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[jung-koook]

the way taehyung picks jungkook up so effortlessly 😅

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a writer’s struggle

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needy | jjk & myg

Jungkook refuses to admit that he has feelings for you, but he's slowly cracking under the pressure. Will his bright idea of asking his friend to seduce you be the final thing that helps him get over his interest in you?

Relationship: Jungkook x Reader x Yoongi

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Marijuana, Cuckolding (except they fail lol), Humiliation, Jungkook Has a Degradation Kink, yoongi and jungkook are kinda like “good cop/bad cop” except jungkook is more of a sub than he thinks he is, Switch Jungkook, Soft Dom Yoongi, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Blow Jobs, Deepthroating, Cunnilingus

Word Count: 4,272 

A/N: Wrote this for the bisexuals tbh.  

Soundtrack: like i would - zayn  

PART ONE | PART TWO

“Hey, love. Can I call you love?” 

You give Yoongi a bashful smile and nod your head. He brings his hand to your thigh, softly running his fingers along your exposed skin. 

The three of you sit in Jungkook’s apartment, with you and Yoongi on the couch and Jungkook in a chair on the other side of the room. Jungkook nurses a half-finished blunt between his lips and allows the marijuana to fog his memories of how he’d gotten here. 

You giggle at whatever Yoongi whispers in your ear, your freshly manicured fingers pressing against your lips. Jungkook undoes the button at the neck of his dress shirt and shoulders his suit jacket off. He’d forgotten he was still wearing it. 

Leaning back, Jungkook watches you squirm when Yoongi’s hand reaches the hem of your skirt. You stare at Yoongi with heavy red eyes. His eyes match yours, and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. 

Your sorority formal was a bust, not to Jungkook’s surprise. Spending the night in a seedy nightclub, humid with the stench of sweat and beer, with a bunch of wasted college kids wasn’t exactly Jungkook’s idea of fun.

He told himself a thousand times that he wouldn’t agree to go with you. Yet Jungkook put on his only suit and slicked back his hair, which was getting to be a bit too long. He spent an hour pregaming with your lame friends, who Jungkook believes really shouldn’t be your friends, and another hour and a half dancing at the nightclub that was just as terrible as he knew it would be. 

Had he had fun? Absolutely the fuck not. The moment you started grinding your ass on his dick when more sexually explicit music started playing, he’d quickly snatched your wrist and dragged you out of the club. Now you’re in Jungkook’s apartment, stumbling home in the middle of the night, all dolled up and looking prettier than Jungkook has ever seen you.

It was just a coincidence that you ran into Yoongi, Jungkook’s neighbor and decent friend, in the hallway of their apartment complex. The thing is, Jungkook saw the way Yoongi eyed you in your little black skirt that just barely covered your ass and the swell of your tits bubbling out of your corset. He saw the way Yoongi licked his lips, pausing longer than necessary to chat with the two of you as he fumbled with the keys to his apartment.

Jungkook still isn’t sure what he was thinking when he invited Yoongi over when it had been clear that he was dragging you home to fuck you, but you didn’t protest when your night turned into a smoke session with Jungkook’s friend. 

A few blunts later, Jungkook had pulled Yoongi into the kitchen while you lounged on the couch. 

“You want me to what?” 

“Fuck her.” 

“Like, right now?” Yoongi had taken in a sharp inhale as his eyes widened. “Does she like me?” 

Jungkook had rolled his eyes in response, passing the blunt to his friend while he searched for words. It wasn’t fair to act like Yoongi was the idiot here when Jungkook asked something highly unexpected out of him, not to mention that Jungkook wasn’t being honest about why. 

“Yeah, I know the face she makes when she’s interested. She keeps looking at you like that.” Had he been lying? Maybe. Yoongi is cute, objectively. You probably think so, too. The fuck if Jungkook knows. 

All Jungkook knows is that he needs his favorite hookup to get the fuck out of his head. He’s tired of seeing your face when he fucks other people. He’s tired of opening and closing Instagram just to refresh your profile. He’s tired of caving whenever you text him to come over, always staying the night despite Jungkook’s no-sleepovers rule. 

Yoongi is a good friend. He’s consistent, reliable, and open-minded. Plus, weed makes Yoongi horny anyway. Jungkook is honestly doing him a favor. 

But something stirs in the pit of Jungkook’s stomach when Yoongi finally slips his hand beneath your skirt after playing at the hem. Compared to Jungkook, what Yoongi lacks in size and strength he makes up for in the softer features Jungkook knows girls like: large hands, plush lips, and gentle eyes. Yoongi’s ass might even be a tad bit fatter than his, too, but Jungkook isn’t looking at another dude’s ass. 

“You’re cute,” Yoongi murmurs. 

“Th-Thank you,” you say with a small sigh. 

“Wanna give me a kiss, love?” 

When your lips connect, Jungkook turns away. The soft moan that falls from your mouth shoots like electricity straight to his cock, but Jungkook struggles to lift his eyes. He has no desire to watch his friend shove his tongue down your throat. 

But isn’t that the point? Perhaps Jungkook has forgotten what he’d wanted to gain from this. 

“Is our Jungkookie feeling left out?” 

Yoongi’s light teasing brings Jungkook out of his head. He finally looks up to see you’re now straddling Yoongi’s lap, arms loosely wrapped around his neck. You turn back to look at Jungkook, and he sees something akin to guilt flash in your eyes. It disappears once Yoongi runs his tongue up your throat, the sensation making your head fall back and lips part. 

Jungkook squeezes his fists against his thighs. His eyes lock with Yoongi’s, and the other man gives him a wink as he suckles the skin below your jaw. 

I asked for this. I asked for this. I asked for this. 

Jungkook is beginning to feel lightheaded. He shifts in his seat and realizes he isn’t breathing. His heart pounds so violently in his chest that he feels he might go into cardiac arrest. 

“Y/N, get the fuck over here,” Jungkook growls. His voice is deep and tight and cuts through the quiet living room as sharp as ice. 

You shoot up, re-adjusting your skirt from it being shoved around your waist. Yoongi watches with cat-like eyes as you wobble over to stand between Jungkook’s legs. He doesn’t utter a word, only cocks his head to the side and keeps his eyes on Jungkook. 

Jungkook makes a point of ignoring Yoongi. He turns his attention to you, grabbing your wrists and pulling you forward so you meet him at eye level. 

“Is he turning you on?” You tremble, avoiding Jungkook’s gaze. He pulls on your wrists again, tightening his grip on you. “Use your words.” 

When you still don’t speak, Jungkook reaches under your skirt to rip your thong down your legs. He slides his fingers through your pussy, toying at your entrance. When he pulls away, a sticky string of your arousal attaches to his fingers before eventually breaking off. 

“Look how wet you are for him. You fucking slut.” 

Jungkook hears Yoongi make a surprised noise from the couch, but he doesn’t bother looking. He keeps his attention on you because you’re all he ever wants to focus on. 

“Yes,” you finally admit. You stare into Jungkook’s eyes with swollen lips bitten between your teeth. 

“You want him to fuck you?” Jungkook squints at you, already knowing the answer. But he wants to hear you say it. He needs the confirmation that you want someone other than him, that someone else can pleasure you, potentially even better than he can. He needs you to tell him that you don’t want him. 

Jungkook pulls down your skirt to let it pool around your ankles with your underwear. You let out a small whimper, but he knows you know better than to stay silent. 

“Y-Yes.” 

“Yes, what?” Jungkook lets go of your wrists to rip open the lace corset you’re wearing. Your tits spill out, and he fights the urge to bring his mouth to them. 

“Yes, I want him to fuck me.” 

Jungkook twirls you around so you have your back to him. He pulls you into his lap, positioning his knees between your legs so he can force you to spread open, on display for Yoongi. 

“Do you want to fuck her?” Jungkook’s jaw muscles twitch beneath his skin as he bites into his molars. His hands snake forward to caress the inside of your thighs, daring to swipe his fingers through your dripping folds. “She’s a needy little slut.” He spits the words more for you than for Yoongi. 

Yoongi is hard. His already skin-tight jeans stretch across his groin so tightly that Jungkook is sure even pinching the fabric between two fingers would be impossible. He can relate to his friend: Jungkook’s pants are too tight around his hips from his erection, but he ignores his arousal. 

“Fuck, yeah.” Yoongi’s voice comes out hoarse and low, and Jungkook feels you clench your thighs when he speaks.

“Great.” Jungkook grits his teeth. He pushes you off of him and rises to his feet. 

You stand between Jungkook and Yoongi, eyeing both men with a hint of… curiosity, perhaps, in your expression. If you’re confused by what’s going on, then you aren’t the only one because Jungkook doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing. He assumed you would put your clothes back on and go next door to Yoongi’s apartment. The two of you would fuck, and Jungkook would force himself to take a cold shower and think about how you were Yoongi’s now. 

But Yoongi doesn’t move, and neither do you. 

“Well?” Jungkook knows gritting his teeth is bad for him, but he can’t help but seethe with irritation – largely at himself, but you and Yoongi are perfect scapegoats even though Jungkook did this all on his own. 

“You don’t want us to stay here?” Yoongi’s eyes drop to the bulge in Jungkook’s pants. He licks his lips and returns to Jungkook’s face. 

It hadn’t ever crossed Jungkook’s mind that staying was an option. 

When Jungkook doesn’t respond, Yoongi turns to you. He gives you a gentle smile, softer and prettier than Jungkook has ever given you. “What do you want, love? Do you want JK to watch?” 

Drawing your bottom lip into your mouth, you grin as you bite your lip and nod. “Yeah, I do.” Your eyes drift from Yoongi’s to Jungkook’s, and your expression falls momentarily. “Unless you don’t want me, too, JK.” 

Jungkook shakes his head, speaking before he can stop himself. “I always want you.” 

It might feel like the wrong thing to say, but it makes you happy, and Jungkook is realizing too quickly that making you happy is what he wants the most out of everything else. 

So when he finds himself standing beside his bed, shirtless, watching Yoongi removing the last of his clothing, Jungkook wonders just how much this is going to fuck him up in the head. Because there’s no way he’s walking away from this the same as he was when he went into it. Even though he’s frustrated and high and ready to prove something to himself (what, he doesn’t know), Jungkook can’t shake the thought that maybe he’s going about all this wrong. 

“Oh fuck, Yoongi, oh my god,” you squeal, throwing your head back into the bed. Yoongi sucks on your clit, and how his jaw works against your lips tells Jungkook that he’s likely lapping at your clit with his tongue. 

“She tastes so fucking good,” Yoongi moans with glistening lips. 

Jungkook’s mouth starts to water. He knows. Fuck, he knows. You’re sweet and creamy and so fucking warm. 

“Why don’t you come over here?” Yoongi turns his head to the side to lock eyes with Jungkook as he slathers his tongue through your folds. He licks a long, slow stripe up your pussy, purposefully gathering your arousal on his tongue so strings of it attach to his lips when he pulls away – all the while keeping his eyes on Jungkook. “Taste her with me, Jungkookie.” 

Joining them hadn’t been the plan. Even watching hadn’t been the plan. Yet Jungkook finds himself maneuvering around Yoongi, so they both can settle between your thighs. 

Yoongi lowers his head to run his tongue around your entrance. The new position makes more room for Jungkook to lean forward. Keeping his eyes on you rather than Yoongi, Jungkook tentatively flicks his tongue against your clit. 

A moan rips from your throat as you feel the double stimulation of Jungkook licking and sucking your clit while Yoongi plunges his tongue inside you. You immediately buck your hips, but Yoongi holds them down firmly. It’s easier than he expected. A stupid little voice in his head comments that he and Yoongi work well together. 

“I’m gonna cum, oh my god.” Your moans sound strained and wet. 

With your legs spread between Jungkook and Yoongi’s shoulders, it’s impossible for you to close your legs. Jungkook’s eyes fly open when he feels Yoongi dig his fingers into his scalp. Holding a solid grip on Jungkook’s hair, Yoongi maneuvers his head for his tongue to hit your clit just right, sending you over the edge. You cum with a scream that’s muffled by Yoongi’s free hand pressing against your mouth. 

When Yoongi finally allows Jungkook to lift his head for air, he maintains his hold on his hair. Your arousal glistens on Jungkook’s lips in a thick, sticky layer. Before Jungkook can catch his breath, Yoongi pulls his head forward to crash his lips against Jungkook’s. 

Jungkook inhales sharply as Yoongi’s tongue glides along his lips, licking off your slippery arousal and leaving his spit behind. When Jungkook’s lips part slightly, Yoongi’s tongue finds its way in, licking at the inside of Jungkook’s mouth. Yoongi grabs Jungkook’s thigh for support as he leans in, and Jungkook feels his cock twitch in his briefs. It’s alarming, but it feels good. Surprisingly good, to let his friend suck his bottom lip into his mouth. 

“So pretty,” Yoongi hums, pulling Jungkook’s head back to let his eyes roam over the younger man’s features as his cheeks turn bright pink. “Pretty boy.” 

You whine from being neglected for too long, and Yoongi quickly lets go of Jungkook to cradle your face in his hands and kiss you instead. It’s gentle and soft, just like Yoongi had kissed Jungkook. 

“Would you like it, love?” Yoongi speaks softly to you, his long fingers tracing hypnotizing patterns into the soft skin of your thighs. “Want to watch me suck our Jungkookie off?” 

“Oh.” Jungkook feels like he got punched in the gut. 

You give him a sly smile as you nod your head. “I do. I really do.” 

Jungkook tightly fists the sheets with both hands as Yoongi leans down to kiss the head of his cock through his briefs, right where a large wet spot is forming. He flinches slightly, but the action has him bucking into Yoongi’s face rather than pulling away. 

Everything in him screams that this is not how the night was supposed to go, but he still lifts his hips as Yoongi drags his briefs over his ass and past his thighs. His heart nearly leaps out of his chest once his briefs are completely pulled off his legs, and Yoongi is reaching up to take Jungkook’s cock in his large fist. 

Yoongi keeps his eyes locked on Jungkook’s as he slowly sticks his tongue out and gives it a few light taps with Jungkook’s cock. The dark, heavy eyes Yoongi watches him with have Jungkook’s face heating up. 

“Not the cocky dom anymore, are you, Jungkookie?” Yoongi purs smugly. 

For a moment, Jungkook forgets that you are sitting beside him, waiting with your legs open for him to play with your pussy. All he can do is watch as Yoongi slips the head of his cock into his warm mouth and swirls his skillful tongue around the ridge of his head. Jungkook gasps when Yoongi gives him a hard suck and slips more of him into his mouth until the head of Jungkook’s cock is nudging the back of Yoongi’s throat. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook moans, one hand reaching down to grab a fistful of Yoongi’s thick hair and the other reaching over to slip two fingers inside you. When Yoongi swallows around his throbbing cock, more profanity spews from Jungkook’s open mouth. “Ohh, shit, oh shit.” 

Smug, Yoongi lifts off of Jungkook’s cock and turns toward you, pulling you into a kiss by the back of your head. With his grip still on you, Yoongi guides you toward Jungkook’s cock. 

“Your turn, love,” Yoongi murmurs roughly, and it takes all of Jungkook’s self-control not to bust a nut right there.

His cock is shiny from Yoongi’s spit. You wrap your lips around the tip, suckling it. Yoongi massages your tits as you bob your head, and Jungkook spreads his legs, his thighs pressing against your and Yoongi’s chests. 

“Shit, wait,” Jungkook huffs, trying to push the two of you away from him. “Gotta stop.”

He’s honestly a bit flustered by all the attention, which is a new feeling for him. Having never experienced a threesome before, Jungkook doesn’t quite know what to do with himself – especially with another man involved. Especially when that other man is his friend. 

“Let’s give our love some more attention, hm?” Yoongi reaches for you with a gentle touch. 

You lie flat on your back and lift your legs as Yoongi kneels between them. He squeezes the backs of your thighs to push your legs to your chest and hold them open. 

While Yoongi maneuvers you into a comfortable position, you tilt your head to look up at where Jungkook kneels beside you. His cock dangles near your face, and it embarrassingly kicks up when you give him a small smile. It used to piss him off and still does, but he’s become familiar with the ache in his chest when you give him that look. Adoration isn’t something he deserves, and he knows it. 

“Ready, love?” When Jungkook looks up, Yoongi is holding the base of his cock as he rubs the tip between your slick folds. You let out a breathy “Yeah” that Jungkook just barely registers. 

Something like jealousy, but not as envious and more aggressive, rumbles in Jungkook’s chest. You and Jungkook never wear protection because he knows he’s the only person fucking you, and Jungkook always wears protection with everyone else. There’s trust between you, which developed organically as you learned about each other over time. Even though this was all entirely his idea, the sudden realization that someone else is about to fuck you raw has Jungkook grinding his molars so terribly he might need to see a dentist.

He’s about to say something when Yoongi lets go of his cock for a moment, and Jungkook can better see that he’s wearing a thin, clear condom. 

Whatever the fuck was going rabid inside of Jungkook’s chest settles down at that realization, though his nerves are starting to get the better of him. That is, until your hand glides up the side of Jungkook’s thigh, bringing his attention back down to you. 

“Hi,” you whisper. 

The corners of Jungkook’s mouth twitch as he whispers a greeting back. It’s such a juvenile thing to say when he’s got his cock in your face and Yoongi’s rubbing his own in circles around your clit. But Jungkook doesn’t care. Internally, he chastises himself for growing soft. Not his dick! But his heart. He’s emotionally soft, and it’s everything he said he wouldn’t let happen. 

“Are you ready?” Your eyes are attentive and bright when you ask, and Jungkook feels himself falling deeper into whatever part of himself is reserved just for you. He’s not ready. But he has to be.

Yoongi can hear; he’s right there, but he politely waits for your small interaction to run its course before he says anything. 

“Ready?” He repeats himself, but it’s quiet and nowhere near impatient. 

“Mhm, please,” you beg, and it sounds so much different when you beg for Yoongi than when you beg for Jungkook. Yoongi coos and praises you and gives you rewards for begging. Jungkook realizes he uses your desire to punish you. 

Interestingly, you get off on both. 

You let out a breathy moan as Yoongi slides inside you, your mouth falling open and your eyes fluttering. But you keep them open, even as your eyelids grow heavy so that you can stare into Jungkook’s. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook hears Yoongi curse.

Your body jolts forward when Yoongi bottoms out and then pulls back to snap his hips against yours. Every thrust brings you closer to Jungkook. He watches you with a burning stomach as you hold out your tongue, pressing the tip to the underside of his cock to lap at the precum dribbling from his slit. 

“God, you’re so fucking,” Yoongi lets out a string of curses, but Jungkook has all his focus on the way your face contorts as Yoongi starts pounding into you. 

“Harder.” You moan the request to Yoongi – who obliges – but you stare into Jungkook’s eyes as you do it. 

Tilting your head further, you lap at the underside of Jungkook’s cock again. 

“Jungkookie.” The sound of Yoongi moaning his name makes Jungkook’s stomach flip. “She’s being such a, fuck, good girl for us. Give baby what she wants.” 

Yoongi’s cheeks are flushed a light shade of pink, and his dark hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat. For a moment, Jungkook gets lost in examining Yoongi. Even though he’s intensely pounding into you, there isn’t anything aggressive about his technique. He caresses your legs, kisses your calves, and moans little praises. 

“Oh my god, Yoongi. Oh fuck, right, r-r-right there, please don’t stop.” You scramble to hold onto something, your nails eventually digging into Jungkook’s thigh. He hisses but doesn’t tell you to let go. 

“Shit.” 

It’s a delayed response, but Jungkook finally moves closer to your face. With one hand holding the base of his cock and the other cradling your chin, he guides his cock into your mouth. 

“That’s it,” Yoongi groans, one hand pressing against your abdomen. “Fuck her throat, Jungkook-ah.” 

It’s so dirty the way you moan against Jungkook’s cock as he fucks your mouth. He keeps your head angled in a way that doesn’t hurt you and does his best to time his thrusts with Yoongi’s. It takes a few attempts before the two men find a good rhythm, but once they do, Jungkook honestly isn’t sure how long he’ll be able to last.

It’s loud and sloppy, fucking your throat as you drool around his cock. Jungkook can’t take his eyes off of your face. Tears slide down your temples, and your throat bulges with every thrust, but it’s the vibrations from your moans as Yoongi fucks into you that really shoot electricity up Jungkook’s cock. Everything is wet and warm, and even the sound of Yoongi’s moans gets to his head as he spirals. 

A hand presses against Jungkook’s chin, tilting his face up and away from looking down at you. His hips falter slightly, but he maintains a shallow, slow thrust that allows you to catch your breath. It’s Yoongi beckoning Jungkook. His fingers dig into Jungkook’s jaw as he leans forward, his hips pushing harder against yours to capture Jungkook’s lips in his. 

Jungkook feels you pull back slightly, and your tongue swirls around the head of his cock while your lips suckle him. At the same time, Yoongi slides his hand up to grab a fistful of Jungkook’s hair and tugs it. 

“Are you gonna cum, baby boy?” Yoongi whispers against Jungkook’s lips, and Jungkook chokes out a moan as bright lights explode in his vision. 

He cums into your mouth with a moan that’s swallowed up by Yoongi, who continues to fuck into you. He lets go of Jungkook’s hair and brings his fingers down to play with your clit, ensuring you reach your orgasm before he eventually does. Jungkook hardly notices any of it; he’s too exhausted to do anything but sit back on his heels and let his head hang forward as he waits for his breathing to regulate. 

Yoongi gets up and slips down the hall, discarding the used condom in the bathroom trash and bringing back a warm, damp washcloth. He’s careful as he massages the inside of your thighs, even more so when he carefully lifts Jungkook’s cock to clean him up, too.

Jungkook lets him, now sprawled on his back on the bed beside you, tells himself that this doesn’t have to mean anything even though his heart feels full and his body is buzzing with a warmth that feels like more than just an orgasm. 

“Thank you, Yoongi,” you say softly. Yoongi boops your nose with his index finger. 

“Don’t need to thank me, love. I had fun.” Yoongi eases onto the bed, lying on his side next to you. “I had fun with both of you.” 

Jungkook has two pairs of eyes on him, searching for something in the same way he’s searching your faces. 

“JK?” You reach up to run your fingers through Jungkook’s hair. 

Jungkook lets out a small hum, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling. “You’re not too bad, I guess,” he says with as nonchalant of a tone as he can. But his poker face turns into a grin when you slap his bare chest, and Yoongi chuckles from the other side of the bed. 

“You’re so full of yourself, Jeon Jungkook.” 

Jungkook still doesn’t know what to do with you, but now he’s got Yoongi, too. He’s realizing maybe it doesn’t have to be as hard as he’s making it out to be. 

[skzhotpot]

Oh no Babydoll was great and then you had to go add Yoongi and give us a little mxm and it got BETTER 😛😛😛😛

[gimmethatagustd]

yoonkook is just SO GOOD and i really don't give them enough attention !! i'm glad you liked both the fics~ thank you for reading/reblogging!

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keep singing this lie (7) | kth + jjk

Summary: Black Swan, an up-and-coming alternative metal rock band, is going on its first official tour. Jungkook looks forward to proving himself in a cutthroat industry, and Taehyung looks forward to the groupies. Neither expects to find the comfort their hearts truly desire in one another.

Pairing: Drummer Taehyung x Singer Jungkook

Chapter Rating: Explicit

Chapter WC: 5,535

Chapter CW: Yoongi is a villain!!, Jealous Taehyung, Anal Fingering (in public), I got really emotional writing this chapter (and the next one) i'm ngl

A/N: i spent a lot of time reworking the outline for this fic cuz i didn't like what i had written/where i wanted the story to go. i updated the chapter count and now i'm scared LOL. anywayyy, i apologize for leaving this on a cliffhanger but i've been feeling miserable about not posting regularly lately (it's the Depression and ADHD), so i hope you'll think "a cliffhanger update is better than no update"

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Taehyung doesn’t know if consuming sweets for breakfast is a unique tradition in the U.S., but for some reason it was the thing that set him off when he followed Jimin to the other side of the world. It wasn’t getting a passport, navigating visas, or sneaking out of his family’s apartment in the early hours to catch a red-eye flight that broke him. With a less-than-beginner’s vocabulary and wide eyes, Taehyung sat down at some dingy diner a fifteen-minute drive from Chicago O’Hare International Airport, his lone suitcase crammed under the table alongside Jimin’s, and nearly burst into tears when the waitress slid a stack of chocolate chip-loaded pancakes in front of him.

In all honesty, Taehyung can’t remember why he got so upset. Had his eyes welled with tears of joy? Was he horrified by the sugary monstrosity? There was something about the transition from kimchi to sticky syrup that he hadn’t been prepared for.

Taehyung runs his tongue over his front teeth and remembers how he’d gagged after eating a spoonful of butter, thinking it had been a scoop of ice cream. Now, he sits in front of fluffy pancakes topped with assorted berries and powdered sugar, and a large salted caramel latte off to the side, and tries not to consider how much of him is still exactly the same.

“I feel like I’m too dirty to be here,” Seokjin whispers against the side of Taehyung’s face. Taehyung wants to turn and laugh, but he can’t break away from Jungkook’s smiling face.

Across the table, Jungkook sits close enough to Yoongi that they keep bumping elbows while they eat. It turns out Agust D isn’t the pretentious, selfish, famous musician Taehyung had expected him to be.

Well, Taehyung thinks he’s pretentious, but the rest of Black Swan disagrees, so what the fuck does he know?

Two days after Spine Breaker, they’re sitting in a boutique cafe in the festival city’s downtown, racking up a bill that will total more than what their gigs sometimes offer. Yoongi said he’ll cover it, along with the expense of reserving the back room so they would have more privacy as they ate brunch. Because apparently Yoongi gets recognized when he goes out, and finds it “tiresome”. Taehyung wouldn’t know.

“Do you like living in New York?” Jimin asks Yoongi, pulling Taehyung from his thoughts to return to the conversation—if one can call it that. It has mostly been a Q&A with the alternative rapper, just shy of an interrogation from two eager fans.

“It’s definitely entertaining,” Yoongi offers with a shrug. He leans back in his chair, swirls his champagne flute, the bright orange mimosa twirling at a leisurely pace that matches his relaxed posture. “I prefer Chicago, though. I spend time there more than New York, when I can.”

“Really?” Jungkook’s eyes grow wide. “We’re from Chicago!”

I’m from Daegu, Taehyung wants to interject. But he bites the inside of his cheek and tries not to think about how pink Jungkook’s cheeks get when Yoongi touches his shoulder.

“No wonder you’re so talented. I swear, Chicago produces the best talent. The music scene is more genuine.” Yoongi’s grin is gummy and sweet, or so Jimin said after they met at the Agust D meet and greet during Spine Breaker Fest.

Apparently, Black Swan’s performance, as well as Jimin and Jungkook’s auras, had made such an impression on Yoongi that he wanted to spend his last day in town with them.

Taehyung and Seokjin had stayed behind for the meet and greet, trying to finish cleaning out the Emo Mobile before dusk. Since the festival lasted all weekend, they got to camp out at the RV lot, an insignificant speck of rust and puke green metal in a sea of high-end tour buses. Sure, there were plenty of bands at Spine Breaker who were just as ragtag of a group as Black Swan, but Taehyung likes to pretend they’re the only ones. Rather than be ashamed, he feels a sense of pride in making it to a festival that big with what little resources and industry pull they have. Black Swan is for everyday misfits just trying to make it out alive.

Unlike Yoongi, with his gold Rolex and black card.

Well, maybe it’s not really a Rolex or a black card. Maybe it’s just an average watch and Yoongi actually has major credit card debt. Maybe Taehyung is grinding his molars and thinking about punching that smug grin off Yoongi’s face as Jimin and Jungkook gush over how cool it is to be getting brunch with their favorite musician.

Fuck, he needs about twenty mimosas right now. This conversation would be so much less painful if he could get even a little tipsy.

Taehyung gulps down his water. Just as he’s about to put the glass back, a waiter arrives with a huge pitcher and refills it without a word. Being doted on by a stranger makes Taehyung’s skin crawl.

“And what about you, Taehyung?” Yoongi asks after taking a sip of his mimosa. His eyebrows arch in anticipation.

Taehyung doesn’t mean to snap, but his response is dry and clipped. “What.”

Jimin narrows his eyes at Taehyung over his mimosa, poured in a standard water glass because he always spills champagne flutes.

“Is this the life you’ve always imagined as a musician?” Something about Yoongi’s tone sounds condescending, like Taehyung hasn’t met some standard he isn’t aware of.

Taehyung crosses his arms against his chest with a snort. “It’s Black Swan or nothing.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin adds through a mouthful of scrambled eggs. He’s only half-listening; Taehyung doesn’t blame him.

Yoongi’s grin widens, and Taehyung hates it.

“Loyalty, I admire that,” Yoongi says, like it’s some fantastic feat.

Taehyung holds Yoongi’s gaze. “That’s how it’s supposed to be.”

Beside Yoongi, Jungkook squirms in his seat. His front teeth nibble at his lip ring. Taehyung only feels a little bad.

“I suppose,” Yoongi shrugs before tipping his head back to finish the last of his mimosa. “Sometimes that line of thinking is a bit stifling, though, isn’t it?”

Jimin and Jungkook lock onto every word that comes out of Yoongi’s mouth, like this cafe is a riverbed and Yoongi is Jesus preparing a baptism. Taehyung’s gaze slides to Seokjin for backup, but he’s shoveling more food in his mouth.

“I don’t know. Is it?”

Yoongi interlocks his fingers under his chin and lets his eyes roam Taehyung’s face. “Take Jungkook, for example.”

Jungkook perks up after hearing his name. It makes Taehyung’s stomach flip.

“What about him?” Taehyung asks, attempting to level his voice this time.

“He’s brilliant, isn’t he? You rarely come across vocals like his in a genre like this. There’s so much he could do” — Yoongi waves one hand in a sweeping motion across the table — “a whole assortment of opportunities, laid out like a buffet, to pick apart.”

“So true,” Jimin says, nodding along. “We could experiment more with our music, if we wanted to. I don’t know why we haven’t.”

The conversation morphs into a discussion about musicians who have changed their musical style over time, from Bring Me the Horizon to Mac Miller. Taehyung plops a strawberry in his mouth and wonders what the point is. Black Swan is fine how they are. What they’ve been doing is what got them to Spine Breaker Fest, right? Now that they’ve finally got more eyes on them, why would they switch things up?

For the rest of brunch, Taehyung falls into himself, a quiet observer. It helps that Seokjin seems uninterested in the conversation, too. The two men exchange remarks with one another, content with carrying on their own side conversation about Taehyung accidentally staining the pristine white tablecloth and Seokjin coming back from the bathroom, flustered from not knowing how to flush the fancy toilet.

Seokjin and Taehyung get so caught up in avoiding their peers that Taehyung almost misses Yoongi’s departing message.

“Really, though, I meant what I said earlier,” Yoongi talks like he’s speaking to all four of them, but he has his arm draped around Jungkook’s shoulders as they exit the cafe’s front doors.

“Are you sure?” Jungkook is cute when he’s hesitant, like every word he says is intentional, mulled over in his head before he speaks. Meanwhile, Taehyung thinks the filter between his thoughts and words is broken.

Outside, the heat prickles the back of Taehyung’s neck. He misses how much gentler the summer is back home—in Chicago, not home home. He can hardly remember summer at home.

“We can plan a time to meet up at my studio once I’m back in town. By that point, I’ll have a key you can keep.”

“That’s so generous,” Jungkook smiles, his gaze bouncing between Yoongi and Jimin. “I, um, I don’t even…”

Taehyung and Seokjin trail behind the other three with furrowed eyebrows. Seokjin is frowning at a text message from his landlord complaining that his mailbox is filling up from being away from home for so long. Taehyung is frowning at how Yoongi’s large hand curls around Jungkook’s bare shoulder exposed by his sleeveless tank shirt.

“Our little Kookoo-yah isn’t good with words sometimes,” Jimin says with a giggle, the softest thing about him other than the glee in his eyes.

Jungkook laughs softly, ducking his head. Yoongi doesn’t know that Jungkook doesn’t like being touched by strangers. Taehyung knows, though.

“It’s really kind of you,” Jungkook finally says once Yoongi lets him go.

Yoongi shrugs, so nonchalant, like he’s offering anything less than a professional studio Black Swan could never afford. They practice in Seokjin’s garage and rent out a recording room downtown once they’ve got the money saved up—but only until they’re done.

“I saw how you all perform,” Yoongi continues. “You’ve got something people need these days. I’d be fucking stupid not to help you out.”

Even Seokjin expresses his gratitude, shaking Yoongi’s hand once they reach the parking lot. The Emo Mobile looks like Shrek parked next to Yoongi’s Prince Charming of a Mercedes.

“Have safe travels back to the city. I’ll see you around.”

Yoongi bows his head, a gesture that’s quick and sharp. He doesn’t offer Taehyung his hand, just smiles like he knows Taehyung wouldn’t shake it and doesn’t care either way.

“That whole experience was kind of fucking crazy, if you think about it,” Seokjin says once the band is in the van and Yoongi is long gone. “Really fucking weird, but in a good way, I guess.”

“Weird? Are you kidding? Agust D thinks we’re hot shit!” Jimin screeches just loud enough in a confined space to give Taehyung an immediate piercing headache.

Seokjin hits the curb when he pulls out of the parking lot, jostling Taehyung in the passenger seat. It makes Taehyung realize he hasn’t put his seatbelt on yet, too busy staring out the window at himself in the side-view mirror.

“It’s definitely weird,” Taehyung says after Jimin finishes gushing about how cool and smart Yoongi is. “Why the fuck does he care what we’re doing?”

Seokjin gives Taehyung a sideways glance, just long enough to jut his chin in an upward nod, before he focuses on the road again. Taehyung doesn’t get why Seokjin won’t back him up. Seokjin is the unofficial leader; he should do something.

Annoyed, Taehyung turns toward the window again. He props his head up by resting his elbow on the window and holding his chin in his hand. The summer heat ruffles his bangs like hot breath blown across his face, winning against the tired blow of the Emo Mobile’s air conditioning.

“And, oh my god, he was so fucking hot,” Jimin gushes. “That long orange hair…”

From the back of the van, Jimin and Jungkook talk amongst themselves, accepting that Seokjin and Taehyung aren’t going to match their level of enthusiasm.

“It was different seeing him in person, definitely,” Jungkook says with a small laugh.

Seokjin taps Taehyung on the shoulder with the aux cord without looking away from the road. Nodding, Taehyung pulls his phone from his back pocket and turns up the volume on the radio.

#

Taehyung isn’t a jealous person. He doesn’t care enough about what other people do to get jealous, and most people who know him would easily confirm that his ego is so big that it’s unlikely he even has the capacity to get jealous. So when Jimin asks Taehyung if he’s jealous after he learns Jungkook has been texting Yoongi ever since they met for brunch, Taehyung laughs in Jimin’s face.

“Why the fuck would I be jealous?” he scoffs, staring up at Jimin from his hotel bed. They’re back to booking two rooms, but this time they each have their own bed. Luxurious, truly.

Yoongi probably never has to share a bed with anyone while on tour.

Taehyung lies horizontal across the bed with his head hanging off the side. Jimin looks funny upside down, putting makeup on in front of the floor-length mirror. Taehyung has to wait for him to finish applying mascara on his eyelashes before he can start talking again.

“You were being a dick the whole time we were hanging out.” Jimin points the mascara wand in Taehyung’s direction and sighs when he realizes Taehyung is back to scrolling on his phone.

“That’s just how I am.”

Jimin snorts. “Yeah, okay. You got me there!” Only Jimin can sarcastically do jazz hands in Taehyung’s direction and make him feel just a little regretful.

“You and Jungkook were up his ass for no reason,” Taehyung says as he rolls over onto his stomach. “Like what does he know about us, to be giving us all this advice and making all these assumptions? He doesn’t know jack shit.”

Meeting Taehyung’s eyes through the mirror, Jimin gives him a deadpan stare. “That is literally just what being nice is, Kim Taehyung. I know you wouldn’t understand.”

When Taehyung throws up a middle finger, Jimin sends one right back through the mirror. “Exhibit A!”

Taehyung knows Jimin is right, deep down inside. He knows he’s jealous, but not because of Jungkook. Of course not. He’s jealous of how easily Agust D has it, and how easily he swept in and charmed two of his bandmates. That’s it.

“When are you leaving?” Taehyung asks as he scours Twitter for Spine Breaker Fest reactions and content. Taehyung ruffles his bangs into his eyes. He needs to ask Jimin to trim them. “And why are you even in here? Why aren’t you getting ready in your room?”

The lighting in the hotel room isn’t great, tinting everything with a sickly yellow hue rather than the cold white Taehyung would see better in. So when a soft pink blush blooms across Jimin’s cheeks, Taehyung can’t tell if it’s really there or if the lighting is playing with his eyesight.

“Hyung is busy talking to Jungkook,” Jimin says. Taehyung waits for him to explain further, but Jimin’s lips form a pretty circle as he applies a pale pink gloss.

Taehyung furrows his eyebrows. “Talking about what?”

Jimin shrugs. “I’m not responsible for what Seokjin hyung does.”

With a quiet, “Okay”, Taehyung continues scrolling through Twitter, sufficiently deterred by Jimin’s use of Seokjin’s real name. No Jin or Jinnie hyung in sight. Whatever’s got the two of them pissed at each other is none of Taehyung’s business. He’s not even going out with them tonight. As much as Taehyung loves hanging out with Hoseok and Namjoon, he knows spending their last night in town drinking before they start the long journey back home isn’t a great idea.

A few weeks ago, Taehyung would have been pouring shots for everyone in the hotel room’s little kitchenette. Tonight, he’s waiting in his swim trunks for his bandmates to leave. Another night suffocating the itch in his chest with hot tub steam and muggy summer air will do him some good.

Or so Taehyung thinks until the door beeps open and Jungkook enters with glassy red eyes and pink cheeks. Taehyung sits up fast enough that he sees black spots in his vision. They speckle the room, blocking out Jimin’s look of concern in the mirror and Jungkook rubbing the back of his hand across his nose.

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung asks, watching Jungkook slip past Jimin to grab his duffel bag on the other side of the room.

“Nothing,” Jungkook says with his chin ducked against his chest as he digs inside his bag. When Jungkook pulls out his own pair of swim trunks, Taehyung’s stomach flips.

“You’re not coming with us?” Jimin drops his black eyeshadow in his makeup bag. Despite the pink lip gloss, his outfit is as punk as ever, an all-black collection of straps, chains, and mesh. It’s admirable how done-up Jimin gets and how seriously he takes social gatherings when he knows they’re opportunities to market Black Swan.

Without Jungkook at Hoseok and Namjoon’s party, though, it won’t be the same. Seokjin doesn’t know how to use TikTok properly or schmooze with people the way Jungkook does. They’re learned skills, nothing Jungkook particularly enjoys, but he performs well.

And without Taehyung, there’s no sex appeal—no offense to Jimin or Seokjin. It’s just obvious that they aren’t in it for the pleasure they could get. Sometimes it pisses Taehyung off. He feels like the delinquent of the group in more ways than one. Why is he the odd one out? They’re in the business of drugs, sex, and rock ‘n roll, aren’t they? But the moment Taehyung acts on it, he’s suddenly the bad guy.

“You know I hate parties,” Jungkook says with a sigh, tossing his swim trunks on the bed. “We have a really long drive home the next few days, and we’re leaving early in the morning. You and Jin hyung are gonna be hungover and Taehyungie isn’t good at waking up, so I’ll have to drive.”

Jungkook isn’t wrong, even though Taehyung hates when the guys bring up his little “sleepy jazz incident” behind the wheel. Early starts during a road trip suck.

“That’s fair,” Jimin concedes, though he doesn’t seem happy with Jungkook’s decision. It doesn’t matter; no one would dare make the maknae do anything he doesn’t want to do.

Still, Jimin gives Taehyung a stern look once Jungkook disappears into the bathroom to change. Taehyung glares at him right back. There’s nothing behind the mean look but confusion.

“What? I didn’t say anything,” Taehyung says, voice hushed in case Jungkook hears them above the hum of the air conditioning.

“I’m not…” Jimin fidgets with the chain hanging from his belt loops. “I didn’t mean to imply you said anything.”

Taehyung wants to press Jimin, force him to let out whatever weird shit is going on with Jungkook the past few days. It has to be Yoongi’s fault; Taehyung is sure of it. Who else could’ve said something to make Jungkook upset?

But then Jungkook is back. Taehyung tries not to focus on Jungkook’s bare chest and the ridges of his abdomen, instead keeping his gaze on Jungkook’s pretty doe eyes still slightly puffy.

“Are you cool with me going to the hot tub with you?” Jungkook watches Taehyung like he’s waiting for rejection.

As if Taehyung could ever tell Jungkook no.

“Oh, yeah, that’s cool.”

Gathering up his makeup bag, Jimin leans against the dresser with the bag hugged against his chest and watches Taehyung and Jungkook. “I’m gonna talk to hyung, see if he’s ready,” he says while Jungkook shoves his balled up clothes in his duffel bag. “I’ll let you know once we leave.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook says softly. “I hope you guys have fun.” He exchanges small smiles with Jimin with a gentleness Taehyung could only wish he possessed.

Taehyung leaves his phone on the bed, not interested in being burdened with it. This is his new ritual, apparently. It seems every other night he skips out on the parties, instead searching for solitude. He’s gotten lucky; so far, he’s visited the hotel hot tubs when there’s no one else around.

“Ready?” Jungkook asks.  

“Always am.”

Jungkook’s grin makes Taehyung’s stomach flip. “Shut the fuck up, hyung.”

Make me, is what Taehyung wants to say. He bites his tongue instead and wonders what has gotten into him.

The sign nailed to the gate surrounding the outdoor pool notifies Taehyung and Jungkook that the pool and hot tub hours have long since ended. It’s around ten o’clock at night, and the facilities are outside. Jungkook clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth when Taehyung taps his hotel keycard against the gate’s electronic lock.

Taehyung grins smugly when the gate opens with a beep and a flash of green light.

“What’s the worst thing that could happen?” Taehyung asks as he holds open the gate for Jungkook to pass through. “An employee will see us out here and make us leave.”

“They could kick us out of our room.”

Jungkook’s point is far-fetched in Taehyung’s opinion. He gives Jungkook a look, head tilted to one side, and his lips pursed. Either way, it doesn’t matter; Jungkook follows Taehyung past the large, in-ground pool to the hot tub on the far corner of the recreation area.

The hot tub is a lot fancier than Taehyung expected. It’s also in-ground, with decorative rocks and healthy foliage surrounding it to give it a secluded, tropical feel, like a hot spring. Taehyung takes the few steps that lead him into the hot tub while Jungkook turns it on. The bubbles rumble to life and the water’s temperature increases.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” Taehyung groans. He sinks until the water reaches past his collarbones.

Jungkook laughs and sits on the shelf lining the inner perimeter of the hot tub to serve as seats. The water only goes up to his chest, which is already flushing light pink from the heat. Taehyung keeps his eyes on Jungkook’s face.

“Tense?” Jungkook asks.

There are so many ways Taehyung could answer the one-word question. It bothers him because it shouldn’t be difficult. The answer is so obvious, so straightforward.

“Yeah,” Taehyung takes a deep breath and remembers that hot tubs always make his chest feel tight, “mostly my wrists and biceps. The vibrating impact of the drums really gets to me sometimes.”

“I can’t imagine performing like that so much,” Jungkook says with a shake of his head. “I feel bad. All I have to do is stand there.”

“You do more than just stand there,” Taehyung counters. “You get the crowd hyped, you fucking sing, Koo. Most people can’t sing like you. I know that takes a lot out of you.”

Taehyung doesn’t know why he’s getting so defensive over this. Maybe it’s because the steam of the hot tub and the thick summer air are making it hard for him to breathe. He moves to sit on the inner shelf like Jungkook, the water at his chest, and inhales until his lungs burn.

“Stop selling yourself short all the time,” he continues when Jungkook says nothing.

They stare at each other from across the hot tub. It isn’t big; Taehyung could reach Jungkook if he stuck his leg out and kicked him. He kind of wants to, for some reason. But the hot tub still gives them enough space to spread out. It’s good. They’re sitting close enough.

After a while, Jungkook snorts. He shakes his head slowly, eyes gliding from Taehyung’s face to stare off into the trees that line the perimeter of the property, hiding it away from the world around it. Taehyung thinks he’d like to be hidden, too.

“You have a really weird way of expressing affection. Do you know that, hyung?”

Taehyung sticks out his arms and flexes his wrists beneath the bubbling water. He forgot to take off his bracelets.

“Yeah. I know.”

Blood rushes in waves against Taehyung’s eardrums as Jungkook slips further into the water. He watches with silent, shallow breaths as Jungkook moves toward him, the water lapping at his chest.

Taehyung is just overheating from the hot tub.

“Want me to give you a massage?” Jungkook’s soft words get swept up by the roaring in Taehyung’s ears.

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” Taehyung rubs his hands together under the water and uses the moisture to slick his hair back.

Jungkook grins with the scrunched nose expression that makes Taehyung cave every time. It’s funny how Taehyung thinks he will do anything for Jungkook and the whole band, but the real things they want from him aren’t anything he wants to sacrifice his interests for. It makes sense in his head; he can’t be everything, but he can try. Just not right now.

The problem is, he thinks he doesn’t understand what Jungkook wants.

When Jungkook takes Taehyung’s hand in his own and begins massaging it, Taehyung lets out a long sigh and closes his eyes. Jungkook kneads the meaty part of Taehyung’s palm, just below his thumb. His muscles are sore and fatigued, but the pressure feels good.

“It’s the grip of the drumsticks that get me,” Taehyung speaks above the rush of blood in his head, even as it drains lower. “I think I’m gonna use my cut of the check to get a real massage.”

“Am I not good enough for you?”

Taehyung’s eyes are still closed, but he can hear the teasing tone in Jungkook’s voice. The question makes him feel bad anyway. “Koo, don’t do that to me.”

“Do what?”

Taehyung squirms slightly when Jungkook tugs on his fingers, releasing the tension within his joints. There’s so much he wants to say, but he can’t. His chest is still tight, and he still can’t look at Jungkook, even though when his eyes are closed, all he sees is Jungkook’s beautiful face.

Letting out a soft sigh, Jungkook shifts closer to Taehyung. His touch is soft, though powerful. Taehyung considers how true that is of Jungkook as a person.

“Talk to me, Tae,” he sounds patient, but it’s the kind of patience that’s barely keeping exasperation at bay, despite being rooted in it.

“What do you wanna talk about?”

Taehyung knows, but he needs Jungkook to start it. He wants to be the band’s protector, but the truth is that he isn’t brave. Jungkook was right; Taehyung runs.

Jungkook keeps Taehyung’s arm underwater as he moves on to massage his wrist. The warmth of the water and Jungkook’s soft, gentle hands feel so good. Taehyung still doesn’t open his eyes; he just basks in the unusual attention. He lets out a low groan when Jungkook’s hands eventually glide upward, thumbs digging into the tense muscles of his forearm. The closer he gets to Taehyung’s bicep, the more tingly Taehyung’s body feels. He tries to keep quiet, but Jungkook plays him like he knows exactly where to press and rub to make Taehyung feel like jelly under his touch.

Why is it making Taehyung hard?

Maybe it’s because of how intimate the sensations are, being rubbed down while smooth and wet, with the warmth of the hot tub’s bubbly water lapping at his body with each of Jungkook’s movements. Perhaps it’s because Jungkook’s leg presses against Taehyung’s. Or it’s because how Jungkook holds Taehyung’s arm makes his hand rest on the top of his bare thigh.

Maybe it’s none of those things.

“Please look at me,” Jungkook asks in a tone that makes Taehyung’s stomach drop.

Jungkook’s cheeks and chest are flushed light pink, matching his pretty lips, the bottom one pulled in by his teeth. His bangs are messy from the humidity the hot tub creates. They stick to his forehead in waves that complement the wolf cut he still hasn’t asked Jimin to get rid of. Taehyung shivers despite the warm water jets.

“Yeah?” Taehyung forces himself to meet Jungkook’s eyes.

“I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.” The look on Jungkook’s face makes Taehyung’s chest crack.

Taehyung’s heart jumps into his throat. He licks his lips, gaze dropping to Jungkook’s. God, he wants to say it. He wants to, so badly, to dig inside the rot that’s in his chest and grab hold of the brave part of himself buried away. It must be there.

“Fuck.” Taehyung smooths his hair back with the hand Jungkook isn’t holding. He shakes his head and lets out a dark laugh, something tainted with disbelief.

“Tae?”

“What are we doing?” Taehyung’s voice is a hoarse whisper.

Jungkook’s tongue finds his lip piercing, then the inside of his cheek. All pink-cheeked and glassy-eyed, he’s so endearing, so warm, so hot. Taehyung feels like he can’t breathe.

“Releasing pent-up tension?” Jungkook says with a rare smirk that makes Taehyung’s stomach flip.

Of course Jungkook would bring up that excuse again. Taehyung chuckles, his head tilting towards the sky as he chases a sudden breeze. When he faces Jungkook again, he watches him with a mixture of amusement and affection.

“You got jokes, huh?”

“I thought you’d probably need a laugh. You’ve been so fucking pouty ever since we hung out with Yoongi.”

“Shut up.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, but Jungkook’s hand tightens around his bicep to keep him from shoving him away. “I haven’t been pouting. Jimin put that idea in your head, didn’t he?”

“Mhm.” Jungkook grins and bites his bottom lip.

“Not very punk of him to lie on his best friend like that,” Taehyung says, hardly knowing what’s coming out of his mouth.

Jungkook shrugs. “I don’t know. I kinda thought it was cute, you being all… protective.”

When Jungkook tugs Taehyung’s arm, the pressure is slight, yet Taehyung follows like it’s the easiest thing in the world to do.

“You know I don’t need it though, right?” Jungkook slides his hand up Taehyung’s bicep until he reaches his shoulder. His palm leaves goosebumps in its wake, making Taehyung’s skin tingle.

A sudden rush of warmth spreads from Taehyung’s groin upward, flooding his body as Jungkook grabs his shoulder to push him back against the wall of the hot tub. He inhales deeply and tries to blink away the sudden dizziness he feels.

“Need what?” he asks, and Jungkook giggles. It’s a sweet sound that doesn’t match the sensual slide of Jungkook’s arm around Taehyung shoulders. It takes all of Taehyung’s energy to focus on what Jungkook is saying and not only on his lips.

“Protection” — Jungkook’s tongue plays with his lip piercing — “because I can take care of myself.”

“Uh huh,” Taehyung nods through the throbbing of his cock and the fluttering in his chest. “Yeah, Koo.”

Jungkook tucks a strand of damp hair behind his ear. So coy, so deceiving. Taehyung can practically taste his words when Jungkook leans in and says, “You’re so hot when you get like this.”

Taehyung has no idea what “like this” means. It doesn’t matter.

Brave isn’t a word Taehyung would use to describe himself. But despite his nerves, he swallows his heart and leans in to capture Jungkook’s mouth, not waiting to be asked.

Any of Jungkook’s pleas are silenced with a bite of his bottom lip. Taehyung carefully avoids Jungkook’s piercing when he tugs on his lip with a low groan, sucking it into his mouth, and remembers he really fucking enjoys kissing Jungkook. He doesn’t care that Jungkook tastes like chlorine.

Jungkook follows the glide of Taehyung’s lips, and every one of his whimpers and sighs reverberates through Taehyung’s body. The heavy burden of fear blanketing Taehyung’s heart lifts as Jungkook climbs into his lap. Rather than drown, he feels anchored by the weight of Jungkook’s body. His hands find Jungkook’s waist to guide him as Jungkook straddles him. It must not be comfortable for Jungkook to have his knees pressed into the shelf around the hot tub’s inner walls so he can bracket Taehyung’s thighs, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“You’re already hard,” Jungkook murmurs against Taehyung’s swollen lips. The question sounds mocking, but Jungkook gives Taehyung a soft, adoring look when he leans back.

Is Jungkook actually asking him this question? Like as if he doesn’t already know exactly what kind of mess he turns Taehyung into?

“Yeah,” Taehyung’s voice comes out thick and gravelly. “I’ve been hard ever since you started giving me a massage.” His lips quirk faintly despite the heat surging through his body. “Is... is that a bad thing?”

Taehyung licks chlorine from his lips and keeps them parted as Jungkook wiggles his ass right on top of his cock. His breathing comes out ragged and loud enough to be heard over the hot tub’s bubbling jets.

Water splashes between them as Jungkook rolls his hips to grind against Taehyung. Their bodies slide with ease, slippery, wet, and hot. When Taehyung lets out a low moan, Jungkook smiles. “No, it’s not a bad thing.”

Having Jungkook’s weight in his lap feels good. More than good—it feels grounding. He chases the challenge of coaxing out Jungkook’s moans, just to feel the way Jungkook’s body tenses and trembles in response. Yet Jungkook beats him at his own game.

Jungkook digs his fingers in Taehyung’s hair, tugging on the wet strands and forcing Taehyung’s head whichever way he wants. Taehyung gasps as Jungkook’s teeth playfully drag along his bottom lip, catching it just long enough to suck before he dives back in even messier.

But then Taehyung breaks away, tipping his head back and sucking in the summer air. The reprieve of sparkling stars and a moment to breathe is short-lived. Jungkook’s mouth latches onto his throat with enough force that Taehyung knows the skin will bloom with a deep bruise. He sucks hard, his tongue swirling and lapping up water and sweat, making Taehyung’s skin pebble with pleasure.

“Tae.” The breathlessness of Jungkook's voice goes straight to Taehyung’s cock, twitching and straining painfully against his swim trunks, trapped under Jungkook’s weight.

“Koo,” Taehyung groans, “you said we gotta talk.”

“Oh, now you want to?” Jungkook murmurs against the curve of Taehyung’s ear. His breath is hot, teasing. “About what?” He flicks Taehyung’s earlobe with the tip of his tongue, drawing a sharp gasp from Taehyung. “About how badly I wish I could have you?”

Taehyung’s breath hitches. “Have me?” he asks through a shaky sigh, barely holding himself together as Jungkook’s lips close around his earlobe, nibbling it gently.

Fuck, Jungkook’s mouth.

“Yeah, have you” — Jungkook grinds down harder — “inside me.”

“Jesus Christ,” Taehyung hisses, his hips jerking upward.

Desire burns Taehyung so severely, searing him from the inside while the hot tub and Jungkook’s body heat boil him on the outside. He’s panting so hard he feels like he might pass out, not to mention how terribly his heart pounds in his chest. He keeps reminding himself, this is Jungkook. And, yeah, it is. That’s why Taehyung is so fucking hard.

“I can make you feel good,” Jungkook promises, just like he had when he swallowed Taehyung all the way to the base.

Jungkook isn’t one to break promises. Taehyung isn’t one to tell him no.

It’s desperate how they grind against each other, Jungkook bucking against Taehyung with enough force that their swim trunks ride up their thighs. The jets have long since shut off, bubbles dying down; Jungkook and Taehyung make their own waves with the slap of skin splashing water around their bodies.

Each roll of Jungkook’s hips drags his ass along the length of Taehyung’s cock. Taehyung is fully hard now, clearly outlined by the thin, clingy material of his swim trunks. He can feel it slide between Jungkook’s ass cheeks. It’s maddening, pure torture, especially when Jungkook grinds down harder on the head of his cock, paying special attention to the sensitive spot.

“Touch me, Tae,” Jungkook moans into his ear.

It’s not a plea this time—it’s a command, one Taehyung couldn’t ignore even if he wanted to. His hands slide down from Jungkook’s waist until they cup the curve of his ass. He squeezes a few times, admiring how firm the muscles are, how perfectly Jungkook fits in his palms like he was meant to.

Jungkook lets out a rough groan, his head falling forward onto Taehyung’s shoulder as Taehyung guides his movements, drawing them out. Each rut is deliberate now—slow, steady, dragging Jungkook’s ass from the tip of Taehyung’s cock to the base in lazy, torturous thrusts. Jungkook curls his arms around Taehyung’s neck and pulls their bodies flush together as he captures Taehyung’s mouth once again, moaning into him when one of Taehyung’s hands slides down the back of his swim trunks.

Taehyung keeps a hand firmly on Jungkook’s ass, pulling one cheek back so he can wiggle his other hand further down his shorts. “Tell me what you like,” Taehyung murmurs against Jungkook’s lips. His fingers only tremble slightly when he ghosts them over Jungkook’s hole. He's making a huge assumption about what exactly it is that Jungkook does like, but Jungkook's reaction tells him that maybe sometimes trusting his gut isn't the worst fucking thing in the world to do.

“That’s, wow—” Jungkook ducks his face into the crook of Taehyung’s neck. His breath comes out in ragged bursts. “It feels so weird being on the receiving end of you talking like that.”

“Yeah? That mean you’re into it?” Taehyung smirks despite the frantic pounding of his heart. They’re crossing a line that there’s no coming back from, and Taehyung doesn’t care—not anymore.

Jungkook angles his hips to push back against Taehyung’s fingers. “Don’t tease me,” Jungkook scolds rather than begs. “Keep going.”

Maybe it’s surprising to some, but Taehyung has never tried anal before. He never saw the point; pussy is right there, and none of the girls he has been with had ever asked for it. So he doesn’t know shit about how wet Jungkook needs to be or if the warm water is enough to make it pleasurable for Jungkook when he pushes a finger inside.

“Fuck,” Taehyung exhales sharply, pulling his finger out to ease it back in again. “It’s so—”

“Warm, tight.”

Taehyung nods because he’s afraid of what sound might come out if he attempts to speak. His body shudders as Jungkook instructs him to add a second finger. He closes his eyes and imagines how good that initial tightness would feel around his cock, the pop of his tip through the ring of muscles. And then to be enveloped in the soft warmth that comes next. It’s different from what Taehyung has experienced before, but he thinks he’ll like it, especially because Jungkook is already moaning in his ear and he’s only using his fingers.

It’s just so fucking crazy, ending up here with Jungkook in his arms, his moist, warm breath mixing with the sweat beading down Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung hates sweating, but he can’t imagine leaving the hot tub, wants to spend eternity letting the pads of his fingers prune and his lungs struggle to breathe. It’s like the night on the dancefloor all over again, Taehyung hiding behind the shield of Jungkook’s body, chasing his heat to melt the insecurities that have formed a hard shell around him.

Not that Taehyung is smart enough to understand this about himself. Right now, he’s too focused on hesitantly crooking his fingers to feel Jungkook’s soft walls. Jungkook is nowhere near being delicate, but he feels like he is, at least here, in the part of himself Taehyung has never gotten to know. The longer Taehyung thinks about it, the more his fingers tremble.

“Are you okay, Tae?” Jungkook asks, leaning back to look at Taehyung. Jungkook sitting up forces Taehyung’s fingers out of him.

Shit, is Taehyung okay? Yeah, he’s totally fine. It’s not like he’s experiencing an entirely unknown part of his sexuality right now. It’s not like he’s doing exactly what he was afraid of doing, what his parents would despise him for, what he thinks he might have needed to do his whole life—or, at least for as long as he has known Jungkook. If this was anyone else, Taehyung isn’t sure he’d be okay with what’s happening. And honestly, he isn’t interested in finding out.

For some reason, it feels like it was always Jungkook. He deserves good things, doesn’t he? The real question is whether Taehyung is a good thing.

“I’m, uh—”

The beep of the pool gate blocks Taehyung’s words from tumbling out of him. They get locked in his throat, closed off while the gate clicks open and two voices carry over the still air. Taehyung isn’t brave enough to turn around. Instead, he watches Jungkook’s face as the two voices get closer.

There’s this little mole right under Jungkook’s bottom lip, in the middle of his chin. People rarely notice it. But when they do, it’s something to gush over, a cute little secret for the most observant people to unearth. Not like Taehyung, whose little freckles and imperfections are clear as day. Even the small scar along Jungkook’s cheek has a certain charm to it. It’s a reminder that there are things about Jungkook that Taehyung doesn’t know. What nervous tick did Jungkook have before he got his lip piercing? Did he run his tongue along the inside of his cheek? Still trace the curve of his bottom lip? Whatever it was, Taehyung is sure it would have made his stomach drop just the same.

“I think they’re coming over here,” Jungkook whispers, eyes still tracking the people walking through the recreation area.

If Jungkook was one of Taehyung’s groupies, he probably would have joked about putting on a show for whoever the guests are.

But Jungkook is Jungkook, and Taehyung is too afraid of making this real.

Taehyung drops his arms to his sides and squirms underneath Jungkook. “Let’s go back to our room,” he says. His words could sound like a proposition, but he says them in a breathy plea that makes Jungkook frown.

Even though Jungkook immediately gets up, they’re too late. The other hotel guests reach the hot tub right as Taehyung steps out of the water.

The old couple’s eyes ping-pong between Taehyung and Jungkook’s heated skin, reddened lips, and the blatant erections bulging their swim trunks.

“We’re leaving.” Jungkook snatches their towels from the small table beside the hot tub, tossing one to Taehyung before wrapping the other around his waist. Taehyung nearly misses the catch and the bottom half of his towel dips into the water.

“Fuck me,” Taehyung curses, not caring that the woman looks absolutely scandalized and his colorful language is probably making the situation worse.

It doesn’t matter; Jungkook is already booking it out of there, walking funny because he’s trying to hide his crotch. The poor kid has it way worse than Taehyung, who is wearing compression shorts under his swim trunks. The struggle of having a big dick, Taehyung figures. Swimwear is too revealing, the thin material always clinging around the crotch. Compression shorts make his dick print less obvious, but they also make it more painful when he gets hard in them.

At least Taehyung can walk normally. For as confident as Jungkook was back in the hot tub, he curls inward once they cross the threshold into the hotel. He waddles down the hall toward the elevators, his wet flip-flops squeaking against the tile floor.

Taehyung follows close behind him, nearly slipping in the puddle Jungkook creates while he waits for the elevator.

“You don’t gotta press the button so many times,” Taehyung teases.

Jungkook jams his index finger into the UP button and narrows his eyes at Taehyung. “You’re the one who wanted to get back to our room so bad.”

It’s definitely a dig, though Taehyung doesn’t understand why. He knows neither of them want some old people staring at them while Taehyung fingers Jungkook in the fucking hot tub. Holy shit.

“Koo,” Taehyung says with an exasperated sigh, “everyone can see.” You, Taehyung’s brain adds internally, and he doesn’t have time to wonder why he’s suddenly more worried about people ogling Jungkook in such a vulnerable position than himself.

Before understanding can click in his head, the elevator dings open and the last two people Taehyung wants to see step out.

“Oh, Jungkookie! Tae! We were calling you, but you both left your phones in the room.” Jimin does a little dance in the threshold, a side-to-side step that prevents the elevator doors from closing on them. Based on the light pink flush of his cheeks, Taehyung knows Jimin decided to pregame with Seokjin before leaving for the party.

Seokjin prefers to nurse a drink throughout the night, so his sober eyes stare at Taehyung with frightening clarity.

“Not interested in the hot tub anymore?” Seokjin asks.

Taehyung shrugs while Jungkook shakes his head, his frizzy bangs swaying across his forehead.

“Too hot.”

“And crowded.”

Jimin babbles about how pointless pool rules are when guests eagerly break them. No one is listening to him, but he doesn’t know that.

“Well,” Seokjin says, ushering Jimin out of the way and holding out his arm to stop the elevator doors, “answer your phones next time we call you.” 

They don’t answer their phones.

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A/N: taehyung, hiding his face: i think i like boys.

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SPIDER-MAN: BRAND NEW DAY 2026, dir. Destin Daniel Cretton

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*dirty talking* you’ve been a very bad boy and im just going to straight up kill you now

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The real horror of a Stepford Wives situation isn't 'the suburbs are creepy' or even 'conformity is creepy' or 'I don't wanna be replaced by a robot'

The horror is the idea that you might choose to spend your life with somebody only to realize they don't actually want a partner and friend, somebody with ambitions and thoughts and joy. They want somebody productive, compliant, and sexually available, and all your internal life is nothing but a barrier to that. That the person you love only loves what you do for them, and the less of the an actual person you are, the happier they are.

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babydoll | jjk

Jungkook has been stringing you along for months, but is it really his fault that you think you can turn him into boyfriend material?

Relationship: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Friends With Benefits, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Degradation, Mean Dom Jungkook, minor pain kink, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Slapping, Spit As Lube, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Not Actually Unrequited Love

Word Count: 4,953 

A/N: Wrote this for my bestie Lati back in the day~

Soundtrack: Ari Abdul - BABYDOLL

PART ONE | PART TWO

It should have come as no surprise that Jungkook played favorites. Although the preferential treatment didn’t necessarily come with a ton of perks, the differences between fuckbuddy tiers were stark for girls whose entire personalities revolved around receiving validation from men.

Over time Jungkook had found that something as simple as picking up a girl to bring her to his apartment rather than make her come on her own could help him get what he wanted a lot quicker. Throw in a few text conversations that didn’t revolve around sex, maybe the occasional opportunity to spend the night, and Jungkook could have a consistent, reliable hookup with little extra effort on his part.

Playing favorites had its risks, though. There were always clingy girls who viewed those extra perks as a sign of something more. Those girls were quickly demoted.

You were somehow the exception.

Maybe it was because you gave incredible head. Or because you were the most submissive out of his slew of girls. Perhaps it was simply because you were kind and easy to get along with. Regardless, you were the only exception. 

Your name popped up on Jungkook’s phone and your text asking him what he was up to was met with a small smile. He found it endearing how you always started your texts with niceties when you both knew you were missing him. It had been a few weeks since you’d last seen him. The separation wasn’t anything bad; sometimes he just needed a break. 

“Kookieeee, pay attention to me!” 

The blonde straddling Jungkook’s lap removed her lips from sucking a dark hickey on his neck to give him the most exaggerated pout he’d ever seen on a person. If the pout wasn’t enough to irritate him, the use of his nickname definitely was. Jungkook hated when girls used that nickname, especially since they weren’t even pronouncing his name correctly half the time anyway. 

“Don’t call me Kookie.” Jungkook rolled his eyes at the small whine she made in response. 

The girl - what was her name? Molly? Maddie? Jungkook was pretty sure it was Maddie - began palming Jungkook’s cock through his jeans. It was sad, really, how eager she was to get him hard. She smashed her lips against his, biting down on his bottom lip a bit too close to his piercing for Jungkook’s liking.

“Hey, I gotta go.” Jungkook tapped Maddie on the thigh to indicate that she needed to get off of him. When she didn’t move, he lifted her up and sat her back onto the couch. 

“Why? You just got here?” 

Jungkook stood up and turned his attention back to his phone, busy typing a response to your text. 

[12:52] i’ll pick you up in 15

You [12:53] Yayy thank you! Can’t wait to see you 🥰

“Something came up.”

You were waiting outside your apartment complex like the punctual person that you were, an obedient girl with your fingers wrapped around the straps of your backpack because you’d started to get bold in assuming Jungkook was going to let you stay the night. With everyone else it would have irritated him, but coming from you… Well, he didn’t know what to feel. 

Pulling up to the curb, Jungkook reached over to open the passenger door from the inside. 

“You look good,” he commented once you slid in the passenger seat. Despite the fact that it was well past midnight, you were dressed in a short skirt and a lacy crop top that looked more like lingerie than real clothing. “Did you go out?” 

“Yes, with some of my friends. But it was boring.” 

You bashfully batted your eyelashes, unable to look Jungkook directly in the eyes for longer than a second. He loved how flustered you got when he complimented you, even though it had been months since you first started hooking up. 

Patiently, Jungkook waited for you to make eye contact again. Once you did, he leaned forward to brush his lips against yours, making your eyes flutter close. You followed his lead, leaning forward to chase his lips, but Jungkook only smiled and moved away every time your lips came close to touching. 

“JK…” Your lips formed a round pout and you finally opened your eyes to see him grinning. 

“Didn’t know missing my dick for a month was gonna make you so needy.” Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek as he looked at you for a moment. He didn’t know why he liked to play with you so much; something about your reaction made it worth it every time. 

“You’re so full of yourself.” He didn’t have to look at you to know you were smiling when you spoke. 

“Maybe.” Jungkook turned his attention to driving the short distance to his apartment. “But you’re about to be full of me, too.” 

Just like the compliments, you couldn’t handle Jungkook’s dirty comments, either. You were a blushing, flustered mess by the time Jungkook was ushering you into his apartment with a grandiose swing of his arm. How many times had he watched you cross that threshold? No matter if you were wearing childish pajamas or the sexy outfit you were now, there was an air of innocence about you that really made him want to keep destroying you. 

“Do you want a drink?” Despite the fact that he was offering, Jungkook didn’t head towards the kitchen. Instead he eased onto the couch in the living room, beckoning you to join him. Forever attached to his phone, Jungkook set a playlist on his Bluetooth speakers, one of the many smooth R&B playlists he regularly cycled through. The sensual snares and soft crooning filled the silence he hated to drown in.  

“No, I had enough earlier,” you declined politely, though you didn’t seem intoxicated at all to him. You sat beside Jungkook on the couch and he knew you were playing coy when you didn’t need to be.

“Come sit in my lap,” he cooed, patting his thigh. He knew you loved his thighs, loved riding them until you were a dripping, blubbering mess begging for his cock. It was just that most of the time you needed a little push, rarely the one to initiate anything even though you usually reached out first. “Or are you not interested anymore?” 

“Oh stop,” you spoke softly. 

You slowly climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs. It felt like dejavú to have you curled up in Jungkook’s lap, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your legs straddling him. But you looked up at him with longing in your eyes, rather than lust or desperation. It almost hurt to see, but Jungkook couldn’t deny how hot you were when you looked at him like you’d do anything for him. 

You played with the hair at the nape of his neck, gentle fingers tickling him. The two of you sat in silence, listening to each other’s breathing and appreciating the warmth of your bodies comfortably pressed together. 

Jungkook typically didn’t like to wait; when he knew the end goal was to fuck, he usually wanted to get on with it. Why procrastinate on something pleasurable? But there you went again, being the exception. The only one he was comfortable spending quiet time with, albeit it didn’t mean anything except that Jungkook was patient. So incredibly patient.

After a few moments, you tentatively leaned forward to kiss him. With his eyes closed, Jungkook felt your hands glide down his sides and grip onto the hem of his hoodie, tugging upwards. 

Flashing a smirk in acknowledgement of you taking initiative, he leaned away from you to pull his hoodie off, his t-shirt coming off with it. Jungkook didn’t have to be arrogant to know that you reveled in his beauty; it was clear from the way your soft hands traveled his chest down to his abdomen before moving on to trace the intricate patterns of his tattoos. The light touches scattered goosebumps across his skin. 

Your shirt was the next to go. Jungkook swiftly pulled it over your head and tossed it with his clothes onto the floor. He brought his mouth down to your neck, swirling his tongue against your skin before giving you a small bite. His hands took their familiar place on your hips to guide you into a slow grind against his crotch. 

With your shirt now gone Jungkook took advantage of the exposed skin, dipping his tongue into your collarbone. You let out a small whimper knowing he’d so quickly picked up on every sensitive spot. He was a fast learner and he found it was a competition with himself to test his abilities. He liked knowing that he could effortlessly press a spot and have you melting into his embrace. There was no doubt in his mind that no one else was giving you that.  

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked against your collarbone as he reached around to undo your bra.

You nodded, letting out a breathy moan. Jungkook brought his hand to your breast, squeezing it as his mouth covered the sensitive skin, breathing hot air that sent goosebumps shivering up your skin. Using the tip of his tongue, he swirled slow circles around your nipple until it grew hard. 

“Use your words,” he commanded, switching over to the other nipple. 

“Y-yes.” 

He loved that he had you stuttering and he hadn’t really done anything yet. 

Jungkook motioned for you to stand in front of where he sat on the couch. With his thumbs hooked in the waistband of your skirt, he slid it down your legs, letting his fingers brush against your smooth skin as he went. He then slowly ran his thumb along the wet spot soaking through your panties, applying light pressure.

“Say please,” he commanded, reaching up to take a soft but firm grip of your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “I’m not gonna touch you further if you don’t say please.”

“P-Please, Jungkook,” you stuttered once again, your voice whiny and high-pitched. “Please fuck me.”

As hot as those words were coming from you, you were almost too eager to give him what he wanted. He liked to have a little bit of resistance, if only because it meant serving punishments. Then again, Jungkook had a few rules that you hadn’t followed.

“Good,” he said sharply as he rose to stand before you. “You’re not allowed to touch me unless I say so, got it?” 

Surprisingly, he’d never been this harsh with you before. Maybe it was because something about you coaxed out a gentler side of him, a side he rarely ever tapped into anymore. But there was a bit of irritation bubbling beneath the surface of his horniness. It wasn’t your fault. Not really. It was more his issue than anything else. That hidden part of him wanted to punish you for making him feel. 

“Yes, Jungkook.” Your eyes roamed his face, but he knew you wouldn’t find anything but a set jaw and fire in his gaze. 

Jungkook led you to his bedroom and pushed you against the door, kissing you hard as he tugged down your underwear. Keeping distance between your bodies, he planted one hand on the door next to your head and his other reached between your legs. Rather than take his time gliding his fingers through your lips like he normally did, Jungkook bypassed your folds altogether. He immediately plunged two fingers inside of you, curling them while he worked to hit that soft spot of your walls he knew so well. 

“Look at me.” He tilted your chin upwards so he could watch your reaction. It was always hard for you to look him in the eyes while you fucked. No matter what he did, self-consciousness overcame you. He couldn’t understand why; you kept coming back to you and he kept letting you in. What more validation did you need? 

But once he did manage to get those big eyes on him it was always worth it. Your mouth fell open and the high moans that tumbled from them went straight to his twitching cock. 

The moment he felt your walls begin to tighten and flutter around his fingers, he stopped his movements completely. 

You would only cum if he wanted you to.

“JK, it felt so good,” you whined, twisting your fingers in his hair at the back of his head to try to kiss him. “I want you to touch me more.” 

He grabbed your wrists and pulled your hands from his hair, forcing your arms back down to your side. Maybe that was why he hadn’t played this game with you before. As submissive as he thought you were, you weren’t very good at following the rules.

“You must not wanna get fucked tonight,” he challenged you. He stuck his now wet fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean mere inches from your face before taking a step back. 

“No, I’m sorry, I just…” Your words trailed off when Jungkook turned his back to you. Out of the corner of his eye he saw your fingers twitch at your side as though you wanted to reach out to him. He was glad you didn’t. 

He walked over to his dresser, looking at himself in the mirror as he took out two of his earrings - two black hoops with tiny daggers dangling from them. He left the other simple hoops in. His eyes were bloodshot from the weed he’d smoked with whatever that girl’s name was, though he wasn’t feeling high anymore. Of course she’d had shitty weed, but it’d been free. 

Turning back to you, he cocked his head to one side as he contemplated what to do with you. His tongue poked out of his mouth to play with his lip piercing.

“You’re such a needy slut,” he said after a moment. Your lips parted into a small circle of surprise at his harsh language; he’d never talked to you like that before. “Get on the fucking bed.” 

Without another word, you hesitantly eased yourself onto Jungkook’s bed. He gestured for you to lie on your back and he could tell you were holding your breath while you watched him drop to his knees beside the bed. 

“Do you think you deserve to be eaten out right now?” Your eyebrows knitted together, mouth still hanging open. You didn’t know how to answer the question correctly and Jungkook didn’t care. 

Lowering his head between your legs, he ran his tongue along your lips before pushing through to your clit. Once again, he pumped his fingers inside of you, and his tongue flicked and swirled against your clit. Your moans echoed through the quiet apartment, the only sound rivaling them being the soft music drifting in from the living room and the slurping and sucking sounds of Jungkook feasting on you. Even if he was set on a mission to punish you, Jungkook couldn’t help but moan into your pussy when you began to writhe against him. 

Just as before, the moment he felt you clench your thighs around his head, Jungkook stopped. 

“Jungkook!” you whimpered loudly through your panting. He met your gaze as he kissed the inside of your thigh, wiping your arousal against your soft skin. The smirk he wore quickly fell when your hands immediately reached for his hair again. He slapped your thigh hard enough to make you yelp and you retracted your hands as quickly as they’d appeared. 

“Are you gonna fucking apologize and promise not to do it again? Or should I edge you until you cry like the fucking pathetic whore that you are?” 

As pissed as he was acting, Jungkook was thriving. Despite the innocence of your actions, your disobedience was giving him something new to play with and an outlet for the frustration he was feeling. 

By now you’d seemed to have accepted his snappy behavior - maybe even liked it based on the way your thighs clenched when he spoke - because you immediately nodded, nearly frantic in your response. “Yes, daddy. I promise.” 

A loud snort was forced out of Jungkook’s nose at the pet name. Daddy. Girls loved calling him that when he got like this, though he wasn’t always so bold. He could make love, if he wanted to. Be slow, gentle, comforting. Take his time learning the curves of a woman’s body, finding every sweet spot and crevice to worship into the early hours of the morning. Devouring like a starved man. But that softness was exceptionally rare.

Again, you’d been that expectation. But he wanted a new game now. 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“You’re doing this to me on purpose! You keep teasing me, what do you expect me to do?” You propped yourself up on your elbows and gave Jungkook an uncharacteristic glare. 

He reached up and roughly grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing your face close to his. “Yeah? You’re a fucking brat. Last time I checked, you were the one who couldn’t keep your hands off me.” Sure, he was feeling that sweet pulsating pressure in his groin, but Jungkook had yet to find anyone better at maintaining self control than he was. “You’re not cumming on my tongue tonight, baby girl.” 

Standing up, Jungkook ran his fingers through his bangs, fluffing them up a bit. He undid the strings of his joggers, pushing them down so he stood at the side of the bed in only his briefs. Even if you were clearly annoyed with his behavior, you were still visually devouring him, whimpering at his erection straining against his briefs. There was no denying your need for him and Jungkook was willing to exploit that. 

“Come show me if your dirty mouth is gonna do anything more than talk shit,” he said, reaching over to squeeze your cheeks in his tattooed hand.

You got up on all fours and crawled to the edge of the bed. Leaning back on your knees, you started to reach for the bulge in his briefs before stopping. Slowly you brought your gaze to his face, a mix of frustration and desire swimming in your eyes.

“Can I touch your cock?” Your plump lips formed each individual word so delicately Jungkook almost lost his strict composure. “Please?” 

Nodding allowed him to answer without giving away how he was slowly losing control. 

You took extra care as you pulled Jungkook’s briefs down his muscular thighs and let them fall to the floor. He loved when you treated him so gently; it made the fact that he was so rough with you that much more alluring.  

Objectively speaking, Jungkook had a pretty dick to match the rest of him. You acted like it was your first time seeing it every time you took it out, fingers tracing every vein, squeezing the velvety skin to watch precum drip from the sensitive tip. His cock repeatedly twitched in your hands, a silent indication that you needed to get started. You leaned forward and spit on Jungkook’s cock. Using two hands, you began to stroke and twist his now wet cock, letting a bit of drool onto it whenever you felt you needed more lubrication. 

Jungkook let his head fall back slightly and let out a soft sigh, finally getting the stimulation he was aching for. He wasn’t really a fan of handjobs, but you knew how to work him so you hit all the right spots. 

“Put it in your mouth,” he commanded. Jungkook was a bit of a difficult lover to please. It usually took him a while to reach his climax, primarily because he was picky about what he liked. 

Like the little obedient whore that you were, you started with the tip, sucking and swirling your tongue as you eased him into your mouth. 

A low groan hummed from his throat once you took him completely into your mouth. He allowed you to go slow at first, his head still tilted slightly back, eyes closed. But soon he became impatient with the sensual bob of your head. Straightening up again, he grabbed a fist full of your hair to hold your head in place while he took over, bucking his hips in the rhythm he wanted.

“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth, watching drool leak from the corners of your mouth as he thrusted into you. Every hit of his cock against the back of your throat pushed tears into your eyes, eventually causing them to spill out onto your cheeks, taking your eye makeup with them. “Look at you. Such a stupid little cock slut.” 

Jungkook had never fucked your throat like this before and the new image of you, wide-eyed, crying and salivating over his dick was almost enough to make him cum right there. Eventually he had to step away. There was no point wasting all the fun on head, as much as he loved it.

You gasped once you were free of his hold, your hands immediately flying up to wipe the mess off your face. 

“No, leave it.” Jungkook pulled your hands away from your face, admiring how much of a disaster you looked. “You’ve never looked prettier.” 

“That’s not true,” you said self-consciously, trying to move away from him. Your voice was rough and he was sure your throat didn’t feel too great from being pounded into. Jungkook felt a pang of hurt strike through his chest. The sudden urge to comfort you nearly overtook him. Instead he slapped you against the thigh, coaxing out a yelp of pain that melted into a low moan when he slapped you again. 

“Shut up and turn around.” 

You rolled over onto your stomach while Jungkook climbed onto the bed with you. You felt him lean over your body to grab a pillow that sat up against the headboard, his chest brushing against your back. With a rough hold on your hips, Jungkook lifted you up to place the pillow beneath your abdomen. The position forced your hips upwards while your chest laid flat on the bed. 

“You know I could just not listen to you, and then you wouldn’t get any pussy. So I think I’m really the one in power here,” you mumbled against the bed sheets. Jungkook sat back and gave you a long look, though he couldn’t see all of your face from the position. 

Before he spoke, he let a hard slap against your ass echo through the room. Your entire leg jiggled from the force and a dark imprint of his hand immediately bloomed on your skin. At first he worried that he was being a bit too aggressive with you considering the two of you had never discussed anything like this before, but you were pushing your ass upward as though you were looking for more. 

“That the big idea you’ve come up with?” 

You moaned into the bed, fingers gripping the sheets to keep yourself together. “Yes, that is what I think.” 

Another slap to the ass, this time on the other cheek. You let out another moan, your arousal now making a mess on your thighs. 

Jungkook spread your legs apart so he could get comfortable between them. He brought his fingers to your pussy, swishing them around and spreading your wetness all over your lips. This time he paid extra attention to your clit, circling it so lightly you tried to push your hips against him to make him go harder. 

“Do you know how many other girls would be more than eager to come over right now and take your place?” There was no malice in his voice, merely honesty. He felt your body tense at his words, but he pushed further. “I was coming from another girl’s place when I picked you up.” He replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock, rubbing against your clit before sliding further to coat the whole length of it with your arousal. 

You whimpered, though Jungkook wasn’t sure if it was out of pleasure or anger at his confession. 

“Don’t worry, baby girl. I didn’t fuck her.” He grabbed your waist to push you into the pillow as he began to grind into your pussy, the ridge of his head rubbing against your clit. You began to squirm under his hold, pulling tighter on the sheets. “You’re the only slut I want tonight.” 

“J-Jungkook,” you moaned, pushing against his hold on your hips as you tried to grind against him. “I’m gonna cum.” 

Jungkook slapped your ass again, keeping up the rhythm of his grinding. “Don’t fucking cum unless I tell you to.” 

The command must have shocked you because you immediately squealed and tried to turn to look at him. 

“What? How… am I supposed… to stop myself?” You were breathing heavy into the sheets, drool and fresh tears threatening to flow from you as you tried to hold off the growing heat of your impending orgasm. 

“Just fucking do it.” 

Jungkook pressed against you even harder, picking up his pace until you were screaming beneath him, crying out and begging him to let you cum. “I cant, Jungkook, I can’t take it,” you cried, squeezing the sheets as tightly as you could as your legs began to shake. 

Rather than give you permission, Jungkook simply stopped his movements. He sat back and admired your pussy, puffy and brightly glistening with your arousal and precum. You let out a frustrated groan into the mattress, pussy clenching around nothing. 

He leaned forward to press his lips against your ear. “I want to hear you beg, slut.” 

Although you’d started off the night oh-so submissive, Jungkook had managed to rile you up. Your lips went tight and he knew you were trying not to give into his demands. But one more slide of his cock through your folds was enough to push you into submission once again. 

“Please, Jungkook, please fuck me,” you groan with gritted teeth, and Jungkook let out an airy laugh. 

No one had more control than he did. He proved it over and over again. 

Lining up, Jungkook sunk his throbbing cock inside of you, the angle of the position letting him sink until he was fully inside of you. The way you moaned his name sent chills up his spine. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he hissed, beginning to draw his hips back and snapping into you. He kept one hand on your hip and another pressed into your back to keep you in place as he finally let go, pounding into you with all the force he had. Every ounce of confusion and frustration he had for you came pouring out through the fervor of his thrusting. 

The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the squelch of your pussy dripping and coating Jungkook’s cock. He could feel you squeeze him once again, and he dug his fingers into the skin of your hip. “Do you wanna cum, baby?” 

“Yes, oh god, yes,” you sputtered. “Please let me cum.” 

Jungkook slapped your ass, your skin covered in marks by this point. “Cum, you little whore. Cum all over my cock like a good girl.” 

He finally broke you, had you screaming and writhing as he fucked you through your orgasm, even when the sensitivity overcame you. Sweat was beading at his forehead and glistened across his chest and back, but he was still chasing that high. Once you had stopped squirming, Jungkook leaned down to press his body against yours as his hips continued to snap into you. 

“Your pussy was fucking made for me,” he cooed in your ear before biting down on your shoulder. 

“Jungkook, I need to cum again,” you panted, and Jungkook looked down at you with surprise. You’d never been able to have multiple orgasms in the past. “Please.” 

Your begging alone was enough to make Jungkook lose it. Rather than grant you permission, he moaned against your skin as he reached his release, painting your walls as he’d done so many times before. “Oh fuck,” he moaned, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. “Fucking cum, Y/N.” He continued to thrust into you as you came for the second time, your whimpers and body movements so much weaker than the first time. He knew he’d tired you out, probably physically and emotionally. 

Jungkook collapsed on his back beside you, eyes fluttering shut as he watched stars shoot behind his eyelids. You were still panting and he felt your quivering vibrate through the mattress. 

“That was…” When you started to speak Jungkook opened his eyes and turned to look at you. “That was so hot.” 

Against his better judgment, Jungkook let a smile bloom across his face. You were an utter mess, hair fucked up, makeup melted down your face, cum and sweat drenching your body. He hadn’t been lying before; he thought you looked beautiful like this. 

“Yeah?” He quirked an eyebrow at you as though he now knew a little secret of yours. “You like when I call you my little cock slut?” 

You weakly threw your hand out to cover Jungkook’s mouth. “Do not ever call me that outside of having sex.” The seriousness of your order was interrupted by Jungkook sucking your fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them. You squealed and pulled your hand away, shooting him a serious look. 

“No promises, baby,” he said with a grin and a shake of his head. He really didn’t know what he was going to do with you, but at that moment he didn’t care.

[skzhotpot]

I think he def liiiiikes herrrrr 🤪🤪

Gimme this JK immediately

[gimmethatagustd]

lol his denial was soooo ridiculous

[defendingwarrior]

TAEHYUNG (05.16.2026)

[gimmethatagustd]

jikook fics;

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♡ plot twist - It turns out Jimin doesn’t have any problem with Jungkook kissing guys if it’s Jimin he’s kissing.

♡ take what’s yours - Jimin is prepared for his kingdom’s invasive marriage traditions, including the need to prove that the marriage has been consummated. Unfortunately, Jungkook is not.

♡ don't go insane - Jungkook’s friends warned him not to go looking for Thirteen, Seoul’s most prolific “pleasure dealer”.

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jungkook fic recs ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

from someone who is not normal about him

✦ one shots

an abundance of mondays - ao3 (was on tumblr by diortae)

childhood best friends to lovers, college au, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, smut mdni

“Why the fuck would it be easy? You’re disgustingly in love with your best friend. Of course it’s complicated.” He pauses to roll his eyes, as if he hasn’t just laid out the most secret parts of you here in the middle of the campus dining hall.

Or, it’s an old cliche, falling in love with your best friend. It’s a shame none of the stories ever told you it would feel like this.

cold nights & blurred lines - ao3 (was on tumblr by awrkive)

college au, fwb, basketball player!jk, he’s a bit emotionally constipated it’s ok bc so is the reader, smut mdni

jungkook and you have been keeping a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

there is also a drabble after the events of cn&bl

the wedding planners - @gukyi

enemies to lovers, wedding au, fluff, slight angst, smut mdni

jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend's wedding.

and then, as if your life couldn't get any shittier, you make the poor decision of sleeping with him on the first day of the job.

forever hold your peace - @seokbite ⟢ my personal fav rn

infidelity au, bestman!jk x reader & fiancé!taehyung, kook is tae’s best friend, angst, physical violence, smut mdni

Forever was a long time to spend with someone you weren't in love with. Saying yes to Taehyung's proposal had been a mistake, one you didn't think you could walk away from in fear of destroying everything you've ever made for yourself. But, your heart laid with Jeon Jungkook, your grooms best man and best friend.

idealizations concerning real life relations - @venusiangguk

strangers to lovers, fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!reader, fwb, angst, smut mdni

jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn't love in return.

something in the water - @vankoya

friends to lovers, camping au, mutual pining, slight crack au (tae funny as hellll) smut mdni

Sleeping in is a foreign concept to Kim Taehyung and his awkward,mismatched gang of pals. This is made all the more apparent when they rock up at ____'s doorstep at the ass crack of dawn, as if it is a natural time for any college student to be awake.

But when she is informed that it was the youngest of their group who insisted she join them on their spontaneous camping trip, she is suddenly not as reluctant to play along than when she was first awakened by her enigma of a best friend, slamming his fist against her front door.

chasing butterflies - @ddaenggtan ⟢ my favourite fic 4ever

idiots to lovers, college au, coffee shop au, weeb!jk x jock!reader, endless humour and anime jokes, mutual pining, losers in love.., smut mdni

you never meant to be a jock in school. the volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. you just happened to be good at it and went with it. similar to how you saw jeon jungkook in your friend's orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. for two years. you've spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he's around, but also because jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. that is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it.

there is also a drabble after the events of cb

we can’t be friends - @taegularities ⟢ my fav author

exes au, college au, so much angst, smut mdni

Jungkook once planted a garden in your chest that he watered when he smiled and you killed when he left. But flowers withering isn't enough; that doesn't mend the ache. No - you want this entire story to die.

Or: If living on can't mend the pain of losing him, maybe forgetting him for good will.

mature - @jiminrings

friends to lovers, jealousy, fluff, kook kinda sucks sometimes but he gets a redemption arc

the good thing about professing your feelings to jungkook is that it'd be over with, whether or not he likes you back — the bad thing is that he rejects you, even if you haven't confessed.

alternatively, crushing on jungkook who's in your friend group is, has, and will never be a good idea.

divine feminine - @gimmethatagustd

fwb, college au, fluff, kook yaps about anatomy n then tries a hands on approach, smut mdni

No one can make you feel like a goddess better than Jeon Jungkook.

melomaniac - @jungkxook

friends to lovers, band au, punk!jk, mutual pining but it’s kinda forbidden, a tatted jk fantasy b4 it became reality, smut mdni

you're wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn't be because he's supposed to be your best friend and nothing more. worst part of it all is that you know he's in love with you too.

skirt chasers - @1kook

friends to lovers, college au, campus crush!kook ‼️ the end of this fic is my fav thing ever btw, kook has a thing for skirts, smut mdni

"Baggy clothes are in, but you wouldn't know that, Miss I Draw Inspiration From Catholic School Girls."

drabble list for sc 1 2 3 4 5 misc 1 misc 2

zipper - @taeshobipop ⟢ another fav author of mine

frenemies, college au, fratboy!jk, smut mdni

Jungkook isn't your date to the annual BTS gala, but he's the only one available to take you dress shopping. So when a zipper emergency arises in the boutique's tiny dressing room, who's there to help you?

the train of lost souls - @inktae

fantasy au, mentions of past death, angst, some fluff

The moment you step inside the train, you are given two options.

You can choose to live, to be given a second and a last chance in life, in exchange for your memories and your previous existence. You can choose to be alive again, but it can only be an entirely new life. Everyone you've ever crossed paths with would forget your name. All the pain and the love you knew, all the ups and downs that made you hurt and made you smile - all of it, completely gone.

Or you can choose to move on, to give your life away while keeping your memories until the end of time. To step out of the world of the living and to embrace a new kind of loneliness, but with the warmth of your past always safe between your cold hands.

politico - @hamsterclaw

politics au, smut mdni

Jungkook and you are staffers in the office of the Secretary of State. He's cut-throat, sneaky and goddamn it, everything you love about politics in one irresistible package. Ft Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin.

i heard a rumour - @taeshobipop

friends to lovers, college au, campus crush!jk, mutual pining, smut mdni

One slip of a finger, and you realize you've liked an Insta photo of college hotshot Jeon Jungkook...from two years ago. You manage to unlike it within seconds, except it's too late - Damn Kim Namjoon and his lightning-fast eyes. Do not tell a soul, you hiss.

The man merely smirks. Next thing you know, a rumor is spread throughout campus. Y/n likes Jungkook...and now he knows.

morning rush - @atdawnsuga

strangers, college au, exhibitionism?, slight smut mdni

You develop a strange relationship with the boy you share your morning commute with.

orange tulips - @kainks

soulmates au, reincarnation au, lots of angst, fluff, light smut mdni

You'd remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he'd never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time.

catharsis - @junghelioseok

college au, fwb, ft. jimin, smut mdni

no matter what kind of release you need, he's there.

how long will we fall - @jiminrings

friends to lovers, soulmate au, unrequited love, so much angst, kook is emotionally constipated

if it's fate, it should already be set onto your skin - that's why jungkook's initials are already on your finger. he's always there for you, but not only for you. if you're his fate, he'd rather not have it.

alternatively, jungkook's your soulmate, but he doesn't want to be.

all i want for cockmas - @junqkook

jk is a mall santa lmfao, crack fic, smut mdni

you tell santa exactly what you want for christmas.

✦ series/multi-shot

incoming: elite chatboy - @kookingtae

ongoing 5/?, sex chat worker!jk, text au, humour, smut mdni

welcome to Elite Chatroom, a sex chat company with a wide variety of services such as text messaging, phone call, and video chat. you signed up online for the most basic text service plan not knowing what to expect, but you certainly didn’t think you’d end up actually liking the man behind the screen.

read part one here

the turing test - @fortunexkookie

indefinite hiatus 7/?, still added it :( cuz it’s my fav, android au, android!jk x creator!reader, mutual pining, shared tension, angst, smut mdni

"The Turing Test, developed by Alan Turing in 1950, is a test of a machine's ability to exhibit intelligent behavior equivalent to, or indistinguishable from, that of a human."

Jungkook fiddled with your hands in his, humming softly, as if deep in thought. You noted the way his eyebrows had furrowed, the sweet way his lips formed a pout, and wondered what could possibly be troubling him so much. What had he learned today?

"Creator," he began, dragging his gaze up to meet your own, "you gave me a mind that thinks, hands that feel, and a heart that beats, but did you give me a soul?"

read part one here

falling skies - @fortunexkookie

completed 6/6 enemies to friends to lovers, childhood friends au, slow burn, major angst, fluff, smut mdni

Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her twin, Jungkook, was something else entirely.

prologue

you can also read part one here

killah - @citrustan

ongoing 9/?, strangers to lovers? maybe, infidelity au, managing partner lawyer!jk x spoilt brat! reader, angst, smut mdni

you wanted jeon jungkook the moment you laid eyes on him and the fact that he had a girlfriend wasn't going to stop you.

series masterlist can be found here

cradle robbers - @wintrbears

completed 3/3, childhood friends to lovers, accidental pregnancy au, fwb, slow burn, slight angst, smut mdni

You and Jungkook have been friends since diapers, and one day you decide to hook up for the fun of it, but then you end up pregnant with your best friend's baby. Chaos ensues.

series masterlist can be found here

cowabunga, baby! - @jungshookz

completed 2/2, lifeguard!jk, kook surfs as well he’s rlly hot, crack fic, fluff, slight smut mdni

you'd blow his whistle any day - if only you weren't such a wimp.

part 1 2

to build a home - @soft4gguk

ongoing/author hiatus 16/? strangers to lovers, ceo dilf!jk x nanny!reader, angst, kook becomes a single parent, fluff, slow burn-ish, smut mdni

at twenty-eight, jungkook sees himself go from a family of three, to one of two - heartbreak never comes easy, but nothing could've prepared him for being a single parent as a result of Ira walking out on him. pain brings chaos and he's in need of help. it's only fateful that you so happen to be a blessing in disguise... in many ways than one.

series masterlist can be found here

colour me in - @taegularities

ongoing 15/? fake dating, fwb, college au, fuckboy!jk, this fic is the best thing to ever happen to me btw, misunderstandings, fluff, angst, smut mdni

Jungkook's door only opens for you when there's a barter: a trade of lust and haze. But today you knock for something more, as intriguing as it is frightening - and you hope it doesn't close his door forever.

series masterlist can be found here

please make sure to support the authors who’ve been tagged <3 and by all means, please lmk if you’d like your fic removed.

this hasn’t even scratched the surface of all the jk fics i’ve read over the years, in fact i’ve got 10 years of reblogs & likes on this tumblr from the beginning of my bts era til now..

might make another one later, this took me 3 hours 🫩

[gimmethatagustd]

thank you for the rec 💜

[itsallaboutzayn]

HIM 💜

[funstyle]

Im always like "i will not add my two cents. i will not add my two cents" but i cant lie the pennies are getting sweaty in my hand

[gimmethatagustd]

plot twist | pjm + jjk

Summary: It turns out Jimin doesn't have any problem with Jungkook kissing guys if it’s Jimin he’s kissing.

Pairing: Jimin x Jungkook

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3,349

Tags: Roommates, Angst, Sexuality Crisis, Drunk Blow Jobs, Deepthroating

Content Warning: Recreational Drug Use (acid)

A/N: i read this retelling of a reddit thread in fucking 2016 and told myself one day i would write a story based on it. but then my motivation disappeared, so now you get whatever this is jsdfkhs - "straight guy worries he’s being homophobic to gay roommate, realizes he’s fallen in love with him"

Masterlist | AO3

The return of the discounted margarita happy hour at a local American-style diner had all of Jimin’s friends arguing over which evening they should plan to meet up.

Seokjin felt he got priority as the oldest of the group, picking a Thursday evening after all the guys were off work. It takes very little effort to convince Jimin to go for dinner with his friends, but it takes more effort to convince him to drink alcohol while they’re out. Still, ever-agreeable Jimin doesn’t want to disappoint his oldest hyung. 

So he orders himself a discounted margarita and tries not to make too twisted of a face when the waitress places it in front of him. 

Taking a bite out of a mozzarella stick, Jimin lets the stringy cheese pull away, instantly regretting the decision as the heat of the oil burns his tongue. Moving his attention from the mozzarella sticks to the electric blue frozen margarita in front of him, he uses his straw to stab at the slush on top. The drink's coolness soothes the part of his tongue that’s burned. 

“Tell us the rest of what happened, Jungkookie.” 

Namjoon props his elbows on the table and holds his chin in his hands. His bright eyes are eager as he stares at the man across from him. 

Jimin realizes he has zoned out of the conversation while trying not to make a face at the sourness of the margarita. So many of them are crowded around the table that it’s hard to keep up with all the side conversations. Right now, everyone appears to be focused on whatever Jungkook has to say.

The grin Jungkook flashes makes Jimin’s stomach flip. He continues sucking on his margarita; the slush keeps clogging the straw. He has to suck extra hard to get anything out, his cheeks hollowing and his lips puckering around the straw. Jungkook’s eyes flicker in Jimin’s direction, and he quickly releases the straw from his mouth, his face growing warm despite the cold drink. 

“You’re so dirty, hyung,” Jungkook accuses with a smirk that has Namjoon protesting until Seokjin is shushing him for being a baby. “Well, his head game was out of this world. I’ve never seen someone so eagerly gag on cock like he didn’t even need to breathe. But what really shocked me was his cock, though. It’s fucking massive.” 

Taehyung clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shakes his head. “I think we shouldn’t be talking about Yoongi hyung like this, especially when he’s not here.” 

Jimin inhales sharply and a piece of mozzarella stick gets lodged in his throat. It takes Taehyung slapping the shit out of his back for him to cough himself into shape. He’d had no idea that the person Jungkook was bragging about fucking was Yoongi. 

“How could he be mad at me? I’m only telling the truth,” Jungkook sniffles, his innocent pout slowly morphing into a grin. “If I was him, I’d be happy to know that my cock was being advertised so well.”

Seokjin lets out a loud snort. 

Jimin finds it concerning how Namjoon is hanging onto every word Jungkook utters. 

“ Anyway ” – Jungkook gives Taehyung a pointed look – “this whole time, I thought he would be a pillow prince. I was fully prepared to be doing all the work, but fuck was I wrong. We went so many rounds my dick is sore.” 

“Shhh, shut the fuck up; here they come.” 

Jimin follows Seokjin’s gaze to see Yoongi and Hoseok give the group little waves as they approach the table. Unsurprisingly, Yoongi chooses to slide next to Jungkook in the booth, even though the side Jimin is sitting on has more room. 

It’s not like Jimin and Yoongi aren’t like, best friends or anything. Not like they haven’t known each other for their entire lives, or anything. Nah. It’s fine. This is nothing to even think about, really. 

“Hey guys,” Yoongi says with the gummy smile everyone is so in love with. 

An image of Jungkook, sweaty and balls deep inside Yoongi, lodges itself in Jimin’s brain. 

Hoseok beams a greeting, quickly flagging a waitress to order more alcohol. They all know it’s a bad idea, but they let Hoseok do what he wants anyway. He deserves to let loose, even if it means becoming a zombie by the end of the night. 

The look Jungkook gives Yoongi makes Jimin taste bile in the back of his throat. He rips his eyes away from the plumpness of Jungkook’s bottom lip when his pink, wet tongue swipes over it while Yoongi watches. 

Jungkook is so tactless. 

Jimin can’t understand why Yoongi allows himself to get caught up in that type of behavior. Just seeing Yoongi tongue at the inside of his cheek when Jungkook’s hands disappear beneath the table makes Jimin want to throw up. 

Tactless and not subtle whatsoever. 

Jimin can’t believe he has to live with him. It was a split decision, agreeing to let Jungkook move in when his old roommate moved cities. Hoseok was the one who convinced Jimin to do it. “Jungkook is our friend!” Hoseok had said with a cheerful smile. 

The thing is, Jungkook has always rubbed Jimin the wrong way. Jimin doesn’t really know why. He just does.

Being roommates with Jungkook means Jimin is forced to spend too much time with him, especially when their other friends are busy. 

He’d be lying if he said Jungkook’s invitation to a secret rave hadn’t surprised him. Jungkook and Jimin rarely hang out alone. They had very little in common compared to their mutual friends, and Jungkook has a habit of making Jimin uncomfortable. It’s like he lives for finding ways to bother Jimin.

But this time, Jimin vowed to make an effort. After Hoseok’s plea for Jimin to stop acting like he has a stick up his ass, he’s determined to be friendlier to Jungkook. 

Only for Hoseok. No other reason. 

They met up with a few of Jungkook’s other friends, so Jimin didn’t have to worry as much about being alone with him. Even better, they drank before going to the club. Pregaming is the only way to do events like this the right way; having a buzz from the start makes it more bearable, even if Jimin isn’t fond of alcohol. Hanging out with someone he isn’t particularly close to, one-on-one, makes Jimin nervous. Some liquid courage usually helps.

This time, the liquid courage helps a little too much.

“I'm so drunk. Why did you let me drink?” Jimin rubs his bloodshot eyes with his palms. It’s been hours , and all the drinking and dancing has finally worn Jimin down. He can barely think straight from the alcohol buzzing in his system. 

He’s also pretty sure he did acid with Jungkook and one of his friends, but he can’t remember. 

“Do you wanna leave?” Jungkook asks. 

The thought of Jungkook leaving him alone, drunk, at a nightclub makes Jimin’s anxiety spike, but he doesn’t want to sound desperate.

“Maybe get some fresh air?” 

Jungkook nods and follows Jimin through the sea of people dancing and crowding the bar where Jimin had sucked down a glass of water. It takes deliberate steps to get to the front doors, and the chilly air nearly knocks Jimin over, but he welcomes the sharpness that cuts through his intoxicated mind.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Jungkook points out once they’re outside.

“Well, I am so fucked up.” Jimin punctuates his statement with an uncharacteristic giggle. He feels like his heart is clawing its way up his throat, thudding against him, offbeat.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” Jungkook’s typical teasing doesn’t bother Jimin the same when he knows Jungkook is also drunk and high. Which is probably why one of Jungkook’s arms wraps around Jimin’s waist. 

A small sound of contentment hums from Jimin as he leans into Jungkook slightly, appreciating the extra body heat. The response is his body running on its own, Jimin’s inebriated brain struggling to swim through the slosh in his skull. In any normal setting, he would have never thought to even touch Jungkook, let alone nuzzle against him. Jimin closes his eyes, hoping the world would stop swimming with him, and all he sees is pulsating darkness.

“Umm, we could…” Deep swallow, clammy palms sliding against the thighs of his jeans. Where is the Jimin who normally radiates confidence? “Yeah, go home. If you want.”

“Is that what you want?” Even without the psychedelic lighting of the rave tumbling along inside, Jungkook’s expression sparkles against the night. 

Jimin’s gaze moves from his brightly lit phone to Jungkook. Calling a rideshare or a taxi, checking his bank app to make sure he has money in his account, or texting Hoseok that he is maybe dying–all are tasks Jimin can’t complete when he feels like he’s getting sucked inside of the screen. He feels like he isn’t making sense. 

“I want you.” Jimin’s words fall out of his mouth faster than his brain can keep up. He quickly looks back down at his phone, realizing his error as his cheeks grow even pinker. “To decide. Where we go.” 

“Hmm, is that so?” Jungkook purrs. The deep tone of his voice is unexpected, and it brings heat nipping at Jimin’s chest and up his face. 

“I–” 

Jimin lets out an audible gasp when Jungkook’s firm grip on his waist pushes him backward. 

“You want me ?” 

Jimin is sober enough to feel nervous looking at Jungkook in his darkened eyes, so he settles for Jungkook’s tongue poking just outside of the corner of his mouth. 

Jungkook smirks. “I can make a decision for you.” 

His lips are soft as they drag against Jimin’s. Jimin suddenly feels hyper-aware of his lack of chapstick, having left it in the jacket he chose not to wear out. As Jungkook squeezes Jimin's hips and shoves him against the wall, Jimin pushes the thought from his mind as quickly as it came.

Jungkook moves with a commanding sense of power that has Jimin easily malleable in his hands. Jimin gasps against Jungkook’s mouth when he feels the firmness of his chest beneath his fingers. Maybe it’s the drugs or the alcohol, or simply Jungkook , but Jimin’s brain splinters and shatters when he shifts his body, causing his thigh to brush against Jungkook's. And that’s when the reality of the situation hits him. 

Jungkook is hard. 

Fuck.

Jungkook’s teeth dig into Jimin’s bottom lip when he pulls away. He’s sure his mouth is now shiny and pink like Jungkook’s. It’s all Jimin can focus on as he attempts to blink away the dizzy feeling in his brain. 

Jungkook has one hand pressed against the wall beside Jimin’s head, the other squeezing his hip. Something about being caged in, the heat of Jungkook’s body burning against his, makes Jimin feel small. He doesn’t want to think about why he likes it. 

“I’ll get us a ride, okay, Jimin-ah?” 

“Yeah.” He breathes the only word he can get out, widened eyes scanning Jungkook’s face, too shocked to be embarrassed by how his chest is erratically rising and falling. He immediately lets go of Jungkook’s shirt after holding on so tightly his knuckles ache. He watches Jungkook pull up the app on his phone and struggles to keep his mind from wandering into the darkness that is Jungkook’s eyes on him every time he looks up. 

They burn into Jimin’s core.

How the fuck did they end up here? 

“You’re shaking.” Jungkook smirks as he leans in to rest his chin on Jimin’s shoulder as Jimin struggles to unlock his apartment door. “Do I make you nervous, Jiminie?” 

Jimin is barely holding it together with Jungkook’s cheek brushing against his neck. He flip-flops between wanting to pull away and wanting to lean further into him.

“I don’t get nervous,” Jimin says. 

The statement is flat, and nowhere near as convincing as Jimin hopes. Maybe even laughable, with his pink face and his heart pounding in his throat. It doesn’t help that his fingers fumble so terribly with his keys that he drops them and has to quickly bend down to scoop them up.

Finally getting the door unlocked, Jimin kicks off his sneakers (proper house etiquette present even when fucked up) and turns a bit too quickly on his heel. His socks slip against the wooden floor as he wobbles to stay upright.

“What’s up?” Jungkook’s voice is filled with amusement, and his eyes are bright despite being bloodshot. 

“Do you ever feel like you’re not real?” Jimin stares at Jungkook, unable to pull himself out of the darkness of his pupils. He asks the next question quietly, just like the first, muted enough for only Jungkook to hear. But there is only Jungkook. “Or like you were meant to be someone else?”

Before Jungkook answers, Jimin brings his free hand against the back of Jungkook’s head to pull him into another kiss, this one harder and heavy with the weight of knowing he shouldn't be doing this.

A broken, pathetic whimper comes from somewhere inside Jimin when Jungkook grinds his hips into his, making their cocks drag against each other through their pants. The feeling is unlike anything Jimin has ever experienced. Kissing Jungkook is safe; Jimin can pretend he’s kissing anyone. But to feel Jungkook’s cock hard against his own, shifting to press against his thigh, then moving back again… There’s no denying what he’s doing, and there’s no denying who he’s doing it with.  

Reaching between their bodies, Jungkook rubs his hand over the bulge in Jimin’s jeans and another whimper escapes Jimin’s lips. The sound is so loud and pathetic that it startles him, but Jungkook seems to love it. 

“What was that, Jiminie?” Jungkook asks with a smirk. 

Heavy panting is all the response Jungkook is going to get from Jimin, especially when his other hand drops to unbutton Jimin’s jeans. The pressure of Jungkook pulling his zipper sends dull shocks of electricity through Jimin’s cock, making it twitch uncontrollably. He’s never been harder in his entire life, and he hates it. 

Does he hate it? Jungkook is so…

“You’re so fucking hot.” 

Jungkook verbalizes what Jimin can’t. Then he does exactly what Jimin is scared of: he curls those cute little fingers around the edge of Jimin’s jeans and tugs. 

“Mmm, hyung , why have you been hiding such a beautiful cock from me?” 

Jimin feels his face burn with heat so searing he thinks he might pass out. 

Jungkook presses his thumb against Jimin’s slit to smear the beads of precum around the tip. The gentle massage is enough to make Jimin buck forward. 

“Fuck,” Jimin whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“You’ve never done this before, have you, hyung?” Jungkook’s breath is hot against his ear. The deep chuckle that punctuates his question hints at the devious smirk he wears. “Never had another man touch you.” 

Jungkook clenches Jimin's cock. He’s leaking so much that working up a steady rhythm is easy. Jungkook drags his fingers through Jimin's hair with his free hand, pushing his bangs up and securing a solid hold on the soft strands. He tugs hard until a moan tumbles from Jimin’s pretty lips. 

“Not going to answer me?” 

Shame burns into Jimin’s cheeks and mixes with the unfortunately undeniable lust wreaking havoc on his body. “No, I’ve-I’ve, n-never–” Jimin moans, shocked to hear his voice come out with so much need. 

Jungkook hums with a bite of his bottom lip, eyes twinkling. “So I’m special .” 

Jimin tries to nod, but Jungkook’s fingers are still tight in his hair.

“You have such a pretty cock. So soft and heavy, with such a cute little curve, hm?” Jungkook swipes his thumb over Jimin’s tip as another bead of precum dribbles out. Then, with the liquid smeared on the digit, Jungkook locks eyes with Jimin as he sticks out his flattened tongue and presses his thumb against it. “Taste good, too, baby.” 

Jungkook tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. He keeps his eyes trained on Jimin but allows his body to sink slowly until he is on his knees in between Jimin’s legs. 

“Wanna choke on your cock. Will you let me? I promise I’ll do it better than those boring girls you’re always bringing home.”

"Jungkook," Jimin whines as he squeezes the base of his cock. 

He parts his lips slightly and drags the head of Jimin’s cock over his mouth, rubbing his precum like lip balm. When he seems to have enough, Jungkook lets Jimin’s cock rest on his face as he laps his tongue at the underside. Occasionally, he drops further to suckle Jimin’s balls, tonguing the smooth skin. In everything he does, Jungkook maintains eye contact with Jimin. His normally sparkly eyes are dark and lidded; the expression makes Jimin’s cock throb harder. 

“Yeah, hyung? Want your cock in my mouth?” Jungkook teases. “I want to hear you say it. Ask me to ruin you like a good boy, okay?” 

Waiting for his response, Jungkook swirls his tongue around the tip of Jimin's cock. 

"Oh god," Jimin sobs. He reaches down to dig his fingers into Jungkook's shoulders and tries not to buck his hips into his face. His mind is screaming at him to relax, to think this all through because every ounce of this interaction feels laced with the promise of regret. But his mouth is speaking before his brain can keep up. "I want it." 

Sliding his hands up Jimin’s thighs, Jungkook grabs his ass cheeks and pulls his body flush against his own. In one swift motion, Jungkook swallows Jimin until the head of his cock rams against the back of his throat. His moans make pleasure ripple through Jimin’s abdomen.

Jimin’s legs shake and he grabs Jungkook’s shoulders to steady himself. “I’m- I’m…” 

Jungkook's jaw goes slack as Jimin gasps, feeling his nose press into his abdomen. No one has ever taken Jimin all the way like that before. Jimin can feel Jungkook swallowing around him, constricting and relaxing his throat muscles while humming against him. Jungkook's tongue against the underside of Jimin's cock has Jimin bucking forward. 

Instead of pulling away and scolding him as Jimin expected, Jungkook tightens his grip on Jimin's ass, rocking his body forward and forcing himself to gag.   

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jungkook.” A weak moan is the only warning that Jimin was quickly spiraling.

Colors blossom and then burst behind Jimin’s eyelids as he shoots his release down Jungkook’s throat. Every swallow further milks more of his cum until his cock is so sensitive that the head hitting the back of Jungkook’s throat makes Jimin tremble violently. 

“Jungkook, please,” Jimin lets out a strangled moan and weakly pushes Jungkook away from him by his shoulders. 

“Shit,” Jungkook groans once he sits back and stares up at Jimin with glassy eyes. “I wanna fuck you so bad.” 

Fear dances with desire in Jimin’s chest, stirring up his heart until it’s beating through his ribcage.

“I… I don’t think I’m ready for that. Not… not yet.” 

The disappointed look on Jungkook’s face makes Jimin’s heart shrivel up.  

“Okay,” Jungkook says softly, his expression eventually growing into a small smile. “That’s okay.”

The only sound in the room is Jimin’s heavy breathing as he attempts to calm himself down. 

After a moment, Jungkook stands up. He catches sight of himself in the mirror hanging in the hallway. If he wasn’t already struggling to breathe, Jimin would have had difficulty inhaling as he watches Jungkook smooth his hair and adjust how his jeans fit against his crotch. 

Jimin can’t know what Jungkook is thinking, but he thinks Jungkook looks beautiful.

“I’m sorry.”

Holding the side of Jimin’s face, Jungkook kisses away whatever other apologies he has lined up on the tip of his tongue. “Don’t apologize,” he murmurs against Jimin’s lips, providing just enough time for them to breathe before diving in again. 

Jimin thinks he likes the way he tastes on Jungkook’s tongue.

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