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[swamp-spirit]

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.

[gimmethatagustd]

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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