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in which jungkook accidentally discovers his best friend’s little sister’s onlyfans and becomes completely, utterly obsessed

pairing𓂃 : jungkook x fem!reader (y/n)

warnings𓂃 : onlyfans au, voyeurism, degradation/praise kink, jungkook is a big fucking talker, mean dom!jungkook because you asked for it, yearning koo, they both beg for each other, he cums inside (wrap it up guys), dirty talk, he watches your live from the guest room, he’s obsessed with your nipple piercing, he fucks you stupid, he’s so down bad it’s embarrassing

Word count 𓂃 ~ 15k

You hated Jeon Jungkook.

Not the casual kind of hate. The deep, bone-deep kind that made your blood boil every time he walked into the apartment you shared with your brother Jimin like he paid the rent. He’d kick off his boots in the middle of the hallway, steal your leftover tteokbokki from the fridge, and call you “princess” in that low, mocking drawl that made your thighs clench even while you were telling him to go fuck himself.

He was Jimin’s best friend. Practically lived here some weeks. And you? You were the annoying little sister who “still lived at home” (never mind that you paid half the rent and all your own tuition). Your barista job barely covered groceries. So you thought that you should start an OnlyFans.

You were shaking so hard your phone nearly slipped out of your hands.

It was 11:47 p.m. on a random Tuesday. Your tiny bedroom was lit only by the purple LED strip you’d taped behind your desk and the glow of your laptop. The black lace mask sat on your pillow like a dare — the one that covered everything from the bridge of your nose up, leaving only your glossy lips and the lower half of your face visible. You’d practiced putting it on three times already. It felt ridiculous. It felt necessary.

Jimin was asleep down the hall. Jungkook had left hours ago after another one of his usual raids on your fridge. The apartment was quiet. Your barista paycheck had hit today and it was… pathetic. Rent was due in nine days. Tuition payment was even sooner. You’d stared at the numbers until your eyes burned, then opened OnlyFans.

Just try it once, you told yourself. If it’s weird, you delete everything and never speak of it again.

You hit “Go Live.”

The screen stayed black for three long seconds. Then the viewer count ticked from 0 to 1… then 4… then 12. Your heart slammed against your ribs.

“Um… hi,” you said, voice cracking on the first word. You cleared your throat and tried again, softer, breathier, the way you’d practiced in the mirror. “This is… my first stream. Like, ever. So please be nice, okay? I’m kind of dying right now.”

The chat exploded instantly.

user48291: omg first stream?? welcome!!

maskedfan69: take your time baby we’re patient

tipking88: already subbed, you're so pretty.

You laughed — a nervous, breathy sound — and the tension in your shoulders eased just a fraction.

“Okay… hi everyone. I’m… let’s just say I’m your new favorite secret.” You tilted your head, letting the mask catch the light. “I won’t show my face. That’s non-negotiable. But I’ll show you other things if you’re good.”

The tips started rolling in immediately — small ones at first, $5, $10. Each notification made a little chime that sent a spark straight between your legs. You hadn’t even taken anything off yet and you made what you did in 2 days of work.

You started slow, just like you’d seen other girls do. You talked. You answered questions.

“Am I a student? Yeah… something like that. Don’t ask for details or I’ll have to block you.” You winked above the mask. “What am I wearing? This old hoodie and… not much else underneath, honestly.”

Someone tipped $50 with the message: show us your tits please

You froze for half a second. Then you smiled — slow, shy, a little wicked.

“You guys move fast,” you murmured. “Okay… but only because it’s my first time and I’m feeling brave.”

You set the phone on its little tripod, leaned back in your chair, and slowly pulled the oversized hoodie up and over your head. Cool air kissed your skin. Your nipples tightened instantly. And there it was — the silver barbell piercing through your left nipple, the one you’d gotten three weeks ago on a reckless “fuck it” night after one too many sojus. You’d hidden it under hoodies and thick bras ever since. No one knew. Not Jimin. Not Jungkook. Not anyone.

The chat went feral.

user48291: HOLY SHIT THE PIERCING

tipking88: $100 if you play with it

newsub99: fuck that’s so hot

You bit your lip, cheeks burning under the mask, and reached up. Your fingers brushed the cool metal. The sensation shot straight to your core — sharper, more electric than you expected. You rolled the barbell gently between your thumb and forefinger, tugging just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Fuck…” The word slipped out before you could stop it. “It’s still kind of new. Really sensitive.”

You did it again, slower this time, and a soft moan escaped. Your thighs pressed together. You could feel how wet you were already, the fabric of your tiny sleep shorts clinging.

The tips poured in faster.

You kept talking — voice low, a little shaky, a little turned on. You answered more questions between soft gasps. Someone asked if it hurt when you got it pierced. You laughed breathlessly.

“A little. But the guy who did it was really gentle. Kept telling me how pretty it looked…” You pinched the pierced nipple harder, rolling it, and your hips shifted on the chair. “Now it just makes me stupid wet whenever I touch it. Like right now.”

You stayed like that for almost an hour — chatting, laughing at their jokes, occasionally moaning when a big tip came through, playing with both breasts but giving extra attention to the one with the piercing because the chat couldn’t get enough. You never took the mask off. Never showed more than your tits and the tops of your thighs. But it was enough.

By the time you ended the stream your thighs were slick, your nipples were puffy and dark from all the attention, and your earnings notification made your jaw drop.

$847 in one hour.

You stared at the number, heart pounding, mask still on, and let out a shaky little laugh.

“Holy shit…”

You weren’t just going to delete the account.

You were already thinking about what you’d wear for the next one.

What was sure is that you would never show your full face — that rule was non-negotiable. And you'll do just enough to pay for classes and keep Jimin from worrying.

He would just think you have a promotion maybe. You prayed that he doesn't ask too many questions. Jungkook? He would never now.

The living room smelled like jjajangmyeon and too much testosterone.

Jimin was sprawled on the big couch like a king, controller in hand, grinning like an idiot because both his favorite people were in the same room and, for once, not actively trying to murder each other. Yet.

You were curled up in the armchair with your legs tucked under you, wearing an oversized hoodie that still couldn’t hide the way your chest moved when you breathed. Jungkook sat on the floor, back against the coffee table, long legs stretched out, looking unfairly good in a black tank top that showed off every line of ink on his arm.

You’d been sniping at each other for twenty minutes straight.

“Could you not leave your disgusting boots in the middle of the hallway like you own the place?” you snapped, poking his shoulder with your socked foot.

Jungkook didn’t even look up from his phone. “Could you not act like a brat every time I breathe in your direction, princess?”

“I’m not a brat, you’re just an inconsiderate asshole who—”

“Okay, okay!” Jimin laughed, holding his hands up like a referee. “Truce. Both of you. I’m trying to enjoy my noodles without a divorce happening in my living room.”

You rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. Jungkook smirked — that slow, infuriating smirk that made your stomach flip even while you wanted to throw a cushion at his head.

Jimin glanced between you two, eyes sparkling with pure relief. He’d been low-key terrified for months that his best friend and his little sister would eventually hook up. The tension was so thick sometimes he could barely breathe. But tonight? Tonight they were back to their usual bickering and eye-rolling. And each time you would scream at each other, Jimin would sigh from the relief of knowing that you would never hook up. He didn't want Jungkook, his bestfriend but a world-known fuckboy, to break the heart of his cute litte sister.

You stood up to grab more water, hoodie riding up just enough to show a sliver of skin above your shorts. Jungkook’s eyes flicked there for half a second — barely noticeable — before he forced them back to his phone.

“Whatever,” you muttered on your way to the kitchen. “Just keep your boots and your attitude out of my space.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” he called after you, voice dripping with mockery.

Jimin snorted. “You two are exhausting. But at least I don’t have to worry about you guys sneaking off to make out or something. That would’ve been awkward as hell.”

Jungkook let out a short laugh, but it sounded a little strained. “Yeah. No chance of that happening.”

You came back with your water, glared at him one last time, and dropped back into the armchair.

Time passed and Jungkook got home around 1:20 a.m., still buzzing from the stupid argument in your living room. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way your hoodie had slipped off one shoulder, or how your plump bottom lip had jutted out when you were pissed at him. Annoying. Hot. Whatever.

He showered, threw on grey sweats, and flopped onto his bed with his phone. Bored. Horny. Restless. He opened Twitter, scrolled, and saw a promoted live from a small creator.

He tapped it without thinking.

The stream loaded.

And Jungkook’s entire world tilted sideways.

She was there again — same black lace mask, same dim purple lighting, same glossy, unmistakably plump lips visible beneath it. He didn't recognised her right away, he didn't really paid attention. But the second he heard her voice, soft and still a little shy, everything clicked into place like a gunshot.

“Hi everyone… um, thanks for coming back if you were here last time. I’m still kind of new at this so… be patient with me, okay?”

That voice. Those lips. The exact way she bit the bottom one when she got nervous.

No. Fucking. Way.

Jungkook sat bolt upright, heart slamming so hard against his ribs he thought it might crack. His cock went from zero to painfully hard in three seconds flat.

It was you.

Y/N. Jimin’s little sister. The girl who had just spent the last two hours calling him an asshole in their living room.

He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. He just stared as you chatted awkwardly with the growing chat, voice still carrying that cute nervous edge.

No. No fucking way.

His thumb hovered over the “X” to close the tab immediately. This is wrong. This is Y/N. Jimin’s sister. Close it. Close it right now.

But he didn’t.

He couldn’t.

His heart was hammering so loud he could hear it in his ears. His cock was already thickening against his thigh, traitorous and heavy. He told himself he was just going to watch for ten seconds. Just to be sure. Just to prove it wasn’t you.

Then you smiled — that small, nervous smile that made your bottom lip jut out — and his stomach dropped.

It was you.

He should’ve left. He knew he should’ve left. But when you started chatting with the chat, voice still carrying that cute shy edge, he stayed frozen. Staring. Cock now fully hard and straining against his sweats.

You were wearing the same oversized hoodie from earlier that night.

And then you said it.

“I, um… I got a few requests last time to show more, so… maybe I’ll be a little braver tonight?” You laughed softly, cheeks visibly pink even under the mask. “Don’t expect miracles though. I’m still figuring this out and I’m still shy…”

Jungkook’s breath stopped.

Don’t do it. Don’t lift it. Please don’t—

You grabbed the hem of the hoodie with both hands and slowly pulled it up.

The second your tits came into view — bare, perfect, nipples already stiff — Jungkook let out a broken sound that was half groan, half “fuck”. But it was the left one that destroyed him completely.

A silver barbell. Clean. Perfectly placed. Slightly healed but still new enough that the skin around it looked sensitive. It glinted under the purple light every time you breathed.

He had no idea.

He was a tattoo artist and piercer. He’d done dozens of nipple piercings. He knew the exact gauge, the exact placement, the exact way it would look when it was fresh. And he had no fucking clue you had one.

You’d gotten it in secret. Told no one. Not even Jimin. And he, of all people, hadn’t noticed.

“How the fuck…” he whispered to the empty room, voice wrecked. His hand was already inside his sweats, gripping his cock like it was the only thing keeping him sane. “You little— when did you even…?”

You rolled the barbell between your fingers on screen, letting out that tiny whimper he now recognized from the living room arguments, and Jungkook lost whatever was left of his control.

He came hard — sudden, violent, cum spilling over his fist and stomach while you were still live, still shy, still playing with the piercing he never knew existed. His vision whited out for a second. When he could breathe again, he was still staring at the screen, chest heaving, cock twitching in his hand like it wasn’t done.

Jungkook didn’t move for a long moment. His cum was cooling on his abs, his heart was still trying to punch through his ribs, and his brain was screaming one single thought on repeat:

It’s you. It’s fucking you.

He should’ve closed the tab. He should’ve thrown his phone across the room. Instead, his thumb moved on autopilot.

New account.

Quick username: fineline97

No profile picture. No bio. Just created.

You were still live — only a few minutes left, from the timer in the corner. Still in that same hoodie you’d worn earlier at the apartment, still wearing the mask, still looking shy and a little flushed from all the attention. The chat was moving fast, people thanking you for the stream, asking when the next one would be.

Jungkook didn’t even think. He just tapped the big pink “Tip” button, typed in 200, and added the message before he could stop himself.

fineline97 tipped $200 Message: you’re so pretty.

The notification popped up on your screen instantly.

Your eyes widened above the mask — he could see it clearly. Your lips parted in surprise, that plump bottom lip he now knew too well glistening under the purple light. You let out the softest, most flustered little laugh he’d ever heard from you.

“Oh my god… two hundred? From a new account? Um— thank you so much, fineline97… that’s… wow. You’re really sweet. Thank you.”

You smiled — small, genuine, still a little shy — and it went straight to his cock like you’d wrapped your hand around it. He was already getting hard again, still messy with his own cum, and all he could do was stare at the way your lips moved when you said his new username.

You’re so pretty.

He’d typed it without thinking. Because it was true. Because even with the mask, even knowing it was you — the same girl who’d called him an asshole four hours ago — he couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

On screen, you bit your lip, clearly flustered by the size of the tip, and mumbled another soft “thank you” before glancing at the timer.

“Okay… I think that’s it for tonight. You guys were really nice. I’ll try to go live again soon, promise. Goodnight…”

The stream ended.

Jungkook stayed frozen in the dark, phone still in his hand, cock now fully hard again against his stomach. The $200 notification was still glowing on the screen like proof that he’d just lost his mind.

He should’ve felt guilty. He should’ve felt disgusted with himself.

Instead, all he could think about was the silver barbell glinting on your left nipple… and how the fuck he was supposed to look you in the eye tomorrow when he came over to hang out with Jimin like nothing had happened.

His phone buzzed with the OnlyFans confirmation.

Welcome to OnlyFans, down4u97. You are now subscribed to maskedmoan.

Jungkook let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh and dragged a hand down his face, smearing cum across his jaw.

“Fuck,” he whispered to the empty room. “I’m so fucked.”

He stared at the ceiling for ten seconds… then grabbed his phone and opened the chat with hisbest friend. Not Jimin (obviously). Taehyung. The only person he could dump everything on without filter.

Jungkook 2:27 a.m. Tae. Wake the fuck up. I have a problem. A big one.

Taehyung 2:28 a.m. ?? It’s 2:27 bro. Did you get kicked out of another club or what?

Jungkook 2:28 a.m. Worse. Way worse.

Taehyung 2:29 a.m. Just spit it out, I’m awake now.

Jungkook 2:30 a.m. I found Jimin’s sister’s OnlyFans. By accident.

Taehyung 2:31 a.m. Wait. Wait. JIMIN’S SISTER?? Y/N?? Are you serious right now?

Jungkook 2:31 a.m. Yes. I was jerking off like an idiot after leaving their place. Clicked on a random live. And it was her. Playing with her tits on camera. And that piercing… Tae. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t even close the tab. I came while watching her. Like a fucking pervert.

Taehyung 2:32 a.m. … Bro. You’re telling me you found Jimin’s sister’s OnlyFans, nutted to it, and now you’re telling me about it at 2:30 in the morning?

Jungkook 2:33 a.m. Yes. And I made an account. Sent her $200. She said thank you in this shy little voice. And now I’m hard again just thinking about it.

Taehyung 2:34 a.m. … You’re actually insane. For real. How long have you had a crush on her? Because this isn’t a crush anymore, this is full-on deranged.

Jungkook 2:35 a.m. I don’t know. I thought I hated her. She calls me an asshole every single day. But fuck, Tae... I’m losing my mind.

Taehyung 2:36 a.m. Listen to me carefully. You’re not going to do anything stupid. You’re not going to send her weird messages. You’re not going to tell her it’s you. And most importantly, you are NOT going to fuck Jimin’s sister. Because if Jimin finds out, he will actually kill you. And I’m not helping you hide the body.

Jungkook 2:37 a.m. … Too late for the “don’t do anything stupid” part. I already subscribed. And I’m going to watch every single one of her lives. All of them.

Taehyung 2:38 a.m. You’re actually a lost cause. Go to sleep. Or jerk off one more time and then sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow. And for the love of God, don’t show up at Jimin’s place tomorrow with a hard-on.

Jungkook 2:39 a.m. Too late. I’m already going tomorrow night, gonna play games with Jimin.

Taehyung 2:40 a.m. God have mercy on your soul. And your dick. Goodnight, you pervert.

Jungkook 2:41 a.m. Night.

Jungkook barely slept.

Every time he closed his eyes he saw it again — the purple lighting, the black lace mask, your plump lips parting on a soft moan, and that silver barbell catching the light every time you breathed. He jerked off twice more before the sun came up, each time with your name on his tongue and the memory of your shy little “thank you” when he sent the $200.

By the time evening came, he was running on caffeine, zero sleep, and pure adrenaline.

He showed up at your apartment at 8:15 p.m. with two bottles of soju and a bag of snacks like it was any other Thursday. Jimin opened the door with his usual bright smile.

“Finally! I was about to start without you.”

Jungkook forced a grin, stepping inside. “Yeah, sorry. Got held up at the studio.”

His eyes immediately scanned the living room.

You were curled up on the couch in another oversized hoodie — the same one from last night? — scrolling on your phone with your legs tucked under you. Hair messy, face bare, looking completely normal. Like you hadn’t spent the previous night showing your tits to strangers on the internet.

Like you hadn’t made him cum three times in twelve hours.

“Hey,” you said without looking up, voice flat. “Try not to eat all the snacks this time, asshole.”

Jungkook’s stomach flipped. That same voice. The one that had moaned softly on camera less than twenty-four hours ago.

“Hey princess,” he answered, trying to sound normal. “Missed me that much?”

You rolled your eyes and went back to your phone.

Jimin laughed from the kitchen. “God, you two are already starting. I swear, one day I’m gonna come home and find you’ve actually killed each other.”

Jungkook dropped onto the other end of the couch, trying not to stare at the way the hoodie stretched across your chest. He knew what was underneath now. Knew exactly how that left nipple looked with the silver barbell through it. Knew how sensitive it seemed when you played with it on stream.

His cock twitched in his jeans.

Focus. It’s just game night. Normal. Chill.

You shifted slightly and the hoodie slipped off one shoulder. Jungkook’s eyes snapped to the exposed skin like a magnet. He swallowed hard.

“So,” Jimin said, coming back with bowls of chips, “what are we playing first? Mario Kart or that new fighting game?”

“Whatever,” you muttered, finally putting your phone down. “Just don’t let Jungkook win. His ego’s already too big.”

Jungkook let out a short laugh, but it sounded a bit off. Strained. He picked up a controller without looking at you.

You played for a while. At least, you tried to. But something felt… different tonight.

Jungkook was acting weird.

He kept losing — badly. Which was strange, because he was usually annoyingly good at these games. Every time you leaned forward to grab your drink, you felt his eyes on you again. Not in the usual teasing way. This was heavier. More intense. Like he was studying you.

At one point you caught him staring at your chest again when you stretched. His gaze lingered for a second too long before he quickly looked away and focused on the screen like nothing happened.

You narrowed your eyes.

What the hell is his problem tonight?

You shifted on the couch, pulling your hoodie back up over your shoulder. Jungkook’s knee started bouncing under the table. He was biting the inside of his cheek, something he only did when he was stressed or hiding something.

Jimin, completely oblivious, was having the time of his life destroying both of you in Mario Kart.

“Damn, Kook, you’re playing like shit tonight,” Jimin laughed. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook answered quickly. Too quickly. “Just tired from the studio.”

“Seriously,” you said under your breath so only he could hear, “what’s wrong with you tonight? You’re acting like I have two heads.”

He just smirked, voice low. “Maybe I’m just tired of losing to you, princess.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, clearly annoyed…

Jimin, completely oblivious and happy as ever, clapped his hands. “Alright, next round! And no fighting, you two. I like my apartment in one piece.”

Jungkook forced a laugh and picked up his controller again.

Something was definitely off with him.

And you had no idea why.

Group Chat – “Y/N’s Trauma Dump” (Later that same night, 11:47 p.m.)

You 11:47 p.m. GUYS Jungkook was so fucking weird tonight I swear to god

Soojin 11:48 p.m. ?? Spill. Now.

Hana 11:48 p.m. What did the tattooed menace do this time 😂

You 11:49 p.m. He kept STARING at my chest Like actually staring Every time I moved he was looking And he was acting all tense and weird He lost every single game which NEVER happens

Soojin 11:50 p.m. Wait wait wait wtf ???

Hana 11:50 p.m. Hold on Are we talking about the same Jungkook who usually acts like he wants to fight you every time he sees you??

You 11:51 p.m. YES It was so weird Like he couldn’t even look at me properly But then he WOULDNT STOP looking at my boobs I had to keep pulling my hoodie up Jimin didn’t notice shit of course He was just happy we weren’t killing each other

Soojin 11:52 p.m. … Y/N Be honest Do you think he likes you or something??

You 11:53 p.m. WHAT NO He hates me I hate him We literally argue every single time we’re in the same room He calls me princess like it’s an insult

Hana 11:54 p.m. Mmmhmm And yet he was staring at your tits all night... Sounds like a man in denial to me 👀

You 11:55 p.m. Stoppppp I’m serious. It was… weird Like he knew something I didn’t

Soojin 11:56 p.m. Or maybe he finally realized you’re hot and doesn’t know how to act anymore 😂

Hana 11:56 p.m. Or he saw your OnlyFans and is having a full mental breakdown (jk jk… unless??)

You 11:57 p.m. HANA I will block you He doesn’t know about that Nobody knows except you two

Soojin 11:58 p.m. Okay but real talk You’re telling me Jungkook — the guy who roasts you every five seconds — was acting all awkward and staring at your body tonight? That’s not normal behavior Even for him

You 11:59 p.m. I know That’s why I’m texting you at midnight I can’t stop thinking about it It’s annoying

Hana 12:00 a.m. Maybe he’s just going through something Or maybe… He finally wants to fuck the attitude out of you 👀

You 12:01 a.m. I’m muting this chat Goodnight

Soojin 12:01 a.m. Love you toooo Update us if he acts weird again tomorrow 😉

Hana 12:02 a.m. We’re invested now Don’t leave us hanging

You were nervous again.

It had only been a few days since the last live, but your heart was still beating a little too fast as you adjusted the purple LED lights and fixed the black lace mask over your eyes and nose. The hoodie you were wearing was the same one from game night — the one Jungkook had kept staring at. You pushed the thought away.

Focus. It’s just another stream.

You hit “Go Live” at 11:40 p.m.

The viewer count climbed quickly. A few regulars were already in the chat, sending hearts and fire emojis the second you appeared.

“Hi everyone…” you said softly, voice still carrying that shy edge. “Sorry I’m a little late. I had a long day.”

You chatted for a while like usual — answering random questions, laughing at some of the comments, slowly relaxing as the tips started coming in. You were wearing a simple black tank top tonight, no bra underneath. The fabric was thin enough that your nipples were faintly visible if you moved a certain way.

After about fifteen minutes, someone in the chat typed:

tipking88: show us the piercing again please 🥺

You bit your lip, cheeks warming under the mask.

“…Okay,” you murmured. “Since you asked nicely.”

You slowly pulled the tank top up and over your head, leaving you topless on camera. The cool air hit your skin and your nipples hardened instantly. You cupped your breasts gently, then focused on the left one — rolling the silver barbell between your fingers like you had before.

A soft, involuntary sound left your throat.

The chat went crazy.

You were just about to say something when a familiar notification popped up.

fineline97 tipped $150 Message: missed you. you look so pretty tonight

Your eyes widened a little above the mask. It was the same guy who sent $200 last time. The one who only ever said sweet things. You felt your stomach flutter.

“Wow… fineline97 again,” you said, voice a little breathier than before. “Thank you so much… that’s really generous. You’re always so nice to me.”

You played with the piercing a little more, tugging gently, letting out another soft moan for the camera. The chat was moving too fast to keep up.

Another notification.

fineline97 tipped $100 Message: play with it more for me

You hesitated for half a second, then smiled shyly.

“…Okay. Just for you then.”

You spent the next ten minutes doing exactly that — teasing the pierced nipple, rolling it, pinching it lightly while the rest of the chat threw tips and compliments. Every time you moaned, you imagined it was for the mysterious fineline97. There was something about the way he tipped and the soft messages that made you feel… special. Wanted.

The chat was moving fast, full of compliments and tips.

Then one message caught your eye:

hornyboy88: show us more… please take off the shorts 🥵

You paused, fingers still resting on your piercing. Your heart started beating faster under your mask.

You’d never shown anything below the waist before. Not really. The idea made your stomach twist with nerves… but also with a strange little thrill.

You bit your lip, hesitating.

“…You really want to see?” you asked quietly, voice small and shy.

The chat flooded with yeses and begging emojis.

You took a shaky breath, then slowly hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your tiny black shorts. Your hands trembled a little as you pushed them down your thighs, leaving you in nothing but a simple black thong.

The second the cool air hit your skin, you felt your face burn under the mask.

You were still covered… but barely. The thin fabric of your panties did almost nothing to hide the shape of you, and you could already feel how wet you were getting from the attention.

You kept your thighs pressed together at first, too shy to spread them right away.

The chat went wild anyway.

You let out a nervous little laugh and slowly, very slowly, parted your legs just enough for the camera to see. Your hand hovered over your panties, not touching yet — just resting there.

“Is… is this okay?” you whispered, voice soft and clearly embarrassed. “I’m still a little shy about this part…”

Another big tip notification popped up almost immediately.

fineline97 tipped $180 Message: you’re doing amazing. so pretty like this

Your stomach flipped. It was the same guy again — the one who always sent big tips and said the sweetest things. You felt your cheeks heat up even more.

“Fineline97… thank you,” you mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re always so nice to me…”

You stayed like that for the rest of the stream — topless, in just your panties, legs slightly spread while you kept playing with your piercing. Every now and then you would lightly run your fingers over the fabric between your legs, teasing yourself (and the viewers) without actually taking anything off.

When the timer hit zero, you gave a small, shy wave to the camera.

“Thanks for being patient with me tonight… I think I got a little bolder than usual,” you said with a soft giggle. “See you next time~”

You ended the live.

The second the screen went black, you let out a long, shaky breath and pulled your knees up to your chest, still only wearing the thin panties. Your heart was racing.

Your phone buzzed with the earnings notification.

$510 in 30 minutes.

And $280 of it had come from fineline97 alone.

Jungkook, meanwhile, was already hard before the stream even started.

He was lying on his bed in complete darkness, only the glow of his phone lighting up his face. His sweats were pushed down just enough, one hand lazily stroking his cock as he waited for the notification.

The second you went live, his entire body tensed.

There you were.

Same black lace mask. Same shy little voice. Same purple lighting that made your skin look soft and sinful. You were wearing that black tank top — the thin one that did nothing to hide how hard your nipples already were.

Fuck… look at her.

He watched as you chatted with the viewers, answering questions in that soft, slightly nervous tone he now recognized instantly. Every time you laughed, his grip tightened around his cock.

After a few minutes, someone in the chat asked to see the piercing again.

Jungkook’s breath hitched as you bit your lip under the mask and slowly pulled the tank top over your head. Your tits came into view — full, perfect, and that silver barbell glinting on your left nipple like it was taunting him.

He stroked himself faster.

You cupped your breasts and started playing with the piercing, rolling it between your fingers. A soft, involuntary moan slipped out of you.

Jungkook groaned quietly, hips twitching up into his hand.

Then the notification appeared.

fineline97 tipped $150 Message: missed you. you look so pretty tonight

He watched your eyes widen above the mask. Watched the way your lips parted when you read his message.

“Wow… fineline97 again,” you said, voice breathier than before. “Thank you so much… that’s really generous. You’re always so nice to me.”

Nice? Jungkook let out a dark, breathless laugh. If only you knew.

You kept playing with the piercing, tugging on it gently, moaning softly for the camera. He tipped again without hesitation.

fineline97 tipped $100 Message: play with it more for me

You hesitated for half a second, then smiled shyly.

“…Okay. Just for you then.”

Jungkook’s hand moved faster as he watched you obey — teasing the pierced nipple exactly how he told you to. Every little sound you made went straight to his cock. He was completely addicted to this. To you.

Then another message popped up in the chat:

hornyboy88: show us more… please take off the shorts 🥵

Jungkook froze.

He watched the way your body tensed. The way your hand paused on your piercing. Even through the mask, he could tell you were nervous. Shy. The idea of showing more clearly made you anxious… but there was also that tiny spark of courage in your voice when you spoke.

“…You really want to see?” you asked quietly, voice small and hesitant.

The chat exploded with begging.

Jungkook’s heart was pounding as he watched you hook your thumbs into your shorts. Your hands were shaking slightly. You took a deep breath… then slowly pushed them down your thighs.

Holy fuck.

You were left in nothing but a tiny black thong. The thin fabric clung to you, already damp. He could see the outline of your pussy so clearly it made his mouth water.

You kept your thighs pressed together at first, clearly too shy to spread them. Jungkook stroked himself harder, breathing ragged.

Then, slowly, you parted your legs just enough.

His cock throbbed violently in his fist.

You looked so fucking embarrassed… but so pretty. So perfect. Your hand hovered nervously over your panties, not even touching yet.

“Is… is this okay?” you whispered, voice soft and clearly shy. “I’m still a little shy about this part…”

Jungkook lost it.

He tipped again, bigger this time.

fineline97 tipped $180 Message: you’re doing amazing. so pretty like this

On screen, you smiled — that small, genuine, shy smile — and thanked him in that soft voice that drove him insane.

“Fineline97… thank you. You’re always so nice to me…”

You have no idea how not nice I want to be to you right now, he thought, stroking himself faster as you stayed exactly like that — topless, in just your panties, legs slightly spread while you kept playing with your tits. Every now and then your fingers would lightly trace over the fabric between your legs, teasing both him and the rest of the chat.

Jungkook came hard, sudden and intense, biting down on his own fist to stay quiet as ropes of cum spilled over his stomach. His vision blurred for a second, but he kept his eyes on the screen, watching you until the very end.

When you finally waved goodbye with that soft little giggle and ended the stream, Jungkook was still breathing heavily, chest covered in his own release.

He stared at the black screen for a long moment, heart racing.

Then he opened the chat and typed one last message before you could fully log off.

fineline97: you were perfect tonight. can’t stop thinking about you.

The Next Day, Jungkook showed up at the small café near Taehyung’s studio looking like he hadn’t slept at all.

Dark circles under his eyes, hair messy, black hoodie thrown on over a white tank top. He slid into the booth across from his best friend and immediately dropped his head into his hands.

Taehyung took one look at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Damn. You look like shit.”

“I feel like shit,” Jungkook muttered, voice rough. He lifted his head and stared at the table. “I watched another one last night.”

Taehyung didn’t even have to ask what “another one” meant. He already knew.

“…The sister again?”

Jungkook nodded slowly.

“She went further this time,” he said quietly. "First time she’s shown anything below the waist. She was so fucking shy about it, Tae.”

Taehyung let out a low whistle and leaned back in his seat.

“Jesus Christ, Kook.”

“I tipped her again,” Jungkook continued, running a hand through his hair. “$180 this time. Told her she looked pretty. She smiled. Thanked me in that soft little voice like I was some nice guy and not the asshole who argues with her every time we’re in the same room.”

He laughed, but there was no humor in it.

Taehyung studied him for a long moment, then sighed.

“Bro… you’re in deep. Like, actually deep. This isn’t just ‘oh she’s hot on camera’ anymore. You’re obsessed.”

He was about to say more when his phone vibrated on the table.

OnlyFans Notification maskedmoan just posted a new photo.

Jungkook’s heart immediately jumped. He unlocked his phone without thinking.

The photo loaded.

It was you — lying on your bed in the same black thong from last night, wearing a cropped black hoodie that was unzipped just enough to show the underside of your breasts and the silver barbell piercing glinting under the light. One hand was resting teasingly on your stomach, the other holding your phone to take the mirror selfie. The mask was on, lips slightly parted, looking soft and shy but undeniably sexy.

Caption: “Feeling a little brave tonight… live soon 💕 who’s coming to watch?”

Jungkook’s cock twitched instantly in his jeans. He stared at the photo for a few seconds too long, thumb hovering over the screen like he wanted to zoom in.

Taehyung noticed.

“…What the fuck are you looking at like that?”

Jungkook quickly locked his phone and shoved it face-down on the table, but the damage was already done. His ears were slightly red.

“She just posted a teaser photo,” he admitted quietly.

Taehyung raised both eyebrows.

“Jesus. You can't go to this party at Yoongi tonight, you're going to lose your mind.”

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, clearly stressed.

“I can’t cancel. I told Yoongi that I would come. And I… I want to see her. I can't stop thinking about her.”

Taehyung shook his head, half amused, half concerned.

“Are you actually hearing yourself right now? You just watched her take her shorts off on camera last night. You tipped her almost two hundred dollars while she was in nothing but panties. And now you’re gonna go stand in the same room as her, with alcohol, dim lights, and her probably looking hot as fuck? You’re setting yourself up for disaster.”

Taehyung leaned forward, lowering his voice.

“Kook, listen to me. You’re already in way too deep. You’re getting live notifications while we’re sitting here talking about how obsessed you are with your best friend’s sister. This is insane. If you go to that party tonight, you’re gonna slip up. I can feel it.”

Jungkook didn’t argue. He just nodded slowly, but the look in his eyes said he had already made up his mind.

Taehyung sighed and leaned back.

“Fine. Go. But at least try not to stare at her like a creep. And for the love of God, don’t drink too much and say something stupid. If Jimin finds out what you’ve been doing…”

“I know,” Jungkook muttered. “I know.”

Taehyung shook his head, but there was a hint of concern behind the teasing.

Jungkook stayed quiet for a second, then looked up at his best friend with a slightly desperate expression.

“…Come with me.”

Taehyung blinked.

“What?”

“To the party,” Jungkook said. “Come with me tonight. Please.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, surprised.

“You want me to be your babysitter?”

“Basically,” Jungkook admitted, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t trust myself right now. If I go alone, I’m gonna end up staring at her the whole night like a fucking creep. Or worse — say something stupid. Having you there might actually keep me in check.”

Taehyung stared at him for a moment, then let out a short laugh.

“You’re really that gone, huh?”

Jungkook didn’t even try to deny it. He just looked at Taehyung with tired, pleading eyes.

Taehyung sighed, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Fine. I’ll come. But only because I don’t trust you not to ruin your life tonight. And if you start acting weird around her, I’m dragging your ass out of there.”

Jungkook let out a relieved breath.

“Thanks, man.”

Taehyung pointed a finger at him.

“I’m serious though. No staring. No weird comments. And if I catch you checking her out too obviously, I’m telling Jimin you have a crush on his sister just to watch the chaos.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile on his face.

“Deal.”

You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cropped black hoodie you’d picked for tonight. It was zipped down just enough to show a teasing hint of cleavage and the delicate chain necklace resting against your skin. You paired it with a high-waisted black mini skirt — short enough to look cute and a little sexy, but not too much. You knew Jimin would be at the party, so you kept it chill. Nothing too revealing. Just enough to feel good about yourself.

Soojin was lying on your bed scrolling through her phone, while Hana sat on the floor finishing her makeup.

“You look hot,” Hana said, glancing up at you. “Like… sexy but not ‘I’m trying too hard’ hot. Perfect for a party with your brother there.”

You smiled, turning slightly to check the outfit from the back.

“Thanks. I didn’t want to go too crazy since Jimin’s gonna be there. But after last night’s live… I kinda felt like dressing up a little.”

Soojin sat up and grinned.

Hana stood up and came over to fix the zipper of your hoodie, pulling it down just a tiny bit more.

“Good. You should feel good. And if Jungkook starts staring at you again tonight like last time, just own it. Maybe he’ll finally admit he’s into you.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the small flutter in your stomach.

“He’s not into me. He just acts weird sometimes. Probably because he’s annoying.”

Soojin snorted.

“Or because he’s been secretly obsessed with you this whole time and doesn’t know how to handle it.”

You shook your head and grabbed your phone, checking the time.

10:51 p.m.

The party was already starting.

You took one last look in the mirror. The outfit was cute, a little sexy, but still appropriate enough that Jimin wouldn’t say anything. You felt good. Confident. A tiny bit bold.

“Alright,” you said, grabbing your bag. “Let’s go before I change my mind about this skirt.”

Hana smirked.

“Too late. You look hot. Own it.”

You smiled at your reflection one more time, then headed out with your two best friends.

Yoongi’s house was massive — the kind of huge, modern American-style mansion you only saw in movies. High ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, a giant open living room with three massive sectionals, colorful LED lights pulsing to the music, and at least fifty people already scattered around with drinks in their hands.

You arrived with Soojin and Hana, the three of you walking through the front door together. The bass from the music vibrated through the floor as you stepped inside.

“Damn,” Hana whispered, eyes wide. “Yoongi really went all out.”

“Right?” Soojin added, already scanning the room. “This place is insane.”

You were about to reply when your eyes landed on the huge sectional couches in the middle of the living room.

There they were.

Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung were sitting together, drinks in hand, laughing about something. Jimin spotted you first and immediately grinned, waving you over.

“Y/N! You made it!”

You smiled and walked toward them with your friends. As you got closer, Jungkook’s eyes lifted and landed on you.

For a split second, his gaze dropped — just for a second — to the cropped black hoodie and the short skirt you were wearing. His jaw tightened slightly before he quickly looked back up at your face, trying to act casual.

Taehyung, sitting right next to him, subtly elbowed Jungkook in the ribs without anyone noticing.

“Hey guys,” you said, stopping in front of the couch. “This place is crazy.”

Jimin stood up and gave you a quick side hug.

“Told you Yoongi knows how to throw a party. You look good, by the way. Not too crazy though, right?” he added with a teasing grin, clearly relieved you weren’t dressed too revealingly.

Soojin and Hana greeted everyone too, and for a minute there was light small talk. But you could feel Jungkook’s eyes on you more than once — not in an obvious way, but enough that you noticed. Every time you caught him looking, he quickly glanced away.

Taehyung, on the other hand, kept throwing subtle warning looks at Jungkook every few seconds.

After a couple of minutes, Hana tugged on your arm.

“Alright, we’re gonna go get drinks. Catch you guys later!”

You waved at Jimin and followed your friends toward the kitchen, feeling Jungkook’s gaze on your back as you walked away.

Jungkook was suffering.

He was trying so hard to follow Taehyung’s rules. No staring. No weird comments. Act normal.

But fuck, it was impossible.

You looked too good tonight. That cropped hoodie, the way it showed just enough skin every time you raised your arms while dancing, the short skirt that hugged your hips… and all he could think about was the black thong you were probably wearing underneath.

His grip tightened around his glass.

Taehyung leaned in close and muttered under his breath:

“Bro. You’re staring again. Stop it before Jimin notices.”

“I’m not staring,” Jungkook muttered back, even though he clearly was.

“You literally just watched her spin around like a creep. Pull yourself together.”

Jungkook exhaled sharply and forced his eyes back to his drink. But two seconds later, they drifted right back to you.

You were laughing at something Hana said, head tilted back, hips moving to the music. The hoodie slipped off one shoulder for a second, and Jungkook’s cock twitched in his jeans.

Fuck. I’m so fucked.

Taehyung glanced at him sideways, already knowing exactly what was going through his head.

Jungkook ran a hand down his face and exhaled hard. He couldn’t keep sitting there. Every time you moved, every time that hoodie slipped off your shoulder or your skirt rode up even a little, his self-control cracked a bit more.

He turned to Taehyung and muttered under his breath:

“Let’s go get another drink. Now. Before I actually lose my mind.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. He could see how tense Jungkook was.

“Yeah, alright. Come on.”

Jungkook and Taehyung reached the massive kitchen island. The music was still loud from the living room, but it felt quieter here. Jungkook grabbed two beers from the cooler and handed one to Taehyung. They both leaned against the counter.

Jungkook took a long sip, then exhaled sharply.

“I’m losing it, man,” he muttered, staring at the bottle. “Every time she moves out there… that hoodie, that skirt… I keep thinking about last night’s live. About the panties. About the piercing. It’s driving me fucking crazy.”

Taehyung took a sip of his own beer and gave him a side glance.

“I told you this would happen. That’s why I came with you tonight. To stop you from doing something stupid.”

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.

“I know. I’m trying. But she looks so good. It’s not fair. I’m sitting there watching her dance and all I can think about is—”

He stopped himself and shook his head.

“Never mind. I sound like a fucking creep.”

Taehyung sighed and leaned his elbows on the counter.

“You are being a creep right now. But at least you’re aware of it. Just stay here with me for a while. Drink. Breathe. Don’t go back out there until you calm the fuck down.”

Jungkook nodded and took another long sip, trying to force himself to relax.

They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, talking quietly about random shit to distract Jungkook, when footsteps approached from the hallway.

Both of them looked up.

You walked into the kitchen, looking around for a second before spotting Jungkook and Taehyung leaning against the island. You headed straight toward them.

“Hey,” you said casually, grabbing a bottle of water from the counter. “You guys hiding in here or what?”

Jungkook’s grip tightened slightly around his beer the second he saw you up close. The cropped hoodie, the short skirt, the way your hair was a little messy from dancing… He quickly looked down at his drink.

Taehyung was the first to answer, keeping his tone light.

“Just getting drinks. Where’d your friends go?”

You sighed and leaned against the counter across from them.

“Soojin disappeared with Yoongi like twenty minutes ago. Pretty sure they’re hooking up somewhere upstairs. And Hana… I have no idea where she went. She said she was going to the bathroom and never came back.”

You took a sip of water and glanced between the two of them.

“So now I’m third-wheeling myself. Great.”

Jungkook stayed quiet, but you could feel his eyes on you every few seconds — not in an obvious way, but enough that you noticed. There was something different in the way he was looking at you tonight. Heavier. More intense.

Taehyung cleared his throat and tried to keep the conversation going.

“You having fun though?”

You nodded, playing with the cap of your water bottle.

“Yeah… it’s a good party. Big house, good music. I just didn’t expect to end up alone so fast.”

There was a short silence.

Then Jungkook finally spoke, voice a little lower than usual.

“You’re not alone. We’re here.”

You looked at him, surprised by the softness in his tone. For once, there was no teasing or sarcasm.

You gave him a small smile.

“Thanks, Jungkook.”

He didn’t say anything else, but the way he was looking at you made your stomach flutter a little.

Taehyung suddenly clapped his hands together.

“Alright, I’m gonna go check on Jimin before he starts doing shots with strangers. You two behave.”

He gave Jungkook one last pointed look before walking out of the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone.

You took another sip of your water and glanced at him. He was leaning against the counter, beer in hand, looking at you like he was trying very hard not to stare too much.

You raised an eyebrow.

“What? You’re being weird again.”

Jungkook let out a small scoff, but there was a tiny smirk on his lips.

“I’m not being weird. You’re the one who showed up alone looking for your friends like a lost puppy.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your mouth.

“Excuse me? At least I have friends to lose. Unlike you, who just sits on the couch staring at people all night.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.

“I wasn’t staring.”

“You were,” you shot back, leaning against the counter across from him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice. Every time I looked over, you were looking at me like I had something on my face.”

He took a slow sip of his beer, eyes never leaving yours.

“Maybe I just like looking at you when you’re not yelling at me for once.”

Your cheeks warmed a little, but you kept your tone light and teasing.

“Wow. That was almost nice. Are you feeling okay?”

Jungkook smirked.

“Don’t get used to it, princess. I’m still the same annoying asshole you hate.”

You laughed softly and shook your head.

Then you heard loud voices and laughter coming from the hallway.

Jimin and Taehyung walked into the kitchen, both already a little tipsy, carrying a bottle of tequila and shot glasses.

“THERE you guys are!” Jimin grinned, clearly drunker than before. “We’re doing shots! Come on, no excuses!”

Taehyung placed the bottle on the counter and smirked at Jungkook.

“Yeah, come on. You two were getting way too cozy in here anyway.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.

“Fine. But I’m not doing more than two. I still have to get home later.”

Jimin poured four shots and handed them out, already hyped.

“Alright! First round. Let’s go!”

The first round went down easy.

“Wooo!” Jimin cheered after everyone slammed their shot glasses on the counter. “Another one!”

Taehyung was already pouring the next round while Jungkook stood next to you, quiet but watching you from the corner of his eye.

You weren’t planning on getting drunk… but after the third shot, you were already feeling warm and giggly. By the fourth, everything felt a little softer around the edges.

“Okay, okay, last one,” you laughed, waving your hand as Jimin tried to pour you another. “I’m already feeling it.”

“You’re such a lightweight,” Jimin teased, but he didn’t push.

You rolled your eyes and turned slightly — and that’s when you realized how close you were standing to Jungkook.

Like… really close.

Your shoulder was almost touching his arm, and without even thinking, you leaned against the counter right next to him, your arm brushing his every time you moved. The alcohol made everything feel warmer, and for some reason, being near him felt nice. Comfortable.

You didn’t even notice you were doing it.

Jungkook did.

His entire body went rigid the second you leaned closer. Your bare arm kept brushing against his, and every time you laughed at something Jimin said, you tilted your head and your hair would lightly touch his shoulder.

He swallowed hard.

Taehyung noticed immediately and shot Jungkook a warning look, but Jungkook was too busy trying not to react to how close you were.

You, completely unaware, turned to him with a soft, tipsy smile.

“You’re being quiet tonight,” you said, voice a little slurred. “That’s new. Usually you’re busy annoying me.”

Jungkook glanced down at you. Your eyes were a little glassy, cheeks flushed from the alcohol, and you were standing so close he could smell your perfume.

“I’m just… letting you have fun,” he muttered.

You giggled — actually giggled — and without thinking, you reached out and lightly grabbed his forearm to steady yourself as you shifted your weight.

“See? You can be nice sometimes.”

After a few more minutes in the kitchen, Jimin suddenly clapped his hands.

“Alright! We’re going outside to play a game. Never Have I Ever — loser drinks!”

Everyone agreed (mostly because they were already tipsy), and the group moved to Yoongi’s huge backyard. The patio was massive, with string lights, a big fire pit, and comfortable outdoor couches arranged in a circle.

You were definitely feeling the shots now. Your head felt light, your body warm, and without even realizing it, you stayed close to Jungkook as everyone sat down. Your arm kept brushing against his, and at one point you even leaned slightly against his side without noticing.

Jungkook was trying very hard to stay calm.

Soojin finally reappeared with Yoongi — both of them looking very obviously freshly fucked. Her hair was messy, Yoongi’s shirt was wrinkled, and they both had that flushed, satisfied look. Hana showed up right after them, also looking a little disheveled but with a smug smile.

“Finally!” Jimin laughed. “Where the hell were you two?”

Soojin just smirked and sat down next to you, while Yoongi dropped into a chair with a satisfied sigh.

“Mind your business,” he said, pouring everyone new shots.

The game started.

The first few questions were light and funny.

“Never have I ever gotten a tattoo I immediately regretted,” Taehyung started.

Jungkook and Yoongi both drank. Everyone laughed when Jungkook muttered something about a drunk decision at 3 a.m.

Then Soojin took over, smirking as she looked around the circle.

“Never have I ever sent nudes to someone.”

Almost everyone drank — except Jimin and Taehyung, who dramatically pretended to be saints while the rest of you howled with laughter.

"The question was send, I can say I received plenty !"

The questions started flowing more naturally after that, the group getting louder and more unhinged with every round.

“Never have I ever hooked up in a car,” Hana said.

You and Jungkook both drank at the same time. Your eyes met for a second and you burst out laughing, leaning more into his side without thinking. Jungkook’s body tensed, but he didn’t move away. If anything, he shifted slightly so you could rest more comfortably against him.

“Never have I ever had a crush on someone in this circle,” Jimin added with a mischievous grin.

You took a sip without hesitation, giggling. To your surprise, Jungkook also drank. So did Taehyung and Hana. The circle erupted into teasing and “ooooh” sounds.

Soojin moved on. “Okay, never have I ever hooked up with someone while their sibling was in the next room.”

Yoongi and Soojin both drank immediately, and the entire circle lost it.

“Disgusting!” Hana yelled, throwing a cushion at them while laughing. “You two are actually animals.”

Yoongi just smirked and pulled Soojin closer, clearly proud of himself.

At one point, Jimin asked, “Never have I ever faked an orgasm?”

You and Hana both drank, which led to another round of loud laughter and teasing. You were giggling so hard you had to grab Jungkook’s arm to steady yourself, your body shaking against his.

“Stop laughing so much, you’re gonna make me spill my drink,” Jungkook muttered, but there was no real annoyance in his voice

You looked up at him with a drunk, teasing smile, still holding onto his arm.

“Oh? Is the big bad Jungkook scared of a little spilled beer? That’s cute.”

He raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

“Cute? Careful, princess. Keep talking shit and I might actually spill this drink on you.”

You gasped dramatically, still giggling as you lightly shoved his shoulder (though you didn’t let go of his arm).

“You wouldn’t dare. You’re all talk.”

Jungkook leaned in just a little closer, his voice dropping low enough that only you could hear.

“Try me.”

The way he said it sent a warm shiver down your spine. Your faces were closer than they should’ve been, your hand still gripping his arm, your thigh pressed against his. For a moment, the loud laughter and teasing around you faded into background noise.

You swallowed, your drunk brain struggling to come up with a comeback.

“…You’re annoying,” you finally muttered, but there was no bite to it. If anything, you were smiling.

Jungkook’s smirk widened.

“And you’re drunk. Dangerous combination.”

Before you could reply, Soojin clapped her hands loudly, breaking the moment.

“Alright, alright! Enough flirting, you two. Next question!”

You quickly pulled back a little (though you didn’t remove your hand from Jungkook’s arm), cheeks warm as the game continued.

The more shots you took, the tipsier you became. Everything felt softer, warmer, and funnier. Your head was fuzzy in the best way, and you kept giggling at nothing. At some point you had fully leaned back against Jungkook’s side, your body relaxed against his like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And the more you looked at him… the more you realized something.

Fuck… Jungkook is really hot.

You had always known he was attractive — the tattoos, the piercings, the sharp jawline, the way his black hair fell into his eyes — but tonight, with the alcohol buzzing through your veins and him sitting so close, it hit you differently. He looked unfairly good in that black t-shirt, his arm muscles flexing every time he moved, his lips wrapped around the rim of his beer bottle in a way that made your stomach flip.

You caught yourself staring at his mouth for a second too long and quickly looked away, cheeks burning.

But it was too late.

The second your eyes landed on Jungkook’s lips — soft, slightly wet from his beer, the little silver piercing on his lower lip catching the light — a very dirty thought flashed through your drunk mind:

Fuck… I bet his mouth would feel so good between my legs.

The image hit you hard — Jungkook on his knees, his tongue teasing your piercing, his hands gripping your thighs while he looked up at you with those dark eyes. Your stomach clenched and your thighs pressed together on instinct.

Your face went bright red.

You quickly looked down at your drink, trying to play it cool, but your body had other plans. The alcohol made everything worse — your skin felt hot, your heart was racing, and you were suddenly very aware of how close Jungkook was sitting next to you.

Unfortunately for you, you weren’t as subtle as you thought.

Hana and Soojin spotted it instantly.

“Oh my god…” Hana gasped, eyes widening with pure delight. “Did you just—”

Soojin’s jaw dropped before she burst out laughing.

“Y/N! Your face! You’re literally blushing like crazy right now!”

The entire circle turned to look at you.

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

“Shut up,” you muttered, hiding your face in your hands even though you were still smiling like an idiot. Your cheeks were on fire. “It’s the alcohol, okay? Leave me alone.”

Hana was cackling, pointing at you.

“Oh no no no, that was not an alcohol blush. That was a full-on dirty thought blush! What the hell were you thinking about?!”

Soojin leaned forward, grinning like the devil.

“Girl, your face turned tomato red in two seconds. You definitely just imagined something nasty. Spill!”

“I hate both of you,” you groaned, still hiding behind your hands while everyone laughed. “It’s nothing! Just drop it!”

But they kept teasing you relentlessly, making kissy faces and dramatic moaning sounds while you tried (and failed) to defend yourself.

Meanwhile, Jimin was completely out of it.

He had passed out on the big outdoor couch about ten minutes ago, head tilted back, mouth slightly open, completely dead to the world. Taehyung had even thrown a blanket over him at some point. He didn’t react at all to the chaos happening around him.

Jungkook, sitting right next to you, didn’t say a word during the teasing.

But you could feel his eyes on you the entire time.

And when you finally peeked through your fingers, he was looking at you with a small, knowing smirk — like he had a pretty good idea exactly what kind of thought had just gone through your head.

Your stomach flipped.

He leaned in closer to you. His voice was low, teasing, and way too cocky when he spoke right next to your ear:

“Were you thinking about me or am I dreaming, princess?”

Your heart stopped.

You slowly turned your head to look at him, eyes wide, face still burning. He was smirking — that annoying, arrogant, ridiculously hot smirk — clearly enjoying every second of your embarrassment.

You opened your mouth, then closed it, completely lost for words.

“I— Shut up,” you finally managed to say, voice weaker than you wanted it to be. You lightly shoved his arm, but there was no real force behind it. “You’re so annoying.”

Jungkook’s smirk only grew. He leaned back slightly, but his eyes stayed on you, dark and amused.

“Mm. That’s not a no.”

The game eventually died down on its own. Everyone was too drunk and tired to keep going, and the energy had shifted from chaotic to sleepy. People started getting up, stretching, and talking about heading home.

You tried to stand up, but the second you got on your feet, the world tilted dangerously. The alcohol hit you all at once — your head was spinning, your legs felt like jelly, and everything was blurry.

You took two steps toward the house and nearly tripped over your own feet. You stumbled forward, arms flailing, and for a terrifying second you thought you were about to fall straight into the pool.

“Shit—!”

Before you could hit the water, a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against a solid chest.

“Easy,” Jungkook’s voice murmured right next to your ear, low and steady. “I got you.”

You blinked up at him, your hands instinctively gripping his shirt. He was looking down at you with a mix of amusement and concern, one arm still securely around your waist to keep you upright.

“‘M fine,” you slurred, even though you clearly weren’t. Your head was resting against his chest now, and you made no move to pull away.

Hana and Soojin were watching with knowing smiles, clearly entertained.

“Yeah… you’re definitely not fine,” Hana laughed. “You almost swan-dived into the pool, babe.”

Jungkook glanced over at Jimin, who was still completely passed out on the couch, mouth open, dead to the world.

He sighed, then looked back at you.

“I’m taking you both home,” he said firmly. “You’re way too drunk to walk straight, and Jimin’s not waking up anytime soon.”

You tried to protest, but it came out weak and mumbled.

“Don’t wanna… ruin your night…”

Jungkook’s grip on your waist tightened slightly as he started guiding you toward the house, half-carrying you.

“Too late for that, princess. Come on.”

Taehyung appeared beside you two, helping lift Jimin off the couch with a grunt.

“I’ll help get him to the car,” he said to Jungkook. “You handle her before she actually falls into something.”

Jungkook nodded, then looked down at you again. You were still leaning heavily into him, your cheek pressed against his shoulder, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“You good?” he asked quietly, his voice softer now that it was just the two of you walking.

You hummed, too drunk to form proper sentences.

“Mm… you smell nice…”

Jungkook let out a small, amused breath, but didn’t reply. He just kept his arm firmly around you as he walked you out of the backyard and toward his car.

Jungkook helped you into the backseat of his car while Taehyung struggled with Jimin in the front. You were giggling the entire time, your limbs loose and uncoordinated from how drunk you were.

As soon as Jungkook closed the door and got into the driver’s seat, you immediately leaned forward between the two front seats, resting your chin on the center console.

“Kookieee…” you slurred, reaching out to poke his shoulder. “You’re driving me home? That’s so nice of you…”

Jungkook glanced at you through the rearview mirror, a small smirk on his lips.

“Someone has to make sure you don’t drown in a pool or walk into traffic.”

You pouted dramatically and flopped back against the seat, but not before grabbing onto his armrest and pulling yourself forward again so you were half-leaning between the seats.

“You’re so mean to me all the time,” you mumbled, resting your cheek against the back of his seat. “But tonight you’re being nice… I like it.”

Jimin was passed out in the passenger seat, head tilted against the window, completely dead to the world. You didn’t even glance at him — your drunk attention was entirely on Jungkook.

You reached out and lightly played with the sleeve of his t-shirt, your fingers tracing the fabric absentmindedly.

“Your arms are so big,” you said randomly, squeezing his bicep with a giggle. “No wonder you always win when we fight.”

Jungkook let out a quiet laugh, trying (and failing) to focus on the road.

“You’re really fucking drunk, you know that?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, not denying it. You were now fully leaning forward, your chest pressed against the back of his seat, your face close to his shoulder. “But you smell really good. Like… really good. What cologne is that?”

“Jesus Christ,” Jungkook muttered under his breath, but there was no real annoyance in his voice. If anything, he sounded amused… and a little strained.

You stayed like that for most of the ride — half-draped over the center console, talking nonsense, occasionally poking his arm or playing with the chain around his neck. Every time the car turned, you swayed and had to grab onto him to stay upright.

By the time Jungkook pulled up in front of your apartment building, you were even more gone than before.

You didn’t even wait for him to open the door properly. The moment he tried to guide you toward the building, you wrapped both arms around his waist from behind and pressed your face into his back.

“Don’t go…” you mumbled against his shirt. “Stay with me.”

Jungkook let out a quiet sigh, gently trying to pry your arms off him.

“I can’t stay, Y/N. You’re drunk. You need to sleep.”

You immediately started whining, your voice high and dramatic as you tightened your grip on him.

“Nooo… don’t leave me. I don’t wanna be alone. Jimin’s gonna be passed out anyway…” You looked up at him with big, glassy eyes, pouting hard. “Pleaseee? Just for a little bit?”

Jungkook ran a hand down his face, clearly struggling. He knew he shouldn’t stay. He knew it was a bad idea. But the way you were looking at him, all soft and needy and drunk, was making it very hard to say no.

“Y/N…” he started, trying to sound firm. “I’ll help you inside, make sure you’re okay, and then I’ll go. Alright?”

You didn’t like that answer one bit.

Your bottom lip wobbled dramatically as you grabbed onto his shirt with both hands, pulling him closer.

“Please don’t leave…” you whined, voice getting higher. “I want you to stay here…”

Jungkook closed his eyes for a second, exhaling slowly like he was praying for strength.

You kept tugging on his shirt, refusing to let go, your drunk brain fully convinced that if you just whined enough, he would stay.

“Pleaseee, Kookie… I’ll be good, I promise. Just stayyy.”

He looked down at you — at your flushed cheeks, messy hair, and the way you were clinging to him like your life depended on it — and knew he was losing this battle.

Finally, he sighed in defeat.

“Fine,” he muttered. “I’ll stay. But I’m sleeping in the guest room. Got it?”

Your face immediately lit up, a bright, drunk smile spreading across your lips as you hugged him tighter.

“Yayyy! Thank youuu~”

Jungkook shook his head, but there was a small, helpless smile on his face as he gently guided you toward the elevator, one arm securely around your waist.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” he mumbled under his breath.

Jungkook carried you into your room and gently laid you down on your bed. You immediately tried to pull him down with you, but he carefully untangled your arms and stepped back.

“Alright, you’re home safe,” he said quietly, standing at the edge of your bed. “If you feel sick or you need anything, just come get me in the guest room, okay? I’ll leave the door open.”

You pouted up at him, still very drunk and clingy.

“Stayyy…”

Jungkook gave you a small, tired smile and shook his head.

“Goodnight, princess.”

He turned off your bedside lamp, left the room, and quietly closed the door behind him.

The second he was gone, the apartment fell into silence.

You lay there in the dark for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling. Your head was spinning, but that wasn’t the only thing bothering you. Your body felt hot. Restless. The alcohol had made everything more intense — the way Jungkook smelled, the way he looked at you tonight, the way his arm felt around your waist, his voice in your ear…

You pressed your thighs together and let out a frustrated little whimper.

Fuck… I’m so horny.

You tried to ignore it. You really did. But the more you thought about Jungkook’s lips, his hands, his stupid smirk, the worse it got. Your panties were already damp, and every time you shifted, the friction made you bite your lip.

After ten minutes of tossing and turning, you gave up.

You grabbed your phone, opened OnlyFans, and went straight to your private live section. Since you only had about 10 subscribers (most of them were just there for the occasional content), you decided to go live privately — only they could see it. No one else. Not even the people who usually watched your public streams.

You quickly set up your phone on the little tripod at the foot of your bed, turned on the purple LED lights, and put your black lace mask on. You were still wearing the cropped hoodie and short skirt from the party, but you didn’t bother changing.

You hit “Go Live” and the notification went out to your small group of subscribers.

A few of them joined almost immediately.

You sat on the edge of your bed, legs slightly spread, and spoke in a soft, slightly breathy voice:

“Hi… sorry for the late live. I’ve been thinking about someone all night and it’s driving me crazy.”

You slowly pulled the cropped hoodie up and over your head, leaving you in just your bra and skirt. Your nipples were already hard, pressing against the thin fabric.

One of your subscribers immediately started tipping.

You smiled shyly under the mask and reached behind you to unclip your bra, letting it fall.

“I was at a party tonight,” you continued, voice low and a little shy. “There was this guy I know… annoying as fuck. Always arguing with me. But tonight he looked at me like he wanted to ruin me. And now I can’t stop thinking about his mouth. His hands. How good he’d feel between my legs.”

Your hand slowly trailed down your stomach and slipped under your skirt. You weren’t wearing panties underneath — you had taken them off earlier in the night because they were too uncomfortable. Your fingers brushed over your already wet pussy and you let out a soft moan.

“Fuck… I’m so wet already just thinking about him.

You leaned back on one hand, legs spreading wider as you started slowly circling your clit with two fingers, putting on a show for your small, private audience.

Jungkook was lying in the guest room, staring at the ceiling, cock already half-hard just from the memory of you clinging to him in the car and then in your room.

He couldn’t sleep.

Every time he closed his eyes he saw you — drunk, flushed, looking up at him with those big glassy eyes while you whined for him to stay. The way your short skirt rode up when you stumbled. The way you smelled. The way you kept touching him like you didn’t even realize you were doing it.

He groaned and grabbed his phone, and saw a notification : maskedmoan is live (Private – 8 viewers)

His stomach dropped.

He clicked without thinking.

The screen loaded.

And there you were.

Lying on your bed in the exact same room he had just left you in, legs spread, fingers deep in your pussy, moaning softly while you played with your pierced nipple.

Jungkook’s cock went rock hard instantly.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispered, staring at the screen like he’d been punched in the gut.

You had no idea he was watching.

You had no idea that the guy you were talking about — the “annoying asshole” from the party — was currently in the guest room with his hand wrapped around his cock, watching you finger yourself on a private live meant for only ten people.

Then you said it again, voice soft and breathy:

“I hate how hot he is. It’s not fair.”

Jungkook let out a low, broken groan and stroked himself faster.

You were talking about him.

You were so horny because of him.

He tipped immediately, heart pounding.

fineline97 tipped $150 Message: keep talking about him baby… tell me what you want him to do to you

On screen, your eyes widened a little above the mask when you saw the notification. You let out a soft, flustered laugh and spread your legs wider, adding a third finger.

“Mmm… he’s so annoying. Always calling me princess. Always looking at me like he wants to fuck me stupid. I bet he’d be mean about it too. Probably make me beg for it.”

Jungkook’s hand moved faster, breathing ragged.

You moaned louder, hips rolling up to meet your fingers.

“I want his mouth on my pussy so bad. I want him to hold me down and eat me until I’m crying. I want him to fuck me so deep I forget my own name. I hate him… but fuck, I want him so bad it hurts.”

Jungkook let out a low, broken groan and had to squeeze the base of his cock to stop himself from coming right then and there.

She’s talking about me. She’s fucking talking about me.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

The teasing at the party. The way you clung to him in the car. The way you looked at him with those drunk, glassy eyes when he carried you to bed. And now this — you, live on camera, touching yourself while describing exactly what you wanted him to do to you.

He was done pretending.

Jungkook stood up so fast the bed creaked. He shoved his cock back into his boxers and pants, grabbed his phone, and stormed out of the guest room.

His heart was hammering. His hands were shaking. But he knew exactly what he was going to do.

He was going to walk into your room, tell you he was fineline97, and then he was going to give you exactly what you’d been begging for on that live, if you let him.

You were right on the edge, two fingers deep, thumb rubbing your clit in tight, desperate circles, when you heard it.

Knock knock.

Your eyes snapped open.

Knock knock knock.

Someone was at your door.

Panic shot through you like ice water. You were live. On camera. Legs spread, fingers in your pussy, talking about Jungkook like a desperate slut.

“Shit— shit shit shit—”

You yanked your hand out from under your skirt so fast you almost fell off the bed. With trembling fingers you grabbed your phone and slammed the “End Live” button so hard the screen almost cracked.

The purple lights were still on. Your bra was on the floor. Your nipples were hard and your pussy was throbbing, soaked, empty.

Another knock, louder this time.

“Y/N?”

Jungkook’s voice.

Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.

You scrambled to pull the cropped hoodie back over your head, not even bothering with the bra. Your hands were shaking so badly you could barely get your arms through the sleeves. You kicked your discarded panties under the bed and tried to fix your hair, heart pounding so hard you thought you might actually pass out.

“Coming!” you called, voice way too high and shaky.

You took one last frantic look around the room — phone face-down on the nightstand, lights still purple, the air still thick with the scent of your arousal — and opened the door.

Jungkook was standing there.

Shirtless. Grey sweats hanging low on his hips. Hair messy. Eyes dark. And he was staring at you like he already knew exactly what you’d been doing two minutes ago.

You swallowed hard, trying to look normal. Failing miserably.

“Hey… um. What’s up? Did you need something?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he stepped inside your room without asking, closed the door behind him, and locked it.

The click of the lock made your stomach flip.

Jungkook turned to face you, leaning back against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze dragged slowly down your body — the oversized hoodie that barely covered your thighs, your bare legs, the way you were still breathing too fast.

Then he spoke, voice low and rough.

“Were you just live on OnlyFans talking about how badly you want me to eat your pussy until you cry?”

Your entire body went cold.

Then hot.

Then cold again.

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

“I— what? I don’t— I wasn’t—”

Jungkook pushed off the door and took one slow step toward you.

“Don’t lie to me, princess.” His voice was calm. Too calm. “I was watching. Every second of it.”

Your back hit the wall before you even realized you’d been moving backward. Jungkook followed, stopping just close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his bare chest.

“You said you hated me but wanted me to fuck you so deep you forgot your own name. You said you wanted my mouth on your pussy while you played with that pretty little piercing I didn’t even know you had.”

Your face was on fire. Your thighs were pressed so tightly together you were shaking.

“You…” Your voice cracked. “You watched me? All this time?”

Jungkook’s head tilted slightly, like he was trying to read your face, he saw how pale you’d gone.

“You knew,” you continued, voice rising with panic. “You knew it was me this whole time and you just— you just watched? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Y/N—”

“No.” You shook your head fast, eyes wide and glassy. “Don’t. Don’t you dare try to act like this is normal. You— you were in the guest room. You were right there. And you were watching me touch myself while I talked about you like some desperate—”

Your voice broke. You pressed both hands over your mouth for a second, like you could physically shove the words back in.

“Oh my god,” you whispered through your fingers. “You’re gonna tell people. You’re gonna— fuck, you’re gonna blackmail me or something, aren’t you? Make fun of me? Humiliate me in front of Jimin? Is that it?”

Jungkook’s entire expression changed in an instant.

His eyes widened, then softened so fast it almost hurt to look at. He took one careful step closer, hands raised like he was approaching a scared animal.

“Hey. No. No. Y/N, listen to me—”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” you snapped, voice cracking with tears you refused to let fall. “You knew how scared I was of anyone finding out and you just— you just sat there jerking off to it like it was funny? Like I’m some joke? Is that why you were acting so weird at the party? Because you knew? Because you were laughing at me the whole time?”

“No.” Jungkook’s voice was firm now, almost desperate. “I would never do that to you. I didn’t tell anyone, just Taehyung because I didn't know what to fucking do, I was so lost, but not Jimin, not another single soul. I swear on my life.”

You laughed, but it was wet and bitter.

“Right. Because the guy who is an asshole to me every single day is suddenly gonna keep my biggest secret just because—”

“Because I’m obsessed with you.”

The words came out raw.

You froze.

Jungkook ran both hands through his hair, looking more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him. His voice dropped, rough and quiet.

“I didn’t watch because I wanted to laugh at you. I watched because I couldn’t fucking stop. The first time I saw you on that live and realized it was you… something in me just broke. I tried to close it. I really did. But then you smiled and I heard your voice and I just— I was gone. Every single live after that, I was there. Not because I wanted to expose you. Because I wanted you. All of you."

You stared at him, breathing hard, tears threatening to spill.

“I hated that I knew,” he continued, stepping closer until there was barely a foot between you. “I hated lying to your face every time I came over. I hated watching you act like you still hated me when all I wanted was to tell you that I’ve been losing my mind over you for months. But I didn’t say anything because I knew you’d think exactly what you’re thinking right now — that I was gonna use it against you. That I was gonna hurt you.”

His voice cracked on the last word.

“I would never hurt you like that, Y/N. Never. I’m not that guy. Not with you.”

You swallowed hard, still pressed against the wall like you might bolt at any second. Your voice came out small and shaky.

“…Then why didn’t you just tell me? Instead of— instead of watching me like some pervert?”

“Because I was scared,” he admitted. “Scared you’d hate me even more. Scared you’d think I was just another asshole trying to get in your pants. But after tonight… after hearing you say all those things on that live… I couldn’t keep pretending anymore. I couldn’t sit in that guest room and listen to you moan about how much you wanted me while I was ten feet away. I just— I couldn’t take it."

He took one more careful step closer. Close enough that you could feel the warmth of his bare chest.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” he said quietly. “I’m not here to make fun of you or tell anyone. I’m here because I’m fucking obsessed with you. Because I’ve been obsessed with you since the first time Jimin made us meet. And because hearing you say you wanted my mouth on you while you were touching yourself? That almost killed me.”

His voice dropped even lower, almost a whisper.

“I’m here because I want you.”

You stared at him, heart hammering, tears finally slipping down your cheeks.

“…You’re such a fucking asshole,” you whispered, voice breaking.

Jungkook’s mouth curved into the smallest, softest smile.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “But I’m your asshole. If you’ll have me.”

He reached out slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, and gently wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” he said. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. But I’m not sorry I watched. Because every single second of those lives made me fall harder for you. And I’m done pretending I don’t want you.”

His thumb brushed your bottom lip.

“So tell me, princess…” His voice was soft. Careful. Yearning. “What do you want me to do now?”

You stared at him, heart hammering, face still burning. Your body was screaming yes, but your brain was still catching up — the panic, the embarrassment, the fact that he knew everything.

But the way he was looking at you right now… soft, desperate, yearning… it was doing something dangerous to you.

You swallowed hard.

“…I want you to fuck me,” you whispered, voice shaky but honest. “Like I said on the live. I want you to ruin me.”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened instantly.

That was all it took.

He closed the distance in one step, one hand sliding into your hair while the other gripped your waist. His mouth crashed into yours — hungry, deep, like he’d been waiting months for this exact moment. You moaned into the kiss, fingers digging into his bare chest as he backed you up against the wall.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned against your lips, voice rough. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

His hands were everywhere — sliding under your hoodie, gripping your ass, pulling you flush against him so you could feel how hard he already was. You gasped when he lifted you like you weighed nothing, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.

He carried you to the bed and laid you down, hovering over you, eyes roaming over your body like he was trying to memorize every inch.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, voice soft even as his hands pushed your hoodie up. “I’ve been losing my mind over you for months. Every live… every time you touched yourself and moaned… I wanted it to be me making you sound like that.”

He pulled the hoodie over your head, leaving you completely bare underneath. His gaze dropped to your chest, to the silver barbell glinting under the purple lights, and he let out a low, reverent sound.

“God, look at you…”

He leaned down and took your pierced nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking over the metal, sucking gently. You arched off the bed with a broken moan, hands flying to his hair.

“Jungkook— fuck—”

He hummed against your skin, switching to the other nipple, biting just hard enough to make your hips buck. One of his hands slid down your stomach, between your legs, and he groaned when he felt how wet you were.

“Jesus… you’re soaked. All this for me?”

You nodded frantically, too gone to be embarrassed anymore.

“Please— I need—”

“I know, baby.” He kissed down your stomach, slow and deliberate, until he was settled between your thighs. “I’ve got you.”

He didn’t tease. He just devoured.

His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your pussy before sealing over your clit, sucking hard. Two fingers pushed inside you at the same time, curling perfectly, and you cried out, back arching off the bed.

“Oh my god— Jungkook—”

He moaned against you like he was the one being pleasured, fingers pumping steadily while his tongue worked your clit in tight, relentless circles. Every filthy sound he made vibrated straight through you.

“You taste so fucking good,” he rasped between licks. “Been thinking about this for weeks. How you’d sound. How you’d taste. How tight you’d be around my fingers… my cock…”

You were already close — the live had wound you up too much, and now Jungkook’s mouth was pushing you right to the edge. Your hands fisted in his hair, thighs shaking around his head.

“I’m— I’m gonna— fuck, I’m gonna come—”

“Come for me, princess,” he growled against your pussy. “Let me feel it.”

You shattered with a loud, broken moan, thighs clamping around his head as you came hard on his tongue. Jungkook didn’t stop — he licked you through it, fingers still moving, drawing it out until you were whimpering and twitching from overstimulation.

When he finally pulled back, his mouth was shiny, eyes dark and hungry.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then crawled up your body, kissing you deep so you could taste yourself on his tongue.

Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at you, a dangerous little smirk tugging at his lips.

“You really meant all that shit you said on the live, huh?” His voice was low, rough, teasing. “About how you want me to fuck you stupid? How you want me to be mean about it?”

Your face burned, but you nodded anyway, too turned on to lie.

He chuckled darkly, one hand sliding up to wrap loosely around your throat — not squeezing, just resting there, possessive.

“Say it,” he ordered, eyes locked on yours. “Tell me what you want, princess.”

You swallowed, voice shaky but honest.

“I want you to fuck me stupid,” you whispered. “Like you always look at me like you want to. I want you to be mean about it. Make me beg for it.”

Jungkook’s eyes flashed with something dark and satisfied.

“There she is,” he murmured. “Good girl.”

He didn’t give you time to breathe.

In one smooth motion he flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so your ass was in the air. You barely had time to gasp before he was pushing inside you — one hard, deep thrust that knocked the air out of your lungs.

“Fuck—” you cried out, fingers twisting in the sheets.

Jungkook didn’t give you a second to adjust. He started fucking you immediately — hard, relentless. One hand gripped your hip tight enough to bruise while the other pressed between your shoulder blades, keeping you pinned down.

“This what you wanted?” he growled, hips snapping against your ass. “Me fucking you like I hate you? Like I’ve been waiting months to ruin this pretty little cunt?”

You moaned loudly, pushing back against him, already gone.

“Yes— yes, just like that—”

He laughed, low and mean, and reached down to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back.

“Listen to you,” he taunted, pace brutal. “So fucking desperate. You were just on live talking about how much you hate me, and now you’re creaming all over my cock like a slut. What happened to all that attitude, huh?”

You whimpered, tears of overstimulation already pricking at your eyes, but you loved it. Every degrading word went straight to your pussy.

“Jungkook— please—”

“Please what?” He slowed down just enough to make you whine, grinding deep instead of thrusting. “Use your words, princess. Or I stop.”

You nearly sobbed.

“Please— please fuck me harder— I need it, I need you to make me come—”

Jungkook groaned like the sound physically affected him, then gave you exactly what you asked for.

He fucked you stupid.

Hard, deep, punishing strokes that had you crying out into the mattress. Every thrust knocked the breath out of you. His hand stayed in your hair, the other gripping your hip so tight you knew you’d have bruises tomorrow. He leaned down, lips brushing your ear as he spoke.

He leaned down, lips brushing your ear as he spoke, voice low and filthy.

“Look at you,” he growled, hips snapping hard and deep. “So fucking desperate for my cock, you’re taking it like a good little slut. You like it when I’m mean, don’t you?”

You moaned loudly into the mattress, fingers twisting in the sheets as he fucked you harder, deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“Yes— yes, I like it—”

Jungkook let out a dark laugh, one hand still fisted in your hair while the other slid under you to pinch your pierced nipple, tugging on the silver barbell just hard enough to make your back arch.

“I knew you would,” he rasped, pace brutal. “All that attitude with me, all those little glares and smartass comments… and now you’re bent over like this, dripping down your thighs and begging for my cock. Such a fucking hypocrite, princess.”

You whimpered, pushing back against him, completely gone.You nearly sobbed, hips rolling desperately.

“Please— please let me come— I’ll do anything— I’ll be so good— just please, Jungkook—”

Jungkook groaned like the words physically affected him, then flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion. He hooked your legs over his shoulders and slammed back inside you, the new angle making you scream.

“There we go,” he panted, eyes locked on yours as he fucked you deep and hard. “Now I can see that pretty face while you fall apart. You look so fucking good like this — all fucked out and desperate for me.”

He leaned down, biting your bottom lip before pulling back just enough to speak.

“Tell me who’s fucking you stupid right now,” he demanded, voice rough. “Say my name.”

“You— you, Jungkook— oh my god—”

“That’s right,” he growled, one hand sliding between your bodies to rub your clit in tight, brutal circles. “I’m the one making you feel this good. I’m the one you’ve been thinking about every time you touched yourself on those lives. Say it.”

“You’re the one— I’ve been thinking about you— I want you—”

Jungkook’s control finally snapped.

He fucked you harder than before, hips snapping with purpose, eyes never leaving your face as he pushed you right to the edge.

“Come,” he ordered, voice low and commanding. “Come on my cock like the filthy girl you are. Let me feel it.”

You shattered with a broken scream, back arching clean off the bed as your orgasm hit so hard your vision whited out. Your walls clenched around him like a vice, thighs shaking violently as wave after wave crashed over you.

Jungkook groaned loudly, fucking you through it, and followed right after — burying himself deep with a low, guttural moan of your name as he came hard, hips stuttering.

For a long moment, the only sound was both of you panting, skin slick with sweat, hearts racing.

Then Jungkook gently pulled out, flipped you onto your side, and pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you like he never wanted to let go. He pressed soft kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your temple — a complete contrast to how mean he’d just been.

“You okay?” he whispered, voice gentle now, thumb brushing slow circles on your hip.

You nodded, still a little dazed, and turned in his arms to bury your face in his neck.

“…Yeah,” you breathed. “I’m really okay.”

Jungkook smiled against your hair, holding you tighter.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet… but we can take a break first.”

You let out a soft, exhausted laugh and pressed a kiss to his collarbone.

“Annoying asshole,” you mumbled fondly.

Jungkook chuckled, the sound warm and real as he kissed the top of your head.

“Yeah,” he said, voice soft and a little bit in love. “But I’m your annoying asshole now.”

You woke up to the sound of someone groaning like they were dying.

It took you a second to remember where you were — and who was in the apartment with you.

Your body was sore in the best way. Your thighs ached, your neck had faint marks from Jungkook’s mouth, and you could still feel the ghost of him inside you. You were wearing nothing but one of his black t-shirts that he’d left on the chair last night. It smelled like him.

From the living room came another dramatic groan, followed by the sound of someone stumbling into the kitchen.

Jimin.

You sat up slowly, hair messy, and glanced at the guest room door. It was slightly open. Jungkook was already awake — you could hear the faint sound of the coffee machine running.

You padded out of your room quietly, still in his shirt that barely covered your ass.

Jimin was leaning against the kitchen counter like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His hair was a disaster, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like death warmed over.

“Morning,” you said, trying not to laugh.

Jimin turned his head toward you and immediately winced like the light physically hurt him.

“Kill me,” he rasped. “Actually kill me. I’m never drinking again.”

You snorted and walked over to pour him a glass of water.

“You said that last time too.”

“This time I mean it,” he groaned, taking the water with both hands like it was holy. “What the fuck did Yoongi put in those shots? I feel like I got hit by a truck. A very angry, tequila-flavored truck.”

You were trying very hard not to smile too much as you grabbed a mug for yourself.

Behind you, you heard the guest room door open.

Jungkook stepped out, shirtless, grey sweats low on his hips, hair still messy from sleep. He looked unfairly good for someone who had barely slept. His eyes immediately found yours across the kitchen, and for a split second his expression softened — warm, a little possessive, like he was remembering exactly what he did to you last night.

Then Jimin turned around and saw him.

“Kook? You stayed over?” Jimin blinked slowly, brain clearly still buffering. “Shit… I don’t even remember getting home.”

Jungkook leaned against the fridge, playing it cool.

“Yeah. You were completely gone. Tae and I brought you both back.”

Jimin nodded like that made sense, then immediately regretted moving his head.

“Fuck… my brain feels like it’s melting. Did I do anything embarrassing?”

You and Jungkook exchanged a quick glance.

“Nah,” Jungkook said smoothly, pouring himself coffee. “You just passed out on the couch and started snoring like a chainsaw. Classic.”

You bit your lip to hide your smile and turned back to the counter, but you could feel Jungkook’s eyes on you — specifically on the way his shirt looked on you, and the faint mark on your neck that your hair wasn’t quite covering.

Jimin, bless his hungover soul, didn’t notice a thing.

He just groaned again and dropped his forehead onto the cool countertop.

“I’m never leaving the house again. Tell Yoongi I died. Tell everyone I died.”

You laughed softly and reached over to ruffle his hair.

“Drink your water, drama queen.”

Jimin made a pathetic noise of suffering.

Meanwhile, Jungkook stepped closer under the guise of grabbing the milk from the fridge. As he passed behind you, his hand brushed lightly against your lower back — hidden from Jimin’s view — and his voice was quiet enough that only you could hear.

“Morning, princess,” he murmured, lips barely moving. “You look good in my shirt.”

Your cheeks warmed instantly.

You shot him a warning look over your shoulder, but there was no real heat behind it. Especially not when he smirked at you like that — soft and cocky at the same time.

Jimin lifted his head just enough to squint at both of you.

“Why are you two being weirdly civil this morning? Usually you’re at each other’s throats by now.”

You and Jungkook answered at the exact same time.

“We’re not—”

“I’m just tired—”

Jimin stared at you both for a long second, then shrugged and dropped his head back down.

“Whatever. As long as you’re not fighting, I don’t care. My head is killing me.”

Jungkook caught your eye again over Jimin’s head. This time his smirk was smaller, but his eyes were warm — full of everything that happened between you last night.

You looked away quickly, biting back a smile, heart doing stupid little flips in your chest.

Yeah… this was going to be interesting.

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