her to him once again and attached his lips to hers.
James yelled telling him to leave her alone but Jungkook didn't gave a f**. Instead his kiss got harsher and harsher, to the point that he tasted blood. Y/n kept hitting Jungkook's chest with her fisted hands, but it didn't do any help.
Jungkook's hands moved behind her head as he deepened the kiss more and more. As soon as y/n stoped hitting him, he withdrew his lips from hers, not forgeting to bite her bottom lip.
Both of them were breathing heavily. Their chest heaved up and down as they panted. A smirk reappeared on Jungkook's face again. He leaned his forehead against y/n's forehead and said, "You're still mine"
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Dream lover - pt. 1
☾ Pairing: Fallenangel!Jungkook X Reader
☾ Synopsis: You’d been having dreams you couldn’t recall except when you were in the dream itself. He was always there and always hungry for you. What did he want with you? Who was he? You were determined to remember.
☾ Warnings: masturbation, dirty talk (more smut later)
☾ Genre: fluff, smut, angst (kinda sorta)
☾ A/N: this is my first attempt, please be kind to me. Since my username has dream, I thought I’d make my first post reminiscent of that.
pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt.3 - pt.4 - pt.5 - pt.6
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It happened again. You woke up drenched in your own sweat and you didn’t know why. You had a suspicion that you may have been having nightmares, but you couldn’t recall them now. The only sensation left was emptiness and wondering how your dream could be so intense as to affect your emotions upon waking. The worst part was that you couldn’t remember what you were dreaming about. It was strange not to be able to recall something that had such a deep impact on your physical being.
Wiping the sweat off your forehead and waiting until your heart beat steadied, you moved off your bed and walked towards the bathroom getting ready for the new day that awaited you.
Continuing with the same routine, you glance at yourself in the mirror and begin the daily self-analyzing ritual.
dark circles ✔️
puffy cheeks ✔️
blemishes ✔️
scratch marks ❓
THAT was something new. Where had that come from? Was your dream so wild that you scratched your own shoulder? “How is that even possible?”, you ask no one is particular. “Hmm, these don’t look like my nails would have done this..maybe I scratched myself on the bed somewhere.” Making a mental note to check your mattress later, you just ignore it and go on with your day.
Everything plays out as usual. The same long ritualistic hours slowly ticking away. You have a yearning feeling the entire day. It’s a feeling like you forgot to do something. Keeping yourself busy all day seems to help you settle down. But, in all honesty, you truly cannot wait to be home. Soon the sun begins to set, and you’re on your way to your safe haven. As soon as you enter your home, you kick off your shoes and head towards the shower. Once undressed you step under the warm water and let your stress wash down the drain. Eventually, you find yourself on your bed ready to relax and release the burden of responsibility for the next eight hours, that is, until you close your eyes.
He was there again, just like you remember him. It was only in dream that you could even recall what he looked like. The very source of your simultaneous heartache and fulfillment. His dark brown orbs for eyes-shining brillliantly with the day’s sun. He was walking along a field of flowers. His hands were caressing each and every petal he passed and he walked with his face up towards the sun. The sun’s energy seemed to be filling him with pleasure and soon he came to stand in front of you. You don’t even recall how you got where you were, or how long you’d been there.
“Hello, Y/N. I’ve missed you.”, he says. The voice you hear instantly brings you relief and you long to hear it again. Who was he? Why did you feel so much longing for him? What was his na...??? “J-Jungkook?”
“Yes baby, it’s me. I’ve missed you so much. Why haven’t you come to see me? I waited all day.” He’s standing right in front of you. His body tall and relaxed. He hasn’t touched you yet, but you wish he would.
There were honestly no words to relay as you had no idea how you knew his name, nor why you felt the feelings you felt. You missed him too. You felt so compelled by him. “I missed you too Jungkook. I didn’t mean to leave you alone. I had responsibilities to take care of.” The words escape your mouth uncontrolled.
Jungkook looks up at you and smiles, but it’s not a soft smile. It’s one of those smiles that makes you weak in the knees, and he aimed it right at you. His eyes skimmed down over your body before landing on your hips. You suddenly remember him, all over, everywhere, and all at once!
Your heart suddenly starts beating rapidly. Oh god, how could you have forgotten? You start to smile back. He raises his right hand and brings it your your shoulder where you had your scratches. His thumb gently brushes over your skin in circular motions. He smiles knowingly and then brings his lips down over your shoulder to kiss it gently. It’s so seductive it sends shock waves throughout your body. “Sorry about that baby. Maybe a tree is not such a good place to be near when we’re together.” He leans down and places a warm gentle kiss on your lips. His mouth is so soft and delicious. You reciprocate and soon find your hands moving up to the nape of his neck where you grab at his hair. He licks along your bottom lip and you open up to let him in. Once he’s made contact with your tongue, you both moan into each other’s mouths so desperately.
Just when he pulls back and looks like he’s about to devour you whole... beep beeep beep...
Eyes fluttering open you realize the sun is up and your body is hot all over. You sit up abruptly. Why were you sweating again?? Why did your heart feel like it was going to jump out of your chest? Your hand over your heart soon moves up and your fingers graze over your lips. Your mouth suddenly whispers...”J-Ju-Jungkook?”.
What?? Wait... who was Jungkook? Your mind reels at what the hell you were feeling. Something was wrong. No normal person wakes up like this and whispers a name they don’t even know. Your try the name on your lips again and your heart goes into overdrive. Suddenly in your mind you can hear a voice, it’s so faint, but it’s there. Shutting out the noise around you, you focus in on it. Closing your eyes and laying back down; head against your pillow, you can hear it again. It’s almost like the voice is right near your ear. It’s like a warm whisper. Your skin immediately breaks out in goosebumps.
”Y/N, where have you gone to, baby? I haven’t finished with you yet. Do you know what you do to me? Princess, can you feel me all over you? How I want you?”.
The voice sends a shiver throughout your body and you squeeze your thighs together at the words so familiar. You strain to focus harder at the voice.
“Y/N, you know I don’t like it when you tease. Baby, do me a favor and bring those pretty fingers up to your mouth.”
Seemingly without being in control, you do as you’re told. Bringing your right hand up, you place your pointer and middle fingers into your mouth and wet them. “Good girl.”, says the voice. You breathe in deep as you hear the next direction. “Now baby, slide those fingers into your pretty panties and touch your beautiful cunt.”
Your breathing is shallow and you try to form words. “Jungkook, I need you so much.” Though your eyes were starting to close they suddenly shoot open at the realization that you knew the voice and name. You knew the voice very, very well. He was here.You could feel him. How was this possible? Was he whom you had been dreaming about?
Your body returns to the sensations you feel below. Just the thought of Jungkook has your mind in a haze as you try to reach a peek you can’t find. You need more. As if Jungkook could sense it, he begins to speak again.
“Come on Y/N, keep on touching that pretty cunt. I wish I could taste it. Do you want me to taste it, baby?”
“Yes, oh god yes!”, you moan wantonly. Who the hell were you right now? It didn’t matter. You missed his voice, this feeling. You needed it bad. Jungkook continues, “Then do as I say baby or you won’t be getting what you want.” You whine at the threat and suddenly hear him chuckle lowly. How dare he when you were in such a turmoil!? “It seems like my baby is desperate. Would you like me to fill up that gorgeous pussy with my tongue or maybe my fingers? How about both? Is that what you want, baby girl?”
You feel so desperate. No one has ever made you feel this way but him. You’re moving your fingers in and out quicker now. The wet sounds could almost make you blush were it not for the desperation you felt to reach your high. You shift your fingers to your clit and snake your free hand up your shirt to caress your breast and squeeze your nipple. “Ahhh, oh my god...” your mouth is dry as you beg. “Please..Jungkook...”
Please is all you could say. You were so close you could taste it. Suddenly you felt feather like touches on your neck and thighs, but no one was there.
Then as if someone were speaking right at your mouth, you feel a breath that says, “Now baby, cum for me, NOW.”
That was all it took as you came with the most earth shattering climax you could remember. You mewl in such a desperate way that it makes your face blush deeper than it already was. “That’s my pretty babygirl. I can’t wait to touch you just once. Someday I’ll get to feel that soft skin. Then you’ll truly be mine.”
And just like that, his voice was gone and you were left on your bed exhausted and panting. Before drifting off to sleep for a few extra minutes before going to work, you speak, “Jungkook, I remember you. I remember what happened.”
You were haunted by the fact that Jungkook was only allowed to be in your dreams and mind. There were limitations as punishment for his choice. You had never been able to physically touch him completely. He didn’t exist in your world. At least, not yet.
You were determined to never forget him, that is, until you woke up panting and sweating.
“Why do I keep waking up like this? And why do I feel so empty?”
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Jungkook Onehot-Injured
Jungkook Oneshot "What the hell are you doing Jungkook?" You said as your best friend attempted to balance on a stair railing. You have been friends with Jungkook since seventh grade,and it was now your last year of highschool. "I'm having fun,duh!"he replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You shook your head at the boy's antics. "You're going to fall.I'm going to laugh,but then help you up and say 'I told you so'" You had to admit it,you kind of were crushing on Jungkook since 9th grade,but never had the courage to confess in fear that it would ruin your friendship Jungkook simply rolled his eyes. "Oh please Y/N,I'm good at everything," Just after he said that sentence,he stumbled. "Oh sh-"Jungkook lost his balance and fell to the ground. You at first laughed at him. "Haha!What did I tell you?"you said sassily placing a hand on your hip. Jungkook shot you a dirty look and groaned. "Ouch..." You rolled your eyes. "Aish Jungkook,what am I going to do with you." You knelt down next to him examining his injuries.He had scraped his arms and knees and bruised his ankles. "Agh Y/N.I see the light!" he yelled,dramatically putting his hands over his forehead. You jokingly scoffed, "Yah you pabo,get up.My house is just a block away.I'll patch up your 'serious' injuries there."you said as you helped him off the ground. "Hey,I'm older that you!"he scolded. "Only by a few months!"you sassed back."Now shush." You then proceeded to support him all the way to your house,sometimes almost stumbling under his weight. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* You finally arrived at your house,which was only a block away but having to support Jungkook made it a lot harder to get there. He sat on the couch as you went upstairs. "I'll get the first aid kit,be right back."you told him as you went to your bathroom. You swiftly grabbed the first aid kit and made your way back downstairs to tend to your friend. He still was laying down on the couch. "Okay,now sit still,this night hurt a bit."you said as you put a bit of alcohol on a wipe. You carefully dabbed it onto Jungkook's scrapes on his knees.He winced,but didn't want to complain. As you were busy with his arm,he subbendly moved his arm away. "What's the point of putting alcohol anyway?You don't have to."he complained. You rolled your eyes. "I don't want it to get infected."you replied. Jungkook frowned,"I'm sure it won't..."he said. "Jungkook-" you reached for his arm,but he pulled it away. "No way!"he exclaimed. "Oh stop being such a baby Kookie,it's just that last arm then it's over."you slightly giggled at his behavior. "Yah,it's not funny!"he whined. As he let his guard down,you sat on his chest and quickly wiped his arm,finishing your job. "Hey Y/-Ow!" he groaned. You then got off his chest and grinned.Victory was yours! Jungkook then also stood up,with a surprisingly serious look on his face. "J-Jungkook?" He suddenly pushed you onto the couch he just was on,trapping you by moving closer to you,nearly in top of you and placing his hands on either side of you. "No respect,huh Y/N?" he spoke in a husky voice which sent shivers up your spine.You were flustered and only responded by biting your lip. Jungkook smirked and shook is head,this was definitely a side of him you had never seen. "I've been waiting for so long to do this."he whispered,getting closer and closer,very little space between your lips. You held your breath.Jungkook then closed his eyes and closed the gap between your lips. You two were kissing. After you processed what was going on,you closed your eyes and started kissing back,wrapping your arms around his neck,deepening the kiss. You wanted this moment to last forever,but sadly you had lungs that needed air.You two broke the kiss,both slightly panting for air. Jungkook was the first to speak."Well that escalated quickly,huh?"he smirked. You could feel his breathing with your foreheads together. "Y-yeah..."you said,still a bit flustered. "You enjoyed that didn't you?"he asked. You moved away from him. "Don't flatter yourself bunny boy,you were the one who kissed me!"you said in an annoyed tone. Jungkook locked eyes with you,smirking. "But you kissed back."he stated. You averted your gaze,blushing. "But Y/N," Jungkook suddenly said. You then looked at him again. "I still need to punish you for being so rude."
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