I wish Americans fucked with more foreign music. You donāt have to know the language to appreciate a good record. Folks in other countries listen to our music and donāt speak a lick of english. Music needs no translator
You can try Radiooooo.com - The Musical Time Machine!!
choose a country, pick a decade, and GO!!
youāll get an endless streaming of songs (ad free!).
I personally found myself loving 1970s Ghana, Senegal and Cote dāIvoire! Also 1920s and 1970s Japan for sure! Cambodian music: spectacular. Love Armenia and Mali as well. Iāve been told 70s Germany is weird and 30s Algeria is cool but I havenāt gotten around to those yet. Italyās 1960s is bomb ofc but Iām biased ;)
genre: beach town au / fluff, angst, eventual smut
word count: 1,755
description: You thought that it was just going to be be a normal vacation to the beach. Seven days of hanging out with your parents before moving away for grad school. It was supposed to be that simple. However, when you meet a local boy that wants to show you how life is lived by the water, you don't realize just how quickly you can be dragged under.
note: Hello, everyone. Itās been a very long time since Iāve posted anything writing related on this account, but getting back into things that made me happy has really been helping me. I know it says multi parts and this is just a preview, and Iām not the most reliable person ever lol. But I just want to put some creativity back into the world, and this is a story I wanted to write years ago that is just now coming to fruition. Thanks for all the support!
Day 01: Sand Dollar Budget
Day 02: Shark Teeth Over Seashells
Day 03: Jason's Woods
Day 04: Legend of the Lighthouse
Day 05: New Moon
Day 06: Lightning in a Bottle
Day 07: Lost at Sea
āAre you gonna stay underneath that umbrella the entire time?ā
Your jaw clenched, toes nestling themselves further into the sand, as if that would somehow anchor you in place. The constant crash of the waves in front of you had induced an almost trance-like state, so the sound of your motherās voice had thrown you off completely.
āYou know I donāt like the sun,ā You responded, turning to face your parents who were just a few feet away, relaxing in their lawn chairs. āItās hot, and I enjoy the ocean a lot more when I donāt have to squint while looking at it.ā
āItās called sunglasses.ā Your mom tapped her face, showing off the simple fix to your complaint. āAnd the sun kind of comes with the territory of being in Florida, dear.ā
āYeah, yeah,ā You mumbled.
āGo in the water then. You havenāt been in all day. Youāre gonna waste your whole time here.ā
You sighed heavily. Wasnāt the point of vacation to spend it in whatever way you found pleasurable? And if for you that was relaxing beneath the shade, what was so wrong with that? Plusā¦ your fear of the ocean and all of its infinite surprises lurking beneath might also possibly be a factor. You were from a landlocked state, after all. Did she forget that your closest interaction with the ocean until now was through pictures?
Though, when you really thought about it, maybe being dragged away by some possible sea creature with sharp teeth would save you from the pit of anxiety you had been drowning in for some time now.
Colorado to California.
In just two weeks you were going to be moving states away from all you had ever known. No friends, family or even acquaintances waiting for you on the other side. Of course, you knew you should be grateful for this opportunity. It was a prestigious program that was tough to get into. But regardless of understanding your lucky position, it didnāt change the festering fear clouding your head. Fear that was apparently so strong, it was actually driving you into thinking a shark attack might be ideal.
Only dramatics of course, because your next move was standing up to proclaim, āFine, Iāll be at the pool.ā
āNot what I meant, but better than nothing.ā You couldnāt see your motherās eyes, but you knew they were rolling into the back of her head.
You fought your way up the sandy hills. Each step having your feet slipping beneath the grains. And after a lifetime of this you finally made it to the wooden dock that led from the private beach to the beach house you were staying at for the next seven days.
It was a beautiful sage-green house that stood on top of wooden stilts, and an outside staircase that brought you up to the front door. It was only one of many that stood in an endless line down the beach front as far as the eye could see in either direction.
You got interrupted in your admiration of the different houses as you did an awkward run across the blazing hot wooden path. Definitely shouldāve grabbed your flip-flops, you thought to yourself.
āOw, ow, fuckinā motherfuck,ā You whispered as you finally landed back on a patch of grass on the other side of wooden planks. You breathed a sigh of relief as you dug your feet into the cool dirt before walking towards the back of the collection of beach houses, where a community pool was.
Most of these houses were owned by snowbirds who only lived in Florida during the fall and winter when the northern states became too cold. This left hundreds of houses all over the south of the state open to people from everywhere in the country to have a little week of ocean paradise.
Paradise.
That is what you needed to treat this trip like. No worries about moving and having to start over. Just being here in this moment for the short amount of time that you were here. You decided that was going to be your new mindset moving forward as you opened the gate to the pool.
The pool was quite large, but there was a group already huddled up in one corner of the shallow end. You counted two boys and two girls as you scanned for an open lawn chair to lay your things down.
You couldnāt help but notice how attractive they were as you started to take off your bathing suit cover. It was only amplified as you got closer while wading down the steps into the water. You were lost in this thought when the group suddenly turned to face you. You froze up just expecting a simple friendly wave of acknowledgment. However, that was thrown out of the window when one of the group began to drift towards you.
āHey, nice to meet you!ā One of the boys said as he extended his hand while you settled waist deep into the water.
āOh, nice to meet you as well.ā You shook his hand, not used to such sudden introductions.
āJesus, Jimin. Whatāve we told you about ambushing people like that?ā One of the girls said, lightly smacking his shoulder. āSorry about him. He was never taught manners. My nameās Reina.ā She smiled.
āHow the hellās that any different than what I just did?ā The boy, apparently named Jimin, asked while crossing his arms in annoyance.
āWell you already broke the ice without giving her a second to breathe, so I had to.ā
Jimin looked like he was about to say something back until the other boy in the group came up and looped both of his arms around their necks, pulling them closer together. āAlright now lovebirds, youāre scaring the tourists.ā
Ah, that explains their playful squabbling. āOh, you guys are dating. You look super cute together,ā You said.
Jimin immediately stood up taller, grabbing Reina closer. āYeah, I accidentally caught a fishing hook in her hand when we were fourteen and sheās just been tagging along ever since.ā He smiled, peppering kisses on her cheek.
āWell, it showed me how bad at fishing he is, so I knew he wasnāt gonna be one of those guys out on the boat for hours ignoring their girlfriend.ā She grinned during the insult before getting her head dunked underwater.
āIām gonna kill you!ā She yelled as she swam towards Jimin who was already jetting towards the deep end of the pool.
āThatās what you get!ā He laughed as she caught up with him and began splashing at him.
You smiled watching them together. You werenāt lying when you said they looked cute together. Though your smile faded after a few seconds, because seeing them reminded you of your own situation. Not only was the idea of grad school itself weighing you down, but it had actually been the downfall of your longest relationship. After you found out you were accepted into the program in California a few months back, things took a turn for the worse in your love life. He was not able to see a future in a long distance relationship spanning a few states, so unfortunately you had to call it quits after three years of being together. You started to dwell on these thoughts when you were thankfully snapped out of it by the guy who had tried to stop Jimin and Reinaās bickering a few minutes prior.
āSorry about them. Taunting each other is their favorite hobby. Iām Namjoon, by the way.ā He smiled, dimples popping out as the sun reflected off his almost platinum blonde hair.
āNo, itās no problem. Itās pretty cute actually.ā
He shook his head. āTrust me, the charm wears off after more than a decade of having to watch it.ā
Wow, a decade, you thought to yourself. And the comment actually made you remember something. āOh, that reminds me. You called me a tourist.ā
His eyes went a little wide as an apologetic look crossed his face. āSorry, totally didnāt mean for that to sound rude. I know some people can complain about tourists, but we love meeting you guys.ā
āNo, no, I wasnāt mad about that,ā You said, waving off his concern. āI just meant that means you guys actually live around here full time.ā
āBorn and raised by the water, baby.ā He raised his beer.
The last person you hadnāt been introduced to yet then swam over towards the two of you. āWell, except for me. Iām Lisa, by the wayā¦ Itās actually my last full day before weāre heading back home.ā She looked sad as she said that, lips pursing as it set in that her time here was almost over.
However, it looked like some people had not seemed to realize she was almost set to leave, because immediately Namjoon turned towards her, mouth open.
āOh my god, I forgot you were leaving tomorrow! It feels like you just got here like two days ago.ā
āUgh, donāt remind me,ā Lisa said, dipping her head beneath the water for a few seconds.
āWell, this will absolutely not be how you spend your last night in this town.ā Namjoon stood up, making his way up the stairs so that he could stand over everyone in the pool. āAnnouncement!ā
āYes, oh great leader,ā Jimin yelled from the deep end of the pool, where he and Reina seemed to have made up.
āItās Lisaās last night, so I have an idea.ā
āOh, oh, oh!ā Reina explained as she began kicking her way back to the shallow end. āJungkookās band plays at Blue Tiger tonight after he gets off his shift at the marina.ā
Namjoon clapped his hands together. āRead my mind Reina!ā
Everyone got immediately excited and began pulling themselves out of the water.
āJungkook?ā You asked, still standing in the pool.
When you asked about this mystery man, some of the members of the group looked at each other and gave a strange smile.
āUhm, just another one of our friends that lives here too.ā Namjoon suddenly reached his hand down to you, silently asking for you to take it. āHeās really good. Wanna join?ā
You were surprised by the offer, since you had only met these people ten minutes ago. But you thought to yourself, this was exactly the type of thing you needed to distract yourself from all the stresses from your life. Plus, this Jungkook character sounded intriguing enough.
With that, you reached up for Namjoonās inviting hand. āSure.ā
Genre: fluff, lots of smut oops, mega-angst, strangers to lovers!au, fuckboy/fuckgirl!au
Warning(s): profanity, infidelity, mega-angst (im sorry), mention of alcohol, smoking, smut, unprotected sex, oral (m + f receiving), slight m!dom, nipple play, hand job, dirty talk, ice play, ass grabbing, mention of a sex toy, squirting, hobi is a bad boy in this too, multiple orgasms, smutty kissing, reader may or may not have accidentally become a fuckgirl in this story sorry not sorry; Rated: 18+
Credit to: @yoonoclock for making such an incredible cover for this story that has taken me two long years to write. Itās finally where I need it to be and thank you so much Monnie for using your talent to create a banner that truly embodies the story.
Taglist: thank you so much for your patience with me! @ggukkieland @thisartemisnevermisses @moonchild1 @familiarlikemymirror3 @gukniverseā
Summary: After a devastating break up, you immediately move in with your sister, leaving behind the country life to relearn the ups and downs of the city. Adopting a cat and gaining a new job at a retail store part time, life seems to gradually bring happiness and healing, but you did not expect for it to become even more interesting when you stumble upon the enticing yet alluring tattoo artist, Jeon Jeongguk. Will this be an adventure of a lifetime? Or will hello always lead to goodbye?
Being a woman in the gaming industry is challenging, especially when all eyes are on you. What happens, though, when your biggest competition finds out that the well-known streamer who consistently wins games is not who people believe they are?
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You've spent your entire life pretending to be someone you're not online, so when one of the biggest steamers finds out about your little secret, things get tricky.
A/n: I'm eager for you guys to read this once I've finished writing it. Credits to Laura @jungk0oksthighs for the plot idea!
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authorās note: happy valentines day ā” feedback is very welcomed
There was some hazy electrical tension wreathing the atmosphere in the library. It first occurred to you when one particular person started attending your regular study group sessions at the universityās library. It was unknown to you why exactly Jeon Jungkook joined your group but everyone was more than welcome to any new members striving to gnaw at the granite of science.Ā
And youād be lying if youād said that Jungkook joining the study group wasnāt the best thing that happened to you this semester, making your once-a-week meet-ups the highlight of your week. To your surprise, it was fun and easy with Jungkook. You were accustomed to gaping at him in the hallways, all by himself, sure that he was a loner or something. You barely ever caught him in conversation with someone, so you just assumed that he was grim and grumpy all the time. Boy oh boy were you wrong.Ā
The moment Jungkook stepped into the library and got paired with you to quiz each other was just a blessing from above, turning your Saturday morning meet-ups into something to look forward to the whole week. He was charming and funny without even trying, never skimping on witty comments. You were getting used to his presence and the power that it held over you, feeling tingles in your stomach every time heād lean closer to you to see if your answers matched with his or every time that his fingers would leave imperceptible touches on your shoulder while he sits sideways in the chair, deep in thoughts to solve the equation.Ā
āSeems like you two get along pretty well,ā randomly said Ruri, nudging you teasingly as your study session ends and Jungkook is quick to leave. You notice how the rest of your study group snickers at Ruriās words, nodding confirmingly.Ā
You shrug, gazing at his receding silhouette.āYeah, just like with everyone else.ā
āCome on, you know damn well that guy is the biggest introvert on campus.āĀ
Trying not to let that idea get to your head, you brush those thoughts off. It's too dangerous and gullible to believe that Jungkook was paying any special attention to you. Surely, he was evidently attentive whenever you spoke during meetings or presented something, but you like to view it just as an act of generosity that he failed to show to others. Besides you two never interacted outside of the library; yes, you would greet each other in hallways but it never went further than just nods of acknowledgment. Which fairly did make you mad, leaving you to crave for more. A little bit.Ā
But still, the thought of Jungkook actually being into you was too enthralling to let go, so today you decided to shoot your shot. What's a better place for unraveling a guyās true emotions than a place filled with rows upon rows of written human confessions?Ā
You enter the reading room where everyone is already seated, including Jungkook. You never liked being late but for today you needed all chances of catching his attention that were possible. As you approach your study group, everyoneās attention is on you.Ā
āHey, _____, we thought you were skipping todayās session,ā Ruri greets you and you notice Jungkookās gaze on you.Ā
āHow could I skip this?ā A mischievous grin plasters your face as you take your seat, tracing with your fingers the back of Jungkookās chair, knowing pretty well that his dark eyes are riveted on you.Ā
Libraries were always so quiet, unveiling and emphasizing every little motion, every breath taken. Though you were oblivious to the usual annoying sounds of students flipping pages or the creak of chairs as the librarian travels past them, organizing the books. What you were certainly attuned to is Jungkookās body sitting next to you, reacting to your every single move.Ā
At first, you think to yourself that itās just a coincidence when you wistfully place a pencil on your lower lip and hear Jungkook clearing his throat. Just a coincidence, no need to overthink it, you reassure yourself.Ā
But itās still worth trying out one more time, right? You cross your leg over another, the pleated miniskirt of yours exposing more bare skin of your thigh. You register Jungkookās sudden ruffling through the pages of his book. Well, now youāre intrigued and canāt contain the impish smirk flourishing on your lips.Ā
āHey, Jungkook, what do you think about this passage?ā You lean in closer to him, tossing your notebook to him. You definitely caught him off guard as he nervously gulps trying to compose himself.
You blink at him innocently, as your black leather loaferās toe fleetly brushes his leg under the table. His body tenses under that brief touch, leaving your mind open to lingering thoughts. Jungkook himself was such a blessing to an eye, with silky black hair coating his doe eyes that always made him appear so innocent and genuine while the rest of his body reeked of masculinity. And seeing him now so agitated because of your slight closeness makes your heart rise to your throat, welcoming dirty thoughts into your head. Damn it, what were you doing? Where would this all lead today?Ā
āI think itās fine, you did good,ā he says, pointing back at your notebook when met with your smitten expression. āYou look different today.ā
You raise your eyebrow at his statement. āReally? Whatās different?ā You lean in closer, tilting your head curiously.Ā
āI donāt knowā¦just different,ā he clears his throat, eyeing you up and down, gaze slowing at the sight of your bare thighs, but he quickly looks back into your eyes.Ā
āWell, I hope in a good way?āĀ
āYeah, totally my type,ā he chuckles and the sudden change in his demeanor makes you giddy. What was that?Ā
His unexpected confession leaves you frozen as you search for more in his hooded eyes that are dangerously tempting now. Losing control of whatever you started, you feel something unleash in Jungkook as he rests his chin on his right elbow that is propped negligently on the table while his left-hand travels under the table. You feel a firm grip of his left palm on your thigh and your stomach somersaults. You heavily sigh, eyes widely staring at him.Ā
Jungkook just narrows his eyes, looking pensively at your notebook as if you two couldnāt care less about the damn essay right now. You toss a look on the other side, making sure that all of this is inconspicuous to the rest of your study group.Ā
Jungkook arches an eyebrow at you. āIs something wrong?ā He casually says, tilting his head closer to you while his hand glides higher up your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. His magnetic face was so close to you now, that you would have felt his lips brushing yours if you decided to come closer to him. āYou didnāt answer, _____,ā he whispers now, his hot breath lacing your mouth. You swallow, feeling a low throb in your core.Ā
When you feel his strong grip on your thigh moves higher, under the fabric of your skirt, you indulge in your first instinct, pressing your legs together. He squeezes your thigh again, a gasp trapping in your throat as his own tension is now clear to you. What were you doing, this is insane.Ā
āYou knowā¦ā you clear your throat, not expecting that itād be so hard to collect yourself, āI still need to look for some references.āĀ
You stand up from your seat, sleeking your skirt with your shaky hand. This was ridiculous, what was your plan again? To find out if Jungkook liked you? Well, apparently he does have some slightest interest in you and isnāt that shy to show it as well. But what were you going to do about it? Whatever those options were, you are not insane enough to discover them at the library, full of people.Ā
You hurry through the stairs, making sure to get away from Jungkook as far as possible. The second floor was surprisingly empty, and you stop at the section farthest away. You lean at the bookshelf with your back, catching a breath.Ā
But you werenāt destined to be left in solitude today as you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. You turn around, grabbing the first book that caught your attention. Crime and punishment. You roll your eyes, reading the title of the book. Of course, what else youād need right now when writing an essay for English literature class?Ā
Jungkookās figure appears right next to you, catching you unawares. āSure you needed this for reference?āĀ
Heās leaning his shoulder on the bookshelf, studying you closely. āThis? Oh, no, of course, no,ā you let out a nervous laugh as if caught at a crime scene. āYou know, just love this so much, wanted to freshen up the story in my head. For my own enjoyment,ā you grant him a strained smile.Ā Ā
āSomething tells me I can bring you more pleasure than some prose-less classics author,ā devilish smirk plasters across his face. Itās surely hard to argue with that.Ā
āWhere did you get that courage from?ā You snap at him, closing the book in your hand with a clap.
Jungkook scoffs, taking the Crime and punishment from your grip and placing it back on the shelf. āIs that what bothers you?ā He takes a step closer to you, startling you with the dangerous proximity of his body to yours. You step back, until your back hits the stack of books behind you, trapping yourself between Jungkookās hot body and the bookshelf. āIs that why you dressed like this today? To get my attention?ā He catches your chin between his fingers, forcing you to face him.Ā
āDonāt flatter yourself, itās not for you,ā you let out an obvious lie to both of you.Ā
He just chuckles at you amusingly. And when you finally meet his eyes, your stomach tingles at the sight of his glossed-over glare. āNot for me?ā He scowls, jaw clenched as his fingers release your chin, trailing down to your neck, briefly caressing your clavicle before traveling lower to your breasts.Ā
Your heart pounds hard inside your chest, sending blood to your head. You felt his every touch so deeply, wishing to get rid of the clothes preventing you from the skin on skin contact. He cups your breast in one hand, fondling it, while the one snakes up your thigh. As Jungkook reaches up your core, you feel the fabric of your underwear clings to your wet folds.
āIs this not for me, hm?ā He hisses, the raspiness of his voice cutting through the overwhelming silence of the library. You would like to answer and stand your ground but you just stand there, panting in anticipation, chest heaving under his touches.Ā
āJungkook, we are in a fucking library,ā you attempt to argue, one last chance to stop something that both you needed right now and craved even longer.Ā
He shrugged, palming your heat, the throbbing between your legs growing stronger and stronger. āWhat can be a great place for a good sex, if not library, love?ā
Jungkook will be the death of you, that you can tell already, when his mere words were able to make you squeeze his forearm, your body arching towards him.Ā
You didnāt need to ask Jungkook more, seeing you like this was a miracle to him alone, your half-lidded eyes peering at him in pure neediness.Ā
Before you knew it, his lips were crashing yours, hungrily devouring you. His tongue felt perfect against yours, making you tremble as he grunted into your mouth. You whimper, feeling his hand on your jaw while the other one pushes aside your panties, thumb brushing over your wetness smeared all over your folds. You exhale heavily, list clogging your mind, the worry of having sex in the public library long-forgotten now.Ā
Jungkookās wet lips travel down your jawline, burying himself in the crook of your neck. You throw your head back, parting your lips to let out a quiet moan.Ā
He growls before coming back to your parted lips, ghosting them with his before you feel him pumping his finger inside of you. You wince, biting on your lower lip in hopes to suppress the moan.Ā
He pumps you in and out, his finger dipping in your arousal. Your hold on his forearm becomes more desperate and thereās nothing more that Jungkook wants to do than give you everything that you yearn for.Ā
Jungkook adds another finger, now pressing the spot that had you drooling on his hand.Ā
āFuck, Jungkook, Iā, please,ā you try to collect your thoughts through the panting.Ā
But he only shushes you, stretching you out more for him. āWe donāt wanna get caught, right, baby?āĀ
And you just nod, taking him, grinding along with the pace of his fingers that were hitting your spot so deliciously. Jungkook doesnāt slow down for a bit, driven by the blissful state of yours that he created.Ā
You clench around his fingers, growing tighter. Jungkook was attentive to your every move, so once you start clenching around his fingers, growing tighter, he speeds up even more, pushing you over the edge.Ā
Jungkook grunts seeing you whimpering, brows knotted while your body is convulsing around his fingers as the pleasure washes over you. āGood girl,ā he brushes through your hair as you tiredly throw your head forward, on his shoulder, ragged breathing escaping your mouth.Ā
You search for his mouth, while hands desperately trace down his chiseled chest to his belt, determined to unbuckle him.Ā
āI appreciate this, princess,ā his hand hovers over yours as you meet his darkening gaze. āBut I prefer this more,ā he swirls you, pressing your back to his front, and you whine at the closeness of your bodies. āHope you donāt mind this?āĀ
You briskly shake your head, turning to the side, striving to catch a glimpse of Jungkook, as you hear him unzipping his jeans. āNo-no, itās perfect, Jungkook, please,ā you throw your head back in anticipation of finally feeling him, taking him fully.Ā
āThatās my girl,ā he murmurs against your earlobe from behind as his hand wraps around his length, pumping himself off. You bite your lower lip, wishing to get a proper look at that lewd sight.Ā
Jungkook pushes up your skirt, squeezing your ass cheek. You sigh heavily, pussy throbbing rapidly as he tapped his tip against your core.Ā
āJungkook, f-fuck me, please,ā you plead, not able to wait for more as he glided his big cock between your ass cheeks making you hold your breath in anticipation. You were so wet, so eagerly ready to take him here, not a single worry about being in the library, regretting only that you two couldnāt moan loudly.Ā
He places his tip inside your pussy, and you find yourself desperately pressing back against him. Jungkook slides his hand under your shirt, cupping your breast under the bra, setting your stomach on fire. You palm your hand over his and squeeze it tighter as he finally pushes his cock inside you, making you both moan at the feeling.Ā
Your walls hug him, clenching on his full length, feeling his own arousal. At first, he moves excruciatingly slow, thrusting in and out of you at his full length as he stretches you out.Ā
When he starts speeding up, thrusting deep, you grab his arm, pulling him closer, your back perfectly pinned to his chest, feeling his own heart hammering at a soaring rate.Ā
Jungkook slides his free arm to your front, resting two fingers on your clit, rubbing it with the same pace he was thrusting you from behind with his cock.Ā
You feel another wave of pleasure approaching you as youāre tightly wrapped by Jungkookās hands from behind, and nothing except for the sound of his hips slapping against you roughly and your muffled whimpers surrounding you now.Ā
You knew Jungkook had some insanely special power over you, but you could have never imagined that it would allow him to fuck you senselessly in your universityās library. Well, now that was the last thing on your mind, especially as you feel him fastening his pace violently, making your grip on the poor bookshelf that you used to support yourself.Ā
And as the sound of his moan reaches you, your pussy clenches around his cock, throbbing through your orgasm taking over you. You tremble in his embrace and Jungkook only groans at this sight, gripping tightly on you, speeding up even more, chasing his own high.Ā
You feel his body shuddering behind, filling you in warmly. He now rests his chin on your shoulder, leaving wet kisses on your nape.Ā
āFuck, Jungkook, that was so good,ā you mumble, pulling your skirt down, as he buckles up his jeans, tugging his shirt in.Ā
You turn around to face him, now that you both look somewhat decent and he latches on your lips again, hands wrapping around you. āDo we really have to go back to that study session now?ā He pouts at you, his doe eyes back to being innocent as if he didnāt hungrily devour you with them just moments ago.Ā
āYou have better plans?āĀ
āWith you? Plenty.ā
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i hope you enjoyed this oneshot, let me know your thoughts <;3Ā
āļøsummary:Ā You and Jungkook never discussed Valentineās Day plans, but that doesnāt mean the night wonāt include corny Valentineās cards and you getting down on your hands and knees in pretty pink lingerie for him.
āļøword count:Ā 2.1k
āļøwarnings:Ā catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, praise kink, dirty talk, oc is a horny lil brat, dry humping, sex on the couch, handjob, blowjob, face fucking, cumshot, she swallows, oc makes another ignorant comment about earl grey tea lol
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a/n: here's a lil smutty drabble i wrote up for valentine's day! (you don't have to read the other p&p fics before reading this one)š
Youāve been acting a little weird lately. Ever since February came around, youāve been asking Jungkook about random shit like his favorite flower (lavender), his favorite romcom (none), his favorite day of the year (nonexistent), and his go-to boba order (you called him grandaddy for saying earl grey again). The most recent question was about his taste in lingerie (doesnāt matter because youāre hot regardless).Ā
But whenever he asks why you need to know these things, you just shrug your shoulders and pretend like youāre too busy playing with the cat to answer him. The way you always shush the kitten as soon as he enters the room leads him to believe the two of you are up to no good.Ā
Itās driving him mad.
At one point, he thought you might be sweetening him up for when you go behind his back and adopt another cat because āLucy needs a friendā and āthereās a cute cow cat at the local shelter.ā But something tells him youāll save the cow cat shenanigans for another time.Ā
The thing is, heās not completely clueless here. As much as he doesnāt want to think about it, heās well aware that Valentineās Day is around the corner. Itās not a day he typically celebrates, but he also doesnāt know how you feel about it yet. If itās a big deal to you, heād want to do something thoughtful to live up to whatever the fuck youāre secretly plotting. At the same time, the two of you still havenāt made it official, so perhaps you arenāt scheming anything related to the most romantic day of the year. Perhaps heās just overthinking itā¦
ā¦Or not.
A few days before Valentineās Day, Jungkook comes home from class early and sees something he shouldnāt have seen. Your laptop is out in the open on his bed, but youāre nowhere to be seenāprobably in the bathroom or something. Heās always been the kind of guy to respectfully look away from whatās on other peopleās computers or phone screens. But itās kind of hard to ignore the pink lingerie set you apparently just ordered. The lingerie you normally wear is a sexy black or a sophisticated neutral. But this baby pink one, with the tiny red hearts and bows, is way cuter than what heās used to seeing you in. Itās giving submissive vibes, for sure.
The thought of you wearing that tiny thing on Valentineās Day would automatically make February 14th Jeon Jungkookās new favorite day of the year. And that alone is something to celebrate.
But how exactly is he supposed to celebrate? It seems you have your mind made up on surprising him with pretty pink lingerie, but what can he provide in return without being too cheesy? Heās terrible at shit like this. In fact, one of his exes broke up with him specifically because he wasnāt romantic enough. She wasnāt wrong, but itās not like heās going to rewire his entire brain to be romantic enough for someone elseās liking. Maybe thatās fucked up of him. Maybe a good partner would make sacrifices and force themself to change for the sake of the relationship if they truly cared.Ā
Youāre different, though. With you, nothing feels forced. Rather, he gets an urge to do something nice for you, even if it goes against his natural tendencies. And right now, he wants to also surprise you with a little something on Valentineās Day.
On the big day, he waits for you to leave for your afternoon class. Thatāll give him plenty of time to put together the surprise. All he needs is some pink cardstock, markers, paint, ribbon, and a kitten.
As much as he hates cheesy Valentineās cards, Jungkook finds himself pondering over what to write on the cardstock. Knowing you, itās safe to go with something silly and funny. Thankfully, youāre an easy one when it comes to humor.
āHave a paw-esome Valentineās Day, Mommy,ā he writes in bold marker. Youāve been hesitant to call yourself the kittenās mother despite raising her right alongside Jungkook. But itās clear that youāre doing a good job. āLove, Lucy.ā
He picks up the sleepy kitten, dips her paw pads into safe non-toxic paint, and adds her paw print to the bottom of the card like a signature. As the paint dries, he gives the kitty her first bath, blowdries her fur, and ties a pink little ribbon to her collar.
When the sun goes down, Jungkook rolls up the note and attaches it to the kittyās ribbon like sheās some messenger pigeon. And then the two of them wait on the couch together, kitten loafing in the boyās lap, for the door to open.
Five long minutes later, your keys jingle around as you unlock the front door.
āGo hide,ā he whispers to the kitten who runs off into his room with a frisky tail in the air. She probably thinks heās playing hide and seek with her like they normally do. Poor thing.
Jungkook makes himself comfortable on the couch again and pulls out his phone to look natural. Totally normal.
āHi?ā you say as soon as you open the door and see him sitting in the dark living room, his floating face illuminated by his phone screen. You hit the light switch as you kick your shoes off and look around for possible booby traps or jumpscares. It seems youāre very aware that the potential for a surprise is at an all-time high today. Then your eyes fall back on him. āWhy do you look like that?ā
āLike what?ā He scratches the back of his head.
āLike this.ā You do the awkward pose thing people do when theyāre very clearly failing to act natural. How do you manage to make even the most awkward poses look cute? Maybe your little black dress has something to do with it. You werenāt wearing that earlier when you left for class.
āWhat do you mean? Iām just here, sitting on the couch with my phone.ā Damn, is it really that obvious?
āAh, so you were here waiting for me to get back from class like a dog?ā you tease as you climb into his lap and set his phone aside. Your new perfume is a sensual lavender (no wonder you asked him about his favorite flower). And your dress is so short all he can feel is skin when he grabs hold of your ass. āDonāt worry, I missed you too.ā
You snake your hands around the back of his neck and devour his lips, his tongue, his taste. Heāll never get over the moans you make just from kissing him like heās the finest dessert youāve ever tasted. Or the way your tongue just laps him up like a kittenā
āWait,ā he says after forcing himself to pull back from your lips. The urge to put his lips right back where they belong is incredible.
āNo, Jungkook, I donāt have any homework that needs to get done before weā¦ā Your words trail off as you kiss him some more and roll your hips against his crotch. Youāll never let it go that heās āthe biggest nerd in the worldā for always making you finish your homework before sex. Thank god you donāt have any tonight. Because his hard cock is already past the point of no return.
The secret Valentineās card still needs to be delivered, though. And the poor kitten is still waiting for her daddy to come find her.
āNo seriously, wait a sec,ā he chuckles, lifting you off of him before walking into his room to scoop up the kitten hiding behind the clothes hanging in his closet. When he rejoins you on the couch, he passes the fluffball to you.
āOoh, did daddy give you a bath? You look so cute,ā You sniff her orange fur and find the rolled-up note tied to her pink ribbon.
Your face quickly goes from curious to smiley as you unroll the note and read the silly message. Jungkook reads it right alongside you as if he wasnāt the one who wrote it.
āCongratulations, it seems Lucy has accepted you as her mother figure,ā he says in the straightest face ever.
āPaw-esome?? Mommy??ā you giggle, turning to the boy whilst cupping his chin. āIs that what you think of me?ā
āIt wasnāt me, it was Lucy,ā he shrugs. āRight, Lucy?ā She meows in agreement.
Then he pins you down against the couch cushions and leans in to whisper, āYouāre my baby girl, remember?ā
Your face is flushed with color as you nod up at him. You grab a handful of his t-shirt and pull him in. He finds your neck and leaves a trail of little marks as your body heats up beneath him.
āI love the card, by the way,ā you manage to get out between breaths. āThank you, Jungkook.ā
āLike I said, it wasnāt from me.ā His gives you a few more kisses while running his hands along your dress. As hot as you are in that dress, heād love to get his hands on everything hiding beneath it. āI didnāt even know today was Valentineās Day.ā
āLiar. You suck, you know that.ā You pout for half a second before your horny eyes are showing again. āGuess you donāt want to see the surprise I have for you.ā
āWhat is it?ā he asks a little too quickly. He must sound like such a simp.
You sit up, leaning your tits against his chest, and say, āUndress me.ā
Jungkook lifts the dress up and over your head to reveal the same lingerie set he saw on your computer screen the other day. Except now itās on your body. And boy does it look good on you. It doesnāt matter that he already had a sneak peek at it and plenty of time to mentally prepare himself for this. He still canāt take his eyes off of his baby girl looking all pretty in pink. And he forgets to speak.
āWhat do you think?ā You drop to your knees on the carpet and situate yourself between his legs.
āHot,ā is all he can say before you unzip him and get your hands on his hard cock.
āGood.ā You wet your lips with a sly tongue. Your hands start stroking his length up and down as you eye his tip. āIt was an impulse buy the other day when I was feeling so horny for your cock.ā
āDo you need my cock that badly?ā he asks, his breath getting rougher.Ā
You nod, licking your lips again. Heād normally make you wait a little longer before letting you give head, but fuck it. Itās Valentineās Day, and his cock is his gift to you. Youāre always begging to suck it anyway.
With a firm hand, he angles your chin up until his erection is staring you in the face. You wrap your lips around him and take him in until he hits the back of your throat. Your cute little gag doesnāt stop you from going right back in, bobbing your head back and forth, up and down his length. He decides to help by thrusting in and out of your throat.
When you stop to catch your breath, his glaze runs down your mouth. You make sure heās watching when you lick it up and swallow before sucking him more. One of your hands grips his cock while the other travels down into your thong. He watches the way you rub between your legs and rock your body back and forth to pleasure yourself and him at the same time.Ā
You savor each and every drop of him as if itās the last. Your lips glisten and swell with pleasure as youāre hard at work with his cock. Thereās no way anyone else can look this good while doing what you do to him.
āFuck,ā Jungkook groans, fucking your face faster. You moan something that sounds like his name, although itās kind of hard to understand with a fat cock in your mouth.
At his breaking point, he pulls out and strokes his length until (most of) his cum sprays right into your mouth. You swallow it up while shooting him an awfully innocent smile. After catching his breath, he wipes up the bit of lust on your cheek and lets you suck it off his fingers. Youāre such a good girl for him.
āYou were so good, baby,ā he praises you. You definitely need to be rewarded. āShould we watch one of those romcoms?ā
āI thought you said you didnāt like romcoms.ā You tilt your head. āWe can find something else that we can watch togethāā
āPick your favorite romcom.ā He shakes your suggestion off and lays you down on the couch so that youāre facing the TV. He hooks a finger on the strap of your thong and tears it off. With his lips just a centimeter away from your wet pussy, he says, āI wonāt be watching anyway.ā
summary: Itās Jimin and Jungkookās turn to take you out for the day but the three of you just canāt keep your hands to yourself.
wc: 13.1k
warnings: this is long overdue (literally been in the drafts since 2019?), not in order! daddy kink, heavy use of pet names (baby, babe, baby girl, princess, little one, doll), spanking, marking (biting, scratching, hickeys), semi-public sex, rough oral sex (f. giving and receiving), protected and unprotected sex, m. and f. masturbation, multiple orgasms (f. and m.), mentions of nudes and videos, double penetration, cum facial, cum swallowing, cock slapping, panty fetish, tiny impreg kink, alcohol consumption, some angst
a/n: almost 4 years after the original lol iāve had this done for years but didnāt want to post it for reasons (and found it while deleting wips) but i posted on ao3 and i already had a banner ready for tumblr so here it isĀ
āHmm I seeā¦ then I think I should start greeting you with the back of my head from now on huh?ā he plays along, standing still in your hold.
āI said it is dumbā¦ā you say quickly. āā¦not that I donāt want to see it.ā
The words stumble out of your lips in a whisper and under your palm you feel a lurch, a beat and you almost think you imagined it and it was the doing of your own heart. Jungkook doesnāt say anything after this and neither do you
Genre: rich! Fuckboy Jungkook x reader, fake dating au!
Warnings: more idiots in love <3, little angst,fluff, they are feeling things ok, Shrek reference, Camilla cabello song, fingering, hints at role playingā¦ I canāt remember more.
WC: 12.1k
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Jungkook slams the door a little harder than he had intended to when he entered his home. The place smelled of the lavender candle you loved so much, he didnāt care about it before but tonight this fragrance was making him think about youā¦just you. What was he doing? You literally ran away from him, you want nothing to do with him but he feels so drawn to you these, like a moth to light.
āAnd you know what happens to moths when they get too close to the light?ā he thinks out loud into the silence of his house. He takes a shower, his hands itching to call you. He should call you right? He needs to know that you got home safe.
after getting dumped, jungkook finally had the opportunity to swoop in and heal your broken heart.
pairing ā jungkook x female reader
genre ā angst, fluff, smut
word count ā 2k
warnings/tags ā roommates!au, confession!au, softdom!jk, sub!reader, lots of cussing, swearing, reader is angry & upset, jk is in love w you, mentions of a bummy ex, crying, very soft, so much love, touching, romantic, sexual tension, hickeys/neck kisses, first kiss, explicit smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys), penetrative sex, soft dirty talk, overall very raw and soft
a/n: something short and sweet and a little fast paced š°
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āLiterally FUCK HIM,ā you curse whilst pacing around your apartment, clear frustration evident on your face as you threw a strop. Breakups were generally easy as it took a lot for you to get attached but this oneā¦ it wasnāt going too well.
Youād been in a mood all day after your boyfriend decided to call it quits all of a sudden because he felt you were ātoo high maintenanceā which, on its own, was pretty offensive but that didnāt really tug at your chest. The fact that he couldnāt handle your high maintenance self made you wonder if anyone could ever deal with you.
At the moment, it looked like no one could.
Jungkook, sat at the edge of your couch, merely watched you pace around with his hands clasped together over his mouth, his eyes following your every move and being cautious as to not topple you the wrong way.
He learnt the hard way; let you rant for as long as you need to and soon enough youāll calm down.
āCalling me, of all people, āhigh maintenaceā, who the fuck does he think he is?!ā You aggressively turn towards Jungkook, as if directing the question to him, and you know you caught him by surprise when his mouth fell ajar, practically speechless.
āHe never spent time with me, never even acknowledged me, youād think I was dating a brick wall!ā
Yeah, Jungkook knew all of that. He knew your boyfriend was an ass and only showed you attention when he wanted to fuck, which you so willingly gave to him because you always grasped at āromanticā intimacy, and Jungkook hated it. He bet the guy wasnāt even that great in bed since youād always come back the next day in an awful mood.
āI canāt believe I spent all those nights with him. He couldnāt make me cum once, it got tiring faking all those orgasms.ā
Thatās his doubts confirmed.
You continue to pace around, spilling all your thoughts and dramatising your hand gestures until you stopped. Jungkook looked straight at you and his features softened when he noticed how teary your eyes had become; on the verge of spilling down your cheeks. He could tell you were trying to hold in the tears, but why? You knew you could comfortably cry around him.
Right, because on many occasions, he pointed out that your boyfriend was a dick, an unappreciative one at that and you decided to ignore his opinions. Your relationship was like watching a girl in highschool chase after her much loved crush who had no interest in her. It was kinda sad and all Jungkook could do was sit back and watch you get hurt over and over again.
If you were with him, youād never be treated like that.
He hated seeing you in this state. As someone who deserved nothing but the best, seeing you upset over a stupid ex boyfriend made him feel all sorts of things; predominately anger, but that was a given. It also pissed him off beyond words because Jungkook had every chance to swoop you into his arms and keep you to himself, but a part of him genuinely thought you were in love with the guy, so he stayed put.
āAm I really too much to handle?ā
Jungkook couldāve sworn his heart broke right then and there, and it hurt more seeing you cry over something that was complete bullshit. His fist was twitching (the things heād do to punch the living daylights out of that asshole) but you were his first priority.
āY/Nā¦ā he starts, getting out of his seat to approach your form, which looked even more fragile now than when you were mad. āHonestly, that guy has no clue what heās talking about,ā Jungkook tries to reassure you, leaning down slightly and reaching his hand towards your face, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tears beneath your eyes.
The pout on your lips only became more prominent as your cheeks heated up from the kind, yet subtle gesture. Thatās weird. āNo guy wants a girl thatās āhigh maintenanceā, is that what heās trying to tell me? Because I know damn well he didnāt do half the shit I had planned for usāā
āāYouāre not high maintenance, youāre eager,ā Jungkook adds, bringing you closer to his chest so you could rest your head against him and cry to your heartās content. āBesides, itās not a bad thing.ā
Your fist lands a punch to his chest, āObviously itās a bad thing if itās the reason why my boyfriend broke up with me, stupid,ā you say, through short, broken sobs.
Your roommate only chuckles, his chin resting on your head as he embraced you in his arms. āI donāt think itās bad. I like my girls high maintenance,ā Jungkook smiles ahead at the blank wall, hoping his words would be enough for you to catch on.
āYou donāt mean it. Youāre just saying that to make me feel better,ā you grumble, looking up at him with your glassy eyes and tear stained cheeks, expecting him to make a joke about it but nope, he seemed pretty content staring at the wall like it was the love of his life.
āI think Iāve had my fair share of handling you, and Iāve done a pretty good job at it,ā he shrugs, showing you a sheepish smile, ābecause I care that much about you and Iām willing to put in the time and effort to show you that.ā
Was he saying this in a romantic or platonic way?
āYour ex was probably the guy you wanted, but we both know Iām the one you need,ā Jungkook whispers softly, leaning down towards your face, and you think heās gonna kiss you, but he stops before your lips could make contact with his.
Your silence factored out his words being false, and from that, he knew he got you. āI know you felt what I said,ā he calls you out on your bluff, pulling you away from him so he could look at you properly and deem his thoughts correct. He shifts his hand over to your chest, right above your beating heart, āā¦Right here.ā
With the way you were staring at him, you were either extremely turned on by him indirectly confessing his feelings to you, or extremely heartbroken that literally anything and everything seemed attractive to you right now.
Who were you kidding? It was all Jungkook.
You finally speak up, your voice ten times quieter than it was earlier on, āAnd what if I did? What does that mean?ā
āI donāt need you confirm or deny it, I know you well enough to know you felt my words in more places than one,ā Jungkookās eyes dance down you body to settle where your poor cunt was jumping between your legs, making it all the more obvious that you were clenching your thighs shut.
Shit. He was good.
He laughs softly, āHow could he ever leave a pretty girl like you unsatisfied?ā
A part of you still wasnāt convinced by his words, āIf you really wanted me, you couldāve had me by now,ā you throw at him, expecting him to stutter, but Jeon Jungkook had eyes on you for a pretty long time, so he had a lot to say.
āItās kinda hard going after a girl who was too busy chasing someone else. You know I donāt roll like that,āJungkook tugs at your arm, urging you to turn your back towards him so he could rut himself against your lower half whilst his hands slowly, yet with so much need, trailed up and down your arms, warming you up and giving you the chance to relax. āBesides, being patient always works out in the long run.ā He was adamant on showing you the love you deserved and if you were planning to be āhigh maintenanceā about it, you bet he had a couple tricks up his sleeve to deal with that.
As if it were second nature, your body was acting on its own, easing into his touch as his hand slipped under your shirt, drawing small circles over your stomach. It wasnāt much, but this is exactly what romantic intimacy felt like, and it made you wonder why the hell you werenāt with Jungkook to begin with.
A pair of soft lips were grazing against your untainted neck, leaving short, supple kisses as they dragged downwards, giving himself more room. āDid your ex ever show you love like this?ā Jungkook mumbles, too caught up in kissing you, but he didnāt need to hear you say no. āWhy couldnāt he cherish you, huh? I shouldāve snatched you up when I got the chance, how stupid of me.ā
Youāre unable to respond, your senses letting you down much faster than you anticipated and you could practically feel the smirk Jungkook was sporting right now, so you turn around to face him and boy, you werenāt wrong.
āOh, thatās got you speechless?ā He wasnāt mocking you, he felt sorry for you. These past boyfriends of yours never took the opportunity to appreciate the being that was you, never took the time to touch you or show you the love he felt you were entitled to.
He would be a dead man if he didnāt just do it himself.
āLook up for me, would you?ā
You hesitate at first, but before you could bask the sight of his face, Jungkook had trapped you in a slow moving kiss. Itās not too fast, nor is it too slow, but itās just enough to ease your mind and completely take over your being as your arms reach out to snake around his neck, eagerly pulling him in to deepen the kiss.
Your forwardness reassured him that you were all for what was about to go down and before you knew it, Jungkook was holding you tightly within his embrace whilst you straddled his lap, taking his cock like you were made for it. Youād completely forgotten about your broken heart; Jungkookās constant care and reassurance helping you to disregard todayās events and focus on him.
All these months of watching you chase after a man who didnāt deserve you, Jeon finally had you to himself.
This wasnāt going to be ājust a quick fuckā. The last thing he wanted was for you to assume he was doing this out of pity, but no, this would simply prove just how much he yearned for you. Jungkookās top priority was to please you first and foremost.
āBet that asshole couldnāt fuck you like this, huh?ā His tatted hands grip the flesh of your ass, squeezing generously as you whimpered on top of him, masking the illicit sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you. His hushed groans joined in as he looked down to where you both met only to see a glistening mess of your arousal coating his length.
Never in a million years did you think youād be in this position with your roommate and you only wished you realised sooner that the one who truly cared about you was right under your nose. You felt kinda stupid letting yourself go through useless heartbreaks and dodgy boyfriends when the one you really needed was here all along.
With Jungkook burying his face into the crook of your neck, things felt incredibly raw and intimate, not to mention, you felt so full, you wouldnāt need to force yourself to fake an orgasm around him.
āGonna come..ā You breathe out, your soft walls clenching around him as your hips moved up and down on its own, this time at a much faster pace, but Jungkook was eager to see you finish by his own doing.
His suddenly lifted his hips off the couch, thrusting up in you at such a deprived pace, knowing he was hitting all the right places by the pleasured look on your face. His arms snaked around your waist, his pace unwavering, āRight there, huh? That feel good?ā
You nod without hesitation, ignoring the way your inner thighs were tensing in anticipation, waiting for your high to drain you.
āGo ahead and cum, baby. I know how long he kept you waiting.ā
summary: Drunk words are sober thoughts, and now Jungkook knows all of yours ā even the ones about him. And you know what they say, once a secretās out, itās hard to take it back.
word count- 3.9kĀ
pairing- best friend!Jungkook x Reader
rating- PG 15
genre- f2l, idiots in love, fluff, slight angst, slight crack
warnings- reader is wasted, jungkook is a softie, SO MUCH PINING, mention of bondage and spreader bars lmfao
a.n- a birthday fic to celebrate my favourite bunny! happy birthday jk! this fic came to me after I read a scene in ten trends to seduce your best friend that had me cackling. read that book if you enjoyed this, that ones a real f2l slow burn hehe
special s/o to @daechwitatamic for beta reading, helping with the summary, and leaving the most hilarious comments on my doc haha I will cherish them foreverš
As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! š
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The room was spinning. A kaleidoscope of colours twirling in the air and you couldnāt help the bitterness rising through you. This used to be your favourite place, a library you had created after years of collecting your favourite words. Systematically organized, it seemed now that a hurricane had passed through.
Well, after ten drinks, you were nothing less than a hurricane. Books with their once perfect spines laid dog-eared and haphazard. You couldnāt find it. Couldnāt find the perfect words for the moment. There was always supposed to be something for every emotion in your collection.
Some may think losing yourself in fictional words was cowardice, but to you it was a reprieve. Reality was boring. In the real world you were just a nerdy overgrown virgin who would never confess your feelings to a man ā to the man. In reality, you would always be the girl who talked big about sex and hid behind bravado instead of ever opening yourself up to the vulnerability that came with it. The real you was a phony.
Warning: dirty talk, camgirl, voyuerism, squirting, sex toys, threesome, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex,
Description: Jungkook regrets introducing Jimin to your content. You're his favorite camgirl (and the only one he watches rigorously) and he would've never thought he would be head-to-head with his best friend. The contest? Win a night with you.
"Hyung stop it!" Jungkook hisses at his laptop, facetime open to see a determined Jimin. "I'm the one who introduced you to her content! That means I'm the one that deserves to win the contest!"
"That doesn't make sense, Kookie." Jimin rolls his eyes with a scoff. "It's a contest and I'm going to win it."
Jungkook groans, vigorously continuing to fill your inbox with multiple coins - that transfer into money - and he only knows Jimin is doing the same.
Jungkook was a man and like most men, he enjoyed the idea of porn. He wasn't a fiend - only watching it when he found it absolutely necessary. He wasn't one to exceed 5 minutes, either, and opted to find a video that would make him cum fast.
It changed when he found you. He was scrolling through pages of a random porn site, attempting to find the right video to watch. Suddenly, you popped up. He never usually clicks such ads, but you appear inviting. The link took him to a different website - your website. Quickly, he viewed an array of pictures that you allowed for free and he was hooked.
Worship Angel - and worship you Jungkook did.
Jungkook never paid for porn before. However, your website had him hooked that he couldn't help but want more. There was only one free video attached as a free trial - a 2 minute video of you riding a bright blue dildo like your life depended on it. He couldn't move his eyes away from how your pussy - wet and creaming - gripping around the dildo. It took him 5 seconds to wrap his hand around his cock and pump along with you.
It was embarrassing. Jungkook bookmarked your website and went back nearly everyday to the pornographic video. He memorized the sound of your moans when you came around the dildo. There was so many times he could watch this same video without wanting more - so he became a subscirber.
Jungkook doesn't regret his decision in subscribing to you - the first 3 months being 50% off and the following months 70,000 won. He didn't mind paying it, especially with all the content you gave. Pictures, gif's and videos - even livestreams! You had chats where you spoke to each subscriber and a private chatroom that they could enter for a small fee. Being awkward, Jungkook never entered, but he wasn't opposed to it.
Day by day, Jungkook finds himself entering your website. He turned on your notifications the second week when you had posted on your website that you'd be going live. He nearly died when he joined the livestream with a thousand other subscribers - the amount of money he tipped was insane. Each livestream he tuned in and watched - no matter where he was. If he was at work, he'd lock himself in his office with his airpods and muffle his sounds. If he was out and about with friends, he'd make an excuse to go to the nearest restroom - or leave all together.
This was one of the reasons why Jimin found out.Ā
One too many times Jungkook would scroll through his phone, widen his eyes and excuse himself. Over hangouts, dinner and even when they were shopping. He could never understand what Jungkook was doing until he peaked his eyes over his phone and caught you - legs wide open and pussy on full display. He notes how Jungkook stops scrolling on his phone to admire the photo. Before Jimin turned his head away, he made sure to catch the name of the website.
Worship Angel.
It didn't take Jimin long for him to subscribe to you. His favorite content of yours were the livestreams - the different toys you used, the slutty costumes and themes you went along with. He admired the way your pussy clenched around the array of dildos you used and how wet your clit got when you turned the vibrators on max.Ā
"I've been subscribed to her longer!" Jungkook suddenly screams over the phone.Ā
"If that's your logic then her first subscriber should win the contest." Jimin replies sassily.Ā
It was just yesterday when both Jimin and Jungkook got the same notification.Ā
New Notification from Worship.Angel: Hello, loves! I've been thinking of ways to give back to all my subscribers and what better way to thank you all than...having my lips wrapped around your cocks? š„° I'm currently hosting a 'Fuck a Fan' event. One of you can meet up with me and make a video together. It's up to you if we upload it or not! Fill out the form attached to this post and follow the correct protocol and we'll see who wins! Good luck, loves! I can't wait to fuck youĀ š
That email alone had both men hard and it wasn't long until two forms were sent to your inbox - along with thousands of coins being sent and soon transferred to your bank account.Ā
You were well acquainted with these men - they were big spenders. They bought items off of your wishlist often and sent tips whenever you went live - or even on random days when you weren't posting. You were intrigued by them and were positive that they were wealthy - how else could they spend thousands on you a week and then some?
You aren't sure what their actual names are or if their account names were a form of their own - Kookie and Jiminie. Those were the only two names that stood out to you in the sea of comments that flooded through on your livestreams. It was a pattern - they'd be the first two to join and call you beautiful and ask of your day - the only two to do so. They would tip you, starting with Kookie sending a large amount, and Jiminie sending the same or sometimes larger.
Again, it was a pattern. With the amount of money they sent you - though appreciated - you understood that both men had to know one another. Even now as you scan through the forms sent by both men, attached with a picture id and STD report no later than a week, you were sure they were well acquainted and possibly even fighting for your attention.Ā
Your mouth salivates at the picture ID's - they were young and gorgeous and their names were similar to the ones on their account. Park Jimin, a year older than you and a dance choreographer (that excites you, because all the dancers you've met had a way within the bedroom). Jeon Jungkook, self-employed photographer and videographer, a year younger than you.Ā
The last type of men you were expecting were two young men such as them - having no need to pay you for sex or even pay to watch what you do. You would be lining up with hundreds of girls to just get a piece of them - so in the end, it was safe to say that it was difficult to choose just one. Maybe it was selfish of you to ignore the other hundred requests coming in and just focus on these two men - but who wouldn't?
Your eyes opened the forms once more and eye their ID's when a smirk forms onto your lips and an imaginary light bulb blinks virgiously above your head.Ā
Worship Angel: Hello loves! š
Jimin hears the familiar notification go off from his phone. He had just finished his sandwich when he hears it - he knows it came from you because of the personal notification sound he set.Ā
Gulping, Jimin unlocks his phones and goes towards the app - a new one you created to be closer to your subscribers. He's never felt so seen before and it was easier than having to log into his account each time on the browser.Ā
Hundres of messages come through the public chat forum, all saying how sexy you were and they wished they could fuck you. Jimin rolls his eyes, he had more class than that.Ā
Jimine: Hello, Angel. š„°
Jimin scans the few comments and glares at a familiar name.
Kookie: How are you, Angel? Hopefully you're feeling well today. š
Jimin scoffs. Jungkook was such a kiss ass. He clicks the little coin button next to the chat.
Jiminie sent 120,000 won to Angel.
A few miles away in his own home, Jungkook snickers. "Fucking simp." he hisses as he witnesses the notification on the chat.Ā
Kookie sends 150,000 won to Angel.
tig_bitties: Not these two motherfuckers again. Can you guys let us have our moment? Not all of us have money to waste. š„ŗ
Jiminie: Then leave.
Jungkook: Right. Why are you here??? It's called WORSHIP Angel for a reason! š
You giggle at the comments. Unbeknownst to your subscribers, you could add anyone as favorites. That meant that whatever comment they posted would always show at the very top with a little star by their name - the same list Kookie and Jiminie were on.Ā
Worship Angel: I've decided on the winner of the 'Fuck a Fan' event. I'll be going live in 10 minutes. Don't miss out!
Jungkook flips Jimin off in the facetime, camera pointed at his face.Ā
"You think trying to one up me is going to make you win the Fuck a Fan contest?" Jimin smirks at his dongaseng.Ā
"She doesn't need a man the same size as her fucking her." Jungkook scoffs.Ā
Jimin widen his eyes. "Take that back."
It was ridiclious to be arguing with his best friend over fucking you - a camgirl who also had hundreds of other requests. Jungkook wouldn't be upset if he lost to anyone - but losing to Jimin? Unacceptable. If there was any chance that Jimin won against him, he'd have to make sure he didn't go. He had no guilty conscience in popping his tires if he needed to - that's just how serious Jungkook was about this.Ā
Yet and still, Jungkook and Jimin did bond over you. Their other friends didn't know the extent of just how fascinated they were with one woman. After every livestrream, Jungkook would text Jimin and asked what he thought about you squirting on the camera and Jimin would go on and on about how hard he came and soon they'd be discussing you for hours.Ā
Maybe it was a little obsessive - but they were men and who doesn't discuss porn with their friends?Ā
Jungkook sees the notification banner on his phone and clicks in in seconds. You were going live.Ā
Jimin does the same thing - apartments down in his own bedroom. He licks his lips when his eyes scans your figure in the skimpiest lingerie. Said lingerie was a bright yellow color and mesh - your erect nipples peeking through.Ā
Jungkoom moans when you playfully open your legs. You bring two fingers into your mouth to suck it. You bring them out of your mouth with a pop and rub them over your bare clit - the crotchless panties you wore made them easier. You spread the lip apart and Jungkook nearly dies by just how wet you were.
"Hello, loves!" your sweet voice sends shivers through Jimin's spine - you sounded just like an Angel. "The fuck a fan event is tomorrow. I can't wait to fuck you..." Jungkook wastes no time in throwing off his sweats and underwear and spitting into his hand, having no time to grab any lotion.
Besides you is the rubber sex toy - the torso and dildo that you enjoyed fucking because it always drove your subscribers wild pretending it was them. Besides said sex toy was your vibrator, a bright pink one that was one of your favorites, the power it held in such a small device was incredible. Your eyes skim over the comments, smirk on your lips when you see Kookie and Jiminie - your top subscribers. They funded your lifestyle completely and you made a mental note to do something special for your top subscribers - they should have a more exclusive access.
Jimin watches as you take hold of the torso. A string of saliva drips from your lips and atop of the tip of the rubber dildo - your hands cupping around the length of it and stroking.Ā
Jungkook is already pumping his cock, no regrets even when you haven't done anything yet.Ā
"I should tell you all about the Fuck A Fan event but I just can't wait..." you pout your lips cutely. You lift yourself up, grasping the vibrator as you plant both feet on your bed, camera on full view. You gently bring yourself down onto the cock, moaning as it enters you.Ā
Kookie: Take your time, Angel. We'll wait for you! š
Your eyes read the words from Jungkook. You turn on the vibrator, the buzzing sound being heard throughout your room and into the lives of hundreds of others. You slowly lift yourself from the dildo to crash down again. "Thank you, Kookie. You're always so patient with me."
Jungkook roughly pumps his cock in his hands, shaking his head. "Oh shit..." he hisses. The sound of his name coming from your lips has him over the edge and damn how he wanted to hear it again.Ā
Jimine sends 300,000 won to Angel.
Jimin just wants you to say his name the way you said Jungkook's. It wasn't fair!
"Thank you so much, Jiminie." you moan, pressing the vibrator to your clit as you continued to ride the cock like your life depended on it. You could see them when you close your eyes - it was easier to put a face to the name that was Kookie and Jiminie now that you knew who they were - and all you could think about was having them fuck you while one held the vibrator.
Jungkook cums in his hands, no matter if you moaned Jimin's name or not. Your pussy is making such filthy noises and you look beautiful - remarkably so. He's breathing heavy, hooded eyeslids not leaving his phone screen. Usually when he cums watching videos, he'd turn off the porno and feel ashamed - not with you. No matter how early you made him cum on himself, he'd always remain until you were done livestreaming, tipping in between.Ā
Jungkook sends 370,000 won to Angel.
Kookie: You're so beautfiul, Angel. š
Jimin: You truly are. Thank you for gracing us with your prescence! š„°
Jimin cums when he hears you release a high-pitched moan. His hands were warm and sticky but he could only sigh in relief. His forehead was dripping with beads of sweat and he was still trying to catch his breath.Ā
You looked towards the camera, positive that Jungkook and Jimin were watching, and smirk. "I can't wait to fuck you Kookie and Jiminie." you moan right before squirting, lifting yourself up from the dildo and releasing it all over your bed.Ā
Jungkook stiffens while miles away Jimin covers his hand - freshly clean - over his lips and gasps.Ā
You bid your goodbyes with a small smile and wave - even giving a little wink to the two men who you knew were watching you. You've made it clear that you desired both of them if anything. You've never had more than one man before - the idea of being dominated by two sends shivers down your spine.
You go onto your laptop to make corrections and to thank a few people for watching and spending their hard-earned money on you. You then go into the app settings and click on Kookie and Jiminie's account.
"You think she was mistaken when she said our names?" Jungkook asks.
"Maybe. We are her biggest tippers. Maybe that's what she meant?"
Jungkook nods. "Maybe you're right." he murmurs - yet and still, he couldn't get it out of his mind. He was jittery when you turned off the live and he wasted no time in facetiming Jimin.
You hit save and smirk. Now all you had to do was wait for them.
Jimin widens his eyes when he sees the notification bannering his phone. "Do you-"
"Yeah." Jungkook gulps. He presses the notification.
Worship Angel has added Jiminie and Kookie to Premium Plus Membership! Membership includes all-access to Angel herself with video calls, exclusive videos and pictures!
Jungkook grunts over the phone while Jimin bites his lips. He re-reads the message highlighted in green three times before he speaks.
"All access..."
"Exclusive videos and pictures..." Jungkook continues.
Both men squealed like school girls.
Jungkook scrolls through the exclusive pictures and videos in awe. Not all of them were sexual - some were selfies of you. He admires them nonetheless. Though he's seen your face on livestreams, you rarely show your face when you post pictures and even videos.
Worship Angel: Congradulations on winning the fuck a fan event, Jungkook and Jimin, as well as being added as Premium Plus members!
Worship Angel: Premium Plus means I spend exclusive time with you two more than Premium Members. You have access to more variety of pictures, videos and even on one - or two - video calls. Are there any questions?
Kookie: Thank you so much!
Jiminie: If you don't mind me asking...how does this event work when you chose both of us?
Jiminie: Thank you for choosing me!
Worship Angel: No problem, my loves
Jimin feels his heart pumps with excitement.
Worship Angel: I've looked into you two and assumed you both knew one another. Am I wrong?
Kookie: Unfortunately you're not
Jiminie: You're jealous
Kookie: Of your height? Never. š¤£
You giggle - they definetly knew one another.
Worship Angel: Whatever makes the two of you comfortable. We can meet one on one
Worship Angel: Or you can fulfil my dreams of having both of you. It's your call! š
"What do you want to do?" Jimin asks Jungkook over the phone. Today was the day of the Fuck a Fan event and to say he was neverous would be an understatement.
"She said she wants both of us." Jungkook shrugs. He sprays a few pumps of his cologne and licks his lips. "I'm down with it."
"You are?" Jimin furrows a brow. He's never had sex with one than one person. Obviously, he won't be doing anything with Jungkook - but having the younger be there is what terrifies him.
"Yes. You're my Hyung and I'm comfortable around you." Jungkook smiles. "Better you than a random old man on the street."
Jimin chuckles. "You're right, I suppose." he murmurs.
"Are we riding together or..."
"We can ride together. Make it easier." Jimin nods. It would die down the growing awkwardness he was feeling of Jungkook and he had a chance to talk on the way there.
"Come outside then, loser." Jungkook says, he's already honking his horn. He was caught in his own thoughts that he hadn't realized Jungkook wasn't in his room any longer and indeed outside his apartment.
On the way there, Jimin couldn't help but use the Preium Plus to his advantage. The entire day you were adding pictures and videos - showing off the lingerie you wore; claiming you wore it for them. His nerves were kicking in and having the chance to meet you was astonishing him.
Having the chance to fuck you...
Jimin shudders.
Jungkook kept his cool, yet his mind was swirling as his hands grip the steering wheel. All he can think about is having you beneath him, on top of him - even on top of Jimin. Your admition to wanting not just him, but his Hyung had him hard at the thought.
Jimin hears a notification - the personalized sound tells him that it's you.
Worship Angel: I can't wait to be on my knees for you guys
Worship Angel: It's making me wet just thinking about it...
Jimin closes his eyes to take a deep breath. Another plus of being part of Premium Plus - you talked directly to him and Jungkook.
"She's going to be the death of me." Jimin says aloud.
Jungkook snorts. "Can't handle it already?"
Jungkook bites his words now more than ever at the site of you in front of him. When he arrived at the address given to them, he had made sure he looked presentable before getting out of the car. The home sat on the edge of a long road, the last house of it. Before him or Jimin could knock on the door it opens - and he sees you wearing nothing but thong panties.
Jimin chokes and Jungkook finds it hard not to stare. He begins to blink, his eyes attempting to keep them on your face.
"Hello." you smile at them. Your hands - soft at the touch - gently grasp Jimin's then Jungkook's. You tug them inside and Jungkook closes the door behind him. "You seem nervous."
Jimin takes a deep breath. "Not everyday I get to be in the presence of such a lovely woman."
You giggle. "Really?" you tighten your grip on their hands. "I would think such men like you would have women lining up to suck your cocks."
It was Jungkook's turn to chuckle.
"Or is it just me?" you ask, turning to face them. Both men stopped dead in their tracks, and when you don't get a response you smirk at them. "Are you guys thirsty?"
Jimin nods. His throat was feeling dry and he could no longer stop himself from trailing his eyes down your body.
You bring them into a large room - Jungkook recognizes it immediately as the room you do all your livestreams in. The large round bed with satin sheets lay in the middle of the room. On your nightstand he sees all types of toys - dildos, vibrators and even plugs.
On the corner of the room, there's a camera and Jimin is sure this is how you record your content. He licks his lips as he examines the room - water bottles littering the table with even some bottles of alcohol.
"I figured you two would be nervous. Would Liquid courage help?" you grab ahold of a bottle of whiskey, furrowing a brow.
Jungkook nods.
"Before I hand it to you." you say, opening it and pouring three shots. "I want you two out of your clothes and down to your underwear."
Jimin doesn't hesitate. There's something about a woman demanding him to do something that makes his cock hard.
Jungkook follows soon after and sweetly, you smile and hand them the shot. "We're recording now. It's up to you two if you want to show the Premium members or keep it for just our eyes only." you lift the shot glass in the air. "You don't have to decide now. Cheers."
"Cheers." Jungkook and Jimin says in unison.
It happened in a matter of seconds - Jungkook taking his shot with you to you forcing Jimin into the bed to watch as you went down on Jungkook.
Jimin was once embarrassed - this was his donsaeng. But the way you wrapped your lips around Jungkook's cock and proceeded to gag was enough for him to wrap his hand around his own cock. Jungkook's head was pushed back and he twitches as you throat his cock - curses being released from his throat.
One thing for certain, you were going to have fun. With such fine men in your home, you wouldn't hesitate to have both of them - Jungkook's cock now hitting your throat as you massage his balls satiates you. Your eyes flicker to Jimin who has his eyes on you, cocking being pumped roughly in his hands.
"Shit." Jimin moans after witnessing you release Jungkook's cock from your lips and spit on it.
"I want your cock now." you look straight at Jimin who only whimpers needily.
Jungkook shudders - you were amazing. He's unsure how long it's been since his cock has been deepthroated - but he knew well enough that no one would compare to you. He turns his head to find you, ass in the air, as you proceed to suck off Jimin.
Jungkook bites his lip. Without thinking, his hand flies out to slap your ass roughly. You squeak against Jimin's cock, but Jungkook doesn't stop. Your ass was so slapable and the amount of times he wished he could do just this...he was going to have his fun.
Jimin, eyes hooded, witness as Jungkook removes the thong. "You're soaking through these." he chuckled. Jungkook was more confident and it showed. "You're already dripping on the sheets, Angel."
Your scream is muffled by Jimin's cock when you feel a warm tongue lick against your clit. Jungkook proceeds to lick along your clit, encouraging you to ride his face as he does so.
The site was truly something straight from a porn. You were now pumping Jimin's cock as Jungkook eats you out, hand occasionally slapping your ass. Jimin bites his lip. "You're sucking me so good, Angel." he whimpers, head pushed back.
Jimin didn't want to cum - not without feeling your pussy around him first. He yanks your head off of him. He pulls you away from Jungkook, who groans, and flips you to your back.
"Isn't she beautfiul, Kookie?" Jimin asks, marveled at the sight of your naked body wet beneath them. "I want to see her squirt."
Jungkook smirks and nods in agreement.
Your legs are being pushed open, both men between them. Jimin's mouth connects to your clit while Jungkook's fingers enter inside, curling. He wastes no time in pumping while Jimin proceeds to lick your clit sloppily - head bobbing back and forth and eyes up at you.
Your hands squeeze your breast at the sensation. You were a single woman who made a living in sex work. You only ever had sex by yourself - so to have two men catering to your needs is astonishing. Two experienced men at that.
"You're just a whore who needed to be stuffed, huh?" Jungkook shakes his head, hand pumping inside of you - determinded not to stop until you squirted like he wanted you to.
"She tastes good." Jimin huffs. His hands come beneath your knees to hook them up to your shoulders. The new position allows Jungkook to go even deeper - all the while Jimin licks at your clit as if it was his final meal.
"I-I can't handle it!" you moan out, shaking your head. "It's too-"
"We'll stop when you cum." Jungkook ignores your protests. You were soaking his hand, the creamy substance was dripping down his wrists now.
You twitched and jolted, eyes fluttering. It was too much - you thought it would be easy with these two men but you were mistaken. Now that they loosened up and were comfortable, they were completely animalistic.
"I-I'm cumming!" you shout suddenly, shaking your head. You could feel wet hot tears on your cheeks.
"Bitch is cumming so hard she's crying, hyung." Jungkook darkly laughs, pussy clenching around his fingers. A few more thrusts and you do just that - liquid shooting out of you and on the bed and their chests.
Jimin rubs your clit hastily with a nod of his head. "You're so wet, Angel. The wettest pussy I've ever seen."
You're trying to catch your breath, fingertips clenching your silk sheets. "I need someone to fuck me." you pleaded.
"How do you want to fuck her, Kookie?"
Jungkook imagined fucking you a million ways - but now that he was here with you, all he can think about was watching your ass bounce against his cock.
You feel Jungkook turning you around, bringing your ass to the air. You're so wet that he's sure he can slide himself right into you.
You yelp when you feel him - he's thick and filling you so well. "I want both of you to fuck me." you begged, opening your mouth wide for Jimin to enter his cock into you.
"Who knew you were so dirty, Angel." Jimin grasps your chin, bringing your lips to his cock.
"Ready, Hyung?" Jungkook asks, hands tightening around your waist.
Jimin nods.
Jungkook fucks into you rapidly, his eyes unsure where to land. Jimin was a different person - not the same caring and shy man he usually is. His hands tangle themselves into your hair as he thrusts inside of you. His thrusts were no different - skin slapping and gagging moans could be heard around the room.
A truly filthy scene.
You're still crying - happy tears. Lustful tears. Jungkook was fucking you too perfectly that you were sure by the end of this, you'd fall in love and end up stalking him. Jimin would be the same - the way he's thrusting into you ensures you that he knows exactly how to fuck.
"I want to cum on this ass." Jungkook slaps your ass - then again, and again and again. He wasn't going to last long - your pussy was just too wet and warm for him. One thing for sure - he'd remember this day up until his very last breath.
"Please cum on my ass." you choke out when Jimin releases your lips from his cock, refusing to cum just yet. "You're fucking me so good I'm going to cum again."
Jungkook's fingernails dug into your skin, he wasn't going to last with you moaning for him. He quickly pulls out of you and pumps his cock in his hand right above you.
You feel the warm substance on your ass and you sigh, head hanging. You could no longer hold yourself up, chest feeling tight. You've came twice already - and will be cumming again soon with Jimin.
"Damn." Jungkook falls back against the bed, eyes fluttering. He doesn't remember the last time he came that hard.
"Your turn." you lift your head to look at Jimin. Shakily, you tug him onto the bed. You were going to ride him like your life depended on it.
Jimin lays on the bed with you hovering above him. How many times had he watched you fuck yourself on camera wishing it was him?
Today it will be him.
Jimin hisses when he feels your walls around him. How were you so tight? The way Jungkook fucked you, he'd thought you would've been too tired to ride him.
Your feet are placed flat on the bed, hands laid loosely on his chest. You're crashing down on him, each time sending shivers up your spine. You feel him deep inside of you and with this you'll be coming soon with overstimulation.
Jimin is a mess, shaking his head with clenched eyes each time you crash against his cock. You were too tight and too wet for him to not act this way. He holds onto your waist, gently rubbing it.
"I can't believe how good you both fucked me." you murmur, leaning down so that your lips were near his plump ones.
Jimin opens his eyes, staring straight into yours. He thrusts into you, matching your pace, fingernails gripping your waist now. "Yeah?" he asks cockily. "I've wanted this pussy for so long."
Your hands grip his neck tightly, eyes narrowing. "Show me how much you wanted it, Jimine." you tease him.
Jimin does just that.
Your moans turn to high-pitched screams with the way his fucks into you. You're no longer moving, just hovering above him as he whispers dirty thoughts into your ears.
Jimin feels your pussy clench - months of watching you fuck yourself, he understands you're cumming. He admires the way your eyes brows knit and you begin to shake and tremble in his embrace. "Cum for me."
Jungkook regains consciousness in time to find Jimin pushing you saway and cumming on your stomach. He rubs his eyes just when Jimin lays besides you, breathing heavy.
Jungkook lays on the other side of you and releases a satisfactory sigh.
a/n: this was a request! hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii <3 ! haven't written a jk fic in such a long time, hope you guys would like this as much as you liked my previous one, and hopefully, the lovely person who requested this would like it too. hope i used your idea well! enjoy and as always, stay safe! xoxo
you'd be lying if you said you aren't a fan of your own friend.
you'd be lying if you said you don't know his every song word by word, if you said you don't try to go to his every concert and admire his legendary art that's expressed in flashy lights and embellished in high notes and guitar solos. you'd be lying, also, if you said that you don't have a crush on him.
and you're a good liar.
jungkook was born to be a rockstar, and most of the time, you dare think he was born to be your friend as well. only your friend, sadly. the theory that he was made for the stage was proven to you once again tonight, after he made a whole stadium scream all the words to his songs in a show that was nothing short of magical.
as you walk backstage, it's like the fiery buzz inside your body still lingers from earlier. your ears stuffed from the loud music, your throat raspy from singing, legs soft from jumping around a little too much. the adrenaline doesn't want to leave, holding on to every cell of your body like it would never depart.
it's stupid, you think. how after the years have passed, you never managed to confess to him, that you thought your little dumb crush would pass- even though it never did. you grew accustomed to every time that the butterflies in your stomach replaced the tired feeling after a concert when you went to see him backstage. tonight was no different. especially as his voice was starting to be heard from a room.
"tonight was fucking amazing, guys!" he exclaims happily just as you gaze inside the room.
"it sure was," you say excitedly, awaiting for his reaction. he turns around, his face lighting up even more when he sees you, legs already carrying him quickly towards your figure as he hugs you tightly with a wide smile on his face. "it's good to see you too!" you add out of breath as you wrap your own hands around him.
six years. that's how long you've been friends. you started out as nothing more than coworkers, back when he was at the beginning of his musical career and you were only an assistant to his old producer. things evolved fast, you had a passion for writing and producing, he was the only one interested in it, and that was one of the many things that brought the two of you together. the passion you both had for music.
you left the label just a year after you met, hand in hand, ready to take on the challenges that the industry was ready to throw at the both of you.
you wrote and wrote and wrote. jungkook sang even more. and in your little home improvised studio, you managed to write, record and produce what is remembered, even to this day, as his best album.
his career boomed after that. tv appearances, fully-booked concerts in big-ass stadiums, a lot of awards (he even took you as a date to the grammys that one time), and even movie castings. no one could get enough of him. not even you.
you both became a lot more busy after that, success was taking over your lives and so, you didn't have much time to see each other. but you still did once every couple of months at his concerts, or at your birthdays, or random dinners you would plan.
he writes his own songs now, what a pity. but he still asks your opinion for each and every one of them.
"you're here!" he says, leaning out of the hug. "you made it!"
"of course i made it!" you answer with equal excitement that you find in his tone while looking into his eyes.
"oh, don't you dare say that," the man scolds as he breaks physical contact with you. "i know how busy you always are."
you smile. it's true, but never too busy to make time for him.
sometimes you asked yourself if jungkook actually knew how you felt about him. if deep in his heart he knew one of his best friends had feelings for him, but didn't want to accept it. once in a while you caught yourself staring at him for too long, or answering him in a sweeter tone than you usually do, even trying to look your best every time you saw him. maybe he knew and didn't feel the same, so he chose to ignore it.
you liked to fantasize about how it would turn out if you ever confessed to him- if it would play out like in those romance movies and he will say that all this time, he felt the same about you. you'd go ahead and move in together, you would be with him during the tours, seeing his every concert, and he would be in your studio every time you finished a song so he can hear it first.
but jungkook was a precious friend. you could never ruin that with your stupid crush.
you greet the members of his band, which you already know too well. jungkook took great pride in being your friend, so he made sure you got to meet them even before he played his first show. you congratulate them for the amazing show, and then go back to catch up with jungkook.
"so there's this after party," he says, looking at you with a demanding look on his face. it makes your heart skip a few beats. "you coming, right?"
his hair is a lot different than the last time you saw him. he used to have this beautiful medium-long black hair that went just below his pretty eyes but now he shaved his sides, bleaching it on top and dyeing it in a beautiful minty color. he sent you a picture right after he got the new haircut a few days ago, saying that he needed "a pop of color in his life now that he got to see you so rarely.". you thought about that message for days. he had a new piercing in his brow, and a few more tattoos on his hand.
"so you can ditch me again for some girl?" you huff, rolling your eyes at him jokingly.
although fame took over his life, jungkook never abused his power, but still, he was a man with needs who knew how to take advantage of his looks to take any girl into his bed. it was of no surprise when he looked way above hot even before he was a star. it never really bothered you, seeing him with all those pretty girls. it's not like you ever confessed to him.
"i never did that!" he says, hand over his heart, taking fake offense to your words. you raise a brow and he laughs. "okay, fine, I'm all yours tonight."
it makes you laugh too, knowing that at the end of the night, this will be proved as a lie and it will be just another thing you can shove in his face the next time.
"c'mon it's a good opportunity for us to catch up with each other," he pleads as he places a hand on top of yours, making your skin burn right underneath his touch.
"all right then, playboy," you say while slapping his firm shoulder. "you're lucky I'm in the mood to get wasted."
in no more than half an hour, you already arrive at the club where jungkook's party takes place. the place is crowded, filled with pretty models, different artists that you recognize from tv, and even artists you collaborated with. you see a few fellow producers that you greet with the wave of a hand and a bright smile. as you look around, you realize that the place is filled with celebrities and you might just be the most mundane of all.
you follow your friend who aims straight for the bar, greeting the bartender with a cozy handshake. he says something close to his ear, making sure he is heard even with the loud music playing in the background. the other man nods and places two shot glasses on the bar, filling them right after with clear liquid.
"cheers!" he shouts as he hands you a shot, while he takes the other one. you click the small glass to his and throw your head backward as you let the vodka pour down your throat, burning its way to your stomach.
"i'm just gonna go and say hi to some people around, that ok?" he asks as he gets closer to your ear. you remain petrified for a second, getting a whiff of his perfume as all your attention goes to how his shoulder leans into yours, the simple gesture making your heart beat faster.
you manage to nod, and with a smile on his face, jungkook makes his way through the crowd, greeting people left and right, as he makes it known that the real star of the night has arrived.
time passes by and you're left with no other choice than to drink some more, or to hold conversations with a few familiar faces that recognize you as well. you're about six shots and two cocktails down and everything starts to feel more familiar. the dance floor filled with people having fun, the bright colorful lights that shine on you every now and then as you sway your body left and right to the rhythm of the song playing...what feels the most familiar though, is how jungkook has ditched you yet again. when you see him in the corner talking to a beautiful red-haired girl, flirting his ass off as she can't stop smiling at his words, you just scoff, realizing you need another drink.
you make your way to the bar, pushing past the sweaty bodies until you reach your destination and ask for a drink.
"haven't seen you around," you hear a husky unfamiliar voice from next to you.
you turn your head to find the source and you're met with a pleasing sight. a tall man sitting straight on the stool next to you as he drinks from a glass of whiskey. his hair is dark brown, swiped away from his beautiful face, making his sharp jawline more prominent than it might be in reality. in your drunken-daze you realize that you've never seen him before- he would be a recognizable sight for you have rarely seen men as handsome as he is.
"i could say the same," you say as you raise your glass in front of him. it takes a few seconds before he touches it with his glass and drinks some more of the brown liquid.
"i'm kai." he says, beautiful smile adorning his features as he offers you his hand.
"y/n." you reply, shaking his big hand shyly. he has a soft hold on you, not making it last longer than a few seconds so you don't become uncomfortable.
"what brings you around here, y/n?" he asks curiously, and fuck, your name sounds so delicious rolling out his pretty mouth.
"ah," you begin while pulling a stool closer to him before plopping down onto it. "he is what brings me here." you complete, pointing to jungkook who seems to have a business yet to be finished with the redhead.
the more you look at him the more your heart sinks down your chest. how could he abandon you again? he could be such an asshole sometimes.
"didn't know the man of the hour had such a beautiful girlfriend," kai purrs the compliment as he leans closer.
"oh, no, no, no," you quickly blurt out with a chuckle. "i'm not his girlfriend."
he raises his brows, intrigued by your answer. you take the time to scan his features more, wide eyes framed by long eyelashes, rounded chin, and plump lips- very kissable at that.
"what?" he asks, amused by your own involuntary giggle that came out of you at the sound of your thoughts. the room spins around a little as you look into his eyes, he is definitely a charmer.
"i was just thinking," you blurt with a stupid grin on your face. alcohol in combination with a very hot man that seems to be interested in you might not make such a good combination.
"do tell," he urges as he suddenly moves one strand of hair from your face, tucking it safely behind your ear. your heart skips a bit, forcing your eyes to widen as you look at him.
"your lips," you say shyly, drifting your attention back to the meaty element plastered on his face.
"what about them?" he asks as his face comes closer to yours. he intimidates you, not in a bad way but in a "you're really drunk and you don't think you can resist him" kind of way. but then again, his attractiveness might be something you could not resist even if you were the most sober woman on earth.
you dare say nothing more as you place a hand on his muscly bicep, not knowing if you should push him away or pull him closer. time seems to be frozen in place as he awaits for your answer, and you have none other to give.
things are quite different on the other side of the room. jungkook's attention has been fully on you since the moment you sat on the bar stool, ending any conversation he had right then. his eyes were fully fixed on you, and of course, the stranger at the bar who was so obviously flirting with you. you seemed to be flirting back as well, fluttering your eyelashes at him any chance you got, and a certain unidentified feeling started to burn in the pit of his chest, making him rush to you when he saw you getting closer and closer to him. there was no way in hell you would hook up with that man in the state you're in.
jungkook often mistook jealousy for worry, but now was not the time to debate on that, not while you were almost kissing the man in front of you.
he came out of nowhere, grabbing you by your arm as he excused himself in front of kai and dragged you to a quieter hallway. a darker one that most probably led to the bathrooms, which no one was even interested in.
"what are you doing?" he growls into your ear, and if you didn't know him better you would say he sounds jealous.
"what?" you ask confused as you piece things together. "the guy at the bar?"
"yes. what was that?" he demands to know, his chest pressed against yours as he traps you between the cold wall and his sturdy body.
you start laughing, trying to push him away, but he doesn't move an inch. you look up to him in the dim lighting of the club, his cold features traced by the shadows, his wet lips that you'd wish to kiss instead of that one guy who now sits alone at the bar, you notice as you turn away from jungkook.
"can you answer me?" he asks again, this time in a softer tone as his hands cup each side of your face.
there's nowhere else to look than into his eyes. you feel mad knowing that he suddenly feels betrayed by the one thing he always does to you.
"what? i was just blowing some steam off for fuck's sake! am i not allowed? are you the only one who gets to ditch me?" you spit, feeling frustration take over your body. the audacity he has, to account you for his action when he is reckless with his own.
"just go hook up with some girl around here and leave me alone," you add as you slap his hands off your face, pushing him away as you try to maintain your balance enough to walk away from him.
"you're drunk." he remarks.
"so?" you ask.
"so you're gonna fuck some guy you just met in this state?"
maybe. maybe not. what's his deal anyway? you're a fully grown adult who can make decisions for yourself.
"i don't see how that's your problem." you reply, turning your back on him.
you take two, maybe three steps before you feel his hand pulling you back, pinning you in the same spot against the wall, trapping you again with his muscular body.
for a second you think you are dreaming. that he is not there, and neither are you. that his lips on top of yours are just a figment of your imagination, and the smell- no, his smell, is just a ghost of all the times you were close enough to him to smell it.
your nails dig into your palm just to make sure you're not imagining, and this is really happening.
his hand brushes your cheek, soft lips searching your own for some kind of resistance- which they are not met with. you melt into it, it's something you craved for such a long time, isn't it? jungkook's body presses further on yours, leaving you breathless when his other hand hugs your waist, and his tongue pushes past your lips to play with your own wet muscle.
he tastes sweet, you realize, not like alcohol the way you do, but sweet nectar that gathers on his tongue every time he slides it on your own. your body feels hot, jungkook's might be even hotter as your hands place themselves on his torso only to feel his hard abs.
no. this can't be right.
"no, no, no," you say quickly, snapping back to reality, causing jungkook to quickly stop his actions. "what are you doing?" you ask, searching his eyes filled with confusion to find an answer.
"didn't you say you wanted to blow some steam off?" he asks innocently, waiting until you roll your eyes to show you one of his smug smiles.
true. but is this the answer? you keep thinking that this must come at a price. that you will give in to temptation and end up regretting every decision you've ever made.
his face gets close to yours again. you close your eyes, preparing for another kiss, but it doesn't come. jungkook's nose brushes your own softly, then your cheek, then it grazes against your eyelashes sweetly. it tickles in a pleasant way so you giggle quietly, but he is so close that you bet he can hear your heartbeats, even over the loud music.
"come home with me," he says after a low chuckle. "please." the man adds, whispering close to your ear just so that his hot breath fans over your sensitive skin.
his voice is trembling as he pleads for you to grant his wish, and you barely manage to keep your knees from shaking as you think about his proposal. it would not be the first time you go to his home, of course, but it was the first time when it actually implied something more than just staying over.
"what for?" you tease, placing your hands on his wide chest.
you get to feel more of him as he chuckles in response to your words. you feel his muscular chest, his irregular breaths, his warmth, and even the way his heart beats.
"to blow that steam off," he answers smugly as his hands take a hold of you again, finding comfort on your hips.
"you mean you want to fuck me?" you ask bluntly. maybe the alcohol was starting to affect you a bit now.
"you don't?" he pushes, pulling you closer by your hips until there's not even an inch in between your bodies.
you do. it's like a wish come true, in reality, and in the magic of the moment, you don't even bother yourself with overcomplicated existential questions like "does he even like me, or does he just want to fuck me?" or "what is going to happen if you do it? will you still be friends? will you even talk tomorrow?". you decide to handle these questions another time, right now you aren't going to say no to something you want to do anymore.
"let's go then," you say as you lace your fingers with his, leading him out of the club. he follows closely in your footsteps, holding your hand tightly as his body comes in contact with yours once every few people decide to not make space for both of you.
you find a cab as soon as you're out of the noisy club. the driver- a middle-aged man that was polite enough to turn on the radio loudly as soon as you and jungkook started kissing, seemed to have no idea who the man accompanying you is. the exact same man who was now touchier than ever, sliding his smooth palm all over your body.
"we're in a cab." you remind him quietly when his ear comes in the proximity of your mouth.
he only chuckles darkly, scooting closer to you as he makes sure the driver doesn't see any part of your body in the mirror. his hands slide slowly up your thighs as he makes eye contact with you, lips adorning a wide smile.
"i'm sure he's seen worse, baby," he assures you as his palm climbs up your leg, until it reaches the zipper of your jeans. he pulls it down slowly while kissing your neck, his hand sneakily toying around with the elastic band on your panties.
you bite your lower lip in disbelief, trying to contain shaky breaths as jungkook's mouth becomes more insistent on your neck, leaving wet kisses and red marks blooming on your skin as he sinks his teeth into it. his smell is driving you insane, expensive cologne scented like musk and bergamont that invades all your senses, leaving no room for anything other than him.
fuck, you think as soon as his hand slides past your panties and finds a hold of your aching clit quickly, way too quickly. he smiles when your hips rise to meet his touch, craving for more as his fingers start rubbing smooth circles on your bud, igniting a certain heat in the whole entirety of your body. he kisses you again, drowning your silent moans with his mouth, his lips, his tongue, his teeth. you can't get enough.
your hand trembles as it reaches out for him, going straight to the erection in his slacks, rubbing it in the same rhythm he rubs you. you're surprised by the length and the girth of it, making your mouth water instantly as you think how it would be to have him inside you. your pussy craves it, and aches for it as jungkook's hand shows no mercy in rubbing your clit with immense hunger to see his purpose fulfilled.
you start zoning out, already feeling your body sensing everything at once when your orgasm is just near the corner, only a few more strokes and- the car stops. you jump alerted as you look out the window.
jungkook removes his hand rapidly, letting you zip your pants as he does the same with his and inches away from you. mere seconds away from him let you feel empty, unfulfilled.
"we've arrived." the driver dares to say shyly as he lowers the volume of the music.
jungkook mutters an awkward thanks as he hands him the money for the ride- way more than it could've ever cost to bring you home, but that should make up for what the driver witnessed on the way home.
you both get out quickly, and your friend is quick to come by your side and hold your waist, pulling you closer to his body, as you both start laughing.
he opens the door to his home and you enter, immediately feeling his touch as you step inside. jungkook pulls you up by the back of your thighs, and you hug his waist with your legs in your time. his palms hold you in place by your ass, stroking it sinfully as he latches his lips onto yours once again, carrying you through his empty rooms until you reach his bedroom. where he places you gently on the mattress.
he sits at the corner of the bed, removing his shirt with a single move as he looks down at you. his body is slightly illuminated by the moon shining outside his big windows and you do nothing but glare at his toned abs as you struggle to remove your shirt as well. he giggles at your clumsy attempt to do so and quickly comes to your aid, pulling it from your body. he unbuckles his belt, stepping out of his pants as his body is left only adorning his boxers. you admire him once more, taking more than a few seconds to look at his thick thighs and the half erection he has while he stands looking at you in his full naked glory. fuck, he's so hot.
the next article of clothing tossed away is your own pants, which he so masterfully gets you out of as he kneels on the ground, between your legs which he now spreads. you support your weight on your elbows as you look into his eyes, not able to mutter even a single word as he pulls your panties down with a swift movement. he pulls you closer to him, starting to place wet kisses on your thighs as he gets closer and closer to your core.
"you're so wet," he says as he slides a finger down your folds, parting them while he gathers all your wetness on his digit. "seems like you've been wanting to do this just as long as i have." he growls lowly just before latching his lips to your clit, stroking it with his tongue.
you're too busy being overwhelmed with pleasure to analyze his words for more than a second, your mind goes entirely blank as all you can focus on are the movements of his muscle. he sucks it gently, licking his way down your hole, and then back to your sensitive bud again sucking it more forcefully every time.
two fingers slide in easily, massaging your velvety walls as they make your core throb, tightening around his slender digits as you feel the pressure to let go in your whole body. he curls them inside you, brushing them against a sensitive spot you believe no one has reached ever before. his mouth shows you no mercy, he uses it to lick, and kiss, and even nibble on your clit, making your whole body spasm under his touch.
"cum for me, baby," jungkook murmurs, fastening the pace that his fingers drive into you effortlessly. "i wanna lick it all up." he adds, and his wicked words aid you in coming closer to your release. like a desperate slut, you grab his hair in a fist, while moaning awfully loud as you feel your whole body tremble. just like that, stars explode in your whole body, the electrical feeling making you feel like you're ascending to heaven as your walls pulsate around his masterful fingers. you've never had such a godly orgasm.
a man of his word, he indeed licks all of your sweet release, not letting even a drop go to waste. he rises slowly, bed shifting under his weight as he picks you up by your waist and plops you on the center of the bed. his chin is glistening, thanks to the mix of his saliva and the juices he squeezed out of you. taking your bra off, jungkook stops for a few seconds, admiring your naked body as his hands travel from your neck, to circling your nipples and then back to your thighs as he pulls you closer to his form.
"you're so fucking beautiful," he says as he smashes his lips into yours, kissing you with the same hunger that he used just a few moments earlier to devour you. his compliment make your insides twirl, heart beating faster than ever before as you swirl your tongue around his, tasting yourself on it.
your hands scratch his wide back slowly as they travel south, moving downwards just until they meet his fully erected cock. you slide them inside his boxer, finally stroking his veiny shaft. jungkook groans into your mouth, and you take pride in the fact that he acknowledges your touch and deems it pleasurable. his hips start moving as they create friction between your soft hands and his twitching member. fuck, he wants this just as bad as you do.
not being able to resist your touch any longer, jungkook gets rid of his boxers immediately, throwing them somewhere on the floor before he reaches for the drawer of his nightstand. he opens the red foiled package and slides the condom on his cock skillfully. he positions himself between your legs as he gives himself a few starting pumps.
"is this ok?" he asks all of a sudden as he stops abruptly.
"you think i'm going to stop this when you're about to fuck me?" you ask back, amused of the situation and the abrupt change in his attitude.
he chuckles, as he teases your entrance with his tip, leaning over you and taking one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting softly into it. it makes you shiver, moaning his name filled with pleasure and a burning desire to feel him take over you completely.
"do you want me to fuck you?" he asks, voice laced with sin as he looks up to you, focusing his attention to the other nipple.
"fuck- yes!" you moan as a reply just when he lets out your nipple with a loud pop.
"how?" he interrogates further, using kisses to climb up your chest.
no one has ever asked you this before, all the men you encountered in bed until now were always selfishly chasing after their own pleasure, so they never asked what were yours.
"rough," you manage to blurt out as you feel him up again, touching his biceps and feeling muscles contract due to him supporting his weight above you. "hard...i want you to ruin me," you say before his head shoots out in surprise and he looks at you, his expression morphing quickly into a satisfied one before he kisses your jaw softly.
"never took you for someone who would enjoy that," he whispers close to you as he pushes up, aligning himself once more with your entrance.
he thought about it before?
"just tell me to stop if it becomes too much," he says just before his hands hug your waist and turn you around, your face buried instantly into the pillows as he positions your ass up.
he pushes in slowly at first, letting you grow familiar with his cock as your breath hitches from the amazing stretch. he goes in and out lazily, brushing his palms over your ass cheeks as he does so. you're already out of breath when he starts bucking his hips faster into you, setting an incredible pace that makes you hold his sheets tighter in your fists. his cock slides against your walls smoothly, hitting the newly discovered sensitive spot over and over again.
there's not much room for talking, the room is filled with moans from both of you and pleads of each other's names- they sound just like desperate prayers. he grows impatient, violently smashing his hips against your ass just like you asked, making you feel close to cumming again with each and every drive inside of you. your body burns, jungkook's body does too, making beads of sweat fall down on his white and clean sheets like a reminder to both of you of what has happened when all of this will end. you don't want it to end.
but contrary to your wishes, the man's hand finds your sensitive clit for the third time tonight, urging you to release a high-pitched moan as he starts rubbing again, faster, rougher than before. it takes a few moments before you come again under his touch, and when you do, it downs you both, his own hot seed filling up the condom as he tries to regain his breath, collapsing over your drained body. you both crumble like sand, melting into each other like you are one single being.
you feel him soften inside of you just before he pulls out, leaving your hole feeling lonely and empty as you finally drop your ass into the mattress, sinking your body into it as you roll around, managing to see him.
he's removing his condom, tying it before he throws it on the ground. "gross!" you'd think in other circumstances, but not now. he lays back into the bed, next to you, as he looks at your body like a hunter looking at a beast he managed to finally tame. sparkles are dancing in his eyes when he finally looks into yours, cupping your cheek lovingly before kissing you. he pulls you closer, but doesn't say anything, so you don't either. you nestle comfortably into his side as he hugs you warmly, the surfaces of your bodies sticking together because of the sweat.
he strokes your hair gently and you let yourself be taken to sleep in his hold as you inhale his perfume again, this time filled with the pure smell of his sweat filled with pheromones.
morning comes like a punch in the face. your head hurts because of the alcohol, and your body feels sore because of the sex. jungkook still sleeps, a few inches away from you as his chest rises slowly with each breath he takes. he looks so different, so peaceful from his usual self that is on the stage, singing his heart out onto the mic while all the lights shine on him. now, the only light shining on him is the one of the morning sun, stroking his features gently.
you get up slowly, searching for your panties quietly and putting them on.
"are trying to sneak out?" you hear his raspy voice. your attention goes to him again, laid out on the bed as he stretches, legs fully spread out and his body only masked by a piece of the blanket that covers his manhood.
"not really," you smile, as you put your shirt on lazily. "i was cold."
you get back on the bed, wrapping your own body, as well as jungkook's with the blanket. you scoot closer to him, and he instinctively hugs you like it's all he's done his entire life. minutes of silence pass before he says something again.
"would it be weird to ask you on a date now?" he chuckles.
you do too, placing your head on his chest in order to hear his heartbeats. louder than you could ever imagine jeon jungkook's heart could beat for you.
"you ask all the girls to dates after you fuck them?" you ask amused, thinking about just how many women have been in the exact same place you are right now. how many of them got to experience the magical touch of your friend?
"not really," jungkook says as he hooks his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him in hopes that you would be able to read the honesty in his eyes. "just you." he whispers as he kisses your forehead gently.
"careful, kook, if somebody hears you they might think you like me," you say with a grin on your face as you push your weight into your elbow.
"and they might be right." he replies, same cute smile on his face as he brushes your hair out of you eyes and tucks it behind your ear.
the same gesture offered by kai last night, only it does not make you feel the same way. last night it made you intimidated, maybe even fearful of what may come next, but now it feels loving, and calming, putting your heart at ease as it does with the rest of your body.
"i do like you." he states clearly, staring into your eyes and waiting for your reaction. he doesn't know where it's coming from, but he's sure he can't ignore the way his heart] gallops faster around you anymore, nor can he forget the jealousy he felt last night. you belong with him, not some random guy at the bar. not anyone else, for that matter.
it's such a cliche, you think as you remain petrified upon hearing his confession. you lived in fear of confessing only to realize that you lost years and years wondering what could be instead of what can be.
better late than never, right?
"i like you too." you say back, kissing him after what feels like an eternity.
Summary: Jungkook. Itās only a name you learn after your son kicks his ball over the fence. Before that you only knew him as the hot new neighbour who mows his lawn topless. And though you have no intention of getting to know him anymore than that, inevitably you do. You donāt necessarily fall, itās too slow for that, but you definitely develop feelings you donāt intend to feel. Because you know men like him, and you know that whatever youāre feeling, heās probably not feeling the same. All the same, however hard you try, you canāt help yourself.
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Genre: fluff; angst; smut; single mum reader
Word count: 20.6k
Warnings:Ā Single mum, small fights, explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), safe penetrative sex, reader thinks Jungkook is cheating/playing the field, angst, but also fluff, child gets injured (though not seriously), talks of cuts and a small amount of blood.
Authors Note: Happy Saturday! Hope youāre having a nice weekend so far :)Ā
āAsk him to mow your lawn.ā
āWhat? Rosie, why would I āā
āBecause look at your lawn, Y/N,ā she twists to look at you with a flat face before looking back out your front window with dreamy eyes. āAnd then look at him.ā
You look at the man in question, every glistening, no-tee-shirt-on, tattooed sleeved, square inch of him. Ok, so maybe you get her point a little. Still, youāre not about agree with her.
āI can mow,ā you defend yourself instead. āAnd my lawns not that bad.ā
āBut can you mow like him?ā
āAnyone can mow like him. Heās literally just going up and down the grass.ā
āY/N. Please. Just look at that body.ā
āI thought you wanted me to look at his mowing.ā
You catch her rolling her eyes as you twist to sit properly on your sofa, no longer wanting to objectify your new neighbour. You donāt even know his name and yet youāre already ogling at the beads of sweat that roll down the many abs heās sporting. The feminist in you is ashamed.
Summary: being friends for 10 years means nothing, especially when he betrays your trust so easily.
Pairing: Jungkook x reader; Taehyung x reader
Genre: angst, fluff, friends to (?)
Warnings: Jungkook being a dumbass and jerk; random people making fun of oc; Taehyung being that supportive friend!; jungkook thinking with his dick; slight smut (jungkook not oc); broken promises; thereās some moments even I cringe (sorry!)
Authorās note: hopefully itās posted as the revised version because I canāt possibly remember everything that gets deleted once I publish it.
masterlist ā I loved you | 01 | 02
āMaāam, we really need this table. Are you sure your friend is coming?ā
āYes Iām sure, heāsā¦ just in trafficā you argued back, while stuffing yourself with bread. Bread, that soon will run out, seeing as you havenāt stopped shoving it in your mouth every-time a waiter would stop by and ask the same thing.
You couldnāt help it, whenever you happen to be nervous or embarrassed, you would eat anything.
āFor 3 hours?ā The waiter sassed, as if it were in their job description. Especially with the way she stared at you, up and down. She was looking at you from head to well, whatever she could see.
āYeah! He lives far away, okay?ā You snap, annoyed with the questions that have such obvious answers.
Your worst nightmare has started to become your reality. You were being stood up, and by your friend! It was just too embarrassing to fully process, and confess especially since he made the reservations, as a way to make up for flaking every single time you both planned something together.
It seems like he never learns. You wanted to get up from this uncomfortable chair, but your legs forbid you from doing so. Not because they were tired, or asleep but because they had too much pride. Your legs didnāt allow you to admit that you were friends with someone, who clearly did not prioritized or cared for you. Seeing as he didnāt even try to call or text you, to let you know that he was in fact not showing up.
And the staff, that kept bugging you with their stares, and whispers, that were incredibly loud, and cruel.
āYeah, sheās clearly lying. I mean sheās been sitting for 3 hours! itās quite patheticā the brunette, green eyed girl, laughs. Her annoying, identical co-workers followed along. It looked like they were in choir, they harmonized every time they made a joke about you.
āThere must be a rule about kicking people out after a certain amount of hoursā the taller one interjected.
āOr a rule about employees gossiping rather than doing their actual jobā Jungkook chimed in. His face was red with anger, and exhaustion from the lap he had to do to get here on time or well just arrive in general.
āOh! We werenāt-ā
āDoing your job? Yeah, I noticedā he scoffed.
āI apologize sirā the brunette hair girl, slightly bowed hoping this would excuse her poor behavior. She kept looking at Jungkook, to see if he was willing to show her mercy. She side glances the other coworkers, and nudges them to also ask for forgiveness.
āYes! We are extremely sorryā they harmonize again.
āYeah, well you shouldnāt apologize to me. Iām the asshole who showed up 3 hours late. The one you should apologize to, is over there looking beautifulā he points towards you. The girls eye each other, trying their hardest to resist rolling their eyes.
They simply nod and walk towards your table.
You noticed them all come together like a flock of birds. You reach out to the basket for the bread, and notice that you have already finished all of it again.
You attempt to sit up, trying to fix your posture. Especially since these girls are making you feel inferior, as if they were better looking than you. The worst part was that they were.
āGood evening maāam. We would like to apologize for the words that came out of our mouthsā
You turn your head left and right, and try to spot any cameras or microphones. Were you being punked right now? Because it sure felt like it.
But through your inspection, your eye caught a man with a smile to die for. His bunny teeth softened his look, especially since he had just finished his meeting, meaning he had his well ironed suit on. Thereās no doubt that the clothes someone wears helps their appearance, but with him, it was slightly different. It didnāt matter what he was wearing, because his face and body made him rock anything.
You try to fight back the smile that was about to sprout. You almost want to wave the waitresses off, but by the looks of it, this was Jungkookās doing.
āAnd what exactly were the words that came out of your mouth? You know, to be fully aware of what I should be accepting forgiveness forā you make an insane amount of hand gestures, because thatās just how you express yourself.
You felt in an oddly satisfying way, proud and confident. There was just something about karma. You hated it when it meant you getting the short end of the stick, but right now, it was the best thing ever made.
āUmā
Everyone stayed silent. No one had the courage to admit to what they had said. It made no sense, not even a minute ago they were tearing you apart and now they couldnāt think of a single thing?
āYes?ā You questioned. āDid you need me to remind your boss? Because I can easily give them the list of horrible things you said to me. I mean I was just minding my business, and there you wereā you glanced towards the area where they had their āmeetingā.
āNo! Itās- we are very sorry for calling you pathetic, a liar andā¦.loserā
You nod your head, while your lower lip is tucked behind your upper lip. The employees continued staring at you, and you couldnāt resist it anymore. You burst in laughter, and you hear that deep but gentle laugh getting closer. The vein on your forehead was becoming visible, and that just meant you could hardly breathe.
Jungkook grabbed the chair, and moved it backwards to give himself enough space. He stared at your hysterical state, and couldnāt help but laugh along with you. This was not a joke, but it was so damn hilarious.
āYou guys can leaveā you shoo them away. āSo you wonāt tell us?ā They instantly questioned.
You and Jungkook gave each other a look and shrugged.
āNah, you work at a minimum paying job, I shouldnāt throw you more obstacles by getting you firedā they all growled at your accusations. They were doing fine, so who gave you the right to them they werenāt?
āI would leave if I were you. Sheās hungry and angry, itās not a good combinationā Jungkook whispered, as a wide smile began to spread.
You were sure that they wanted to cuss you out instead of walking away, and they might even possibly spit in your food but you didnāt give a fuck. You had a splurge of energy, confidence. You felt like you were on top of the world.
But your eyes caught a glimpse of the reason for your current outburst of confidence. You fiddle with the spoons, as you prepare for Jungkookās lame excuse.
āI really didnāt forget about you!ā He waved his hands in front of you. His eyes filled with terror, they widen the second you were alone.
āLook. I might not have called you out in front of them, but Iām over itā this. Jungkook you canāt keep promising something, and then breaking it like nothingā Your voice sounds more like a whisper, due to the exhaustion of reminding someone everyday to do better, and instead receiving worse.
āDo you think I want to break my promise? Answer honestly, I wonāt get madā he clenched his teeth, already showing you that he was preparing to get angry.
āI donāt know,ā you mumble. āBut it doesnāt seem like you care too much for it. I mean you break them every single time. I canāt remember a time where you actually followed throughā you shake your head, annoyed at the fact that you actually couldnāt Ā remember the last time he actually did something for you.
āY/nā¦ā he tried grabbing your hand, and you pulled away instantly.
āDonātā¦ if you canāt keep whatever comes out of your mouth, then donātā you nibble on your bottom lip, attempting to hold the cries that are trying to break out.
āIāll change. I willā
They shouldnāt hold any significance to you, especially when he hasnāt given you a single reason to believe in them. Yet still, you interlock your hands with his, and give him a gentle smile.
He knew he wouldnāt, you knew he wouldnāt,but still you both chose to lie.
The hardest part about loving someone or more like loving him was that he didnāt love you back.
You could give anything-everything, and still you came out shorthanded. The worst part was that you blame yourself, over and over again. Why did you keep failing? Why didnāt he love you back?
āSheās gorgeousā he introduces his devilishly handsome, and perfectly angled smirk, his wine glass slowly reaches his mouth, while his hand, his veiny hand wraps around the cup. He sips his drink as if he were some rich man, pfft he was anything but that.
You knew he was allowed to feel the way he did. After all, who were you? Just a friend, a friend he relied on or more like used but you let yourself so, can you really blame him.
āYeah she isā you play with the handkerchief that was handed to you seconds ago, due to your random nosebleed. Maybe, it was the loss of blood that made you feel all jiggly, or maybe it was the fact that his attention always lands his eyes on some beautiful, tall and thin lady, even her tan was perfect.
Your nose bleeds kept streaming down, and straight to your mouth, but still the main attraction of that night was that beautiful, or gorgeous lady as Jungkook said. His eyes were only focused on her, and she knew it as well. In fact, she kept bending down, her backā or more like her assā was facing Jungkook, and it was clear to anyone with eyes that she was doing it to grab attention.
You couldnāt help but scoff and roll your eyes at her attempts, and yet it bit you back in the ass when Jungkook fell for every single one of her attempts. He stood up and walked directly to her, despite asking you not even a second ago if you wanted to leave and take care of your nosebleed.
The worst part of this night was the humiliation you had to face. First, he arrives three hours late, which made the waitresses laugh right in your face. And sure he defended you, but what was the whole point of doing that, if he was planning to ditch you the whole night. He ended up proving them right and you wrong.
He also kept making up the worst excuses possible to leave you, and then come back marked up, and not in the mood to even talk or respond to you.
āWhere are you going now?ā you stare at him, as you spin the wine in your glass.
āThe bathroom?ā
āAgain?!ā you answer louder than you intended, gaining you a couple stares of the couples, and people in that very room.
āYeah?ā He laughs it off.
Guess itās another night where you walk home, while he takes the random beautiful girl home.
Maybe someday youāll be his first option
āDid he actually show up?ā your coworker asks. It wasnāt even you who told him about your friendsā occasional absences, he witnessed it himself.
āYeah, he didā you respond rather quickly, to avoid suspicions. However, you might have answered too quickly, Taehyung brings his eyes closer together, squinting, and observing your facial expressions.
āSo why are you moodyā
āIām not moody!ā You argued immediately.
āYou can lie to yourself all you want! But to me, thatās just messed upā he pouted, saddened by the mistrust and lies you were trying to feed him with.
āOkay! Iām sorry. Itās justā never mind itās stupidā
You shouldnāt say it.
āWell, when you put it like thatā he rolled his eyes.
āOkay, if I tell you, you have to promise me to listen and not talkā you raise your pinky, getting ready to avoid all the voices in your head that tell you to stay quiet.
āGive me more realistic optionsā
Just like that you were regretting your choice. Your face went blank, there was not a single emotion present. But thatās what happens when someone tries to be funny, and doesnāt succeed.
You glared at him.
āSheesh, eat bread or somethingā
You glared again.
āFine! Iāll shut upā he ran his finger across his lip, āzippingā his mouth completely shut. He even threw the fake key, to show his determination.
You nod along and continue speaking. āSo after we talked everything out, he kept paying attention to anything but me,ā Taehyung nodded along as you told your story. āLike out of nowhere, he just kept going to the bathroomā
āFood poisoning? Thatās the story youāre giving me?ā
āJust shut up and listen,ā you continued.
āWell, the first couple times I tried convincing myself that it was that. But then he started coming back with hickies, and his zipper was always undoneā
āThis is getting interesting! Let me serve myself some wine, you want some?ā
You immediately agree.
He pours you some, then him. He went to his sitting form, which was just one leg over the other.
āAnyways, back to the story. Every time he left to āpeeā he started to take longer to come back. I was obviously annoyed, because I had already waited 3 hours for himā you put three fingers up, emphasizing the wait time.
His eyes darted between his phone and you. He wanted to be a hundred percent present, but his phone kept buzzing and steering him away.
āWhat happened next?ā he sips on the wine.
āHe never came back,ā you groaned. You cover your face with your hands, as you bend down, attempting to cover every piece of you. It was far too embarrassing.
You get splashed with wine all over your face. Spit landing inside your wine glass, and well practically all over you.
āWhat?! He didnāt?ā
āHe didnātā you continue to drink the wine because at this point you could care less about anything.
āHave you texted him or called him?!ā
āWhy would I? He ditched me, if anything heās the one that should be contacting meā
āHas he?ā He crossed his arms, while his left eyebrow arched, and slowly the right one followed along.
Taehyung couldnāt explain it himself but he was filled with anger. He wanted nothing more but to beat the living crap out of Jungkook.
You look down, and shake your head.
āHe didnātā you shrug. āItās nothing new soā¦ Itās my fault, I shouldnāt have expected anything elseā
āYou shouldnāt have to expect something from him. He should just be a good friend, and have human decencyā
āYeahā¦. wellā you drag on while looking away.
You knew if you admitted that Jungkook had anything but human decency, youād be in another lecture. And the lectures always consisted of things you knew, but donāt plan on changing anytime soon. So whatās the point of telling him?
Except Taehyung wasnāt an idiot, and because of that he always knew what to ask.
āTell me, how did you get home?ā
āIt was perfect weather for a walkā you commented, or more like tried to joke. The joke being that you were in fact forced to walk all the way back while your friend was god knows where.
āHe made you walk?!! Oh heās done forā he shouted.
His whole face looked like it was about to explode. The redness scared you, it almost looked like he couldnāt breathe or was out of air. He was angry, and well he had every right to feel that way but still, you didnāt want to hear it.
āTaehyung! Taehyung!ā
He ran out the door. You could have easily ran after him, but your feet prevented you from doing so. You had finally come to terms with what happened last night.
He broke another promise. You expected it, so why did he hurt so bad?
āYour friend wonāt tell, right?ā She heavily breathes, as she attempts to take off her extra small, and extra tight shirt.
Jungkook knew it was wrong of him to keep leaving you alone every given time, but he couldnāt help it either. His dick was doing all the thinking, which clearly was none.
He was already hurting you by paying attention to a different woman, but if you knew who he was hooking up with now, youād be wrecked. Only he could be turned on by the waitress that was laughing at you, not so long ago.
āNah, sheās over itā Jungkook places kisses on her neck, leaving love bites behind. He was able to take in her perfume. The scent of flowers came to mind, and he was stuck in a trance. He knew he had to go back to you, but it was so hard to do so, when he was hard himself.
āBut I was very badā she raises her pitch, and attempts to speak seductively. She bites onto her lips, almost ripping off her skin. It was not a pretty sight, but if Jungkook closed his eyes and pictured Ā her body, her smell, and eagerness to fuck him, then he had created the perfect balance.
āTurn aroundā he speaks in a lower tone, practically growling at her to listen to his command. And she does, faster than she could say his name. Which she was planning to do, a lot.
āIāll teach you to behave betterā a huge sound was heard. He had just slapped her butt with all the force he had, he had promised to punish her, and thatās exactly what he was going to do.
His mind was engrossed in sex and more sex. He didnāt care nor think of what you were doing, or thinking. It sounds horrible, but he knew youād forgive him and for that reason, he chose sex over you.
You tried calling Taehyung, and every time it went to voice mail. It was simply unimaginable. The scenarios that you were created in your mind, that is.
āPick up!ā You voiced.
You wanted nothing more than to confirm that they were both okay, and have not been hurt.
But it felt like you were running out of patience and silly reassuring words, because at the end of the day you didnāt know shit.
You place your phone in your pocket, and start putting your thinking cap on, because anything is better than staying still waiting for a response.
Maybe you should just drive to Jungkookās place? But.. you didnāt want to see him, you simply could not face him after his little act. Still you managed to convince yourself knowing that this was the only way to confirm Taehyung hadnāt done something dumb and in the process hurt himself.
You hadnāt even stepped out of the car, and you had already witnessed this altercation between the two men you love the most.
You immediately put your car in park, and practically run out of that car, causing you to lose your balance here and there.
āGuys! Stop!ā You wave your hands in the air, crossing them in the process.
They both stop and look at you, but when Taehyung was just staring at you, Jungkook uses that opportunity to shove him. He loses his balance instantly, and ends up falling backwards, scraping his elbows in the process.
āDick!ā Taehyung shouts, while rubbing his now scratched elbows.
āJungkook, what the hell!!ā
You run towards Taehyung, and when youāre close enough you reach down to him, stretching your arms out, to give him a lift back up.
āIām okay, itās just a little scratchā he softly smiles, in hopes it gives you some reassurance and takes the worried look off your face. He hates nothing more than to see you hurt and worried, because he feels this responsibility of making sure you always feel comforted and safe.
āYouāre taking this loserās sideā Jungkook scoffs, while crossing an arm over the other. He shakes his head repeatedly to express his anger towards you. Especially since youāre supposed to be his best friend, and youāre taking the side of whoever that person was in front of him.
āWell you shoved himā you snap back, still remaining close to Taehyung.
āTypicalā he scoffs. āWell then, Iām glad I chose her over youā
You knew you were never his top priority, in fact heās made that clear himself. Yet still you convince yourself that deep down he has a soft side for you, that he didnāt just have the title of your best friend but also had actions and words to back his position. But instead you were proven wrong time after time.
You couldnāt even form any words, instead your eyes landed on his. You couldnāt help that your eyes were glossy, and filled with tears. But again itās nothing that should surprise you.
āYou know what, just donāt even bother answering me y/n, stay with him! Iāll just go to her, someone who can truly make me happy!ā He spit out with pure venom. It felt poisonous the way it killed you deeply and instantly.
The worst part was, you wanted to hate him but you couldnāt do. In fact, you were more in love with him than before. It didnāt make sense to you, and you didnāt want to make sense of it either. You loved him and that was it.
Summary: JK's boxing coach tells him he can't come for four weeks before his title fight. Ah, four weeks isn't that long, right? ... Right?
Genre: this is pwp, straight-up [don't look at the word count, please god, it really is just that many words of smut]; established relationship
Word count: .. 13.2k (I told you not to look!!)
Content: oral sex (m. and f. receiving), unprotected sex, masturbation (f.), orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex toys, uh implied come eating? (It's not mentioned but he comes in her then eats her out sooooo it's happening š), cutesy nickname (look, if it were anyone but me writing this, i'd need a warning for it, too, 'cause if you're not familiar with the names of popular British biscuits, ya about to be!! and is it cringe? perhaps, maybe, i accept that but I am also UNREPENTANT about it, so you've been warned)
BLAME: Time to apportion some blame for this. Firstly, ofc, @btsgotjams27 for starting this.
Secondly, @sunshinerainbowsbts for putting it on my dash and bringing it to my attention
Thirdly, unfortunately, it's me, for deciding to do it
A/N: OK, I need to say that I do not know anything about boxing. I had to message my Extremely Offline older sister to ask her questions and then tell her I was writing a story about a boxer so fucking prayer circle for me that she never brings it up again!!!!! Canelo Alvarez is a real super middleweight boxer and JK is taller than him but that's as far as I looked into him.
ANYWAY ENJOY!!!
FOUR WEEKS TO GO
Jungkook walks slowly, very slowly, down the corridor to the door of your apartment. He does not want to go through it. He really doesnāt want to have to tell you what heās about to.
Four weeks no sex.
Thatās what Coach said. No sex, no masturbation, orgasms 100% completely verboten. He knows this is not going to go down well with you. From the very start of your relationship, you have never gone that long without sex. Jungkook isnāt sure heāll be able to make it; heās not sure if you will be either. A tiny part of him worries what it might do to your relationship ā youāre stronger than that, arenāt you? This wonāt hurt your relationship, will it? Youāve been together for years now, four weeks without sex canāt change anythingā¦ Right? Jungkook knows in his heart of hearts that itās right but the thought of four weeks without you is so unutterably awful that he also canāt believe it wonāt change things.
He flops face-first onto the sofa next to you and squirms immediately as you rake a hand through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly. Absolutely none of that from now on.
āYou ok?ā you ask and he canāt answer because the answer is no and heās not going to be for another four weeks, another 29 days in fact. He mumbles nothing into the sofa.
āJust tired? Training hard today?ā
Training wasnāt hard, especially. This conversation weāre about to have is hard, Jungkook thinks. Keeping his face shoved into the sofa cushion, he breaks the news.
āJungkook,ā slight impatience in your voice now. āI cannot understand you when you talk into the sofa; whatās going on?ā
He lifts his head slightly but canāt bring himself to look at you.
āCoach says we canāt have sex until the fight.ā
āWHAT?ā
āWe canāt have sex until the fight,ā he repeats, quietly, miserably.
He clenches and unclenches his fists by his side, still not daring to look at you.
āBut thatās four weeks away! Four weeks!ā
āI know!ā
He takes your hand and kisses it, leaning up on his elbows. He rests his head on your thigh, bumping it gently as if he were hitting it against a brick wall. He mumbles under his breath, as close as he ever got to invective against his Coach (whom he nevertheless trusts and respects deeply). Youāre being quieter than he expected you to be and it makes him nervous. He expected outraged protestations, reasoned arguments, begging and pleading. But youāre sitting and thinking.
āWhy?ā you ask. āWhatās it for?ā
āHe says itāll improve my focus, power, and aggression if I donāt come between now and thenā¦ā
You hum in response and he risks a peek at your face. Youāre smirking and something about it makes his stomach drop.
āSoā¦ You canāt come, but I can do whatever I want, hm?ā
He hadnāt considered that. Of course, that makes sense; youāre not wrong, but Jungkook realises this with absolute horror. Not being able to fuck you for four weeks was going to be bad enough as it is, but four weeks of getting you off without a single second of relief for him? He feels sick.
āNoooo! Baby, please. Please, you have to do this with me.ā
Itās not his usual role, but he is not above begging. You shake your head.
āNo way; four weeks is a long time and Iām not fighting anyone.ā
āI know itās a long time! Thatās why we have to do it together!ā
āOn the contrary, my sweet, little biscuit, the whole point is that we donāt do it together, isnāt it?ā
You lean down and kiss his nose but it is of no comfort. Heās pouting now, both furious and devastated at this turn of events. When you start running your hands through his hair again and his dick twitches, he groans; this will kill him, he thinks. Stone cold dead, this is going to kill him. He holds your hand tight and looks at you, finally, dead in the eye, eyes wide and pleading, his absolute best puppy dog.
āPlease,ā he begs. āPlease.ā
āWhy donāt we have one last night?ā you suggest and Jungkook groans because he knows that tone. āYou can start tomorrow. One night wonāt make a difference, surely?ā
You slide down the sofa until your faces are almost level and Jungkook is about to rest his head where your thigh was, but discovers your breast in its place. He holds still. This is his first test and, while you might have a point, heās got rules to follow and he canāt break now, not at the very first hurdle. Heās got better self-control than that, hasnāt he?
āHm?ā you continue. āStart tomorrowā¦ Come on, Kookie, please.ā
He wants to say yes, of course he does, but if heās going to last four weeks, heās going to have to practise saying no.
You slide off the sofa onto your knees on the floor and he eyes you carefully. Youāre dangerous and you know it. When you trail your fingers down his spine and kiss the back of his neck, he shivers.
āI want you so badly,ā you whisper in his ear and he groans. You slip your hand underneath his T-shirt and heās sticky with sweat. āI didnāt have you yesterday and now we have to go four weeks? Kookie, I canāt take itā¦ Be good to me, Jungkook, please.ā
He loves it when you beg. Hearing his name in your mouth all high and whiny, tremulous with need and desire. If he wasnāt hard before, he is now. Goosebumps follow your hand on his back and he shivers, groaning into the sofa, fists clenched again.
āMy love, stop it, please. We canāt.ā His voice is weak and he canāt believe how weak heās feeling; if you persist might longer, he genuinely feels he might snap and heās ashamed that his self-control is apparently all but non-existent. He must do better.
āBut Iām so wet already.ā
Fuck. He snaps. He kneels up and looks at you, your innocent, little face, a devil in disguise. If youāre just playing with him, just teasing, youāre going to be in big trouble.
āGet up,ā he commands, slapping the sofa. You obey without hesitation and he grabs you by the legs, pulling so youāre falling onto your back. He tells him yourself you were lying, of course you wonāt be wet; youāre just teasing him and heāll tell you off and ask you to take this seriously and itāll all be fine. Then he yanks down your trousers and your underwear.
āFUCK.ā
He brings his hands to his face and rubs.
āFuck, I thought you were lying just to tease me, but fuck, you really are.ā
You are. Looking at you is almost painful; heās desperate to touch you. Youāre right there in front of him, legs spread, and all he has to do is touch you. But he canāt. If he starts, he wonāt be able to stop. He shuffles back away from you slightly, hands moving to reach you and then pulling back. He swears again.
When you spread your legs wider and shuffle yourself down closer to him, he has to stand. He has to do something with his hands: clenching at his sides, on his hips, on his head, over his face. Heās pacing, too, unable to look at you once again. It would be all too easy to take his own trousers off, let his dick out of its cloth prison and fuck you into the sofa. He has to bite down on his knuckles to stop himself doing just that.
āKookie,ā you coo. āArenāt you going to touch me? I need youā¦ No one touches me like you do.ā
Jungkook is open-mouthed and he has to turn away. He growls, deep in his throat, and gently places his fists on the kitchen counter, when what he really wants to do is smash straight through it. His whole body is tense, fighting itself in an agony of indecision. He needs you to stop; heās sure you wonāt. Not when youāre having this effect on him. He shouldāve seen it coming. He knew you wouldnāt take the news well; for some reason, he didnāt expect you to immediately be so defiant. You were always so pliant and obedient for him. But then, this isnāt really his rule and you and his coach didnāt exactly see eye-to-eye.
He freezes when he hears the unmistakeable squelch of you plunging your fingers in your wet heat. Then you moan. Then you whimper.
āJungkook, please.ā
He can barely control his breathing as he stands, still with his back to you, unable to block the sound of you from his ears. He should be the one drawing those moans from you; he should be the reason your breathing is hitched.
He decides quickly that you have a point. He canāt come but that doesnāt mean he canāt do anything he likes. He crosses the space to the sofa in three large steps and forces your hand away from you. He doesnāt see the expression on your face as you look up; heās too busy staring at his next meal. He squeezes your thighs hard and lowers his mouth to you.
āFuck, yes,ā you breathe and it goes straight to his dick.
He moans loudly as he licks from your core to your clit, drinking you in. He licks through your folds, not wanting to miss a drop. He swirls his tongue around your clit before sealing his lips and sucking hard; you grab at his hair and he flicks his eyes to you but your head is tipped back, your back arching off the sofa. He pulls your thighs, bringing you even closer, smothering him, burying him but if he canāt breathe, he doesnāt notice. He notices the pitch of your whines tilt; he notices your breath come quicker; he notices your thighs twitching under his hands; he notices you tugging harder and harder at his hair. He watches you as he works, alternately swirling his tongue across your throbbing bundle of nerves and sucking, until youāre screaming, your body writhing, shuddering under the waves of your orgasm.
āFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,ā he swears repeatedly, almost sure he hears you saying the same, but he canāt move his mouth from your lips; all that fresh arousal dripping from you has his name on it.
You squirm and bring your legs together, your feet pushing against his shoulders and he relents, shifting backwards but still gripping your thighs tight.
āI love you,ā he says. āI love you, I love you but fuck, I fucking love your cunt.ā
His hands move higher, his thumbs spreading your lips, running up and down, the slick noises they make like music to his ears. He whines as he drops his head to your thigh with a heavy sigh. He squeezes his eyes tight shut for a moment, trying not to lose all control even as his cock aches in his pants, desperate for you.
While heās trying to keep it together, you extricate yourself from his grip and sink onto the floor. While heās off-guard, you spread his legs and slot yourself between them. Itās only when his dick jumps as you slide your hands up his thighs that he realises what is happening. He leaps up and away from you in one, quick, fluid motion.
āNo, no, no,ā he mutters, hands tangling in his hair, twisting his T-shirt, gripping the kitchen counter, anything to stop them wandering to the bulge in his trousers. Heās painfully hard now, twitching with almost no provocation; his restraint is hanging by a thread.
āJungkook,ā you call for him, still kneeling on the floor. āKookie, come here, let me help you.ā
He growls and takes a deep breath. If he even looks at you right now, he knows heāll snap.
āIām going to shower.ā
He has to get out, get away from you, anywhere will do.
āYou better not wank in there!ā you call after him. āOr Iām going to be really upset!ā
He chuckles bitterly; as if he would ever choose his hand over your sweet mouth. He strips quickly and steps into the shower, turning the temperature as low as itāll go and the power on full blast. He gasps as a strong stream of icy water hits him; he shudders and shivers and forces himself to stand still. Heās panting and his skin turns red under the blast but he canāt move, not until heās flaccid, not until heās stopped thinking about your beautiful pussy and your soft, hot mouth and no-! Enough of this. He calls to mind all his least favourite things, conjuring up the worst images he can, disgusting, horrible, anything. He just has to stop thinking about you.
When heās finally showered and clean and soft, he leaves the bathroom. Itās not late, but youāre already sitting up in bed, naked as you always are, and he groans, trying to avoid looking at you.
āHey now, thatās not fair,ā you tell him, sulking with an exaggerated pout as he takes the towel from his waist and rubs it over his hair.
He almost chokes on his indignation.
āNot fair? Me not being fair? And what do you call that, out there? Is that fair, huh? And this?ā He gestures to you, chest on display, arms just slightly squeezing your breasts together, as if you think he wonāt be able to tell. āIs this fair?ā
Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath, he sits next to you on the bed; he simply will not survive the next four weeks if he canāt get you on-side. He has to stop you reaching out to touch his cheek; heās only just been able to lose his erection, heās not sure he can manage another.
āIām serious, y/n, I cannot do this.ā
Heās not sure he can look at you anymore. The thought of spending a whole night next to your naked form, your soft skin pressed against himā¦ He canāt. He canāt even think it without feeling a stir in his groin.
āI canāt do this. Iām going to sleep in the spare room.ā
Never in his life has he been more grateful to have one. Heād sleep on the sofa or the floor if he had to, but, if heās doing all this to improve his fighting, he needs to keep his sleep up, too.
āJungkook! Donāt leave me!ā
When he risks a look at you, youāre wide-eyed and open-mouthed, dismayed. He doesnāt ever want to be the cause of that face; his heart aches. Maybe this would affect your relationship after all. He returns to sit on the edge of the bed and takes your hand. He kisses your palm.
āI canāt- Iā¦ I canāt even look at you, right now, without wanting to jump you.ā He says quietly, sadly. āI just-ā
āI can put some clothes on?ā
Your hopeful face squeezes his heart and he wishes that would be enough.
āNo, baby, thank you but we both know that isnāt going to help. I know whatās under there.ā
āSo, weāre not even going to be able to sleep together for the next four weeks?ā
āNo, we will, I promise. I justā¦ Right now, I just need to get away from you.ā
He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood, but fails. He misses you already.
āCan I at least kiss you goodnight?ā
Jungkook isnāt sure. Heās not sure the one thread of sanity heās clinging to will last, but he has to give you something.
āOf course, you can,ā he answers, with only a little hesitation. āBut pleaseā¦ Be niceā¦ā
You take his face in his hands and he shivers. You kiss him once, firmly, and then again, softly, sighing against his mouth. He wants to wrap his arms around you and kiss you again, wants to melt into your mouth and roll your tongue with his. Then he feels temptation in his groin and has to pull away.
āNight night, my little custard cream.ā
āNight night, my love.ā
He leaves, and shuts himself in the spare room, wondering just how on earth either of you will make it through the next 29 days.
THREE WEEKS TO GO
Jungkook isnāt home so youāre taking the opportunity for a little Me Time (courtesy of your favourite rabbit). Itās been a week since the last time you came (courtesy of Jungkook) and youāre on edge. You feel a little guilty for the way you behaved, but youāve been good this week in penance, even though youāre already missing him terribly.
At night, when he wraps himself around you, his hard chest against your back, his strong arms holding you tight, you feel a steady pulse in your core. You want desperately to shift, just push your hips back a little, bring his hand to cup your breast, do something to address your need of him. Itās worse than usual because, of course, you always want most what you canāt have. Isnāt that a universal truth? Last night, you even wished he would go and sleep in the spare room again; having him so close to you, knowing that you canāt touch him like you wanted to was beginning to get unbearable.
Hence, Me Time.
Jungkook is out and not due back soon so you have plenty of time to take things slow. Or at least, thatās what you intend. You take a nice, long, hot bath; apply your favourite body lotion: a rich, thick, cocoa butter that makes you feel expensive; you potter around the apartment for a while in your sexiest lingerie ā thereās no one to see you, but it makes you feel sexy anyway. You think about Jungkook. You think about his hair, too short for your preference at the moment; you like it a little longer, a little wavier, giving you plenty to grab onto at the nape of his neck just as at the crown; you like it when it flops into his face and he pushes it back; you like when he lets you plait it and style it, just for the two of you, just for fun.
You think about his beautiful, brown eyes: huge and wide, bright and shining, so open and innocent. You think about the way he looks at you sometimes, like youāre his entire world, like heās looking at the most beautiful, peaceful sight heās ever seen. You think about the way he looks at you at other times: like youāre prey; like heās calculating exactly the right way to destroy you; his eyes dark, black, piercing; eyes that silently command and will be obeyed.
You think about his mouth: his soft, pink lips and two straight rows of perfect white teeth; you think about his mouth on yours, the unyielding pressure of his lip ring, the hard bite of his teeth on your bottom lip, his soft, wet tongue rolling against yours; his soft, wet tongue swirling around your nipple; his soft, wet tongue licking through your folds, flicking across your clit, his lips tight around you as he sucks. You think about his long fingers, their reach; his strong hands and how they direct and control you, pinning you down and lifting you up.
You think about his cock, the prettiest youād ever seen (though you werenāt surprised, given the rest of him); in perfect proportion, neither too long nor too thick, a slight, gentle curve, smooth but for one thick vein running the length of it. It makes your mouth water just to think of it; your pussy throbs, missing it and you settle on the bed. You can feel the crotch of your underwear is already sticky and your heart is already thumping but youāre still telling yourself that youāre going to take this slowly, because you have plenty of time.
You discard your bra, teasing your nipples beneath it, twisting at the barbells that run through each of them, remembering the way Jungkook had reacted the first time he saw them, as if it were Christmas morning and they were a brand-new puppy and a skateboard. You slip a hand down behind the waistline of your knickers and exhale sharply as you spread your juices across your clit. Youāre aching now, with desire, with frustration but you take deep breaths to calm yourself down. You let your fingers work slowly, gently, dipping down between your lips to your entrance, exploring your folds, teasing and tapping your clit. It was almost like stepping into a bath: enveloped in warmth as blood rushed to the surface of your skin, cocooned in pleasure as it radiates outwards from your core to the tips of your toes. Goosebumps spread as a shiver rushes down your spine.
Then you get out your rabbit and the lube and shuffle out of your underwear. You coat the toy with lube, wipe your hand against yourself and turn it on, letting it rest against you for a moment, cycling through the settings until you reach your favourite. You think, not for the first time, as you slip it inside you, smoothly, easily, how much you wish you had one of these moulded from Jungkookās cock. He thought you were joking the first time you said it, but you werenāt then and arenāt now. You want to be able to have him inside you even when he wasnāt around ā or at times like this when he is around but isnāt allowed inside you. Nothing compares to him and while this toy might get the job done, it will never be the same.
The little rabbit ears press intently against your clit as you angle it inside you and start to rock your hips, working out a long, soft moan. You tip your head back and close your eyes, focusing on the coiling pressure in your abdomen. You cycle to another setting ā higher, faster, more insistent now ā and whimper with every breath as your climax comes closer.
āGod, Iāve missed that noise.ā
You sit up with a jolt to see Jungkook at the bedroom door, eyes roving hungrily over your naked body.
āJungkook,ā you gasp. āWhat are you doing here? I thought you had plans.ā
He shrugs.
āChanged āem... Though I might be sorry I did.ā
āI thought you were going to be out... But since youāre here...ā
You beckon him to the bed as you switch off the toy. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head with a sigh as he approaches you on the bed. Youāre surprised; you thought he would refuse, hold back, protest even a little. Maybe this would be easier than you thought.
He looks at the rabbit, appraising.
āHow does it compare, baby?ā he asks, his voice low, a smirk just ghosting over his lips.
āIt doesnāt, Kookie.ā You flop backwards onto the mattress again. āNothing compares to you.ā
āLet me help you.ā
You sigh with relief, waiting to hear his trousers unzip or the shuffle of cloth as he undresses but it doesnāt come. Instead, you hear the quiet whirring of vibration as Jungkook turns the rabbit back on. He chooses a different setting ā short, intense pulses ā and slips the toy back inside you, pushing the ears hard into your clit, forcing a choked moan from your throat.
āJungkook... Kookie, no. I want you.ā
The look on his face is fierce but softens when he looks into your eyes. He kisses your temple and whispers in your ear.
āYou know you canāt have me now, baby. Stop playing dirty.ā
He takes a hand and pushes low on your stomach as he rocks the toy inside you and changes the setting: insistent, hard vibration that almost sets your teeth chattering.
āFuck,ā you whisper as your walls start to clench and all your muscles tighten and youāre whimpering, mewling, seconds from climax, your breath catching in your throat. Youāre a band stretched to its limits and just as youāre about to snap, Jungkook pulls the toy from you and sits back on the bed, not touching you.
āWh-.. I...ā
You look at him, dazed and confused, as he stands up and takes the toy with him out of the room.
āWhere are you going?ā you call after him, your voice weak and strangled.
Youāre itching with frustration and impatience and when he returns, only a minute later, you turn to him, outraged. Heās empty-handed and he sits on the edge of the bed next to you and tucks your hair behind your ear sweetly.
āWhat are you doing?ā you ask, still breathless, heart still pounding in your chest.
He leans closer to you, resting on his forearm on your chest, lightly crushing you beneath his weight as he takes your hand in his and directs it to his crotch, where you can feel his dick, semi-hard under his trousers.
āIām showing you how hard this is,ā he whispers menacingly in your ear. āYouāre still not playing fair, little miss.ā
He stands and walks out of the room, looking back over his shoulder at you.
āIf I donāt get to come, you donāt get to come!ā he calls.
You give a little, angry shriek and throw a pillow at him, which misses by miles, and you storm out after him.
āI did not sign up for that!ā you shout, giving him a shove.
He grins at you and raises his eyebrows.
āWhatās mine is yours, baby.ā
āNo way! No way! You know the second you leave, I can just make myself come.ā
āThatās true,ā he admits as he checks his watch, ābut Iām not leaving again tonight.ā
Furious now, you move closer to him, your hands on his hips. You lick your lips and move a hand between you, palming his erection. His eyes flutter closed.
āTwo can play at this game, Jeon,ā you hiss, sliding your hand between his trousers and his boxers, running your finger up his turgid length.
āDonāt call me Jeon.ā
āIsnāt it your name?ā
He tips his head back and bites his lip as you finally breach his boxers, wrapping your fingers around him, squeezing lightly.
āYou only call me Jeon when youāre pissed,ā he chokes out.
āYeah, Iām fucking pissed.ā
His head tips forward again and he looks at you as you sink to your knees, pulling his clothes down with him. You see him swallow hard.
āNot sure you thought this through, did you?ā you ask, swiping your tongue across his head, tasting the tang of his pre-cum. āHere you are, all hard and ready for me...ā
You take a hand through your lips, sweeping up your arousal and spreading it on the head of his dick.
āAnd me all ready for you...ā
You wrap your lips around him and take him until he hits your throat, looking up at him through your lashes, then you come up and pause, just holding him in your mouth, your tongue running back and forth across the underside. Jungkook grunts and his eyelids flutter closed. You can see his fists clenching on either of him.
āY/n...ā he groans, quiet and strangled.
āMm?ā you hum, not taking him from your mouth, and you notice the muscle in his jaw jump as he clenches. āYou started this,ā you remind him, as you trail sloppy, wet kisses down the length of his hot, smooth cock. āI was going to be nice to you, but you had to go and spoil it.ā You run your tongue flat across his balls as your hand continues to pump his shaft and he moans.
āFuck, I miss you,ā he whines, his voice high and tight as you run your tongue back to his head, enveloping him in your mouth once again. āGod, fuck.ā
You hollow your cheeks and suck, your hand and mouth moving as one. Jungkookās fist moves to your hair, gripping tight, not directing you, just to have something to hold on to. As you push lower, tipping your head to take him into your throat, he jerks.
āNo, no, no, stop! Stop.ā
He pushes you back by the shoulders and stands, his breathing ragged, looking up at the ceiling and blinking hard. You let him stand there, recovering; you stay kneeling at his feet.
āFuck, fuck, fuck,ā he says, each more aggressive than the last. He pulls his boxers and his trousers back on and looks at you, eyes wild. āNo.ā
āKookie... Please.ā
You pout up at him, put your hands on his thighs, and shuffle just an inch closer.
āNo. Fuck, no, I canāt. I canāt.ā He looks at you, alternately desperate and resolved and then shakes his head. āBaby, god, I want to. You know I want to. Iām sorry, Iām sorry.ā
His hand is in your hair again, gently pulling you upwards, pulling you closer. He kisses your cheek and your lips, each little peck lasting a little longer than the last, until he just barely parts his mouth and you grab his bottom lip in your teeth. He moans and pulls away.
āNo, no, no, no,ā he whispers. āI canāt.ā He swallows hard and looks skyward again, praying for strength. Then he repeats his no before stalking off into the spare room, cursing under his breath.
You sigh, more frustrated than ever, and, having spotted your stolen sex toy on the bathroom counter, you go back to finish what you started.
TWO WEEKS TO GO
Jungkook is sleeping in the spare room again. He says itās because youāre not to be trusted, but what he means is that he isnāt to be trusted. He could barely trust himself around you before, but two weeks into the ban, he canāt risk taking any chances. Especially not with the way youāve been behaving.
Apparently, so you tell him, thereās very little evidence to suggest that sex before a sporting event has as negative effect on performance.
āI even read,ā you say, not for the first time, āthat not having sex for a while lowers your testosterone so itās not just that having sex isnāt bad, it might even be good! Donāt you want that?ā
Heās trying to block you out. Youāve already told him this and heās already told you that heās doing as heās told. He focuses on the TV, trying to get invested in the storyline, trying to care about the characters while you pester him relentlessly. He has to grit his teeth together and breathe carefully.
āDonāt ignore me, my little hobnob.ā
You always pull out that biscuit when you think he needs to lighten up. He tries not to grin, not very successfully, because itās such a ridiculous name ā who calls a biscuit that, really? Then you slip your hands around his waist and rest your chin on his shoulder.
āI miss you,ā you say, kissing his shoulder and rubbing his back.
He sighs, dropping his head, carefully trying to revel in your touch without giving in too far.
āI miss you too, love. Just two more weeks.ā
You sigh, aggravated, and sit back.
āYeah, two more weeks; weāre only halfway through. We have to do all of this all over again. Is that really what you want?ā
āNo, of course itās not!ā
Of course, he doesnāt want it. What he wants is to pin you down and eat you out ātil youāre screaming and then he wants to fuck you like his life depends on it, spend himself on you so hard he literally canāt move. What he wants is the opposite of this. Why canāt you understand that?
He turns to you, shifting his body around and reaches for your hands.
āOf course, itās not what I want. I want you all the time. Why do you think Iām sleeping in the spare room again? I can barely stand sitting with you like this; every part of me is screaming at me to just take yo-ā
āThen do it! Do it! Iām telling you, the science is on our side!ā
He has to take a deep breath; he knows you may well be right. And he doesnāt like the thought of doing all this for no reason, for, if the article you read is right, the possibility that heās actually less strong, less powerful in the ring, but heās on a path and he has to stick to it.
āIām doing what Coach says,ā he tells you, sounding more resolved than he is. āI hired him for a reason and heās already said he can notice a difference. This fight is so important and I have to follow him to the letter. I am sorry. I amā¦ā
He is what?
He puffs out his cheeks and sighs. He doesnāt know what to say. There arenāt words for this or, if there are, he doesnāt know them. He leans forward and grabs the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss. He knows he shouldnāt, knows how dangerous this is, but he misses you so much and heās so upset and youāre so upset and he has to do something.
You scoot forward and sit yourself in his lap. His heart hammers in his chest, anxiety or desire or a heady mix of both, heās not sure but his mind is slipping away from him and heās not sure he cares anymore. He wraps his arms around you as his tongue finds yours. Youāve hardly had this much of each other over the last week and heās ravenous. You moan into his mouth as he sucks on your tongue and he feels a stirring in his crotch. He can feel you, just above him, and he wants to push you down, roll your hips over his, but he darenāt; he doesnāt think heāll be able to stop himself if you do.
He's breathless with the need of you and it catches in his throat as you grind into him. He moans and bites hard at your bottom lip; you keep going, kissing him hard so that he canāt speak.
Jungkook gathers up his strength and pulls back, holding you tight in place so you canāt chase after him. Heās breathing heavily and his hand trembles as he reaches up to tuck your hair behind your ear.
āY/nā¦ā He doesnāt know if itās a plea or a warning; he doesnāt have any more words to follow. There isnāt anything he can say or do that will make this situation anything other than torture. Nothing will make you feel better than being fucked by him, fucked hard, nothing more and nothing less. He knows because he feels the same. Heās almost dizzy with desire; heās giddy but clinging with desperation to the last remnants of his self-control. Thereās a tiny voice at the back of his head proud of him for having come this far, but he canāt listen to it because we all know what comes before a fall and he canāt afford a fall like this.
It's the title. Itāll be his first title. This win will put him on the map. This win will establish him as a real, professional boxer, one to beat; this will be, he hopes, the first of many belts, many titles. His coach has real faith in him, he believes he can make it to world champion if he works hard enough. And Jungkook wants it. He wants to work; he wants to win. And now, he has to win. Losing is not an option. And once he has won, once this is over ā in two, long, painful weeks ā itāll have all been worth it and heāll be able to have you six ways from Sunday, every day of the week.
āPlease donāt stop,ā you whimper and the open, desperate pleading of your glistening eyes goes straight to his dick. āPlease, please.ā
Heās had to resist your pleading before; heās even enjoyed resisting your cries and pleas, but thatās when heās been in control; thatās when heās been ramping up to wrecking you once, twice, three times, as many times as you can take. This is ramping up to nothing and your pleading only makes him feel broken.
You bring your face to his again and he canāt back away. You kiss him with urgency, running your hands over his body beneath his T-shirt, teasing his nipples until heās fully hard, straining against his boxers, pressing against your crotch. You strip off your own top and Jungkookās resolve crumbles. He dips his head, lifting you slightly from his lap to kiss your breasts, to flick his tongue over your nipples and swirl them in his mouth, one at a time, until theyāre tight and hard. He bites hungrily and you mewl above him, whining his name. Itās like heaven to him and he canāt believe he hasnāt had this for two weeks; the two weeks stretching out in front of you are paling, forgotten in some faraway corner of his mind.
He's kidding himself that he can last a little longer with you lifted up like this, your hips no longer grinding your core into him. He keeps his mouth occupied at your chest and squeezes your glutes in his hands, then slipping them into the wide legs of your shorts. When he pulls your underwear to the side with one hand, and slips the fingers of his other hand into your warm, waiting slip, he sighs with satisfaction. Youāre tight and soft and so, so wet.
You take his face in your hands and pull him back to your mouth. The kiss is all tongue and heavy breathing, messy and far from pretty but youāre each so desperate for the other that nothing else matters. You kiss his cheek and his jaw and bite down on his earlobe, whining breathily as he presses insistently against your front wall, each curl of his fingers bringing you closer to the edge. He slips his other hand behind your underwear and spreads your slick over your clit, rubbing insistently, knowing youāre getting close. He can tell by the sounds youāre making, sounds heād work out of you every day of his life if he could.
āGod, Kookie, baby, yes.ā
You plant your lips on his neck, muffling your whines and whimpers as the heat builds inside you. Jungkook groans, shivering as you suck on his neck, as your cunt clenches his fingers tight, as your legs shake on either side of him. He doesnāt stop, canāt stop even when youāre tugging his hair, even when youāre squirming, even when youāre screaming his name. Heās far away now, lost in the bliss of your velvet heat. Heās insistent and youāre so sensitive that he pulls another orgasm from you with a cry and a shudder that takes your whole body. Heās so focused on you as a way of distracting himself from his own intense, aching desire. Heās painfully hard; he can feel the spreading circle of pre-cum on his boxers; heās not entirely sure he wonāt come even if you donāt touch him.
Then you flop against him, spent, and your hand grazes his crotch and he jerks violently.
āFuck!ā he gasps and tears prick in his eyes. He canāt look at you; he stares far away, out of the window, trying to stop his dick throbbing, trying to slow his heartrate, trying without success to calm himself.
āKookie,ā you whimper, your voice shaky. āLet me-ā
āNo,ā he whispers, no strength in his voice, no strength anywhere in his body except his stiff, swollen cock. He closes his eyes and he can feel a tear trickle down his cheek, followed by your lips as you kiss it away. He flinches at the contact and whimpers when you stroke his hair.
āI can help you,ā you whisper but he doesnāt hear you.
Heās lost, his mind strangled with desperate desire. His brain is whirring, swimming, floating away from him; his fingers tingle and shake and his heart thumps erratically in his chest. Heās never been this excruciatingly turned on before and knowing that he canāt see it through is heart-breaking.
You move your hand towards the waistband of his trousers and he grabs your wrist. Heās gripping so tightly, heās sure itāll hurt, but he canāt be gentle now.
āDonāt-,ā he starts but his words are swallowed by a sob.
You press your forehead against his and he canāt stop the whimper as you kiss him, so light, so soft. He holds your face in his hands, barely even really touching, trying not to tangle them in your hair and pull you closer. You stay like that, just looking at each other for a minute or more, his eyes never leaving yours. He knows he needs to calm down, knows he should be calming down now that youāre still but his breathing doesnāt settle and he can hear the thump of his heart and the roar of his blood in his ears.
āBaby,ā he says eventually, his voice croaky and hoarse. He has to do something and it has to be something drastic. He needs a shock to the system, a full reset. āI need-ā¦ I need you to get something for me.ā And he needs you to get it because heās not sure he can walk, not sure he can move at all.
āAnything.ā
āIce. And water.ā
āHuh?ā
āIce and water; I need a big, big glass- a jug of iced water please.ā His voice wobbles at the end and heās trying so hard to regulate his breathing, trying so hard not to feel the pulsing in his underwear.
āOkā¦ā
You shift on his lap but he canāt let you go. His fingers twine in your hair and you have to pry them out to allow you to get up.
With the relief of you off him, the air around him clears and he jumps up, taking off his T-shirt and pushing his trousers to the floor. Once again needing to do something with his hands while he waits for you, he holds them out to the side, not daring to let them anywhere near his erection, fists clenching and unclenching. He feels like he might really be on the edge of a heart attack or an aneurysm. He feels abnormal, like nothing heās ever felt before. He could keel over.
He can hear you, the ice clinking in the glass and he taps his feet, impatient. When you hand it over, he takes it with both hands and up-ends it all over himself.
āJungkook!ā you cry, as water splashes all over the floor and the sofa and the coffee table, but it sounds distant, the shock of the water temporarily sending him far away. Heās gasping and shivering and blinking hard, then screwing his eyes tight.
āI need you to go,ā he tell you, still unable to look at you.
āGo where?ā
āAnywhere, baby, literally anywhere,ā his voice is still wobbling, his teeth chattering. āIf weāre still in the same room in five seconds, I think Iām going to die. Come or die, either way, I donāt know but please, please just go.ā
āOk, Iām going, Iām going.ā
He can barely hear you; he scrubs his hands over his face, swearing over and over and over again, begging the universe to let him calm down, to make these next two weeks go as quickly as they possibly can.
ONE WEEK TO GO
Jungkook hasnāt taken any more risks since that night. And he has also told you, almost every day since, to behave yourself, to stop doing that; heās asked if youāre trying to kill him and the truth is: yes. Youāre sick of it now; it takes almost nothing to get you hot: just the thought of him, randomly popping into your head as youāre trying to send emails at work, and youāre getting wet. You canāt sleep anymore. Heās still in the spare room but you lie in your bed, thinking about him lying in the other bed, and you canāt help yourself. You make yourself come again and again but itās never enough. You canāt believe that heās not only managed to ruin all other men for you but also your own damn self. You know how to push all your buttons but itās not the same when itās you doing it, it's not the same without Jungkook between your thighs.
You know thereās only a week to go, but itās too long and youāre too frustrated and youāre reaching your boiling point. So, you do what any other sane person would do: naked protest. You stop wearing clothes in the house entirely, getting dressed only to go out and stripping as soon as the front door shuts behind you. When you first walk into the kitchen as Jungkook is eating breakfast, he chokes on his cereal and you have to slap him on the back; you feel his eyes following you as you make yourself a cup of tea and some porridge.
Now heās just ignoring you. Heās doing his best to stay out of any room you are in, but thatās fine. Itās a small apartment and youāve hidden his noise-cancelling headphones, so you know he can hear you when you moan and whine, wanton and gratuitous, as you do your best to fix your frustration.
He still hasnāt broken. Youāre impressed, honestly. You didnāt think that he would be able to hold out this long and, as aggravated as you are, as deeply, unutterably frustrated as you are, you canāt help but admire his self-control. Unable to be in the same room as you, he texts you and tells you that his trainer is impressed with his performance and is confident about the fight; he believes he can win. He had fucking better win is what you think, but you text back something a little more supportive.
Six days before the fight and Jungkook is in the shower. Youāre at a loose end, so you decide to join him. You thank the lord that he didnāt lock the door; heās got his back to you and doesnāt notice you there until your hands are on his waist. He cries out in surprise and goes to turn around but you hold him still, kissing his shoulder and his back and the nape of his neck. You run your hands up his abs, grab his fulsome pecs, and peeking around his shoulder, youāre delighted to see heās already hard.
āWere you about to masturbate in this shower?ā you ask him, only half-serious.
āNo,ā he groans. āThis is how badly I want you, y/n. Why are you making this so hard?ā
You giggle at his choice of words and he growls deep in his throat. He turns around and cages you in against the screen with his hands either side of you.
āIn six days,ā he tells you, his voice low, face serious, eyes pinning you to the spot. āIn six days, I am going to fucking destroy you. Iām going to fuck you so hard you canāt walk straight for a week; Iām going to fill you up so completely, my cum never stops dripping out of you; Iām going to make you scream so loud, our neighbours want to call the police; Iām going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you again, then Iām going to fuck you some more and Iām still not going to be done. Iām going to take this cock,ā he says, grabbing it at the base and hissing hard through his teeth as he does, āand Iām going to wreck your pretty little throat and your pretty little pussy, is that what you want?ā
You can only nod, mute with desire, as you can feel arousal drip down your legs and you shiver, despite the warm, steamy atmosphere. Jungkook nudges his nose against yours, eyes still black as pitch, and he whispers in your ear.
āIn six days.ā
Then he leans back and stands back under the stream of water.
āNow get the fuck out.ā
Youāre so overwhelmed, you just do as he says and he follows behind you, shutting the door ā and locking it ā as soon as youāve crossed the threshold. You blink hard and, as you come to your senses, you feel too many things at once: hot, frustrated, desperate, livid, heartbroken, a little bit intimidated, a lot excited, and over and above everything else, impatient.
Jungkook stands in the shower, turning the water icy again. Heās shaking, trembling all over, and before he can get himself under control, heās sobbing. Hands against the tiles, shivering with cold and shuddering through ragged breaths, he drops his head and cries. Cries because heās so frustrated, because he misses you so much, because heās so tired, because he hates disappointing you, because heās anxious, because heās not sleeping well at night without you, because a tiny, paranoid thought niggles at him that this is going to make you leave him, because he canāt live without you and if he didnāt know it before, he knows it now.
He cries under the cold water for so long that it stops feeling cold against his skin and when he finally steps out of the shower, his skin is livid red and icy to the touch.
He goes to stay at a friendās house that night.
āLook, I love you so much and I miss you so much that I canāt be around you,ā reads his text. āJust thinking about you makes me want to die a seriously Little Death. The fight will be over soon; just six more days and I promise, Iāll give you everything you want and more. I love you, I love you, I love you. Please, please, please wait for me.ā
āI love you, too, my little Bourbon,ā you reply. āBut I might never forgive you for this.ā
āI promise, Iāll make you forgive AND forget, just wait ātil Saturday.ā
He stares at his phone, wishing the messages said something different. He knows youāre joking, thinks youāre joking, hopes youāre joking, at least a little bit.
He sends a string of different kiss emojis and you toss your phone down beside you. Considering your small arsenal of sex toys without hope, you pick one at random, knowing even before youāve started that itās not even going to touch the sides of your desire. Your need for Jungkook has become a yawning chasm that stretches further than the eye can see; and it is a need for Jungkook specifically. For one mad moment a few days ago, you had considered the possibility of going out and getting fucked by someone else, but the second you thought it, it repulsed you: you donāt need a dick, you need his dick; you need his mouth; you need his hands. You need him, no one and nothing else. Accept no imitations. Which is really rather a pain right now.
You try to focus on your body, on the pleasure building there, the pleasant thrum in your core as you work with the vibrator in your folds and against your clit. You try to think about nothing, removing Jungkook from the equation, just emptying your mind and focusing on the physical sensations of your body.
It doesnāt work and you get so frustrated that you throw the vibrator in the bin and then, that not being enough, scoop up the others and chuck them in there, too. Whatās the point of them, you think to yourself bitterly.
These had better be the fastest six days of your life or you arenāt sure youāll survive.
FIGHT NIGHT
It was finally here. Jungkook had been working towards this for months, years, for his whole life in a way. It was both the pinnacle of his career and the first step of what he hoped would be a very long journey to the top. The final fight in his bid to be The Ringās Super Middleweight champion: his opponent, Saul āCaneloā Alvarez. Jungkook has him on reach and height, and heās also lighter, which he thinks will be to his advantage. Canelo might be a slugger, but thatās where Jungkook excels. People think that his lightness is a disadvantage, that he doesnāt have the strength to throw hard enough punches, that heās weak, that heās Amir Khan. But heās better than that. Heās agile and yes, slighter than other super middleweights, but heās also strong and heās also powerful and thereās nothing like seeing the surprise in his opponentās face when he got his first punch in and they realised that for themselves. Of course, now heās getting better known, heās losing that element of surprise but itās hardly the only thing heās got in his keep.
But heās not thinking about that. Today, just like all the other days this week, heās thinking about you. His coach keeps telling him that heās strong, that he seems focused, that he seems strong, but Jungkook isnāt entirely convinced. All he can think about is you; his mind is already beyond the fight and heās anxious that this is going to be his undoing, that heās going to have survived these past four weeks only to be so keyed up and desperate in the ring that he loses.
He wishes he could see you, just for five minutes, but youāve been banned from his presence on fight days. Youāre also banned from the gym on training days. Jungkook agrees with Coach that thatās probably for the best but it doesnāt mean he likes it. You are a distraction, thereās no denying it, but today, he really feels like he needs it. He needs you. Even an ounce, even a drop of you will do.
He pulls out his phone and dials your number.
āKookie! Are you ok?ā You sound concerned.
āYeah, Iām fine, why wouldnāt I be?ā
āWe never speak on fight days; I thought something might be wrong.ā
Jungkook sighs and leans his head back against the wall.
āSomething is wrong: I miss you.ā
āJungkook! Donāt scare me like that!ā
He laughs and knows he was right to call you; just hearing your voice is like a balm to his fraying nerves. He already feels more relaxed.
āIām sorry, love,ā he replies. āI just wanted to hear your voice; we havenāt spoken this week.ā
āI know and whose fault is that?ā
āI know, I know, itās mine, but I canāt wait to see you. Even if I lose this fight, as long as Iāve got you, Iām good, Iām a winner.ā
āHey now, youāre not going to lose, my little oat and raisin cook-ā
āYou donāt like that flavour cookie, do you?ā
āWell, I donāt, no, but I thought Iād go with the least sexy flavour, in respect of how easy it is to get a āriseā out of you at the moment.ā
He snorts, appreciative of the weird, little effort.
āI think youāre right: raisins are not sexy but cookies are sexy biscuits, arenāt they? By default? Sexier than normal biscuits, right?ā
āSo youāre saying we need a raisin biscuit that isnāt a cookie.ā
āYeah.
āGaribaldi?ā
Jungkook laughs.
āI donāt even know what that is, love, but sure, it doesnāt sound sexy.ā
āOk, then, I know youāre not going to lose, my little garibaldi.ā
He laughs again and tells you that his coach has said the same thing (āā¦ not in the same wordsā). He wishes he could stay on the phone with you longer; having barely spoken to you this week, he misses your voice, your presence, your conversation, just as much if not more than he misses your body. He sees his coach crossing the room, approaching him and he rings off reluctantly, but relieved he got even a minute with you before tonight.
Heās pacing in the dressing room; itās almost time. He considered asking you not to come to this one; heās not sure that heāll be able to focus knowing youāre so much as in the room. The usual rule is that youāre allowed to attend but you have to sit somewhere in the back, somewhere he wonāt be able to see you; heās not sure if thatāll be enough tonight. Coach is talking to him, trying to hype him up, but he canāt hear a word. He just knows he needs to end this fight as soon as he possibly can and that means not going out there all guns blazing like a reckless thug in a bar fight; it means taking a step back (and he physically does it, takes one step back), taking a deep breath, and remembering the strategy, remembering the training. Heās ready for this (āYouāre ready for this, JK,ā Coach cries); heās going to destroy Canelo (āYouāre going to smash it, mate; youāre going to destroy him!ā); and then heās going to destroy you and himself in that order.
Canelo seems thrown off by Jungkook at the start: his size, maybe, his strength, his Southpaw stance despite being right-handed, Jungkook canāt be sure, but he wins the first round decisively and itās exactly how he needs it to go: he likes to be the underdog but he likes an early lead. Spite and competitiveness can get you surprisingly far in life. He was right that Canelo is heavy and Jungkook is able to run rings around him; he thinks he might genuinely be able to get this wrapped up early, if he can just manage to hit him hard enough.
That turns out to be an ambitious goal and, halfway through, heās slightly down on points. Heās frustrated; he canāt quite work out why his punches arenāt landing. Are they really not connecting? It certainly doesnāt feel like it. Are the judges just not seeing them? Heās not sure what he can do about that. He spits out the water Coach squirted in his mouth and heās nodding at his advice. As he stands to get ready for the seventh round, his eyes roam the crowd, not looking for anything, just looking. Then his stomach flips. He sees you.
Youāre sitting in your seat, anxious and uncomfortable. It always makes you anxious to see him fight, even though you know heās trained for this and heās as safe as anyone else would be in the same situation, but you flinch every time Canelo lands a punch. Jungkook hasnāt lost a fight all year and youāre surprised to see him losing ā even if not by many points. You hadnāt really considered the possibility of him losing, because he doesnāt. Heās Jungkook. Heās the Baby Assassin of Busan. He doesnāt lose.
But things go from bad to worse. The next rounds see Jungkook falter, making uncharacteristic mistakes and misjudgements that cost him points. As the bell rings at the end of the tenth round, you can see the frustration in Jungkookās face from here. Your stomach twists; you know how much this fight means to him and how upset heāll be if he loses. You try to rouse yourself; itās not over ātil itās over. There are two rounds to go and heās not so far behind he canāt make it up. Thereās still a chance.
When Jungkook stands for the eleventh round, you see him scanning the crowd in your direction. You panic, should you hide? Duck? Cover your face? Too late; his eyes find yours and the second stretches into eternity, just you and him, before heās tapped by the ref and he turns away. You shouldnāt have come. Youāre a distraction. Youāre going to make it worse.
Jungkook is going to lose.
The bell rings and Jungkook feels sprightly, buoyed, suddenly less tired than he had done in the last round. He dances energetically around the ring, keeping Canelo moving, keeping him throwing punches and missing, throwing more punches and missing again and again. Youāre on the edge of your seat; this is the Jungkook you know. All at once, he lands three punches on Canelo and leaps back out of his retaliatory reach. Then he settles in a bit closer and lets Canelo land a couple on him; thisā¦ isnāt the Jungkook you know. You canāt work out what heās doing; youāve not seen him do this before. You turn to the clock, watching the seconds of the round tick by. Thirty seconds left. You check the points. Jungkook still behind.
This is more like it, Jungkook thinks. He can end it. He knows he can. He just has to let Canelo let his guard down a little more, tire him out a little further. Jungkook is not letting this get to twelve rounds. It wonāt happen. Not on his watch.
Youāre so focused on the screen: the points, the time, that you miss what causes the crowd to suddenly surge and scream. Canelo is standing with the referee in front of him, looking a little dazed. The ref lets them continue and the round commences again. Before Canelo has even blinked, Jungkook has hit him with a left hook that you know he put all his weight into. Canelo falls to the mat and doesnāt get back up. The ref starts counting. The crowd count with him.
Jungkook is buzzing. Heās done it. Itās finally over. And that means thereās only one thing on his mind. He canāt focus, is barely there as they hand him his belt, as he lifts it above his head to show the screaming crowd. People are congratulating him, slapping his back, rubbing his hair; at some point, someone takes his hands and rips off his gloves ā heās not sure where they end up. The fight was televised and a man with a microphone approaches him. He tries hard to focus on the questions, answering as quickly as he can and then the presenter asks just what heās going to do now heās won his first Super Middleweight title.
āWell,ā he answers, āI havenāt come in four weeks so Iām going to go find my girl and fuck her in the dressing room ātil neither of us can walk straight!ā
He points right at you, flicks a peace sign to the crowd and jogs back the way he entered 45 long minutes ago.
He keeps jogging all the way to the dressing room, stopping for precisely nobody. Coach tries to grab his attention, tries to grab his shoulder, but he shrugs him off. Wild horses canāt keep him from you now.
He swings open the dressing room, for a moment disappointed that youāre not there before him, but, of course you wouldnāt be. Heāll have to wait; itās been four weeks, he can cope with another four minutes. Probably. He paces back and forth, back and forth; he chugs half a bottle of water; he almost wipes the sweat off his body, dries his hair, but then he remembers how much you like him dirty like this. Just the thought of you has got him hard already. He palms himself through his shorts and immediately has to stop himself; to come before youāve even got in the door is unthinkable, unforgivable.
The door opens and there you are.
āFucking finally.ā
Jungkook slams his hands either side of your head, leaning down over you, sweat still dripping from his hair. He lowers one hand slowly to lock the door, his dark eyes never leaving yours, and then returns it next to your head.
āDid you have to wear fucking jeans?ā he asks, laughing lightly. Of course, sheād wear jeans, he thinks, fucking tease. āCouldnāt find a dress? A skirt?ā
āSorry,ā you answer, and youāre already breathless.
Jungkook kisses you, pressing his whole body against you and you sigh; god how youāve missed this. He turns you around with one knock of his hand on your hip and he unbuttons your jeans impatiently. He shoves them roughly down your legs and you step out of them and your shoes at the same time.
āOh baby, I donāt care. All I care about is finally getting to fuck you like you deserve. Please tell me youāre wet already. I donāt think I can wait a second longer.ā
Heās usually more considerate; he would usually take his time. But this is not a usual situation. You laugh.
āKookie, Iāve been wet for weeks, just hurry the fuck up, would you?ā
He doesnāt need telling twice. He strips off his shorts and boxers and as he presses the head of his cock against your entrance, and it twitches, he gasps.
āShit.ā
He takes a few breaths, tries to steady himself. He kisses your neck, buying himself some time. Heās on a hair trigger and heās not entirely convinced he wonāt blow his load in one thrust.
āJust so you know,ā he tells you, figuring thereās nothing else for it. āIām going to last about ten seconds right now, but I promise, Iāll be ready to go again. I swear this wonāt be it.ā
āJust fuck me, please, Kookie. Iāll take ten seconds over none.ā
Your whole body shudders as he presses into you for the first time in four weeks. You both moan low and Jungkook pauses at the bottom. You can feel him breathing heavily against your skin and he takes your trapezius in his teeth, taking a generous bite and not letting go as he drags himself backwards before thrusting in again. Your walls are spasming already; youāre so tight and heās stretching you just right, filling you up like youāve not been filled for 29 long days.
Ten seconds, as it happens, was an over-estimation. The way you grip him, the way he can feel your walls fluttering against him; youāre so hot and wet and tight and itās been so long and heās so sensitive. He lasts for all of a handful of thrusts before heās groaning and shooting hot, white ropes of cum into you.
āFuck, shit, sorry, baby, fuck!ā
You canāt help but laugh as you turn around, keeping your legs tight together. He grins sheepishly at you and runs a hand through his sweaty hair.
āIām sorry, love, I did tell you.ā He rests his forehead against yours. āIāve missed you so much.ā
His hands meet across your lower back and he pulls you close for a kiss.
āIāve missed you, too, Kookie,ā you mumble against his lips, half your words eaten up by Jungkookās mouth. You feel his tongue against your lower lip and you open up for him, sliding your tongue over his as he licks into your mouth. God, even this youāve missed. Youāve barely even seen him in the last week, let alone got close to him, let alone touched him, let alone kissed him, even chastely. Itās overwhelming now to have him so close to you, all over you. You never want him any further away.
He moves his hands lower and lifts you up under your bum, carrying you to the sofa, where he strips you of your top and bralet ā the black, lacy one you know he likes. You almost pout that he takes no notice of it but he catches you eye and grins.
āI notice, I know, I love you, thank you, but god, I donāt want a stitch on you right now. Nothing is better than you like this.ā He stretches his hands out over your naked body and climbs over you. He ducks again, swallowing your next moan as he pinches at your nipple.
His mouth is everywhere, burning wherever it touches. Youāre sweating and breathless and you think you wonāt last much longer than ten seconds either when he finally touches you. Your cunt is quivering in anticipation, your clit throbbing a hard pulse, its echoes shuddering through you. Your back arches as Jungkook moves lower, his mouth on one nipple and then the next and then lower and lower still. He crawls off the sofa onto his knees and pulls you around, legs dangling from the edge. He spreads your thighs wide and takes a moment, looking down at your soaking wet pussy through half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips and clicks his neck from one side to the next before fixing you with a mischievous grin.
āIf you even think about teasing me,ā you gasp out. āI will fucking murder you.ā
He laughs and kisses your inner thigh.
āYou over-estimate my self-control, my love. Iām at my fucking limit.ā
He is. He isnāt even close to finished with you. His cock is already stirring again as he dives straight in, licking a broad stripe from core to clit and moaning lasciviously as he does. Youāre already so sensitive, whining and whimpering as he sucks and slurps at you, his face buried so far into the crux of your thighs, you donāt know if he can breathe. Almost immediately, youāre cresting, arching off the sofa, thighs clamping together on Jungkookās head as a streak of hot pleasure surges through you and fresh arousal gushes over his face.
He brings his hands to your thighs and forces them apart without breaking contact with your cunt. He doesnāt stop, no matter how you squirm; you canāt catch your breath to tell him youāre over-stimulated, to beg him to stop, to give you a secondās break. A scream breaks in your throat as he pushes three fingers inside you and youāre seeing stars. He finally takes his mouth from you and breathes heavily against you, his breath sending sprinkles of goosebumps across your skin. He curls his fingers inside you and then tips your hips just slightly, suddenly hitting the perfect spot. Youāre incoherent, animal, as you moan and whimper, stuttering to another orgasm under his ministrations.
You donāt have to find a way to ask him to remove his fingers as the waves of your orgasm roll through you but just as you are about to breathe a sigh of relief, his mouth is back on you. Heās gentle this time, more patient. He kisses your lips, licks through your folds slowly, moaning, his brows knitting together because itās been so long since heās tasted you and thereās nothing heād ever rather eat. He buries his tongue in your hole, bumping your clit with his nose; if it were anyone else, it might be accidental, but you know Jungkook knows your body perfectly and knows exactly what he's doing. Youāre raw, over-wrought, dehydrated. Your vision swims and your voice gets stuck in your throat, able only to gasp and stutter, not even able to scream his name out loud as you scream it in your head. Your hands tremble, one pushing back the hair on your head, the other finding its way to Jungkookās hair, tangling there as if you could even dream of giving him direction right now.
His eyes flick to yours and theyāre black, pupils dilated, lids fluttering quickly to a close again as he moans, vibrating lips sealing around your screamingly sensitive clit. Your hand pulls sharply at his hair, but he doesnāt even seem to notice. You feel like every atom in your body has been electrified, every touch, every movement ā yours or his ā sending sparks straight to your core, where theyāre churned up into a tight ball. Like the death of a star, your body collapses in on itself, contracting and tightening as you are reduced to little more than a silent scream, and then explodes, a supernova of ecstasy exploding within you, scattering bits of you all over the room.
When you open your eyes, you can see stars wherever you look, which isnāt far because you canāt find it within you to move a single muscle.
āYou ok, my love?ā
Jungkookās face swims into view, a dopey grin on his sticky, wet face. He looks drunk or high or both. He pushes the hair off your face, your flushed cheeks, fucked-out, dilated pupils staring straight at him; he thinks you look high or drunk or both. He kisses you so you can taste yourself on his lips and youāre suddenly hungry again.
āKookie.ā Your voice is hoarse and low, still strangled with need.
Jungkook hums against your mouth as he lifts you up, pressing your back into the back of the sofa.
āKookie.ā
You manage to grab his face between your palms and hold him still, giving you a chance to focus on him, see him properly.
āTell me what you need,ā he says, as eager to please and energetic as a new puppy and you have no idea how. He should be tired; he knows heās going to crash hard, but right now, thereās adrenaline surging through him like thereās no tomorrow. Heās wired; heās excited; he feels almost manic with love and lust and heās so high, he canāt see the ground. He feels like he could go all night and heās certainly going to try.
āI need you inside me, right now, right this second. Please, please, please.ā
You arenāt exactly unaccustomed to begging but nothing will stop the stream of āpleaseās tumbling from your mouth. Nothing, that is, except the head of Jungkookās perfect cock in your folds, waiting, teasing at your entrance.
Heās lifted you again, setting you on the arm of the sofa, him kneeling on the cushions; with nothing to rest against, you cling to him tight as your breath catches in your throat. He watches closely as he pushes into the tight, wet slip of your cunt, watching himself disappear into you. You want to make a joke about lasting another ten seconds but you donāt have the energy, the capacity, the mental agility to make it; you just about manage to cry his name as starts to thrust, smooth and slow at first, but soon, quicker, harder, accompanied by quiet growls and grunts as he grips you tight. You really do feel drunk, giddy, hysterical as heās finally, finally back where he belongs. You feel tears prick in your eyes at the relief of it, the pressure, the pleasure.
āGod, Iāve missed you,ā he whispers. āShit, I canāt wait to fill you up, stuff you fucking full. Can you take it, baby?ā
Heās relieved he hasnāt come again already, though he knows he could. Heās holding back because heās still so close to the edge. If he isnāt careful, heās going to lose it again.
āI can take it,ā you reply, voice high and tight. āGive it to me, Kookie- fuck.ā
He grabs the hair at the back of your head and pulls it back, exposing your neck so he can kiss you, lick you, bite you there, moaning against your skin as you whimper and stutter.
āKookie, shit, please. I need you to fuck me forever. God, donāt stop. Donāt stop.ā
āNever,ā he grunts. āShit, wonāt stop. Iām yours, baby.ā
āOnly mine.ā
āOnly yours.ā
You press your lips to his clavicle, then lick a bead of sweat travelling down his throat. Jungkook moves faster still, his grip on you painfully tight as he threatens your cervix with every thrust. Youāre so sensitive, youāre at an almost constant spasm around him; your limbs still heavy and weak, tingling like theyāre both going numb and coming back to life. You simultaneously want this to last forever and feel like youāll die if a single extra ounce of pleasure is put on you. Then Jungkook sucks at that one spot on your neck that makes you melt and you swear, voice wavering and breaking.
āGive me one more, baby,ā he demands, so low you almost donāt hear it.
āI donāt have it,ā you whimper.
āYes, you do, cāmon, y/n.ā
And he slips a hand between you, never letting his pace falter.
āJesus, fuck!ā
He touches you gently, but itās enough to have reality slipping from view, your vision burning white, your blood roaring, screaming in your ears as you cum again. You hold him tight, your nails digging into his back, your teeth hard on the delicate flesh of his neck. It rolls through you, knocking your breath from your lungs, and once itās passed, youāre trembling, shaking.
Jungkook is holding his breath, straining to last to fuck you through your orgasm; youāre so tight around him itās like his brain loses signal, just a siren wailing an emergency. No thoughts, no words, when you collapse against him, he exhales, and releases into you with a long, high-pitched sigh.
He lies back onto the sofa, taking you with him.
āThat was more than ten seconds, right?ā he asks, breathless.
You laugh and pat his shoulder.
āWell done, little jammy dodger; Iām proud of you.ā
āFor lasting more than ten seconds or winning the title?ā
āWhat title?ā
The question leaves your lips before your brain has engaged and Jungkook laughs, first a little and then a lot, so much that you canāt help but laugh with him, canāt help but laugh until youāre crying, your abs hurting, youāre silent in your mirth, breathless and voiceless and hysterical.
When you finally stop, you bring your face level to his. He still has tears of laughter in his eyes and streaking his cheeks. You wipe them away with your thumb and he turns his head to kiss your palm.
āBoth, I guess?ā you answer.
He grins and shakes his head.
āI almost lost. I thought I was going to fucking lose,ā he tells you. āThat second half, I-ā¦ā
āWhat happened?ā
āI saw you. I saw you in the crowd and I almost fucking came right then and there.ā He laughs, though it was anything but funny at the time. āI couldnāt concentrate on the fight; all I could think about was trying not to get a fucking boner. Shit what a stupid fucking idea it was not having sex for four we-ā
āI fucking told you!ā
āI know, I know. I will never not listen to you ever again for the rest of my life, I swear. God.ā
āNo more sex bans?ā
āNo more sex bans. I am never, ever not having sex with you again.ā
āGood.ā
You lift yourself onto your elbows on his chest and kiss him first on the lips, then the jaw and neck and anywhere within reach.
āSpeaking of never not having sexā¦ Are you ready to go again?ā
ā„ genre: best friends to lovers, roommate and college au, fluff, crack, smut
ā„ rating: 18+
ā„ warnings: swearing, heās just a bit of a fuckboy, bickering, swooning over/thirsting for jk (š¤·āāļø), a manually induced fake blackout? dunno those 2 are odd k, they play uno, a lot of spending time in the darkness, kook has no chill, teasing, consent, dirty talk, fingering, cmnf for a while, sexual tension, oral (both receiving), shower sex, choking, hair pulling, reader cries a bit, jk likes to praise, dry humping?, pussy and tits slapping rip (and some ass ig), making outš, manhandling, jk loves her tits and ass and plays with them (a lot), heās sweet but cocky too, protected sex, dom + big dick kook
ā„ wc:Ā 14.3k
ā„ authorāsnotes:Ā mmmkay here it issss, thisā¦Ā thing. i may repent for my sins. also i do not know why this is so long, i thought it would be 10k rip please i apologize. anyways, i really hope you like it!! iām very stoked to find out what you thinkš¶āš«ļø
ā„ summary:Ā Utility bills shooting up like this should be an international crime. Luckily, Jungkook has the perfect idea(s) to save up money and make your night sinfully unforgettable.
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