There’s a thin line between love & hate.
Jung Kook x Reader
NSFW
What happens when two rivals reach the breaking point of their hate for each other?
This is a small portion from a longer Rivals to Lovers fic featuring a OFC x Jung Kook. Enjoy!
He gripped your wrists with one hand and pinned them above your head while his other hand slid up your skirt. Your breath hitched as his fingertips grazed over the damp spot on your panties. The feeling of your wetness through the fabric made his pulse race. He began to rub your clit slowly, making you gasp and arch up.
Neither of you looked at each other, neither of you spoke. All you could think of was how fucked up this was. How wrong. You spent years hating each other. Being rivals. Sabotaging each other. Yet here you are, in the middle of a power outage in your dorm where you had been arguing less than an hour ago, but now, the anger and spite is subsiding to something different.
His mouth trails searing hot kisses down your neck before bitting down, making you suck your breath in. Forcefully you pull your hands out of his grip and immediately tangle one is his hair, pulling roughly. He responds by biting down on your skin again before picking you up, pulling you away from the wall and sitting you on your desk. The Thesis papers and other essays you were just fighting over were now crumpled beneath you.
Your hands roamed down his chest before you pulled on the hem of his shirt and he backed away to let you lift it over his head. Your eyes took in his perfect physique and those sexy tattoos that you were willing yourself to think looked stupid. “Stupid fucking tattoos, stupid fucking piercings…” you said in your head as you ran your hand down the ink that covered his right arm. When you looked up at him the look in his eyes was almost frightening. Pure animalistic lust and desire that sent shockwaves to your very core.
Before either of you could come to your senses, his lips crashed onto yours roughly and you pulled him closer. His body now settled between your legs and you could feel how hard he was for you. He reached up and grabbed a fist full of your hair as the kiss became more passionate and messy. There was absolutely no stopping this. You’d passed the point of no return and to be honest, as much as you hated each other, neither of you wanted to stop.
His grip on your hair allowed him to pull your head to the side roughly as he once again kissed his way down your neck before sucking on the skin above your collarbone. He pulled the strap down on your black tank top and his eyes flicked to yours briefly before sliding it down from the top to expose you. His mouth immediately closed around your hard nipple while his hand palmed your other breast. The gasp that escaped your lips encouraged him and he continued to lick and suck on your nipple before moving to the other.
You reached down to touch him through his jeans and feeling how big and hard he was even through the denim made your stomach flutter. Your hands made quick work of his belt, button and zipper and you immediately shoved your hand in and gripped him tightly. His low moan against your nipple made you feel powerful. He may be able to beat your scores and demolish your academic records, but here he was, literally in the palm of your hand and you were in control of his pleasure.
You began to stroke him slowly, enjoying the way he pulsed and twitched in your hand. His forehead rested on yours and his breath became ragged. With his hands now placed on either side of your face and his warm breath cascading over your lips, you couldn’t help but feel the shift in the vibe. This was hate giving way to passion and the way he lowly moaned your name solidified it. You continued like that for a moment longer before he gripped your wrist and pulled your hand out of his pants. The look in his eyes and the way he was throbbing and leaking precum in your palm made it clear that he was close and that’s why he stopped you.
Once your hand was removed he immediately dropped to his knees in front of you. You looked down at him and saw him in a different light. Maybe you didn’t hate him so much after all. He pushed your skirt up and began to place kisses on your thighs before spreading them further apart then looking back up at you. The look in his eyes was asking for permission and with a nod you granted it. With zero hesitation he placed a soft kiss on your clit through the fabric of your panties and then quickly slid them to the side.
His tongue made contact with your skin and you gripped the edge of the desk beneath you. The way his tongue immediately began to make you quiver was magnificent. But of course it would make you shake like that, he really is good at everything. The way he switched between sucking on your clit and tongue fucking you before sliding two fingers inside was an onslaught of pleasure you weren’t prepared for. You reached down and gripped his hair, his big hands held your thighs to keep you from slipping off the desk and to keep you still.
He pulled back for a moment and pulled your panties off completely before diving back in between your legs. Your head fell back and you bit your lip hard to refrain from moaning his name, you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction, but your body betrayed you and as he used his mouth and hands to unravel you, his name came out in a breathy desperate moan. You could feel his fucking smirk against your pussy and instead of annoying you like it typically does, it made you cum harder. That fucking stupid smirk. You’d never be able to see it again without thinking of this very moment.
He slowed down the movements of his mouth and fingers as you started to come down from your orgasm, every slow flick of his tongue made your sensitive body twitch. When he stood back up he placed a hand behind your neck and pulled you into a kiss. Your hands went straight for his pants and you started to pull them down. He moved back slightly to let you and when you pushed them down enough you finally saw exactly how big and thick he was, and though you wouldn’t dare admit it later, it made your mouth water.
He gripped the base of his thick length and rubbed the head against your wet pussy. His forehead rested on yours as he continued to tease you.
“Tell me you still hate me.” He whispered, “Say it and I’ll stop.” His hot breath dancing over your lips and the sensation of his cock lined up against your entrance was too much. You swallowed hard and thought about his words. He was giving you an out. But there was no way you were going to take it.
“I can’t do that, Jung Kook. I can’t say those words. Don’t stop. Please.” And it’s true. You couldn’t bring yourself to say the words. Because in this moment you don’t hate him. And it’s not just lust, it’s the feeling of being overwhelmed and consumed by all that he is. Appreciating the talents that once annoyed you. How smart he is. How athletic he is, how incredibly sexy he is…
Your mind goes blank mid thought as you feel him slowly sliding into you. His forehead still pressed against yours, his fingertips on your thighs digging into your flesh harder, and it’s just as you expected: he’s going to absolutely fucking ruin you. His lips ghost over yours as he half whimper, half moans your name and pushes in a little more. He’s drawing this out as long as possible and though you want him to just fill you completely, this slow introduction to his size is a welcome torture.
He pushes in a little further and you can’t help but whisper “More…” and it’s that small whisper that spurs him on and he grips your hips and pulls you to him to sheath himself fully inside you. You gasp and he lets out a low moan before kissing you again. His hands come up and tangle into your hair and neither of you move for a moment, you just enjoy the feeling of being connected.
He starts to move slowly, setting up a rhythm of tantalizing strokes that make your body shiver. The desk sways beneath you as his pace slightly increases and he moves his mouth to your neck again.
“Oh god, Jung Kook….” You moan and run your hand through his hair while his tongue traces the space from below your ear to your collarbone. The intimacy of it all is confusing, people who despise each other this much shouldn’t fuck like this. It should’ve been a quick, angry, hate fuck. Not slow kisses, teasing tongues, and interlocking fingers as he fucks you in a way that makes the world stop around you.
He lifts you off the desk and carries you to your bed. He lays you down and positions on top of you, he takes a minute to lean down and kiss you while brushing your hair back. The gentle action makes your stomach flutter again. He breaks the kiss and gathers the fabric of your tank top to pull it up from around your waist and over your head, he follows that up with unzipping your skirt and pulling it off too, leaving you now completely naked. He kicks his shoes off and takes his pants and boxers all the way off before settling between your legs again. His eyes meet yours and your conflicting feelings are mirrored in his gaze. This is wrong, isn’t it? You still hate each other, don’t you? Then why does this feel so right?
You shiver as his hands grip your thighs and he pushes them apart before beginning to slide inside you again. You gasp and your head falls back against the bed. Your lip caught between your teeth to stifle a moan. He reaches up and uses his thumb to gently pull your lip and make you stop biting it.
“Tell me you want me…” he whispers. “Let me hear you say you want me as much as I want you…”
Your heart pounds wildly and as he pushes another inch inside you all you can say is, “I want you Jung Kook. I need it. Please.” he slides his hands up your arms to interlock his fingers with yours and with one slow, deliberate thrust, he sinks his thick length into your tight, soaking wet heat, groaning deeply against your lips as he fills you completely. You stretch around his massive size and once again the sensation is overwhelming and intoxicating.
While he buries himself as deep as he can inside you. You grip his hands tightly and spread your legs wider to seemingly take him even deeper. He moans your name again followed by “….fuck” as he starts to move.
The feeling of his thick cock moving in and out of you makes your body arch up in pleasure. He keeps your hands pinned over your head and presses his lips to yours. Between his passionate kisses he whispers dirty little things that reduce your thoughts to static. “Fuck you feel amazing.”, “squeeze my cock with your pussy again…”, “who knew you were such a good girl?”
With every whispered phrase you got closer and closer to the edge. His low moans and ragged breath combine with your moans and whimpers, creating a lustful symphony that you are both high on. He releases your hands and palms your breasts again, caressing you and placing your nipple between his fingers to pinch and tease you. You bite your lip again to hold in a moan and he reaches up to hold your jaw.
“Don’t. Don’t you dare hold back. Let me hear what I do to you.” The look is his eyes as he speaks makes you tremble and when he pinches your nipple again you give him what he wants and moan out his name.
“That’s my fucking girl” he says with a smirk. He reaches down and grabs your thighs to push them up higher to begin to thrust into you harder and deeper. The sweat dripping off his temple falls on to your skin and when a drop falls from his forehead onto your face you reach out with your tongue to taste it. The sight of this pulls a deep moan from him and his cock twitches inside you. Your eyes meet and the abundance of lust, desire and raw passion in his gaze is too much and you look away.
He starts to move faster now, thrusting in a more powerful manner. Each deliberate stroke is designed to pleasure you, to keep you on the edge. His hands grip your thighs, holding you steady as he moves with a rhythm that is starting to lose its steadiness and bordering on frantic, desperate, and needy. You feel his hand move down your stomach and suddenly his fingers are on your clit. He begins to rub in slow circles as he moves in and out of you causing you to gasp and moan his name again.
“Jung Kook…please…don’t stop…” you say between panting breaths and moans. The pleasure is coursing through your body and your eyes fall shut.
“Uh-uh….you keep your eyes open. Look at me or I’ll stop.” The way he says this in a tone dripping with dominance and desire is your breaking point. You look at him and he keeps going as your body tenses up and you cry out his name when the pleasure courses through you. The feeling is unlike anything you’ve experienced. Maybe it’s because of the dynamic you shared, maybe it’s the way you never pictured that you’d be doing this with him, whatever it was, he just made you cum like no one else ever has.
He leans down and kisses you roughly, holding your jaw and then tilting it up to lick the sweat off your neck
“That’s it. Just like that, keep cumming for me.” He says as he begins to pound into you roughly and you take it. You welcome it. You beg for more and he gladly provides.
“I want you to cum again.” He demands against your lips and starts to rub your clit again. It takes nearly no time at all for him to draw another orgasm from your body and you moan his name again.
“Say it again.” He commands. “Say my name again while you cum.” His breathing is heavy and his low moans mix with yours as you manage to whimper out his name once more. It’s then when he buries himself so deep inside you that your eyes roll back and he begins to cum. He moans your name again and again as waves of pleasure rush through him and he too experiences an orgasm like he’s never had before. He feels drunk, he feels high. Like he’s fucking floating.
Your legs wrap around him and hold him there while he rests his forehead on yours. Your sweat and panting breaths mixing together, both of you absolutely addicted. After a moment he rolls over to the side of you and you think he’s going to get up. He surprises you by wrapping his arms around you and pulling you towards him instead. As you relax into his arms he traces slow circles on your arm before kissing the skin softly.
“So I guess this changes things huh?” He asks, breaking the silence.
You nod and take in a slow breath.
“Yeah, I guess it does.” You reply
He nods and kisses your skin again.
“I’m ok with that if you are.” He mumbles against your shoulder. You sit up and look at him but before you can respond he continues,
“But I’m still not changing the topic of my Thesis.” He smirks and pulls you down to kiss him silencing any arguments until later.
