[trivia-yandere]

superbeast

you haven’t visited your grandmother in years. now that she’s only getting worse, you decided to stay by her side in the weird small town she’s resided for decades - the one with the strange howling every night.

word count: 9.967

warning: smut, dubcon/noncon elements, public indecency, blood, groping, unsolicited touching/licking, um monster/werewolf namjoon??, reader gets attacked while namjoon is in his beast form omgg, possessive/obsessive behavior, kissing, nipple sucking, oral (f), unprotected sex, knotting, dirty talking, impregnation/breeding, fingering, squirting, stomach bulge??,

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The air is cool and sharp, hitting against your delicate skin as your feet crunch through the tall snow. Your breathing is a bit heavy and as you exhale, your breath is visible through the air. Your arms are wrapped around your frame, a heavy wool coat covering your body as you make your way towards the market - the only market this small town offers.

The last time you’ve been here was decades ago, just a small child visiting your grandmother during the holidays. You recall your time with her as enjoyable and lively. During the summer, she would take you down towards the river and allow you to swim in water you aren’t sure you’d swim in as an adult. During winters, she would turn on the fireplace and sit beside you, homemade hot chocolate in the palm of your small hands.

As a child, a small town seemingly in the middle of nothing but forested woods is fun. You could run and explore for miles. As you grew older, it wasn’t something you found yourself enjoying and at the age of 13, you stopped visiting as often until your visits stopped entirely. Phone calls became the norm and every blue moon, your grandmother herself would visit the city.

You feel selfish for being here now after all these years. Your grandmother didn’t have long left. She was all alone in this town, your grandfather long deceased to the point you couldn’t remember his face without witnessing a picture before. It’s why you were here now, deciding that you should be here for your grandmother for her final months - something your mother should be doing, as well, but you know she won’t.

Working from home is convenient and was the main reason you were willing to come this far. Your grandmother didn’t wish to have any strangers caring for her, nor did she want to spend her final days away from her home. Thus, you moved from your city hours away and came to this secluded town where everyone knew everyone - except you.

Eyes lingered onto you as you entered the market, your breathing slowing. It’s quiet, you note, no music playing. There’s a little chattering, but not enough for it to be as loud as you’re accustomed to.

You grab a basket by the door, a medium-sized wicker basket that looks straight out of a movie, the sight entirely weird to your eyes.

“You’re not from around here.”

That’s a woman's voice, you note, your eyes flickering upwards towards the voice. She’s wearing a dark apron, her hair tied and with a hairnet over it. Her dark beady eyes are staring right at you, skeptical. 

“I’m not.” you respond. 

The market itself is small and only the necessary items are sold here. In the back is a butcher shop, displaying all types of meat that you swore was hunted by locals here, but you could never prove it. To the right is a small pharmacy where you’d have to pick up your grandmother's medication, pills you would have to crush up and serve to her with applesauce as she always refused to take them. Between aisles are different groceries and necessities for home, far different from the megastores you’re accustomed to attending. 

“I just moved here recently.” you continue. You were going to continue to see these people and it was easier to get introductions out the way sooner rather than later. “My grandmother is sick and I’m caring for her.”

The woman’s face softens, but her eyebrows knit.

“Sonia.” the woman speaks. “Is your grandmother?”

You nod your head slightly.

“Huh,” the woman hums.  “Haven’t seen you since you were about this high.” she says, her hand motioning just a few inches below her shoulders. “You’re the only one who returned?”

You knew what that meant. You couldn’t get your mother to come back to this town even if you tried. She told you time and time again how much she loathed living in a small town where there was little privacy. The first moment she could, she moved away - meeting your father, settling down in a big city and only ever visiting when it was time to drop you off; just for her mothers sake.

“Yes.” you nod your head. “I’m here to pick up a few things for my grandmother.” you say awkwardly, holding up the wicker basket in your hands.

The woman nods her head, turning her attention away from you. “You do that now.” she tells you. “Make sure you’re back home before dark.”

You furrow your brows. It was already dark out due to daylight savings ending. It took you longer than you expected to walk here as your grandmother told you that your “fancy car” wasn’t going to make it. You were fortunate enough that she was only around a 10 minute walk if you took a shortcut through the woods.

You take a deep breath. “I’ll try my best.” you respond, your feet picking up. “I…it’s nice seeing you…again.”

You decided that you would need to come back tomorrow morning as this basket wasn’t going to be able to fit everything you truly desired. You got essentials that could last about a week, a few drinks to last you and some necessities. The lady doubletied your bags and you were on your way, the snow falling a bit faster than before, but your hood did its job at protecting your head.

There’s little light, the snow acted as a bit of light due to its light color, but even that wasn’t enough. You understood that you were going to heed the woman’s warning from now on. On most days, you worked from home from 7-3, sometimes later. You were going to have to make a schedule, something you loathed doing and you were glad that you were off for the following days for the holidays.

You’re brought out of your thoughts where your ears pick up on something snapping. A tree branch, you think. It comes from your right, your head whipping to see what it was. You could only see so far, but from what you can see, it’s nothing.

You release a breath, your body shivering. The wind picks up once more and your pace quickens to be home. From where you are, you can see the outline of your grandmother's home, another five minutes and you’ll be there.

You hear it again, the snapping and now what sounds like snow crunching. Only, it wasn’t your footsteps. Again, your head whips around in an attempt to see what’s around, but your eyes fail you.

Your grip tightens on your bags, your pace quickening as much as you could due to the high snow. Your heart begins to race, the feeling of something unknown lurking begins to unsettle you. You never heard of bears being out here, but the more you think about it, the more likely it sounds. Was your grandmother close to a bear den? You thought they would be hibernating around this time?

You stop in your tracks when a loud, somber sound breaks through the quiet, forested area. It appears a bit further than where you were, and it’s dragged out. It’s a howl, you tell yourself, similar to that of a dog.

Or a wolf.

You’re snapped back into reality when your ears capture what appears to be paddling against the  snow, growing louder and louder. Without another thought, you begin to run, your heart racing out your chest due to the obvious threat that’s coming your way.

You don’t dare look behind you. All you focused on was the house in your eyesight, growing nearer and nearer as you ran, but even it appeared so far away. The high snow appeared like quick sand as your feet slammed into it, only slowing you down in the process. Your heart ached and your lungs were heaving, but you didn’t stop running.

The air is knocked out of you suddenly and you yelp loudly. Your hands release the bags in your grasp as your body tumbled into freezing snow. For a moment, you cannot breathe, not until you push yourself away from the ground.

Before you could react, there’s heavy pressure on your back, followed by a deep growl against your ear. 

You scream as loud as you could when something sharp digs into your thighs, pulling you back. Your hands reach out, grabbing onto nothing as you’re dragged backwards. You attempt to let out another bloodcurdling scream, but you cannot. You’re suddenly lifted from the snow and slammed back down, this time on your back.

Your vision is blurry for a few moments, the snow falling harder now. When your eyes focus right when another growl sounds dangerously close to you. Your body stills, eyes slowly widening in shock at the sight before you. The first thing you noticed were its eyes, piercing yellow and seemingly glowing in the dark. Then, it’s face, a wolf-like appearance staring right at you - almond-shaped eyes with upright, triangular ears. Black nose that twitches as if it can smell your fear. Its lips are curled into a snarl, revealing sharp teeth bared at you.

You notice quickly it’s fur, black that’s covered in the fallen snow. Next, it’s height. The beast towers above you, so tall that from afar, you’d mistake it for a tree. It’s hulking above you, eyes unblinking as it watches you.

Then, before you could react, it lunged at you, opening its mouth to snap it towards you. You scream when realization sets in, sharp teeth sinking into the delicate skin on your neck. Pain instantly soars through your body as you shake entirely in an attempt to get away.

The beast's claws tug at your body, ripping apart your thick clothing so rapidly that in seconds you’re nearly naked. You feel another sharp pain, this time on your chest and thighs, the beast's claws are like knives cutting through fabric.

Something warm and wet hits your bare chest - the beast's tongue. Your hands ball into fists, your arms wailing to get the beast off of you as hot tears pool down your cheeks. You’re yelling out your sobs, your attacks no match for the beast itself as its prying hands roam against your delicate skin, leaving claw marks in its wake. The slobbering tongue of the beast twirls disgustingly against your nipple before it dips lower and lower.

Your right hand grabs a fist full of the beast's fur, tugging with all your night just as your thighs are forced apart.

A howl sounds through the forested area once more, a gush of wind flowing through your naked body. The beast pushes itself away from you, growling low as it saunters away, glowing eyes watching you.

You don’t attempt to cover yourself. You don’t attempt to  pick up your bags. Instead, you run, body exposed and freezing underneath the snow. You’re bleeding, blood trickling down from the deep claw marks. Several times you almost fell right on your face again, but your determination to live is much harder than the need to give up and allow the beast out there to eat you.

You crash through your grandmother’s door, snow trickling in as you fall onto the wooden ground. You slam the door behind you, a rushed heave coming from your lips. You lock the door, but even you knew that whatever was out there was fully capable of coming in if it truly wanted to.

For a moment, you lay there on the cool ground, your heart racing in your chest. Your grandmother was probably asleep in her room by now, oblivious to what was right outside her home. After what felt like hours, you managed to make your way towards the bathroom.

You’re covered in blood, you note, claw marks all over you - your inner thighs, your sides. There’s teeth marks on your neck, blood trickling down it. You can see your veins, black and seemingly infected.

You cry harder, your mind racing on what the fuck just happened - and what the fuck is out there.

That wasn’t a wolf. Wolves don’t walk on their hind legs. They aren’t nearly 8 feet tall - nor do they do what the fuck that beast did to you.

You’re unsure on what to do. For an hour, you sit in the bathtub, scrubbing at your skin with the hot water, attempting to get warm. You cried until no tears were left, your nosy running and eyes puffy. As the water drained and you removed yourself from the tub, you went to disinfect your wounds. The alcohol stings, especially the bite mark on your neck. 

You had enough bandages to wrap your inner thighs and a bit on your neck. You dress in a loose t-shirt and sweats and before you make your way to bed, you check on your grandmother. She’s asleep like you suspected, tucked right underneath her covers while the fireplace in her room crackles.

You don’t know when you fell asleep. All you do remember is laying in your body, your legs up to your chest as your mind replays the moment over and over again. When you do wake, it's the sun beaming through your eyes. You wake up with a screech, sweat dripping from your skin. The bite mark on your neck throbbing, your body hot.

You saw it in your dreams - the beast. It came back for you, its sickening tongue grazing across your skin as it forced you beneath him. This time, however, it speaks - voice deep like a man's. 

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

It growls it over and over again as it devours you, sharp teeth sinking into your skin, beast claws piercing your skin. He tears your thighs apart again, this time between your legs wasn’t that of a monstrous beast, but a man - ones who face you cannot see.

You’re embarrassed of what you dream of after a traumatic event that left you dripping in sweat, a pounding heartbeat between your legs. 

Your grandmother is shocked by your appearance when you come from your own bedroom. “You aren’t supposed to be standing for long, grandma.” you tell her, your voice low. “Come sit down, I’ll make-”

“You were out at night, weren’t you?” your grandmother’s soft voice is laced with concern. 

Your heart slows.

“I told you not to go to the store and to wait until the morning.” your grandmother’s voice is now panicked. She shakes her head. “You waited until I was dozing off. You never listen-” “Grandma.” you cut her off with a shake of your head. “You know those…that there’s…” your heart begins to pound now. “...you know about that beast-”

“They linger at night.” your grandmother's voice comes into a low whisper. “Never during the day. The townspeople know not to linger at night.”

‘Make sure you’re back home before dark.’ the woman’s warning rings through your ears, now making more sense than before. “You all know about that beast!” you hiss, eyes widening. “And you haven’t contacted-”

“They’re harmless as long as you stay inside.” your grandmother shakes her head. Her eyes are sad. “I should have warned you…” she trails off. “...they have been here far before we have. This is their land just as much as it is ours.”

Your mind cannot wrap around what in the world is happening right now. How could these people live amongst monsters and be alright with it. Surely, if the beast wanted to, he could break down this door right now and slaughter you and your grandmother. All the townspeople.

“Y/N,” your grandmother is slow as she takes her steps. She sits at her wooden table, a sigh releasing from her lips. A few pieces of grey hair fall into her face. “during the winter, it’s those beasts who hunt for the townspeople. They provide the meat for us to eat. In exchange, we keep our distance. We don’t roam at night where they frequent.”

You watch your grandmother in disbelief. 

This wasn’t normal.

These people live and depend on beasts who could surely kill them if they so choose.

“Open that drawer,” your grandmother lifts a wrinkled finger, pointing behind you. It’s a junk drawer, you recall, and as you open it, you’re unsure what you’re expected to see. “the velvet cinch bag, grab it.”

You do as you’re told after rummaging through the drawer. It’s heavy in your palms and before your grandmother speaks again, you draw the strings apart and look inside of it.

“Grand-”

“If you are ever in danger, use that against the beast.” 

Your grandmother coughs, lifting a hand to her lips.

It’s a dagger, you note. It’s short, but sharp. The handle is silver and contains a crossguard.

“It’s pure silver.” your grandmother speaks, regaining her voice. “That could harm the beast. I do advise not going out at night, but keep this on you for protection.”

You hold the dagger in the palm of your hands in total disbelief. How long has this been going on that they find this normal? How is it that they can communicate with such beasts that they’ve come dependent on them to eat during the harsh winters? You aren’t sure you want an answer, but your mind races with questions, one after another. Did your mother know of such monstrosities? Was this why she wished to remain in the city? If so, why hadn’t she told you anything about it? You would’ve hauled your grandmother’s ass to your home back in the large city instead of moving here where the both of you were in obvious danger.

“During the day…it’s safe?” you question her, tone skeptical. “I…when I was attacked…” you swallow. You didn’t want to tell your grandmother just how this beast attacked you. “...I dropped the bags outside.”

Your grandmother sighs. “They don’t roam during the day.” she repeats. “The bags should still be out there. Come-”

“You stay there!” you hiss, eyes stern. Not only was your grandmother old and didn’t need to be walking outside in this weather, but you didn’t want to risk being attacked again. 

Quickly, you bundled yourself up. Your hadn’t bothered to gather any of your tattered clothing from the night prior and you’re saddened that your designer coat was ruined, but you had backup.

As you swing the wooden door open, dagger firmly in your pocket, your eyes cast downward.

The bags are just outside the door, appearing just as they did before you dropped them. Your head snaps from side to side, but you see nothing. It’s snowing lightly and has been for hours now. Whatever footsteps that could tell you if this was a beast or a regular person who dropped your bags off is long gone.

You bring the bags inside and close the door, your mind continuing to race with more questions. You decide that when it was safe to travel, you were going to take your grandmother far from here. You didn’t care if she was kicking and screaming, you cannot fathom staying in a place where beasts roam!

Surely, the city has its crime. Petty theft, a few break ins and some more heinous situations - but that could be dealt with. It’s what you’ve known all your life. No one has prepared you for nearly being consumed by a random beast.

It was the afternoon when your grandmother told you to get ready. She was having her tea, consuming the applesauce you’ve given her with the hidden pill powdered inside. “Don’t you remember the feast we’d attend?” your grandmother questions you. “You would stuff your face with as much cookie as you could handle.”

“Grandma…” you shake your head. “...I have no intention of going to a feast with the townspeople.” Nor did you remember ever attending said feasts when you did visit, but maybe your childish brain just thought it was a get together, never truly paying attention to anything. “You aren’t-”

“I am.” your grandmother nods her head. “It’s tradition, Y/N. I make the hot chocolate every year for this event!”

“Are you people insane around here?” you ask boldly, a scoff in your voice. “There’s beasts that are around 8 feet walking around outside and you want to-”

“The annual feasts are only from noon to 3 p.m, Y/N. We’re all in right before dark.”

They were insane, you think, and so were you for walking with your grandmother in the very woods you were attacked into said town. You find that you aren’t alone in the forest as you were before. Several yards away are more families, all walking towards the town. Children are laughing and running around and your grandmother waves to people that she sees.

The annual feast is held in the center of the town in a church that appears quite larger than you’d expected it to be. It seems that everyone is gathered here, chattering and laughing amongst one another. Tables line out with already cooked food. You’ve never witnessed anything like this. The small community actually likes one another, all coming together to do this once a year. You suppose you understood why your grandmother never wanted to leave the place she calls home. She sat with more older ladies with the same grey hairs, conversing and doing exactly what she told you she was going to do. 

You don’t have much of an appetite, nor do you want to be gathered in here longer than you need to be. You make your way outside the church and let out a sigh, your shoulders slumping. It’s quiet outside, a small breeze in the air. It’s no longer snowing, you note, and for that you’re a bit grateful.

You aren’t sure why you do it, but your legs take you just around the church. From here you can still hear the people from inside, smoke coming from the top of said church as the fireplace inside is warming everyone up. The back of the church resembles the same forest as the one your grandmother has, but instead you notice a path that’s nearly plowed, leading deeper inside the forest. You find yourself strolling until you see what appears to be a gazebo, the small shelter appearing lonely as you enter it. 

You sit on the wooden bench, humming. From here, the church is still in view but it offers privacy you desperately wanted from other townspeople. The outside is eerily quiet. There weren’t any cars driving back and forth, no one walking along the roads. Whatever birds that were around seemingly never chirped, possibly accustomed to the beasts surrounding this area like the townsfolk were.

Your neck begins to sting, a throbbing sensation that causes you to wince. You place a hand onto your neck and add pressure onto the bandage. It felt so warm, almost as if it was bleeding, but you felt no moisture. 

“You aren’t in the Church.”

Your head snaps to the sound of the sudden voice, deep and close. Your heart races, startled by the tall man at the entrance of the gazebo. 

You swallow, smacking your lips together. The man stares down at you, waiting for your response. His hair is dark and short, a few spiky tresses along his forehead. 

Immediately, you notice his eyes. They’re a dark brown, but right in the bit of sunlight, you notice a speckle of brown peaking through. Just as they are intriguing, they're intense, staring right through you.

“I…” you blink a few times, swallowing the lump in your throat. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment at how dumb you look right now. “I-I, um, not really hungry.” 

The man continues to stare at you for a brief moment, but then his lips twitch upwards. His cheeks creases, deep dimples appearing. The action causes your body to warm up even more, your eye focusing on the indents before turning away shyly.

“You’re new here.” the man states the obvious. This time, he steps into the gazebo and takes a seat on the wooden bench across from you. It’s then you noticed that he isn’t as bundled as you, or the rest of the people in the church, are. He’s wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, the cool breeze in the air unphasing him. 

“Yeah.” you murmur. “My grandmother is sick.”

“Sonia.” the man states matter-of-factly. You ponder if word got around about a new woman's arrival, or had he seen you walk alongside her. “That she is. She’s an amazing woman who kept more than enough of us fed for years.”

You allow yourself to smile. That was your grandmother exactly, you think, always feeding anyone she could. 

“How has your stay been thus far?” the man questions. “Excuse my impoliteness,”  he then chuckles, a pair of pearly white teeth sparkling at you. They’re straight with seemingly no imperfections in sight. “My name is Namjoon, by the way. It’s nice to meet you…”

You blink, realizing that this was your moment to introduce yourself.

“Y-Y/N.” you nod your head. “It’s nice to meet you, as well, Namjoon.”

Namjoon’s eyes watches the way you look away once more, ever so shyly. He knows your mind is racing, he can feel it.

“What’s on your mind?” Namjoon questions. “You seem to be a bit fidgety.”

You contemplate Namjoon’s words, letting them flow through your mind before you answer him. Your neck continues to throb, pulsating even more now. “Just…how long have you been living here, Namjoon? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.” 

Namjoon’s eyes glances down to your leg. It’s shaking up and down, possibly a habit of yours when you were nervous - or in deep thought. His eyes also pick up a wince in your face and a roll of your neck. 

Namjoon sighs through his nose.

“I’ve been here all my life.” Namjoon responds. “My father’s currently the mayor. My grandfather before him, and his father and so on.” Namjoon explains. “Truth be told, Y/N, things are done differently around here. Mayors aren’t elected…” he trails off, knitting his brows. He had a feeling there was more to your question.

Namjoon notices the way your throat bobs when you swallow.

“Is there something else you want to ask me?” Namjoon questions, tilting his head a bit. “Something troubling you?” 

You begin to fiddle with your fingers, heart racing. You supposed that meant that Namjoon was next in line to be mayor eventually - and now, your mind continues to race with more questions that you aren’t sure you should ask. 

“Are…” you swallow. “…is it safe here?” 

Your cheeks burn, your voice dropping to a mere whisper that Namjoon hears loud and clear. 

“Do you feel unsafe here?” Namjoon doesn’t miss a beat. He leans forward with a furrowed brow. “I swear to you, our town is nothing but secure. There’s no crime here, Y/N, not even petty theft. Our community is tight-knit as you saw.” 

Namjoon nods behind you towards the Church.  

“Everyone comes together like family here. Your grandmother is a grandmother to us all.” Namjoon offers another grin. “We hope to invite you into our community, as well, but it seems that something is troubling you.”

There’s silence on both ends. While Namjoon is quiet, his eyes appear to speak for him. He wants you to say it - whatever was troubling you. The elephant in the room that surely, as the Mayor’s son, would already know. You, on the other hand, wince once more, the bite mark on your neck continuing to throb. You let out a sudden grunt, rolling your neck.

“I was attacked.” you say suddenly. You know you shouldn’t have been so blunt, but your body is growing hotter and hotter and your neck hasn’t stopped throbbing. You were afraid you were going to be sick - that beast could’ve had rabies for all you know.

Namjoon hums suddenly. You blink a few times, before shaking your head. 

“I…not by anyone in the c-community but-”

There’s a shudder that runs up your spine. Your body begins to trouble almost as if you’re cold, but the heat is unbearable. You squeeze your hands into fists, your neck continuing to throb, pulsating out of your skin.

“I’m aware.” 

Namjoon’s voice brings you back to reality. It wasn’t the response you were hoping for. 

“I do apologize. Y/N, that it happened to you.”

There’s sweat lining your forehead. Your hand reaches up to touch the bandage on your neck. You swallow. “Then I’m not safe here.” you murmur. “And neither is my grandmother.”

Namjoon leans forward, eyes unblinking and staring right at you. For a reason unknown to you, you’re unable to look away. You appear captivated by the man before you. There’s another shudder running through you that goes straight between your legs. Your cheeks are hot, and the throbbing sensation from your neck is being mimicked right at your core.

“You’re afraid.” Namjoon notes. “Your heart is racing. You’re also in pain…”

You swallow.

“The mark on your neck is causing you great distress, but it won’t last long, Y/N.”

“W-What?” you laugh nervously - awkwardly. “How do you know about that…did…” you try to think of many scenarios on how Namjoon would know what happened to you and so soon. You think about your grandmother's words on the beasts and you’re quite curious on how anyone communicates with them.

Namjoon stands suddenly, his tall frame hovering above your seated one. Slowly, your eyes roam upwards, staring at the man that peers down at you. Your heart picks up once more and your eyes slowly widen. 

Namjoon is quicker than you. He understood that as soon as your mind pieced it together, that you were going to attempt to flee. And you do. In your fight or flight mind, you choose to go right out of the gazebo which means going further into the forest and away from the Church.

Namjoon is fast, but he allows you to run. Once you and he are further away is when you feel your body be shoved into the ground once more, the sense of deja vu coming over you.

“You shouldn't have run.” Namjoon’s voice is deep and right against your ear. His body is heavy against yours, radiating heat that contrasts the cold snow beneath you. “It triggers predatory chase.”

You’re silent, trembling beneath him pathetically.

“You must have a lot of questions.” Namjoon continues. “I don’t want you to fear me, Y/N, but I assume you are well aware that things here are…different.”

You aren’t expected to speak and Namjoon fully understands that this is a lot to handle. He had plans on introducing you to the lifestyle little by little - but then you were attacked.

By him no less.

“I didn’t mean to attack you last night.” Namjoon continues. While you’re completely still, your eyes wide, Namjoon’s lips are trailing kisses along your bandaged neck. “I wasn’t expecting to see you out there and…in that form, it’s harder to control myself.”

It’s hard to imagine Namjoon, a man that’s already tall, growing even taller in height - and growing hair, long sharp nails that are made to attack. 

And sharp teeth.

Glowing yellow eyes.

Becoming a beast, something you’ve never seen before or ever imagined existed. 

And yet, here Namjoon was admitting to you that it was him who attacked you. It was him who tore your clothing off within seconds, monstrous tongue sliding over your body disgustingly-

Namjoon’s throat vibrates, the same growl that causes you to stiffen even more. How familiar it was just the night prior.

“I apologize for scaring you, Y’N. I wasn’t going to hurt you.”

Namjoon can feel your heartbeat quicken, along with the goosebumps that form onto your skin as if it’s his own. His nose twitches with the automatic arousal - and fear - that you’re omitting. 

“W…W…”

It’s hard to form a single word, your heart terrified that at any moment, Namjoon will turn back to the beast he was last night and do the exact opposite.

“....why?” you whisper.

You feel Namjoon lift his upper body away from you, both of his hands on either side of your head. Your eyes watch them, wide and alert.

“Why what?” Namjoon questions. 

It happens far too fast, almost like a sudden vision. Your mind replays the events of the night prior, Namjoon’s claws tugging at your body and ripping your clothing in seconds. His claws slash at your thighs and your chest with how swift he moves, his tongue slamming against your bare chest, twirling around your nipple and dipping lower and lower, his large hands forcing your thighs apart-

You let out a sudden gasp, squeezing your eyes shut, your mind ringing.

Namjoon grunts, his lower half rutting into you on instinct, an action his human self wishes he hadn’t done. It isn’t his fault that the animalistic part of him craves you and even now, he’s holding himself back from ravishing you right here.

“It’s complicated to explain something this complex to those who do not come from the same world as we do.” Namjoon murmurs. He pushes himself away from you, his eyes softening as you lay pitifully on the snowy ground. “You feel it, don’t you? The effects of the bite mark on your neck.”

The sudden hot flashes and waves of arousal. The blurred visions of the night prior - it all comes down at you all at once that it has you trembling. Namjoon’s hand gently tugs at your coat to face him. You’re nearly limp in his grasp, your eyes blinking up to stare at him.

“In simpler terms, Y/N…” Namjoon murmurs. “...you belong to me.”

Namjoon hears your heart quicken once more.

“Get…” you take a deep breath. “...away from…me.”

Namjoon’s eyes harden at your words. His grip on your coat only tightens and he remains silent.

“Get away.” you repeat, this time with more malice. “Get away!”

Your scream echoes off of the high tree’s, booming across the emptiness of the forest.

“I think you must be confused, Y/N,” Namjoon is dangerously calm, but his eyes tell you everything you need to know. “that it isn’t up to debate. I’ve already claimed you with that mark on your neck. I can smell your pussy leaking from right here. You want me just as much as I want you.”

Widening your eyes, your hands - trembling, but determined - crash against Namjoon’s chest. He’s solid and isn’t pushed in the slightest, but you only continue to push at him similar to last night.

“The pain isn’t going to stop until I knot you, Y/N. It’ll grow over time, leaving you in such tremendous pain and arousal that you’d be begging to be fucked.” Namjoon barks. 

“You’re fucking crazy!” you bark back. Somehow you manage to snatch yourself away from Namhoon. “You and everyone else in this damn town are crazy and I’m not staying here to be killed by you!”

You couldn’t get far. Your head is yanked by your hair and you’re forced towards Namjoon in a matter of seconds. You yelp when you feel your lips being captured by Namjoon’s, his free hand snatching the zipper to your coat down. His grip on your hair tightens when he feels your resistance, free hand digging underneath your shirt and past your bra.

“S-Stop-”

Namjoon’s tongue slides into your mouth, his large hand gripping your breast entirely. Your body shudders, once more growing limp in his embrace. Your mind swirls as Namjoon’s hand grips and tug at your breast, his tongue dancing against yours. For a few moments, you and he remain like that until he breaks the invasive kiss.

You aren’t given time to react before you’re being shoved back onto the snowy ground, Namjoon’s rough hands tugging off your coat. “Stop-”

Then your shirt is ripped away, your bra following suit. Your arms go to cover yourself, but Namjoon doesn’t allow you to hide away. “You feel it, don’t you? The way your body reacts to me.” Namjoon murmurs, hovering above you. His head lowers to your neck, sending pisses that burn ecstasy into your skin. His warm hands slide down to push your arms away to grip both of your breasts into the palms of his calloused hands. “That’s because you belong to me. Your body, your heart and soul - it’s all mine. I’ve claimed it.”

Namjoon’s lips press against your breast, his tongue poking out to coat the flesh as he drags it towards your nipple. Your back arches at the foreign sensation, your body reacting in the way he told you it would. You shake your head lightly, your mind telling you that this is wrong - because it was. You didn’t belong to him and no bite mark would ever claim you - you weren’t an animal like him.

However, your body betrays you. As Namjoon’s tongue twirls around your nipple, your body shudders while your pussy pulsates. Your mouth falls open to let out soft sobs of pleasure that you could no longer contain.

With his right hand, Namjoon trails it down your bare stomach until he’s at the waistline of your jeans. His nails dig into the fabric, his mouth suckling harder onto your nipple. He tugs at your jeans until even they are ripping. A silent protest falls on deaf ears as Namjoon makes his way inside your jeans, fingertips dancing closer and closer to your pulsating heat.

Namjoon pops his lips from your nipple, his eyes glancing at your flushed face for a moment before his tongue trails lower and lower, mimicking the actions he’s done the night prior.

“Even though you’re frightened, Y/N, I can smell just how much you want me.”

Though you’re bare in such a freezing environment, your body still feels warm. Maybe it’s Namjoon’s own warmth radiating off of him towards you like a heater. That, and the bite mark on your neck burns in a way that's indescribable, a pain you’ve never felt before.

Your panties are next, a sharp tearing sound echoes off of the high trees. Namjoon discards them without a care in the world, his large hands forcing your thighs apart.

A familiar growl erupts from Namjoon’s throat. Deep and animalistic. It’s what brings you back to reality for a moment, your eyes widening. Your body lifts a bit to peer down at Namjoon between your legs.

“Nam-”

Your words die when Namjoon’s tongue licks at your clit. Your thighs tremble at the sudden sensation that doesn’t end. Instead, Namjoon buries himself right between your legs, suckling at your core. Your hand reaches out to push him away, even if your body is trembling with pleasure. However, the man doesn’t budge. He has a tight grip on your legs, holding you right in place as he continues to feat on you.

Your mind and body fight against one another. You shouldn’t be doing this out in the open - or at all. You should fight your way out of this and run as fast as you can, but your body trembles. Your back arches, hips having a mind of their own as they rut against Namjoon’s tongue. Your moans start off slow and low, until they grow louder and louder.

 Namjoon’s head bobs back and forth, muffled growls erupting from his throat - possessive. His nails dig into your skin to assure you don’t run away from him. His cock is painfully hard in his pants, throbbing and twitching. You taste far too divine that he finds he could stay like this forever.

Namjoon can smell it, how close you are. There’s a knot in your stomach that has you breathing heavily and Namjoon takes it as his time to hook his hands beneath your knees and force them upwards against your chest, the new position only driving you further over the edge. Your eyes roll, your body trembles in his grasp all the while he continues to savor the taste of your arousal on his tongue.

You yourself are unsure of how it happened. One moment you’re a mess, body numb due to the intense pleasure of your own orgasm, slick trailing down your thighs, to you now running through the snow forest for your life, only your coat shielding you from the harshly cold conditions. Your mind flashes with the events that just happened - you brandishing the silver dagger and swinging it towards Namjoon. He dodges the first one, but the second swing slashes his right in the shoulder. 

Going to the church would be foolish and you’re glad that no one manages to witness you run past and back into the forests to your grandmother's house. You fall to your knees as you enter, catching your breath. The household is quiet and you’re glad that your grandmother hadn’t left the church in search of you. You aren’t sure how long you had, but you knew for damn sure you weren’t going to be staying here any longer.

Neither was your grandmother.

The next half hour consisted of you packing your and your grandmother's belongings and hauling them into your car. Cleaning off your car took longer than you expected, but you managed. You didn’t want to drive with this much snow and ice on the ground, but you’d be damned if you were attacked yet again by Namjoon.

Your body shudders at the thought of his name, your mind flashing with visions of him between your legs, devouring you entirely until you’re left a quivering mess. It has your legs clenching together, but you understood what you had to do.

Just as you shut your trunk with a final item, a blood curdling scream echoes off the tall trees. It causes you to nearly plummet onto the ground. Your head snaps towards the sound of it just in time for your ears to capture another scream.

And another.

And even more, this time all at once.

Your heart leaps out your chest, your hand tapping your coat pocket for the dagger. Your hand is trembling when you do, but you have to ignore the fear overcoming you. 

The screams are coming from the Church and as your legs sprint to take you there, the sight alone almost has you falling to your knees.

The crimson color splattered against the pristine snow is a dramatic contrast. Several bodies are laid out, covered in several claw marks and pools of their own blood. 

There’s a few screaming people, mostly women and children, who all run away. Their eyes are wide with fear, tears streaming down their cheeks. 

You take the dagger from your coat, hand trembling to the point that you nearly drop it. You begin to stumble into the street, attempting to keep your eyes straight ahead, but it’s hard.

The church door slams open just as your feet hit the bottom step. Your eyes widen.

You let out a short breath, your hand squeezing around the dagger.

“Nam…joon…?”

“Not me.”

Your heart makes another leap. This time, the dagger does fall from your hands as you turn around to face the man right behind you. There’s a growl right behind you that belongs to yet another monstrous beast coming from inside the church.

“I’ve watched you.”

Namjoon takes a step closer to you, his dark eyes staring down at you with such disdain. 

“I’ve watched you pack everything up in your car. Are you going somewhere?”

There’s more screams that sound throughout the forest. They’re far, but even from here you can hear the fear in their pitch.

“What have you done?” you asked. Your hand slides against the cold snow to find the dagger while keeping your eyes on the man.

“I thought I made it clear that you,” Namjoon stops in his tracks right above you. “belong to me.”

Your fingertips find the dagger.

“And yet, you try to escape. Look around.”

Namjoon waves a hand around the bloody scenery.

“The inside is worse.”

Your heart drops, eyes widening. 

Your grandmother.

“She’s alive.” Namjoon’s head tilted. “She was removed from here before the massacre. She’s safe at my home.”

You allow yourself to swallow. You could believe what Namjoon was saying, but you didn’t want to. This man had assaulted you not once, but twice. He had caused this massacre simply because he was upset about you - a woman he’s just met - was leaving.

“I’m not crazy, Y/N.” Namjoon chuckles. “I’m a man in love with the man he’s mated with. Is that wrong?”

“I want to see my grandmother.”

Namjoon reaches out his hand for you to take. Instead, your hand grips onto the dagger and swings it at him. It slashes against the palm and the man visibly winces, eyes widening. He lets out a low growl.

“Stand down!” Namjoon hisses, his eyes darting to the large beast behind you that’s ready to defend him. “I got this.” he states. 

Namjoon’s bloody palm leaks onto the ground before the two of you. “You see what you’ve done, Y/N?” he questions, his tone dangerously calm. “You did all of this.”

Namjoon motions to the pile of dead bodies surrounding the two of you.

“No.” you shake your head. You hold the dagger in front of you defensively. “You-”

“You’re a selfish bitch who risked the lives of everyone in this community. Even your grandmothers.” Namjoon interrupts you. “Everyone here was safe before you came.”

You aren’t faster than Namjoon. Before you could rebuttal, your wrist is snatched, the dagger falling onto the ground. Roughly, Namjoon yanks you up onto your feet. 

Your neck burns at how close Namjoon is.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Namjoon forces you to walk back into the forest. “That burning in your neck? The shudder down your back? The way you want me even though you’re frightened for your life?”

No matter how hard you struggle, Namjoon’s grip on you doesn’t falter. He’s dragging you deeper and deeper into the forest until the church is no longer visible. You’re struggling against him, but you aren’t a match for him in the slightest. 

“I’ll kill them all.” Namjoon hisses. This time, he throws you onto the ground. Your back hits the snow. Before you could attempt to crawl away - and fail - Namjoon is on you. “I refrain from hurting women and children, but if you don’t care…”

Namjoon doesn’t care about how much of your clothing he ruins if he means that he gets to your body quicker.

“...then why should I?” Namjoon murmurs, his hands rip between fabrics of clothing until your bra is visible. “I’ll force you to watch the way we kill each and every one of them. Your grandmother included.”

Namjoon watches the way you stop struggling.

“Or…you let me have you the way we both want to, right?” Namjoon slides his hands down your stomach. “You stay here with me where you belong and everyone will be fine.”

“You already started killing people.” you grit out, eyes beginning to water. 

“Not people. Men.” Namjoon snickers. “It can all end right here. Be selfless for once, Y/N. You can have a good life here.” he states. 

Your pants are the next to go, followed by your panties. Namjoon enjoys your nude body beneath him for his eyes to satiate.

“You wouldn’t have to work so hard, either. Everything is provided for us here.” Namjoon continues, his invading fingers sliding right between your legs. 

Your mind may despise him for now, but your body - due to the bite mark - craves for his touch. Your thighs part instantly when his fingers dip between your legs to slide at your clit. It’s throbbing and drenched, just like he’d known it’d be.

“Look how wet you are.” Namjoon chuckles, his fingers twirling along your clit. Your back arches, glossy eyes blinking. “I can smell you, Y/N. You’re ready to be full of my knot.”

Namjoon dips two fingers inside of you to feel just how much you wanted him. Instantly, your velvet walls clench around him with need. He begins to pump, his eyes watching your face closely as he does so.

Your mind is screaming at you to stop. Stop moaning. Stop arching your back. Stop wanting more.

But there’s something about how Namjoon’s fingers reach so deep inside of you that has you wanting more. He pumps them in and out of you with such confidence, purely assured that he knows what your body wants. 

“I’m going to do that right here, Y/N. I’m going to fuck you full with my knot.” Namjoon hums, pressing a thumb onto your clit as he pumps. “And you’re going to let me, right?”

The new added pleasure has you sinking deeper and deeper. Your screaming consciousness appears to be much further than you remembered it. All you could focus on is the way Namjoon’s fingers feel inside of you.

“Y-Yes!”

You squeal just as your body lets out the pressure it’s been building up. Namjoon releases his fingers just as your arousal gushes out of you.

Your body continues to warm up. You’ve only ever felt like this when you had a fever, but even then your body wouldn’t have adapted to the nearly freezing temperature like it has now. 

Namjoon doesn’t intend on wasting anymore time. It isn’t until you feel something directly against your clit does your body jerk, your head lifting a bit to look at the man between your legs. Your glossy eyes widen a bit, watching the way he rubs the tip of his cock against your throbbing clit.

“Sto-op that…!” 

There isn’t any authority in your voice for Namjoon to take you seriously even if he wanted to. From your position, you see just how toned Namjoon is. His shirt isn’t off, but he hikes it up just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his lower abs; toned and refined. Your eyes then - slowly and more than slightly shocked - glances back to his cock. It is visibly throbbing, you note, as he rubs the tip of it onto your clit. There’s a low growling sound that surrounds the forest entirely. At first, you thought it could be more Beasts approaching. However, you soon realized that the growling is coming from Namjoon himself. 

“I've known ever since you’ve come,” Namjoon begins, his tone lowering. You cannot help the way your mouth falls open when the tip of his cock presses at your entrance. “that I’d have you the way it was intended.”

You can’t ask what in the world he was speaking of. You assume it had something to do with the mark on your neck. Everything was going to leave you with more questions than answers.

Namjoon begins to thrust, the tip popping in. Your eyes widen, your mind screaming at you to snap out of whatever trance you were and fight off this man - not, this beast. Even if it costs you your life.

You don’t, however, and it’s what causes your mind to spiral.

Aggressively, Namjoon snatches your waist, sliding his cock out like before just to thrust it back in fully. The sudden action has you gasping, feeling the sharp pain right in your stomach. 

You should have known it wasn’t going to stop there. No, Namjoon had held back long enough in his eyes. His possessive hands lift your bottom half up, his hips rutting in and out of you at an alarming pace.

You make such beautifully dirty noises, Namjoon thinks, as he fucks you. He isn’t a fool in knowing that you loathe him. In fact, he can feel the hatred seeping out of you. However, your body lusts for him, your pussy squeezing around his ramming cock, the bulge in your stomach evident with each thrust. You can only hate someone so much as long as your body adores them.

There’s tears prickling the corner of your eyes, your body nearly limp. Your breast pounces with each aggressive pump of Namjoon’s cock, your mind swirling with too many thoughts at once. How much you hated him. How you wanted this to be over with…

Your pussy squeezes around Namjoon’s cock, your mind continuing to race with each passing second.

How good Namjoon’s cock felt. How amazing it feels thrusting in and out of you…

Your back arches, your thighs widening on their own to allow Namjoon to take more and more of you. With each thrust, the smacking sound of your skin slapping against his sounds throughout the forest, offering little privacy. Anyone could walk by and witness the way you’re being used by this very man.

“You like the thought of that, don’t you?” Namjoon hisses, his nails digging into your soft flesh. “The thought of people watching me claim you as mine.”

You swallow back a moan, your eyes widening a bit at just how he knows that. Your mouth falls open, a soft “slow down” plea coming between your lips that Namjoon ignores entirely. Why would he slow down when your pussy is taking him so well? Why would he slow down when there’s a creamy ring around his cock while your juices coat your thighs?

“I know exactly what you’re thinking, baby. You hate my guts right now.” Namjoon chuckles. 

This time, Namjoon releases your hips and proceeds to push your thighs apart. He presses your knees right at your shoulders, a position you weren’t even sure you could be in prior to now. This new position allows the man to go even deeper, hitting that spot that has you seeing stars. His dark eyes watch the way your eyes roll with each pump, loud moans erupting through those soft, parted lips.

“But you love the way I’m fucking you right now.” Namjoon grunts. Your clit rubs along Namjoon’s pelvis, adding more tortuous pleasure. “Your body cannot deny the way it feels, baby. It belongs to me, after all.”

Your body, that’s already warm, now burns with pleasure at the humiliating sound your pussy makes. It squelches and gushes as if agreeing with Namjoon. 

“I h-hate you.” you stutter, followed by a drawn out moan.

At your words, Namjoon laughs. “I know,” he sing-songs. “But my pussy loves me. All mine~”

Namjoon changes the position yet again, this time flipping the two of you. He hoists you on top of him. “All mine to fuck and breed, right? Fill you up nicely until you’re round.”

Your eyes glare down at him the best you could. You’re forced to hold onto Namjoon’s shoulders for support as his cock drills into you. 

“I don’t belong to you!” you snap back, your body deciding to grind your hips in a way you’d never.

“Of course you do.” Namjoon snaps back. “Look at the way you’re taking my cock right now, baby. Only someone made for me could handle it.”

You release another moan. This wasn’t you, your mind screams at you. It’s whatever he’s done when he bites your neck. It’s not your doing that has your hips rutting up and down, bouncing against the very cock you tell yourself you didn’t want. You don’t want to give Namjoon the satisfaction, but you already are. He watches with dark, lustful eyes at the way you take his cock needily, your pulsing pussy in full view. 

“I hate you.” your nails dig into the fabric of his shirt, the same tears prickling the corner of your eyes. You feel the pressure building up in your stomach, but your waist doesn’t stop grinding against his cock, the pleasure so grand that you want to feel it more and more.

Deeper.

Harder.

“I know.” Namjoon grunts, your pussy continuing to squeeze around him. “You’ll come to love me eventually, baby. For now, just let go.”

Namjoon rests a palm onto your ass, squeezing it possessively. The action has you moaning. “I won’t l-love you!” you hiss, your head mere inches away from him. “I’ll find a way to kill you my…myself…!”

Namjoon licks his lips. “Oh yeah?” he entertains your words, finding you cute when you were fucked out and full of anger. His hand proceeds to slap against your ass, sending a sharp pain throughout your body. “But you love my cock so much, baby.  Look at the way you take me.”

Namjoon meets your thrusts halfway, his dark eyes looking right through yours, unblinking. 

“Don’t forget what I said, baby. You go against me…” Namjoon slams a hand against your ass once more - then again and again until you’re shaking with overstimulation. Before you know it, you’re cumming, a gush of arousal pooling out of you.

Namjoon holds you close against his body as he continues to rut into you, his cock swelling. You’re limp, your sweaty forehead against his as he takes you, eyelids barely managing to stay open.

“...I’ll kill everyone. Could you afford to have that much blood on your hands?” Namjoon continues, pumping in a load of warm cum inside of you. “Could you truly live with yourself knowing you caused unnecessary bloodshed?”

There’s a soothing hand on your back that rubs it so gently that, for a moment, you forget that it belongs to a beast - a being so cruel and heinous.

Your body jolts awake, your heart pounding outside your chest. Instantly, your hand flies to your neck. You feel the bandage sticking tightly against your skin.

Your eyes roam around the room. You're back in your grandmother's home in the guest bedroom. You let out a breath.

Your body works on its own. You kick the thick blankets off of you and sprint out of the room. “Grand-”

You stop when you reach the dining room. Your grandmother sits at the table, a tea sitting in front of her. Across from her, your eyes narrow at the man. Namjoon offers you a smile, dimples sinking into his cheeks. “Good morning, Y/N.” he says softly. 

“You’re finally awake. You’ve been asleep since yesterday evening.” your grandmother speaks to you. 

“Why is he here?” you ask your grandmother, eyes remaining on Namjoon.

“I bought you a gift.” Namjoon’s own eyes narrow. It’s a warning, he tells you without speaking. “It’s Christmas, afterall, Y/N.”

The chair scrapes against the ground as Namjoon stands. Your hand squeezes at your side, your mind racing. You wished you hadn’t lost the silver dagger - Namjoon can feel your hatred seeping off of you as he draws nearer. 

“I was just telling your Grandmother about our engagement.” Namjoon stops before you, in his hands a small, black box.

You feel as though you’re going to be sick.

“It’s amazing.” your Grandmother coos.

Namjoon offers another smile. 

‘She doesn’t remember.’

“W…what?”

“I didn’t say anything.” Namjoon murmurs, lifting the box for you. He opens it right then.

‘She doesn’t remember anything from the night prior. No one does.’ 

You hear Namjoon’s voice, but his lips don't move. You take a deep breath. 

‘Surely you don’t think that there’s only beasts that roam these forests,  my love.’ 

Namjoon removes the ring from the box. The oval-shaped diamond in the middle sparkles underneath the soft lights in the home. 

You offer Namjoon your hand. Not because you wanted to, but because he demands it unspokenly. 

You watch as if outside of your body as Namjoon places the ring onto your fingers. He then lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss onto your knuckles. “Merry Christmas.” he murmurs, his eyes flickering from the dark eyes to the familiar yellow ones you encountered two nights ago.

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[milk-moonbunnies]

Idk if it's too late for ss, boxer jungkook x reserved/shy oc where he is the freak out of the both of them, but after a fight where he looked too scrumptilicious and she was ovulating they have victory sex after his win and she outfreaks him for the first time and hes like GONE

A/N: omg hey I just did a similar post but for svt Dino!! Thanks for celebrating Sinful Sunday with me!! You aren’t too late by the time this posts SS will still have three hours left!

Warnings: mdni 18+, blurb about 500 words or less, cream pie, cursing, reader is ovulating, boxer!jk, needy!reader, jk is big and he stuffs you full, shower head, let’s get wet

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You blame biology. Hormones- your brain foggy with every nerve lit with one message. One need, and it’s all for Jungkook.

You should be embarrassed, squirming in your seat as Jungkook circles the ring. The crowd is wild, cheering for your boyfriend, demanding for violence, but you can’t stop staring. Watching the sweat roll down every curve and slope of his taut muscles. Your tongue licks your lips, wetting them, wishing you could be licking him instead.

His eyes are set in a glare, his chest heaving - panting - as his gloved hands protect his face. He’s got a cut on the bridge of his nose and he looks so hot you can’t even think straight. You don’t even realize a round later that he’s won your mind too busy thinking about your boyfriend.

-

Jungkook doesn’t even have the room alone for two minutes before you’re sneaking inside. His eyes light up, a charming smile on his lips as he greets you with a ‘hey baby,’ pulling you to his chest. Normally, you would wait patiently for him to shower and change before taking you home but you just couldn’t wait.

Your lips press against his, your tongue licking his bottom lip taking him by surprise. “You did so good,” you mumble against his lips and Jungkook groans, holding you closer with a smirk.

“Yeah, you want to help me celebrate, Pretty?”

-

If you told Jungkook his shy, sweet girlfriend would be pressed against the shower wall, eyes wet with unshed tears, begging for his cock. He wouldn’t believe it.

Usually, it was him initiating, sweetening you up to some of his ideas. But all of that’s in the past, right now, all he could do was focus on you.

You looked so cute, lips kiss-bitten, eyelashes fluttering as you hold onto Jungkook’s shoulders; your legs wrapped around his slim waist as he pins your arms to the cold tile.

“Look - heh - look at you,” Jungkook coos his cock hot and hard against your drooling cunt it made your mind short-circuit. “Begging for my cock, you didn’t want to wait till we got home?” He clicks his tongue against his teeth in mock disapproval and you whine.

Your hips buck and his cock drags deliciously up your wet folds, the mushroom tip of his cock catching your needy clit and making the both of you moan together. “Please- wan’ you- need you,” your pupils are blown wide and it makes Jungkook’s cock twitch. “Gimme your- please fuck me.”

-

“Oh- fuck fuck fuck-” Jungkook’s gasps are mixing with the slams of his hips smacking into your ass. His thighs shake as he sinks deeper into your drooling cunt, his mushroom tip kissing your cervix with each buck of his hips. “S’too much- too deep.”

Jungkook laughs, his big hands holding your legs over his arms as he uses his strength to keep you against the wall. He feels delirious, his cock stretching you, splitting you open, forcing you to feel every delicious inch. It feels so good, his jaw goes slack, watching your eyes cross in pleasure as he keeps you pressed against the shower wall, letting gravity do its job keeping you stuffed full oh him, you squeal.

The shower head has you both soaked, muffling your sweet noises but Jungkook has a front row seat. He watches your chest shake for breath, your toes curl, and your tongue loll out. You look so debauched with your greedy cunt sucking him deeper - he’s addicted.

“Mmpfh! Hngh-” Your mewls are pornographic. His hips roll, his heavy balls smacking into your ass and your hand slides down your naked body, your fingers finding your pretty lil’ clit and fuck Jungkook’s eyes roll back.

Your gummy walls snug tighter, your fingers rubbing messily as his hips buck into you. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck-“ you’ve got Jungkook cursing, his words slurring as you play with your clit right in front of him.

“You’re squeezing me - oh fuck - so tight, Pretty.” And then your reaching up, your hand grabbing the shower head and bringing it down. “What are you - oh my god.”

Jungkook thinks he went to heaven. Your blurry eyes meeting his, your tilting the shower head, and the water sprays right on your sensitive clit. He watches, jaw hanging, as you let out a long whine, your pussy clamping down so hard he sees stars.

And then your bucking wildly, his hands have to hold your hips as your orgasm crashes lightning hot. Your grip loosens on the shower head and it clatters to the ground but Jungkook doesn’t stop moving. He fucks you through it, his cock jerking and hitting all your sweet spots that it has you begging.

“Cum f’me, please, please, wan’ feel it deep inside.”

Yeah, Jungkook isn’t making it out alive.

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A/N: ignore any mistakes I’m at work and will edit them when SS ends 🥹

Sinful Sunday - Inbox is open - svt mstr lst - bts mstr lst

[milk-moonbunnies]

Hiii I have req, jk who is a rlly good dirty talker and his bad boy personality/looks are opposite to readers quieter look 💞

A/N: Ugh love me some bad boy jk 🤤 Thanks for requesting this, I hope to see you in my inbox again!

Warnings: mdni 18+, bad boy!jk x nerdy!reader, praise, dirty talk, bestie you got the best pussy jk almost can't handle it, protected p in v sex

WC: 1421

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Jungkook never thought he'd meet his match. Especially not by someone like you.

He was leather jackets, fast motorcycles, black nail polish and rock bands. You were soft, a room full of romance novels and manga mixed with blind box figures and plushies.

You were the quiet girl in the front row of one of his many classes he took for college. Usually sitting alone, dressed in baggy clothes and headphones snuggled over your ears to drown out the world around you.

He honestly wouldn't have thought to look at you twice from how well you blended into the background. (You did this on purpose.) It wasn't until his professor assigned you as his partner for this project that he even knew your name.

So, again, he didn't think he would end up like this.

-

"O-oh fuck," Jungkook's voice cracks, it cracks! His eyes wide, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he watched the tip of his cock sink past the first ring of your sopping pussy.

He's got to focus, his chest panting - heaving - in puffs, feeling how deliciously you squeeze around his cock. You feel like heaven and sin, gushing a new wave of arousal down his cock, walls fluttering filthily, trying to suck him in deeper.

"Jung-ngh! Hah-" your eyes roll to the back of your head, chest arching up towards Jungkook as you squirm underneath him. "S'big, oh! Too big," your mouth is parched, tummy sucking in as Jungkook feeds you more of his cock.

His hands slide up your plush thighs, hooking them over his arms, spreading them wider so he could sink in deeper. Your pussy weeps, crying out wetly, as he pushes your legs up higher.

Are those Harry Potter socks you were wearing?

Jungkook watches your thighs shake, feet pointing up as he forces you to stay still, to feel every inch bully its way in, slowly. "Fuck," Jungkook curses. His eyes zero in on where you're connected, his tongue rolling over his lips, wetting them. "You're taking me so well, baby." Your gummy walls clench, and Jungkook hisses, dropping one leg to move his hands between your bodies.

"No, it's too much, I- I can't, I can't-" You shake your head, breathless, nails clawing into the bedsheets beneath you.

Jungkook's fingers find your sensitive clit. His tongue clicking against his teeth in warning, the hand on the back of your knee stretches it back even more as his body leans over you. The weight of him pressing against you, keeping you from running away from him.

"Where are you thinking you're going, pretty?" He watches in satisfaction as your body twitches, your pretty mouth dropping as he taps small hearts on your glittering clit. "You can hah- take it," Jungkook grunts, eyes almost rolling from how much deeper he sinks into you. "Can't you, fuck- can't you hear how you're sucking me in?" He pants.

And your cunt drools. Stretching exquisitely around his girthy shaft. You whine from the back of your throat as he keeps thumbing your clit, making you swallow more and more of his cock until your eyes cross.

You can hear your pussy, squelching from the stretch, your sweet juices dripping down your ass and pooling onto the bedsheets below. Fuck, you can feel him in your throat.

"In your throat, heh?" Your eyes widen, you didn't realize you had said it out loud. Jungkook has the audacity to chuckle above you, turning his head to plant a quick kiss on the inner part of your ankle that he has dangling on his shoulder. "Nah, mamas- not your throat." His hand leaves your puffy clit to press down on your stomach, making you keen loudly. "Right here, m'right here."

And then he bottomed out. His thighs pressing into your ass as he holds your ankle in a death grip. He could honestly cum right now from how your pussy sucks him in a vice grip. You feel so unfairly good around him, he can't help but grind his hips closer. The tip of his cock dig against your gummy walls so wickedly, you're mewling for more.

"Please, oh! Please, please," Your brain is fried, lips babbling, drool trickling down your jaw, it honestly makes Jungkook coo. His lips curving into a knowing grin as you hiccup between whines.

"Huh? Already drunk on my cock?" He shouldn't be teasing by the way his jaw ticks, his cock twitching to cum right now. He's no better than you, drunk off the feeling of your sweet pussy. He's got to concentrate not to bust a nut right now. His eyes are half-lidded as his hand holds your hip still. He angles his hips back, "we're just getting started, Pretty." And then he's smacking forward and pushing a loud gasp from you.

"Jung- Jungkoo-" You're babbling stupidly as he tilts his hips, thrusting harder and deeper with each stroke. He watches your tongue loll, the previous image of the shy girl he met weeks ago gone, replaced by the lewd look of your teary eyes and jaw hanging open in pleasure.

"Look at that," Jungkook teases, your walls clamping around him when the tip of his cock smacks right into the soft spot that makes you whine obscenely. "Tha's it, that makes you feel good, huh?"

The headboard taps the wall with each of his thrusts. The bed creaks and mixes in between your pretty cries. And your head nods, tongue feeling too heavy to speak properly, "yes ah- oh fuck, yes!" Your words slur, and your pussy gurgles another wave of arousal, soaking Jungkook's pelvis and balls as he picks up speed.

"Fuck, you're so loud you're making a mess," Jungkook felt feverish, eyes dazed and beginning to become unfocused. He felt dumb on your pretty pussy, head falling back as he made you meet each one of his thrusts. "Heh- fuck baby, don't know who's louder," His cockhead kissing your cervix with each roll of his hips. "You or your pussy."

His words send a shiver up your spine, your cheeks flushing as the squelches of your pussy get even louder, answering for him. The noises reverberate and increase in pace as the knot in your stomach tightens. It's too much.

"Too much?" Jungkook is practically heart-eyed, shaking his head at you. "Wha-what did I tell you?" He curses when you squeeze tighter, your thighs shaking as he keeps you trapped between the bed and him. "What did I tell you?"

"Oh!" Your toes curl, head thrown back as he brings his hand back to your glistening clit. He rubs fast circles into the sensitive nub, matching it to his strokes and making you squeal, "y-you said I c-can take it!"

You sounded so ruined, stuttering over your words as his hips snapped filthy thrusts even faster. "Mmph- tha's my girl," Jungkook praises, feeling your pussy flutter at his compliment and bringing you closer to the edge.

And Jungkook isn't far behind you. His thrusts are growing sloppy as he hits your g-spot with each stroke. It builds the knot in your stomach, making it twist and twist and therefore milking Jungkook with your pussy tighter and tighter.

"Jungkoo- Jung- I- ah!" Your eyes watered, tears slipping down your cheeks as you babbled dumbly. "M'gonna cum, oh, oh, I'm cum-cumming!" A hot, white pleasure flashes through you. Your ears were roaring with your racing heart as you fell apart with a scream.

Your body shudders underneath him, your pussy gushing messily and pulling him over the edge with you. "O-oh fuck!" And then his hands grab your hips, jostling your body, up, down, up, down. Moving you like his own personal toy as his cock twitches, splurting stream after stream of his cum while helping you ride out your own orgasm.

By the time you're fluttering your eyes open, Jungkook is shivering above you. His hips mindlessly rut into you even after his cock stops twitching, the aftershocks overstimulating you both.

When he finally pulls out, you can feel your cum drip after him. Your thighs are still shaking as he rolls the condom down his length and throws it in the trash next to his bed.

You're trying to figure out what should happen next when Jungkook grabs your attention again. His body crawls back up to you on the bed, his eyes meeting yours. "I need you to know this isn't going to be a one-time thing., It can't be."

And then you grin.

[95rkives]

KINKTOBER DAY 13 ꩜ BIRTHDAY SPECIAL

PAIRINGS. . . jimin x fem!reader

C.WARNINGS. . . smut, kitchen sex, birthday sex, oral (f!receiving), food play, reader giving head implied

WC. . . 2.5k

NOTE. . . this came out a bit boring and rushed—and trash—im so sorry ive been fighting a fuckass cold i had barely any motivation to write which is also why this was posted 2 hours before midnight fuck </3 this was not a fav. anyway happy bday to the sweetest boy to ever walk on this earth 😔💖

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the apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. the kitchen light casts a soft gold over everything; the counter dusted with flour, the small round cake sitting neatly on its plate, and you, standing in front of it, a single candle waiting to be lit.

you’d been checking the clock for the past hour, nerves and anticipation tangling in your chest. the cake isn’t perfect but it’s his favorite flavor, and that’s what matters. the air still smells of the sweetness of vanilla and butter, mixed with the faint scent of your perfume.

when the front door clicks open, your heart jumps.

his footsteps are slow, tired. you can hear him sigh, the soft thud of his bag being set down, the rustle of his jacket as he shrugs it off.

“baby?”

his voice carries through the apartment, low and warm, a little hoarse from a long day.

you light the candle quickly, the tiny flame flickering to life just as he rounds the corner into the kitchen.

his hair is mussed from his beanie, his eyes rimmed with exhaustion, but the moment he sees you—the cake in your hands, the candlelight soft against your face—something in him melts.

you start singing, a little shy, a little teasing. he laughs under his breath, the sound breaking a little as he presses a hand over his mouth, eyes glimmering.

“you didn’t,” he murmurs, shaking his head, voice caught somewhere between disbelief and affection.

“make a wish,” you whisper when he’s close enough.

he doesn’t look away from you when he blows out the flame.

“thank you,” he says softly, forehead leaning against yours. “you have no idea how much this means.”

“you’re welcome,” you breathe, feeling his breath ghost over your lips.

he kisses you then. slow, almost hesitant, and when he smiles against your mouth, you can’t help but laugh, the sound breaking the kiss for a second before he pulls you closer again.

your fingers find their way into his hair and he hums into the kiss, hands firm at your waist.

he’s grinning when he pulls back, eyes glinting like he’s caught between exhaustion and something tender. “you baked it?”

“don’t make fun of it,” you warn, cheeks warm. “i tried—”

he cuts you off with another kiss, flitting. “it’s perfect,” he murmurs. “you’re perfect.”

before you can reply, he’s scooping you up without warning. you gasp, hands instinctively gripping the plate in your hands, trying to steady it as he carries you the few steps to the counter.

“jimin!” you protest, laughing as he sets you down on the cool surface. “you’re gonna drop it!”

“then put it down.”

you do, setting it on the counter beside you. the frosting gleams faintly in the low light.

he looks at it for a beat, then dips his finger lightly into the icing, bringing it to his lips.

he tastes it, eyes closing briefly, a small hum leaving his throat. “sweet,” he says, opening them again—and there’s something in the way he looks at you when he says it. “really sweet.”

his gaze lingers on your face, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he takes a step closer, positioning himself between your parted thighs. the heat of his body seeps into your skin, his proximity making your heart race.

"jimin," you breathe out, a hint of a question in your tone as you tilt your head slightly, eyeing him with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. your hands come up to rest on his chest, fingers splaying over the firm muscle beneath his shirt.

he chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against your palms. "what?" he teases, one hand coming up to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your cheekbone lightly. "thought you wanted to celebrate?"

his other hand finds your hip, squeezing gently as he pulls you a fraction closer to the counters edge, until your core is flush against him. you can feel the hard length of him, even through the fabric of his jeans, and it makes your breath catch.

"i do," you murmur, biting back a smile as you gaze up at him through your lashes. "but this wasn't exactly what i had in mind."

"oh yeah?" he asks, head cocking to the side as he studies your face, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, freeing it from the trap of your teeth. "and what did you have in mind?"

his voice is a low rasp, dripping with suggestion, and it sends a shiver down your spine. you press your thighs around his hips, suddenly hyperaware of the dampness gathering between them.

"i was thinking more along the lines of...cake," you manage to say, despite the lump forming in your throat.

jimin throws his head back and laughs, the sound rich and warm, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "i thought you were trying to seduce me with this little...spread." his hands are already at work, deftly brushing the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders. the cool air kisses your newly exposed skin, pebbling it with goosebumps.

you shiver, but keep your gaze locked with his, a playful smirk tugging at your own lips. "well, partly," you retort, voice breathy. "looks like i succeeded."

"yes, you certainly did," he agrees, voice dripping with approval as he lets the silk dress pool at your waist. no bra underneath, just smooth, soft skin and the tantalizing curve of your breasts. he drinks in the sight, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

his hands skim up your sides, calloused fingers leaving tingles in their wake until they reach the swell of your breasts. he cups them gently, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, coaxing them to strain against the fabric.

"fuck, you're gorgeous," he murmurs, head ducking down to press open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. his stubble rasps deliciously against your skin, sending sparks of pleasure racing through you.

you tilt your head back, giving him better access as you arch into his touch. "mmm, flatterer," you breathe out, fingers threading through his hair. It's soft and silky beneath your touch, the strands slipping between your digits like threads of black satin.

he chuckles against your skin, the vibrations rumbling through you, before nipping playfully at your collarbone. his hands knead your flesh, rolling and squeezing, pushing your breasts up and together.

his breath is hot against your jaw as he reaches for the cake. he takes a fingerful of the sweet, sticky frosting and smears it right across the curve of one breast, painting a sweet trail towards your nipple. you gasp, a shaky laugh escaping your lips at the sudden cold contrast against your heated skin.

"jimin!" you hiss, eyes widening in mock outrage even as a thrill runs down your spine. "that's not where that's supposed to go!"

he just smirks, undeterred, and takes his time dragging his finger back and forth, circling your nipple, teasing you mercilessly. "it’s my birthday,i get to decide," he purrs, before dipping his head down and swiping his tongue along the frosting, lapping it up with relish.

you shiver and let out a strangled moan, back arching as sensation explodes through you. His mouth is hot and slick, tongue skilled as it cleans up every last bit of the sweet confection. you can feel the scrape of his teeth, the suckle of his lips, and it's almost too much, too intense, too fucking good.

with a low, appreciative groan, jimin drags your dress down the rest of the way, the silk whispering against your skin until it pools on the floor. your underwear follows swiftly after, leaving you bare and exposed beneath his heated gaze. he takes a moment to drink in the sight, eyes darkening with lust as he trails his fingers up your calves, your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"stunning," he murmurs, head ducking down to press open mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. you squirm beneath him, hips shifting restlessly.

he smirks against your skin, knowing exactly the effect he's having on you. slowly, maddeningly slowly, he works his way up your body, hands skimming over your ribcage, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts. you shiver and arch into him, craving more contact, more friction, more everything.

when he reaches your mouth, you hum into the kiss, fingers curling into his hair, holding him close. he tastes of frosting and sin, and you're drunk on it, addicted to it, hungry, even.

but as his hand drifts lower, hovering at the apex of your thighs, you pull back with a grunt, breaking the kiss. "no frosting down there," you pant, dark eyes flashing with warning.

he chuckles, low and rich, eyes glinting with mischief. "ah, spoilsport," he teases, but he's pulling back, hand retreating. "alright, i wouldn't want to ruin the merchandise."

despite the words, there's a note of disappointment in his voice, a hunger that hasn't quite been sated. but he's an attentive lover, and he respects your boundaries, even if they frustrate him at times.

jimin settles between your spread thighs, pushing your leg up and out, foot resting on the cool marble of the kitchen counter. his tongue parts your lower lips, delving deep to taste your essence, to lap up the evidence of your arousal. you cry out, head falling back, fingers tangling in his hair as he feasts on you like a starving man at a banquet.

he groans against your flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you, stoking the fire building low in your belly. he devours you, tongue swirling around your clit, sucking it between his lips.

he's working at his belt simultaneously, fingers deftly unbuckling it before popping the button of his jeans. you hear the zipper slide down and then the rustle of denim as he frees himself.

he releases your clit with a lewd slurp, kissing his way up your torso, the valley of your breasts. his hands skim up your sides, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples as he laves attention on your neck, your jaw, your lips.

"taste yourself on my tongue," he murmurs against your mouth, voice rough with desire. he's pulling you upright and you break the kiss and you look down, watching with hooded eyes as he notches the thick head of his cock against your slick, swollen folds. he's hard and heavy, flushed a deep, angry red, pulsing with need.

jimin pushes forward, sheathing himself inside you with one smooth thrust. your back arches as you take him to the hilt, walls stretching deliciously around his thick length. "fuck." you cry out softly, nails digging into his shoulders.

he groans, head dropping to your shoulder as he starts to move, hips rolling in a steady rhythm.

your body yields to his, meeting each thrust with a roll of your own hips, taking him deeper, urging him harder. the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the kitchen as he pounds into you.

"harder," you demand, voice breathless and high pitched with pleasure.

he complies, fingers sinking into the meat of your ass as he hauls your body against his, changing the angle of his thrusts. now he's hitting that spot deep inside, the one that makes stars explode behind your eyelids and leaves you seeing white.

he dips his head to capture one rosy peak in his mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before he suckles hard, sending sparks of pleasure shooting straight to your core.

he grinds against you, his thick length throbbing inside your tight heat, stretching you deliciously. you can feel every ridge, every vein, every pulsing inch of him as he fills you utterly, claiming you completely. your walls flutter around him, gripping him like a velvet vice, reluctant to let him go.

he snaps his hips forward, burying himself balls deep inside you. the force of his thrust rocks you to your core, and you cry out, back bowing off the counter, nails raking down his covered back. he groans against your breast, the sound muffled and guttural, before switching to your other breast, lavishing it with the same attention.

over and over he takes you, driving into you with deep, powerful strokes. wet, obscene sounds echoe through the room, mingling with your increasingly high pitched cries and his low, rumbling grunts. the pleasure builds and builds, coiling tighter and tighter in your core until you're both teetering on the brink.

you come with a silent scream, back arching, eyes rolling back, body convulsing beneath his—and he follows suit—buries himself to the hilt inside you, his body going rigid above you, hot, thick ropes of his seed paint your insides, filling you to the brim.

he peppers your jaw and neck with soft, sweet kisses as you both catch your breath, fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close.

"open," he coaxes a beat later, voice low and playful, and you open your eyes to see two fingers glistening with the sweet sticky substance that was the frosting.

you groan, head lolling back to avoid the intrusion, shooting him a suspicious glare. "fuck’s sake, stop," you start to protest, but he cuts you off with a sharp snap of his hips, making your breath stutter as sensation sparks through you. your lips part to cuss him out and he takes the opportunity to slip his frosting coated fingers into your mouth.

you suck in a breath, tasting the sickly sweetness as your tongue swirls around the digits. "mmph..." you mumble around the intrusion, eyes narrowing as you shoot him a warning glare.

he just smirks, undeterred, and grinds his hips against yours, stirring the leftover seed inside you. "lets not waste it," he murmurs, voice dripping with mischief.

he replaces his fingers with his mouth, kissing you deeply, tongue delving in to taste the sweetness lingering on yours as he lifts you effortlessly, strong arms scooping under your thighs, carrying you towards the bedroom. you wrap your legs around his waist, arms looping around his neck as you cling to him.

"mmm, where do you think you're taking me?" you murmur, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, breathing in the musky scent of his skin.

"well, i was hoping for a birthday blowjob, but if you'd rather just go to sleep..." jimin quips with a playful smirk, eyebrows raised expectantly as he carries you through the doorway of your shared bedroom.

you groan softly as a blush stains your cheeks at his bold request. "you're so vulgar sometimes," you complain lightly, burying your face against his chest to hide your embarrassment.

"i'm just honest about what i want," jimin retorts with a chuckle, kicking the bedroom door shut behind you. he carries you to the bed, the plush mattress welcoming your entwined bodies as he lays you down gently. leaning over you, he brushes a strand of hair from your face, fingertips grazing your cheek. "and right now i want you to suck my dick."

you throw your head back with a laugh, eyes sparkling with mirth. "asshole," you grunt, and despite that, you give him a harsh shove to pin him on his back and grant him his birthday wish.

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[dreamersparacosm]

JEALOUS TYPE - JJK X READER

a blurb by dreamersparacosm .ᐟ.ᐟ

warnings. ft park jimin!! happy belated my cutie 😚 jealousy!!!!, alcohol consumption, everyone’s toxic, oc and jungkook are the main couple but jimin’s insane, making out, light groping (do NOT let a man treat you like this, this is fiction. i cannot emphasize this enough.)

prompt. you’re torn between two worlds, and you just can’t decide.

word count. 2.1k

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။|||| | jealous type by doja cat

Park Jimin is so easy. Pavlonian easy. The second he hears you and Jungkook are on a break, he’s already halfway to your apartment, probably tripping over his own feet.

Besides the fact that you’re an absolute smokeshow, Jimin and Jungkook’s beef extends back to the old college days, back when they were presidents of rival fraternities. You’re still not entirely sure what two frat boys fight over, but you've always had an inkling. It may have something to do with the fact that Jeon Jungkook asked you to the spring formal before Park Jimin had a chance to, thus kickstarting five years of the most toxic relationship known to man.

It’s not your fault you’re a pretty girl. It’s just the ways of the world. God gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers, and apparently your battle is being so hot that you've caused a five year cold war between two former frat presidents.

This time, you and Jungkook were on a break for one very simple reason. He was seen hanging out with Kim Chaewon at your favorite barbecue place in Seoul. Two pictures sent to your phone later, and you nearly drove your car into the front of the restaurant.

He had claimed it was a ‘business meeting,’ but you’re no idiot. Kim Chaewon has wanted to get her pussy licked by your boyfriend since sophomore year. And you’ll be damned if that STD-ridden girl touches any hair on your boyfriend’s perfect head.

Thus, after three hours of arguing and two hours of pussy-eating later, you told Jungkook you needed a break. He rolled his eyes. Told you it was stupid. Slammed the front door of your apartment. All because he knew very well what your breaks entailed. You, Park Jimin, and a whole lot of partying.

All that to say—KISS is packed to the point of fire hazard. Filled to the brim with horny 25-year olds such as yourself and Jimin, all grinding to the rap music that blares from the DJ’s speakers.

Jimin, for all that he is eager, also looks exceptionally delicious tonight. Since your last break with Jungkook, he gained a bit of weight, and his biceps are more prominent.

His hands are currently glued to your waist, feeling the warm skin underneath the hem of your crop top. The pads of his fingers dig into you, claiming any part of you he can while he can. His crotch presses into the back of your ass, where you wiggle it a little more to feel his cock twitch in his jeans.

“Let’s get a drink, baby,” he whispers in your ear. You’re already a few shots deep, but Jimin’s wallet is deeper than the Mariana Trench.

You giggle, turning to place your hands on his chest. His shaggy blonde hair swoops over his forehead, eyes glazed over as he peers down at you. “Jiminie, you’re always so good to me,” you say before lowering your voice to a sultrier octave. “I’m gonna give you crazy head tonight.”

His lips curl into a smile. “Yeah,” He wraps a hand around your throat, presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “I know you fucking are.”

Your smile is devious as he pulls you in the direction of the bar. Pretty much every bartender knows Jimin at this point—but when you come around, it’s like the Red Sea parts for you both.

“Usual for you two?” Your favorite bartender, Jung Hoseok, asks when you two approach.

“You know it, boss.” Jimin slaps his shoulder, already pulling out his black AMEX. “Put some extra love in hers—she’s had a tough week.”

You love his cock, but god, his obsession with you is so much fatter.

“How much longer do you want to stay here?” Jimin whispers in your ear as Hoseok makes your drinks extra strong.

“Hmm,” You tap your manicured finger on your chin. “I’m good for a few more hours.”

He groans softly. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re killing me. Been dying to get my hands on you.”

“Be patient, Jiminie.” You pat his hand that’s snug around your waist. “You know I like to make you wait.”

In your back pocket, you feel your phone vibrate three times in a row. Shit. It’s been going berserk for the past hour, and if you had to guess the culprit, it’s, without a doubt, Jeon Jungkook.

“Would it sweeten the deal if I told you I got your favorite Sauvignon Blanc back at my place?” He pouts, handing over his shiny black card when Hoseok tosses him the bill.

“Maybe,” You shrug, snatching your fruity pink drink. Playing with the straw, you let yourself make eye contact with Jimin as you take a sip, and the poor boy’s knees almost buckle and collapse.

“[Y/N], don’t play with my self-control. You know I have none around you.”

Giggling, you toss your hair over your shoulder and take another sip.

As you do so, you lock eyes with your absolute nightmare. Kim Taehyung is standing in the corner, arms crossed, face red with fury, staring you down. He holds up his phone, shows you the screen where Jungkook's name glows with an active call, and mouths slowly: He's coming inside.

Which means you have about ten seconds. Taehyung has been his loyal minion since college, and everytime you’re spotted with Jimin, he’s somehow always the one to break the news to your beefy, toxic boyfriend.

Your moments of peace are limited.

“Kiss me, Jiminie.”

He rolls his eyes, already knowing just why you’re asking him. He leans in anyway, grabbing your jaw and tilting it to him. His lips are lusciously plump, slightly wet from the gin and tonic he’s been nursing. You can’t help the moan that escapes into his mouth.

Fuck you, Kim Taehyung. Take that.

When you pull away, Taehyung is shaking his head like he’s your father. What a weirdo. You swear he might as well just marry your boyfriend. The loyalty is genuinely impressive.

“I wanna go dance,” you whine, deserting your drink on the bar and taking Jimin’s hand in yours. He immediately follows like a lost puppy, hands finding your waist instantly.

Spinning you around, he guides your hips against his crotch where you can feel his half-hard cock puffing up in his jeans. Your hands fly behind you to the back of his neck as you dance against him to the rhythm of the music blasting. Jimin’s whimpers in your ear are fuel enough for you to keep going. Something about a needy man or whatever they say.

“Gonna have my way with you tonight.” He peppers a few light kisses down your earlobe, licking a trail then blowing on it. A shiver roots itself on the nape of your neck and travels downward. “I’m putting you through that fucking mattress.”

Hmm, that does sound nice. Sometimes you wonder what life would be like if Jimin had beaten Jungkook to that spring formal invite. Probably healthier. You'd never have to play detective with your boyfriend's location, never have to orchestrate revenge schemes at nightclubs. How boring.

That dream sequence lasts for about .2 milliseconds.

You feel a sharp tug on your bicep, and then you’re being whipped around to face the dark and cold eyes of your boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook.

He’s so delicious when he’s angry. That’s half the reason why you continue to see Jimin, anyway.

He’s dressed in all black, an oversized tee covering his scrumptious biceps. His lip piercing glimmers under the flashing lights, eyes as black as onyx.

“What are you doing with this insect?”

He gestures to Jimin, who’s standing behind you with the widest shit-eating grin known to mankind. You shrug, rolling your eyes. “Kookie, we’re on a break. We talked about this already.”

He stutters, running a hand through his unruly dark chestnut hair. “I don’t give a fuck if we’re on a break. Tell me why I found out from fucking Taehyung you’re hanging out with this… this cockroach.”

“Baby… be nice,” you warn. “That’s my friend. Just like Chaewonie is your friend.”

“Friend is generous,” Jimin sing-songs from behind, and you throw him a look.

“Shut it, Jimin,” Jungkook snarls. His voice raises as he fights to be heard over the music. The veins in his neck bulge out and your panties grow a wet spot right in the center. “How many times do I have to tell you I’m sorry? I’ve sent thirty bouquets to your house, I even blocked her number. What more do you need?”

You don’t have the heart to tell him the flowers he sent are sitting in your trash can, rotting. “I want you to tell me she’s dead to you. That you’ll never see her again, no matter how thirsty she is.”

“Fuck, baby, yes,” he pleads, eyes watering. If you weren’t in a crowded club, you’re certain he would’ve gotten on his hands and knees. “Chaewon? Never heard of her. Is that a brand of soju or something?”

Jimin clears his throat, and Jungkook’s eyes barely spare him a glance. “Jimin, I swear to god, I’ll fucking bash your head in.”

He rolls his eyes, but you catch the flicker of fear. Jungkook has at least forty pounds of muscle on him. One wrong move and pieces of Jimin are getting scraped off the floor.

“Don’t hurt him, Kookie.” You place a hand on your fuming boyfriend’s bicep, squeezing gently. “We didn’t do anything.”

Jimin snorts. Why must he insist on making your life miserable?

Jungkook peers down at you. “We’re leaving. Now.”

With that, Jungkook grabs your purse and places it on his arm, dragging you away a few feet, but not before hearing Jimin’s voice echoing, “Don’t worry, Kook. You can have her back. Already had her twice last night.”

Shit. Jungkook’s grip tightens, nostrils flaring, and you know all he sees is red. (Also, Jimin is lying—you only went one round last night.)

Either Jungkook's been seeing a therapist, or Jimin's guardian angel just pulled a miracle, because instead of committing murder, Jungkook doesn’t say anything and just continues his march to the exit.

You turn, wave goodbye, shouting across the dance floor, “Bye, Jiminie! I’ll see you in a few months.”

Jungkook pushes through the doors, brisk air hitting your face instantly, tossing the bouncer a couple thousand won for what you assume was his price for getting to cut the entry line. He drags you towards his sleek BMW, arms coming up on either side of you, palms flat against the car door, trapping you.

You try and ignore his gaze, but his pointer finger juts out to force you to look at him. His eyes slowly trail over your outfit. “Cute outfit. Is this for me, or for him to take off?”

Your pussy tingles in excitement. A sickly sweet smile adorns your features. “Depends. Are you really, really done with her?”

His head drops to your shoulder before looking back up at the sky. “How many times do I have to tell you? Should I get it tattooed? Skywriting? Billboard on the highway?”

“Tell me I have better pussy than hers,” you pout petulantly, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Of course you do, baby,” He kisses the crown of your head, then your cheek. “I never even touched her. I wouldn’t even dream of it, you know that.”

“You better not be lying, Jeon Jungkook.”

He's probably telling the truth, but making him sweat is half the fun.

He sniffs your hair, smells your neck, before frowning and pulling away. “You smell like him, baby. Gotta fix that.”

“Oh no, however will we solve this problem, Kookie?” you ask innocently, but the answer’s already written in the stars.

His hand slides up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “You know how.”

His mouth crashes onto yours, sloppy and wet, like he’s trying to erase any trace of Jimin from your lips. His other hand grips your waist, pulling you flush against him.

Your nimble fingers tangle in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan into your mouth. He tastes like mint and whiskey—your weakness.

“Mine,” he mutters against your lips.

You smile, running your thumb across his lip piercing. “Yours.”

“Good.” His eyes snap open, twinkling with arousal. “Now, get on your fucking knees. We’re gonna erase the taste of Park Jimin’s cock out of your mouth.”

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[jkwrites-m]

Just a Dent, Baby

Pairing: tattoo artist!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: smut, strangers to lovers

Word Count: 8.9k

Summary: You dented his ride- only fair you ride him next.

Warnings: MDNI, Explicit, 18+, smut, strangers-to-lovers, meet-cute, strong language, cocky!jungkook, car accident, light alcohol consumption, courtroom/settlement motif, sexual tension, flirty banter, explicit: consensual, multiple smut scenes!, dirty talk, making out, grinding/dry humping, oral (m. & f. receiving), munch!jungkook, fingering, clit play, breast play, handjob, spanking, hair pulling, edging, slight somnophilia (consensual!), unprotected sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms

A/N: enjoy this requested one shot 🫶 it was such a fun prompt to write and it’s majority smut (a little too much 🫩)

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Wednesday afternoon

You don't hear the dent so much as you feel it- an embarrassed tremor through the steering wheel, a tiny kiss against the black bumper in front of you. It’s the smallest nudge. It’s also the loudest mistake of your week.

“Shit,” you breathe, forehead pressing to your hands on the wheel. You glance up at the security camera, as if it might hand you a do-over.

The Lotte World Mall garage hums around you: tires on concrete, a distant laugh that bounces off painted pillars, the soft whir of the elevator cycling somewhere near the atrium. You put the car in park and climb out, heart thudding. The other car is sleek, well-loved, the finish a dark promise. The scuff you’ve left looks like a fingerprint someone won’t stop seeing.

You wait.

You rehearse lines. Insurance, exchange contact, be an adult. Your HR brain wants to file an incident report with yourself.

Footsteps approach, boot soles on concrete. You look up.

He walks out of the shadow like the garage ordered him- black tee soft on a lean frame, chain catching fluorescent light, silver rings stacked and unapologetic. Ear-length dark hair skims his jaw in a near-mullet that should not look that good. Tattoos lace his forearm in clean linework, and across his hand- heart, symbols, the letters on his knuckles that make your pulse hitch before you read them: A R M Y.

He takes in the scene, then you. He smiles like he knows the ending already.

“You okay there, pretty girl?” he asks, voice low, warm with Seoul night.

You straighten. “I- yeah. I… tapped your car. Tiny tap. Microscopic. Like a mosquito bite. I’m so sorry.”

He walks to the bumper, crouches, turns his head. When he glances up again, there’s a grin curving into something wicked. “Your mosquito’s got strong feelings.”

“I have insurance,” you rush. “We can do it by the book.”

“By the book?” He stands, closing the small distance, not too close, just close enough for citrus and cedar to slip under your nerves. His hand tattoos flex as he taps the scuff. “I own a tattoo studio, not a repair shop. But I negotiate all day.”

“Negotiate what?”

He looks at you like it’s obvious. “Terms.”

You blink. “Terms?”

“Dinner.” He shrugs. “I’ll pay. Your fee is just… showing up and sitting across from me.”

Your laugh escapes, surprised and scandalized by how much you want to say yes. “That’s extortion.”

“That’s generosity,” he counters, eyes dancing. “I’m Jungkook.”

“Y/N.” You swallow. “Are you always this-”

“Honest? Efficient? Distractingly handsome?” His smile goes boyish for a beat. “Got a pen, baby? Or you want my number in your phone?”

Heat kisses your cheeks. “Fine. Number.” You unlock your phone. “Spell Jungkook?”

“Or I can text you first.” He’s already typing your number on his, thumbs quick, rings gleaming. Your hands tremble slightly. He notices and notches a step back, making more space like it’s second nature.

“Hey.” His voice drops. “You waited. Most people would’ve left a note that says ‘Good luck’ and a fake number.”

“I’m not most people.”

“Good.” He nods toward the elevator. “Walk with me? I’ll pay for your parking as a court fee.”

“You’re really committing to this legal metaphor,” you murmur, falling into step. He keeps a respectful half pace beside you, eyes on your path more than your face, like he’s scanning for slick oil or lurking creeps.

“Stay close,” he says, easy but firm. “Garage creeps are a thing.”

“I can handle myself.”

“I have no doubt,” he says, glancing down at your shoes and smiling like they pass inspection. “Still. Humor me.”

At the payment kiosk, he pulls his wallet before you can reach for yours. His silver rings flash as he taps the card.

“Court fee,” he says.

“But-”

“Dinner’s on me too. Your only payment,” he leans in slightly, “is your company.”

The brush of his fingers as he hands you the validated ticket is a clean, electric line down your spine.

“Don’t look so worried,” he adds with a crooked grin. “I’m an excellent settlement.”

“Cocky.”

“Confident.” He tips his head toward the elevator. “Come on, baby.”

You manage not to melt at the nickname. Barely.

The elevator doors open, chrome reflecting both of you: his black tee and careless grace, your office slacks and lingering nerves. The mirror turns you into a pair even though you’re not. Your eyes meet his in the reflection.

“You look like you want to bolt,” he says softly.

“I look like I want to survive the paperwork.”

“Tell you what.” He leans back against the wall, arms crossed, tattoos a map across sinew. “We’ll text. You can vet me like a candidate. Background check my Instagram. Ask me what my SWOT analysis is.”

“Do you… have one?”

“Strengths: flirting. Weaknesses: pretty girls who dent my car. Opportunities: Friday. Threats: none, unless you hate good food.” He smirks. “What do you say?”

The elevator dings. The doors glide open to the atrium glow and the sound of kids laughing near the carousel. You step out together, and the mall air feels too bright, too ordinary for the way your blood is moving.

“So what do you even like to eat?” you ask, arching a brow.

He pockets his hands, rings catching the light. “Baby, I eat what I want.”

You roll your eyes. “That sounds dangerous.”

He grins, voice dropping just enough to curl heat into your stomach. “Dangerous for anyone who doesn’t want to be eaten.”

Something in you goes loose at the way he says it- casual and certain and safe. He takes a step backward, toward the corridor.

“Friday, Y/N,” he says. “Wear whatever you want me to ruin.”

You make a sound that is only barely a laugh, because your knees feel unreliable. “You can’t say things like that in public.”

“I can.” He winks. “I will.”

“Text me the place,” you manage.

He salutes with two fingers from his temple, spins lazy, and disappears into the flow of shoppers.

The mall hums on like nothing happened. You stand there too long, ticket clutched in hand, trying not to replay the smirk, the easy way he called you pretty girl, the silver glint of his rings against your wrist.

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Hours later, at home, you’re still replaying it. Your laptop glows with unanswered emails, a cold mug of tea sweats on your desk, and your phone sits face down like it’s taunting you. You pick it up. The screen is blank. No new messages.

You almost laugh. Did you hallucinate him? Did you dent some stranger’s car and then dream up the hottest man in Seoul just to cope?

Your phone buzzes. You jump.

The notification lights up your screen: Unknown Number.

Unknown Number: Hi, Pretty Girl Who Allegedly Assaulted My Car. This is the victim. - Jungkook

Y/N: Allegedly?

Jungkook: Yeah. Until proven guilty. Trial’s Friday.

Y/N: …Are you always this dramatic?

Jungkook: Dramatic? No. Charming? Yes.

Y/N: Self-proclaimed charming isn’t a great look.

Jungkook: Lucky for me, you’ve already seen the good looks. The charm’s just bonus content.

Y/N: You’re ridiculous.

Jungkook: And yet you’re still texting back. I’ll take that as you’re interested.

Y/N: This is me being polite.

Jungkook: Polite looks a lot like “smiling at her screen in the parking lot.”

Y/N: You don’t know that.

Jungkook: I do. Mirror told me. You looked at me the same way on the elevator.

Y/N: You’re full of yourself.

Jungkook: Full of good taste, baby. Don’t mix those up.

Jungkook: Friday, 7:30. I’ll pick a spot. Don’t bring your wallet. Your payment is just showing up, pretty girl.

Y/N: Wow, generous.

Jungkook: Right? You’re welcome.

Y/N: Fine. But if this is some trick to scam free dinner, I’m reporting you to mall security.

Jungkook: They already banned me once for being too handsome in the food court. I’ll risk it.

Y/N: Goodnight, Jungkook.

Jungkook: Sweet dreams, pretty girl. Don’t dream about anyone else. Temporary contract clause.

Y/N: That’s not how contracts work.

Jungkook: Then sue me. But only after dinner.

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Friday night

Seongsu glitters with café signs and quiet energy, that blend of industrial grit and boutique polish that makes the district feel alive. Neon soaks the street edges.

You spot him first- leaning against the front of a small café, black shirt tucked into slouchy trousers, chain catching the streetlight. He’s scrolling his phone, one hand in his pocket, the other dangling silver rings. His tattoos crawl up his forearm in clean geometry, visible even under the dim light.

And then he looks up. And that grin- sharp, easy, like he knew you’d show up anyway- lands directly on you.

“Pretty girl,” he greets, pushing off the wall. “On time. I like that.”

“You don’t know that,” you shoot back, brushing hair behind your ear. “For all you know, I was about to ghost.”

“Nah.” He falls into step beside you, hands sliding back into his pockets. “If you were gonna ghost, you’d have left me fake digits in the garage. You’re too decent for that.”

“Decent?” you echo.

“Sexy and decent,” he clarifies, smirking. “Dangerous combo.”

Inside, the café glows warm, shelves stacked with vinyl records, candles flickering on each table. He gestures for you to sit, then beats you to it- pulling the chair out smoothly, mock-formal.

“Chivalry?” you tease.

“Flirting,” he corrects. “I like watching you blush when you don’t know how to respond.”

You roll your eyes, but he notices anyway- the pink across your cheeks.

Menus arrive. He doesn’t open his.

“You’re not looking?” you ask.

“I already know what I want.” His gaze slides across the table, shameless. “It’s not on the menu.”

Your stomach flips. You fight to steady your voice. “You’re really leaning into the whole cocky thing.”

“Leaning?” He leans back in his chair, stretching out like he owns the place. “Baby, I’m sprinting.”

You’re half-laughing, half-pressing your thighs together under the table.

The waitress sets down waters before the coffee. He catches her glance at him and doesn’t even look away- he just tilts his head at you. “See? Even she knows I’m trouble. But you’re still here. You must like trouble.”

“I tolerate it,” you mutter.

“Bullshit.” His grin widens. “You’re eating it up.”

Your cheeks betray you again, warmth flooding your face.

The drinks arrive. You order a latte. He orders an americano, black, no hesitation.

“Figures,” you murmur.

“What does that mean?”

“Strong. Bitter. Uncomplicated.”

He sips, eyes glinting over the rim. “Baby, I’m not uncomplicated.”

Your latte suddenly feels too hot to drink.

Food arrives- a ridiculous oversized cookie that you ordered half-joking. He breaks a piece off without asking, pops it into his mouth, and hums dramatically.

“Not bad,” he says. “But I’ve had sweeter.”

You give him a flat look. “Do you rehearse these lines?”

“Nope.” He flashes a grin. “I just say whatever makes you bite your lip like that.”

Your cheeks burn hot. You look down at your latte, trying to hide the smile that betrays you anyway. Your eyes dart down. He catches it, leans in. 

“Careful, baby. You bite your lip like that again and I’ll take it as consent to put my mouth on you right here. You sitting across from me. Which means I win.”

Your latte suddenly feels too hot to touch. “You don’t win anything.”

He leans forward, elbows on the table, rings catching in the candlelight. “I win your company, pretty girl. That’s enough.”

Your heart trips. He’s so bold, so shameless- but underneath it, so matter-of-fact, like he’s not playing a game. Like he means every word.

By the time you’re done, you’ve laughed more than you expected- at his cocky stories, at the way he dramatizes the barista calling his name, at how effortlessly he turns every topic into something suggestive. The tension thrums between you, threaded through with amusement, attraction, heat.

When the bill comes, he doesn’t even give you the chance. Wallet out, card tapped, receipt tucked away before you can argue. His hand finds your lower back as you step outside, steering you through the crowd with casual possessiveness that makes your pulse stumble.

“I should head back to my studio,” he says casually, voice low near your ear. “Forgot I left some sketches out- big emergency.”

You arch a brow. “Sketches? At eleven p.m.?”

“Yeah, dangerous if they’re unsupervised.” He smirks, clearly not trying hard to sell the lie. “You should come. Help me make sure the pencils don’t start trouble.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Mm. And you’re gorgeous. So I win again.” His fingers brush yours as he leads the way.

His eyes flick over you, warm and wicked. “But if you say no, I’ll just end up texting you until three in the morning. Your choice, pretty girl.”

You hesitate a fraction too long. He notices, tilts his head. “You trust me?”

You exhale. “Yeah.”

He grins, like he just won a bet. “Good answer.”

The walk to his studio is short, just a few quiet blocks. You feel the warmth of his hand hovering near yours, not quite touching. The air between you thrums.

When you reach the studio, he unlocks the glass door and pulls it open for you with a soft creak. Inside, the studio hums quiet- sterile and clean, with faint sage in the air, the scent of ink and antiseptic lingering. Sketches line the walls- delicate fine-line florals, bold blackwork tigers, cursive lettering, geometric designs. The place feels like him- sharp edges, careful lines, and something warm beneath it all.

“Welcome to my church,” he says, tossing his keys onto the counter. “And tonight, baby, you’re the only thing worth worshipping.”

Your laugh stumbles out, shaky. “You’re impossible.”

“Mm, not impossible.” He steps closer, shadows deepening the tattoos on his arm, voice dropping sly. “Just thinking about all the ways I could get you on your knees in here.”

Heat shoots through your stomach. “You- you can’t just- ”

“Tell you what I’m thinking?” His mouth curls into a smirk. “Baby, I’m holding back.”

Before you can respond, he’s closing the gap, rings cold against your waist as he presses you back against the counter. His mouth finds yours in a kiss that’s instantly hungry- teeth, tongue, the taste of americano still lingering on him. His hands slide under your shirt, bold, palms hot against your skin.

You gasp into him, and he groans like it’s a reward.

“You blush so easy, pretty girl,” he murmurs between kisses, teeth grazing your lower lip. “I get hard just watching you try to hide it. Makes me wanna wreck you just to see how much deeper I can get that color on your cheeks.”

Your knees buckle, and his hand shoots down to steady you- rings biting lightly against your thigh as his grip tightens.

“Up,” he orders softly, coaxing you onto the edge of the counter. “Let me have you right here.”

You hesitate, the words catching in your throat. “Jungkook-”

He stills instantly, eyes searching yours. “Too much?”

The way he stops, the patience under the filth, makes you ache. You swallow. “Not too much. Just… I’m not ready to do that yet.”

He tilts his head, grin slow and wicked. “Then what do you want, pretty girl?”

Your voice shakes but you say it anyway. “I want to do something for you.”

The words hit him like a physical blow. His grin breaks into a groan. “Fuck, baby. You have no idea what you just did to me.”

He leans back just long enough to tug his belt open, button flicked, zipper down. His cock is hard already, straining against black briefs. Your breath hitches at the sight.

“You’re staring,” he teases, voice rough. “Like you’ve been waiting all week.” 

“Goddamn- look at you,” he rasps. “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this. Mouth open, waiting for me.”

“Shut up,” you mutter, sliding off the counter to your knees anyway.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he praises as you free him from his briefs, hard and heavy in your hand. “Fuck, you look good down there.”

His groan rumbles deep. One ringed hand finds the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair. Not forcing- just guiding, holding, reverent.

You glance up, lashes fluttering, and his jaw clenches like he’s fighting not to lose it.

Your tongue circles the tip first, tasting salt and heat, before sliding your mouth around him. He groans, low and unrestrained, hips twitching forward.

“Baby… shit. You take me so well.” His free hand grips the counter, rings glinting under the studio lights. “Fuck, look at you- so pretty with your mouth full of me.”

You work him slow at first, teasing, pulling back just to lick along the vein, then sinking deeper until his breath stutters. His dirty talk pours like honey, low and relentless.

“Jesus- baby, you feel unreal. That mouth- fuck- it’s like you were made for me. Just like that- you’re killing me, baby.”

You hum around him, and he loses it, groaning loud, bucking shallowly into your throat. His dirty talk comes fast, rough, spilling out like he can’t stop himself.

“Yeah, just like that- take it deeper. Fuck, I can see your lips stretch around me- shit- you’re so good, so fucking good. Look at me, pretty girl. Eyes on me while you ruin me.”

Your jaw aches, your lips stretched, but the way he looks at you- tattoos shifting with each flex of muscle, sweat starting to bead at his temple- makes you want to push further.

His groans climb, raw, urgent. “Baby, I’m- shit- I’m gonna-”

You sink deeper, throat tightening around him, gag muffled as your eyes water. His hips jerk and a strangled curse tears out of him. The sound is filthy, desperate.

“Holy fuck- yes, baby, take it- fuck- you look so good choking on me.” His hand fists in your hair, not pulling, just holding, trembling with restraint as you bob again, spit slicking your chin.

Your eyes flutter up, watery but defiant, and he growls, grip in your hair tightening.

“Fuck- you’re gonna make me cum so fast- God, baby, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.” His abs tighten, thighs flexing as his breath tears ragged from his chest. “Shit- gonna cum- fuck, you’re perfect, swallow every drop, pretty girl-”

His release spills hot across your tongue, and he curses loud, voice breaking as his hips jerk. He holds your head steady, eyes locked on yours, then pulls back gently, thumb brushing your cheek with surprising tenderness.

“Jesus Christ,”, chest heaving. “I swear, I’ll never recover from that.” he breathes, grinning through ragged breaths. “I owe every goddamn god for sending you into my bumper.”

You wipe your mouth, cheeks burning, and he tips your chin up, kissing you soft- contrasting his dirty talk with tenderness.

“Water,” he says immediately, fetching a bottle, then shrugging his hoodie off and draping it over your shoulders.

You tug it closer. “Always taking care of me.”

You swat his arm, laughing, and he catches your hand, kissing your knuckles softly- contrasting his filthy mouth with the gentlest touch.

“Of course.” His eyes soften, lingering. “You’re the only part of tonight that matters.”

You don’t know what to say to that, so you just sip the water, feeling strangely safe in the cocoon of his hoodie.

The drive home is quiet, charged. When he pulls up outside your place, he leans over the console, close enough that you feel the warmth of him brush your skin.

“Try not to miss me too much, pretty girl,” he murmurs, lips curved in that devastating grin. “But if you do… just know I’ll be thinking about your mouth every second until I see you again.”

The words drop like a stone in your stomach, heat rushing through you as he pulls back, casual like he didn’t just ruin your night in the best way.

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Saturday, 1:28 AM, after date

Jungkook: Next Saturday. My place. No “court” this time. Just sentencing.

A photo follows- his tattooed hand, two silver rings missing.

Jungkook: Bring these back to me.

Your pulse jumps. You tug at the hoodie around you, only to feel the cold weight of his rings in the pocket.

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Monday, 9:12 AM

Jungkook: Morning, pretty girl. Just checking if my hoodie misses me or if it’s decided you look better in it.

Y/N: It’s thriving. Very happy here.

Jungkook: Figures. Everything looks happier on you.

A pause.

Jungkook: Including me.

Your stomach flips. It’s too early for him to be saying things like that.

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Tuesday, 2:37 PM

Jungkook: What are you wearing today?

Y/N: Work clothes.

Jungkook: So… a skirt I’ll eventually have to push up, or pants I’ll have to get you out of?

Y/N: Neither. Slacks.

Jungkook: Mmm. Professional. Can’t wait to get my hands under those.

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Wednesday, 10:04 PM

Jungkook: You like teasing me, don’t you?

Y/N: I didn’t say anything!

Jungkook: Baby, you don’t have to. I can feel it through the screen. That little smirk when you type back slow. That pause when I get too dirty. You love it.

Y/N: I plead the fifth.

Jungkook: Cute. Pretending like you’re not wet just thinking about Saturday.

Y/N: You’re shameless.

Jungkook: Confident.

Jungkook: And hard. Thanks for asking!

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Thursday, 1:11 PM

Jungkook: Tell me one thing no one else knows about you. Go.

Y/N: That’s a lot of pressure??

Jungkook: Baby, I’m literally letting you choose what part of yourself I get obsessed with first.

Y/N: Okay fine. I hate mint chocolate.

Jungkook: ???

Y/N: What?

Jungkook: This is devastating. My pretty girl has bad taste.

Y/N: You asked!!

Jungkook: Yeah, but I didn’t expect heartbreak this early in our relationship.

Your pulse skips. Relationship? You don’t correct him.

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Thursday, 11:48 PM, same night 

Jungkook: Can’t stop picturing you on your knees again.

Y/N: Jungkook.

Jungkook: Don’t “Jungkook” me. You said you wanted to do something for me. And fuck, baby- you did. I’ve been ruined all week.

Y/N: Stop.

Jungkook: Can’t. Every time I close my eyes, I see you choking on me. Your lips stretched, spit dripping. I swear, I almost came in the middle of my studio today just remembering it.

Your phone buzzes again.

Jungkook: Want me to send proof?

Your heart jumps.

Y/N: Absolutely not.

Jungkook: Objection. You can’t deny evidence in court, pretty girl.

Y/N: You’re insane.

Jungkook: Insanely hard for you. That counts, right?

Your thighs press together before you can stop them.

Jungkook: What about you? Been touching yourself thinking about me?

You stare at the screen, heat climbing your neck.

Y/N: That’s none of your business.

Jungkook: Baby, if you said yes, I’d tell you exactly how I want you to do it.

Jungkook: Fingers deep. My name spilling out. Hoodie on. Rings in your hand so you don’t forget who they belong to.

Your breath catches.

Y/N: You’re too much.

Jungkook: You like it.

Y/N: Goodnight, Jungkook.

Jungkook: Sweet dreams. Hope I’m in them. Naked. Hard.

Jungkook: Or at least wearing that damn hoodie I gave you while you touch yourself.

Your hand trembles. You throw your phone face down, pulse racing.

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Friday, 7:23 AM

Jungkook: One more day. You ready for me?

Y/N: You’re acting like you’re about to go to war.

Jungkook: I am. And you’re the battlefield.

Y/N: That makes no sense??

Jungkook: Makes sense when you’re underneath me.

Y/N: You’re incorrigible.

Jungkook: Big word. Can you moan it on Saturday?

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Saturday, 10:09 AM

Jungkook: Countdown: 12 hours.

A photo follows: a mirror shot, low angle. He’s in black sweats slung indecently low on his hips, shirtless, abs cut and gleaming faintly in the morning light. His phone hides part of his face, but his smirk is unmistakable in the reflection. Silver rings flash as his free hand tugs the waistband down just enough to tease dark hair, tattoos on his arm stark against his skin.

Jungkook: Baby, don’t keep me waiting. My hand’s not nearly as fun as your mouth.

Your breath stutters, stomach twisting hot.

Y/N: Jungkook.

Jungkook: Mm?

Y/N: You shouldn’t send me things like this.

Jungkook: Shouldn’t? You love it. I can practically see you squirming.

Y/N: It’s indecent.

Jungkook: So is what I’m gonna do to you tonight. This is just the trailer.

Your chest tightens, anticipation winding hot in your veins, his cocky smirk burned into your vision no matter how many times you blink.

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Saturday night

The door to his apartment clicks shut behind you, and Jungkook doesn’t even pretend he’s not watching you. His eyes drag over your outfit like you’re the only thing that matters, tattoos shifting when he crosses his arms.

“Fuck,” he says simply, head tipping back as if it’s unfair. “Baby, you’re trying to kill me.”

You laugh, suddenly aware of every inch of yourself. “It’s just clothes.”

“No.” His grin is slow, dangerous. “It’s you in them. That’s the problem.”

You follow him into the apartment. It’s tidy, cleaner than you expected for a tattoo artist bachelor pad- dark walls, scattered art books, a small record player in the corner, the faint smell of cedar and ink clinging to everything.

“Hungry?” he asks, dropping his keys on the counter.

“Starving.”

“Perfect.” He grabs his wallet and gestures to the door. “Convenience store’s down the block. I’m not letting my pretty girl go hungry before I ruin her life.”

You swat his arm, blushing, but follow him.

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The convenience store is bright, aisles lined with ramen cups, snacks stacked to the ceiling. Jungkook’s hand finds the small of your back as you step inside, warm and casual, but his thumb strokes lazily like he’s staking a claim.

He moves down the ramen aisle, scanning options like he’s hunting. “Spicy or mild?”

“Spicy.”

“Good girl.” He grabs two cups of fire ramen, tossing them into the basket.

Your stomach flips at the praise.

He adds beer, then lingers too long in the candy aisle, leaning close so his shoulder brushes yours. He picks up a chocolate bar, waves it between you. “For later.”

“For what?” you ask.

He leans closer, voice low enough only you can hear. “For when I’ve got you begging and you need sugar to get your strength back.”

Your face heats instantly. “You can’t say that here!”

“Why not?” His grin is wicked, eyes on the pink climbing your cheeks. “Half the fun’s watching you try not to blush in public.”

You shove his chest lightly. He catches your wrist and kisses the inside of it before letting go.

At the fridge section, he bends to grab a drink, his shirt riding up just enough to flash ink and a line of skin that makes your mouth dry. He catches you staring in the reflection of the glass door.

“See something you like, pretty girl?”

You spin away, flustered. “You’re unbearable.”

“And you’re drooling,” he teases, sliding an arm casually over your shoulders as he walks you to the register.

At checkout, when you reach for your wallet, he blocks you with his body, card already tapped.

“Jungkook-”

“I told you already,” he murmurs, brushing a hand down your spine. “Your company’s the only payment I want.”

The cashier glances between you, amused, but Jungkook doesn’t care- he winks as he collects the bag, fingers brushing your hip as he steers you out.

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Back at his place, he sets water to boil, moving around the kitchen with ease. You lean on the counter, watching the muscles in his back shift under his shirt as he stirs. He glances over his shoulder, catches you staring, and grins.

“You’re watching me like I’m dinner instead of the ramen.”

“Maybe I am.” The words slip out before you can stop them.

His grin sharpens, wolfish. “Careful, baby. Say shit like that and I’ll skip straight to dessert.”

You eat together perched at his small table, knees brushing under the surface. Every time your leg shifts, his presses back- deliberate, lingering. His fingers brush yours when he hands you chopsticks, when he slides the chocolate bar across the table, when he clears the bowls after.

By the time he pulls two beers from the fridge, the air between you is hot and heavy with something unsaid.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, patting the couch.

You sit, nerves jangling. He drops down beside you, thigh pressed firmly against yours.

“Relax,” he says softly, sliding an arm along the back of the couch until his fingers skim your shoulder. “I don’t bite.” His eyes flick down to your mouth, then back up. “Unless you ask.”

Your breath hitches. “You’re staring at me,” you whisper.

“Yeah.” He leans in, voice lower, teasing. “You’re gorgeous. You’re nervous. And you’re sitting here pretending you don’t want me to kiss you.”

Before you can argue, his lips brush yours- soft at first, testing. Then hungrier when you gasp. His hand slides to the back of your neck, guiding you closer.

The kiss deepens, wet and messy, tongues sliding, teeth scraping. You whimper when his thumb strokes under your jaw, and he groans like he’s starving.

He shifts, pressing you back into the couch, his body heavy over yours. His hips grind down and you feel him- hard through denim, pressing right against you.

“Fuck,” he growls into your mouth. “You feel that, baby? That’s what you do to me.”

Your hands clutch at his shirt, dragging him closer. He rocks against you again, slow, deliberate. Heat pools between your thighs, and the friction pulls a broken sound from your throat.

“Shit- don’t stop,” you gasp.

“Not planning on it,” he rasps, kissing you deeper. His hand slides under your shirt, palm hot against your waist, dragging you closer as he grinds harder.

The couch creaks under the rhythm, his hips rolling down with filthy precision. Each grind rubs you right where you need it, fabric dragging against your clit until you’re gasping into his mouth.

“Fuck, baby- you’re soaking through. I can feel how wet you are, even with all these layers.” His voice is wrecked, hips snapping harder. “You’re gonna make a mess all over me, aren’t you?”

Your nails dig into his shoulders, every grind sending sparks through your body. His teeth nip your throat, then soothe the spot with his tongue.

“Say it,” he growls, rocking into you again. “Say you want it.”

“I- fuck- want it,” you whimper, the words torn from your throat.

“That’s my girl.” His breath is hot in your ear. “Grinding on me like this, soaking me through- shit, I could cum just like this.”

The pace builds, frantic, desperate. Your moans mix with his curses, the air thick with sweat and need. His hand tangles in your hair, pulling your mouth back to his for another brutal kiss as he ruts against you, both of you riding the edge.

Your body trembles, thighs clenching around him, every drag of his cock through denim against your core making you ache.

“Fuck,” he pants, forehead pressed to yours. “I swear, baby, if I don’t get inside you soon I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.”

The words punch through you, hot and dizzying. His hips grind again, harder, dragging another whimper from you as the couch groans under the two of you tangled, messy, desperate.

And then- he pulls back just enough, lips swollen, grin wicked.Your back digs into the couch, his hips grinding hard between your thighs, the world shrinking to heat and need and his filthy mouth in your ear.

“Fuck, pretty girl- you’re soaking me through,” Jungkook growls, rutting against you like he can’t stop. “All this just from my cock rubbing you through your clothes? God, you’re needy. I love it.”

He doesn’t waste time. Your shirt and bra vanish in a blur of greedy hands, his mouth closing hungrily over your nipple while his palm teases the other, rolling the sensitive bud until you’re moaning.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes, hands cupping your breasts, thumbs rolling your nipples through the thin lace. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Bet these are sensitive, huh? Look at you- already arching for me.”

You moan when his mouth replaces his hands, tongue circling, sucking your nipple until you’re gasping. His other hand kneads the other breast, rough and greedy.

“Jungkook- please-”

“Please what?” He switches sides, biting gently before soothing with his tongue. “Say it, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“Touch me.”

“Oh, I’m gonna do a lot more than that.”

Then he’s sliding lower, tugging your jeans and panties off in one swift move. His rings are icy against your inner thighs as he spreads you open, groaning when he sees how wet you are.

“Fuck. Look at you. Dripping for me. My pretty girl’s pussy is begging.”

Then his mouth is on you.

His tongue drags a long, obscene stripe up your slit, pausing to circle your clit slowly, deliberately. The sound he makes is guttural, vibrating straight into your core. “Taste so fucking good. Sweetest thing I’ve ever had.”

He eats you like a man starved. His mouth moves everywhere- tongue plunging inside you, curling deep, then flicking fast across your clit until your thighs tremble around his head. When you try to move, he pins your hips down, rings biting lightly into your skin, grinding his mouth harder against your swollen bud.

“Fuck- Jungkook-”

“That’s it, baby. Moan for me. God, I could spend hours right here, tongue-fucking you till you forget your own name.”

You cry out when he groans against you, the vibration sparking through your clit. His lips wrap around it, sucking hard, tongue flicking mercilessly.

Two fingers slide inside you, curling instantly against that spot that makes your back arch off the couch. He pumps them rough and steady, tongue never leaving your clit, spit slicking everywhere. Your thighs clamp around his head, hips rolling helplessly against his mouth.

You’re gasping, breaking, about to lose it-

And he doesn’t stop. Even when you whimper and tug weakly at his hair, his tongue presses harder, his fingers pounding deeper until your vision whites out and your orgasm tears through you. You sob his name, body shaking, thighs trembling around his head.

He pulls back slowly, licking his lips, chin glistening, eyes black with hunger. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” he growls. “I’ll be thinking about that every time I look at my hands.”

You barely catch your breath before he’s tugging his jeans down, cock springing free- thick, veined, flushed red. You wrap a hand around him instinctively, stroking, but he stops you, grip firm around your wrist.

“Shit- yeah, baby, that feels good-” His hand catches your wrist suddenly, stopping your strokes. His eyes lock on yours, wild, desperate. “But not tonight. I need to be inside you.”

Your breath hitches. “Jungkook-”

“Please,” he rasps, lining himself up as he presses your thighs apart. “I’ve been hard since the fucking garage. I can’t wait anymore.”

He pushes in slowly, stretching you inch by inch until he bottoms out. Both of you moan, foreheads pressed together, the air heavy with sweat and curses.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, hips stuttering. “You’re so tight- gripping me like you were made for my cock. Jesus, baby- I’m never letting you go.”

He starts slow, deep thrusts that drag along every nerve. You moan loud, clutching his shoulders.

“That’s it,” he pants, picking up the pace. “Take it all. God, you feel so fucking good.”

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles until you’re writhing. He kisses you messily, tongue tangling, teeth nipping. His thrusts slam harder, faster, his cock hitting deep, the couch groaning under his weight. You’re close, moaning his name like a prayer.

“Cum for me,” he growls, teeth sinking into your shoulder. “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.”

You shatter, crying out, walls pulsing around him. His curse rips through the air, hips jerking harder as he fucks you through it.

“Turn over,” he orders, flipping you onto your hands and knees before you can catch your breath. He kneels behind you, spreading your ass, groaning at the sight.

“Fuck. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He slams into you, the new angle brutal, his balls slapping your clit with every thrust. His hand cracks against your ass, making you yelp.

“Jungkook- fuck-”

“Yeah, baby, take it. Take all of me.” His hand cracks across your ass, making you yelp. “You love it, don’t you? Love me using you like this.”

“Yes- fuck- yes-”

“That’s my girl.” He grabs your hair, pulling your head back so you arch. “God, I wish you could see yourself. Taking my cock so deep, dripping down your thighs. Fuck, I’m obsessed.”

“Fuck- Jungkook- please-”

“Please what?” He yanks your hair back so your spine arches. “Say it. Tell me what you need.”

“Want to cum- please-”

He grins darkly, fucking you even harder. “Yeah? Beg for it.”

“Please- please let me- fuck- I’m so close-”

“Good girl.” His thrusts grow punishing, hitting so deep your vision blurs. You’re about to fall apart, high-pitched moans spilling out-

And he pulls out suddenly, leaving you clenching around nothing.

You collapse forward with a broken cry. “Jungkook-”

He smacks your ass, soothing the sting with his palm. “Not yet, baby. I want to watch you fall apart when I’m looking in your eyes.”

He drops onto the couch, cock slick and hard, eyes locked on you.

“Ride me,” he orders, voice gravel. “Show me how much you want it.”

You straddle him, sinking down, both of you groaning at the stretch. His hands grip your hips, guiding you as you bounce, breasts bouncing with each thrust. He leans forward, sucking your nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing, tongue circling.

“God- you’re fucking heaven. My pretty girl, riding me like she was born for it.”

You grind against him, clit dragging on his pubic bone with every move. His hands guide you, squeezing your ass, bouncing you harder, faster.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me. God, you’re soaking me.” He sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, teeth scraping, tongue circling until you cry out.

You brace on his shoulders, bouncing faster, every thrust sending shocks through your body. His cock drags deep, hitting perfectly, his filth pouring into your ear.

“Look at you- tits bouncing, pussy clenching- fuck- you’re so fucking hot like this. I’m gonna cum just watching you.”

“Jungkook- fuck- I can’t-?”

“Yes, you can.” His thumb finds your clit, rubbing hard as he pounds up into you from below. “Cum for me. Cum all over my cock.”

Your orgasm rips through you, thighs shaking, nails digging into his shoulders. He groans, holding you down as he slams up, fucking you through it.

“God- fuck- gonna fill you up- make you mine-” His hips snap fast, frantic. “Say it, pretty girl. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours- fuck- I’m yours-”

He groans, spilling deep inside you with a broken curse, grinding into you until every drop is buried. His mouth crushes yours in a messy kiss as both of you fall apart.

You collapse against his chest, bodies shaking, sweat slick. His arms wrap around you tight, lips pressing to your hair.

“Three times,” he whispers against your ear, grinning even as he pants. “You’re perfect.”

And the best part? You already want more.

Your body is limp against his, skin sticky, thighs trembling. The apartment is quiet except for the hum of the AC and the ragged sound of your breaths mingling.

Jungkook presses a kiss to your temple, then your jaw, then down your neck as if he can’t stop himself. His hand smooths down your hair, thumb brushing your cheek.

“Water,” he mutters, shifting up before you can argue. He disappears to the kitchen and comes back with a bottle, pressing it to your lips until you drink. Then he’s tugging the blanket over both of you, pulling you into his chest.

“You okay?” he asks softly, eyes searching yours.

You nod, too wrung out to speak.

He grins, cocky but softer now. “Good. Sleep, pretty girl. I’ll keep watch.”

You almost laugh, but the weight of exhaustion drags you under before you can.

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Sunday morning

The next thing you know, sunlight is warming your face, the room hazy with morning light. You stretch, body sore in the best way, only to freeze when you feel it- warmth between your thighs. You’re somehow in his bedroom.

“Jungkook-” Your voice breaks on his name, half-gasp, half-warning.

He’s already there, head buried between your legs, tongue sliding through your folds slow and deliberate. His tattooed hand presses your hips down when you try to jerk away.

“Morning, baby,” he murmurs against your clit before sucking it into his mouth. “Best alarm clock you’ll ever have.”

You groan, tossing your head back. “Oh my god-”

He hums, the vibration making your thighs shake. Two fingers slide inside you, pumping lazy but deep, curling just right.

“You’re already wet,” he teases, voice muffled. “Dreaming about me? Fuck, you don’t even need time to recover, do you?”

“Jungkook- please-”

He pulls back just enough to grin up at you, lips shiny with you. “Please what? Want me to make you cum before breakfast?”

Your only answer is a broken moan when he sucks your clit again, tongue flicking as his fingers thrust harder.

You’re already close, hips grinding helplessly into his face. He eats you slowly, savoring, until you’re gasping, cumming again with his name spilling from your lips.

He doesn’t stop.

By the time he finally climbs over you, sliding his cock through your slick folds, you’re shaking, begging.

“Shh,” he soothes, lining up, pressing in slow, deep. His cock stretches you inch by inch until you’re full, the thick drag making your toes curl. He kisses your cheek, his breath warm. “Just relax. Gonna fuck you nice and easy, pretty girl. Morning sex is lazy sex.”

His hips rock against you, slow and steady, every thrust measured, grinding deep instead of fast. You whimper at the fullness, the way he settles inside you like he belongs there. He holds your leg open with one tattooed hand, fingers splayed wide, the silver of his rings glinting in the sunlight. His other hand drifts down, tracing lazy circles on your clit, teasing until you squirm.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. He leans down to kiss you soft this time, lips lingering, tongues sliding slow and sweet instead of hungry. “Cum for me again. Give me one more before coffee.”

The intimacy burns hotter than last night’s frenzy. His eyes stay locked on yours, dark and heavy, like he’s memorizing every twitch of your body under him.

You gasp, nails dragging down his back as he grinds into you. Each slow thrust drags over your walls, hitting that perfect spot again and again, his cock so deep you feel dizzy. His voice breaks when he moans in your ear, and the sound alone makes your body tighten around him.

“Fuck- yeah, squeeze me like that, baby,” he groans, kissing along your jaw. “You love it slow, don’t you? Love feeling me take my time with your pussy.”

Your back arches, a broken whimper spilling out as his thumb circles harder on your clit. Heat curls low in your stomach, winding tighter, pulling you under.

“That’s it,” he whispers, lips brushing your ear. “Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”

The drag, the stretch, the relentless pressure builds until it breaks. You sob his name, thighs trembling as your orgasm rips through you, clenching around him so tight it makes him curse loud.

He groans, hips stuttering as the sensation pulls him over the edge. “Fuck- fuck, you’re perfect.” His cock pulses deep inside you, spilling hot as he grinds through it, burying himself to the hilt. His forehead drops to yours, a low growl rumbling out of him as he empties into you, holding you down against the mattress like he can’t let you go.

When it’s done, his body collapses heavy on top of yours, both of you panting into the quiet morning, limbs tangled, sweat cooling on your skin. His lips press against your temple, lazy and affectionate.

His hand strokes your thigh absently as his breath evens out. He kisses your shoulder, grinning lazy against your skin as you drift off back to sleep. 

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When you blink awake again, the room is brighter, the sheets cool where Jungkook’s body should be. For a second, panic flickers- until the door creaks open.

He walks in shirtless, hair a little messy, tray balanced in one hand.

“Look who decided to wake up,” he says, grin lazy, tattoos stark in the sunlight. “Thought I’d lost you to a coma.”

You push yourself upright against the pillows, tugging the blanket barely over your chest.

Your lips twitch. “What is that?” 

“Breakfast.” He sets the tray on your lap like it’s court evidence. Ramen steaming in a bowl, scrambled eggs, sliced fruit, and the chocolate bar from last night. He perches on the edge of the bed, smug. “A balanced diet. Carbs, protein, sugar, and me.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You cooked?”

“Don’t sound so surprised.” He picks up a strawberry, holds it to your lips. “I can do more than draw on people.”

You bite it, juice dripping, and his thumb swipes your lip before you can catch it. His eyes darken instantly.

“Messy,” he murmurs. “Good thing I like messy.”

For a few minutes, it’s almost normal- you eat a few bites of ramen, sip water, pick at the fruit. Jungkook leans back against the headboard beside you, watching you with lazy satisfaction, every now and then plucking a piece of melon or strawberry off the tray like it belongs to him.

Then, just when you’re starting to relax, the tray shifts-  almost making it tip off the bed as the mattress dips. You blink, chopsticks halfway to your mouth.

“Jungkook- what are you-”

He’s already crawling down, broad shoulders pushing your thighs apart, tray nudged higher toward your chest. Before he settles, he grips the edge of the blanket and drags it down in one smooth pull, baring you completely to his gaze.

“Much better,” he murmurs, eyes dark as they rake over you. His grin is wicked, mouth hovering just above your naked pussy.

“You eat,” he says, voice rough, hands gripping your thighs hard. “I’ll eat.”

Your breath stutters. “You’re not serious-”

“Oh, I’m dead serious.” His grin is feral. “Don’t drop the chopsticks, pretty girl.”

Then his mouth is on you.

The first lick steals your breath, hot and slow, dragging from your entrance to your clit. You jolt, chopsticks clattering against the bowl.

“Jungkook-”

“Keep eating,” he growls, tongue swirling around your clit before sucking it into his mouth. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

Your hands shake as you try to lift noodles to your lips. His tongue plunges deep inside you, and broth splashes out of the bowl and onto the tray. He laughs against your cunt, the vibration making you moan.

“God- you taste better than all this combined.” He sucks harder, two fingers sliding into you, pumping steady as his tongue works your clit. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me baby. Can’t even focus on food when my mouth’s on you, huh?”

You choke on a mouthful of ramen, hips jerking. “Jungkook- please-”

“Mm-mm.” He groans, fucking you with his fingers, curling them until your vision blurs. “Eat, pretty girl. You’re gonna need strength if you want to keep up with me today.”

Your body trembles, thighs clamping around his head as you try to chew, moaning against a bite of strawberry. He doesn’t stop, relentless, tongue and fingers working in perfect rhythm.

The tray rattles as you convulse, dropping the chopsticks completely when your orgasm slams into you, sharp and overwhelming. You sob his name, spilling over his tongue, and he groans like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

When he finally pulls back, chin slick, he grabs a piece of fruit off the tray and pops it into his mouth, licking his lips.

“Fuck,” he says, smirking. “Best breakfast I’ve ever had.”

You collapse back against the pillows, chest heaving, tray half-askew on the bed.

He leans over, kissing you messy, making sure you taste yourself on his tongue. “Eat up, baby,” he whispers against your lips. “You’ll need your strength- the trial isn’t over, and I haven’t even given closing arguments yet.”

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By the time you finish the last bite of chocolate and lick your fingers clean, Jungkook’s already watching you like you’re dessert. He takes the empty tray, sets it aside, and leans back with that lazy grin.

“Wanna shower with me, pretty girl?” His tone makes it sound like anything but innocent.

You arch a brow. “Is that an invitation?”

“It’s a summons.” His hand slides over your thigh, two fingers brushing deliberately against your pussy, testing, his grin widening when he feels the damp heat. “Still wet. Perfect.”

Your face burns, but you can’t even muster a protest before he tugs you up, lips crashing into yours.

You stumble together across the apartment, his mouth never leaving yours, hands roaming. The bathroom door bumps shut with his hip, steam already beginning to rise as he twists the handle and hot water gushes from the showerhead. He presses you against the counter long enough to kiss you dizzy before pulling you under the spray.

The bathroom fills with steam fast. He crowds you against the tiled wall, water pounding down as his mouth devours yours. The kiss is hungry, wetter than the spray above you, his tongue pressing deep, hands gripping your hips hard.

His cock grinds against you, thick and hard, dragging against your stomach as he lifts you slightly, holding you up against the wall.

“Fuck, you feel that?” he groans into your mouth. “Been hard since breakfast, baby.”

You gasp, nails raking his wet shoulders. “Jungkook-”

“Shh.” He lines up, no teasing this time, no foreplay- just pure need. With one push, he sinks inside, and the both of you moan, water sliding down your bodies.

“Jesus- so fucking tight-” He braces an arm against the wall to steady you, thrusts already deep, sloppy against the slippery tile.

It’s hot, frantic, messy. The steam fogs your vision, his wet hair plastered to his forehead, water splashing between your bodies as he pounds into you.

He slips slightly on the wet tile, a sharp curse breaking the rhythm before he catches himself with a palm to the wall. The sudden jolt makes your back slide lower against the slick tile, your gasp turning into a laugh.

“Shit- slippery,” he mutters, grinning breathlessly as he steadies you again. “Don’t die on me, pretty girl. Imagine explaining that ER visit.”

Your laugh dissolves into a moan, the sound breaking when his hips slam deeper.

“Hold onto me,” he growls. “I’ve got you.”

And he does- thrust after thrust, his cock stretching you, water making everything slick, your moans echoing against tile. His lips crash into yours again, the kiss sloppy and wet, teeth clacking when the rhythm jolts.

“Fuck- you’re incredible,” he pants, pounding harder. “So perfect- every damn part of you.”

Your climax builds fast, the heat overwhelming, the slippery slide of his cock dragging against every spot until you’re crying out, cumming hard around him, thighs trembling in his hold.

He groans, hips stuttering as you clench him tight. “Goddamn- gonna- fuck- ” His curse cuts off when he buries himself deep, spilling inside you with a broken growl, forehead pressed to yours.

Both of you stay there, water pounding down, breath heaving, clinging together until your legs stop shaking.

“Okay,” you laugh softly, voice wrecked. “Shower sex is… a hazard.”

“Worth the risk,” he murmurs, kissing your nose before setting you gently back on your feet.

You steady yourself on the wall, still catching your breath. He grins, pushing wet hair from your face.

“You know what blows my mind?” His voice is softer now, still warm with humor. “That I only met you because you hit my car. Some guy would’ve just dinged my bumper, and I’d get insurance paperwork. You dent mine and I get the most gorgeous, funny, easy-to-talk-to girl I’ve ever met.”

Your chest flutters, heat blooming. “Jungkook-”

“And,” he adds, smirking, “she also gives phenomenal head. Total jackpot.”

You smack his arm, laughing, but he only pulls you closer, kissing you again under the spray.

You smack his arm, laughing, but he only hauls you against him again, water streaming down your bodies. His lips brush your ear as he murmurs, voice low and certain:

“Best accident of my life.”

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A/N 2: i did a lil too much smut 🫩 dying at how quick our girl folds tho bc same 😭

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accidental roommates | jjk

✧ pairing dilf!jk x fem!reader

✧ rating explicit (18+)

✧ summary moving apartments is stressful and difficult enough as it is. all the planning and packing and multiple moments of rearranging furniture; all you crave is peace. yet it seemed like peace was far within reach as the owner of the apartment had left out one tiny crucial detail from the ad — a ripped tattooed adonis, coupled, with a tiny baby daughter will come as your roommate.

✧ warnings & tags roommates AU, hate to love, fluff, angst, humor, reader hooks up w. namjoon (it's very brief!), mutual pining, hurt/comfort, smut, guk is a tease, fingering, oral (f. receiving), protected sex, cowgirl, happy ending!

✧ word count 14.7k

✧ author's note this fic is a re-upload! if you've seen it before, this is why:)

For the first time since a week ago, you’re finally able to breathe for once. 

The sigh you let out is comforting and freeing. The awful ruckus of moving has caused you to roam on the streets with a lack of sleep, eye bags that can be caught from miles away and a groggy voice not daring to disappear from your vocals. 

A mess, really. 

You know it, your ex-roommate Ash knows it too and even though she and her partner are at fault here, it was bound to happen. 

You see, Ash had met Lucca through a mutual friend, the mutual friend being you and you were surprised at how well they complimented each other. 

The night they met was filled with nervous glances and flushed red cheeks due to the excitement. They both deserved each other. So, when they finally announced their relationship with you, you were more than thrilled. 

Although, after a year of them dating they had come to the conclusion of moving in together, which was a big step for their relationship and a step back for you, due to you ending back to square one and having to find an apartment yourself.  

The image of Ash’s expression when she kindly asked you to move within the next month was imprinted in your mind. She didn’t want to kick you out this way, but it was an important and big step into her relationship with Lucca, and the decision needed to be made regardless. You didn’t really have a say in this. 

Firstly, the apartment was Ash’s and in the end, it is her decision on whom she wants to share it with. 

It took you a week. 

A whole week to find the perfect place for you. 

The pictures sold the place nicely, the living room looking spacious and decorated firmly with stable furniture, and being desperate to find anything, you called the owner. The conversation went great. He was very quick on letting you get the apartment, sending you a confirmation email the day after you had agreed on the deposit. 

You were doing it, and it felt great. 

Although, your lack of sleep had been caused by the last-minute packing, having to clear out your room as quickly as possible. It was mostly because of Lucca themselves, having to move out of their sister’s loft, so the timing was indeed tight. But hey, everything turned out well even though you look like a Yeti who hasn’t been able to find a place to rest. 

It’s fine really, now you’ll be able to at least lie down before unpacking everything. 

With a trembling hand, you manage to push the code in, the door opens and you’re just about to step in when you look up and find a shirtless man in your apartment. You don’t say anything, the both of you staring each other down for a quick second before you manage to close the door, convincing yourself you’re hallucinating. 

It’s a thing, Ash had told you countless times whenever you managed to withhold an all-nighter in your shared place. First, there’s being overtired where every ounce of energy left bounces like a little child on a trampoline, then there’s the lack of sleep eating you alive even though your eyes fail you to shut, being used to staying open, which creates the last step: hallucinations. 

Maybe it’s the lack of sex which made you paint a beautifully sculpted man with tattoos only in a towel in front of you. 

You’re praising your brain for creating such a lively picture that causes you to grin and shake your head before you decide to re-enter. 

He’s there again. Your horny hallucination. 

The hallucination takes a turn when he screams into your face. “What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!”

It’s then that you snap yourself back to reality, realizing this indeed is a real person and you’ve managed to scare the shit out of him. The only thing you find yourself doing is scream back, which turns into violent screaming in unison and by now half of the neighborhood is probably writing a complaint to this very apartment. 

“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!” You find the courage to finally scream back and the man in front of your eyes squints in discomfort, shaking his head as he swallows your words. 

“Y-your apartment”

You fold your arms, scoffing as your head turns towards the open kitchen. “Yes. Mine.”

He begins to laugh, his abs tensing along with the rhythm and you hate yourself for growing hot over his upper body. 

“You’re funny.” He points at you and to prove yourself to him, you look for the confirmation email that proves you have the right to own this place. 

“Here.” He steps closer, the scent of his shampoo infiltrating your nostrils and you notice a form of sweet yet musky scent. While you’re too busy trying to ignore it, the man in front of you has his full attention on your screen.

He smacks his lips, his composure straightening along. “There has to be some sort of mistake.”

You hum in agreement.

How wrong could this possibly go? 

The only solution that comes to mind like a wave, is to call the owner. You hold a finger up, pausing for whatever word is about to come out from the stranger in front of you while it starts to dial. It quickly gets interrupted, by a voice telling you the number doesn’t exist. You refuse to believe it, so you continue to call three to four times while the man crosses his arms, sighing out loud. It’s at that moment you notice the detailed and colored tattoos covering his arm in a sleeve. 

“He’s… he’s not picking up.” The defeat drags itself at your feet. The proof you once had to own this apartment is gone, except the confirmation email but then again there must’ve been some mistake — a big one to say the least. 

“Do you honestly believe that?” His tone indicates he’s irritated and the water droplets on his skin have almost dried out — the fact that you notice scares you more than the situation you’re currently met with. 

“I mean, clearly, you’ve been scammed.” The words swallow you whole, your composure losing against you and your head drops with your heart. Of course, it was too good to be true, because again since when have you ever been lucky when you’re on your own? 

“Fuck.”

It seems as if you’ve lost, but you’re not willing to give up just yet. You spent all of your savings on the deposit and the last thing you’ll do is ask your strict parents for money, which isn’t only super hard but exasperating as well. 

“Well now that this whole problem is settled, get out.” The tone is harsh and you flinch, tears threatening to spill as you slowly walk to the entrance. 

“Wait—” You hold your hands up, your feet freezing down on the tiled floor and the stranger’s expression turns into pure disgust yet confusion. You aren’t really sure, your mind is basically clouded; reasons being your lack of sleep. Which currently isn’t helping the situation you’re currently standing in. If only you could snatch it like Margot Robbie snatches bags and watches in ‘Focus’. This reminds you, you should probably watch it again, it was really good and—

“Hello?!” The sound catches you off guard, your eyes roaming back onto the half-naked stranger whose name still stays unknown. 

“Just. Please.” 

You’re fucking tired and this was the last thing that needed to be added onto your plate yet you’re still standing, except you’re hopeless and homeless. 

“Please?! Get. Out.” 

You drop down to your knees, your tears falling freely, and you plead. 

“I have nowhere to go. My old roommate is finally starting a new life with her partner, my parents are fucking strict and are the last I’m calling for help. I’m basically fucking homeless and I just wanted to lay down in my apartment after moving out last minute, and sleep.” You’re rambling all kinds of nonsense, throwing a whole scene in front of a guy who’s stepped out of the shower. You feel bad but you’re lost. 

You have nowhere to go. 

“Seriously, I’m fucked. Help me out, just—just for six months and I’ll be out of your sight.” Your voice cracks, every limb that has managed to withhold your posture, collapsing all together into one. 

You’re done. 

A deep sigh catches your attention, your glossy eyes looking up to see a semi-smile resting on the guy’s face. 

“Six months.” He repeats as he traces his fingers on the patterned ink, decorating his arm. “Fine. Just don’t make me regret this. I’m Jeongguk by the way.”

Finally, you discover the name of the pretty stranger. 

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” You’re holding yourself back from hugging him, mostly because of his naked chest and the last thing you need is to feel warm skin on your own. 

Instead, you introduce yourself and he smiles awkwardly making you reconsider your awful ruckus from before. You basically admitted how fucked your life is at the moment, bringing along the strict parents into the mix and we all know, this won’t end well. 

A sudden cry snatches every ounce of your attention, coming from one of the rooms. Has someone been here all this time? 

“Shit. I think we might’ve woken her up.” 

Her. Great, you’re gonna live with a clingy couple, after having no mercy in showing you were checking him out — multiple times. This is going to be absolute hell. 

All while you’re imagining the messy and mostly awkward encounters you’re going to face while living with a couple, you don’t notice Jeongguk walking back out accompanied by a certain someone. 

“A baby?!” 

Great. Not only are you going to live with a couple, but their newborn baby too. 

“You sound… surprised.” He decides to sit down, the baby’s head resting on his bare and tatted shoulder, doe-eyed and mouth agape. 

“Where’s… where’s your girlfriend?” 

Shit. Are you even listening to yourself? You met this guy not even an hour ago and you’re already invading his private life with intense questions. 

“Don’t have one. It’s just me and So-ah here.” He taps her back, a few burps escaping her as you stay quiet. 

The scenery in front of you causes a faint smile to appear on the brim of your lips. If you weren’t determined to own the apartment yourself, you’d let every ounce of you swoon over how careful Jeongguk is with his daughter. 

Jeongguk takes a hold of her, changing positions as she faces him, her eyes as big as his. It’s crazy how alike they look. 

Your heart melts into a thick puddle when Jeongguk rubs his nose against So-ah’s, a soft giggle sounding like a lullaby escaping her right after. 

“Oh my god.” Jeongguk’s mouth drops and before confusion seeps through you he continues. “So-ah, you just laughed for the first time.” 

Fuck. You’re so screwed. 

“She’s adorable.” You smile fondly, Jeongguk breaking eye contact with his daughter at your comment. 

His eyebrows frown, clearing his throat as he shifts in his seat. “Thanks.”

Okay, there were exactly two things that fumed you over his flat-toned answer. 

One was that he was still a complete stranger and you’ve always felt somewhat threatened and uncomfortable when people you didn’t know made or said anything that clicked an icky feeling at the pit of your stomach, which quickly turns to irritation. Because here you are being fucking nice and you get this in return? What a fucking asshole. 

Second, it’s probably an ego thing, thinking he’s hot enough to get away with being quite literally rude. If it weren’t for his sudden act of rudeness towards your very tired Yeti-looking state you might’ve actually grown fond of him, but that is all forgotten now. 

You’re getting that fucking apartment.

Working as a kindergarten teacher meant a lot of things. 

Patience, energy, and consistency. 

For you to reach there before showing up at work, you’ll need to fuel your body with a smoothie. 

The clock hasn’t even turned six when you push the mixer’s button, a loud noise erupting in the quiet apartment. 

Did you do this on purpose knowing Jeongguk isn’t starting work yet? Maybe. Did he notice, is fucking angry and walking up to you at this moment? Very much so. 

“Seriously? What the fuck?!” 

The shouting from your roommate pleases your early morning state and you force an annoying smile as you greet him with a cheerful good morning.  

“It’s for work!” You push the button for a little longer, his eyes rolling back when So-ah starts crying in the room next to you. 

The daughter does make you feel an ounce of regret but that’s mostly because you love babies and she’s made a good impression on you already. 

Jeongguk groans in frustration, his grumpy state returning back to his daughter to soothe her while you hurriedly get to work. Your colleague is probably already there, having a different schedule than you. 

Traffic isn’t terrible and you’ve caught onto the lack of sleep that vanished during your moving week. 

As you reach work, Taehyung waves excitedly to you from the entrance, while holding a cup of coffee. 

“You look awfully happy.” Taehyung remarks when you walk past him and inside, re-adjusting a few things before the parents begin to arrive with their sunshine of kids. 

“I am.” 

Your mood definitely has something to do with nailing to piss Jeongguk off early in the morning. That’s what he gets for being a complete ass after you’ve embarrassed yourself multiple times, and just trying to be kind. 

“Care to tell me?” Taehyung moves his eyebrows, suggesting you got lucky and you quickly shut down the idea, shaking your head no along with you explaining it was an early win for you. 

“I basically pissed off my roommate this morning. He’s an asshole so he deserved it.” You shrug your shoulders, Taehyung following behind you as you both make the place ready, the clock ticking loudly behind you. 

“Roommate? I thought you had the place all to yourself?” Taehyung hadn’t gotten any updates from you since your stressful week, so it made sense for him to be completely lost when you mention Jeongguk in the context of your cheerful mood this morning. 

“I got scammed. But I’m not surprised. I’ve carried bad luck all my life and I blame it on my strict parents.” You joke, Taehyung chuckling nervously unsure if you’re completely kidding or deadly serious. It’s hard to tell.  

“Scammed, meaning the apartment you thought you had was already occupied?” Taehyung has lived in the city all his life, has been familiar with the scammers roaming in between others, and cheating the system who carries a blind eye. 

“Exactly, and here I was thinking shit like that only happens in the movies.” You scoff at the ridiculousness of the overall situation. 

How come you ended here? Not only with a scam, but a buff tatted guy and his baby daughter? Truly fucking wild. 

“Oh babe, you’d be surprised. So who’s the roommate? An old cranky guy?” Taehyung jokes once again, the sounds of chairs clinging against each other roaming in the air, the both of you settling in the common room ready for the children. 

“I wouldn’t exactly say that…” Taehyung’s interest quirks an ounce higher, his movements stopping to a halt, waiting for you to spill. 

“His name is Jeongguk and he has a baby daughter named So-ah.” Taehyung’s face drops, eyes wide as his mouth hangs wide because clearly, no old cranky guy is named Jeongguk. 

“If you tell me right now he’s hot, I’m gonna think you’re outliving everyone’s fantasy.” Taehyung holds up his pointy finger, eyebrow intact with his overall movement and you cringe because you really don’t want to admit Jeongguk is hot — even though you totally ogled his abs for a good twenty minutes the first time you met him. 

“He’s—” You try to form it into words while your mind flashing images of Jeongguk with wet hair, droplets of water covering his abs that tensed whenever he chuckled at your ridiculousness the day you got scammed. 

“Oh my god… You’re living with a DILF.” The term Taehyung uses makes you wheeze, losing composure as you move your body along with the laughter that escapes you. 

Taehyung doesn’t get more of a word before the first pair of parents walk in, hand in hand with their child. 

The day has just begun. 

Meanwhile, Jeongguk is currently taking care of So-ah. She hasn’t stopped crying since you decided to be annoying, and flush down the good morning that Jeongguk had anticipated down the drain. 

Maybe he should kick you out, because right now? His left ear hasn’t stopped ringing while his daughter’s face is almost purely red due to her countless cries. 

“So-ah, please.” Jeongguk places her down on his chest, her face rubbing on it, wetting it along, the discomforting sound continuing. Jeongguk feels lost and he wants to avenge himself on you because you’re probably dancing at work while he’s here, with dark eye bags and a crying baby under his arm. 

Sometimes it makes him wonder if it would be different if So-ah’s mother were still around. Maybe she wouldn’t cry as much. 

Afterall, a mother’s touch is important for babies at her age, and Jeongguk feels guilty. 

In reality, he just wants So-ah to be okay, to feel understood, and frankly, at the moment understanding her is difficult. He continues to pat her back, rocking her back and forth in his gaming chair, set up by the computer that has an awaiting meeting for him in two hours. 

He can do this, he’ll just freshen up as soon as she goes back to sleep. 

The day spins around faster than possible, the sun already setting behind the building in an orange glow and Taehyung is currently wiping down the mess that was left on the tables since lunch. 

“So, regarding your DILF, is he single?” You’re close to spilling the scene where you asked Jeongguk where his partner was only to get a no, which only made you more curious than before. It isn’t likely for you in the span of living to have met a single father. In most cases it’s single mothers, so to say you were surprised was an understatement. 

“He—Yes, apparently he is.” You’re uncertain and Taehyung casually nods at the response, making you reconsider if you’re even allowed to be curious regarding Jeongguk’s living situation. 

“Well, this is the start of a beautiful love story.” 

You stick your tongue out in offense to Taehyung’s joke while he cracks himself up, boxy smile on display as well. 

“You’re the worst.” He trails right behind you as you close down the place, and leave it behind for tomorrow. 

“Right, but if anyone were to ask you’d still point at me for being the best colleague you’ve ever had.” He’s not entirely wrong and you get to prove it to him by remaining silent. 

After you and Taehyung part ways, you hurry home in desperation to see if the grumpy expression is still remaining on Jeongguk’s face from this morning. 

To your surprise, it isn’t. 

You find Jeongguk sprawled on the couch, his chest exposed and his baby daughter laying on top of him, both of them breathing in sync. 

If Jeon Jeongguk didn’t open his mouth from time to time you’d start to like him, because seeing him sleep in complete silence makes him seem…not so bad as you had thought. 

But then again he was rude even though he certainly helped you out after your scam episode. 

You decide to make dinner, leaving the both of them to rest while listening to soothing jazz music. Somehow with time passing by and the smell filtering through the apartment as it cooks, Jeongguk stirs awake, So-ah along with him. He manages to push himself upwards, holding onto So-ah and finds you swaying as you cook in the open kitchen. 

Memories cloud Jeongguk’s mind back when he was still with— 

“Oh! You’re awake.” 

You had felt a pair of eyes boring at your back, so when you turn to see Jeongguk spacing out you make yourself noticeable. 

“Yeah, it smells great by the way.” 

It’s then Jeongguk realizes he’s yet to wear a shirt and it’s become an accidental habit of being shirtless in front of you. The last thing he wants is for you to get the wrong signal. 

“Thank you.” You take the compliment lightly, letting it pass by your head so your focus remains on the main goal; having Jeongguk willingly move out. 

Jeongguk is completely oblivious to your plan, although it would make sense if he slowly started to catch on to your smoothie early morning surprise. But for now, you’re hungry and there’s still a good five months left before you leave each other’s sight. 

The dinner turns out successful, So-ah doesn’t cry once and both you and Jeongguk groan afterward, bloated from overeating. He thanks you before returning back to his room, leaving you to do all the dishes. 

Great.

Living with Jeongguk had run smoothly, your hopes in gaining the apartment fading the more time went by with him being extremely kind. It hadn’t offended you but you were certain he was rude and didn’t like you. 

But early Monday morning, Jeongguk proved to you exactly how much that apartment means to you. 

You hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep that night, the walls a lot thinner than you had anticipated, and So-ah had cried most of the night, not only waking her dad but you as well. 

Babies are wonderful creatures, but at night it surely paints a different motive than the one you’re being met with during the day. 

Blaming Jeongguk for your lack of sleep would be rude on your part, so you accept it by making a cup of coffee early in the morning. It was the next best solution, and as you’re sitting on the counter waiting for the water to boil, Jeongguk walks in dressed in black joggers and a white t-shirt. 

“Morning.” 

You’re holding back from laughing at how alike the both of you look. So-ah really destroyed you for the better. Jeongguk joins in on the coffee solution, making his mug ready right next to you in silence. 

When the water is ready, you jump down, pouring the warm water after adding a few teaspoons of instant coffee. Jeongguk follows you right after, stirring it with his spoon. As you walk towards the refrigerator, Jeongguk is quicker than you, pulling the milk out and pouring it into his mug. 

“Could you pass me the milk?” 

Jeongguk grins at your question and it’s then you notice he’s poured the remaining drops, leaving no milk for you. 

Fucking marvelous. 

“Better luck next time.” He winks at you, slowly walking back to his room as you flick him off without him noticing. 

Yeah, you definitely spoke too soon when you even let yourself think Jeongguk might be a nice guy. 

He’s not and he just started a war. 

Taehyung notices how different your state is today, the flatlined smile throwing him off guard. Being the good colleague that he is, he makes you sit down as he prepares everything. 

“I’m not doing this for free, spill.” 

You groan out of tiredness and anger, holding your face that can barely keep up with everything around you. 

“Fucking…Jeongguk.” You squint your eyes, already plotting how you’ll manage to rip every part of him apart. Taehyung would lie if he admitted that you in your current state aren't scaring the shit out of him. 

“I was beginning to think he was remotely nice, until this morning.”

Taehyung hums along, uncertain where exactly you’re heading with this conversation. It’s something Taehyung has learned about you in the past years you’ve worked alongside, your conversations always turn in a different direction no matter how precisely you start them.  

“Taehyung, would you get pissed if someone took the rest of the milk when you’ve already prepared a cup of coffee?”

“He didn’t—”

Everything makes sense for Taehyung. 

Jeongguk has practically started a war with you because one thing everyone should know when it comes to you is to never mess with your morning coffee. Specifically when you desperately need one. 

“He surely fucking did.” You scoff out of disbelief. “He even laughed when he emptied it.” The images flash through your brain once more, a betrayal that has caused a lot of damage to your already ruined morning state due to So-ah. 

“Go make yourself some coffee, and don’t let him get to your head for now. It’s not worth it.” 

Taehyung was right, it would stupid to hold milk accountable for Jeongguk and your reasons for despising him. Hopefully, it was a mistake and you’ll return home with a better state of mind, Jeongguk leaving you rather at peace.

You follow Taehyung’s instructions, walking inside the semi-small kitchen for staff, and begin making your fuel for the day. 

Work turns out easier after you get coffee in your system. Taehyung takes most of the tasks throughout the day to ease down any forms of headaches that might come along due to your lack of sleep. Small moments and gestures like these, remind you how truly lucky you are to have a colleague like Taehyung. He has never made things more difficult, always managing to make everything easy and simple. 

As soon as the clock strikes, parents fill up the entrance awaiting their children who are too busy playing outside, enjoying their free time. The sun has already moved down further, creating a beautiful sunset, whose golden rays move along the filled playground that’s messy due to every toy in sight being used throughout the day. The parents were kind enough to teach their kids to always clean up after themselves, leaving the entrance the remaining spot to clean. 

When you’re about to reach for a broom, Taehyung catches it before you. 

“Go home. I got this.” His voice is stern as if he already knows you’re about to plead to do it yourself. 

You let out a sigh, thanking him as many times as you can in the span of you dressing yourself up to go outside. Taehyung brushes you off, a semi-smile resting nicely on his framed face. 

The apartment is empty, silent, and dark when you enter. You wonder where Jeongguk must’ve gone, the sky from outside already an ounce darker than when you stepped out from work. You’re not too worried, your petty self still being remotely annoyed with the morning incident. 

When you walk past the living room, you feel yourself crash down, wanting to watch a movie. 

It’s much needed after today and maybe it’ll slowly lull you to sleep. Since you were little, sleeping at night had always been a difficulty so a distraction in the background could likely push you towards the sleep you’ve been craving. 

You settle on watching a crime film that piques your interest on Netflix. You’ve managed to add a bit more lighting inside the apartment, a few lamps surrounding the couch.

The plot starts to reveal itself, leaving you speechless as you bite down on the blanket, eyes fully open, trailing along whenever someone moves on screen. You’re just about to catch a big lead to why the certain murder occurred when Jeongguk walks in with So-ah drinking from a bottle.  

“Oh, hey.” You quickly say before averting your attention back on the screen. Jeongguk squints his eyes, having trouble seeing the big screen but as soon as he catches on, he tsks. 

“Wait— Isn’t that the film where the protagonist is actually the killer?” The moment Jeongguk speaks, a clue leads to having the protagonist on the list of who might’ve done it and now Jeon Jeongguk just asked for a ticket to hell. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You exclaim loudly, throwing both hands and arms in the air, frustration seeping through every vein coursing through your body. You’re seeing absolute red. 

“Oh shit, my bad.” You aren’t even glancing towards him, but you can hear the shit eating grin he’s trying to suppress. You close your eyes, taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, remembering Taehyung’s words from earlier. It’s not worth it. He’s right, it truly isn’t and you’re being weak by letting small annoying things set you off like a grenade. 

You’re not letting him win. Things have only just begun.

Returning the favor with annoying gestures had only turned the next two months into a living hell. The apartment went from walking on a dream to walking on eggshells. 

It had started with a minor mistake in the early morning with the dreadful lack of sleep and constant bickering. Your dreams of owning the apartment slowly crashing as you’ve been looking for new apartments, wanting to get furthest away from Jeon Jeongguk and his annoying behavior. 

If it weren’t for your colleague you would’ve handled the situation differently, but Taehyung has always assured you to stand your ground and not let him get to you. 

Jeongguk has already been kind enough for you to stay, so to make it easier, it’d be best not to mess it up by revenging yourself. But you badly wanted to. Just once. To see Jeongguk’s face twist to annoyance in a mere second, while you try your best not to sing happily right after. 

Although, the only thing keeping both you and Jeongguk on the ground from ripping one's hair out, was So-ah. Her magical baby powers overrule the both of you, and her eyes are wide and full of hope for what’s to come. 

When you had first moved in, Jeongguk wasn’t exactly fond of you being near his daughter but with time and his suddenly busy schedule, he had you keep an eye out for So-ah who was distracting him too much with her cuteness. So-ah quickly loved your company, your small jokes, and countless attempts in making her giggle. Jeongguk couldn’t keep you two away from one another, so he accepted it. 

The weekend had finally rolled around and after a week of none other than small bickering and disagreements between you and Jeongguk, you were finally at ease in your bedroom. The discussions between you were ridiculous — Taehyung’s words not yours. It could go from a minor detail, like the temperature in the apartment to a full-on debate on whether the film he wants to watch is better than your own choice. 

As you’re laying in your bed, you look up at the painted dark blue ceiling, your curtains open, accepting the outside light to shine in. You’ve always loved the natural darkness and how it covers every room differently than if everything is covered, turning to full darkness. You turn constantly, your mind being more awake than you had anticipated. It humors you that you always feel exhausted after speaking with Jeongguk, yet here you are alone full of energy. 

Tossing and turning continue for what feels like an hour and you decide to give up. Rather than reading a book, you walk out to grab a glass of water, your throat feeling a bit dry. You figure Jeongguk isn’t awake at three in the morning, which explains why you don’t put on pants, walking out in nothing but a satin white t-shirt paired with black lace underwear. 

Even though you don’t like Jeongguk, you still show respect to him and his daughter by carefully walking to the kitchen to not make any sounds. 

The living room has the same light as your bedroom, and as you’re about to turn, you bump into Jeongguk. His skin feels warm, but you quickly pull away and Jeongguk blinks at you with tired eyes. 

“M’ sorry.” His voice is deep, groggy even and you collect the dots that Jeon Jeongguk just woke up. 

“All good.” 

Thankfully, Jeongguk is too busy going to the bathroom to notice your sleeping attire that exposes half of your body. You sigh in relief, accidentally catching a glimpse of Jeongguk’s ass, being hugged by his boxers as he walks further away from you. 

You shake your head, ignoring what your eyes caught onto, focusing solemnly on getting water as planned. 

You’re just about to drink your last cup when Jeongguk walks past you once again. 

You’re not in the mood to talk to him, so you chug your water wanting to leave the kitchen as quickly as possible. It doesn’t exactly go as planned, the water trickling by the corners of your lips, further down your shirt. 

“Fuck.” You groan, realizing how much you’ve accidentally spilled. The fabric clings onto your breasts and as you’re about to pull on it, you catch Jeongguk turning his head quickly from your direction. The action doesn’t throw itself in your head, instead, you become annoyed. 

“What?” 

Why is he still standing here? Shouldn’t he already be back in his room by now? 

“J-just grabbing some water.” Jeongguk mumbles, his voice becoming an ounce lower, and somehow it catches your attention that he sounds nervous? 

“Be my guest.” You move further away, trying to cover your lower half that’s exposing too much to your roommate who has managed to piss you off for two months straight with absolutely no reason. 

Jeongguk keeps his eyes on the sink, although you throw a glance at him and you really wish you hadn’t. His arms are flexing as they hold onto the counter, and the prominent veins and lines of his definite muscles are showcased. You begin to notice each small detail of his tattoos that have managed to flow into one big art piece on his arm. 

You’ve been too annoyed with Jeongguk to notice the minor details of him. The Adam's apple bops in the rhythm of the gulps he takes, almost inhaling the water quickly. Somehow your body reacts quicker than your mind, shivers coursing through your body the longer you stand and watch Jeongguk. The staring gets cut off when Jeongguk places the empty cup down on the counter. 

He throws a glance your way, your skin already feeling hot by the close space. 

“Well, goodnight.” Jeongguk walks past you, your faces inches apart for a split second before he’s gone from your sight. 

When you lay back down in your bed, your heart is beating incredibly fast and your body doesn’t stop growing hotter. 

What is wrong with you? This is Jeongguk. As in your roommate, who’s made it his life’s mission in pissing you off and almost made you explode like a grenade for the whole world to see and the neighborhood to hear. 

All while you’re wondering why exactly your brain feels fuzzy, Jeongguk is freaking out in his own room. 

His dick has managed to betray him. He blames it on his lack of hookups, but deep down he knows it was because of you. His mind had fogged for a minute when he caught a glimpse of what was hiding underneath your t-shirt, but as soon as the water dripped down he didn’t even have to try, and guess. He’s angry and frustrated at himself and if it were possible to have a one-on-one fight with his dick, he would’ve. His body had only betrayed him and that made him certain that he had to stay far away from you. 

Although, whenever Jeongguk closed his eyes he could see your naked thighs, and the black lace seeping through the material of your shirt. He could see the water dripping down your neck, rolling further down your chest and creating a wet patch on your— 

This has to stop. Jeongguk begins to think of everything that turns him off until his state finally gives in, letting him sleep. 

It takes longer for you. Your mind has always loved to play tricks, letting you imagine the what if’s of every situation you’re met with. They’re simple at first, only showcasing what you had seen earlier when your eyes didn’t stop studying every minor detail on Jeongguk. 

But then they turn an ounce wilder. 

You’re tracing your fingers on the ink, while his arm is holding onto your waist, keeping you close and letting you feel his warm breath against your cheek. 

Fuck. 

Do you…do you want Jeongguk? 

Taehyung notices it the moment you step into work; how quiet you are, not daring to meet his eyes when he cheerfully greets you. 

Something happened and you’re not exactly proud of it. 

“So…am I gonna have to ask or are you going to tell me what happened?” 

Your eyes pop open, gulping down as you mumble out a weak ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ and quickly move on with your tasks for the day. 

Taehyung isn't letting that slide so easily and sooner or later he’ll either find out for himself or you’ll tell him out of panic. 

It takes Kim Taehyung exactly four hours to find out exactly what has been bothering you, and just as you’re about to leave the kindergarten, he decides to bring it up. 

“You want to fuck him.” 

You stop in your tracks. 

Okay, now is the time to use your fifth grade theater skills, and act as if Taehyung didn’t speak your thoughts out in the open. 

“Fuck Jeongguk? As in Jeon Jeongguk, my annoying roommate who’s made my living situation a living hell the past two months? Oh please.”

“Y/N, you know that doesn’t work on me.” 

You sigh loudly, rolling your eyes. 

“Fine…fine!” You throw your hands in the air, giving up and Taehyung just shakes his head over your dramatic antics. 

“I thought you, ‘hated his guts’.” Taehyung quotes you from the past hundred conversations you’ve had regarding your roommate, and the new banter you’ve yet shared before you left for work. 

“I still do! This will fade, do not worry.” 

Not only are you trying to convince Taehyung, but yourself as well. 

Taehyung doesn’t argue with you. You have enough on your plate already and he knows you’re very much conscious of the mess you’ve brought upon yourself. 

When you leave work and Taehyung, your phone starts to ring in your pocket and you’re thrilled to see Ash’s name displayed. 

“Hi!” Your friend cheerfully greets you and the conversation immediately flows. 

She tells you how amazing it’s been living with Lucca and how they’re currently making her favorite dish. 

“That’s great, Ash.” 

When she’s about to ask you how your new apartment is, Lucca cuts her off, talking on the phone instead. 

“Y/N, come over! We have your favorite wine.” 

The offer tempts and you agree, taking transportation towards your old apartment. It doesn’t even faze you to text Jeongguk that you’ll come home a bit later, too excited to see your friends again after so long. 

Jeongguk has just finished changing So-ah’s diaper, when he realizes it’s dark outside, and you haven’t come home yet. Just as he begins to worry, he scolds himself internally for worrying about you as if he even cares about you in the first place. You’re doing fine without him. Right? 

So-ah grabs Jeongguk’s attention when she manages to roll over for the first time and Jeongguk cheers her on, grabbing her face to give her kisses everywhere, her small arms flapping excitedly. 

“Wait, you have a roommate?” Lucca asks, as they pour a glass of wine in your almost empty glass. You find yourself sighing whenever Jeongguk is mentioned and you quickly see the images of his body against the natural darkness in the kitchen. 

“Yes, two actually.”

You spend the following thirty minutes explaining your scam situation, Jeongguk and his baby daughter now being your roommates for the next six months. You mention your irritation towards Jeongguk due to his annoying antics, and the kitchen encounter. 

“Woah.” Ash’s mouth has gone dry from keeping it open for a while, and Lucca doesn’t hesitate to drink up the rest of the wine in their glass. 

The situation is indeed complicated and overwhelming, and you chug along with Lucca on the wine while Ash starts coughing. 

“But listen, just because I’ve thought about it doesn’t mean I would.” 

Excuses, that’s all you can bring to the table and Ash rolls her eyes at your ridiculousness. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? You haven’t had sex for almost a year. Babe, sorry but you’re gonna cave.”

Your mouth drops in offense and you turn to get Lucca on your side, but they stay quiet which indicates they agree with every word. 

“S-seriously? You’re gonna pick Ash’s side over mine?” You point at your ex-roommate who smirks, knowing she’s won. 

“Y/N, you need a distraction.” Ash speaks first, holding onto both of your hands for comfort because she’s worried, you can see it in her eyes that slightly crinkle when she speaks. 

“A distraction?”

“Yes, someone who isn’t Jeongguk.” 

Lucca winces at the idea, watching Ash explain an idea that’s nothing but awful and stupid. 

“Um, maybe this isn’t—” Lucca tries to butt in, but Ash is stubborn. 

“Nonsense. Isn’t your friend Han-bin still single?” 

“Well, yes but—”

“Perfect. Y/N, you should go on a date with Han-bin. Not only is he a very sweet guy, but he’s an excellent cook.” Ash tries her hardest to sell Han-bin as best as possible for you, and at this point you’re desperate to try anything. 

Anything to get Jeongguk and his beautiful body out of your mind. 

“Okay, you can give him my number.” 

Lucca is about to throw a fight with Ash, but you’ve already agreed so there’s no point. 

“You’re not going to regret this babe.” Ash convinces you but deep down your gut feeling shifts uncomfortably at the idea. 

Two and a half weeks.

That’s how long it takes for you and Han-bin to find some time for the date that he’s planning. The pictures frame him nicely and it’s no lie that the guy is attractive, although your mood is dreading a weird feeling that you can’t exactly pinpoint. 

As you walk towards the exit, Jeongguk notices how nicely dressed you are. Normally you don’t bother adding a formality to your outfits, but this…this is too classy, just not you. 

“Going somewhere?” 

You turn your head, Jeongguk watching you from the couch as So-ah is laying on his lap, holding onto her dad’s pinky. 

“Actually, yes I am.” You answer confidently, holding tightly onto the strap of your bag. 

The bag in whom your mom gifted you for your eighteenth birthday, when in reality you had just wished for Jackson Wang merch. The bag is more expensive than your rent, and you feel weird using it today. Somehow you aren’t that comfortable being yourself yet, also the restaurant Han-bin has picked out is way too expensive for you to just wear your casual attire. 

“But, I’m gonna be late for my date so I’ll see you later, yeah?” 

Jeongguk tries not to react to the word date but his jaw clenches as he tries to force out a fake smile. 

“Good for you.” Jeongguk expects you to leave right away, but you catch him by surprise, walking towards him and So-ah. 

“Bye, sweet girl.” You squish her cheeks softly, as she coos excitedly and Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat at the love seeping through the room. His daughter watches you with careful eyes as you remove yourself from the frame, walking towards the front door and Jeongguk’s heart doesn’t stop pounding, so much that he thinks he might faint. 

You’ve only been gone for an hour and Jeongguk can’t stop thinking about you. 

His mind constantly brings him back to the small kitchen encounter, and how both of your faces were inches apart for a split second before he continued to walk towards his room. 

He needs to make this stop. He’s here at home groaning and frustrated over you, you who’s currently on a date, and having a wonderful time. 

“And then, my roommate proceeded to drink the same water!” Han-bin explains jokingly, and you’ve lost track of the many experiences he’s had with his four roommates. You’ve lost your appetite halfway through, the gross details clouding your mind, but thankfully it’s that, and not Jeongguk. 

Before you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, Han-bin compliments your hair and you smile at the sincerity of his comment. It makes you realize that Jeongguk has never once pointed out something great about you. 

Wait, why are you even thinking about Jeongguk? 

There’s only one solution for Jeongguk to get you out of his mind. He’s collected the dots and it’s because he hasn’t sex for over a year that he’s acting this way. You just managed to set him off. It’s nothing more personal than that. 

So, easily he’ll just need to get out there, maybe Jimin would be down to go clubbing tonight, and hopefully Jeongguk gets to take someone home. 

Which explains why he’s now talking to his sister, arranging for her to have So-ah for the night. She gladly accepts, her husband shouting nonsense in the background which causes Jeongguk to laugh before his sister has to hang up because of her husband most likely messing up everything in the kitchen. 

The date for you might’ve started out a bit weird, but slowly you realize Han-bin is a really nice guy and you enjoy talking to him. The conversation has a good balance, both of you speaking equally about interests, experiences… 

“Want me to walk you home?” Han-bin suggests. 

You have a lot on your mind, even though you managed to have a nice evening it doesn’t stop the nonsense that you’ve created for yourself regarding your roommate who you have the hots for. 

“I’m okay, thank you for tonight Han-bin.”

It’s a little over midnight when you arrive home. 

The apartment is dark which is code for bedtime for the whole house. You move quietly, tiptoeing to your room and trying your best to not make a sound. 

You hear a sudden whine echoing in the apartment, and before you can ask any questions, Jeongguk’s name is being moaned loudly. Your body freezes in place, and you feel like you’re stuck to the floor. 

Unfortunately, the moans don’t slow down, only increasing — the thin walls doing no favor for you. 

Emotions are all over the place. You don’t know if you’re angry, irritated, sad, happy, uncomfortable…you’re just stuck with no words. 

As you finally lay down, you squish a third pillow over your head, blocking out the skin slapping sounds, and somehow, weirdly enough, the situation motivates you to get Jeon Jeongguk out of your head.

Two and a half weeks. That’s how long it takes for you and Han-bin to find some time for the date that he’s planning. The pictures frame him nicely and it’s no lie that the guy is attractive, although your mood is dreading a weird feeling that you can’t exactly pinpoint. 

As you walk towards the exit, Jeongguk notices how nicely dressed you are. Normally you don’t bother adding a formality to your outfits, but this…this is too classy, just not you. 

“Going somewhere?” 

You turn your head, Jeongguk watching you from the couch as So-ah is laying on his lap, holding onto her dad’s pinky. 

“Actually, yes I am.” You answer confidently, holding tightly onto the strap of your bag. 

The bag in whom your mom gifted you for your eighteenth birthday, when in reality you had just wished for Jackson Wang merch. The bag is more expensive than your rent, and you feel weird using it today. Somehow you aren’t that comfortable being yourself yet, also the restaurant Han-bin has picked out is way too expensive for you to just wear your casual attire. 

“But, I’m gonna be late for my date so I’ll see you later, yeah?” 

Jeongguk tries not to react to the word date but his jaw clenches as he tries to force out a fake smile. 

“Good for you.” Jeongguk expects you to leave right away, but you catch him by surprise, walking towards him and So-ah. 

“Bye, sweet girl.” You squish her cheeks softly, as she coos excitedly and Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat at the love seeping through the room. His daughter watches you with careful eyes as you remove yourself from the frame, walking towards the front door and Jeongguk’s heart doesn’t stop pounding, so much that he thinks he might faint. 

You’ve only been gone for an hour and Jeongguk can’t stop thinking about you. 

His mind constantly brings him back to the small kitchen encounter, and how both of your faces were inches apart for a split second before he continued to walk towards his room. 

He needs to make this stop. He’s here at home groaning and frustrated over you, you who’s currently on a date, and having a wonderful time. 

“And then, my roommate proceeded to drink the same water!” Han-bin explains jokingly, and you’ve lost track of the many experiences he’s had with his four roommates. You’ve lost your appetite halfway through, the gross details clouding your mind, but thankfully it’s that, and not Jeongguk. 

Before you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, Han-bin compliments your hair and you smile at the sincerity of his comment. It makes you realize that Jeongguk has never once pointed out something great about you. 

Wait, why are you even thinking about Jeongguk? 

There’s only one solution for Jeongguk to get you out of his mind. He’s collected the dots and it’s because he hasn’t sex for over a year that he’s acting this way. You just managed to set him off. It’s nothing more personal than that. 

So, easily he’ll just need to get out there, maybe Jimin would be down to go clubbing tonight, and hopefully Jeongguk gets to take someone home. 

Which explains why he’s now talking to his sister, arranging for her to have So-ah for the night. She gladly accepts, her husband shouting nonsense in the background which causes Jeongguk to laugh before his sister has to hang up because of her husband most likely messing up everything in the kitchen. 

The date for you might’ve started out a bit weird, but slowly you realize Han-bin is a really nice guy and you enjoy talking to him. The conversation has a good balance, both of you speaking equally about interests, experiences… 

“Want me to walk you home?” Han-bin suggests. 

You have a lot on your mind, even though you managed to have a nice evening it doesn’t stop the nonsense that you’ve created for yourself regarding your roommate who you have the hots for. 

“I’m okay, thank you for tonight Han-bin.”

It’s a little over midnight when you arrive home. 

The apartment is dark which is code for bedtime for the whole house. You move quietly, tiptoeing to your room and trying your best to not make a sound. 

You hear a sudden whine echoing in the apartment, and before you can ask any questions, Jeongguk’s name is being moaned loudly. Your body freezes in place, and you feel like you’re stuck to the floor. 

Unfortunately, the moans don’t slow down, only increasing — the thin walls doing no favor for you. 

Emotions are all over the place. You don’t know if you’re angry, irritated, sad, happy, uncomfortable…you’re just stuck with no words. 

As you finally lay down, you squish a third pillow over your head, blocking out the skin slapping sounds, and somehow, weirdly enough, the situation motivates you to get Jeon Jeongguk out of your head. 

Step one to get Jeon Jeongguk out of your head, find a clubbing partner. 

“Taehyung, shut up you haven’t done anything other than complain about the lack of sex you’ve been experiencing lately.” You reason, as you look through your closet for eye-catching clothes that surely will get you laid. 

“Fuck you, you always know what to say to get me to agree.” 

With a groan Taehyung finally says the magic word, telling you he’ll see you later. This was easier than you had expected. 

Step two to get Jeon Jeongguk out of your head, find a club loaded with hot people. 

Thankfully, Taehyung knows his way around town and the club he’s picked out is perfect. As soon as you both step in, the neon lights catch you off guard along with the hard base and the moving dance floor. 

Going out with Taehyung is fun, until he’s shoving his tongue down a guy’s throat. Apparently they met by the bar, and Taehyung being the flirt, persuaded the stranger easily. 

Sipping on your straw, you keep your eyes on a lookout for a potential hookup. Most are occupied, either sexting someone or having someone close by. The bartender in front of you notices the wearing frown that covers your face. 

“You okay?” 

The unrecognizable voice catches you off guard and when you set eyes on the bartender, your mouth tries not to drop. 

The bartender is wearing a tight black t-shirt, showcasing his pecs and built shoulders. His hair is long, pulled behind a snapback. He looks at you with a worried expression, holding onto the counter. 

“I’m okay.” You force a smile. 

“Come on, I can tell something is bothering you. I’m all ears.”

The offer is kind and just as you’re about to say no, he continues. 

“Listen, I couldn’t help but notice your friend making out with that guy for the past thirty minutes.” You turn around, Taehyung still going at it, and you roll your eyes over your colleague being better than you at getting some. 

“Yeah, he’s got more luck than myself.” You sigh, folding your arms over the counter, and the bartender cracks a laugh. 

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get lucky.” He winks and your body grows hot. 

“I’m giving it an hour, or else I’m leaving.” You crack, and the bartender raises his eyebrows. 

You watch as he walks to the far side of the bar and comes out front to stand right in front of you. He towers over you, and you have to lift your head to look into his eyes, watching as they darken. One of his hands snakes around to the small of your back as he pulls you towards him. Your chest is flushed against his own and now you can really feel the hardness of his pecs, and your mouth waters. He places his other hand around to the side of your neck, lowering himself closer to your face. His lips ghost over your ear, the skin making the slightest contact as he speaks.

“You don't need an hour.”

A shiver rakes through your body at the proposition.

“I don't even know your name,” you say with a hint of a giggle laced in your tone.

“The name's Namjoon.” You nod, tracing your finger on his broad shoulder while his eyes continue to explore every inch of you. 

“Y/N.”

His grip tightens on you, and before you get a chance to speak Namjoon beats you to it. 

“Wanna get out of here?”

It takes nothing more than for you to drag Namjoon home with you, leaving Taehyung and his hookup behind. 

Namjoon is so bold that you’re completely blown away by his confidence. He’s managed to make you wet before even reaching your apartment. His words only build up the intensity of the situation and when you finally reach the front door, you look back, Namjoon biting on his lip as he patiently waits. 

When the key is turned, you grab Namjoon by the collar of his bomber jacket as you push inside the apartment, until you reach your room. 

Namjoon doesn’t waste another minute, grabbing you once again by the waist to connect your lips in a needy and passionate kiss. It’s full of tongue, along with lip bites. You whine against them when the tip of his tongue coats your bottom lip as he mischievously smirks. 

Your hands tug on his neck, pulling him as close as you can, all while his hands slip under your shirt, and roam on your naked back. His hands are slightly cold, sending a shiver. With enough pulling on each other’s clothes in desperation, Namjoon is the first to pull away trying to catch his breath. 

“Take off your shirt.” You don’t hesitate to obey, tugging on your top in a hurry before it lands on your bedroom floor. 

Jeongguk had just finished a last minute task at work, realizing he had enough time for a game of Overwatch. He’s focused on aiming, fingers moving at a speed on the controller. Just as he’s about to reach a win, he hears the front door close. 

He removes his headset, in doubt if he should walk out and greet you, ask you about your night with Taehyung or stay, and play stubborn. The decision gets made for him, when he hears an unfamiliar voice coming from your room. 

Wait. 

Namjoon hovers over you, his hands wandering over your upper body, not missing one inch. His warm breath almost swallows you whole as you slowly spread your legs further beneath him. 

He catches the signal quickly, moving more downwards, letting his mouth trail wildly on your naked skin. He nips at it softly, before replacing it with a wet kiss. 

As he’s reached further down, Namjoon locks eyes with you, supporting both hands on your waist. 

“Can I eat you out?”

When Jeongguk hears the first moan from your room, he feels instant irritation. In reality, it’s not anything he can actually get mad about when not even twenty four hours ago, he was knees deep in a stranger. But something ticks in Jeongguk when he hears how someone else is making you moan like that. 

“Ah—Fuck!” Your grip tightens on Namjoon’s long dark hair, his tongue rolling over your clit in circles. 

Namjoon is making sure you feel every inch of pleasure, taking his time with his mouth and fingers. You’ve forgotten how great it feels, and Namjoon was definitely the right guy to bring home.

His mouth pushes further against your core, lapping his tongue wherever it can reach and your legs begin to shake under his touch. It’s been a while for you, so your body doesn’t hold you back any further from reaching climax.

Jeongguk has blocked out the sounds from your room with his headphones. The sounds from Overwatch are helping him hear only the gunshots and effects the game carries, yet the sounds don’t stop him from feeling a tinge of jealousy. He doesn’t want to admit it, too stubborn to do so. 

But the thought of someone making you come undone this second, settles itself as an uncomfortable pit in his stomach, and he grabs his controller more aggressively, frustration coursing through his veins. 

What are you doing to him?  

Time passes quickly, both you and Jeongguk distancing each other from one another. 

You barely throw a glance at one another. 

For example, yesterday when Jeongguk passed by the living room, you were sitting in silence as New Girl rolled in the background. He knows you could hear him passing, but you didn’t even bother to acknowledge him. 

Jeongguk wishes deep down that the action didn’t hurt him, but somehow it did and now he can’t be around you for his own well being. 

Which results in one month of barely any contact. 

Although, it changes the day Jeongguk has to go to a meeting. His boss was okay with him bringing So-ah as Ji-eun didn’t have time to pick her up for a few hours — and he surely didn’t want to ask you. 

So-ah behaves, zero disturbance caused to the meeting and Jeongguk lets her hold his pinky while his boss throws in the plan for the upcoming year. 

When the meeting ends, Jeongguk gets a lot of praise from his boss which flusters him as he leaves the building. 

“Ready to go home So-ah?” She responds with her mouth doing all kinds of noises. She’s slowly growing more, and Jeongguk is touched by how beautiful his daughter is becoming with each passing day. 

Going home doesn’t go as planned. You see, Jeongguk had always worked from home, due to his job consisting mostly of online work. So he barely leaves the apartment except for grocery shopping or to meet Jimin. Which is the reason behind his big mistake; forgetting his keys. 

It was a new system. The code for opening doors had been dropped after scam episodes had increased. Last month the whole residency got new locks along with a pair of keys. 

Jeongguk hates himself, because now there’s only one solution and he really doesn’t want to go there. 

When he pulls up by the kindergarten, Jeongguk mentally prays the interaction won’t be awkward. Not that it hasn’t been awkward the last month, but this is different. He’s about to enter your workplace for a goddamn key because his ass rushed out the apartment instead of being smart and double checking that he had everything before leaving in a hurry. 

You’re gonna hate him for this. 

He can already imagine the slight frown you’ll have, trying your best not to scold him harshly. 

It’s empty when Jeongguk walks in, So-ah sitting comfortably in the infant car seat, which Jeongguk holds onto tightly. 

“Hello?” He calls out, the hallway completely deserted. That’s until a man peeks his head out, raising both eyebrows. 

“Hi, can I help you?” He walks towards him, drying his hands in what seems to be a cloth. 

“Hi, yes. I’m looking for Y/N.” 

The man in front of him drops his mouth before it turns to a boxy grin. 

“Oh my god. Are you Jeongguk?” The face Jeongguk makes, proves the man’s assumption. 

“Taehyung? Could you come help me with—Jeongguk?” He turns to see you, your brows in a frown as he suspected. 

“Oh, you’re Taehyung?” Jeongguk completely ignores your confused state, too excited to meet the Kim Taehyung that his roommate is very fond of. 

“An honor.” Taehyung bows comically, and Jeongguk cracks a laugh from the action. Just as Taehyung is about to crouch down to say hello to the little one, you step further, meeting Jeongguk eye to eye. 

“Jeongguk? What are you doing here?” You ask. 

Taehyung ignores your question, greeting So-ah gently as Jeongguk explains to you the situation. He tries to make himself sound less stupid than he was in the situation, but you don’t seem to buy it. 

You sigh, crossing your arms. “How do you even forget a key?” 

Great, you’re starting a fight. 

“It just happened, now can I borrow yours so I can go home?” Jeongguk’s tone is a bit snappy, and you notice, quickly fuming on the inside. 

Taehyung notices the tension, sending a glance to So-ah that screams ‘am I seeing this too?’ So-ah starts giggling and Taehyung knows internally that she agrees with him. He loves her already. 

“Fine, just—Don’t let this happen again.” You say sternly, before walking away to grab your keys. 

“Trust me, it won’t.” Jeongguk rolls his eyes when your back turns. 

You aggressively shove the keys in Jeongguk’s hand, Taehyung still having a conversation with So-ah throwing funny glances, but neither you nor Jeongguk notice, too busy staring each other down. 

“Great.”

“Great!” Jeongguk responds more aggressively, saying a calm goodbye to Taehyung who excitedly waves to So-ah. 

And then he’s out of there faster than lighting. 

“Jesus, what crawled up your asses?” Taehyung asks, scoffing in disbelief. 

“Nothing. Now come help me with the outdoor tables.”

He doesn’t ask any further, seeing you really don’t want to talk about it at this moment. 

Jeongguk has already started to cook when you ring the doorbell. He opens, greeting you with the expression he left you with at work. 

You return the same energy, not speaking to him as you remove your coat. 

You’re about to walk into your bedroom to avoid Jeongguk when So-ah catches your attention in the living room, rolling around on her own and chewing on a toy. She’s too cute to ignore, so you decide to join her, sitting beside her as you squish her cheeks in a playful manner. 

“Look at you, you’ve grown so much.” 

You can’t believe you’ve been a witness to So-ah’s growth. She’s already able to grab onto things, rolling around and rocking back and forth which is a sign she’ll be able to crawl soon. 

As you continue to play with her, letting her explore and sing as she babbles all kinds of nonsense, Jeongguk turns to watch the scene. 

You’ve always been careful with So-ah, grasping her as your own and caring a lot for her. He’s noticed how So-ah barely cries anymore, being more calm in your presence. He could get used to this, watching you play with his daughter as he cooks for all three of you. He’s at peace, comfortable with everything in front of him and—

The realization hits Jeongguk. 

He doesn’t hate you.

You don’t remember the exact moment you realized you didn’t hate Jeongguk. It just… happened. 

One day you were in the kitchen and he walked past you, minding his own business and you didn’t have any urge to throw a remark. No, you felt at ease, letting your eyes admire him rather than watch him out of spite. 

Panic seeped through you when you looked at the overall situation. 

You don’t hate Jeongguk, you’ve thought about fucking h—shit. What does this mean? Do you… do you like him? 

That’s crazy, there’s no way you possibly like Jeongguk or even starting too, which is how you find yourself agreeing to go on yet another date with Han-bin. 

Last time hadn’t turned out that bad. The company was nice, you felt comfortable and yet something just didn’t feel right. Maybe it was the gross experiences Han-bin wasn’t so afraid to share with you, or maybe… because he isn’t a certain someone. 

No. 

You’re going on that date. 

The moment you leave the apartment, Jeongguk is taking his afternoon nap with So-ah so you don’t bother notifying him where you’re going. There’s a certain ache in your heart the closer you are to the location picked out by Han-bin. 

Once again, it’s too fancy for your liking but Han-bin makes the environment comfortable with the company of his wild stories. They’re less gross this time and you find yourself laughing at a few of them. 

Time flies rather quickly with Han-bin’s company. 

If this weren’t a date, you’d be more at ease because Han-bin is a kind person. But dating him might be a stretch for yourself, seeing your mind keeps tracing back to your roommate who probably still hates your guts. 

“Hey, can I be honest with you?” Han-bin throws you off guard with his question, but you nod regardless. 

“I’ve had a great time hanging out with you but,” Han-bin looks at you with a genuine and soft smile, “I don’t really think there’s that spark you know?” 

“Spark?” 

Sure, you’ve dated a few people in the past but no one threw the word spark in the conversation. 

You’ve always found it to be a cliché, like every romantic comedy who makes the spark obvious from the beginning. The spark that messes with the main character and their love interest, them tumbling against it until they get in a fight or have to share the same bed, which results in them sharing a passionate kiss, and one of them magically proclaims the love they’ve always had for that person. 

That surely doesn’t exist in real life. 

“You know, the spark where you know that this person is much more to you. Someone who isn’t just a friend.” Han-bin says, his tone laced with hopefulness. 

It’s then you realize that Han-bin is a romantic, a person who believes in finding that special someone.

“Yeah. I’m sure you’ll find that Han-bin. You’re a great guy.”

“Wait, you’re not angry?” 

It’s cute how scared he is to offend you. 

“No, no of course not. I see where you’re coming from.” 

Han-bin’s shoulders loosen at your words, feeling more at ease since he’s decided to throw it in the conversation. 

Before you depart your ways, you both come to an agreement of keeping in touch as friends.

Arriving late at the apartment, you move quietly by the entrance. 

As you’re reaching your bedroom, Jeongguk catches you off guard. 

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

Jeongguk shakes his head. “You’re all good.’’ He doesn’t deny it and you feel a tinge of guilt, seeing the time is past midnight once again. 

You’re about to enter your bedroom door with a simple goodnight when Jeongguk catches you off guard with a question. 

“Hey, where were you?” Jeongguk is leaning against the wall, arms crossed which only showcase more of his prominent chest and his sleeve sneaking out of his loose t-shirt. 

“On a date.” You respond coldly, letting go of the handle. 

Jeongguk hums, mumbling something along the lines of, "Figured.’’ 

It throws you off, in a not so cute way. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

It’s almost as if he spoke in a tone for you to hear on purpose, and you’re falling into his trap. 

He shrugs lightly. "Nothing.’’ 

He’s about to turn around, wearing a smug smile when you continue, setting yourself up for whatever he’s trying to do. 

“Clearly it was something.”

“Not really.” His unbothered attitude sets you off like a grenade, and you’ve finally lost your cool with Jeon Jeongguk. 

“You know what? You drive me fucking nuts!” You don’t bother to care how much you’ve raised your voice. “You’re always pissing me off for no fucking reason!” Your face feels hot, the anger spilling out of you. 

Jeongguk scoffs, unfolding his arms and moving closer to you. 

“I pissed you off because you started this! With your fucking morning smoothie.” He isn’t helping with the noise, raising his voice as much as you. 

“That was one time. Do you need me to quote every time you’ve managed to throw me off?!” Your veins are straining against your neck, giving everything you have into your shouting. 

“Go ahead!”

“You took the rest of the milk. You spoiled the movie I was currently watching. You threw remarks whenever I did the slightest thing, and now? Now you’re commenting on my date!”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes at your comment, not bothering to answer you. 

Yet you continue, because you’re fueling on the inside. 

“You have no rights, when you were fucking someone else!” 

You’ve given the signal that you were somehow affected by it, and Jeongguk quickly catches it. 

“You sound jealous.”

“I’m not.” You cross your arms, determined to not let him think otherwise. 

“Just admit it!” 

Your faces are mere inches apart, both panting at a rapid pace. The whole room is heated and you feel yourself sweat underneath your shirt from all the shouting. 

“Fuck you.” 

It’s barely a whisper. 

Neither of you move. Eyes are wandering on each other’s faces and that’s when you notice Jeongguk’s gaze dropping down to your lips. 

You’re seeing red, although your body feels heated as you move closer, Jeongguk’s breath melting into yours. 

Jeongguk studies your gaze before he moves closer, lips about to brush against yours. 

As you’re about to lean in yourself, So-ah starts crying next door, snapping the both of you out of your trance. 

“I– I better…” Jeongguk starts. 

“Y-yeah, go ahead.” You stutter, moving further away and when Jeongguk leaves the hallway, you breathe out. 

What the actual fuck.

The following days you avoid Jeongguk like the plague. You’ve never been more confused and irritated before. And yet, you can’t stop thinking about it. How close his face was, how his lips were about to seek yours until So-ah started to cry. 

Decisions need to be made. You can’t continue on like this. You need to talk to Jeongguk, without screaming at him and wanting to rip his face off. 

As you’re laying under the covers, your thoughts are spiraling around you. You’re contemplating if you should ask him to talk now because your mind won’t let you rest if you don’t. 

Fuck it. 

You get up in a hurry, walking in a straight line directly to Jeongguk’s room. After a few minutes of just staring Jeongguk’s door down, your body gives in, knocking on his door calmly. 

When he opens the door, he’s surprised to see you. 

“Hey.”

“Hi, can we talk? No fighting, just talk.”

Jeongguk nods, grabbing a hoodie by his desk. 

Jeongguk doesn’t want to wake up So-ah, so you sit outside, with a cup of tea. It was your idea. Somehow tea always managed to calm down your nerves, and if you wanted to withhold your promise to not fight, you needed to drink some of it along the way. 

“What did you wanna talk about?” He sounds nervous, and your mind re-directs you back to when the both of you were about to kiss in the heat of the moment. 

Instead of bringing that onto the table, you want to ask Jeongguk some things that have never left your mind since you moved in. 

“It’s more of a question.” You make it clear and Jeongguk turns his head, nodding for you to continue. 

“What happened? Why is it only you and So-ah?”

Jeongguk lets your question sink in. He’s uncertain if he wants to talk about it, or rather with you. It has somehow been easier for him to distance himself, push you away as much as he could, but that isn’t enough. 

You’re still here, sitting next to him as you admire the stars while awaiting his answer. 

The silence overflows, the wind curving itself as a comfort blanket around you both as you admire the small lights peaking out in the city. 

Jeongguk has always been scared of your curious gaze, yet now, it makes sense for him to tell you everything, let his shield down and give you everything that’s needed for you to understand him completely. 

It’s what is needed for you to stop fighting and stepping on each other for no reason. 

“Her name was Seul-ki.” 

You turn, surprised he’s answering your question but you stay quiet, letting Jeongguk speak. 

“She was always selfish. I should’ve known better.” Jeongguk trails his finger against the mug, images of her flooding his mind. 

He looks up, meeting your eyes and you smile softly at him. The smile brings an unwanted comfort, but it helps Jeongguk to go through with answering your question fully.

“So-ah was around one month old when Seul-ki got a huge opportunity for her career. She didn’t hesitate to take the chance. But with So-ah, it made it difficult for her to go through with it, so she wanted to give So-ah up for adoption and I just—” Jeongguk takes a deep breath, slightly beginning to tremble. 

“I couldn’t. I couldn’t let her do it.” Jeongguk’s hand trembles against the mug, keeping his emotions locked in, even though they’re close to breaking out. 

“So, she left us.”

“That must’ve been really hard for you.” You’re trying your best not to hold him for comfort, knowing he isn’t exactly fond of you. But something aches in you when you see the tremble he’s currently carrying and how his voice has turned broken. 

“Yeah.” He’s in doubt of what to say. But something in him continues, letting his inner thoughts win him over. Every frustration, pain and heartbreaking moments he’s felt since Seul-ki left. 

“Sometimes I wonder if I have made the right choice. In the beginning So-ah would cry constantly, she’d be distressed and I couldn’t help because I’m not her mother. Sometimes you just need both of your parents and she—she hasn’t…” 

“Jeongguk.” 

Your warm hand lands on his, catching him off guard. 

“You’re an amazing dad. So-ah doesn’t need anyone else. You’re all she needs.” Your voice is soothing, melting him softly. He believes every word, trusting you much more than he had anticipated, and with the hopeful eyes you’re giving him, he knows he’ll be okay. 

So-ah and him will be okay, without Seul-ki. 

“Thank you.” Jeongguk smiles, the first genuine smile he’s given you since you moved in. 

You stay in place, letting the silence sink in between you as the cold wind flows. 

The starry night is beautiful, alive even. Sparkling and twinkling above you, reminding you of the beauty behind this earth. As you admire the details, Jeongguk looks at you, his heart healing the longer he does and he never wants to let go of this moment.

Everything becomes easier. 

You and Jeongguk don’t fight anymore, instead you talk and grow closer as time passes. 

You’re still looking for a new apartment, even though the tension has eased down. 

A plan is a plan. 

Whenever you bring up the apartment search into a conversation between Jeongguk and you, his demeanor changes quickly and he immediately shuts himself off. Here you were, thinking he’d be happy that you’re withholding your deal, not irritated. 

Instead of letting it get to you, you continue to hang out with Ash and Lucca. 

“So, Han-bin was a bad idea.” Ash repeats as you’ve told her how the two dates went. 

“I already called it the moment you recommended that idea. Like it was the best plan you’ve ever had.” Lucca intervenes, crossing their arms. Ash rolls her eyes at her partner, too embarrassed that they might’ve been right. 

“But, Ash was right. Han-bin is a sweet guy.” You say to hopefully cheer up your friend who’s about to mop in a corner. “We even decided to stay friends.” 

With that, Ash excitedly cheers, and it’s probably because she’s a firm believer in friends to lovers and that it’s the most realistic trope there is out there, meaning she thinks in two three months you’ll finally have a spark with Han-bin. 

“How’s the apartment search going?” Lucca directs the conversation somewhere else, mostly to cool down Ash who’s probably planning a Pinterest wedding board for you and Han-bin in the future. 

“It’s going, I think I found a place.”

The supermarket isn’t as crowded as Jeongguk anticipated when he came to the conclusion at the last minute that groceries were needed.  

So-ah is clutched tightly onto him, due to the baby sling that Jeongguk had mastered the older So-ah got. With her head squished under his chin, Jeongguk walks freely, collecting the products at a slow pace. 

“Jeongguk?” His eyes avert to the sound, catching Taehyung waving at him. 

As Taehyung moves closer, Jeongguk places down the item to greet him properly. 

“Hi, So-ah.” 

Jeongguk turns so Taehyung can get a better look at her, her eyes turning wide when she sees him. 

“She likes you.” Jeongguk notices, and Taehyung squishes her cheek carefully. 

“The feeling is mutual.” He cracks a smile. “How’ve you been? Last time I saw you, you and Y/N were about to bite each other’s faces off.” 

The tone indicates he’s joking, although still curious as to how the relationship stands between the two. 

“It’s… It’s better.” 

It actually is, and Jeongguk’s lips curl into a smile with the memory of your conversation. 

“That’s great to hear. She’s been super stressed with finding an apartment.” 

The information throws Jeongguk off guard. Are you that desperate to leave? Right after he opened up to you? 

Taehyung quickly catches how Jeongguk’s eyes turn downward, his jaw clenching. He’s uncertain if he should point it out, or leave it as it is. 

Thankfully, he gets saved by a call. 

“Hey, sorry my brother’s calling me. I’ll see you around?” Jeongguk nods, and Taehyung softly says goodbye to So-ah before leaving with his phone by the ear. 

The uncomfortable pit never leaves Jeongguk’s stomach after his run-in with Taehyung. He knows that there isn’t much time left, and you had made him the promise to leave the moment it hits six months but now? Now Jeongguk isn’t so sure if he even wants you to leave.

The last few weeks are spent on apartment hunting. You’re barely home, too busy with open houses after work and on the weekends. It’s an easy distraction from your repressed feelings towards Jeongguk, and it’s exactly what you need. Sooner or later you’ll leave your roommates and start over on your own. 

Jeongguk has an urge to tell you how he feels, how angry he is that you’re leaving but you keep missing each other. 

Whenever he passes by your room, he’s close to doing it but then you’re in a hurry to reach the next open house. 

If he hadn’t felt anything for you, he’d be extremely grateful that you’re doing all of this. You actually kept your promise and made yourself trustworthy. 

But, the clock is ticking and Jeongguk is running out of time. He needs to do something, fast.  

The weekend rolls around, and Jimin comes to pick up So-ah for the night. 

“I owe you big time. Thank you.” He hands Jimin an overnight bag, with everything he needs to take care of So-ah. 

“Don’t mess this up Jeongguk.” He gives a warning and Jeongguk’s palms start to sweat. 

“I won’t.” Jimin leaves quickly after, leaving Jeongguk alone with his thoughts. 

Work runs smoothly, Taehyung and you having fun with the children throughout the day but as soon as the golden sunset comes to view, you’re excited to go home. 

Home. 

Soon that home will turn into a different place and it makes your heart drop by the thought. You’ll miss Jeongguk, with his crazy and annoying remarks. You’ll miss So-ah, her galaxy eyes and her curiosity. 

But nothing lasts forever. 

The apartment feels empty when you walk in. 

You don’t hear So-ah or Jeongguk’s Overwatch that he always forgets to turn off. 

When you move to the living room, Jeongguk is sitting on the couch, his leg bouncing at a quick pace. 

“Jeongguk?” His head snaps up. 

“Y/N, hi.” He gets up, moving closer to you. 

“Are you okay?” 

He hasn’t stopped rubbing his palm on his neck, a nervous habit you’ve quickly caught onto while living with Jeongguk. 

“I’m fine. I need to say something.” His voice is stern and you quickly step back, nodding. 

“Okay.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” 

Your heart stops at his words. 

“What? Why?” 

Jeongguk steps closer, his breathing uneven as he studies your face. “B-because…” 

The nervous stuttering doesn’t stop and Jeongguk closes his eyes for a moment. 

“Because I–”

Jeongguk doesn’t continue his sentence, pulling you closer by the waist before he lets his lips glide above yours. His lips feel soft, and your breath hitches subtly right as he presses them down to yours. 

The kiss is short, Jeongguk pulling away just before you have a chance to act upon it yourself. 

“That’s why.” Jeongguk doesn’t let his arm fall from your waist, still holding onto you tight. 

You don’t respond, instead your hand moves upwards, resting it by his cheek. Jeongguk gulps by your action, leaning into your hand for more comfort and you smile softly at him. 

“I won’t leave.” You confirm and Jeongguk’s body loosens, melting against yours as he reconnects your lips in yet another kiss. 

You clutch yourself to him, as your lips move in sync, giving each other every comfort needed. 

Neither of you move away, letting the kiss grow heated. When Jeongguk slips his tongue past your lips, you’re almost drowning in his touch. He’s careful, teasing you along the way while giving you a taste of himself. You’re just about to pull him further in when he stops, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“Do you want to—”

“Stop? No.” You hover your lips above his, before you whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”

You’ve waited too long for this, and now that you finally have Jeongguk you don’t ever want this moment to end. 

Jeongguk’s demeanor changes completely, his softness somehow disappearing and an ache begins to grow between your legs on what’s to come. 

He turns you both around, pushing you down on the sofa. Jeongguk continues to kiss you, his hand wandering on your breasts, before it drags further down, grabbing your thigh softly. 

You offer to touch him everywhere, starting by his back. Your hands slip through his t-shirt to roam on the naked skin. It feels delicate against your palm the further you drag it upwards to his nape. 

Jeongguk’s breathing changes due to your touch, his lips moving further down, reaching your neck. His tongue traces patterns, letting you feel the wet sensation while your hold on Jeongguk tightens. 

It doesn’t exactly click for you that Jeongguk is hovering above you, giving you his time with his tongue on your neck. And it only excites you more that it’s finally happening. 

“Jeongguk.” You murmur under your breath, bucking your hips forward in hopes of grazing yourself against his bulge. 

He groans against your neck at your neediness, giving you a small bite which makes you gasp. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this.” He says softly, his words trail gently on your skin, and you smile from the confirmation he just gave you. 

When he reaches your waistband, you grab ahold of his cheek. 

“What are you doing?” It’s not that you don’t want to, of course you do. You haven’t thought about anything else for the past three months of living with Jeongguk but you’re nervous. 

“Let me make you feel good. Can I?”

You gulp, nodding nervously, letting him have his way with you. 

Jeongguk doesn’t even struggle when he takes off your pants, removing them perfectly and it almost makes you crack up at how ideal it was. 

Your grin is exchanged with a frown of pleasure when Jeongguk traces his fingers on the fabric of your thong. He’s making you work for it and frankly, you don’t mind. 

The pad of his fingers press down on your clit, making your breath hitch by the sensation. You feel everything yet nothing and it makes your body buck into his hand. Jeongguk smirks by the sudden action, continuing to tease you with his fingers until you’ll plead. 

The touching continues, a few presses once in a while making you hiss. He hasn’t dared to move beneath the fabric and your patience is running on a thin thread. 

Without thinking further, you grab ahold of his wrist. You’re done with his teasing. It’s unfair that he’s here, taking his time with you when you’ve both been longing for this exact moment. 

“Jeon Jeongguk.” He grins at the use of his full name and you want to throw a fit. 

“I’ll stop, I promise.” He pecks your lips, and considering you trust him, you let go of his wrist. 

Some things truly never change. 

He keeps his word, removing the fabric instead of teasing you further. The cool air hits your core, making you shudder before Jeongguk can continue. His palm keeps itself rested on your thigh, while his tattooed hand comes in contact with your slit. 

The first few strokes are slow, collecting some of your arousal and spreading it all over. Jeongguk’s mouth is agape, eyes heavy as he watches your exposed heat and his fingers decorating it with slow movements. 

“Fuck, baby.” Jeongguk breathes out, stunned to have you like this. 

The pet name causes your cheeks to heat up, flustered by such. 

No warnings, and Jeongguk inserts both fingers slowly, stretching you with ease. The feeling causes you to moan, as you’re too entranced by the pleasure. 

There’s something about the way Jeongguk works with his fingers that almost sends you into orbit. The way he gently curls them, making them pet on your g-spot whenever he manages to get his fingers all the way inside. The way his thumb traces circles on your clit, increasing the feelings evoking. 

When you begin to feel overwhelmed, you grab onto Jeongguk’s forearm, pressing down. Jeongguk is even more determined to make you come, maintaining the same pace. 

You feel the familiar pit in your stomach, forming as time passes. Although, Jeongguk has a lot more on his sleeve than just touching you. 

Being too focused on the thrill of the situation, you don’t notice Jeongguk crouching down. It’s first when he replaces his thumb with his tongue that you’re aware of what he’s doing. Your legs are shaking beside him, feeling yourself get much closer and Jeongguk wants nothing more than to taste you. 

To his luck, your body shudders followed by a high pitched moan as you finish. Jeongguk pecks your clit, before moving upwards to face you. Your breathing is uneven, your whole body warm and you’re smiling softly at him.  

When Jeongguk pecks your lips, you take him by surprise, grabbing onto his cock through the material. He groans against your lips, astonished by your bold move. You don’t stop, pumping him while your tongues consume one another. 

Jeongguk is already hard. He’s been ever since you laid beneath him, spreading your legs out for him. Even though Jeongguk is enjoying your touch, he’s impatient. 

“Stay here.” Before you can even question anything, Jeongguk runs out directly to his room. He quickly returns, with a condom in hand. When he’s about to lay down, you push both of his shoulders, making him land in an upright position. 

You straddle him, wrapping both arms around his neck. “Come on big boy, show me what you got.” Maybe you’re saying this because you know Jeongguk will absolutely fall into your trap and amaze you. 

“I’ll show you.” His gaze is intense, yet he’s already fiddling with his pants, desperate to get them off. You aren’t exactly helping, grinding down on the material of his pants, which gets him distracted. 

“Y/N, please.” You’re suppressing a smile, commanding either way and lifting your hips to help him get his pants off quicker. You aren’t exactly better yourself, wanting nothing more than for Jeongguk to fuck you. 

Jeongguk is quick on his feet, rolling the condom with ease before gently pressing into you. Your knees sink further down, inviting more of him in and the unfamiliar stretch feels pleasant. When your knees have sunk fully down, you take a moment to adapt. 

“Shit.” Jeongguk moans, mind spinning at how nicely you wrap around him. 

You start bucking your hips, a hiss leaving your mouth as you ride him tenderly. 

“Fucking hell,” Jeongguk curses, his eyes now roaming your body and how smoothly you move above him. He takes the chance of grabbing your ass tightly, making you jerk your hips out of the sudden control Jeongguk is regaining. 

His eyes avert downwards, watching how your bodies dissolve and how he disappears inside of you. 

The movement of your hips slow down, your body still processing your orgasm from earlier which had somewhat made you exhausted. 

Jeongguk helps you, grabbing onto your hips, leaving you to sit still while he bucks his hips at a much faster pace. Your moans are clogged, too stunned to process the feeling of his cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly. 

“Fuck—” You breathe out, clutching yourself onto Jeongguk who isn’t slowing down. He’s surely showing you everything he’s got and you’re already close. 

With no warning, you tense above him, your orgasm washing over you, filling your body with warmth. Jeongguk follows soon after, giving one last thrust as he moans against your neck. 

The both of you stay put, trying to regulate your breathing. “Was that good enough for you?” Jeongguk asks between pants and you slap him lightly on the shoulder, because he knows it was better than good enough.

“Oh my god! Jeongguk hurry!” You scream excitedly, still holding onto So-ah who’s standing on two feet, ready to take her first step. 

“Don’t let her walk!” Jeongguk screams from the bathroom, finishing up his shower after his workout from earlier. You roll your eyes, holding tightly onto So-ah who’s trying to move out of your grasp to walk. 

Jeongguk runs out quickly not long after, in only a towel because moments like these are rare and there’s no way he’s about to miss out on his daughter walking for the first time. 

“Okay, come here So-ah.” Jeongguk kneels, spreading his arms open for his daughter and she screams softly, wobbling towards her dad but managing two steps in before Jeongguk has to sweep her in. 

You clap excitedly at So-ah having taken her first step and you catch Jeongguk’s eyes watering. 

“So-ah, you did it.” Jeongguk kisses her on the cheek. 

Moments like these are only the beginning for the three of you, and you’re thrilled. 

[spideyjimin]

random thoughts with jungkook

warning: strong language, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, kind of public sex, multiple rounds, and creampie

just imagine meeting jungkook after colliding against his toned chest in the subway due to violent braking by the driver. his strong arms wrapped around you before you flew through the metro train. next thing you knew, he was asking for your number and inviting you on a date. he was cute, a gentleman, and funny. then there was a second date, a third one, and before you could realize what was going on, he was at your place, sipping wine and heavily flirting with you.

and then, with your face pressed against the window, legs spread, and back arched, he was kneeling, lips devouring your pussy while your moans echoed through your apartment. he was sucking, lapping, and kissing your folds like it was the most precious thing in the world. a first orgasm violently hit you, making you see stars, but he didn’t stop while you were clenching around emptiness and spasming. once you came down, he inserted a finger, and his mouth kept torturing you.

it was heaven.

when he made you come for a second time, he fucked you raw against the window, showing you to whoever dared to look inside. it was exciting and turning you both on to think that someone could see you. jungkook was taking you from behind, his hips meeting your ass with each thrust. his mouth was spitting the filthiest shit in your ear while showing you absolutely no mercy.

his deep voice sent you straight to heaven, and you never came back. jungkook kept fucking you through your orgasm, overstimulating you, but it tasted wonderful. he only stopped once he came deep inside you.

that night, he bent you over your bed, the dining table, the couch, and even some other furniture. his stamina seemed to know no end, but you didn’t complain. not even once.

it was, without a doubt, the best sex you ever had. and you don’t intend to let this man go.

[diadette-deactivated20251117]

BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN

summary you went and pissed jungkook off—real good, the kinda pissed you didn’t think was even possible—so now you’re crawling back, all pathetic ‘n needy, spitting apologies out of your mouth like they’ll save you. but the only way he’s taking them is with your body spread out, begging for his shaft. turns out, that’s the only “self-improvement” he wants out of you, and he’s more than fuckin’ happy to make sure you learn it the hard way.

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content shit gets nasty af — fingering, oral, raw sex, creampies, slick shit everywhere, pussy getting wrecked, dirty talk, degradation, hard sex, strong language, curse words, jerking off, heavy kink vibes, rough play, aftercare, squirting, brat taming, overstim, pussy slaps, punishment, random petnames

he’s positioned at the far end of the room, his eyes roaming, straying. his hands clutched into firm, stiff fists, thick ‘n taut veins rushing daringly across them. his shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows — a prior work habit. you can grasp the ink of his tattoos ascending up his arms, sinking deep under the shirt’s fabric, across his torso. each muscle in his body is wound tight.

jungkook should be infuriated ‘n raging at you. he honestly tried not to be. he spent the whole day in that goddamn office, and in between the stack of absolutely, positively important papers, he kept orbiting back to the fight you had. or rather, the warning he gave you — not to cross that line. but you still did. he never promised you a relationship. knowing himself, jungkook understands he’s capable of violating or shattering anyone’s heart, and something in him sizzled that you couldn’t be the one he ruined. it just wasn’t supposed to happen like that.

so when you fought last night, when you decided the two of you were ready for the next step — jungkook didn’t approve. he needs time. not because he’s a coward, though next to you he often feels like one. but because he’s afraid of wrecking the fragile balance you’ve built together. he can’t mess this up. he can’t lose you.

he had a few drinks formerly coming home, already conscious — or maybe bracing himself for — what might be expecting for him. you weren’t the type to throw everything into the fire. you anticipated, silently, until jungkook would figure it out himself. that only made it tougher, especially when it took him too long to discern what you really meant.

but instead of all the judgment that might’ve filled his head, seeing you in lace lingerie was the last thing he presumed when he marched into the room. he’d come in insisted to talk, to sort through the possible havoc. but now the only problem he has is the ache in his pants — his cock gone hard, solid ‘n heavy, pressing persistently against the fabric, the friction growing sharper, tighter, impossible to ignore.

“we were supposed to talk,” he leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. the shirt strains at the seams, muscles bulging like the fabric might split right off him. he shifts one leg over the other, but his eyes betray him, slipping down your body because ‘ohh fuck’, you’re stunning in the things he buys for you. you promised you’d wear that lingerie when you were ready. he didn’t predict that would be tonight — but he can’t say he’s offended. “and this…” he gestures at you.

your hands glide down your body, adjusting the lingerie that already hugs you perfectly. “doesn’t exactly look like we’re fighting.”

you move leisurely toward the bed, sit down, and part your thighs — just a little, achingly slooow, but enough. his wicked, hungry eyes devour the motion, every innocent tilt and shift.

“think i found a way out of the situation,” you murmur, your hands exploring yourself, cupping your breasts, toying with them, squeezing until your thighs press together in reflex. sureness sparks in you as you catch the way his jaw works, tongue pressing hard into his cheek.

you’ve been with him for a long time, he doesn’t like to call it a relationship, but you’re sure that’s what it is. you just read each other between the lines, you never needed labels to define what you are to each other. that was enough for you, as long as he stayed close. you wanted to apologize for your demeanor, because you touched on something that had been sitting on your tongue for weeks, circling in your head like a broken record, and this time it surfaced as words instead of thoughts. words that hurt. words that shouldn’t have. you couldn’t take them back no matter how much you wished to. the only solution you had was to let him simmer down first, then talk. he was always more open afterwards.

so when you deliberately stepped into your wardrobe seeking for that specific victoria’s secret lingerie you’d picked out together one day, you covered yourself in the oils he liked best on you, the perfume, the creams — everything to show him how badly you wanted to apologize, and how much you wanted him. “one word, baby,” he lifts a finger, still staying at the doorway, because he knows how to keep himself in control, always. even during sex, when you’re already completely gone, mindless, and wordless, he still dominates, still acts like nothing could ever touch him.

“take me, kook,” you mutter, still toying with your body, dragging your fingers over the places you know are your weak spots. you’re already starting to get worked up, but it all comes crashing down in a hurricane when you hear his heavy, fast, deliberate footsteps moving toward you.

“you’re wreckin’ my peace, s’what you do,” he states as his colossal hands catch your face, the same hands threaded with veins running up into the ink on his arms. they smell faintly of cigarettes and alcohol. you exhale, feeling his breath so near, the heat of his touch achingly intimate, and you squeeze yourself further into his palms.

“gonna do something about it?” you grin, tugging him by the shirt. he drops onto you with a rough ‘oooff’ his pants cutting tight into his waist, his belt digging into the lower muscles of his stomach. all he wants is to tear them off. his fists slam down into the mattress on either side of your head, his thigh wedged firm between your legs.

you wait for his reaction, because it’s obvious to both of you how his cock curves slightly, visible even under the thick fabric of his pants. but the last thing you anticipate is when he pats the leg he’s got crushed between yours. you look at him questioningly, and he mutters, “c’mon then, wanna offer yourself as apology? you gotta try harder than this.” his facial muscles twitch too much, his jaw tight, and you realize he’s speaking through clenched teeth — because what he really wants is to break you in half and fuck you until that’s the first and last thought left in your head.

your hips shift toward his thigh, rubbing against it, your pussy pressed fully against the fabric of his trousers. he just chucking when you whine from the dry friction, but he still doesn’t caress you — not yet. he only observes as you grind yourself on his solid ‘n muscled thigh and forget how to breathe. your breasts bounce slightly time after time. you lift your hips higher, searching for more stimulation, chasing it like it’s your only task.

“that’s it, baby, just like that. s'good, keep them hips movin’, don’t slack off, uh-huh,” he toys with the piercing in his lip, like he always does when he’s too focused on something. “s’pretty,” he tugs at your thong, pressed snug to your body, the lingerie a deep burgundy red, the one you both like best. “looks perfect on you.” his hand doesn’t hesitate long on the fabric, just skims it with his fingertips, testing the texture against your skin.

"jung… jungkook, fuuuck," you pant, the arousal has you unraveling, slick starting to slowly ooze out of you in little puddles, "i need you to help me with…" your eyes dart around, "this," you tug the fabric of your panties aside from your already soaked pussy and spread the lips a bit to show him what his teasing has done to you.

"ooohh, poor baby girl, she needs attention, i’m the one who has to give it?" your hips rock in a higher, swifter rhythm, leaving wet spots all over his pants, but he doesn’t even glance down. instead, he grabs your hips, wedges his own between yours, then spreads his thick thighs so wide it almost hurts, but you still stretch the way he forces you to. his hands roam down to your ass, squeezing skin there before delivering a sharp slap—‘whoosh’, the sound snapping through the room. "brat," he spanks again, rings on his fingers making your skin aflame for moments after in the best way. “this what happens when a mouthy girl don’t know her place—”

"hngh.." your hips grind, chasing the drive burning you alive, but he stops you cold, clicks his tongue—‘tsk’—pressing it against his cheek. his hand lifts in a silent command. "up," and you obey, uplifting your hips instantly. "higher. c’mon, don’t play dumb. why you fightin’ me? thought i told you clear who’s runnin’ this.” he exhales, hands gliding down your legs, then pulls your panties off, holding your thighs nearly together in one hand, lifting you up before tossing them away.

"i.. i didn’t.." you stutter, legs quivering, muscles tight with desire swelling like a wildfire devouring everything. he parts your thighs, palms squeezing the soft skin, fingers idly kneading before his gaze finds yours, hair falling across his lashes, damp styling turning back to soft curls brushing his eyes. "nah, you did. now ‘m gonna beat it into that sweet pussy so next time you think twice,” his hand slips to your sweetest place, the spot he’d normally dive into, sucking you dry on any other day. but not tonight.

"i didn’t mean it, it just slipped out, i was emotional," you try to defend yourself, fists clutched, but it isn’t sadness—it’s irritation at yourself for messing up. he just snickers, "emotional? nah, baby, eyes on me. whole fuckin’ time," he drags the last words out slooow, languid. "‘m gonna slap this needy pussy raw, an’ you’re gonna count ‘em out loud.”

"nah, she’s too sensitive," you try to slip away from his hunting eyes, but he grasp your chin, fingertips digging into your jaw, forcing your face back to his, "nooo, baby girl, you fuckin’ look.." his smirk spreads slow across his face, "at me. clear?”

you nod, head hazy. the thought alone of him having his way with you the entire night has your chest fluttering. lately, the difference in size between you both feels sharper, heavier—he could cage your whole head with just one arm muscle and take your air away. "you’re gonna count every slap i give your pussy, is that clear?" you whimper, still bobbing, biting your lip as he toys with his lip piercing, sucking it or tugging it between his teeth.

then he leans down sloow, close enough to brush your lashes, stars and heat glints in his eyes, “good fuckin’ girl. promise me if i go too far, you stop me. tap out if you can’t take it.” you nod again, hair strewn across the sheets and falling over your chest into your eyes. you’d clarified this—sometimes he goes hard, too hard, so you’d tap his thigh as the sign to stop. "no, baby," he kisses your earlobe, hot breath making your legs clamp, but his thighs block the motion. "words," he whispers. "yes, jungkook."

he sneers, delivering a few sharper spanks across your ass, squeezing the flesh, "atta girl. my dumb lil’ slut knows how t’listen after all.”

jungkook feels himself ignite, inside and out, popping open one button after another, cufflinks slipping free, fabric tossed aside with a heavy ‘uffff’. spreading your legs further, pinning one down with his thigh, shoving the other aside with his hand, he spank straight across your pussy. "one!” you wheeze, taken aback by how wet and filthy the sound is, biting your lip as he slaps again. "fuck yeahhh, hear that? so wet, so nasty—atta girl, count for me. make me proud," he coos at you, hands wandering dangerously along the inside of your thighs.

he smirks as he leans down, grabbing your tit in his massive hand, wrapping around it and kneading, not halting even as he lands another slap — ‘whoosh’

“ahhh…mnnhhh—” your eyes roll back, hands clawing at the sheets. “two!” he grins sarcastically, “such a nasty, filthy girl.” he smacks your cheek lightly when you keep your eyes closed. “open,” you obey, gawking at him again. “don’t make me say it twice, kitten.” his hand strokes your thighs, still clutching one breast, then moving to grope the other, plush skin squishing between his long fingers.

“gonna strip these pants off,” he flashes a wicked grin, teeth glinting like a predator. “go on, play with those sweet tits f’me,” his hands glide down your body one last time before he pushes off the bed. you hold his stare, not daring to test his temper for real.

you watch as he unbuckles his belt — the ‘clink’ whacking to the floor, his eyes never leaving yours, hunting your pupils. not fully stripping, he pushes down his calvin klein boxers, the damp patch of precum obvious. he thrusts his hips forward slightly — his thick thighs flexing, veins running, muscles hard. he toys with his lip piercing, slow, deliberate, as his hand strokes his cock. you know how immense he is — a little above average, but the difference is how brutally thick he is. hefty enough to rearrange your guts, rip you open, rebuild you from the inside out.

your eyes stay locked on his fist gripping himself tight, veins shifting as precum leaks white across his fingers. his lips are reddened from biting them, from teasing with that piercing. your hands can’t restrain, sliding down amidst your thighs, because the ache is unbearable. you squeeze your tits, fingers pinching at your nipples while your other hand dips lower, teasing your bud.

jungkook takes you in, sprawled across the bed — loud, needy, nasty. he always loves seeing how much need he can hammer into you, how he can make you tremble and stutter with nothing but his stare. he lowers his head, sucking lightly at his piercing, tongue flicking it as he toys. his grip on his cock tightens, thumb smearing precum across the tip, stroking the spot he knows too well. sweat trickles down his abs, sliding from his throat over his collarbones, his chest, his carved stomach. the only thought in his head is the insufferable pull to you — and if anyone else dared touch what’s his, he’d break bones without a second thought.

“ughh, fuckkk—look at ya, dirty lil’ thing,” he hisses, cock twitching in his fist. dropping onto the bed, he yanks you closer with one hand so easily your head whirls. his other hand fists his cock, balls swollen, heavy, squeezed tight. his knee shoves your thighs splaying again, and whoosh — he slaps your pussy, “three!” you cry out, moaning, extra horny.

but he doesn’t cease. jungkook wants to see how drenched you really are — but he still wants to tease, to drag it out, to make you beg. his fingers flick fast over your slit, smearing slick, stringing it into thin, messy lines when he pulls away, “ufff, nasty,” he shakes his head like he disapproves, but the smug curl on his lips says otherwise.

his fingers find your entrance, pulsing, clenching.

“so fucking desperate already? gagging little cunt, take it all—” one smooth thrust and his thick, long fingers stretch you, knuckles grinding as they sink in.

“s’fuckin soaked…uugh,” he groans as his fingers slide in with no resistance. “so fucking greedy? can’t get enough, my choking little cunt—” he mocks, sneering when your pussy clenches tighter at his words. he coos, watching your face burn red, pumping his fingers further, harder. he curls them just right, reaching so far inside that even he lets out a choked groan through his teeth, picturing his cock instead — buried deep, drowned in your slick, milked until he’s empty.

jungkook finally decides to assert you a shred of mercy, landing the last two slaps against your pussy — the same one he’s already planning to eat alive or tear apart with his dick, his tongue.. doesn’t matter which, either way you’ll be wrecked by the end of it. your legs wobble, muscles giving out after holding so tight for too long. the makeup you carefully put on for him is ruined now, mascara bleeding down your cheeks with every tear spilling over.

“f- fuck, baby, look atcha… already drippin’, wrecked outta your mind, an’ i ain’t even halfway through—” he whispers, his hand roving to your swollen bud, rolling it lazy between his fingers.

“jungkook, i— i can’t, i—” you try, but your voice cracks, catching as you bite down on one finger.

“yeah? my needy lil’ bitch already tappin’ out?” he snicker, no—he laughs, sharp, mocking, like it entertains him. and maybe it really does.

his fingers slip inside your dripping hole. “shut up ‘n c’mere, filthy girl,” you find yourself dragged closer, face nearly brushing the cock bolt upright hard and hefty, pressed up against the flat of his stomach, precum dripping in thick lines down the shaft. then he stuffs three fingers into you, buried deep and rapid, knocking every breath from your lungs as he slams into a rhythm so brutal the soaked ‘clap clap clap’ echoes through the room. you can’t hold it—liquid gushes out of you, helpless. you cum hard, abs clenching, eyes rolling, while his hand spreads firm across your lower belly, pressing down so every ounce of heat stays trapped right there.

“atta fuckin’ girl… cum all over me, make a mess f’me,” he growls encouragement, fingers still fucking you through it, swift and merciless, lifting your hips clear off the bed with how much control he’s got. your walls spasm around him, twitching and gripping, and jungkook licks his lips, grabs his cock in one hand, and smears the slick mess coating his fingers onto his shaft. then he drags that same hand up to your mouth, painting both your juices across your lips.

“open up, puppy.”

you obey, moaning when he pushes his fingers in further, choking your throat until breathing turns hard. “yeahhh, just like that,” he bends and twists them inside, coating your mouth before yanking them out, strings of spit snapping between your lips. “so fuckin’ filthy, gagging for me, mhhh” that hand straight away finds his shaft again, stroking rough. his mouth drops open, and you know he’s only getting stiffer by the way his tip flushes dark red, spasming in his fist.

his mouth forms a perfect ‘o’ as he starts jerking himself off, and you can tell he’s only getting wetter by the way his dick darkens, throbs, and twitches in his grip. he sneers as he slides down off the bed, spreading his thighs agape, muscles flexing, your mouth waters just ogling at his cock in his grip, begging to be used.

“head on the edge of the bed. i want you lookin’ straight at the ceiling.”

you glare up at him, doubtful, and he starts jerking faster, irritated at your hesitation.

“do as i say,” he exhales, sharp with rail.

you bob quick, lying back, eyes fixed on the ceiling until his cock fills your vision, looming over you.

“open your mouth.”

you part your lips, tongue out. “fuckkk, yesss, just like that,” he breathes heavy, slapping his thick cock across your tongue, wet and filthy, each hit making a slick 'plap plap plap' echo off the walls. precum beads at his slit, leaking more with every tap.

“gonna use that mouth a little, u good?” he asks, like he doesn’t already know the answer. you just close your eyes, open wider. his hands cradle your face as he pushes his cock inside, your mouth stretching around his length until your throat fights to breathe. one sharp thrust buries him to the hilt, your lips choking on his size. it’s still not all of him—you couldn’t take every inch even if he split you open trying. he’s too hefty, too lengthy. your jaw aches, your throat closes, tears prick your eyes the moment he fills your mouth completely.

you gag, choke, drowning on him as he groans above you, cock swelling against your tongue.

jungkook watches as his cock pushes deep, nearly reaching the back of your throat, the swollen tip bulging further. his hand presses down on your throat, feeling himself sliding through, and you barely resist when he starts to build power. his thrusts grow steady and brutal, each one punching into your throat with wet, choking sounds. guttural groans rip from his chest, almost a growl, while you hollow your cheeks tighter around him, making it even more suffocating. he chases his high, hips slamming with filthy rhythm, loud, obscene gagging echoing each time he bottoms out. spit floods your mouth, drooling mess down your chin, mixing with tears and ruined mascara that burns your eyes.

“such a good little cocksleeve, baby,” his voice cuts low, his grip digging into your cheeks, thrusts uneven now, cock throbbing hard inside your throat. “gonna ram it so deep your throat trembles, ffuckk, take it all inside..” he mutters it like a prayer, pulsing heavier with each word, close, too close. your thighs press together, arousal spilling from your pussy just from being used like this.

“gonna cum down your throat,” he hisses through his teeth, “be a good girl.” instead of answering, you clutch at his hips, dragging more of his cock down your throat, until he finally spills—thick, hot streams shooting down in heavy pulses. he twitches hard, and it’s so much you’re forced to swallow in big gulps, two, three, to take everything he gives you.

“shit.. shiiit..” he groans, grinding a few more messy thrusts into your throat before pulling out, smearing the last drops across your cheek.

he knows he unloaded more than he thought possible, but you, his perfect obedient girl, swallowed every drop and even stuck your tongue out to prove it. jungkook praises you the way you crave, pulling you back onto the bed, kissing you filthy and rough. you moan into his mouth, his cock sliding against your lower stomach, still wet, half-hard, already twitching back to life. the kiss is messy—tongues clashing, teeth scraping, wet sounds filling the room—and it only drives him crazier.

“jungkook.. fuck.. lemme ride it.. need it so bad, pleasepleaseplease—” you whimper, rolling your hips against him, rubbing yourself on his length.

he doesn’t bother answering, just drops flat against the headboard, showing off like he always does. it’s his nature—cocky, magnetic, impossible not to get sucked into. he leans back with that lazy dominance, arms folded behind his head, muscles flexing and bulging, tattoos stretching across his skin. his body is massive, thighs thick as your waist, chest wide, ink on display across his pec.

he stares at you with ravenous eyes, drinking in how ruined you look—makeup destroyed, tears and spit smeared across your face. it only makes him harder, wanting more. his legs spread wider, invitation obvious. you crawl up onto his lap, straddling him, grinding down so your soaked pussy smears slick across his abs. you line his cock up against your stomach, gasping at just how deep it could reach. “so fucking deep,” you whisper, smacking his cock against your belly, and he hisses but doesn’t stop you.

“that never stopped you before,” he smirks, brow raised, tongue flicking at his piercing before sucking it back between his lips. “i’m gonna make this greedy cunt take every drop i shove in, you hear me, baby?”

you swallow hard, nodding, throat dry as you look at him still lounging, arms behind his head, fully in control, basking in his own dominance.

you slowly sink down on his cock, guiding it right into your hole, his brows furrow when you struggle to fit his thick shaft inside. you try to roll your hips, forcing him in deeper, and after a few seconds you manage, though a small part of him still won’t fit as he bottoms out inside you. you moan out loud with a sharp ‘ahhh’ when he bends against your walls, stretching you so wide it’s almost painful.

you start to move, “fuck, ffuck, fuckkk.. shit, feels so good—” you can’t stop yourself, rolling your hips back and forth, finding your rhythm, riding it, basking in it. he stretches your insides so raw. jungkook feels how tight you’re clenching around him, and he’s not even all the way inside, but still his tip is already smooching your womb, pressing right up against the muscle there.

“fuckkk, yeahhh, that’s it, bounce on it—” his tattooed hand plants firmly on your thigh, guiding you as you start bouncing on his cock, now fully erect. you feel every vein inside him, swollen and sliding against you again and again. jungkook wants to fuck you so hard that your walls rearrange around his size and the shape of his shaft. you start bouncing swifter, feeling him hitting your womb over and over, every thrust loud and messy, filthy ‘slam slam slam.’

after a while your thighs burn, worn out from working him, but your walls still squeeze him tight. jungkook shifts underneath you, changing position, “i’ve got you, darling.” his hips thrust up into the air, slamming into you again and again, his hands locked tight around your hips as he builds speed. at first it’s slow, just deep, deliberate strokes that make you feel like he’s pushing up into your stomach. your bra annoys you, so you rip it off and toss it aside, freeing your tits, which bounce with every thrust. jungkook watches his cock tearing into your pussy over and over, watches how you’re clinging to him, greedy walls sucking him in.

his hips slap against your ass, his cock hitting nerves so precise it tears a scream out of you every time, stretching you so fucking good. it feels like he’s getting even bigger inside you, every thrust pounding your womb. he smirks, cock slapping into your cunt with wet, filthy ‘plap plap plap.’

“f- fuck, fuck, gonna bust if you keep milkin’ me like that—tight fuckin’ hole, shit—” he growls, fucking you so hard your head spins until you can’t see straight, eyes rolling back. jungkook watches your tits bouncing wildly, your nipples hard, your pussy stretched open so wide around him it’s obscene.

“aahhh.. jungkook.. fuuuuck, cock’s too much—” you’re too far gone, meeting every thrust with desperate drops onto his cock.

“ride it, slut, show me how bad ya need it, wanna watch you split on my cock—” he shifts, fucking you from a new angle, dragging against spots inside you you didn’t even know existed, pulling louder, messier moans out of you. you’re close, so close.

“jungkook.. ahh.. can’t stop beggin’, pleaseplease—” you beg, and he lifts himself a little, head pressing into the headboard now, his hands clamping down on your hips, pounding into you mercilessly until you’re screaming his name like a prayer, drooling, undone.

“fuuuckkk..” jungkook spills inside you, and your mouth drops open, tongue nearly slipping out as the ecstasy shatters you. you shake violently as he fills you to the brim, so much that when he pulls out, cum spills down your thighs, dripping everywhere. “look at that shit,” he smears it over your pussy with his hand, but you flinch from the overstimulation, still writhing from how hard he broke you.

he throws you flat onto the bed, climbing on top, leaving wet hickeys on your skin while his other hand toys with your cunt, already eager for another round. he spreads your legs, “let’s see how elastic my girl is,” he snickers darkly. you’re ready to do anything to please him. he folds you in half, pressing your knees to your face, keeping you pinned while he watches cum leaking out of you, loves seeing his seed spilling after a creampie. you look pilant, wrecked, and he just has to mark your skin red with his hands and lips.

he fucks you harder than ever, tearing new places inside you, making you scream, “yesyesyes, jungkook, all yours—” watching him focus, every thrust ruthless.

“fuck..fuck,” his hips control you perfectly, cock knowing every weak spot you’ve got. he chases your next orgasm, fingers rubbing your clit while his cock pounds into you, pushing you to heights you’ve never reached before. “c’mon baby, give me that messy cunt again, need you gushin’ f’me, makin’ it mine—” he growls, muscles flexing, trembling with how turned on he is.

“yeahhh, keep it just like that, wanna’ your cum inside..don’t you fuckin’ stop—” you’re not even thinking straight anymore, your brain only craving him filling you.

“yeah, my dirty bitch, gonna pump you full—fuckin’ breed that greedy cunt—” he pants, lips red from biting, his lip piercing shining as he toys with it.

you’re entirely in his control, nothing left in you but the wrecked mess of your pussy taking him. you feel him getting close, and so are you, “gonna cum soon, puppy.”

“pleaseplease, i’m so close, so fuckin’ good, don’t stop—” you beg, legs pinned impossibly tight, no escape, only taking him.

he pounds you faster, harder, focused only on your cunt, still rubbing your clit every thrust. you’ll never get used to his size. “cum f’me, c’mon.. fffuckkk, swallow it all, baby, take my cock—” he slams into you with impossible speed, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room, wet and filthy. “my dirty little slut, yeahhh, fuckkk.. can feel you stretching for me—” he groans, head falling back, as another thick wave of cum floods you, stuffing you full until it leaks everywhere. he keeps stroking it into you, milking himself inside your cunt, smearing the mess across your folds. “fuck, you take me so good, made me milk you dry.” he slaps his cock against your pussy a few times, making you shake. “but you loved it, didn’t you, lil slut?”

you try to get a good look at him, tears still streaming from your eyes, body slowly coming down from your high. jungkook keeps you pressed close for a few more minutes, and when you go soft in his hold, pliant, he realizes you’re on the verge of drifting off. he chuckles, carrying you into the bathroom, “baby don’t sleep, we gotta wash all this dirt off you, hear me?” his lips find your cheeks, your mouth, soft and gentle for the first time tonight.

he fills the tub while you perch on the bathroom island, even reaching for your favorite shower gels, taking his time as if savoring it. “let me take care of my big baby,” he smirks, fingers squeezing at your cheeks.

“who’s the big baby here?” but you don’t resist when he lifts you up and sets you in the tub, climbing in himself to settle beneath you. your arms wrap around his neck the second you get the chance, clinging. “stay still, i gotta wash you, don’t squirm,” he laughs under his breath, hands lathered with foam as he works through your hair, massaging your scalp, rinsing with water.

“jungkook,” you try to cut in, lips pouting, a knot of regret curling low in your stomach, “i wanna apologize..”

he interrupts, “don’t wanna hear it, that’s the past, you hear me? we’re through it, no point in bringing it up,” he murmurs as he spreads the foam down your chest, rinsing every trace of dirt away.

“but what if..” you pout harder.

“you’re mine, right?” you nod too quickly, but steady, “that’s what matters most to me. you’re mine. this pussy’s mine. all of you’s mine. won’t give you to anyone,” he presses you closer, his legs spread wide beneath you, kissing your lips softly. you don’t want it to end, but jungkook knows for certain—his love for you never will.

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jk helping you figure out a toy turns into him making you squirt all over his cock

tw: spit, degradation, overstimulation, rough sex

“tch—quit squirming,” jk mutters, low and rough, like you’re pissing him off just by breathing. his thigh’s pressed against you where you’re sprawled on his couch, legs open, toy buzzing between your soaked folds.

you can’t even look at him—head tipped back, lip caught between your teeth, because fuck, it’s too much. you’ve been at it for ten minutes and he hasn’t even touched you with his hands yet. just sitting there, all spread out in that black tee, watching like he’s got all night.

“s’too much,” you mumble, but your hips rock into the toy anyway.

he huffs a laugh—sharp, mean. “nah, baby. you just don’t know how to use it. here—” he leans in, big hand wrapping around your wrist, dragging it down so the toy grinds right on your clit. “see that? that’s the fuckin’ spot. keep it there.”

your thighs twitch, cunt clenching around nothing, and he notices—of course he fuckin’ does.

“ngh—jk—”

“what?” he mocks, voice all fake-innocent, eyes dark. “too much for my needy little fuck buddy? thought you wanted to try toys. ain’t my fault you can’t stop gettin’ messy the second it hits right.”

you shake your head, whimper spilling out, but it’s useless—he’s got you pinned, arm heavy over your hips now so you can’t move away. the buzz rattles through your bones, your cunt soaking his couch cushion, and his grin just gets filthier.

“fuck, you’re wet. bet you’d squeeze the life outta my cock right now if i gave it to you.” he presses the toy harder, dragging it down to circle your entrance before pushing it back up. “but this is better, huh? makes you stupid. makes you whimper. s’pretty when you sob like that.”

your back arches, breath stuttering, and his other hand’s already in his sweatpants, slow stroking while he watches you fall apart.

“yeah… keep goin’. wanna see how hard you shake when you cum for a toy. then i’ll fuck you so deep you’ll forget your own fuckin’ name.”

“fuck—there,” jk grunts, leaning over you now, his hand replacing the toy in one smooth move. two thick fingers slide into your soaked cunt, curling just right, his thumb rubbing hard circles over your clit.

you jolt, thighs clamping around his wrist, but he just pries them open with a rough push. “don’t fuckin’ close up on me now, baby. we’re gettin’ somewhere.”

you try to say something—his name, maybe, a warning—but it comes out a broken, high-pitched whimper. his grin is lazy, almost bored, like this is nothing for him.

“s’good, huh? can feel you flutterin’ all over my fingers. needy little cunt.” his pace stays steady, lowkey, like he’s got no intention of letting you off easy. the slick sound of him working you over is obscene, echoing in the quiet.

“ngh—jk—wait—”

“nah. you’re right there. i can fuckin’ feel it,” he says, voice dropping to a filthy murmur against your ear. “gonna give it to me, yeah? make a mess all over my fuckin’ hand?”

the curl of his fingers hits that spot again—over and over, thumb never leaving your clit—and your whole body locks up before shuddering hard. a rush of wet spills out of you, soaking his hand, the couch, your thighs.

“oh, fuck—” you gasp, but he’s already slowing, pulling his hand free with a wet pop.

he looks down at you, smirking, fingers glistening. “look at that. my messy girl.” he wipes his hand on your inner thigh, casual as anything. “didn’t even need my cock to make you squirt. s’pretty when you don’t even try.”

he leans back, still stroking himself lazy under his sweats. “now… let’s see if you can do that on my dick.”

he doesn’t rush. just shoves his sweats down enough to free his cock, heavy and leaking, the head flushed dark.

“open up,” he says, and you do, still dazed, still dripping from the mess he just pulled out of you. he drags the blunt head through your folds, smearing your own slick everywhere, rubbing slow over your clit until you whine.

“tch—listen to you,” he mutters, voice gone deep and smug. “already fuckin’ whimperin’ and i haven’t even put it in yet.”

when he finally pushes forward, it’s steady—inch by inch—stretching you open until you’re gasping. he doesn’t blink, doesn’t look away, just watches your face twist while his cock sinks all the way to the hilt.

“s’pretty,” he says like it’s fact, hips grinding in slow circles that drag him against your sweet spot. “cunt still flutterin’ from that little squirt show you put on for me.”

your nails dig into his shoulders, legs trembling around his hips, and he just smirks, keeping that unhurried rhythm that drives you insane.

“ngh—jk—”

“yeah, i know, baby,” he murmurs, almost lazy, but his voice is thick. “feels too good, huh? every time i pull out, your greedy little hole’s chasin’ me. can feel it.”

he leans down, mouth by your ear. “gonna make you do it again. squirt all over my cock this time. keep it slow ‘til you can’t fuckin’ take it.”

he keeps rolling his hips, deep and steady, the wet slide getting louder, your cunt clenching tighter with every drag. the pressure builds until you’re shaking, nails raking down his back.

“there she is,” he breathes, and then you break—another rush spilling around him, soaking his abs, his thighs.

he pulls back just enough to watch, groaning low. “fuck, that’s it. all over me. messy fuckin’ girl.”

he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even speed up—just keeps that same slow grind, eyes locked on the way you’re leaking around him. “we’re not done ‘til you do that again.”

the shift is instant. one second he’s dragging it out, all slow grind and smug little smirks—next, he’s got both hands on your hips, hauling you down the couch so he can fuck into you properly.

“enough playin’,” he growls, voice ragged now. “you wanted my cock—here.”

the first snap of his hips knocks the breath out of you, wet slap of skin on skin sharp in the quiet. he’s not holding back, every thrust heavy, shoving you up the cushions, his cock hitting so deep it’s almost nauseating.

“ngh—jk—fuck—”

“yeah, you fuckin’ love it,” he spits, watching the way your tits bounce with every thrust. “this greedy cunt’s suckin’ me in like it can’t get enough.”

his abs are soaked, thighs slick from your mess, and he’s just getting rougher, the couch creaking under the force.

“look at you—fuckin’ squirting again—” he groans, grinning when another rush spills out around him, dripping down to the cushions. “god, you’re filthy. so fuckin’ messy for me.”

your legs shake, heels digging into his back, but he just pins them open wider. “nah, keep ‘em spread. wanna watch it gush while i ruin you.”

you’re babbling now, words slurred into moans, and it just spurs him on. he’s panting, hair stuck to his forehead, eyes locked on where he’s buried inside you.

“cum again. right fuckin’ now,” he orders, and somehow your body obeys—cunt clenching hard, another wave soaking him.

he fucks you through it, groaning low, his cock dragging against every raw, overstimulated nerve until you’re sobbing into the cushions.

“s’pretty when you break like that,” he breathes, finally grinding to a stop, still deep inside. “my perfect fuckin’ mess.”

you’re still limp under him, chest heaving, skin hot and sticky. the room smells like sex—thick, heavy—and his cock’s still sitting deep inside you, twitching every now and then like he’s not ready to let you go yet.

he’s leaning back on his hands, hair damp, sweat sliding down his throat. his breathing’s slowed, but his grin hasn’t.

“you alive down there, baby?” he drawls, like he didn’t just fuck the life out of you.

you groan, trying to shift, but his hands find your hips, holding you in place. “mm—don’t move yet,” he murmurs, voice gone low and lazy. “feels too good like this. all warm ‘n stuffed full.”

his thumb strokes absently over your hipbone, the motion almost gentle—if not for the fact that you can feel him still hard inside you.

“s’cute when you twitch around me like that,” he says, and you can hear the smirk in it. “means you’re still thinkin’ about it. still feelin’ me.”

you hum something incoherent, head lolling to the side, and he chuckles. “wrecked my couch, you know. ‘m gonna be smellin’ you in here for days.”

he leans forward, his chest pressing to your back, mouth at your ear. “good,” he says, all quiet and satisfied. “means you’ll come back.”

he stays there another minute, cock still buried, just breathing you in—lazy, heavy, and smug—like he owns you without even having to say it.

[uurstruly]

PRETTY ᝰ j. jungkook

in which ,, jungkook can’t get enough of you

contains ,, smut , overstimulation , crying ( in pleasure ) , pussydrunk!jungkook , tummy bulge , female body parts , pet names ( baby, pretty, princess ). first time writing smut, have mercy on me !!

𝒴ou cant remember how you got here. thighs pressed against your chest while jungkook drills into you.

his pace fastening and your moans growing louder. the room reeks of sex and sweat. cum leaking down your back onto the bed sheets and all you can do is take it.

“you still with me, pretty?” he asks through shaky breaths, all you could do is blabber—your eyes crossing and rolling back. he was so deep in you that a small bulge appeared beneath your belly button everytime he re entered

and oh it hurt so good.

tears rolled down your face staining the pillow beneath your head , face red and flushed, eyes half open and eyebrows angled up in the corners. you wrapped your legs around his waist in a attempt to stop him, pushing at his legs. “uh-uh move.” he continued thrusting into your leaking core, pushing your legs back into place

“jun– oh my! jun-jungkook please,” you whined “no more please” he ignored your pleas smirking and leaning down rubbing his tongue onto yours. you kissed back moaning into his mouth, “im cumming again” you yelped “it’s okay baby, i got you” your vision blurred, stars replacing jungkook’s face.

he leaned down and kissed you again, you guys cum mixing and filling you up once more. he laid his head down on your chest, letting your legs go.

both breathing heavy “one more baby, just one more” he’s lying. again. he said that the second time you came—and the third and the fourth— and now the fifth. but nonetheless you still weakly nodded.

he flipped you over flat on your stomach, placing his cock back into your overstimulated core. his hips slapping against your ass “it’s s’good kook, so good” you babbled. he grabbed his phone off the night stand— placing in infront of your fucked out face, snapping a picture. “my pretty princess”

throwing the phone somewhere on the bed, resting his head on your shoulder as he hit that spot so deep inside you. you reached back pushing at his lower abdomen, “move. i wont tell you again” he growled, holding your hand behind your back.

“fuck baby, you’re killing me” he chuckled, kissing your shoulder—going up to your neck—then your cheek and then finally to your lips. turning your head so your foreheads touched, taking in each others breaths and moans. you nearly screamed when he reached down and starting twirling at your clit,

more tears rushing down, pace fastening, sound of clapping skin increasing, moans growing louder, and that spongy spot inside you getting abused. it was all too much for you, “aw, dont cry pretty,” he whispered with fake empathy “remember? you asked for this” but you didn’t couldn’t remember

the only thing you could think about is the way he was fucking you. everything went blurry, and you face planted into the pillow, your orgasm washing over you. you gained back conciseness to him kissing over you. “did good baby, give me one more?” and all you could do was whine again as he put you in a different position.

you were gonna be so sore in the morning.

a/n ,, yall hyping me up too much in my post, thanks so much for all the love and support, it’s all very appreciated. i’m so glad yall enjoy my stuff 🫶🏽😖

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[jkwrites-m]

Pull Over

Pairing: police officer!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: smut, yandere, dark (PLEASE READ WARNINGS!!)

Word Count: 7k

Summary: A dark road becomes forever when obsession wears a badge.

Warnings: MDNI, Explicit, 18+, DD:DNE, speeding, police, power imbalance, yandere, obsession, explicit manhandling, defiance, handcuffs, guns, lying, manipulation, threats, harsh language, fear, chasing, hitting (slapping), shoving, despair, helplessness, mocking, kidnapping, disdain, mentions of past murder, jungkook is crazy!, explicit: noncon to dubcon, heavy degradation, sexual fantasies, spanking, groping, unwanted sexual touch, primal kink (predatory/prey), humiliation kink, breeding/claiming kink, dominant!jk, forced undressing/nudity, gunplay, unprotected sex, restriction/bondage (handcuffs), overstimulation.

A/N: when i tell you that this is dark- i mean it. like wayyy darker than chp 8 of another time. this can be very triggering so PLEASE!!! proceed with caution. also, i know this is very different from my normal fics but i rlly love yandere/dark/horror fics and novels & i rlly wanted to try it out. if this isn’t your thing, i totally get it! i won’t be offended if this isn’t for you! pls lmk what you think 🫶

Note: this fic sometimes flips back and forth between OC & JK (2nd person). you’ll be able to tell!

♡ MASTERLIST

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before - 

You’re just trying to get home. That’s all.

The last thing you want is to be out here, alone on some empty road with the sky bleeding from gold to purple.

But you had class. Late lab section. The professor wouldn’t let anyone leave early. Your notes are crammed with half-legible scrawls about enzymes and practical test dates. You toss the notebook onto the passenger seat. Your bag spills open. Pens roll onto the floor. You curse, leaning over to grab one.

Your eyes flick to your phone in the console. 5% battery. Of course. You don’t even have a charger. Your roommate’s probably wondering where you are.

Shit.

You promised you’d be home in time to watch your show together. She even saved you takeout.

You tap your GPS. It flickers in the low light. The screen dims, saving battery. Shortest route home.

You know it’s risky- some little back road through the edge of the woods. Barely even a proper highway. But you’re late. And the sky is getting darker.

You sigh, tapping “Start.”

Your phone lights the route in cold blue.

You turn onto the narrow two-lane road, your tires crunching over gravel at the edges. Wind rattles the leaves in the trees on either side. You glance at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair is messy from the long day. Your eyes look tired.

You let out a breath, trying to relax. It’s fine. It’s just a shortcut.

You’ll be home in twenty minutes. Your roommate will tease you for taking so long. You’ll microwave dinner. Laugh. Forget the way this road feels so lonely.

Your music plays loud enough to distract you. You tap the wheel with your thumb. Try to keep your speed steady but slowly getting faster. 

You don’t see the headlights yet.

But they’re coming.

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You hate this fucking town. The same back roads every night, the same broken fences and sagging porches. Every call on the radio is the same bullshit: a drunk husband screaming at his wife, kids throwing rocks at windows, noise complaints from people who can’t stand each other. You drive past it all in your cruiser, listening to the static chatter with your fingers drumming the wheel, wishing someone would give you a reason to care.

Because you don’t.

You don’t care about these people. You don’t respect them. You don’t even see them as people most of the time. They’re livestock that got too used to thinking they’re in charge. Worthless. Pathetic. You feel the anger simmering under your ribs, a constant heat you’ve learned to control. Your pulse stays steady. Your face stays blank. That’s what they all see: Officer Jeon, professional, calm, in control.

But you know what you are.

You want something real tonight. Someone you can feel. Someone you can make feel you. You want a reason to use your hands. To hear begging that isn’t in your head. Your tongue drags across your teeth as you shift in your seat, the leather creaking. The holster presses into your side. You think about using it, not to kill- no, killing is boring- but to threaten. To dominate.

You remember the last one. The one who wouldn’t stop screaming until you showed her how quiet she could be with a hand around her throat squeezing the life out of her as you came inside her. That memory makes you shift uncomfortably, heat pooling low in your belly. You let out a slow breath. You’re calm. Always calm. Even when you’re imagining things that would get you fired, arrested, killed.

Especially then.

Your mind wanders. You imagine pulling over some stupid, clueless girl on one of these dark roads. She’d look up at you with big eyes, all fear and confusion. She’d talk back. Try to act tough. You’d fix that. You’d break it. You’d make her beg. Cry. Say she’s sorry even when she doesn’t know what for. You’d make her yours.

Your mouth twists into a humorless smile as you stare at the empty road. Nothing. No one.

You’re just about to turn around when headlights appear in the distance. Bright. Moving too fast. You see them swerve slightly around the bend, tires scraping gravel at the shoulder.

You sit up straighter.

Finally.

Someone worth your time.

You rest your hand on the switch. You see her car whip past you with feminine stickers on the rear windshield. 

Perfect.

You flip on the lights. Red and blue strobe over the dark trees like warning fangs. The siren blares, screaming through the quiet night.

Your heart rate doesn’t spike. Your breathing doesn’t change. But you’re smiling.

Because you know you have her now.

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present - 

You shouldn’t even be on this road. It’s one of those winding, narrow lanes that cuts through the trees like a scar. Blacktop crumbling at the edges, the center line barely visible in the dusk.

But you were late, and your phone’s GPS told you this was the fastest route. You’re going too fast. Music too loud. Heart racing from caffeine and stress.

Then- flashing blue and red behind you.

Your gut lurches. You swear and slam the brakes. Your car shudders to a stop on the gravel shoulder, rocking slightly. The dash lights glow on your face as you stare at the rearview.

He hasn’t gotten out yet. For a second there’s only the ticking of your cooling engine, the throb of your pulse in your ears. Then the cruiser’s door swings open.

Boots first. Black, polished, heavy. Then the uniform. Dark navy. Badged. Armed.

And him.

He’s taller than you expected. Lean but strong. Broad shoulders that make the bulletproof vest look molded to him. His black hair is slightly mussed but neat, framing a face that’s almost too pretty to be real.

But the eyes ruin it. Dark. Flat. Assessing.

Predatory.

He walks slowly, no rush. The flashing lights paint him in red and blue, making him look like some demon come to collect a debt.

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You see her for the first time through the glass of the window.

There she is.

A little thing, clutching her wheel like it’ll save her. Wide, innocent eyes flashing with fear. Lips parted like she’s about to beg.

You can already hear her whimpering.

You want that. No- you need it. She’s perfect. Young, naive, mouthy just enough to make it fun. The kind you can break. The kind you can own. You imagine her pinned beneath you. Sobbing. Trying to talk back even as you force her to submit.

Your cock throbs in your uniform pants at the thought.

Mine.

You smile as you approach her window.

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Your hand trembles as you roll down the window.

“Officer…” you try to keep your voice steady, friendly, harmless. “I- I’m sorry. I know I was going a little over. But there was no one around-”

He leans down. Eyes don’t blink.

“You know how fast you were going?”

You swallow. “About… maybe fifteen over? I wasn’t really paying attention.”

His gaze drifts lower, over your body even though you’re in the car. His nostrils flare like he’s scenting you. He leans in even closer, shadow swallowing your door frame.

“You been drinking tonight?”

Your head jerks back. “What? No! Nothing.”

“Smells like weed in there too.”

Your mouth falls open. “It does not- I don’t even smoke!”

“Step out of the car.”

Your brow furrows. “Wait- what? I- I can give you my license and-”

He tilts his head slightly. A smirk plays on his lips.

“I smell alcohol.”

Your mouth falls open. “What? No- you don’t! I haven’t had anything!”

“I said. Step out. Now.” There’s no inflection. No raised voice. Just cold command.

You freeze, then shake your head. “I’m not drunk. I’m not getting out for that- ”

He moves. So fast you don’t see it coming. His hand snakes in through the window, grabbing your chin hard enough to make you gasp and clack your teeth together.

“You’re going to make this difficult, aren’t you?” he murmurs, voice like oil on water.

You try to pull back. He holds tighter. He’s holding you in place, fingers pressing painfully into your jaw. 

“Officer, let go of me- ”

“Get. Out.”

Your heart stutters and you’re breathing too fast as he lets go. Your seatbelt is still on. He waits, watching you with dark amusement as you fumble it off. He steps back half a foot to let you out, but still close so you can’t breathe.

The forest is silent. The only sound is your heartbeat and the wind. You stumble onto the gravel, shoes crunching. And he starts to circle you like a shark.

You try to keep your voice steady. “I didn’t do anything. You can’t just- ”

“Hands on the hood.”

“No. I want your badge number! I’m not drunk or high or whatever! This is ridiculous-”

Suddenly he’s behind you. A hard shove between your shoulder blades sends you stumbling forward. Your palms slam onto cold metal.

“Fuck- you can’t- ”

His hand wraps around the back of your neck, fingers digging into your skin.

“I said.” his voice drops lower, crueler, “Hands. On. The. Fucking. Car.”

Your breath fogs the hood. Your fingers splay on the metal. Your vision swims and you can’t move.

“Why are you doing this?”

He chuckles. “Because I can.”

Click.

Cold metal snaps over one wrist. 

“No- wait! Stop it!”

He yanks your other arm back and cuffs it- a snap that echoes in the trees. You wince at the tightness. He leans over you, breath hot in your ear.

“You’re under investigation for DUI and possession of alcohol and marijuana.”

“Bullshit! I don’t have anything! Search my car!”

“Oh, I will.”

His hands slide down your sides. You flinch as he palms your ass roughly.

“Sto-”

“Shut up.”

His hands slide up under your hoodie, lifting it cruelly so your bare stomach hits the cold air. He palms your breast, fingers closing hard over your nipple through the fabric.

“Please- don’t-”

“I said shut the fuck up.”

He pinches it until you’re shaking.

“Look at you,” he purrs, voice low. “Squirming for me.”

He laughs in your ear.

“You’re probably wet from my hands all over you, right?”

“I’m not- you fucking pig! LET ME GO!”

He laughs softly.

“God, I love it when you fight.”

You can’t see him, but you feel him behind you. Pressed in close. His belt presses into your hips.

“I should arrest you for resisting.”

“I’m not resisting- I’m innocent- ”

He slides a hand down between your thighs, forcing them wider. Your cuffed arms can’t protect you. He jams his fingers roughly against your clothed slit, enough pressure to make you yelp. Your knees buckle. He holds you up with his grip on your hair, yanking your head back so your throat arches.

“You want me to stop?”

“YES!”

He kisses your neck. Just once. Cruel, biting.

“Liar.”

He steps back but keeps a hand on your cuffs, jerking you so you slam back onto the car.

You sob, humiliated.

“Please- I didn’t do anything,” you whimper.

He breathes in your ear.

“You did everything,” he hisses. “You just don’t know it yet.”

He finally steps back. The loss of heat is almost as jarring as his touch.

You’re shaking.

“Look at you,” he says. “All worked up over nothing. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re thoroughly searched.”

You sob, humiliated. You want to spit at him. Scream. But you’re too busy breathing in shuddering gasps.

He turns his back to you, sauntering to the cruiser door, checking his belt, like he didn’t just manhandle you.

“Wait here.”

He doesn’t even look back. Your eyes dart around wildly.

The forest is darkening.

Your breath saws in and out of your lungs. You feel the cuffs biting your wrists. Your chest heaves and your legs tremble.

He’s not holding you. He’s not looking. He’s going to put something away in the car, or call dispatch, or get something worse.

Your pulse hammers.

Run.

It’s now or never. 

You spin on your heel and bolt. 

Your feet scrape on gravel, then hit dirt. You plunge into the trees. Branches whip your face. Rocks bite at your soles. The cuffs limit your balance.

But you don’t stop. You don’t dare look back.

Behind you, there’s silence for half a second.

Then:

“Ahhh. Fuck.”

He sees you. You hear the car door slam.

“Run, baby.” his voice calls, too calm, too amused. “Run all you want.”

Your blood turns to ice. You push deeper into the tree- the forest swallowing you whole. You know it’s not over. Not even close. 

Your lungs burn. The cuffs around your wrists bite with every misstep, the metal digging in with cruel precision. You’re running blind- just trees and shadows, your feet slipping on roots and moss. Your breath saws in and out, loud and ugly.

He’s behind you.

He’s behind you.

You don’t know how far. You don’t dare look.

His last words still ring in your ears:

“Run, baby. Run all you want.”

There’s no mistaking the amusement in his voice. The thrill. He’s not mad. He’s playing.

You dart between two trees, nearly slamming into a trunk. Your shoulder scrapes bark. You don’t stop. Everything inside you is screaming- panic, shame, pure adrenaline.

You think you hear his boots. Maybe not. Maybe it’s just your heartbeat. Your jeans are soaked with dew. Your hoodie snags on brambles. One shoe nearly flies off, but you can’t stop.

Your breath hitches as you stumble into a shallow dip in the earth. Your knees slam into cold dirt. You bite your lip to keep from crying out.

Then-

snap

A twig behind you. Too close.

You choke on your breath and duck behind a tree. Crouching. Trembling. Trying to become invisible.

Then:

“You’re so fucking bad at hiding, baby.”

Your blood freezes.

“Don’t cry yet,” his voice is closer. Almost gentle. Mocking. “You haven’t even seen what I do when I catch something.”

You cover your mouth with your cuffed hands. Your knuckles are scraped raw from the fall.

Leaves rustle. A boot crunches. He’s circling you. And you can’t stop shaking.

“Little rabbit thinks she can outrun the wolf.”

You bolt. Again. No thought, just pure terror.

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You grin.

She’s faster than you expected. Desperate. Cute. But not smart.

You’ve been tracking every clumsy step she’s taken since the second she ran. She thinks she’s hiding. You let her think that. Her breathing is so loud. Her cuffs jingle every time she flinches.

You could’ve grabbed her minutes ago. But where’s the fun in that? You want her terrified. Wild-eyed. You want her stumbling through the dark with her pretty mouth shaking and her thighs slick with fear.

You love the way she looks when she thinks she has a chance. She doesn’t. She never did.

You lick your lips. Time to collect what’s yours.

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He laughs. Loud. Deep. Guttural.

You don’t get far. Maybe twenty steps before a strong arm loops around your waist and slams you backward against a tree.

The bark digs into your spine. Your scream is muffled by a gloved hand. He’s right there. Face inches from yours.

Smiling.

“There you are.”

You kick. Twist. Thrash in his grip. But he doesn’t budge. His thigh wedges between yours, grinding into you obscenely just to humiliate you.

“Thought you could outrun me?”

You try to bite his hand. He chuckles and slaps you. Not hard enough to knock you out. Just hard enough to make your cheek sting.

“Bad girl.”

His hand fists in your hair. Yanks your head back. Your throat stretches, vulnerable.

“You have no idea how much trouble you’re in.”

Your voice finally breaks through. “Let go- please, let me go- I’ll never say anything-”

“Let you go?”

He laughs and shoves you harder into the tree. His hand snakes under your hoodie, slides up your back, nails grazing skin.

“You think this is about what you’ll say?” he snarls into your ear. “You think you matter that much?”

“I-  didn’t do anything- ”

“Oh, no baby, you did,” he growls. “You looked at me. You made me feel things. You’re mine now.”

He kisses you.

Rough. Unwanted. His tongue forces its way into your mouth. You try to scream, but his fingers are tangled in your hair too tight. He pulls back. Licks your bottom lip.

“That mouth,” he whispers. “Gonna make you say such pretty things when you’re under me.”

You shake your head violently. “Please… please don’t-”

He cups your cheek. Smiles. Then slaps it again. Harder.

“Beg better.”

Your legs go weak. He grabs your throat. Not to choke but to remind you he could. That he wants to. Your whimpers make his eyes burn hotter.

He leans in. Sniffs your neck.

“You smell so fucking sweet.”

His free hand slides between your legs again. Presses. Rubs. You twist, cry out, try to break free. The cuffs stop you. The tree behind your back stops you. He stops you.

“I want to hear you beg for me to stop,” he whispers. “And then I want to hear you beg me to keep going.”

You cry. He moans like it’s music.

Then, he pulls you away from the tree and throws you over his shoulder. Like you weigh nothing. You pound your fists into his back, even though it was useless. He just laughs.

“Kick all you want, baby. I like when they squirm.”

The forest spins as he walks deeper. You scream into the trees. Birds scatter. No one comes. 

His palm cracks across your ass. “Louder. Maybe someone will come save you.”

Another slap.

“Spoiler alert: they won’t.”

You sob. As his grip on your thigh tightens as he hauls you like stolen prey, his voice a low growl:

“You’re mine now. And the fun’s just getting started.”

He doesn’t stop walking until the woods swallow every last trace of the road behind you.

You’re thrown to the ground. You land on your stomach hard, your breath whooshing out in a pained gasp. The cuffs clank as you instinctively try to brace yourself. You start trying to push yourself up but you can’t get up. He’s already on you.

A boot presses down on your back. Not enough to break you. Just enough to pin you, humiliate you, remind you what you are.

“Such a good little runner,” he hums. “Almost made me work for it.”

You sob.

“Please- please don’t do this.”

He laughs- low and delighted. He crouches down, fingers twisting in your hair, yanking your head up so you have to look at him.

Your eyes meet his, fear mingling with something else- something you couldn’t name. His gaze was intense, his expression a mix of annoyance and desire. He ran a hand down your side, his touch deliberate, his fingers grazing the curve of your hip.

“Look at those tears. Fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry.”

You squeeze your eyes shut.

He shakes your head roughly. “Eyes. Open.”

You obey, trembling.

He smiles. “Good girl.”

His thumb smears a tear across your cheek. Then he presses that wet thumb to your lip, forcing you to taste it.

“You know you were never getting away, right?”

“Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I swear-”

He snorts. “No, you won’t.”

He stands, dragging you up with him by your hair and you whimper loudly. Your knees scrape against dirt and roots as you struggle to stand. He shoves you hard against a tree trunk. Your face presses into the rough bark.

His hands wander immediately- rough, entitled, unkind. He grips your hips, grinding himself against your ass.

“Mine.”

You squirm.

“Stop- don’t-”

He pulls you back by the hair, arching your spine. His other hand snakes under your hoodie, dragging it up, exposing your back, your bra, your shivering skin.

“Fuck, look at you. So innocent.” He sniffs you, moaning. “Smelling like fear.”

You try to pull away.

He laughs in your ear. “Keep fighting. I fucking love it.”

He bites you between your neck and shoulder. You cry out- turning your head and slightly scraping your face against the bark. 

“Shhh.” He licks the bite. “Don’t want you too bruised. Yet.”

You try to push him off with your bound hands. He grabs them and slams them higher up the tree, pinning them there with one hand. His other hand drags over your stomach, lower. You clamp your thighs together. 

He kicks your foot. “Spread.”

You don’t. Making him growl.

Then you feel it. The barrel of the gun slides between your knees. He nudges it higher, just barely grazing the inside of your thigh.

“Spread,” he repeats.

“You want to see what happens if I don’t ask so nicely next time?”

Sobbing, you obey. 

He puts the gun away and slides his hand between your legs. Over your jeans at first, then under the waistband, fingers finding your panties. He strokes you through the fabric, deliberately slow.

Your breath hitched as his fingers brushed against your panties, his touch both gentle and demanding. You felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet there was a part of you that thrilled at his dominance.

“So wet.”

You sob.

“Please… please stop.”

“I already told you baby, you need to beg better.”

He rips at your hoodie, pulling it over your head roughly. Your arms can’t help you. It bunches around your bound wrists, leaving you in just your bra. He steps back to look at you.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

You shake. Teeth chattering.

“Please… I’ll do anything, please don’t hurt me…”

He hums, pleased.

“Oh, I’m going to hurt you.” He smiles. “But you’re going to like it.”

He unbuckles his belt slowly, eyes never leaving you. You let out a strangled sob., making him chuckle.

“Good girl. Cry for me.”

He leans in. Kisses your cheek. Softly. Tenderly.

“You’re mine now. My pretty little pet. My plaything.”

You flinch as his hand closes around your throat. Not squeezing. Just there. A promise.

“Say you’re mine.” He growls

You shake your head frantically. He slaps you.

“Say it.”

“No! No- please- ”

He sighs like he’s disappointed. Then you see it. He draws the gun from his holster again and holds it lazily at his side.

“You’re really going to make me use this?”

He presses the cold metal barrel to your stomach. You freeze.

“So fucking say it,” he says again, softly. “Say you’re mine, or I’ll make a mess right here in the woods.”

“I’m yours!” you sob instantly.

He smiles.

“Good girl.”

He licks the tears off your cheek.

“Now beg me to keep you.”

You sob.

“I- I don’t want- I can’t- ”

He grips your hair again, yanking you back. He pushes the gun deeper into your stomach.

“Beg me.”

“I- please… keep me…” you say sobbing loudly. 

His eyes blaze.

“Fuck. That’s better.”

He releases you. You slump to the ground, half-naked, shaking.

He circles you like a wolf around prey.

“Clothes off.”

You stare up at him, horrified.

He cocks his head. “Do it. Or I’ll do it for you.”

Hands shaking, you try to wriggle out of your bra. Your jeans are harder with the cuffs. You fumble. Fail. He sighs dramatically.

“Pathetic.”

He crouches. One hand grabs your hair again, the other rips at your jeans. The button pops. The zipper drags painfully over your hips. He forces them down roughly, taking your panties with them.

You’re left shivering, dirty, humiliated. He leans back on his haunches to admire his work.

“Look at you. Perfect.”

You try to curl up. He doesn’t let you. He grabs your ankle and drags you flat on your back.

You scream. He clamps a hand over your mouth.

“Shut up. Don’t want you scaring the wildlife.”

He leans close. His hair brushes your face.

“Gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget your own name.”

You shake your head violently. He surges forward and kisses you, shoving his tongue in your mouth. Deep. Wet. Disgusting.

You gag, causing him to laugh.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you love it.”

He presses his knee between your legs, forcing them apart. You try to fight. He pins your wrists above your head again with one hand. His other hand roams your body freely, groping your breasts, pinching your nipples until you whimper and squirm.

“Shh, baby. Don’t worry. The real fun’s about to start.”

You sob. He smiles down at you, eyes dark, hungry. “You’re not going anywhere. Not until I’m finished with you.”

He pauses, “And I’m never finished.”

The forest is quiet except for your sobbing.

Your face is streaked with tears, hair tangled from his grip. Dirt smears your skin. Your bare chest rises and falls with panicked gasps. Jungkook stands over you, belt coiled in his hand like a leash. His eyes are bright in the gloom, teeth bared in a smile that’s all wolf.

“Look at you.”

He says it like an accusation.

You try to scoot back on your ass, bound wrists scraping roots. Your jeans are gone. Your panties lie shredded nearby. Your bra dangles from a branch where he flung it. You’re naked. Exposed.

He moves before you can blink. His boot presses on your thigh, pinning you. He leans over, grabbing your wrists and wrenching them higher above your head. He uses his belt to tether them low on the slanted tree trunk.

Your scream is high and broken.

“Please! Don’t- don’t do this! I’ll do anything, please let me go!”

He just hushes you.

“You are doing something for me.”

He leans close, nose brushing your cheek.

“You’re going to make me feel good.”

You twist, trying to buck him off. His laugh is a rasp. He lets you squirm- watching you fight. You feel him getting harder through his uniform.

“God, keep fighting. Makes it so much sweeter when you break.”

You sob, words failing you.

His hands roam. Palms you like meat. Gropes your breasts, thumbs flicking your nipples. He pinches them until you squeal.

“Say it,” he murmurs. “Say you’re mine.”

You shake your head.

He slaps you. Hard. Your head jerks.

“Say. It.”

“I’m-” your voice cracks. “I’m yours.”

He sighs in pleasure.

“Again.”

“I’m yours.”

He kisses you violently. You gasp, trying to turn away. He bites your lip until it bleeds.

“Taste that?” he says against your mouth. “That’s you giving yourself to me.”

You sob. He breaks the kiss to slide lower. His mouth on your neck, biting, sucking hickeys that will stay for days.

“I’m going to mark every fucking inch of you.”

He places the gun beside your head in the dirt, just close enough for you to see it. You stare at it with wide, panicked eyes.

He watches your gaze and smirks. “One wrong move, and I’ll use that to remind you who owns you.”

He licks a path down to your chest. Sucks your nipple so hard it hurts. Bites the swell of your breast. You wail, trying to twist away.

He growls. “Stay. Still.”

Your wrists burn in the belt restraint. His hand slides down your stomach. He cups your mound.

You jerk. “Please- don’t touch me there-”

He smirks. “Sweet thing, that’s the only place I want to touch.” he says while laughing in your face. 

He parts your folds with rough fingers. You’re wet. You whimper in humiliation. He hums like it’s praise.

“Fuck, you’re soaking. Did you know that?”

“I’m not- I’m scared-”

“Same difference to me.”

He thrusts two fingers inside you without warning. Your back arches. You keen in pain.

But there’s something worse.

Heat. Low in your belly. A flutter you try to crush. You whimper in horror at the way your hips rock helplessly. 

“No- please-“

He moans at the feel of you clenching. “Tight little cunt. Made for me.”

You sob, shaking your head violently.

He scissors you open. Your feet scrabble at the ground uselessly. He pulls his fingers out and smears your slick over your clit. You squeal, trying to twist away. 

He grabs your throat. Not choking but controlling “Stop.”

He rubs you mercilessly, circles your clit until your hips betray you and buck. You sob in shame.

“That’s it. Good girl. Show me how bad you hate it.”

Your breath hitches in a moan you didn’t mean. He notices and grins.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

You shake violently. “No- I- I fucking hate you-”

He slides his fingers back in. Crooks them cruelly.You feel something building despite everything. Your thighs tremble.

You gasp.

“No- please- I don’t want to-”

He leans in, teeth grazing your ear. “Cum for me.”

You shake your head, silently crying. He moves faster. More relentless.

“I said. Cum.”

Your whole body locks up. You scream.  But it’s not just pain. Your vision whites out. You cum. You tried to hold back, but it was no use. Your body betrayed you, your walls clenching around his fingers as you cried out, your orgasm tearing through you like a storm. Your walls spasm around his fingers, pulsing slick. You moan and sob at the same time. He moans at the feel of it.

He groans, grinding his cock against your thigh through his uniform.

He didn’t stop, even as you trembled, his fingers continuing to stroke you until you were a quivering mess.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your legs weak. He smirked, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

“Fuck yes. That’s what I wanted. Look at you. Perfect.”

You sob so hard you can’t breathe. He pulls his fingers out and smears your wetness on your lips.

“Taste it.”

You try to turn away. He holds your chin. Forces it. He hums in satisfaction. He unzips his pants. Your eyes widened as he freed his cock, thick and hard, the sight of it sending a fresh wave of heat through your body.

“You know what’s next.”

You turn your head away, tears soaking the dirt.

“I- I can’t- I’m sorry-”

He grabs your chin.

“Don’t be sorry. You’re mine, remember?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “And I’m going to remind you just how much.”

Your eyes go wide. You try to fight but you’re powerless.

He lines up. You scream. He sighs in bliss. He thrust into you without warning, his cock filling you completely. You gasped, your head falling back as he began to move, his hips snapping forward with a force that left you breathless. 

The handcuffs bit into your wrists, a constant reminder of your helplessness, but you didn’t fight it. You couldn’t. His dominance was absolute, and you were lost in it.

“That’s it. That’s fucking it.”

You kick. Your cuffs rattle. He just grabs your hips and forces you to take it all. He bottoms out. Holds you there.

You’re shaking. Crying. But you’re wet. You feel it. You hate it. Your mind screams but your body clenches. A humiliating moan slips out and he hears it.

“There she is. Good girl.”

You sob, shaking your head. Your mouth was dry, your thoughts scattered as he pounded into you, his movements relentless. The forest around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, his body pressing into yours, his cock stretching you open. You felt full, overwhelmed, and yet you can’t believe you wanted more.

“You’re fucking good for me.” He starts thrusting. Hard. Deep. You feel every humiliating drag. He moans in your ear.

“Gonna ruin this pussy. Make it mine.”

You sob. He fucks you harder. The belt creaks where you’re tied. Your wrists bleed. He doesn’t care.

“Please- I don’t want- ”

“But you need it. Look at you. Dripping for me. You love this, don’t you? Being used like this?”

He thrusts. Hard. Deep. You cry out, but it’s a half moan.

You want to die. You hate that you feel good. You hate him. But your hips buck anyway.

He laughs darkly.

“Say you love it.”

You shake your head. He slaps you again and thrusts harder. 

“Say it.”

“I- I love it,” you choke out.

“Louder.”

“I love it!”

He roars in triumph. He pounds you harder. Your voice breaks. He tells you all the sick things he’ll do. How he’ll keep you. Breed you. Lock you away.

“You’re going to look pretty when you’re pregnant with my child, baby.”

He pounds you relentlessly. You’re so close. You beg him through small moans. And he brings you there.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “Cum for me again. Do it, or I’ll make you regret it.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, but they were unnecessary. Your body was already on the edge, his rough thrusts pushing you closer and closer. You cried out, your walls clenching around him as you fell apart, your orgasm tearing through you like a wave. Hard. Sobbing. Hating every second.

He kisses your wet cheeks.

“That’s it. Good girl. Mine forever”

He finishes inside you. his grip tightening on your hips as he thrust one last time, his cock pulsing inside you as he came. “That’s it,” he groaned, his voice rough. “Take it all.”You feel the hot spill. He collapses over you, panting. He kisses your face like a lover.

“All mine.”

You can’t even cry anymore. He pets your hair. For a moment, neither of you moved. 

“Don’t worry. We’re just getting started.”

Your body feels heavy. Boneless. Used.

Your wrists burn where the belt held them to the tree. They’re red, raw, leaking small rivulets of blood and sweat. Your thighs are sticky with his cum, your own slick, the mess of it cooling uncomfortably in the night air.

You don’t even have the energy to sob anymore. Just ragged, broken breathing. He’s still inside you, buried deep.

Not thrusting anymore. Just there. Holding you open, claiming you with every second he stays sheathed inside.

His breath is hot on your shoulder. Slow. Satisfied. You flinch when he finally pulls out. Your body clenches uselessly.

A whimper breaks from your throat.

He hushes you.

“Shhh. It’s okay.”

He sounds so gentle you want to vomit. You try to turn away. The belt binding your wrists tugs painfully. He unloops it slowly, letting your hands fall. They’re so numb you can barely move them.

You collapse onto your side. He catches you before you can hit the dirt. Arms wrapping tight around your waist. You flinch, letting out a cracked, broken sob.

He just shushes you softly, rocking you like a child. “Shhh. Shhh. No more crying. It’s over.”

You’re shaking so hard your teeth chatter.

He hums against your ear, soothing, twistedly affectionate. “You did so good for me.”

You try to pull away with the last bit of strength you have. He tightens his grip.

“No, baby. Don’t fight. Not now. You’re mine.”

Your voice is barely a whisper.

“Please… let me go…”

He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating through your back where he holds you.

“Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that again.”

He turns your face roughly with one hand, fingers digging into your jaw. You can’t even close your eyes.

He leans in and kisses you. Slow. Deep. Your lips crack from the dry sobbing, split from earlier. The taste is copper and salt. He moans into your mouth like it’s a love letter.

When he pulls back, you’re gasping, tears starting again.

He wipes one away with his thumb, “Look at me.”

You don’t want to. He pinches harder.

“I said look at me.”

You obey. Eyes blurry. Red. Broken. His own eyes shine with that mad gleam.

“You’re mine now. Do you understand that?”

You don’t answer. He slaps you. Not hard enough to break anything. Just enough to feel it.

“Answer me.”

Your voice cracks.

“I’m… I’m yours.”

He breathes out a pleased sigh.

“Good fucking girl.”

He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours. You try to shy away but his fingers hold you in place.

“I’m going to take care of you. Feed you. Dress you. Fuck you whenever I want.”

You let out a broken sob.

He smiles, “Shhh. Don’t cry. You’ll learn to love it.”

You try to speak. Nothing comes out but wrecked sounds. He rocks you again. His gloved hand trails down your body possessively. Over your ruined thighs. Between them. Smearing what’s left of his cum against your skin with sick reverence.

He presses the gun to the inside of your thigh once more. Firm. Icy.

“You keep crying, but you haven’t said thank you yet,” he whispers. “Thank me, baby. Or I’ll make this night worse than you thought possible.”

You sob harder- voice cracking, “Th- thank you.”

He hushes you, “Shhh. It’s okay. I know. It’s messy. Let’s clean you up.”

He drags his fingers through your folds slowly. You squirm weakly, sobbing at the overstimulation.

“So sensitive. Poor thing. So fucked out.”

He brings his fingers to your lips. You clamp your mouth shut. He waits. Calm. Patient. Then pinches your nose.

You can’t breathe. So you gasp. He pushes his fingers in.

“Taste what you did to me.”

You start tearing up again.

He smiles.

“Good girl.”

He finally lets you go, your body slumping in the dirt. But he doesn’t leave you there. He tucks himself back into his pants, adjusting calmly like nothing happened.

Then he leans down. Hands under your knees and back. He lifts you. You’re limp in his arms. Exhausted. Broken.

Your arms dangle, raw wrists leaving trails of blood on his uniform. He doesn’t seem to mind.

“You’re going to sleep so good tonight.”

You sob weakly against his chest.

“Please… don’t… I want to go home…”

He chuckles.

“We are going home now. I’m your home.”

You can’t stop crying. He carries you through the forest slowly, like a bride. But there’s nothing romantic about the way he tightens his grip every time you flinch.

When you reach the road, his cruiser is waiting.   He sets you on your feet, but holds you steady as your knees buckle.

He opens the back door. You see the cage partition. You see the locked handles. 

You try one last time. “Please… I’ll be good… let me go…”

He sighs like he’s tired of explaining. “Stop asking. You’re mine.”

He throws you inside. Your bare thighs stick to the cold plastic seat. He reaches in and buckles you, snapping it so tight you can barely move. He cups your face in one gloved hand. Smiling.

“Say it.”

Your voice is a scratchy ruin, “I’m… yours.”

“Good girl.”

He softly kisses your lips.

“Forever.”

You shiver.

He closes the door. You hear it lock. He walks around to the driver’s side. Gets in. Starts the engine.

You can’t stop the tears. You don’t even try.

As the cruiser pulls away, bumping over the dirt road, you hear his voice in the front seat, low and dark and happy.

“Mine. All fucking mine.”

He keeps driving, the forest swallowing the narrow road in darkness. He kills the lights, letting only the low hum of the engine and your broken sobs fill the air.

You press yourself into the corner of the back seat, wrists raw from the cuffs, legs pulled up uselessly to your chest.

He glances at you in the rearview mirror. His dark eyes catch yours, and his mouth curls into that smile you’ve learned to fear.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let it all out.”

Your breathing hitches. You can’t stop the tears.

He laughs softly.

“Fuck, you’re even prettier when you cry. You look so real now. No more of that tough act from before.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. It doesn’t help. His voice wraps around you like a noose.

“Shhh. Don’t be scared. You’re safe now. No one’s going to hurt you except me.”

Your shoulders shake.

He keeps talking, voice low and calm, like he’s confessing something intimate.

“I’m going to take such good care of you. Feed you. Bathe you. Dress you. Strip you. Fuck you until you don’t even remember what being alone felt like.”

You let out a cracked sob, shaking your head frantically. He hums contentedly, fingers tapping the wheel.

“We’ll have such a good life. I’ve got a place ready for us. Bed with fresh sheets. I’ll get the closet full of clothes your size.”

You gasp in horror, voice strangled.

“Please… let me go… I won’t tell anyone- plea-”

He cuts you off with a low growl.

“Don’t. Say. That.”

His eyes blaze in the mirror.

“Don’t you ever fucking say that again.”

You whimper, shrinking against the door. But he smiles again. Softer. Sicker.

“You’ll learn. You’ll see. I’m patient.”

He turns his gaze back to the road, the trees blurring by in the dark.

“You’re going to shower when we get there. You’re fucking filthy. I’ll watch. Make sure you’re clean everywhere. Don’t want you hiding anything from me.”

You let out another sob.

“Then you’ll sleep in my bed. Right beside me. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll tie you up nice and tight so you don’t wander off.”

Your entire body trembles. He chuckles. 

“Next time you try to run?”

The amusement fades from his voice. Cold steel seeps in.

“I’ll break your fucking legs. Understand?”

You cry harder. But he just sighs like he’s exhausted by your disobedience.

“I’m not a bad man, pretty. I just hate liars. And I hate runners.”

You stare at the cage barrier. Your own reflection in the glass. Eyes puffy. Skin raw.

Empty.

He hums under his breath as he drives, tapping the wheel, like nothing is wrong at all.

“You’ll see soon enough. I can be so good to you. As long as you’re good for me.”

Your mind screams.

You think about your apartment. Your roommate. The show you were supposed to watch together tonight. She’ll surely wait up for you. Call you. Text you. Leave the porch light on. She’ll think you’re just late. 

She’ll never know you’re gone.

Never know that you’re crying in the back of a cop car, naked, dried with his cum between your legs. You sob so hard your throat burns.

He clicks his tongue. “Shhh. Don’t wear yourself out. We have a long drive home.”

Your vision blurs. But you can’t block out his words. You’ll never see any home again except the one he owns.

“By morning, you’ll understand you’re mine. Not today. Not tomorrow. Forever.”

He doesn’t look back again. Just drives deeper into nowhere.

And you realize, with cold, perfect clarity, that no one is ever coming to save you.

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hii, can u write prof!jk x student!reader?

fuck it why not??

Not Until I Say So

That time you got caught masturbating in your professor's classroom after hours.

Word Count: 7.531

Warning: camgirl, teacher/student, masturbation, smut, voyeurism, dirty talk, sex toys, fingering, dom jungkook, submissive reader, ass slapping/spanking, chemistry questions bc this is a jk professor fic, begging, edging/orgasm denial, cock worship, oral, deep throating, overstimulation, creampie, unprotected sex,

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You knew doing this was risky and maybe, just maybe, that was your problem. You loved risks. The way your heart pumped outside your chest so rapidly, allowing hot, anticipated blood to flow throughout your body. Your breathing would become just as rapid, unable to hold in the energetic excitement that bursts through you.

What was the risk you were taking?

You, a camgirl, were going to go live in your professor's classroom. 

Of course, something like this was insane. Incredibly heinous if you got caught.

You weren’t going to get caught - you were sure of it. Not only was the weekend, but this certain professor was never in his classroom outside of class hours.

Professor Jeon - named Jeon Jungkook - was young, close to his thirties. Most Professors are the same age as your parents or older, however Professor Jeon was no older than the students he taught. 

Professor Jeon wasn’t just young, but he was also dangerously handsome. You recall when he strutted through the door 10 minutes late, glasses hanging on his shirt holding a black briefcase. He had apologized profusely about being late and admitted that he overslept - and did a dramatic bow. 

When you laid eyes on Professor Jeon, dressed in a tight fitted v-neck shirt with fitted dress pants that showed just how tiny his waist was… you couldn’t concentrate in the slightest. Not when your Professor was a hot piece of ass and a total slut in what he was wearing.

The wooden door creaks when you open it. The sensor lights come on as you stroll in, closing the door behind you. Your heels click against the floors beneath you as you walk, echoing off of the empty classroom walls. 

The classroom has amazing bright lighting that would do good for your cam. You go towards Professor Jeon’s desk and release a short sigh. He had a few books stacked on top of one another that caught your eye. You go towards them and pick them up, placing your cell phone - that is fully charged and ready for this moment - on top. You stroll towards the array of desks and place the books on top of one. 

You throw your bag down on one of the seats after unzipping it. You’re a bit giddy at the thought of doing this here out of all places. You just know the tips that you were going to get were going to be insane - possibly the most you’d receive thus far!

When you decided  for this camshow, you were going to look the part of the slutty student - a sheer white top that’s tied at the end and too tight for it to not be inappropriate in formal settings. You aren’t wearing a bra so your nipples are hard against the shirt. Your skirt is plaid and short, your ass hanging out of the bottom of it and matching thigh high socks.

Most of your “fans” have fantasies - you managed to fulfil most of them. However, you had your own fantasy. You always got wet at the idea of public indecency and the thought of being caught. You, however, weren’t a complete idiot. You knew doing this would be marking it off your bucket list. However, you understood doing it during the weekend and after hours would be best. No one would be here besides the janitors, and knowing them, they were possibly off somewhere milking the clock.

You came prepared. You were fully intended on going all out - and clean up afterwards. Your bag had more than sex toys. You had towels, clorox wipes and even multi-purpose cleaner. You didn’t want Professor Jeon to come back to your cum all over his desk - how embarrassing.

“Heelllooo.” you sing-song once the live starts. Your phone is leaning against the stacks of books. The look of you through the camera is amazing - dark desk with Professor Jeon’s desk chair in the background. A large white board with the Philosophical messages written on it; it was truly a scene right out of a porn shoot.

“I told you all I always imagined fucking myself in this very classroom.” you take a few steps back to lean against Professor Jeon’s desk. You tilt your head cutesy-like - just how your viewers like. “And today…I’m going to do just that.”

Jungkook’s dress shoes click against the marble floor as he makes his way down the long hall. His glasses are low on his nose, one hand lazily in his pant pockets. He didn’t want to be here on an off day, but he was already behind on grading and if he procrastinated any more, his grades wouldn’t be in the system in time for finals.

So, like any other professionally responsible Professor does, he goes to do his job. He passed one janitor that was playing a game of Candy Crush on high volume. It echoes down the hall even as he reaches his classroom. From underneath the closed door, he witnesses light passing through. 

Jungkook furrows his eyes, but doesn’t think too much into it. Possibly another janitor is inside cleaning and actually doing their jobs.

Jungkook twists the handle and opens the door. Immediately, he stops in his tracks as his ears pick up moaning. 

Jungkook stops in the doorway, his head, ever so slowly, turns to where his desk sits. You, an average student with decent grades, is sitting on his desk. You’re dressed like a modern slut that he’d see in a cheap, oversaturated porno or on Halloween night. Your head is pushed back, mouth agape and releasing such pleasurable moans that his cock twitches at just the sound of it. Your eyes are squeezed shut and for a moment, he doesn’t hear the buzzing sounds.

Jungkook shuts the door behind him slowly, his eyes zoning in on you and then glancing towards the desk where your camera lays against a stack of his books. 

You were recording this? Jungkook licks his lips, a bit ashamed at how hot he thought this was. Of course, this was utterly disrespectful and unacceptable, but he was just a man himself. He watches useless porn that excites him in the moment, and disgusts it once he cums all over himself. 

And now, witnessing the way the rough vibrator lays against your clit, it excites him. He feels his mouth salivate, his mind going through dirty thoughts that he shouldn’t have for you or anyone he teaches for that matter.

“Excuse me.”

Your eyes dart open and the vibrator drops from your hands. Your head snaps to the left and your soul nearly leaves your body. Your vibrator buzzes against the marble floor as your heart leaps from your chest. 

“P-Prof-fessor!”

You drop from Professor Jeon’s desk, wrapping your arms in front of your chest - that was now unbuttoned and fully displaying your bare chest. 

“W-What are-”

“What are you doing?” Jungkook responds, glancing from you to your phone. “You…do realize you’re being recorded right?”

You swallow, nodding shamefully. “I-I..I cam…from time to time.” you murmur sheepishly, your body trembling underneath his gaze. “I’m so sorry, Professor Jeon-”

Jungkook furrows his brows at you. So you were a camgirl. Now it made sense what you were doing here at this time and hour, dressed in such a way. But Jungkook only chuckles for a moment before shaking his head. 

“No, I mean there’s a camera in this room.” Jungkook corrects. He points to the ceiling where one, circular dome sits. “It’s new. I use it to assure no one cheats.”

Your eyes follow his pointing hand. You close your eyes, feeling utterly stupid right now. It was just your luck that you would get caught - and on camera that that wasn’t the camera you intended on being a part of.

“You do realize what you’re doing could get you put on a registry?”

Jungkook begins to stroll closer to you. His steps are cool and relaxed and they do not match that of someone upset at finding one of his students being indecent in his classroom. 

“I’ll go!” you plead, shaking your head. “I-I’ll clean up before I do and-”

“No,” Jungkook stops a few feet away from you. “continue.” 

You're completely still after Professor Jeon speaks. He stands tall, shoulder relaxed. His eyes, ever so dark, are watching you behind those round glasses he wears that makes him look like the hottest geek you’ve ever seen. Your eyes turn towards your phone, the amount of chats and cash coming through has it buzzing up a storm. From where you're standing, the viewers can see you attempting to cover yourself, but Jungkook is out of sight. 

“Professor…” you trail off, your voice low. “...I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

Jungkook tilts his head at you. He ponders how much money you make being a camgirl - maybe even more than him as a Professor. There were always men (and the occasional woman) who were willing to pay thousands for whatever fantasies you were willing to fulfil.

Jungkook knows full well that him being here as long as he is, allowing his eyes to skim over your half naked body, is wrong. He was in a position of power, after all. He was your professor and he could use this to get you to do whatever he wanted you to do - the possibilities were endless.

But Jungkook wasn’t an asshole. You're a decent student in class who does well on exams and always turns in work on time. You were a pretty girl that now has his attention that shouldn’t be on you - but it is. Especially with the way he’s positive that your pussy is wet right about now.

“Continue.” Jungkook repeats. “You do have an audience waiting, don’t you?”

Your body is hot. For a moment, you’re still. Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing the entire time, messages and tips flying through. You ponder if they think this is an act or has reality hit them like it had you.

Jungkook’s eyes are intense. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that, he thinks. After all, you hadn’t stopped trembling since he arrived. He doesn’t blame you - he would be highly humiliated too if someone walked in on him in such a vulnerable state that could possibly get him kicked out of college and put onto a sex offenders list. He had no intention of truly reporting you - even if you decided to end your stream now and haul ass; he would respect it. 

“You…you won’t tell?” you murmur, swallowing a lump in your throat. Was it idiotic to say this when there were hundreds already watching you now?

Jungkook takes another step forward and nods his head. “I won’t tell.” he murmurs, voice calm but low. “I want to watch…you’d let me, right? It can’t be any different than what you’re already doing.”

Your heart pounds. Your body is warm and flushed with embarrassment - and flattery? This was Professor Jeon out of all people. A young professor that has all the girls (and a few boys) swooning. This was an opportunity of a lifetime - even if it was nerve wracking. 

“Consider it…extra credit.” Jungkook shrugs. “Besides, no one has to know what you and I do here. It can be our little secret.”

You, his & the viewers - but they were just as perverted as you and he was. They were getting off to this; the innocently slutty student and the perverted, but sexy teacher using this all to his advantage.  

“Okay.” you nod, slowly allowing your arms to fall to your aides. Your breasts are plump, nipples hardened. He doesn’t hide his gaze in the slightest, dinding you entirely enticing. “What…what do you want me to do, Professor?” 

Jungkook’s cock twitches again. You got over your nerves fast. He liked that. 

“Pick up your vibrator and turn it off.” 

You do as you’re told, glancing at your phone screen. The comments were going rapidly - your phone chiming with tips. How were you ever going to top this live stream when it was all over? 

“Place it on my desk.” Jungkook speaks, watching the way your ass sits in the short skirt, leaving nothing to the imagination. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice so deep that the words shoot straight to your core. “now sit on my desk and show everyone how wet you are.”  

Your heart thumps so loudly out your chest, but you do ss Professor Jeon says. You would be lying if you said this didn’t excite you - to witness your own professors lust over your body. It was an ego boost. 

You open your legs, your eyes staying on Professor Jeon for his next instruction.

“Touch yourself.” 

You haven’t touched yourself without a toy in who knows how long. After a while, your fingers just weren’t enough. You enjoyed fucking yourself on a dildo while your audience watched - bonus if you had a vibrator against your clit in the process. 

But your body is entirely hot and your pussy is wet and pulsing - this was such a turn on. You follow your instruction, placing the pad of your fingers against your clit. Professor Jeon’s eyes were so intense, full of dark lust. You almost wanted to ask what he was thinking right now - if he would ever touch you in this way. 

Jungkook licks his lips, eyes trained on the way your fingers twirl against your wet clit, dampening your digits in seconds. This isn’t how he was supposed to spend his weekend. This wasn’t grading papers - but it was even better. A complete treat he wasn’t aware he needed until now - one he would have forever when he reviewed the camera footage back. Was that legal, he thinks. He didn’t tell you to come in here and get off. Besides, you also knew there was a camera in the room now and hadn’t said no so…

“You have a pretty pussy.” Jungkook blurts out, swallowing the dry lump in his throat. 

“Tha…thanks.” you huff, halting for a mere second before continuing to play with your coit further. “I’m glad you think so, Professor Jeon.”

Jungkook blinks his eyes to look at your face. He tilts his head a bit and snorts. “You’re full of shit.” he says. “You’re saying whatever you think you need to in order to please me.”

“Is it working?” you ask, your fingers going closer to your entrance. 

It is, but Jungkook doesn’t want to tell you that. Instead, he decides to watch the way your fingers, slowly and teasingly - to yourself, him and the audience - enter you. The way it appears that you’re stretching yourself so good that he ponders when was the last time you’ve been fucked. The thoughts couldn’t be that obscene as watching you pleasure yourself right now.

“Why my classroom?”

Your eyes, that had begun fluttering close, snap open at Professor Jeon’s words. Your free hands reach up to cup your naked breast, your hardened nipple against your palm.

“You know why, Professor.” you murmur, not saying his name. 

For a moment, you forget about your phone facing you, hundreds of people watching you and hearing Jungkook. If they knew he was your actual professor, or thought this was all a skit, you weren’t sure. But you know that at the end of it all, the amount of tips you were going to get could possibly pay your bills for months to come.

“Sometimes, I think of you when I do my streams.”

You’re teasing him, but you did think of him sometimes. When he was teaching, you’d think about the way his shoulders flexed. When you sat closer to his desk, you’d oftentimes find yourself looking down at his tattooed hand, the veins in his hand tightening when he wrote something. It was hard to not imagine those same hands wrapped around you.

“I think about you…” your fingers pump inside you, your pussy making a slightly squelching noise that interests Jungkook. “...about you doing this to me.”

You can hear Jungkook breathing now. It increases the further he watches you. You were good at this, he thinks. You’re talking to him the same way you'd talk to your audience, your voice so sultry and full of intense lust that could not be fabricated in the slightest. 

“You think about my fingers fucking into you?” Jungkook asks. The thought alone excites him. The act of getting to feel your wet pussy - that’s currently dripping on his desk - in the palm of his own hands has his breathing increasing even more. “And here I thought you were just interested in the lesson.”

Your fingers tug at your nipple, your thumb and index finger pinching the sensitive bud as your other hand pumps your fingers inside of you. Your thighs shake a bit just when you bite your lip.

“I can’t help it.” you continue. You know full well that you’re turning him on. You noticed the bulge in his pants, twitching to be released. You lick your bottom lip, continuing with your lewd talk. “Sometimes my thoughts get even dirtier…” you trail off, making sure to bat your lashes at him.

Swallowing, Jungkook steps closer. He stretches his shoulders and neck, his eyes darkening at you.

“...I think about you bending me over and fucking me in front of everyone.” you gasp. You tug at your nipple even harder, your thrusting fingers hitting a sensitive spot inside of you. Your head falls back a bit, eyes shutting for a moment. You think about your words - about Professor Jeon indeed doing just that. How wet you’d be for him. How powerful his thrusts must be - how well he could take you and just how vulnerable for him you’d be.

Your back arches, your walls tightening around your fingers.

Jungkook grunts. He takes a few steps closer to you. His hand wraps around your wrist and pulls out your wet fingers from inside of you.

Your eyes snap open with shock and confusion. “Prof-”

“You won’t cum.” Jungkook hisses, slapping your hand away. “Not until I say so.”

Those words shoot straight to your core. You were a whore for a man to dominate you - bonus points if it was your hot Professor who, admittedly, you had thought about fucking you from time to time. But respectfully, you hadn’t acted out on it like others had. The amount of flirting he had to turn down from fellow peers was insane.

Yet here he was with you. Of course, it was just a matter of time and place. He wouldn’t be in this position if you hadn’t brought yourself here.

“Yes, Professor.” you murmur.

Jungkook supposed that his cover was blown. He was now in the camera and there wasn’t a point in going back to his hidden position now.

“Turn around.” 

Jungkook had to take back control - even when he technically still had it. You were far too enticing to him. Those sultry eyes followed by your words of pure submission for him. He was going to melt if he didn’t get you to turn away from him.

You do as you’re told, falling to your feet and turning around on his desk. You face the dark chalk board.

Jungkook forces your legs apart, showing the camera an amazing view of your ass and glistening pussy.

“Everytime you’re in my class, it seems you don’t pay much attention.” Jungkook says. He should’ve asked first if it was okay to touch you, but you don’t say anything when he does. He feels electricity shoot throughout him when his hand grips your bare ass, a low growl releasing from his lips. “I’m going to ask you some questions and I expect you to answer them correctly.”

The desk is cool and hard against your breast. You nod your head, slight anticipation building up.

“Let’s start off easy.”

Jungkook’s hand grips your ass once more, enjoying the way it feels in his palm. 

“Are two atoms of the same element identical?”

You gasp when you feel Professor Jeon’s fingers slide past your clit. “No.”

“Good girl.” Jungkook hums, continuing to rub at your clit. “Can water remain a liquid below zero degrees Celsius?”

Your own breathing increases, wanting to feel his fingers deep inside of you. “Yes…?”

“Seems like you’ve listened to something.”

Though you found chemistry boring, you understood Professor Jeon was going easy on you at the moment. Maybe he was spewing out easy questions just to feel your wet pussy even more.

“Can you light a diamond on fire?”

“...No?”

You yelp this time, feeling a sharp strike against your ass.

“Wrong.” Jungkook sing-songs, gripping your stinging cheek. “It can be.”

You sigh.

“What determines the degree of completeness of a reaction?”

What the fuck? You close your eyes, attempting to think back into any chemistry class you had to remember - but it doesn’t dawn on you. You couldn’t remain concentrated regardless.

“Um-”

Another slap lands on your ass, this time harder. The stinging sensation feels entirely too good for you to be upset.

“You don’t know.” Jungkook tsks. “That’s because you’ve been daydreaming about me fucking you instead of paying attention in class.”

Another slap - then another, and another. Jungkook slaps both of your cheeks until your thighs are shaking with overstimulation. Your back is arched, fully anticipating more and more, and he gives it each time. You were enjoying this just as much as he was, your ass throbbing but your pussy leaking for even more of the stinging sensation.

“I’ll start paying attention more, Professor Jeon.” you moan, legs quivering. “I prom-”

Smack!

Jungkook slides his fingers between your legs, rubbing your throbbing clit. He grunts at the way your arousal pools right onto his palm and he shakes his head. 

“This isn’t much of a punishment for a whore like you.” Jungkook spats. “Dripping all over my desk and the floor. Slutty pussy clenching around nothing in hopes I’d fill you up.”

Professor Jeon was just as a good dirty talker as you were. While your words were soft and sultry, his was lewd and rough - just how you liked it. 

“Let’s see how easily I can get my fingers in your pussy.”

Jungkook slides his fingers slowly towards your entrance, assuring that the camera has a perfect view of you. You’re so wet and warm that he himself has to contain himself when his fingers sink inside of you. 

“P-Professor.” you stutter, your pussy immediately squeezing greedily around his fingers. You couldn’t believe that you were in this position now, wrapped firmly around the same hands you’d often imagined about. 

“Let’s see how much you could take.”

Jungkook begins to pump his fingers aggressively in and out of you, curling them a bit. His free hand lays on your ass, gripping and rubbing it as his fingers pound.

Your thighs open wider, your cheek pressing against his desk. Your eyes are fluttering and you don’t attempt to hide your loud squeals. The room is full of squelching noises that could surely be heard down the hall if anyone was truly paying attention, but none of the janitors were. It made this moment even more of an adrenaline rush.

“Feels so g-good!” you gasp out.

Jungkook grips your ass cheek in his palm, his knuckles slamming against your clit with how deep his fingers were pumping. “Such a slutty little thing you are.” he hisses. “Are you going to cum all over my fingers?”

“Yes!” you exhale, nodding your head. Your cheek rubs against his wooden desk. “Yes, Professor!”

“No,” Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you, slapping his hand down onto your clit. “not until I say so.”

You let out a loud whine, eyes widening. “But…but-”

“A whore like you should be begging.”

“Please.”

Jungkook steps away. “That’s not good enough.” he snickers. Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing and he makes a mental note to ask just how much you made when this was all done. Out of curiosity, but because he expected anything from you.

You manage to pull yourself off of Professor Jeon’s desk. You turn to him with pleading, glossy eyes. You were so close to cumming that the lack of it has caused your eyes to water pathetically. Your shirt, that’s already open, is pulled off of you. You throw it aside, and then go for your skirt.

Jungkook watches the way you strip for him, before getting on your knees. This had to be demeaning in a way, but you were such a whore in the moment that you didn’t care how this made you look.

“Professor Jeon…” you murmur, crawling closer to him. 

Jungkook feels it - his cock twitching right in his pants. The sight of you on your hands and knees before him, those glossy, pleading eyes…

“Yes?”

You swallow, eyes slowly trailing down his body until they land on the obvious bulge. You lick your lips.

“Can I suck your cock?” you ask, eyes flashing back up at him. “Please?”

The twitching doesn’t stop this time. Jungkook is completely off guard by your request.

“You could fuck my mouth until you cum.” you suggest, a hand reaching out for his waist. “I always wanted to have your cock in my mouth, Professor.”

How could you be so submissive, but still have complete control over him? Jungkook didn’t know. He doesn’t stop your hand from tugging at his pants until they’re down, his underwear sliding with it.

This was really happening, you think. His cock, tip so pink and wet with pre-cum staring right at you. Your mouth salivates to have him in your mouth. You haven’t realized just how long you wanted him until the opportunity presented itself to you.

Your hand wraps around his shaft. Jungkook watches between unblinking eyes as your pink tongue comes out and slides against his wet slit. He shudders, mouth falling open.

“Your cock is so pretty, Professor.” you murmur, his tip against your lips. “So big…I knew you’d have a big cock for me to suck.”

Jungkook clenches his hands as you lick his tip once more, before sliding it across your face entirely. You were so filthy, he thinks, and so close. How could he have not known something as dirty as you was right in his classroom this entire time.

“You’re such a dirty little whore.” Jungkook hisses. “Rubbing my cock all over your face like this.”

You hum, your tongue sliding across his shaft. Your eyes look up at him innocently. “Want you to fuck my mouth with your big cock, Professor.”

“You do?” Jungkook allows a hand to lay onto your head, patting it slightly and further adding to the demeaning. “You’re gonna be a good little whore and let me fuck your mouth?”

You nod your head, opening your mouth and twirling your tongue onto his wet tip. You suckle on it greedily, sucking your cheeks in.

Jungkook allows you to suck on his cock, bringing it deeper and deeper into your mouth. You were so sloppy, drool trickling down the side of your lips, watery eyes staring up at you.

Your filthy sounds of your slurping bounces off the walls and high ceilings of Professor Jeon’s classroom, only adding to the obscene sight - and his excitement. His cock hits your uvula and you’re proud that all the times you’ve practiced - on live - deep throating, that you managed to not make a full of yourself.

“Look how slutty…” Jungkook trails off, a growl in his voice. His hand, that had been on the top of your head like he would have his own dog, had slid down to your cheek. His hips jerk forward. “…you’re a natural at this. How often do you suck on cocks?”

There’s a single tear that slides down your cheek, one that has Jungkookk even more excited to fuck your face. His thumb swipes the tear away, his hips continuing to jerk.

“Aha,” Jungkook chuckles. “I suppose you can’t answer me.”

Your mouth is so hot and wet, gummy-like walls inviting him entirely. More and more saliva pools into your mouth just for him and his pleasure. Though your eyesight was a bit blurred, you could see Professor Jeon’s handsome face. Dark eyebrows stretched together with concentration, plump pink lips parted slightly to let out exhales and moans.

Jungkook couldn’t wait to watch his cameras back at this. Dare he say this was the most excitement he had in months. Blood pumps through his veins,a rush going through him at getting to fuck your mouth without any hesitation from you. Your gagging noise only fuels him further.  

“You’re so beautiful like this. A little whore on her knees for me. Gagging around my cock just like you’ve imagined.”

Your mouth aches and you have little motivation to continue to suck, but you allow him to use your mouth as he sees fit. Your thighs clenched together, friction shooting straight to your already throbbing cunt. 

“Fuck, fuck-“ Jungkook throws his head back, eyes clenching shut. “-you stupid fucking whore. With a mouth like this I might have to live out your little fantasy. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Me stopping my lecture just to fuck your mouth open like this.”

Jungkook would never do it - you know that just as much as he does. But the fantasy still lives free in both of your minds. It’s so obscene and forbidden that the desire grows with each passing moment. You feel like the luckiest student here by just being in this position - no matter how wrong this was.

Jungkook is close. You can feel him with each passing thrust, his hands on the back of your head. Your throbbing clit is dripping all over the floor while his twitching cock assaults your throat. You whine around him, wet, blurry eyes blinking to continue to look up at him. Your nose is against his abdomen when you feel the warm, salty cum reach your throat.

A long groan comes from Jungkook’s lips, his legs twitching as he fills your throat. You’re salivating entirely, the drool pooling down your chest. You’re able to breathe again when his cock pops from your wet lips, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you together. You take several breaths, even coughing a bit.

Jungkook stumbles back a few steps, rolling his neck a bit to regain his composure. 

“Professor Jeon,” you sigh out. You lift the back of your hand to wipe away the saliva on your lips. “please fuck me.”

Oh.

Jungkook blinks his eyes open to look at your pathetic position on the ground. 

“Please make me cum, Professor Jeon.” you plead. “I’ll be good. I’ll do better in your class.”

Jungkook watches you crawl closer to him, those watery eyes looking up at him pitifully. Jungkook snarls, something growing in his chest at just the sound of your words. 

You were already doing alright in his class. You showed up and participated only if you knew the answer - which wasn’t all the time, but it was enough. 

“You’re a lying whore.” Jungkook hisses. He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks it so you’re looking at him and now his already hardened cock. As if he hadn’t already cum enough down your throat, he was ready to go again. “You just want to be fucked good, don’t you? Why should I fuck you?”

Your heart pumps with anticipation. “Because,” you whine softly. 

“That’s not an answer. You couldn’t even get my questions correct. But you want to be rewarded with a good fuck?”

You swallow, eyes watching him just as he watches you. 

“I’m so wet for you right now, Professor.” you whine. “It’s not my fault I have a hard time concentrating during classes.”

And it’ll just be a bit harder, you think, now that you know just how pretty his cock was. 

And just how much you wanted it in you at any given moment.

Jungkook closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. He can hear the faint vibrating sounds of the stream - he almost forgot just how alone you and he truly weren’t. 

“I’m on birth control.”

Eyes snapping open, Jungkook gawks down at you. Eyes pleading as ever.

“Wouldn’t that be fun?” you question, a tilt to your head. “Cumming in me right where you teach all of your students.”

Jungkook’s breathing hardens - it would be fun, wouldn't it? 

“Turn around.” Jungkook rushes, letting go of your hair and you away. “Ass up. Since you’re begging to be stuffed, I’ll just do exactly that.” 

It didn’t take much convincing on Jungkook’s end - how embarrassing. He hasn’t cum in someone raw in he doesn’t know how long. All of this was just feeding into a fantasy he wasn’t aware he held; especially for a student. 

You do exactly as Professor Jeon tells you to. Your chest is against the cool floor, thighs apart. He has a view of your glistening pussy, waiting for him. 

Jungkook’s right hand slams on your ass as he comes onto the ground in front of you, then he slides it to your waist and yanks you toward him. His free hand wraps around his cock, pumping it before he slides it between your wet lips. 

The stinging sensation on your ass only has your cunt growing wetter. You squirm when his wet tip rubs at your clit, only further taunting you and your pathetic whimpering. 

“Let’s see how good of a fuck you are.” Jungkook says, his voice meaning to sound more demeaning than it was. His voice cracks just a bit when he begins to enter you. “I might just keep you around.”

This had to be a one time thing. He couldn't risk being caught up with you - his student. Though you and hebwere both grown adults, it was ethical. 

But damn was it good, Jungkook thinks. 

Jungkook enters you in one thrust, groaning at how tight, warm and wet you were. Your velvety walls are caging him in, assuring that he would be thinking about you for months to come.

Jungkook places both of his hands on your hips, sliding out just to thrust back in. His nails dig into your skin, hips continuing to rut, growing faster and faster with each pump.

Your nipples are hard against the ground, slamming into it with each thrust of Professor Jeon’s hips. He’s so deep, his cock hitting your sweet spot. Your walls tighten around him, feeling that pleasurable pressure as before - you weren’t meant to last long. 

Your ass is amazing to Jungkook. The way it slams off of his abdomen as he pounds his cock into you. His tall ceiling bounces off the leed sounds of skin slapping. He doesn’t hold back his groans, needing to express just how good your pussytruly was. 

“Shit,” Jungkook groans, his head hanging. “your pussy’s so wet.”

“Your cock feels so good, Professor.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook snickers. His right hand slides up your bare back, stopping at the back of your neck. “Aren’t you lucky to finally have your fantasy come to life?”

You yelp when Jungkook yanks your neck, bringing you back to him. Your completely naked body against his clothed one just adds to his dominance nature. 

Sliding his hand from your neck to your chin, he juts it to look at him. This new position allows his grinding cock to go deeper. His lips are close to yours, his rushed, warm breath tickling the skin of your face. 

“I would’ve fucked you sooner if I knew you felt this good.” Jungkook murmurs, 

Professor Jeon’s lips are on yours before you could respond. He groans into it when your cunt squeezes around him. He lets go of your chin to reach between your legs, rubbing at your throbbing clit. 

There isn’t any way you’re going to concentrate during lessons. Not when you’d look down at his hands and recall the way he’d rub your clit so possessively as he is now - or had those very same fingers deep into your pussy. 

Jungkook lets go of your lips, but he doesn’t go far. He watches the way your face stretches in pleasure, your eyebrows knitted together and plump lips pulled apart.

“Are you going to cum?” Jungkook asked, his cock continuing to stretch you out. 

“Yes!” you nod. You place your head against his chest, squirming with overstimulation as Jungkook’s fingers add pressure onto your clit.

Jungkook pushes you away and removes his cock - much to his own dismay. He listens to your whimpering protests and finds that he enjoys tormenting you any way he could. “Not until I say so.” he sing-songs, repeating those same wretched words from earlier. They are beginning to haunt you.

“Please!” your legs are shaking as you turn to face him, your back against the cold floor. Your mind couldn’t understand why he was being so cruel - his own cock had to be throbbing to cum right into you. He was a sadist, you think. “It isn’t fair you’re doing this to me. I’m a good student!”

You were protesting now, eyes wide with irritation. You were seconds away with just stuffing your own fingers in you and finishing yourself off - but it wouldn’t be the same. You couldn’t fuck yourself like Professor Jeon can and that realization alone was going to drive you insane.

“Are you?” Jungkook asks. Your eyes glances down at his hard cock, doused with your creamy arousal. “You snuck in here, or did you forget?”

Your bottom lips juts out in a pout.

“Come here.”

Jungkook drops onto the ground in front of you, his pants at his ankles.

Your eyes furrow, but you don’t hesitate. You get into his lap, your thighs on either side of him. 

“Make yourself cum.” Jungkook says, his hands immediately settling on your waist. “Before I change my mind.”

You’re far too eager. Your arm reaches back to grasp his cock and center it at your entrance. You’re far too wet that it’s easy to slide it in.

The cry that came from Jungkook’s lips was embarrassing. You sit directly onto his cock, your soft hands on his shoulders. You begin to rock your hips back and forth, your head rolling slowly from side to side. Your walls are so tight, Jungkook thinks, completely captivating him. You know exactly what you’re doing and Jungkook ponders if you do this often - with sextoys or other men - that makes you this good at riding.

Calloused hands roam up your sides then to your breasts. Professor Jeon captures them, squeezing the mounds in his hands tightly. His thumbs play with your nipples, twirling and pinching them just right.

“Fuck, baby.” Jungkook groans, burying his face into your bosom. He peppers quick, wet kisses onto them as your hips rise and fall.

“Your cock’s so big, Professor!” you wail. Squeezing your eyes shut, your hands begin to tighten their grasp on his shirt. 

Jungkook shakes his head. He pokes his tongue out, tracing your skin until they reach your nipple. He suckles on it, his tongue twirling around the bud. His left hand captures your ass, gripping the flesh harshly as you bounce on him.

You weren’t made to last long. All your frustrations had built up greatly for this moment - nor does Professor Jeon go easy on you. His hands gripping your ass with the way he sucks on your chest has you cumming in mere minutes since you started. 

“-gonna cum!” you moan, both arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close.

You’re leaking onto him entirely, arousal coating his thighs. Jungkook isn’t sure how it’s possible for someone to be this wet, but he isn’t complaining. Your pussy was so perfect - and so were you. You were the right amount of filthy he never knew he needed in his life.

Popping your nipple from wet lips, Jungkook decides to take over. “I’m going to cum in this pussy, baby.” he growls, hand squeezing your ass as his hips begin to rut into you. “Fill you just like you want.”

Your body is limp against him, walls squeezing him as you are riding your high. You’re unable to say much besides soft “please”’s. Your eyes are fluttering, your insides feeling every ounce of pleasure until it becomes unbearable. 

Jungkook’s cock drills you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. He doesn’t intend on being quiet - especially not now. He wants anyone that’s around to hear how good he’s fucking you - his student. Someone so off limits to him, but that doesn’t stop either of you. He wants you to remember this moment forever. To have you thinking of him every time you go live - or happen to fuck someone else.

To let you know that it wouldn’t be the same because it wasn’t him.

Professor Jeon slams his right hand onto your ass, holding you in place. He continues to pound into you, the sound of skin slapping bouncing off of the walls loudly. Juices flow out of you as your body trembles, overstimulation taking over you. 

“Gonna stuff you good.” Jungkook grunts, thrust growing sloppy. Your squelching pussy is so melodic to him and he knows the sound will replay in his head over and over again. “Then send you home with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

Warm cum pools into you. You can feel Professor Jeon’s legs shaking as he cums, a soft whine in your ear. It’s so warm, you think, and weird having your professors cum stuffed in you. Your body feels heavy and you don’t move for a few moments as the both of you attempt to regain your composure.

You're not the one that stops the live. You had to admit that you do possibly look entirely pathetic crouched on the floor like this as Jungkook cleans himself up, but you weren’t used to be fucked by someone else.

“We should probably…talk.”

Now things were awkward. 

You manage to come into a seated position, cum covering your clit and possibly pooling out of you.

“I won’t tell anyone.” you say. 

Jungkook straightens his shoulders. “I wasn’t going to say that,” he murmurs. He wasn’t that much of an asshole. “Are you okay?”

Your cheeks are warm. You cross your arms, though it’s pointless. Your body is already exposed to him.

Jungkook hands you your revealing clothing and watches as you get dressed.

“I’m okay.” you assure, buttoning up your top. You pull your trench coat on next, feeling his eyes on you. “I’m…sorry for doing this.”

You go towards your bag where your cleaning supplies were. Coming down from your high after sex was always so awkward. Maybe this is why you avoided that and chose to fuck yourself.

“I’m sorry, too.” Jungkook says. He grabs the clorox wipes from your hands and decides that he could help, too. After all, it was his mess, too. “I hope I haven’t made things difficult for you. I am your Professor and…the dynamic is complicated.”

You bite the inside of your cheek.

“But we’re both adults.” Jungkook continues. He turns his back to wipe his desk, unsure where he’s truly coming from. “And though I may have said it at the moment, I don’t think you’re truly that way.”

“A stupid whore?” you joke, giggling to yourself. “I know. We both got way into it.” 

It doesn’t take a long time for the mess to be cleaned. You grasp your phone and put it into your trench coat pocket. 

“I should get going.” you say.

Professor Jeon nods his head. He’s leaning against his desk now, dark eyes watching you. 

“I’ll see you in class in a few days.” Jungkook calls as you make your way out of the classroom.

“Tomorrow.” you correct, opening the door a bit. You turn to him as he speaks.

“You don’t have to come.” Professor Jeon waves off. He proceeds to go to his chair and plop down onto it. “I planned on having a surprise quiz tomorrow.”

“A quiz?”

Jungkook nods. He puts his glasses on and turns towards you. 

“I’ll give you a passing grade.” Professor Jeon states. “You should rest tomorrow.”

Your eyes begin to slowly widen. “You don’t-”

“Rest.” Jungkook interrupts. He turns his eyes away from you and down on the stack of papers on his desk. “It’ll be fine.”

You clench your thighs together at his words. Your heart is pumping loudly in your chest. For some reason, you feel giddy. The familiar rush of adrenaline flows through you. 

“I can’t wait for you to fuck me again, Professor Jeon.” you say, opening the door wider. You don’t wait for a response this time and maybe Jungkook is a bit too stunned to give you one before you close the door behind you.

What Jungkook did know was that he also couldn’t wait to fuck you again, too.

@songbyeonkim @investedreader @joonwater @spreadmysushi @internetbelle @seokjinkismet @sweetempathprunetree

[serinic]

GRADES DO MATTER | JJK

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Summary: You were always the grade-conscious type—where others would brush off a single mistake, you couldn't. One wrong answer was enough to haunt you, let alone a low mark on something you poured your heart into, like your essay. You mustered the courage to raise your concern, but your approach to Professor Jeon wasn’t exactly the best. And unfortunately for you, he wasn’t the kind of teacher to let things slide either.

pairing: professor jungkook x college student reader

warnings: unprotected sex, professor jk slapping y/n with reality, y/n thinks highly of herself, cold and strict jk

word count: 3.8k+

When you were a child, people would often tell your parents that you were destined to become a bright young woman—all because of your endless curiosity.

You asked questions so relentlessly, it could wear out even the most patient adult. And they were right. By the time you were barely in your teens, you had already collected a string of academic awards.

The most unforgettable one? The math quiz bee you joined when you were just ten. Two boys had bumped your shoulder before the contest, sneering and telling you to get lost.

You remembered clenching your fists, resisting the urge to retaliate—because you knew your mind was sharper than your fists would ever need to be.

The memory of their faces twisting into disbelief still lingered, especially when your name was announced as the winner. Just two mistakes—while the rest of them struggled.

You made sure to lock eyes with them as you walked up to the stage, proudly receiving your certificate and holding your trophy high. And, of course, you flipped your hair with just enough flair to make sure they never forgot who beat them.

Back in high school, you were practically at war with everyone—for the top spot. If it meant studying eight hours a day just to ace every exam, quiz, assignment, and seatwork, you didn’t hesitate.

You graduated as valedictorian, but even that didn’t satisfy you. It wasn’t enough—you craved more. You wanted recognition, not just from your classmates or teachers, but from the whole world.

You see, you didn’t study just because your parents expected it. You studied because you were obsessed. It consumed you. Your life revolved around grades, rankings, perfection. You didn’t care if people called you a nerd—honestly, you wore the label like a badge of honor.

There are two types of people in college: the brainy and the beauty. But thanks to your parents' blessed genes—and your relentless discipline—you had both. That’s what made you stand out.

They called you the Campus Queen and the Book Queen all at once. Boys (and even a few girls) tried to ask you out, but you always declined with a polite smile. You didn’t want distractions. Your mind was reserved solely for studying.

College was hell, and you couldn’t even argue with that. It was hell—especially when professors seemed to have a pact to assign every paper, project, and quiz all at once, sending every student into panic mode. But while others struggled to breathe, you thrived in the pressure.

No boyfriend? No problem. Your trusty dildo kept you company during those rare moments of need. That’s how far you were willing to go—grades came first, always. You would sacrifice anything, everything, just to chase those golden numbers.

You walked into the room with unwavering confidence, wearing a proud smile meant for no one in particular. As usual, you were the first to arrive. Punctuality was one of your many strengths—just like in academics, you were disciplined with time.

Every second, every minute, every hour mattered to you. You slid into your usual seat and pulled out a book from your bag. Without wasting a moment, you flipped to the page of today’s lesson and began reading ahead.

Advanced reading was one of your favorite habits. There was something deeply satisfying about answering every question before anyone else had the chance.

And on days when a classmate stumbled—palms sweaty, eyes darting in panic—you were more than happy to take the spotlight and answer in their place. It wasn’t arrogance; it was what you called ‘helping’.

Some admired you, but others despised you—and you were well aware of both. You assumed it was envy. After all, why wouldn’t they be?

You were intelligent and beautiful, the rare combination most could only dream of. But the truth was, your attitude was far from admirable.

You were the type of student who only cared about herself and her grades. If a classmate struggled to answer, you didn’t hesitate to snatch the opportunity—and the attention—for yourself.

When you did, disapproving stares followed you, and your instructors could only offer awkward scoffs, unsure whether to be impressed or uncomfortable. It wasn’t just your classmates who noticed your self-centered drive—your professors did too. Especially Mr. Jeon.

Your mind drifted into dreamland, lost in the fantasy of what was about to happen. You pictured Professor Jeon standing at the front of the class, calling your name to praise your outstanding essay.

Your classmates would erupt into applause as you stood and walked confidently toward him. You’d take your paper from his hand and beam with pride, eyes sparkling at the sight of a perfect mark scrawled in red ink.

But reality snapped back the moment students started to file into the room. Within minutes, the classroom was full—tense and silent, all awaiting the arrival of the cold, strict instructor.

The atmosphere shifted the second he stepped in. Even from across the room, you could feel the weight of his presence—sharp, disciplined, and commanding.

Every pair of eyes locked onto him, tracking his movements with caution. He strode to the desk, placed his leather bag down, and began pulling out his laptop and a thick stack of papers. Your heart skipped a beat when you spotted the red ink marking the pages.

This was it.

Professor Jeon grabbed the stack of papers and began flipping through them, eyes scanning each one with purpose—until he found that paper. With the rest in hand, he returned to the table and placed them down neatly.

He stepped into the center of the room, his gaze sweeping across every corner, surveying the students one by one. Then, his eyes locked with yours.

Your breath hitched. Was he looking at you? You glanced behind you to check if his focus might be on someone else—but your seat was the last in that row. No one was behind you.

You turned your attention back to the front—only to find that his eyes were no longer on you.

"Out of all the works submitted," he began, voice calm but firm, "one stood out the most. The choice of words was exceptional. The way the writer conveyed their imagination—they captured not just the mind, but the heart of the reader. This essay was astonishing.”

Each word sank deeper into your thoughts. Your heart pounded in anticipation, every beat louder than the last.

He was talking about yours. He had to be.

“Ms. Jang Arin, please come up to the front.”

Everyone, including you, turned toward the young woman whose mouth hung open in shock—and so did yours. You couldn’t believe what you just heard. That was supposed to be you.

Arin hesitantly made her way to the front, and to your surprise, Mr. Jeon offered her a slight smile—one of the rare times anyone had seen the strict professor display anything close to warmth.

You furrowed your brows. ‘No… that should’ve been me.’ That was one of the best essays you’d ever written. There was no way some random girl could’ve stolen the recognition that belonged to you.

You could feel the weight of the stares directed at you—your classmates waiting for your usual outburst, expecting the predictable moment when you would storm up and demand an explanation. But you didn’t give them that satisfaction.

Instead, you forced a smile and glanced back down at the book in front of you. Still, you could feel Mr. Jeon’s eyes lingering on you. You gulped and tightened your grip on the pages.

You weren’t going to make a scene—not yet. You’ll speak to him in his office later.

He began the lesson, but you couldn’t focus—not after what just happened. A mixture of humiliation and anger simmered inside you.

Your grip on the pen tightened, and your thoughts spiraled even further when you caught sight of Arin grinning to herself.

What the hell? Something’s not right.

Before you knew it, class was over in a snap. The room emptied out, but you remained in your seat, stunned. You slapped your forehead in frustration.

You hadn’t absorbed a single word of today’s lecture—your thoughts were too clouded by what had just been taken from you. Your recognition. Your moment.

No, you weren’t going to let this slide—especially if you were rigged.

You hastily grabbed your things and rushed out into the hallway. It had been buzzing with students earlier, but now it was nearly deserted—eerily quiet. That was until you heard soft giggles echoing from near the stairwell.

You stopped. Slowly and silently, you crept forward and peeked around the corner.

Your breath hitched.

There, just a few steps down, was Arin—giggling at something Professor Jeon had said. And him? He was smiling. Softly. Genuinely.

Your stomach twisted.

Your palm instantly flew to your mouth. ‘Aha! My gut was right—something is definitely off… or rather, something’s definitely going on between those two!’

Anger surged through your veins, quickly followed by the sting of betrayal.

Your moment—your dream—was stolen, all because someone decided to be a slut.

A sharp clatter made your heart stop. You looked down—your pen had slipped from your hand and hit the floor.

Your eyes widened. Shit. They must not see you!

“Who’s there?”

Mr. Jeon’s deep, commanding voice echoed through the corridor, sending chills down your spine. You heard footsteps approaching. Panic surged. Without thinking, you squeezed your eyes shut… and meowed.

Yes, meowed—like one of the college cats that roamed the campus.

A pause. Then—

“Oh, Professor. It’s just a cat!” Arin's voice chimed in, light and airy, before fading along with the footsteps. They were probably heading downstairs together.

Once you were sure the coast was clear, you stepped out of hiding and walked toward the spot where they had just been. You peered down the stairwell, jaw tight and fists clenched.

‘So the game’s on.’

They could play their little flirtations all they wanted—but you weren’t about to let either of them mess with your grades. Not now. Not ever.

After discovering what could be something more than just a student-teacher relationship between your shy classmate and the ever-strict Professor Jeon, you couldn't let it go.

Instead, you turned your attention toward them—observing from afar, collecting what evidence you could.

A week went by, and now, your study table was covered with printed photos you’d taken in secret. You sat in silence, eyes scanning each one, piecing together the story like a puzzle.

Photo 1: The two sat at a quiet café—Arin appeared to be reading something, while Professor Jeon casually sipped his coffee across from her.

Photo 2: In an empty corridor, just the two of them—laughing. Laughing. A rare expression from a man known for being cold and unreadable.

Photo 3: Arin, entering his office alone.

You only added the third photo because your so-called evidence was lacking—you needed something to fill the gaps, even if it wasn’t damning enough on its own. Still, you couldn’t help but smile proudly at the photos spread before you.

You weren’t planning to use them—at least, not unless things took a turn. You were only going to Professor Jeon’s office to raise your concern about the mark he gave you on the essay you poured your soul into.

But if he dared to brush you off or humiliate you again… well, you’d have no choice.

Now, you sat in your seat, silently counting the seconds for this period to end. These past few days, your mind was never where it should be.

It wandered aimlessly during lessons, tuning out every voice that tried to teach you. Even your classmates noticed—how your usual spark had dulled, how you weren't as relentless, as sharp, as insufferably perfect as before.

And you hated it. You hated how this situation affected you. You hated Arin’s quiet smile. You hated Professor Jeon’s unreadable face. Most of all, you hated that they were the reason you felt so... off.

If it weren’t for them, you wouldn’t be distracted. You’d still be at the top—undeniable, untouchable.

Class was over, and before you knew it, you were already walking toward his office. Each step felt heavier than the last, the confidence you had earlier slowly unraveling with every inch closer to the door.

After all, you were about to face the Mr. Jeon Jungkook—the cold, strict, respected, and damn near perfect professor.

You raised your fist and knocked.

"Come in."

His voice, low and commanding, sent a shiver down your spine. You slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside. There he was—sitting at his desk, eyes fixed on his laptop, fingers dancing effortlessly across the keys.

You hesitated for a moment, the door clicking shut behind you a little louder than you'd intended. Still, he didn’t look up.

The only sounds in the room were the rhythmic tapping of the keyboard and the steady ticking of the clock above his shelf.

It felt like the silence was a test.

And you weren’t sure if you were passing or failing.

“I assume this isn’t about attendance,” he finally said, voice flat and devoid of emotion.

You cleared your throat. “It’s… about my essay grade.”

He stopped typing. His eyes slowly lifted to meet yours—sharp, unreadable. “Your essay,” he repeated, leaning back against his chair. “Right. The one that barely tapped into the prompt and read like a recycled daydream with no real depth.”

You flinched. “I worked hard on it. I just thought—”

“Thinking and writing are two different things,” he cut you off. “Effort doesn’t equal quality, Miss Y/N. You’re in college. Not kindergarten.”

Your fists clenched at your sides, the heat in your face rising. You tried to keep calm. “I know the grade is final, but I just wanted to understand why—”

“I’ve already told you why,” Jungkook said. “If you're looking for sympathy, try your classmates. I deal in facts. And the fact is, your work was mediocre.”

You paused, debating whether to say the next line.

“I just find it odd,” you said slowly, eyes narrowing, “how my classmate—who barely participates—somehow got a higher mark. A classmate I happened to see laughing with you in the hallway... quite comfortably.”

That finally got a reaction.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened as he stood up, walking around his desk. “Are you implying something, Miss Y/N?”

You held his gaze, fingers brushing the edge of your bag—where your phone, and the photos, waited.

“No, Professor. I’m just… asking questions.” He stopped in front of you, the space between you chilling. “Be very careful with the kind of questions you ask. Because once they’re out, there’s no taking them back.”

You swallowed hard but didn’t back down. The weight of the photos in your bag gave you a false sense of power—but even then, standing this close to Jungkook felt like walking a thin line over fire.

“I just think it’s… unfair,” you said, voice trembling slightly, “how someone who barely talks in class ends up with a near-perfect score. You may not realize how that looks to others.”

Jungkook's eyes stayed locked on yours, unblinking. “Arin,” he said coldly. “You’re talking about Arin.”

You didn’t answer.

He exhaled through his nose. “Her essay stood out the most, which is why I chose it and she’s on academic probation. That ‘laughing in the hallway’ was me explaining her midterm options before she fails the course entirely. But I suppose when you’re obsessed with perfection, everything looks like a conspiracy, doesn’t it?”

His words hit harder than you expected. Still, you didn’t look away.

“I just want fairness,” you whispered.

“No,” Jungkook replied, stepping even closer, voice low and sharp. “You want control. That’s why you’re standing here instead of revising your work like a real student. Because deep down, you don’t care about learning. You care about appearances. Grades. Pride.” He walked back to his desk.

You felt your pride twist into something sharper—resentment.

“And what if I showed you something?” you said, slowly reaching into your bag. “Something that might make you reconsider.”

Jungkook’s expression didn’t change. “Are you really about to blackmail a professor?”

The air in the room dropped. You paused—his tone wasn’t angry, or surprised. It was calm. Calculated. Dangerous.

“I wouldn’t call it that…” you said carefully. “Just… offering context. For your judgment.”

Jungkook crossed his arms and leaned slightly against the desk. “Then show me. Let’s see what you think is enough to challenge my integrity.”

You hesitated.

“I don’t tolerate threats,” he added coldly.

Your hand hovered inside your bag. This was it.

Jungkook didn’t say a word right away. He simply stood there, eyes unreadable as they bore into yours. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Then, he slowly walked toward you, each step unhurried, measured—predatory.

You didn’t know what shifted. Maybe it was the heavy silence in the room. Maybe it was the way his gaze dragged across your face, lingering a little too long on your parted lips.

Or maybe it was the unresolved tension crackling in the air—anger, defiance, and something else neither of you wanted to name.

“You came here thinking you could play with fire,” Jungkook finally said, voice low. “Now you're in it.”

He stopped just in front of you. Too close. His eyes dropped to the envelope in your hand—the one holding the pictures—and then back to yours.

“You’re bold. I’ll give you that.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words died on your tongue. Your breath hitched as his hand slowly reached out—not to grab the envelope, but to brush a strand of hair away from your face. A touch too soft. Too deliberate.

“You wanted my attention,” he murmured, tone now quieter… darker. “Now you have it.”

He took one step closer. The envelope slipped from your fingers and hit the floor.

Jungkook crashed his lips onto yours as he pushed you against the nearest wall. You groaned when your back collided with the hard surface.

He slid your bag off your shoulder and immediately lifted your shirt, tugging down your bra before cupping your breast.

“Mhm,” you moaned as he gently massaged it, his tongue exploring your mouth. You started kissing him back—the kiss wasn’t slow; it was rough and desperate.

Jungkook broke the kiss and moved his lips to your neck, gently biting and leaving hickeys. His hand found the hem of your shirt, and he pulled it off, along with your bra.

He sucked your two nipples, switching back and forth. Your moans started to get loud, “Be quiet,” he said before placing his mouth back onto your breasts. You immediately clamped your lips shut.

You gasped when he cupped your clothed cunt, his eyes staring directly into yours. He slipped your pants and underwear down and carelessly tossed them onto the floor.

His gaze now fixed on your bare cunt, and every hair on your body stood on end at the realization—your professor was seeing you completely naked. The cold blast from the AC wasn’t helping either.

Mr. Jeon stared at your pussy for a full minute before kneeling down to its level, his fingers parting your folds. His tongue extended from his mouth to taste your cunt.

You moaned not only from the sensation of his warm tongue but also from the view. He began to pleasure you orally, his tongue moving in and out of your tight pussy.

Your sounds became more loud as he began to slide his fingers in, curling and twisting them within you.

You climaxed twice, and you were eager for more. You want Professor Jeon inside you at this moment. "Please, I want you inside me."

You pleaded with him, and he removed his pants and boxers, tossing them to the ground.

Jungkook wanted you to suck him, but he was equally eager to be inside your wet cunt. You nearly lost the ability to breathe when you noticed just how thick, how long and how furious his cock was. Pre-cum seeping from his tip.

He grasped your waist and urged you to jump. You quickly encircled his neck with your arms as your legs rested on his hips. You expected him to take you against the wall, but that wasn’t the case.

He moved to his desk while you clung to him like a koala. Jungkook pushed his chair aside, “Sit on my cock.” You freed your one arm and held his dick—applying his pre-cum along his shaft for lubrication.

You positioned his hard dick at your entrance and gradually lower yourself—taking him in inch by inch. You breathed sharply at the penetration; he was so deep inside you.

He held the edge of the table as you encircled his neck with your one arm again. Once confirming that both of you were well-positioned and supported by his hold on the table, he gradually pulled his hip back—half of his cock slipping out your eager cunt, before thrusting his hip back in forcefully.

Both of you moaned at his movements. Mr. Jeon started to thrust in and out while you gripped his body tighter. Lewd sounds filled his whole office.

“You always thought you were the smartest in the room. A little top-grade prodigy who couldn’t take a hit to her ego.” Jungkook glanced at you, expecting rage in your eyes, but all he saw was desire as you moaned in response.

“You couldn’t just accept a mark and move on like everyone else, could you?” He continued.

“No. You had to come in here with your little evidence, your little plan. Thought you were clever.”

“Let’s see how far your intelligence takes you now.” Professor Jeon was right here, slapping your face with reality while slamming his cock inside your cunt.

If you weren't in this position—him fucking you so good—you would probably slap him in the face, even if he was your professor.

Jungkook enjoys feeling your wet and tight pussy envelop his hard cock, and you can't help but moan—his dick feels way better than your dildo.

He plunged into you with a primal rhythm, you glanced at his expression—he was biting his bottom lip, his face was intensely concentrated on making you climax.

Your stomach tightens; you are close. Your hold on him tightens as his thrusts quicken when he realizes you’re about to orgasm.

You glimpsed stars upon cumming, only for your breath to be taken away when his thrusts intensified, aiming for his climax.

Professor Jeon collided his lips with yours as he cummed, both of you moaning intensely. A warm fluid filled your whole cunt as he thrust deeper inside you.

‘Was he trying to impregnate you?’

Your thought disappeared when you heard a knock on the door. Jungkook glanced at you and asked, “Did you lock the door?”

You swallowed hard and stared at him in fear—afraid of being caught fucking your cold and strict professor.

“No.”

[jigglyjeon]

oh, deer -> jjk

summary: jungkook is a hybrid doctor that lives on his lonesome in a small cabin in the woods, where he tends to wild creatures great and small that inhabit the area. when you show up passed out on his doorstep, he strives to help you, and also tries to figure out where you’ve magically appeared from— because why on earth would an arctic hare be roaming the green lands?

rating: R18+ MATURE, minors please do not interact

genre: hybrid au, smut, fluffy-ish

word count: 5.7k

warnings/tags: hybrid doc jk, runaway oc, oc is on heat, allusions to abuse, mistreatment and trafficking, reader is so damaged pls, jk is one of the only kind people she’s ever met rip, jk got big ass antlers LOL, he’s super sweet tho omllll even though he looks intimdating, cunnilingus, mentions of mating, humping, dirty tawwwwlk, thigh riding, brief handjob, a little titty play, unprotected sex, knotting

notes: really wanted to get this out because i couldn't stop thinking about it. needed a respectful big buff deer-hybrid jk to be a thing so here he is woops

⋆ ࣪.  masterlist  ˖ ࣪⭑

The high-pitched squawking from outside wakes Jungkook from afternoon his nap, a stark contrast to the soft chirping from midday that ultimately lulled him to sleep, his arms crossed over his chest as he rested on his couch.

There are crows beginning to gather at his doorstep as they squabble over what can only be their next feast. They had always been greedy like that, but Jungkook still thought they were one of the most misunderstood birds to date; they were beautiful in a mysterious way, and they were headstrong and looked after one another. It was commendable, he thinks.

The afternoon is gloomy; there are too many clouds in the sky for it to seem like it’s going to be a peaceful nightfall. but when he finally drags himself off the couch to pinpoint the commotion, he peaks out his window to see that they’re fighting over a body, lying unconscious on the cobble that leads to his front door.  

“Shit,” he curses beneath his breath, racing out the door to shoo off the ravenous birds. He gets a good look at you then.

You’re curled up tightly in a ball, your long white ears are pinned to your head and your body shivers as if on instinct. You’re in a white gown, limbs muddy and covered in dirt and scratches, and there’s a deep frown on your lips.

His first thought is that you’re a just a hybrid bunny, and he doesn’t realise just how ill you are quite yet. He kneels down to you, fingers curling around your arm, “Hey, can you hear me?” He asks quietly, shaking you slightly. When your body tightens, curls inward even more, he relaxes a little. “I’m here to help you, okay?”

He huffs, looking around his property before he scoops you up into his arms. It’s not until now that he gets a whiff that familiar scent, thick and lustful as you nuzzle into his chest. Your eyes are still tightly shut, but now he can feel your hot, clammy skin. He’s quick to bring you inside, suddenly glad for the crows that woke him before nightfall.

You groan when he places you gently over his couch, your eyelids cracking open only in the slightest to get a look at your saviour.

He’s big, and he looms over you in an intimidating way, or maybe it’s the long, rugged antlers that stick out from his forehead that make him seem so. His features are soft, and he’s still as not to startle you— he knew how rabbits could get.

You blink, forcing your heavy eyes to open as much as they possibly can. Your head is pounding; your vision is blurry and you’re so incredibly hot. Your ears flop backwards when you try to sit up, a whimper leaving your lips as he hurries to your side. “Easy, sweetheart.” He hushes, his grip on your arms keeping you steady.

It’s only now that he realises, you’re no ordinary bunny rabbit. Your skim is pale and well, he did wonder briefly why your ears were slightly smaller in comparison to the rest of you. You’re sickly warm to the touch, and you shiver cold sweats in the middle of summer— you’re used to the cold.

Jungkook acts quickly, rushing around his home, rustling noises come from behind when you sat made it known he was searching for something. You’re too tired to peak over your shoulder, so you slump weakly against the couch instead.

He returns with a gel-like pad that’s been frosting over in his freezer, and a lemonade icicle in his other hand. He hands you to ice pack, and you hug it close to your face with a sigh of relief, melting into the cold. He unwraps the sweet treat from its wrapper and hands it to you. You bow shyly in thanks, bringing it close to your mouth where your tongue poked out in small licks. He smiles— it’s cute.

“Can you tell me your name, sweetheart?” He asks gently, kneeling down to come eye level with you. You peak up at his from behind your frozen treat, melting cold and sweet on your tongue, only to look away just as quickly.

“Okay…what about where you came from?”

You don’t answer, and he doesn’t push you to. He can tell by your posture and the state of you that you haven’t had the best moments before you wound up barely awake in front of his home. You’re lucky it’s his lifes work to help those who seek aid in the midsts of the forest, those such as yourself.

He’s particularly well versed in hybrid care being one himself, but because there just wasn’t enough healthcare provided to the ones who lived amongst other species of animals, wild— non domesticated hybrids. It’s what secludes his well-versed and educated self to this very place.

Without another word he digs into the kit on the table behind him, rummaging through to find the things he needs to help get you cleaned up. When he turns back to you, you’re shivering again, eyes blown out and wide as you stare right at him.

It’s not a look of fear, either. No, definitely not; not when your eyes are dark and flittering over his face, roaming down to the sight of his taut, muscular body.

You gasp, squeezing your eyes shut, gripping onto the popsicle stick, uncaring of the way it melted down your fingers and dripped down your arm. He reaches to take it from you, and when his fingers brush yours, you sigh a little too keenly.

Jungkook had initially thought you had come from a colder climate and the adjustment in habitat had made you unwell.

He sees now just how terribly wrong he was.

When you open your eyes, he tilts his head to meet them, but your ears are flopping over to hide your eyes. They’re only just long enough to cover them sheepishly. He can’t help but smile at how sweet you were.

He looks down are you trembling legs, watching the way they clench and push further together.

Your heat.

The reason you’re in this man’s living room in the first place. It hit you the moment you broke free from the walls that confined you to a place you could only describe as hell.

Although you had no qualms about the cold walls that kept you isolated from the other hybrids, the separation and lack of socialisation had eaten away at you. It had fed that lonely feeling in your heart, the one that convinced you that you could never be wanted, would never belong anywhere.

Your furrowed brown and the way you gnawed at your bottom told him that you barred pain. What he didn’t know it was in so many more ways than one; it wasn’t the superficial kind that showed up on your skin in nicks and bruises.

What scares you most of all is the fact that you’re not scared at all.

“Your heat, huh?” He’s speaking mostly to himself now, maybe you can’t understand what he’s saying. “Do you prefer your baths cold or warm?” He asks kindly, blinking at you in hopes that you’ll finally reply.

Your ears lift slowly out of your line of sight, blinking shyly at him as they curtain over your eyes, prepared to hide yourself behind them again. You lift the gel ice pack in your hands shakily, and he nods enthusiastically when you provide him a real reaction to his words.

He gets up to disappear down the hallway, leaving you alone in his living space. “Baths?” You whisper to yourself so quietly, that he doesn’t hear it. Your ears twitch in curiosity, and you soundlessly follow him down the same path you saw him go down.

The sound of running water leads you to the door toward the end of the corridor, and your fingers grasp the door frame before you peak around the corner. You blink at the way his arms tense when he picks something up, and the way his lips when they pucker as he whistles a light tune have your ears sticking out straight to hear it more clearly.

When he turns around, he clutches his chest, gasping in surprise when he doesn’t expect to see half of your face shyly watching him. Your ears flop to the side, flinching but instead of fleeing your fingers grip tighter against the frame of the door. “Just making you a cold bath, as per request.” He smiles so politely it makes you swoon.

Your foot pounces against the floorboards impatiently, on instinct. “Do you usually settle your heat cycles with a partner?” He asks casually, ushering you into the bathroom when your feet don’t seem to move on their own.

“Yeah,” you answer, it’s meek and small but it’s progress. Progress reigned above all else in his line of work. “Hurts.”

Jungkook hums in confusion, his small ears flickering as he tilts his head. “What hurts, sweet?”

“They hurt me.” You frown, sitting on the edge of the tub, your fingers dipping into the water to check the temperature. You can’t remember the last time you had a bath that wasn’t anxiety inducing— with so many eyes watching you. “They were very rough with me.”

He’s starting to understand now; you’re not from the arctics, you’re from a hybrid homing centre. Think of it as the most damaged kind of foster system, where all sorts of shifty people sold and bought hybrids for all the wrong reasons; you could only be so lucky if someone with a kind heart swung by and took a liking to you, but they were mostly cat or dog hybrids that had such chances.

Did they take you from your mother? Were hybrid traffickers searching the arctics for rare arctic hybrids like yourself? He can’t bring himself to ask, not when you’re still so shaken.

“What kind of partners did you have?” He asks, hoping it’s not what he thinks, but it’s evident in the way your eyes water at memories you most likely want to forget.

“Predator ones, big ones–” You sniffle, “they always tried to make predators mate with prey.”

You hiss, when you feel the wetness begins to drip mercilessly out of you, staining your underwear. You fought it, as much as you could, but it had been about two days since you ran away, and you’ve been untouched and aching for the same amount of time. Instead of fading away like you expect it to, the moment this deer hybrid takes you into his home the aching only increases.

“Take your time in here, okay? I’ll be just outside if you need me, okay?”

Your brows pinch together as you watch him back up toward the door, grabbing the handle to pull it shut, giving you privacy. Just before the door closes, you whisper, “Okay.”

It doesn’t take very long for you to grow bored of being cramped in this space on your own. Your fingers clutch the edge of the ceramic tub, too afraid to touch or brush against anything that would make you cry out in pleasure and humiliate yourself in front of the deer outside the door. You don’t even know his name.

You always struggle to decipher whether or not it’s safe to trust a man— all they’ve ever really done in your life is hurt you for the most part.

But he’s not a predator, that was refreshing; and he wasn’t rugged or damaged like the other prey hybrids did where you came from. He was warm, and he had a lot of things in his house that was going to help you heal. A nurse, a doctor?

You think back to the only kind pair of eyes from that place; he was a nurse, a human nurse that sought your safety came to your aid whenever you fell sick.

Namjoon was his name.

You thank him internally for everything he did for you, but you hoped that you wouldn’t need him anymore.

Preferably, you’d never see him – or anyone else from that place for that matter – ever again.

You shut your eyes, breaths beginning to deepen and fasten, your entire body shakes whenever you clench, your aching hole flutters around nothing; empty yet needing to be filled.

Relenting, one of your hands breaks free from the tub’s edge, and roaming your body, you sigh when you grab harshly at your breast, but you’re too impatient to leave your clit waiting. You rub, too fast and too eager and you just can’t satiate your hunger.

You groan, throw your head back and your hips rise slightly above the water, chasing something, fighting with your subconscious

You call for him.

“D-doctor?”

From the kitchen his ear twitches, glancing in the direction of your soft call. He puts down the knife, mid chop and runs his hands quickly underneath the tap after having lathered them with soap.

He dabs the moisture off on his sweats, and the loud thudding of his footsteps rushing down the hallway thump in rhythm with the heavy beating in your chest.

“You okay in here?” He speaks carefully through the door, knocking lightly. “Do you need something?”

His antler knocks against the door the closer he leans towards in, and he grunts at the collision. He’s still so clumsy with them, they had only recently grown back to their full length after having fallen off a few months back and he was still trying to get used to them. Unfortunately, it never got easier. In another couple months they’ll fall off again and leave nubs in the wake of the root.

He rubs the back of his head as he waits for you to answer, but a particularly high gasp has him opening the door in fear that you might have hurt yourself.

But it’s far from it.

You’re far from hurt, in fact, you look like you’re in pure bliss.

Your head is thrown back, ears flopping lazily above your head as you drag your heat against the cool ceramic that holds the water, you’re not longer submerged in. Your skin is dripping, droplets of water still clinging to you; one leg inside the tub and one out, your hands propped behind you as you ride the bathtub.  

You don’t even stop when your head turns to look at him, you just look at him with a half-lidded gaze, too far gone into the apex of your heat cycle that’s come back to you in full swing. You can’t, won’t, hold it in anymore. It was too much.

“Ah~” You cry, one of your hands slipping from behind you, reaching out towards him in invitation to aid you in your feeble attempt to ease your throbbing pussy. “Need–“ you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth, but some still drips from the corner of your lips. “Need your help, Doctor.”

Jungkook is caught looking like a deer in headlights.

“Just Jungkook is okay.” There he goes, being polite again. His eyes haven’t even looked down at your naked body, the face you’re making at him is enough to make him stir in his boxers anyway. “Will you tell me your name?” He asks patiently, inching closer to you, holding out his hand to capture yours, helping you balance as you continue to rub yourself against his bathtub lazily.

“Jungkook…” you test the way it rolls of your tongue first, and it does with ease. It feels comforting— everything about him felt comforting. “It’s Y/N.” You tell him.

“That’s pretty.” He hums, sucks in a sharp breath and closes his eyes. The scent of you completely fogging up his train of thought and filling up his senses like a vice. His hand squeezes yours, and your small moans as you look up at him with lustful eyes is doing nothing to keep him calm or controlled.

He’s a professional, he’s dealt with the heats, and ruts, of many of his patients in his career. It’s simple, a little herbal tea, breathing exercises and self-care and he sends them on their way as happy as ever. But…

“It’d be unkind of me to let you deal with this all alone, wouldn’t it?”

He caves.

Because how could he not? You’re stunning, one of the rarest living creatures to roam the earth, and you’re here with him. In his home.

Your scent is stronger than any hybrid scent he’d ever come across. Your wetness coats the area beneath you, and it is sticky on your thighs. He dares to look down at see the way it glistens in your path, and he doesn’t anticipate how badly he wants to taste your sweet nectar. Your thighs are tense, wobbly and he can tell you’re growing impatient, because you’re starting to grind your teeth and you smack your foot against the tile. Just once, in warning.

“That would be unkind, Doctor.”

The tone of your voice doesn’t match up with your words. They tremble as if you’re on the verge of tears, shy but your point is firm. You’re starting to feel dull in what you’re doing, because it’s nothing compared to what a partner can give to you.  You look up at his antlers, they stand proudly in the same way his shoulders remain straightened, his posture a fair representation of the bravery in his heart. He may be a prey hybrid by nature, but he was strong and well equipped, he had the muscles and the build to show for that.

You want to touch them— grab them.

You’d never seen a deer hybrid before, not a male one, anyway.

“Are you done with your bath?” He asks, his voice is low and raspy, and you can see in real time the way his soft brown eyes shift darker and blown out with intention.

You nod lazily, blinking slowly up at him as he reaches for your other hand, helping you up on shaking legs. They had gone numb, and you had stumbled into his chest. You giggle drunkenly, “Oops.”

“Clumsy little thing.” He laughs with you, but he’s chewing on his lip when he leads you to his bedroom, sitting you down on the edge of his bed.

You smile happily, backing up onto the mattress until your back is resting against the pillows. You spread your legs slowly, inviting him closer to you. He does, just as slow on his hands and knees like he’s hunting you down. Ready to pounce. He keeps a fair distance, lips parting with heavy breaths as he admires your naked body for the first time. Splayed out, all for him to pleasure and please.

You flutter your lashes at him like you’re not trying to lure him in, and you smirk because you know it’s working in your favour. Your hips move eagerly upward chasing feeling. Waiting for him.

“Your scent is everywhere.” You sigh, inhaling deeply as you sink down into his sheets, nuzzling your face against the pillow that smells strongly of him. “You don’t have a mate?” You wonder aloud. He shakes his head, he doesn’t think too much about it despite the matter weighing on him at times.

Jungkook was almost 30, and without a mate. He knows it’s normal, sometimes it takes a little more time than most, but it wasn’t exactly common. There are all sorts of reasons why some hybrids take a little longer to find a mate: rash decisions being one of them.

His mate has always been out there, but he’s isolated himself for so many years now that he hasn’t allowed to universe to bring them to him. It was a rash decision to run away from the city, the place he was born to a deer-hybrid father and a human mother. He had run away not because he was estranged from the life he was so graciously given, but because of prejudice against hybrids within society; the pure judgement from educators and professionals alike against a hybrid becoming a doctor had put a huge strain on the life he chose to lead— the life he wanted since he was just a fawn.

Instead, he indulges himself when his hands take purchase on your thighs, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your inner thigh.

You shake, a little too much for such a small gesture, tonguing at your upper lip with desire. He purposefully avoids your glistening cunt, nosing at your thigh to rub his scent all over your skin, the same scent that marries through his house— his home.

“Your skin is soft.” He determines, words muffled as his lips brush against you, kiss you so soft you think you’re maybe imagining it; but the way his fingers dig a little deeper into your thighs tells you that this is real. “You smell like rainfall.”

His favourite scent. Was it his mind playing tricks on him? Because you smelt exactly the way the earth smelt after heavy rain came and went. It’s fresh, comforting and a little bit nostalgic. You carry that scent so heavily he his eyes roll back, his tongue comes out to swipe against the gap between your leg just beside your pussy, and he tastes your wetness whilst doing so. What’s gotten into him? He had never crossed a line with any patient of his, not like this. It was wrong to take advantage of a poor hybrid in heat like this, but he knew it was more than just his animalistic need to fuck something.

It was far more intricate of a feeling.

You choke on a moan when his tongue presses flat between your lips, dragging it up slowly as he completely consumes the taste of you. He’s pulling your legs closer, hands trailing down your legs and holding your ankles down, feet flat on his mattress. He gives your cunt a sloppy open-mouthed kiss, his drool pooling into you, mixing with your own fluids. It’s loud, and it’s lewd and you could cry.

So, you cry.

You’re mesmerised by the man between your legs, so gentle but certain in his movements and the way he took care of you. His antlers brush against your stomach, almost as if they’re asking to be admired. Your hands reach out on their own accord, and your mewls of pleasure don’t falter as you ride his sloppy kisses to your pussy. Your fingers wrap around the hard bone, and he stops his movements for a moment, but he doesn’t look up at you or move his face away. You use him as leverage, thrusting into his face, your clit brushing his nose and the groan he lets out courses through your body like an electric pull.

“Jungkook, I’m g-gonna–”

“Mmhm.” He hums against your pussy. “Let go for me.”  

He demands it of you, and who were you to disobey when he licked and sucked on your clit like a starved wolf?

You cry, your eyes blurring up with tears that have threatened to spill the moment his mouth touched you. Jungkook sucks up you’re cum as it spills from your hole. The wet, sticky sound makes you blush. You sniffle when you begin coming down from your high, but remnants remain and you shiver harshly beneath him as he climbs up and over your body, his warmth the one kind that you craved. His lips are made to ease you, His hand cupping just beneath a breast as he melds into you, kissing on your neck, hushing you in hopes that it’ll help you relax.

It does.

You throw your arms round his neck and pull him closer, and you wrap your legs around his waist and shamelessly buck into him, searching for the bulge weighing heavy in his sweats. He appeases you, rocks his clothed dick into your sopping wetness, uncaring of the fact that you’re staining the clothing with your juices.

“You did so good, pretty girl.” He praises, kissing your cheek tenderly, “came so well for me.”

Your purr, your fingers carding through his hair, tugging his face back so you can look at him. You learn that to be the most dangerous move you’ve taken today. The way looks at you, exerting feeling you can’t quite pinpoint when your mind is so fuzzy, how his lips glisten when he darts his tongue out to moisten them. There’s a natural tugging that happens that has both of you leaning in, your lips meeting in a moment of purity.

Your body feels loose, the lightest it’s ever felt when he kisses you. It feels electric, like it was meant to happen and that his lips were made to meet with yours. You’ve had lips forced upon you too many times to count, but this was a feeling you only heard about in fairytales. Sparks flying, hearts pounding.

There’s no sense of urgency, his lips were soft, and almost shaky whenever they connected with yours. You could feel the furrow in his brow, like he’s wondering too, but you’re past that now, and when your hand travels down to his chest, it stops just above where you can feel his heart thrumming heavily beneath his shirt. His hands detach from you, pulling back, leaving a string of saliva connecting you. Your tongue flicks up to collect it, and his nose twitches when he lets out a gentle laugh.

He moves back onto his knees, and you will yourself not to shut your eyes in the moment he removes his shirt, revealing just how big and buff he was beneath his clothes. Broad shoulders, a wide chest— he was bigger than some wolf hybrids you’ve seen.

You can’t help but think that whoever gets to be this man’s mate is the luckiest woman alive.

You prop yourself up on your hands, missing his warmth and his touch, stopping his next moves just to take another good look at you. You whine, sitting up and pushing him back. He loses his balance and falls back on his bottom and watches you in awe as you crawl between his open legs, throwing a leg over his thigh. You move with conviction, hovering just above where your cunt and the material of his sweats would meet. His eyes flicker between that and your face that gives him a teasing look. Your eyes are full of lust and…something else.

“Did you like my pussy, Doctor?” He tongues at the inside of his cheek, his jaw tightening at your nasty tongue. You were bold, but most importantly you were obedient.

“Sit, little rabbit.” He looks to his thigh with a raised brow “And be careful with that dirty little mouth of yours.”

You drop yourself onto his thigh with a ‘hmph’, feigning a look of defeat. You would never say no to a man that looked like this and wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

You sigh dreamily, your hands rising over his shoulders, feeling his skin beneath your fingertips. His eyes flutter, threaten to close when your fingers massage his scalp, and you circle your hips against his clenched thigh. He twitches it up, meeting your thrusts and you bite your bottom lip to settle the needy smile it elicits from you.

His eyes bore into yours as if you’re the only thing in the world. It makes you feel nervous, and you can feel the heat in your cheeks, but you can’t bring yourself to look away. Your ears fall, moving to cover your cheeks but his hand comes up to caress one with the back of his hand in wonder. “Soft,” he murmurs.

He doesn’t take his eyes off you when he reaches down, teasing himself when he palms the outline of his cock in its confines, then traces the waistband of his sweats. You don’t notice when he pulls it out, not even when he takes your hand so gingerly and glides his tongue so innocently over your palm all the way up to your fingertips that he takes into his mouth to bite on gently. He leads your hand down to his twitching cock, and he moans when your fingers brush the tip.

Your gaze falls to his length; it was on the slender side but incredibly lengthy. You ogle it like you’ve just been given the most wonderful surprise. In a way you supposed you had been.

It starts off slow, the way you drag your closed fist over his hardness, and he shifts so impatiently under your hand. You still rock slowly against his thigh, but you’re now too engrossed with his pretty cock. Red blushed tip and blue-ish purple veins that adorned up the sides of his length that kept the blood bumping through him. You wanted to taste him…wondered what it would feel like hauled down your tight throat. You don’t notice your drooling until a droplet of your spit falls onto his cock. He hums, chuckles eagerly as he watches you watching him. He leans back a little bad, one hand propped behind him while the other soothes up and down your lower back, urging you to continue pleasuring yourself, too.

“Want you, Jungkook…” you blubber, your voice failing you when his name comes out in barely a whisper.

“Hey, you have me.” He assures you, looking up at you with a fond look in his eye, turning his hard glares off for a moment to remind you that you’re safe with him. You let go of his length and lift your hips up again, moving slightly so that your knees are digging into the bed on either side of him now.

He looks up at you hungrily, his hands rubbing at your sides “Take it slow, I’ve got you.” He takes himself in his hand again, tugging on it a few times before holding it up for you.

You didn’t know it could feel so good. Your jaw drops, your eyes are rolling back as you lower yourself onto his cock. You reach for his shoulders, and they don’t let you down, he leans his head down to kiss the top of your breasts. You don’t even flinch when his antlers fly toward you, resting on your shoulders as he brings a nipple into his mouth. You sigh, sat still atop of him as you adjust to the feeling of him all up in your guts.

He flickers his tongue over your other nipple, soothing the other with his thumb. The sensitivity of it all makes you squeeze his cock, and he brings a mouthful of your breast into his mouth to suppress a moan.

“Y’gonna fuck me, pretty girl?” He drawls, releasing your breast with a pop.

You raise your hips, dragging yourself over his cock before falling back down to swallow him whole again. You both moan at the feeling, and you repeat that movement a few times at the same slow pace until your body can’t take it anymore.

He doesn’t rush you, even when you can tell he’s trying hard not to slam up into you. He holds your hips as you ride him at the pace you choose. Your eyes are screwed shut in concentration when you begin to find a nice pace that seems to please him also, because every time your slam down onto him he grunts or moans or curses something dirty under his breath.

Your fingers travel up his biceps and up to the back of his neck where you play with the hair at the nape. As if he reads your mind, he takes one of your wrists and leads it up towards one of his antlers. “You can hold them baby, it doesn’t hurt.”

You moan eagerly, your other hand reaching for the other antler. It makes riding his cock feel better.

You find a better angle as you fuck yourself on his cock, your clit hitting deliciously against his navel with each collision. “Fuck– are you an angel?” He wonders aloud, guiding your hips with his harsh grip on your body. Your grip on his antlers pulls his head down but he’s eyes level with your bouncing tits and he thinks it’s a good trade off.

You tug him toward you to smoosh his face in your breasts and let his antlers graze your shoulders again. Your hands wrap under his arms and hold him close to you while you chase your high.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You squeal, your moans louder and higher in pitch as you roll your hips into him, squeezing his cock so tightly you feel him throb, too.

“Shit, wait–“

You don’t listen, your hips don’t stop, only moving faster as you reach your peak. Your cunt holds a vice grip on his cock as it grows thicker, larger inside of you as he begins to cum, and he whimpers at the intense pleasure of your fluttering pussy tightening against him. He licks and sucks on your collar bone, in attempt to soothe you, expecting you to freak out but you don’t. Your quick breaths are all he’s left with, and he swears you pull him closer.

You pull him down with as he knots himself inside of you, attached to you— connected. It’s intimate, the way he looks down at you, propped up on his forearms as he looks into your tired eyes. You look content, peaceful.

For a while it’s all he can do. Just admire your beauty in all its glory and wonder how exactly you had found your way to him.

An unexpected seductress that was after his heart.

The arctic hybrid that was born to be with him.

“Can you feel it?” Your ears brush his cheek, your fingers tracing up the length of his antlers, admiring its imperfections in all its rugged beauty.

“Yeah,” he smiles sweetly at you, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip. “I feel it.”

He kisses you, and he doesn’t stop until his swollen cock softens, unlocks from inside you. Your whimper when he removes himself from you, but you’re far too tired to speak anything more. So, he pulls you in close, lets you fall asleep in his arms. He rests his chin atop your head, fingers playing with your hair as his mind races with questions and thoughts that don’t allow him to follow you into slumber.

All he knows that you finally found him, and he’d do everything in his power to keep you here— safe and sound in his arms.

His mate.

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[littlemisskookie]

Catch Me If You Can

Catch Me If You Can

Ship: Crush!Jungkook x Annoying!Reader

Description: You lived to get under Jungkook’s skin, constantly trying to rile him up and annoy him just to get a reaction. What happens when, during a cabin trip with friends, you accidentally push too far?

Warnings: PRIMAL PLAY, (primal kink go brrrrrr), Slight Dub-Con, Exercise (we hate running), More Exercise (we love fucking), Degradation, Humiliation, Praise, Choking, Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Dom!Jungkook, Mad!Jungkook (deserves its own warning), Manhandling, Restraining, Teasing, Reader is Annoying AF for the plot, Pussy Slapping, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Outdoor Sex, Public Sex?

Word Count: 10.3k

A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this oneshot! I had a particularly good time writing it up. Please enjoy!

It was a hot summer day when your van strode up to the cabin. Though the roads had been shit, rocky terrain and winding paths to get through the mountains, your arduous journey had come to an end. At last, you could escape the cramped quarters of Yeri's Sedan, stretch your limbs and breathe in the fresh air the wilderness offered. Granted, you would have to squeeze through the extra luggage you guys had crammed in the back with you and Jimin, slipping between the seats and waiting for everyone else to climb out first, courtesy of the two of you sitting in the very back closest to the trunk— but it was well worth the sacrifice.

From your position in the very back you were able to stare at the back of Jungkook's head for a full 8 hours, with him being none the wiser. God, you were a creep for getting satisfaction from that, but you were a woman obsessed. Seeing every time his tattooed fingers would comb through his hair, or the occasional stretches from sitting in the same place for too long, it was a view you were glad you didn't miss from any other seat. Yeri and her boyfriend Jaehyun, who was driving, were sitting in the very front, which left four seats in the back. Jungkook had opted for the middle right, and though being seated right next to him may seem optimal, it would make it too obvious that you were constantly staring. A habit you couldn't keep in check for the life of you. Unfortunately, the sight of Jungkook was irresistible. Instead you let Taehyung take the chosen spot, with you and Jimin sitting in the back with the leftover duffel bags and backpacks you were unable to cram in the trunk.

Not that you were complaining. You could deal with a little less leg room with the privacy you were granted to creep all you'd like. Jimin, sweetheart that he is, was asleep for the majority of the trip, snoring away except for the occasional gas station breaks and rest stops. You were able to peak over Jungkook's shoulder a few times to see what he was up to, but it was mainly doodling in his notebook or playing ad-free games on his phone. No insightful texts for you to spy on or gain intel from.

"Fucking finally!" Jaehyun killed the engine, stopping the radio along with it.

"Thank you for getting us home safely, baby." Yeri reached over the center console to give her boyfriend a kiss, much to the disgust of her brother Tae.

You looked over to Jimin, who was still snoozing, mouth agape and head leaning back in his neck pillow. Shaking his shoulder, you rose him from the dead. "Jimin, buddy, we're here already."

"Here" was a 2 story cabin in a heavily wooded, rural area located in the mountains. With a heated pool and far from civilization, it was the perfect place to recenter and take a breather from every day life. It was a popular destination primarily in the fall and winter, but the six of you were able to get a good price on it for the summer, all of you pitching in on the AirBnB months in advance for this getaway. You were particularly ecstatic about it. Five whole days stuck in a cabin with Jungkook? It was a fanfiction come to life! Granted, you'd prefer it were just the two of you and you had been snowed in, as the story line typically goes, but you'll take what you could get.

Jungkook, who was Taehyung's best friend, had been the object of your not-so secret affections for quite some time now. Always quiet, almost broody, he was a gorgeous specimen who barely even spared you a glance.

Granted, you did your best to annoy him at any opportune moment. Anything to get his attention. Seeing as you were Yeri's best friend, you might as well have been Taehyung's second obnoxious younger sister. Both you and Jungkook were constantly at the Kims' house, giving you ample time to be in his business and know the details of his personal life.

You swore sometimes he hated you, but if he did, he didn't outright show it. When you'd do your best to tease him or get a rise out of him, he'd ignore you or brush off your attempts. Those were the worst. You hated the indifference he gave you. All you wanted was a reaction, to see that pretty face contort into something besides boredom around you for once. Even if it were a joking smile or a grimace or a scowl— you wanted it so bad. Anything to get his eyes to finally lock with yours for more than a second. Anything to get him to notice you.

Then again, after years, you still hadn't gotten much from him. It was as though he were impervious to your feeble attempts. Perhaps he had gotten used to it in your younger years, knowing exactly how to make you tick and truly boil with rage inside. Perhaps he simply never cared. Either way, it was a habit you were unable to break at this point, still acting like a kid with a playground crush, teasing just to get a reaction.

It was the only types of interactions you really got with him anyways.

Jimin, Taehyung's other friend, grumbled as you shook him, looking up and out of the window at the greenery before him. He blinked slowly, taking in his surroundings and turning to you. "How long was I out?"

"Two days," you joked, eyes wandering to Jungkook slipping out of the car. You shimmied between the seats, grabbing your duffle bag with you as you climbed out. "Good luck getting proper sleep tonight. You were pretty knocked out of it."

You stretched your arms overhead, relieving the ache in your shoulders and legs and massaging the sore muscles. You watch Jungkook do the same, observing the sliver of skin revealed as his t-shirt rose up. Thank god this place had a pool. You couldn't wait to see Jungkook shirtless again, to see if his abs had gotten more defined, if his shoulders got any broader, if his biceps got any bigger. Had he gotten any more tattoos in addition to the full sleeve he sported? Your mouth watered at the thought.

"Home sweet home!" Yeri cheered, approaching the front door and putting the code into the lockbox attached to the door knob.

You circled around the car to where Taehyung was opening the trunk. Grabbing onto the handle of your suitcase, you yanked it from the pile, nearly falling on your ass in your attempt.

"Woah! Do you need help with that?" Taehyung questioned (after laughing at your expense). "Yo, Kook! Can you come give Y/N a hand with her bag?"

Your heart practically leapt at the thought as Jungkook approached, immediately grabbing your suitcase as if it weighed nothing.

"How much shit did you pack? We're only going to be here a week," he grunted, reaching for your duffel too. "Go ahead and give me that too."

"Sure you can handle all of that?" you teased, but give him the bag anyway.

"Better than you, that's for sure. You'll be wheezing like an old man trying to carry these upstairs."

He was right about that. You were excited to see him do it, though, seeing his muscles pump up and strain, veins prominent in his hands and forearms as he carried them for you. Sure, Taehyung had told them to do it, but you could let yourself fantasize for a moment that he did so for you. For such an introverted nerd, he was surprisingly a gym rat, with much of his time with Taehyung now spent at the gym.

You obediently followed him into the cabin and up the stairs, getting a great view of his ass. Fuck you needed to stop perving over this man, but you couldn't help it.

Yeri and Jaehyung were going to be downstairs in the master bedroom, where there was one other bedroom for Jimin. Upstairs there were two more bedrooms, one where you'd be solo and the other for Taehyung and Jungkook to share. (Or perhaps Jungkook and Jimin would switch. Taehyung had simply insisted he did not want to sleep anywhere near Yeri and her boyfriend.)

Following Jungkook into what was presumably your room, you took in the space. It was very much a cozy vibe, with western decor and lots of mahogany. The bed was easily big enough for two people.

"Where do you want it?"

Your pulse quickened as you looked at Jungkook with wide eyes.

"Wa— Hm?" You corrected yourself quickly before you could blurt out the words "want it". No need for him to know where your dirty mind had wandered.

"Your bag."

"Oh. On the bed's fine." It'd be fine for you guys to do it, too. You could already see him spread out on the comforter, a meal waiting to be devoured. You tried to wipe the thought from your mind before you started to drool. There'd be plenty of time to fantasize about that later, and all while he was in the bedroom right next to you.

Jungkook dropped the duffel onto the sheets, turning to head out.

"Wait!" You internally curse yourself. "Er, do you need help with your bags, perhaps?"

He raised a brow. "You really think you'd be much help?"

"I mean, your bag is probably lighter than mine. Unless you packed dumbbells are something." You couldn't help but grin at the thought. "Bet a gym rat like you would get withdrawals from being away for so long."

He scoffed at that. "I think I'll manage just fine one week without."

"I dunno." You practically sang the words. "I think I see your biceps deflating already. You haven't been slacking off or anything lately, have you?"

He rolled his eyes, ignoring your comments and leaving your bedroom. You let out a huff of disappointment, grumbling as you tossed yourself onto your bed, kicking at the sheets in frustration. You just wanted him to stay in your room even a minute longer. Then again, if you had the opportunity you'd probably lock him in here. Chain him to the bed and ride him into the sunset if you were feeling truly psycho. (Which, don't worry, you weren't. At least for the time being.)

—

The day after, the six of you were huddled on the carpet in the foyer after binging the newest episodes of Love Island, glasses of wine in hand. Well, you, Yeri, and Taehyung had wine in hand. Jaehyun and Jungkook had opted for sake, and poor Jimin was already slumped over on the couch from it, no doubt in need of the sleep he evaded last night from his extraneous car nap.

The remaining five of you were playing a drinking game, where one wanted to collect as many of the cards as possible through whatever truth or dare was written on it, or be forced to drink. You were currently working through your third glass of wine, careful not to go to the fourth as you knew it would bring you into solid messy-drunk territory. Yeri was undoubtedly sloshed at this point, her face flushed and rosy as she leaned against Jaehyun.

Jungkook wasn't the least bit drunk, it seemed, only taking one shot and successfully pulling off most of the requests the cards demanded of him. He had a pretty impressive selection, whereas you opted for sips of your wine instead. 

Yeri picked up the card, grinning as she read what was on it. "When was the last time you had sex?" She squealed, giggling as she further nuzzled against her boyfriend. "Well me and Jae—"

"Nope! Quit it!" Taehyung interrupted, snatching the card from her hand, his ears tinged pink from both being flustered and the alcohol. "I do not need to be hearing about that."

"But Taeeeee I don't wanna take another drink," Yeri whined, reaching for the card, which Taehyung held out of her grasp.

"Someone else can do it for you. I do not want to hear anything about my sister's sex life," Taehyung said with disgust. He turned to you, card pointed between two fingers. "Y/N?"

"Oh-ho-ho, you want to hear about my sex life then?" you joked, taking the card from him.

"Better yours than my sister's," Tae grumbled.

Still, you weren't sure if you wanted to share the truth. However, knowing Yeri's drunk state, she'd undoubtedly call you out on it if you told anything but.

Your cheeks flushed further, this time with embarrassment. The truth was you hadn't gotten laid in almost half a decade. But in your defense your vibrator and fantasizes of Jungkook had brought out more orgasms than any of the guys you hooked up with in college, and you weren't in the mood to set yourself up for disappointment. No one could compare to the fantasies in your head, so you'd everyone a favor and not waste anyone's time.

Jungkook nudged you with his shoulder after you took too long pondering. "Are you going to answer or what?"

You normally would've been elated for the brief physical contact, but instead it served as a reminder of his presence for this question. It also made this harder to avoid.

"Do I really have to? I'm not sure it'd be suited for Jimin's delicate ears."

"I'm pretty sure he's snoozing again anyway," Jungkook shrugged, tilting his head to the friend. "Go ahead and do it if you're brave enough."

Well, there was no other option with that. For once you shy away from his gaze, turning your head away as you stare at the card in your hand.

"Four years," you admit quietly.

Taehyung guffawed. "Four years? How have you gone that long? I can barely make it a few weeks."

"Ew ew ew! Now why do I have to hear that?" Yeri complained, shoving at her brother. "He's right though. We need to get you laid, girlfriend."

"Shut uuuup guys," you groaned. "It's not that hard. There's just... There hasn't been someone I wanted to do that with." Who wanted to do it with me, too.

Yeri's eyes lit up with drunken mischievousness. "What about—"

Jaehyun slapped his palm over her mouth, no doubt knowing exactly what she was going to say. Jaehyun, having been Yeri's long time boyfriend, knew all too well about your long standing crush on Jungkook. No need for her to blurt it out to the rest of the room. "I think it's about time I get you to bed."

Yeri weakly protested, but before long her boyfriend successfully dragged her back to their bedroom, and you're left with the other three.

"How come you haven't gotten with anyone in so long?" Taehyung asked, nosy as ever.

You tossed your card in your pile, picking up your wine glass to take a gulp this time. "No one's wanted me I guess."

"Bullshit. I told you last year my friend Jaemin was into you and you never even hit him up." Damn Taehyung.

"He's cute and all just..." You did your best not to glance at Jungkook, instead observing him from your periphery. "I have this idea in mind of what I want things to be like, and I know no one can live up to expectations."

"You sure you're not just too picky or something?" Taehyung chuckled. You wondered for a second if he was also in on your worst-kept-secret.

"Maybe," you admitted. "But it's not worth wasting people's time. I mean, I'm sure eventually I'll find someone who will make me want to at least try."

"And no one has for four years?" Jungkook finally spoke up.

You feel the blood rush to your cheeks at his direct inclusion. No, you wanted to scream. No one but you! "We can't all be easy," you said defensively. Who knew how many other women Jungkook had been with while you were stuck pining.

"We can't all be prudes, either," Jungkook shot back.

That was unlike him. And it stung. You locked eyes with him, and he held your stare, unyielding for once.

"You know, I think it's about time someone gets Jimin to bed. He's going to complain about back pain if we let him stay in that position on the couch any longer," you redirected, breaking off the stare and looking away, ending the game. Suddenly it didn't feel like fun anymore.

Taehyung groaned. "You're probably right."

As he moved to carry his friend back to his room, you exited, wanting as much space from Jungkook right now as possible. You felt embarrassed for the way he called you out like that. Did he really think you were a prude? Someone who wouldn't put out because she was... what? Too good to? Too scared to?

You got up to leave, the air inside suddenly feeling much too stuffy for your tastes. You needed some space from Jungkook and his words, letting your cheeks burn a little less and get your mind off internalizing the interaction. In the backyard now, you headed to the pool, sitting down to dangle your feet in the water, the LED lights from within surrounding you in a near neon blue. You tilted the glass back to your lips, getting whatever leftover drops of wine there was to offer. You definitely pushed too far with the "easy" comment. Served you right for being an annoying brat.

You let yourself dip further into the pool, submerging yourself in the heated water as you put down the glass. It felt comforting to be in here, clothes and all, though you were only wearing an oversized shirt and underwear, having pre-prepared for sleep. She shirt floated along with you, drifting around your waist and upper thighs as you glided through, feeling the warm water kiss your bare skin and bring comfort. Sometimes when you were feeling especially weird you'd float in pools like these and pretend you were back in your mother's womb, safe and protected from the inevitable mistakes that would come with living.

You needed to calm yourself, erase the mistakes of a few minutes before in your mind. You move your arms and float within, keeping yourself upright until you tilt back, laying on the surface as you idly glide along the water. Staring up at the stars, they seemed so much brighter than back home. You could clearly make out a few constellations. Orion's Belt, the big and little dippers...

"What're you doing out here?"

Your peaceful swim is brought to a halt, and you righten yourself to see Jungkook staring down at you.

Why was he out here?

"Swimming."

"I see that," Jungkook said. "You shouldn't swim when you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk," you denied.

"Yeah you are. Your limit is three glasses, and you just finished your third." He looked pointedly at the glass left on the edge. So he had noticed how many you took. And knew you couldn't have more than four.

Well, of course he'd know that. The first time you tried wine was when you were sleeping over at the Kims', and you and Yeri had killer hangovers that resulted in the entire guest bathroom being wiped down. To be fair the two of you didn't know that wine got bad after it was opened, and the bottles that had been hidden in the bar had been there for years.

"So what?" You felt like a petulant child, turning away from him. You were still embarrassed, and weren't expecting to interact or see him again until at least morning. You figured he'd be helping Taehyung with Jimin.

"So you should get out of the pool and dry off." He dropped a towel by the edge. Had he brought that with him?

"What're you gonna do if I don't? Come get me?" You couldn't help but tease. Part of you really wanted him to.

"Funny," Jungkook huffed. He squatted down, the lights from the pool causing the shine of the moving water to dance across his face, illuminating him beautifully. "Can you get out now, please?"

"I don't wanna." You swam a bit further away from him to the other side. You had half the mind to stick your tongue out at him.

There's a beat of silence.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook said. That you didn't expect.

You stilled, keeping your place in the water as you tried to process his words.

"I shouldn't have called you a prude," Jungkook continued. "You have standards. That's commendable. I'm sorry if we— I, made you feel like shit about it. It was wrong."

You held your breath, and it helped you float a bit more. You couldn't believe Jungkook was apologizing to you. Your back was still turned to him, so luckily he couldn't see your expression.

"Are you mad at me?" he questioned.

You swallowed, trying to collect your thoughts. "No." You turn your head to the side, still not directly looking at him. "I'm... sorry too. I shouldn't have insinuated you were easy." If he were, maybe then he'd give you a chance.

"It's fine. C'mon, let me get you out."

He held his hand out to you, and you giddily swam up to him. His large hand completely dwarfed your own, and a small part of your gremlin brain gave you an impulsive thought that drunk-you simply couldn't resist.

You tugged, watching him fall headfirst into the pool, water splashing everywhere as he submerged completely beneath. You let out a maniacal laugh as his head popped up from the surface, a mix of surprise and rage on his features. You had never seen that on his face before.

"Now we're even!" You cackled, watching him sputter out whatever water had gotten into his mouth.

"You are so lucky I didn't have any electronics on me!" he exclaimed. He swam towards you, causing you to squeal and try and swim away. "Oh no you don't!"

His large hands grip your waist, pulling you against him as you wriggle and try to escape his hold.

"Look who's ma-ad!" you breathily wheezed, endlessly amused by the anger on his face. You couldn't help it. You finally got under his skin, and like the child you were, it brought you so much delight. So much satisfaction.

"Of course I'm mad, you're being an absolute brat right now."

"I've never seen you this mad," you continued, grinning up at him. "It's so hard to get a rise out of you."

"You still try, though."

"I do," you admitted, looking up at him cockily. "And today I succeeded."

"C'mon, brat, let's get out of here before I get a cramp from keeping us both afloat." He tugged you closer to his chest, and you feared he might feel your heartbeat quicken.

You tried to squirm out, but his arm his ironclad around your waist as he dragged you closer to the edge. "I can swim on my own!"

"I'm not letting you." Jungkook finally let go of you, only to lift you up with both hands and sit you on the ledge. You're blessed with the sight of him hoisting himself up as well, and the outline of his abs and chest through the now transparent white shirt assured you your little prank was well worth the trouble. He grabbed the towel he had brought before and dumped it on your head, pressing a large hand down and rubbing the fabric into your hair. "Dry," he commanded.

You begrudgingly did as you're told, rubbing the towel over your head and face. Luckily it was still a hot summer night, so it wasn't as though you were freezing when you got out.

You dried as best as you can, wringing your shirt out and offering him the now partially-damp towel. Admiring him while he was partially distracted, you couldn't help but replay the image of his irritated face in your head over and over again, and how much you liked it.

"Thank you," you quietly mumbled, almost hoping he wouldn't catch it. "For coming to get me out."

"Well... I was concerned I upset you." He finished patting himself down. "Besides, now we're even."

—

After that, you made many more feeble attempts at catching Jungkook's attention. Asking him to reach dishes on the higher shelves when you'd typically have no issue climbing on top of countertops. Knocking on his bedroom door to see what he was up to— though most times it was just Taehyung. One time you accidentally popped in on the elder in the midst of changing, which was embarrassing. No more of that.

Sometimes you accidentally succeeded, however. Like during your hike through the mountains as a group, your left knee started audibly clicking with every step. You tried to swallow the pain, but with how bruised your feet felt and how often you had to stop the group to take a breather, it was becoming difficult. Curse you for being the least athletic of the whole group. You should've joined Yeri in volleyball sophomore year when you had the chance.

Jungkook, chivalrous gentleman has he was, begrudgingly insisted that you climb on his back the rest of the trek down. Not that you really minded, though, feeling his steady heartbeat through his back and wrapping your arms around his shoulders and neck was a dream come true for you. You simply felt embarrassed that you had caused all the trouble, and not even on purpose this time.

On the final day before you all were set to head back home, however, you officially crossed a line.

You hadn't even intended for the night to go the way it did. It was 2 in the morning, and most everyone was already asleep in preparation for the long drive tomorrow. You, though, were a well known insomniac, with tonight being no exception.

Imagine your surprise when you stumbled across Jungkook, lying across one of the pool chairs, tiny sketchbook in hand. He looked fine as hell, hoodie hiding most of his tattoos, gym shorts showing the expanse of his muscled thighs. You were so upset this was your last day living with him, able to invade his space so easily.

With a devilish grin you snuck up behind him, snatching it from above to get a better look. Unfortunately you lost the page he had been working on, and flipping through the earlier pages you recognized the anime and flower sketches he had been working on during the ride here. "May I?"

"Y/N!" Jungkook's head twisted around as he glared at you, swiping for the book which you quickly held out of reach. He huffed with frustration. "Give that back."

"These are good, Jungkook, no need to be embarrassed," you snickered, flipping over a page to see small doodles. "Don't tell me you've got porn or something hidden in here."

Even through the neon LED lights the pool illuminated, you could see his cheeks burn a slight crimson. Ah, so there was something interesting in here. That or he was particularly attached to it. That only gave you further incentive to mess with him.

He stood from the seat, towering over you as he approached. You took a step back, however, keeping the book outstretched the other way. There was no way you were giving up that easily. Shaking his head, he pressed his tongue against the inside his cheek, irritated. He looked so hot. You were delighted at the sight. "You just don't know when to quit, do you?"

"Nope." You flipped over another page, seeing a detailed drawing of a bee and another of a water lilly. Nothing particularly damning yet.

"Why are you always trying to rile me up?" He made a quick move for the book again, but you're quicker, spinning around him and putting it behind your back.

Because it turns me on.

Nope, can't say that, that'd freak him out.

"Cause it's fun," you admitted cheekily. "I rarely get a reaction out of you typically."

"Is this the reaction you're wanting?" He took another step forward, and you take another step back. His eyes were lidded and jaw clenched, irritation prominent in his expression. You're half tempted to run into the woods with the book just to see what secrets he had hidden in it.

"Almost."

"Almost?" he questioned. He glared at you, cocking his head to the side as he studied your mischievous, satisfied expression. "What is it you're wanting?"

Oh, only for you to fuck me where I stand, no biggie.

"Just a bit of fun, clearly. You look like you're about to blow a fuse. There must be something awfully interesting in this book for you to be so territorial over it," you snickered, taking a few more steps back to distance yourself from him and flipping through another page. "I mean, come and get it, if you can."

That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back, though, because suddenly you hear a very low, very deep: "That's it."

You acted on instinct as you see him lunge towards you, your feet carrying you away without you having to even think about it. Jungkook's hand swiped for you as you dodged, and you were distancing yourself a few feet per second as you dashed away and out of the backyard. Your heart rate skyrocketed as you snapped the journal shut, clutching it to your body as you sprinted into the trees. You're practically flying across the pre-made path, illuminated well enough now by the moonlight over head.

You didn't think it would go this far. You should've given him the journal at that moment, but you acted on instinct, fight or flight mode controlling your every whim as you dove headfirst into the wooded area surrounding the cabin. You stayed along the path, only able to hear your feet beating against the ground and your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Maybe you were overreacting, but the look in his eyes as he jumped towards you said one thing: Run.

You looked behind, certain you had been quick enough to lost him, but you see his shadowy form gaining on you. And fast.

Fuck!

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

You shrieked, making a sharp right off the trail and through the trees. You couldn't even remember the last time you had been chased. It must've been when you were a kid at summer camp. This was nothing like those games of tag, however. The fear coursing through your veins, the danger that was approaching from behind, all of it had given you a surge of adrenaline you had never encountered before.

Your breathing was quick as you dodged branches and swerved between the trunks. Luckily it wasn't autumn, otherwise the crunch of the dead leaves beneath your feet would give away your location. Then again, you had no clue where Jungkook had went either.

You didn't think Jungkook would hurt you. No, you knew he wouldn't.

But you didn't know what he was going to do when he caught you, either. And with how fast he clearly was, it seemed like an inevitability.

You internally cursed, spinning around one of the trees and pressing yourself against the bark, breathing through your nose and trying to make as little noise as possible. Fuck, you couldn't even see the trail or the cabin any more. How deep had you gotten? What if you weren't able to find your way back at this rate?

Panicked, you look around, your eyes now adjusting to the darkness. You're able to take a few slower, deeper breaths, relieved you had lost him.

But the relief didn't last long.

A large hand slammed against the bark next to you, Jungkook popping out from around the trunk. His eyes looked like one of a beast's, dark and ominous as he narrowed in on you. You screamed, ducking beneath and around the other side, barreling further into the dense forest. How had he caught up to you so fast? Why was he so determined?

Your shallow, fast breaths were getting louder now as you pumped your body for all you had, using all of your strength to get away as quickly as possible. You weren't going to make the mistake of looking back again— you knew he was right behind you.

And suddenly you felt arms caging in around your waist, Jungkook's catching you and yanking you to him, sending you both straight to the ground as his body weight crushed yours. The ground bit at your skin, all the breath being pushed out of your lungs as he fell on top of you, the crash chaotic and no doubt leaving bruises from where you landedp. The book flew out of your hands as both of you tumbled down. You scrambled trying to get out from under him, arm outstretched and fingers spread as you try and reach for the book which was just a few inches away, when his larger one engulfs your wrist, twisting you around and manhandling you to flip you on your back.

You had fantasized about Jungkook on top of you many times before, but never quite like this.

He grabbed your other wrist and pinned it down next to your head, shackling you to the forest floor and forcing you to look up at him. You were able to see far too clearly with your eyes adjusted to the night, the moonlight showing the rage on his beautiful face. He was breathing heavily from the exertion of the chase, chest heaving up and down beneath his hoodie as he glared down at you, a wild look in his eyes. His nostrils flared, mouth parted as he took in greedy gasps of air, his face closer to yours than you were used to. You tried to reach a foot up to kick him in the chest, but he dodged, trapping your thighs between his own. You struggled, pushing your hands up to try and twist out of his iron-clad grip, but he remained firm.

There was another spike of fear that ran through you as you realized he wasn't going to let you go.

Fuck, what had you gotten yourself into?

You were in the belly of the beast, trapped with no hope of escape. You tried and twisted some more, and his grip tightened, keeping you glued to the ground with him practically sitting on top of you. He wasn't even looking for the notebook anymore, all of his attention focused solely on you.

He continued to breathe hard, now deeper as you were both finally at a standstill. "Caught you..." he panted, still trying to catch his breath.

You clenched and unclenched your fists, frustrated with how you were helpless beneath him, now unable to fight back. Offering a weak smile, you tried to catch your own breath. "J-Jungkook..." You hadn't meant for the word to come out so airy, almost like a moan. A plea. "You can have the book back... It's right there."

"I don't want it anymore," he snarled.

You gulped, squirming in his hold, something you could no longer hide given your predicament. "O-Oh," you said shakily, trying to offer a laugh. "Let's... Let's talk?"

"Yeah, let's talk," he sneered, with no intention of letting you out from under him. No doubt you'd try and run away again. You'd probably climb over the mountain if it meant escape. "Why're you always testing me, huh? Trying to get under my skin, irritate me. I've tried so hard with you, tried to be patient, but you just don't know when to quit, do you?"

This time you didn't respond, unable to answer his questions. You weren't sure this was exactly the moment for honesty.

"Thought you wanted to talk, sweetheart."

Fuck, that made your heart flutter despite the situation. You look to the side, anywhere but Jungkook, and instead to the leaves and trees overhead above him. "I-I just like annoying you, that's all."

"That's all, huh?" His fingers flexed around your wrists. "It's almost like you like seeing me angry."

You squirmed again, closing your eyes as you try to kick beneath him, heels digging into the ground as you try to push him off. His body weight didn't give you much wiggle room, though and your weak attempts don't go unnoticed by him. You felt so embarrassed, so small and vulnerable beneath his scrutinizing gaze. You turned your head to the side, wanting to shrink away form his hard stare. He didn't let up, however.

"Nuh uh," he hissed, stretching your arms above your head and trapping both wrists in one hand now. Unfortunately you didn't have enough strength to weasel out of the one. All that time you had spent thirsting over his gym photos, and now it was all being used against you. He roughly gripped your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as he turned your face from the side and back at him. "Look at me."

Hesitantly, you peeked back up at him, the angry expression you had worked so hard for now glowering down at you.

"Just..." You whimpered, biting your lip with shame. "Just wanted your attention."

The fingers around your face seemed to twitch at that, and his eyes flashed with something you don't recognize. Perhaps surprise? His grip on your wrists tightened, stretching your arms out more to make you squirm with discomfort. "Is that it?" You heard a low, ominous chuckle. "Well congratulations, sweetheart. You finally got it."

Before you could wail out your deepest apologies and beg for his forgiveness, he's tilting your chin up further, craning your neck, and kissing you.

Your eyes widened as you feel the lips you had dreamed of for so long on yours, his tongue delving into your mouth and gliding against yours with ease. He completely dominated you, hand on your jaw now sliding down the column of your throat, feeling every gasp and moan that travelled through it as he took you completely. He lightly squeezed, as though reminding you to behave. He pressed his lips harder against yours, not letting you escape, forcing you to feel every part of him you had been so desperate for. Your head felt like it was spinning, fists furling and unfurling as you finally shut your eyes and tried to kiss him back, tried to keep up and have your body process this faster than your brain could. You were in complete disbelief this was happening. Was this real? Were you actually back home at the cabin, having another sick, twisted wet dream about Jungkook?

It was better than any of your dreams or fantasies could have predicted. The way Jungkook's mouth moved against yours, the secure hold against your neck and bound wrists, the subtle grind he made against you, nothing could compare. It felt better than you had ever hoped, and far, far filthier than you had ever dreamed.

Jungkook finally pulled back, breathless one again, lips now glistening in the moonlight as he stared down at you. You were panting as well, staring up at him with wonder at what he'd done, and what he'd do next. Did he regret it? Did he suddenly come to his senses? Realize it was you he was actually kissing in the middle of the wilderness?

His eyes scoured your flushed expression, traveling down to where your chest sunk and rose with each breath, and your thighs trapped between his. Biting his lip, he lifted to his knees, hands still firmly pinning you down as he shoved a knee between your legs, nudging them apart. "Spread 'em."

Shocked, you did as you're told, slowly opening your legs to his prying eyes, humiliation coursing through your veins. You had gone outside in your pajamas, just some sleep shorts and a tank top, and there wasn't much modesty you could provide.

Jungkook seemed satisfied with the sight, however, moving his other knee between yours as well as he looked down at the tiny shorts that barely covered you now. "Fuck..." He let go of your neck, his grip loosening as he lightly touched the skin available to him, tracing down over your tank top, between your breasts and past your stomach, stopping just above the hemline of your shorts. He's transfixed, eyes drinking in all they could in the dim light. He locked gazes with you again, hard gaze refusing to let you look away. "Do you want me to touch you? Or do you want me to let you go and run away again?"

You gulped, thighs twitching at the thought of either.

"I need an answer, Y/N."

"I-I—" Curse your infernal stammering. You swallowed the saliva that pooled in your throat, trying to collect yourself. "Please... touch me."

Jungkook grunted in response, grabbing onto the waistband of your shorts and roughly tugging them down your legs, revealing a cute pair of pink panties for him to rip apart. He doesn't admire them too long, quickly yanking them down as well to store in the pocket of his shorts. He uses the free hand to roughly pin one of your knees against the ground, keeping you spread for him with no where to hide, your glistening folds shining even in the darkness.

"Fuck, you really like seeing me mad, don't you?" he said under his breath, fingers lightly trailing up from your knee and up your inner thigh. You squirmed under his gaze, flustered and embarrassed at how exposed you were as he continued to unapologetically stare at you, eyes reveling at your bare sex. "Just wanted me to pin you down and fuck you every time you annoyed me, is that it?"

"Y...Yes..." you quietly admitted, hips slightly bucking to try and get his hand closer, to no avail. He pushed against your hip to keep you against the ground, thumb inching closer to where you wanted, rubbing slow circles against the inside of your hip. "Please don't tease."

His nostrils flared at that. "Tease? Like how you tease me all the time? Acting like a little slut just for my attention?"

His hand came down to slap against your wet folds, making your hips jump at the delicious sting. You accidentally let out a moan before you could stop yourself, his hand coming back down to rub against your sex and soothe the pain, traveling between your wet folds and admiring the slick that collected on them.

"Fuck, Jungkook!" You whimpered out the words, tears springing in your eyes.

"God, you're something else..." Jungkook said quietly, as though it were to himself. He let his digits dance against you, teasing around your entrance and clit but never giving you enough. "Every time you'd come begging for my attention, pissing me off, I had to walk away. Because I knew this would happen. Knew I'd just lose it and have to fuck the attitude out of you then and there."

He slipped a finger in and you mewled, pushing further against the hand that bound your wrists together. You weren't able to lift them even a centimeter from the ground. You wanted to reach up and touch him, curl your fingers into his hair and tug, wrap your hands around his forearm and feel the how the tendons worked as he curled his digits inside of you. You dug your heels into the ground, savoring the feeling of Jungkook's finger curling in you repeatedly, the sound of your wetness filling the night air.

"You're so wet for me, took it so easily..." He slipped another digit in, watching you keen as you tried to buck your hips again and greedily swallow him in deeper. "Couldn't just ask me out like a normal person, huh? Had to act like we were still on the playground, just irritate me for fun."

"It worked, didn't it?" you questioned, whimpering as the digits aimed at your g-spot, digging deep into your pressure point, his palm pressed against your mound and grinding against you.

He couldn't help but smile at that. "It did, didn't it?" His hand started moving faster, harder, as though to drive further emphasis to your question. "And now you're going to have to face the consequences."

You felt pressure building up in your abdomen, moaning as Jungkook jackhammered his fingers into you, his thrusts hard and precise. You weren't even able to bring yourself to orgasm this fast, but with Jungkook it seemed like it was about to happen any minute.

Jungkook hovered over you, his face close as he finally let go of your wrists, slapping his palm against your mouth the dull your screams. "Shh, not so loud, sweetheart," he cooed patronizingly, a wicked grin on his face as he saw you struggle and whine, a third finger slipping inside, giving you a delicious burn from the stretch of the girthy digits. "Don't want to wake anyone with those slutty sounds, yeah? Those are all for me."

You were finally able to do as you wished with your hands, both wrapping around his forearm as you felt the muscles move and flex with every curl of his fingers, veins bulging beneath as he worked to get you to the finish line. You couldn't help but let your nails scratch along him a bit, overwhelmed with the onslaught of pleasure he brought. The sound of his palm repeatedly slapping against your wet sex was embarrassingly loud, and the movement of his fingers revealed how into this you were.

"Ah..." Your moan was muffled beneath his palm, but he undoubtedly felt the vibrations against his skin.

"You close? Gonna cum on my fingers already?" His smile was near sadistic as he watched you struggle beneath him. "C'mon, let go for me. So fucking desperate for it."

His thumb came up to dig against your clit, swiping against you as he fingered you to an orgasm. Your toes curled and your thighs quaked, your moan muffled through Jungkook's palm as you arched against the forest floor, bliss overtaking you. Jungkook watched your expression intently, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched you unravel underneath him, eyes crossed and face flushed as you took what he gave you.

He slowed the pumping of his fingers, pulling them out and rubbing the digits against your clit again. You hated the feeling of being empty again, hips rising for his touch so he'd sink further into you again. Jungkook tsked, offering two more sharp slaps to your cunt to quell your disobedience. "I think you're all warmed up for me now."

He took his hand away from your face, shoving the waistband of his gym shorts and boxers down so his erection could spring free. Grabbing your hair, he forced your head to look down at his cock.

"Take a look, sweetheart. It's the dick you wanted so badly."

He gives your cunt one final, harsh smack before he's roughly shoving your legs apart again, knees glued to the grass beneath as he shuffles closer to you, his cock lying against your bare sex. You tried to gyrate against him, feel him harder against you, wondering if the orgasm he gave you would be enough for you to fit all of that inside. He was just as big as you had hoped and girthier than the three fingers that had already stretched you out so well.

Taking his cock in his hand, he slapped it against your pussy, teasing you further, letting you feel the heavy length that threatened to destroy you. He laughed when he saw the tears of frustration shine at the corner of your eyes. You tried to reach for him again, grab his cock and force it in you in one go, but he grabbed your wrists again, pinning them above you much like before. His face was inches from your own now, cocky and smug expression gleefully mocking your tearful, impatient one. "Are you gonna cry?" he questioned with a pout, sliding the cock head along your folds and teasing it against your entrance before bringing it back up to your clit, rubbing harshly to see your legs shake again. "Poor baby."

"Jungkook please just—" you sniffled, straining against his grasp. "C'mon, put it in, please?"

"Why should I, sweetheart, when you've been nothing but a bitchy little brat?" He emphasized his words with a few more harsh slaps, letting go of his cock to smack his palm against your wet folds, enjoying the way your hips jumped up against the ground, as though chasing his touch. He sneered as you sobbed, lower lip trembling. "What makes you think you deserve it?"

"Want it so bad. Worked so hard for it," you cried, lips trembling.

"Yeah?" He took his cock again, lightly pushing it against your entrance only a few centimeters, but still refusing to dive inside. "Gonna stop annoying me all the time? Trying to rile me up? Gonna be a good slut from now on?"

You nodded quickly. "Yes! Yes, I promise!"

He slowly shook his head, tongue digging into his cheek, tsking with disbelief. "Fucking liar."

With that he slowly pushed into you, watching your lips part into an 'o' and he sunk inch by inch into your wet heat, stretching you completely. You couldn't help the moans that escaped you, feeling him go deeper than you had ever experienced before, digging in and pressing against your cervix, right against your lower belly.

"Fuuuuck that's it." He emanated a dark growl from his chest, watching himself sink further into you. "Take it all. That's a good slut."

He finally stopped when his hips are flush with your ass, making you feel everything he had to offer. You felt so full. Never had you been filled so completely before, and the fact that it was Jeon Jungkook was almost enough to make you come undone all over again.

"Fuck, what a good pussy." He let go of your wrists, hands gripping beneath your knees and folding you in half as he pulled his hips back, giving shallow thrusts as he felt you take him. "So good for me sweetheart, shit. Look at you. So fucking pretty. Feel so fucking good for me. 'Course a brat like you gets this wet, fuck."

"You.. You..." You struggled to articulate words, gasping them out as you felt him drive into you, his thrusts getting longer and deeper as he pulled his hips back more, shoving his cock inside you harder to bury himself further into you. "You feel amazing."

He chuckled lowly, stooping over and connecting your lips once again, the kiss messy as he continued barreling his cock as deep inside as he could. "Yeah?" he breathed against you, the wet kissing sounds rivaling the sound of skin slapping against skin, and your wet pussy eagerly trying to swallow me deeper. "Live up to those— fuck— those dirty fantasies of yours, sweetheart?"

"Mmm," you moaned, nails clawing at his hoodie to pull him deeper. "Better."

He laughed at that, mouth fully taking over your own, forcing you to taste him as he reached one hand up to your throat, squeezing to choke you in a way that left you lightheaded. "You're better too, baby," he assured. "Never imagined you'd be this much of a slut for me."

You whimpered against his lips, grinding against him with every thrust, greedily swallowing each kiss and praying this moment would never end. You wanted to be glued against this forest floor with Jungkook forever, with only the trees and night air to hide you both. You tugged at his hoodie, bringing it up, letting your hands freely glide along the chiseled abs you had been obsessed over for years.

He rose, tugging it off quickly before diving back into you, not wasting a second to put his hand back on your throat and his lips back against yours. He wasn't letting you breathe for a second, wanting you lightheaded and dumb on his cock. It was as though he couldn't get enough of you, swallowing every moan and grinding his pelvis against your clit, eager to make you cum again.

"You feel so fucking good baby," he groaned, tugging your tank top up and over your tits, kneading at the flesh beneath his fingers before leaning back and landing another slap on your clit. You squealed, your legs nearly kicking as he brought his thumb down to your clit, rubbing hard circles. "C'mon, give me another. Be a good slut for me, c'mon. Cum on the dick you wanted so bad."

He drove you to the edge, making you cum so hard you practically see stars, your body trembling like a leaf as he pounded against you, stimulating every part of you. He leaned back down to swallow your cry, groaning against your mouth as he felt you clench and shake around him, your pitiful cries only driving him harder, faster against you. Unrelenting, like the punishment this was originally meant to be.

"Good girl," he moaned, head burying into your neck to littler kisses all over it, harsh sucks and nibbles to mark you along with the scrapes and bruises you undoubtedly acquired when he tackled you before. "Good f-fuuucking girl."

You buried your hands in his hair, curling your digits between the strands and tugging as he dug his hips against yours, cock nestled in as deep as it could go as he ground his hips against yours, pelvis practically glued against your clit. He pressed himself as closely as he could to you, and you hugged him closer, embracing the feeling of his smooth, bare skin beneath your finger tips. You felt so sensitive from the constant stimulation, tears springing to life again. He noticed, giving a small peck at the corner of one of your eyes.

"Sensitive baby? Need me to stop?"

"No," you tugged him closer, not wanting it to end. "Don't stop."

He laughed, melting into you, one arm still holding himself up above you by the elbow. He pressed his other hand down against your abdomen, "Want another then?"

You squirmed at the thought, and your reaction only made him more determined, pushing further against you and grinding as deep as he could go, feeling himself move inside of you. The tip of his cock pressed against your g-spot, refusing to give you a break as he ground against it, the bulge below your belly button showing exactly how deep he was inside you.

"You're so cute when you cry." He kissed the other tearful corner. "Come on, one more with me. You were so desperate for it earlier. Need to fucking ruin you like the brat you are, c'mon."

He pulled his hips back, heavy thrusts returning as you're forced to take what he gives, feeling the bulge protruding from your lower tummy against the palm of his hand. He kissed you messily again, his tongue casually dominating and sliding against yours smoothly and effortlessly, as though he had been kissing you for years. Like putting you in your place was simply second nature to him. You mewled into his mouth, his thrusts becoming quicker and sloppier as he got closer to finishing. His hand slid down your stomach and back to your clit, and he grinned against your lips as you squealed.

"Fucking pathetic. Desperate for this dick and can't even take it," he teased, panting against your mouth. "Giving up? Little pussy can't take it?"

"I can- I can take it."

"Yeah? You gonna cum on this dick again, sweetheart?" He looked at your fucked out expression, the concentration in your eyes as you look up at him pleadingly. "Cum for me now and maybe I'll fuck you again, how's that sound? Show me you deserve it."

You raked your nails down his bare back, feeling your third orgasm of the night overtake you. Jungkook can feel it, too, his digits on your sex getting as sloppy as his thrusts, trying to milk it out of you.

"C'mon c'mon c'mon, fuuuuck yes take it. Good fucking girl— fuck—" He felt you cum on his cock, thighs trembling, moan ringing out through the night, and it's enough to undo him. He pulled out, stroking himself and biting his lip as he came all over your twitching pussy, letting out a deep, gravelly moan at the sight of you covered in him.

He collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you, as both of you caught your breaths, basking in the afterglow of what you had just done.

You held Jungkook in an embrace, feeling his heart rate slow as the minutes pass, his dick softening against your thigh, and the sudden awareness that the two of you were basically naked upon grass in the middle of the woods. The blades tickled at your sweaty back, but you didn't care, absentmindedly combing through Jungkook's hair. While your post-nut clarity was currently fantastic, you were unsure if he was having second thoughts.

Jungkook nuzzled his nose against you, buried in the crook of your neck as he took in a deep breath. Hiding his face from you, he grumbled the words into your skin. "Open the sketchbook."

Right. The sketchbook. The whole reason you had gotten into this predicament in the first place. The reason he had chased you down into the depths of the forest. You looked back to where you had dropped it, and Jungkook sat up and reached for it on your behalf, grabbing it and handing it to you.

You stared at him, confused for a moment. "I don't need to see it, really. You have your right to privacy. I shouldn't have taken it from you. It was a dick move. I was just trying to annoy you."

He laughed a little. "I know. Just open it."

You did as you were told, opening it up and thumbing through the pages. They were the same ones you had seen before. Some anime sketches, some doodles, some wildlife. It wasn't until you got to the final page he had drawn on. It was you. It wasn't finished yet, but it was undeniably a light sketch of you. You blinked, processing it, staring at the page and tracing your fingers lightly over the pencil strokes. Before what had just happened, happened, Jeon Jungkook was sketching you in his journal.

Jungkook let out a breath, as though he had been holding it the entire time you were flipping through the pages. "That's why I was so embarrassed. I didn't... I couldn't sleep. Couldn't get your face out of my head."

You locked eyes, yours wide, almost with disbelief. "Really?" You feel like all of the air had been knocked out of your lungs yet again.

"Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck, as though nervous. "It's not done yet, or anything, but—"

"I love it," you blurted out, grabbing him and kissing him, pressing your lips firmly against his so there'd be no doubt. "Can I keep it?"

He chuckled. "Maybe when it's done. I've got no use for it now with the real thing."

You both share a smile at that, and you reached for the discarded clothes that had been strewn about, no doubt with dirt and grass stains now. "How far did we wander off? I really hope we didn't get lost."

"Nah, I remember the way back. C'mon." He pulled your shorts back up your legs, put back on his hoodie, and grabbed your hand, leading you back towards the cabin. You couldn't believe you were actually holding his hand, his large one engulfing your own, and you could feel how steady his heartbeat was through his palm. True to his words, you made it back home, and surprisingly he ended up falling into bed with you, though purely to sleep. And perhaps not to wake Taehyung.

He never gave you back your panties, though.

—

"All right, everyone, let's get a move on! We've got an 8 hour car ride ahead of us and that's not even including the bathroom breaks I know Taehyung will need!" Yeri shouted, shoving her final bag into the trunk before slamming it shut.

"Excuse you, bitch. Everyone needs those bathroom breaks," Taehyung grumbled, yanking at the back door of the Sedan.

The side door to the back seats slid open, and you climb in to same seat you had been in on the way there. Instead of Jimin, though, the person who came to join you was Jungkook, offering a small smile as he approached. "Mind if I sit here?"

"Yes," you said, but yank your duffel to the floor so the seat was clear. "Sure a muscle pig like you can squeeze in here?"

"I have a talent for squeezing into tight spaces."

You blushed at that, causing Jungkook to laugh at your embarrassment, sitting down next to you. He reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers and making your heart practically leap from your chest.

"Look at you, making the quips for once." You couldn't seem to wipe the grin of your face, and you knew before the end of the ride your cheeks were going to hurt from smiling so much. "Uno reverso, huh?"

"It's about time I did the chasing from now on," he grinned back, squeezing your hand.

Jimin sat down in the middle seat next to Taehyung, confused as to why Jungkook stole his seat. He turned to Taehyung, puzzled. "What happened with them?" he mouthed.

"I don't even know man. Whatever it is, it's about damn time."

[jiminsafairy]

hit pause - jungkook (roomate!jungkook, cockwarming, fwb?)

summary: you should already know that movie night with your roommate jungkook always ends up turning into something more

pairing: roomate!Jungkook × reader

wc: ~ 1.8k

warnings: pwp, cockwarming, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, tit play.. free use? if you squint?

notes: this was requested! as always, English is not my first language! so excuse any mistakes

“Wanna watch something?” you ask, standing in the kitchen with a half-finished drink in your hand.

“Yeah. Pick whatever," your roommate Jungkook says from the living room. 

He's already on the couch, with his legs spread open and one arm thrown over the backrest. And in classic Jungkook fashion, he’s not wearing any shirt. His chiselled chest is on full display for the enjoyment of your eyes.

You walk over with the cup still in your hand. “Are you sitting in the middle?”

He nods. “And you’re sitting here” he says, patting his lap.

You raise a brow. “On your dick?”

“Yep.” he states, not even blinking. “Keep me warm while we watch the movie.”

You roll your eyes but you’re already setting your drink down on the coffee table and getting close to him. “So needy.”

“For you, pretty? Always” he laughs, tugging his sweatpants down just enough to free his half-hard cock. “Also, is that my shirt?” He grabs his cock and strokes it, but his eyes never leave you.

“It’s comfy” you excuse yourself.

“Mmmh.” He strokes himself lazily. “It looks better on you either way. Off with the shorts tho.”

You shimmy your shorts down and step out of them, taking your panties with them, naked now under the oversized tee. The fabric barely covers your ass.

“That’s better,” he mutters.

You turn around with your back facing him, and climb into his lap.“ Wait. Let me prep you.”

Jungkook’s fingers slide between your legs, stroking your clit with slow, practiced circles. You bite your lip, already arching into his touch.

“You’re wet,” he mutters, pushing two fingers into you without warning. You gasp, grabbing his wrist as he fucks you open.

“Almost there,” he says. “Then I’m putting my cock in this tight pussy.”

Your head falls back on his shoulder. He pumps his fingers faster, thumb flicking your clit until your hips jerk. His fingers work you fast, getting you wet and ready.

“Good?” he asks against your ear.

You nod quickly. “Yeah. Good.”

He pulls his hand back. You reach for his cock, lining him up against your pussy. “Fuck,” he mutters when he bottoms up.

You hum, reaching for the remote and pressing play. The screen lights up, some Avenger movie you have watched like a million times before, and you settle into him.

Jungkook’s hands go under your shirt and grab your tits, and you barely flinch because you know how much he loves your breasts. His thumbs brush against your nipples and you clench around his cock.

“Mmh, that feels good,” you mumble, head tilting back slightly, still looking at the screen.

“Yeah?” he answers softly, pinching your nipple. “Mmmh. Watch, Tony Stark is going to catch that guy playing Galaga ” he says, looking at the screen.

He keeps playing with your nipples. You stay quiet, and let him keep going. You try to pay attention to the movie, you really do, but when you feel his hips slowly move against yours you know what comes next.  “I thought we were watching the movie,” you say, not even trying to sound annoyed.

He laughs under his breath, still toying with your nipple. “We were,” he says, giving your tits another squeeze. “But then your tits got in the way. You expect me to focus with these in my hands?” He presses his hips up a little harder, making you gasp.

“You can pause it. We’ll finish it later.” He adds, peppering kisses over your shoulder.

You grab the remote and hit pause, and go back to lean against his chest again.. Your (his) shirt is now pushed up and bunched under your arms.

“Fuck…” he mutters close to your ear,“Your pussy feels so good.”

You press your back harder to his chest and let him fuck up into you while you sink down. “Mmm yeah… don’t stop.” You whisper.

“Trust me, pretty, stopping is not in my plans,” he says. You don’t see his face, but can almost hear the smile on his face. He gives you a deep thrust.

His right hand leaves your tit and goes south. You feel his fingers against your clit, caressing it with light pressure at first, but soon he starts rubbing harder.

“Shit,” you whimper, hips twitching. “Just like that, fuck!”

He keeps with his rhythm. His thick cock drags inside you, hitting that stop that makes you feel so good. Mixed with his hand rubbing your clit, you know your climax is near.

“Feels good?” he says, a little out of breath now.

“Mmmm…so good. F-fuck, Jungkook. I’m close.”

“I got you, pretty” he says, kissing the side of your neck. “Just let go.”

His finger gets rougher against your clit and his cock keeps slamming hard your insides until you cannot hold it anymore. You cum with your mouth half open, and your eyes shut between cries of pleasure. He doesn’t stop right away, letting you clench around him.

“Good girl,” he whispers after a second.

You’re still pulsing around him, your thighs twitching. He remains quiet for a moment, but then he shifts under you, and his hips pull back just a bit, and then he slams against you again, harder and faster this time. His cock, sleek with your juices, slides in and out easily.

“Shit,” he breathes out. “Do you feel that? How are you squeezing me?”

“Mhm. Keep going.” And you can bet he does.

He groans behind you, and his forehead drops to your shoulder. Putting one arm around your waist he holds you in place. His other hand is still on your tit, but he’s not playing with your nipples anymore, too focused on his own pleasure.

“Fuck… where?” he asks, you feel the neediness in his voice. “Tell me.”

You swallow, still fucked-out. “Inside.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Fill me up.” And that is what he needed to send him over the edge.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck! Pretty, I’m gonna cum.”

Thrusting one last time, he spills into you, painting your walls white and his cock buried all the way inside. His head drops against your shoulder and lets out a laugh. His arm stays around your waist and neither of you move.

After a few quiet seconds, he blinks at the screen. “so… we are watching or what?”

You hum, half-gone. “Play it.”

He grabs the remote, cock still inside you, cum still dripping warm between your thighs.

His hands are back to your tits, his fingers brushing your nipples. “mmm these tits..I love them. Ditch the shirt,” he says, tugging at the fabric bunched around your ribs. “What’s the point if it’s already up here?”

His hand slides under it again.  “Just wanna feel you properly.”

You sigh, amused, but lift your arms anyway. He helps you pull the shirt off..  “There we go,” he says, both hands going right back to your chest, like he never left. “Much better. Fuck. Pretty, you’re so fucking soft,” he mutters, almost to himself. “I swear to God I could stay like this all day.”

You lean back into him with a little hum, skin to skin now.  His cock stays inside you, and you feel it twitching every so often. You shift a little, trying to get more comfortable. Your thighs are sticky, but you don’t really care.

He hums behind you, mouth at your neck. “You good?”

You nod, eyes on the screen. “Yep.”

Twenty minutes pass, maybe more. You’re zoned out, barely following the movie when you feel it. A light twitch, followed by another, and you know that his cock is starting to get hard again inside you. 

You glance back over your shoulder, smirking. “Seriously?”

He doesn’t even look at you. Shrugging, his eyes never leave the screen “Mmmh. It’s because of Black Widow. She’s hot.” You roll your eyes, but your hips already start moving.

You feel him swelling, thickening more with every soft little shift of your hips. Your pussy’s still slick. His hand slides down to your waist again and starts rocking up his hips.

Jungkook’s cock drags out slowly, slides back in even slower but this time hitting a different spot inside you. You cannot control the moans.

“That good?”

You nod, eyes still on the screen. “Fuck. Yes. Don’t stop.”

He thrust up again, making you moan even louder. Fucking into you with slow but hard thrusts, the movie still going in the background. Moaning softly, you tilt your head back, and his mouth finds your neck. His warm lips place a few kisses on your skin. 

“Mmm… Go a bit harder.” Not saying anything, Jungkook shifts under you and grips your waist a bit tighter, thrusting again.  You exhale and your hips rock back against his. “Fuck…” you mumble, barely loud enough to hear over the movie.

His cock presses deep, fills you all the way up, and then pulls out just enough to do it again, hitting that sweet spot.

“Shit. Don’t stop, don’t stop! ”

He groans behind you, teeth grazing your neck again. “Yeah? Right there?”

You nod fast. “Fuck, yes. Feels so good.”

You clamp down around him so tight he swears. “Fuck… you’re so fucking tight. Shit.”

“Can I - fuck…” he starts, “Can I cum inside again?”

Not being able to speak, you just let a soft moan out, nodding.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna fill you. Fuck!” And he does, warmth spreading between your legs all over again. His arms wrap tight around your waist while both of you reach your climax.

You just melt into him, letting him fill you. For a moment both of you stay quiet, just your heavy breathings can be heard. His cum is dripping out of you again, making your thighs sticky, but honestly you couldn't care less. 

Jungkook lets out a laugh “God. We’re disgusting.”

You grin, eyes barely open. “Yeah. Whatever.”

A few seconds pass. The movie’s still playing in the background, long past the point where either of you left off. You glance at the screen, squinting. “We missed, like, twenty minutes.”

He groans, grabs the remote from where it’s wedged between the couch cushions, and starts skipping back. “Ugh. Worth it.”

“You’re leaking all over me,” he mutters when his cum leaks onto his thighs.

“Your fault,” you murmur, head tilted against his. “You’re the one that couldn’t help himself.”

“Help me clean up?”

 “Let’s stay like this a bit longer.”

You snort. “You just don’t wanna pull out.”

“Exactly,” he grins, shameless. “It feels too good like this.”

You roll your eyes, but you don’t argue. His cock is still buried inside you, softening slowly. You feel his cum warm between your thighs, his hands cupping your tits again, his chest against your back, and there’s something weirdly comforting about it.

“Besides,” he adds, kissing your shoulder and giving your tits a soft squeeze, “if we wait a little… It'll probably be hard again.”

You huff out a laugh, leaning back into him, knowing a round 3 is just around the corner.