pairing : tattooed!jungkook x tattooed!reader (slight fuckboy!jk)
word count : 12k, (i hate myself why cant i ever write anything shorter than 10k goodbye)
genre : (fr)enemies to lovers, smut, this is for @mygukandonly ty for the idea and for sharing my thirst for jungkook lmao also ps. if you read this/enjoy it pls reblog bc tumblrs tags are dead af tysm
warnings : overstimulation, dirty talk (its kinda sweet tho?), playful banter during sex, unprotected sex
summary : how is he meant to confess that he’d tear off his left arm for you if you asked when he can see the way you look at him in disgust when his nervous rambling leads to retelling the raunchy stories of girl’s past
The muffled sound of your roommate and his best friend laughing in the kitchen can be heard through your bedroom wall, a smile spreading across your face when you hear Hoseok’s telltale joyous laugh, no doubt in the middle of telling a story.
You rake your fingers through your hair once more, fluffing it up and stepping back from the mirror to give yourself a once over, your hands tugging down on the tight dress you had on. The black shiny latex hugging your curves in all the right spots and you smirk as excitement fills you when you think of the dumb shit you and your best friend Rina were going to get into tonight.
In the kitchen Hoseok pours another shot for himself and Jungkook, the two of them energized at going out tonight as well, the video game demo they had been working on at work had gotten approved, being given the green light to move further into it so they would be celebrating tonight. The rest of his friends were set to arrive at your shared apartment for some pregame drinks before they left to their designated bar of choice.
summary: the year was 1999. boybands were wearing all-white outfits, everybody wanted an ibook or a tamagotchi, tlc didn’t want no scrubs, fight club was playing in movie theaters and you became jeon jungkook’s fake girlfriend in order to fix his reputation.
pairing: campus royalty!jungkook x f reader
genre: one shot, 90s au, college au, hockey au, childhood neighbors to friends to idiots to lovers, fake dating, fluff, crack, angst, smut
rating: 18+
word count: 17.9k
warnings: ok so we got lots of swearing, 90s lingo throughout, crack humor, banter, jk calls reader tiny, alcohol consumption, mentions/use of cigarettes, steroids and drugs (eg. marijuana + ecstasy), partying, 90s pop culture references, 90s technology, neglectful parents, family issues, mention of minor character death, angst! angst! angst!, pining lol, lotta kissing, sexual tension, pet names, explicit smut so clit stimulation, titty fondling, handjob, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected sex (pls wrap it before u tap it), big dick!jk, calvin klein jk, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, creampie, minor degradation, aftercare (uwu)
a/n: this was so much fun to write and i absolutely adore these characters—i hope you guys do as well! thank you to everyone who read the teaser and waited patiently for the full fic, i appreciate you all so very much. fingers crossed it exceeds your expectations ♡ please feel free to let me know what you think, my ask box is always open! ☻
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Shoulders slumped, you leaned back into the hard plastic, bright royal blue colored chair you’d been occupying for the past ten minutes.
The glimmer of hope had instantly vanished from your eyes and your lips had curved downwards into a small, discouraged frown.
Truthfully, you couldn’t be overly disappointed. This had become a standard occurrence; one you were far too familiar with by now. You’d expected your inbox to be empty, but that didn’t take away from the sheer devastation you felt upon seeing the bolded zero on the computer monitor screen.
Since your first year of college, you have been sending your father emails from your student account once a week during your scheduled time slot in the campus computer lab.
These emails consisted of updates any loving and involved parent expected from their children, such as: what your week was like, what projects and assignments you’d been working on and what your grades were.
Not once did he reply.
Your fraught relationship with your father had begun since the day your mother left when you were just a preschooler. He wasn’t a terrible parent, but he wasn’t a fabulous one either. He did the bare minimum for you growing up (as in, what is legally required for parents to do for their children). When it came to taking an interest into what your hobbies were or what your talents and strengths were—he was totally absent.
He didn’t know how to be a ‘girl dad’, as he claimed. His main focus outside of his work as an industrial engineer was ice hockey. Ever since he was a child growing up in the rockabilly ages of the 1950s, your father had utterly adored hockey. He’d played the sport religiously since the tender age of six, when he unwrapped his first pair of skates at Christmastime. His ultimate dream had been to play hockey in college, but he was highly encouraged (more like intensely pressured) to pursue engineering by his parents instead. So hockey became a dream of the past, but an unwavering passion of the future.
The only time he’d marginally paid attention to you outside of basic parenting 101, was the year your elderly neighbors from across the street sold their house to go live in a retirement village and a family from Canada moved in. The Jeons had left the province of Ontario and migrated to your tiny state of Rhode Island with their two sons.
Your dad instantly introduced himself (and you, by association) to the Jeons, welcoming them to the neighborhood and eagerly asked if they loved the beautiful game of ice hockey as they hailed from Canada.
The Jeons dived into their story, elucidating to your father that Mr Jeon had been promoted to a new, advanced position within his law firm in Providence and refused to turn it down as it meant that their children would be able to attend Harvard Law in the future.
They’d meticulously illustrated the perfect collegiate life for their eldest son, Jaehwa, who already at the age of twelve was embodying the prerequisites of a great lawyer.
Their youngest, eight year old Jungkook, was an animated child with an unrelenting passion for hockey. With a missing front tooth, Jungkook proudly rambled to your father that his dream was to become a professional player for the NHL and one day be the MVP of the Toronto Maple Leafs.
Your dad set up your first after school play date that day. And you automatically became best friends with Jeon Jungkook.
A friendship that still remained to this day.
Exhaling heavily, you signed out of your Hotmail account and exited the window. You logged off the computer and gathered your book bag, knowing your session was going to be up any minute.
Maybe he called instead? You thought hopefully to yourself as you departed the campus computer lab, keeping your spirits up that perhaps your dad left you a voicemail while you were out. The chances were pretty slim to none, but you refused to completely give up hope.
You made the trek across campus towards the student residences, retrieving your Sony Discman from your bag and clicking play on the latest album from No Doubt. You let Gwen Stefani’s voice drown out your surroundings as you approached the female dormitories.
You made it through three songs before you arrived at your dorm, fetching your keys and unlocking the door. You pulled down your headphones and shuffled inside, closing the door behind you and letting out a tiny puff of air.
Your roommate, Rose, appeared from the confines of her room then, munching on a packet of Cool Ranch Doritos. “Sup,” she muffled, watching as you wrapped up your headphones, “you got a call while you were out.”
You immediately brightened, “really?”
“Yeah it was JK,” you deflated at Rose’s words, feeling your stomach twist at the awful realization that your dad didn’t call. Or respond to your emails. I should’ve known... “he said he’s gonna be late to your dick appointment by like five.” She smirked, dipping her hand back into the blue aluminum packaging.
You rolled your eyes in aversion, “how many times do I have to tell you that I’m not bumping uglies with Kook?” You threw her a pointed stare, tucking your Discman back into its designated spot in your bag. You were going to need it again later when you had to go to the library.
Rose snorted, shaking her head incredulously, “girl, how many times do I have to tell you that you should be slurping on that dick!” She exclaimed, placing her Dorito dusted fingertips in her mouth and sucking her digits obscenely to make her point.
“He’s my friend since elementary school,” Your nose scrunched up, repulsed by her overt indecency, “we don’t like each other like that. We’re just homies. You know this. My dynamic with Jungkook hasn’t changed since the day you first met me.” You shrugged, trudging over to the kitchenette and snatching a Diet Dr Pepper from the fridge.
You never understood why your roommate was so adamant that something more than a lifelong friendship lingered between you and Jungkook. She’d been badgering you with the topic for the past year specifically and it was seriously exasperating.
She raised an eyebrow at you whilst you cracked open the can of soda. “Whatever you say, babes,” she popped another corn chip into her mouth, “but for the record, when you finally hook up with JK, I’m gonna scream ‘I told you so’ hella loud up in your grill.”
“As if,” you took a few sips of your soda, “but I’ll let that slide just for shits and giggles.” You teased her playfully, retreating to your bedroom to acquire the textbooks you’ll need for your study session at the library.
She retorted something intangible from the shared living room, leaving you snickering to yourself. Rose absolutely despised losing an argument (or in your case, a lighthearted bickering relay) and was no doubt trying to get the last word in.
You finished your soda, disposed of the can into the trash and stacked your textbooks in your arms. You were planning on revising the post-it notes you’d stuck inside your sociology textbook alongside your current notes from yesterday’s lecture. Now, the amount of revision you’ll be able to complete will fundamentally depend on how talkative Jungkook is today. He always had a knack for distracting you, even when you were at your utmost focused.
You retreated from your room then, organizing and rearranging your book bag while Genie In A Bottle by Christina Aguilera resounded from Rose’s room. She was obsessed with blasting pop radio from her boombox, whilst you preferred to listen to your favorite albums with headphones. Each to their own.
“I’m outie!” You called out in the direction of Rose’s room, alerting her that you were on your way to the library. You couldn’t make out a response over the music bellowing through the dorm, but you were sure she heard you, so you picked up your bag and locked up behind you.
One paragraph of revision was all you managed to complete one since your childhood best friend joined you at your (unofficially) assigned desk in the far back right corner of the campus library.
Jungkook had been restless since he arrived. The sable haired man in question kept fiddling with your Loony Tunes tin pencil case and bouncing his right knee up and down, causing the desk to rattle and a headache to brew.
You started to grow a little concerned that he was fucked up on Molly, given his slightly turbulent behavior, until he finally clicked his tongue and sighed out of boredom.
He’s just bored out of his mind. Like always. Classic Jungkook! You continued on with your note taking, corresponding between your textbook and notebook when Jungkook unceremoniously nudged your foot underneath the desk.
“So I need you to do me a favor—”
“As if.”
You hadn’t intended to be so terse and deadpanned at first, but the very idea of agreeing to do Jungkook a favor was basically the equivalent of signing yourself on for overarching frustration.
He blinked owlishly, big round eyes shot open wide in puzzlement, “harsh, Tiny.”
“Whatever.” Looking up from your notes, you offered him a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders, “Kook, I’m not doing you any more favors. Your friend privileges have been revoked.”
“Lame!” Jungkook whined, leaning forward onto the desk in a way that accentuated his broadened shoulders, “this is bogus! They weren’t even that bad, dude.”
You clicked the top of your ballpoint pen and placed it down beside your sociology textbook and folded you arms across your chest.
“Sophomore year. You asked me to buy condoms for you during lunch because you had a one on one with Coach Murray. Guess who was standing behind me in line at the store? Ms Peterson!”
Jungkook visibly winced at the mention of your most despised high school homeroom teacher. The woman was utterly miserable and sucked the life from every student’s body during first period for an entire year.
You huffed in minor aggravation. “She gave me the stink eye for the rest of the year thanks to you.”
Jungkook chuckled haughtily, pushing himself off the desk so that he could lean back into his seat instead. He sure as hell looked widely entertained by the rehashing of your distressing high school incident. All because Ms Peterson believed that he could do no wrong—he was the golden boy.
“Okay but she was a total buzzkill. Was probably salty that her student was having a boinkfest instead of her.”
You scowled. “Senior year. My dad went out of town to visit Gammy and you asked if you could bang Kelsey Moffat in my bed so your parents wouldn’t find out.”
“Oh yeah. Kelsey was a tight chick. If you know what I mean.” Oh how you wished you could flick a booger right in the middle of his smug little smirk. Albeit immature, it would bring you so much satisfaction.
“Step off, butt munch!” You grumbled, flipping him the bird, “not only did she steal my Oasis cassette but she also stole my Keanu Reeves ‘Speed’ poster. I paid eight dollars for that at the theater!”
“I can’t believe she swindled you while I was taking a leak—”
“Not helping, dickweed.”
He bit his bottom lip to hold back a laugh. It wasn’t hard to tell that you were still pressed over losing those two items, particularly the poster. You’d gushed about that for weeks on end, only to have it disappear from your wall after Jungkook defiled Kelsey Moffat in your twin bed. To say you were livid at the time was an understatement.
“Aight, that one was whack. But that was one time!”
“Spring break, second year. You asked me to go on a double date with you, Ashley McFadden and Mark Lee.”
“Oh snap! I forgot about that,” Jungkook grinned wolfishly, “Ashley was postal. But Mark was pure class though, the bomb diggity.”
You gawked at him incredulously. “Are you trippin’? Mark threw up down my shirt before we could even order dessert!”
He grimaced, scrunching up his nose at the unpleasant memory that no doubt jarred his brain. “Oh yeah, that mad gnarly.”
“No shit, Sherlock!”
Jungkook seems rather sheepish now, having come to terms with the fact that you were rightfully reluctant to do any favors for him after your series of unfortunate events. But he couldn’t think of anyone else to turn to, especially not with something like this.
Out of all his friends, you were the only one that’s been with him through the long haul. Yes, you both roamed in different social circles since first year orientation, but that didn’t change anything. You both still persisted with the tradition of catching up once a week in this dingy campus library whilst you studied meticulously and Jungkook ceremoniously filled you in on hockey affairs.
Old habits die hard.
“Look Tiny, this is a matter of life or death.”
Raising an eyebrow, you studied him carefully. He didn’t look like he was pulling your leg. In fact, he appeared to be more serious than you’ve seen him in the last few weeks.
You decided to hear him out. But after you teased him a little, of course. “You always had a flair for dramatics.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Coach cornered me after practice yesterday. He said that scouts are gonna start coming to games.” He paused, reaching for his Pepsi.
“Dude, that’s great!”
He took a quick swig of his soda and exhaled with a sigh, “not exactly. There’s, uh, rumors about me among the potential scouts. They’ve heard about my rep and aren’t digging it.” He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. “Coach basically said that if I want a chance at going pro after grad, I need to clean up my act.”
“Rightio. I still don’t know how that constitutes a life or death situation.” You snorted, picking up your pen in order to return to studying. You’d already sacrificed too much precious time on Jungkook’s meandering.
“Because one, the NHL is my life! And two, I will die if I don't get recruited!”
Putting your pen down (once again), you raised an eyebrow, “so why haven’t you had that in the back of your mind since first year?”
Jungkook scoffed. “I didn’t want to be a fucking noob my entire college experience, Tiny.”
You smiled innocently. “Hm. So what does that make you right now?”
“Hilarious,” he drawled sarcastically, leaning forward off his seat and leaned onto the desk once again. Only this time, his eyes began to implore into your own. “I know I sounded melodramatic but this shit is serious to me. If my parents found out about this… I’d be a further disappointment. They’re already unimpressed that I chose to pursue sport over law or medicine.”
Jungkook exhaled heavily then. His shoulders sagged and chin ducked down closer to his chest. The atmosphere shifted and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand why. “This is all I have going for me. If I don’t get into the NHL, I’ll be a failure. My parents already think I’m one because I didn’t go to Harvard. I can’t do shit right since Jae…”
“Kook, that’s not true.” You gently interjected, shaking your head. He wasn’t a failure. He was the captain of the hockey team, the most popular student on campus and still managed to maintain a decent GPA. He needed to know that he wasn’t incompetent.
“It sure as hell feels like it,” he sighed, reaching up to run a hand through his raven curls, “anyways, I know what I need to do to fix this. My reputation will be stellar in no time.”
“Well that’s awesome!” You cheered, giving his hand a supportive squeeze. “But I still don’t know where I fit into all this.”
Within milliseconds, Jungkook’s chiseled face broke out into a massive grin. His smile was so bright, it almost blinded you. Why the ever living fuck is he smiling at me like that for?
“Here comes the cheddar: you’re gonna be my girlfriend.” He declared triumphantly, as if you’d won the grand prize at a local county fair.
Your eyes bugged out of your head, jaw slackening in an instant. He’s gotta be wiggin’!
“Please say sike.”
He personified the meaning of a Cheshire cat grin in that very moment, unable to wipe the smugness from his face. He seemed so satisfied within himself—which was utterly ridiculous because his idea reached levels of absurdity you didn’t think was even remotely possible.
“Why do you look like I just jizzed in your cereal? Dude, it’s a radical plan!” He enthused, eyes twinkling with excitement.
Jungkook’s vivacity was always something you admire about him. He always gave one hundred and ten percent into everything he believed in for as long as you’d known him. But this idea was preposterous and you didn’t know what on earth he was thinking.
“It’s totally whack and I’m not doing it,” you informed him, picking up your pen and mentally chastising yourself for wasting so much valuable study time, “why don’t you ask one of your many screaming fans?”
A petulant whine of your name escaped his lips, “it won’t work if I go out with someone from my scene. It won’t look respectable to Coach. And if it’s not swinging with Coach then it’s not swinging with the scouts. I need to be with someone—”
“Jeon Jungkook, if you say ‘someone like you’, I will kick you in the balls so hard.” Your voice was stern with warning.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, nodding hastily to show you that he completely understood. He couldn’t risk getting his little dudes crushed like that.
He nibbled on his bottom lip, tugging the black ring between his teeth, “what I was going to say, is that I need to be with someone who is a model student. Someone that takes college seriously and preferably has a 4.0 GPA,” he explained cautiously, tip-toeing around the subject because he really didn’t want to piss you off. “Y/N, you’re the first and only person I thought of. You’re like mad smart, dedicated to your studies and weren’t you a TA last semester? Cause seriously Tiny, last time I checked you had three letters of rec for post-grad internships, so I’ll for sure look dope by association.” He stated with a shit-eating grin. He knew he’d get you there.
And unfortunately he was right; he had your undivided attention now. Damn him and his good memory! You cursed him out internally, closing your textbooks and pursing your lips in thought. He buttered you up good, you did have to admit that, but you still couldn’t quite fathom how his proposition could be anything other than ludicrous.
You chewed on the bottom of your ballpoint pen, mulling it all over, “I don’t know Kook. This sounds like it could get messy real quick.”
“Dude, trust me. It’ll be a cinch,” Jungkook said in an assured tone, reaching for his Pepsi to take another large swig of the cola, “we’ve known each other for almost our whole ass lives, it won’t get messy.”
You poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue, narrowing your eyes. You weren’t thoroughly convinced. “Well what’s in it for me, Romeo?”
“Besides having bodacious arm candy and the campus king as your boyfriend?” Jungkook smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. The pressing urge to flick a booger at his mug was back again.
You fake gagged, “charming. Never seen a head that enormous before in my life.”
“Hey, don’t hate the player, hate the game.” He chuckled, stretching his arms out over the chairs that resided beside him and looking effortlessly attractive. Not that you would ever utter those words aloud because god only knows what kind of loud mouthed ego monster Jungkook would turn into.
You scowled, completely unimpressed. “I’m being serious Kook. What would I get out of pretending to be your girlfriend?”
It took Jungkook all but two and a half seconds to come to the conclusion that you weren’t having any of it. He desperately needed to provide you with an incentive, otherwise you weren’t going to agree to his proposition and he didn’t have a back up plan.
He needed your cooperation.
“Look, I know you don’t give a fuck about popularity or social status and shit like that so I’m not gonna sit here and try to make that sound worth your while.” He began, lifting his arms off the back of the chairs and scooting forward until his chest touched the desk. He was taking this seriously and you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t intrigued. Never had you seen Jungkook so invested in something outside of hockey—although this technically had to do with hockey, so you decided to retract that. “But there is a huge perk in being my fake girlfriend.”
You rested your chin on your hands and batted your eyelashes at him purposefully. “Enlighten me, oh wise one.”
“Smart ass,” he rolled his eyes, “the perk is that your old man fucking loves me. I’m like the son he never had,” Jungkook finished off the rest of his Pepsi and then gave you a knowing stare, “he’d be majorly pumped if you were dating me. I bet he’d finally start replying to your emails.”
You bristled. As shitty as it sounded, Jungkook did have a point. A really good one.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”
“Stop pouting, Tiny. You know I’m right.” He tittered, giving you a playful nudge with his foot once again underneath the desk. However, this time it was to lighten the mood, given you were feeling a little soured after the mention of your father’s negligence. “Besides, it’ll only be until the semi-finals. I think that’s manageable.”
You kissed your teeth, pondering the consequences that could arise if you were to agree to his proposal. “But that’s like six whole months, Jungkook. It means we’ll have to act like we’re together during Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years… are we even gonna be able to pull that off?”
Jungkook smirked at you knowingly. “Tell me, how many people already think we’re fucking?”
Rose immediately came to the forefront of your mind and you frowned. What’s with him and making solid points today?
“No comment.”
“Exactly. Plus, we both go home during winter break so it’ll be easy to keep up the act,” He chortled, flashing a self-satisfied smile, “it’s gonna be a piece of cake. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. So can you just put me out of my misery and agree already?” He pleaded, giving you the biggest demonstration of puppy dog eyes you’d ever witnessed. He even had the audacity to jut out his pierced bottom lip into a pout.
You eventually caved. “Fine. But only ‘til the semi-finals.”
Jungkook whooped instantaneously, pumping his fist into the air and inciting an onslaught of shushes from the other students across the library. You giggled into the palm of your hand, unable to stop yourself. He sheepishly mouthed an apology to the very pissed off librarian and then turned his focus back to the matter at hand.
“Thank you Tiny, you’re the best!” He grinned boyishly, causing the dimples in his cheeks to make an adorable appearance, “I promise I’m gonna be the most wicked, tubular, off the chain boyfriend you’ve ever had.”
“Fake boyfriend,” you corrected with an amused smile, “and before we start anything we need to lay down some ground rules.” You asserted, flipping to the very back of your lined notebook and picking up your pen.
“You’re writing them down?” Jungkook mused, folding his muscular arms across his chest in mirth. He found your dedication to impose regulations onto your fake relationship to be indisputably entertaining.
“Yes doofus. How else are we gonna remember?” You reached over and flicked his forehead, evoking an indignant ‘hey!’ from your new fake boyfriend. “Anyways, I hope you have a pocket pussy because we can’t be seeing other people. It’s way too risky.”
Jungkook’s face split into a wolfish grin, “you’re small enough to fit in my pocket so does your pussy count?”
You glowered. “You’re a neanderthal. And no.”
“Damn, struck out already. Relationships are tough these days.” He snickered.
You threw an eraser at his forehead.
The next twenty minutes you spent the time outlining the fundamentals of your fake relationship. You both concurred not to see anyone else, given how quickly gossip spreads across campus. In tandem with that rule, you both conceded on not telling anyone about your arrangement. Not even Rose or Jungkook’s roommate, Taehyung. The truth of your relationship had to remain a secret.
Smaller details were also agreed upon, such as: calling each other terms of endearment (with Jungkook begrudgingly consenting to limiting the use of your nickname, since Tiny wasn’t overly romantic), holding hands on campus, kissing in public spaces and attending a couple of frat parties together.
Jungkook also made a stipulation that you had to attend every home game, whilst wearing his jersey. You bickered back and forth for a good five minutes about the attire (with you arguing that it felt possessive and objectifying) until you settled on a compromise. You would wear the jersey if Jungkook bought you sundaes after every game. And you’d both leave the fraternity parties before one in the morning.
Once the rules had been laid out, you both shook hands on it.
“So babe, should we seal the deal with a kiss?” Jungkook wisecracked, doe brown eyes twinkling with mischief.
You threw another eraser at his forehead.
“I can’t believe you’re wearing that,” Rose sniggered, taking the cardboard tray of nachos from the employee at the kiosk and then giving you a look, “still salty you didn’t tell me.”
“Rose,” you whined, “I already said sorry like a billion times. I told you that we—”
“Wanted to keep it on the down-low for the first month. I know, I know,” she waved it off, taking a sip from her fountain soda, “it’s just I was rooting for you two since day one. At least you let me scream ‘I told you so’ in your face like I said I would.” Rose grinned victoriously, causing you to chuckle lightly.
You felt terrible for lying to her—but you and Jungkook had explicitly agreed. Nobody could know about the truth behind your relationship. It would only reflect poorly on Jungkook’s already suffering reputation. You were trying to resurrect his image, not create a further hindrance.
So that meant letting Rose have her fun.
“Of course I did, I’m not a sore loser.” You took your own fountain drink from the kiosk and proceeded to make your way towards the rink.
“Same can’t be said for your boyfriend,” Rose teased playfully, referring to Jungkook’s incorrigible competitiveness, “no wonder he got you clothed in his jersey—which by the way, you look hella dope. It makes one fresh oversized shirt dress.”
Your cheeks flushed crimson at the compliment. Especially given the undertones: you looked good whilst repping Jungkook’s family name in all capitals with his signature number seven on the back.
“Thank you babes. I didn’t like the idea of wearing it at first but I think it’s grown on me.” You confessed with a shy smile.
Rose opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it again when you were approached by a group of four women. Your roommate’s mood became acidic and you couldn’t blame her—you’d been obstructed by the puck bunnies.
“Can we help you?” Rose asked in an agitated tone, raising an eyebrow as she sipped on her soda.
You had a sneaking suspicion they were here to confront you in light of Jungkook’s new relationship status. No doubt he had stuck his dick inside each of these girls at some point during his time on the team. You could only imagine how much they detested you right now.
“Not really,” one of them spoke, completely ignoring Rose’s presence as she locked her gaze onto you and smiled falsely, “just wanted to see if the rumors were true. JK doesn’t do relationships, after all.”
You hummed to yourself, “not with you anyway.”
Rose stifled a laugh from beside you and the artificial smile on the redhead’s face vanished.
“Just because you’re wearing his jersey doesn’t mean you’re dating. You’re probably just another hoochie; a notch in his bedpost.” The redhead snapped, seemingly inflamed by your presence and your choice of attire.
You tongued your cheek. Jungkook had warned you last night over the phone that you’d be cornered by some jealous ladies. He was worried about how you would address that kind of confrontation, but you reassured him that you could handle yourself.
And that you did.
“Look, I don’t like the idea of tearing down other girls over a guy. Call me a hoochie all you want, but my relationship with my boyfriend isn’t anyone else’s beeswax,” you affirmed, grabbing ahold of Rose’s hand and stepping around the posse, “so if you’ll excuse us, I have to go take my seat so I can support him.”
You descended the stairs with your roommate then, undoubtedly leaving the redhead and her friends agape. You felt pleased with how you handled the situation and hoped that it wouldn’t backfire badly onto Jungkook or yourself.
“Oh snap Y/N!” Rose cheered from beside you as you both took your seats, “that was off the chain! You were radical! God, you must really love him.”
“Yeah, I really do.” You smiled wide, but the light didn’t reach your eyes. You felt a weird sensation in the pit of your stomach.
You weren’t entirely certain if that was due to your little white lies or the fact you used to feel that way about Jungkook when you were a teenager.
Your crush was most definitely gone though… right?
The home game flew by before you knew it. Jungkook was at the top of his game, that much was obvious. Every single person in that rink had their eyes fixated on him. He was irrefutably the best center forward the university has had in over a decade, so there was no surprise that he continuously scored goal after goal every game. He was known for being the grand master of the hat trick.
The match was now in the last five minutes of the third period and everyone was on the edge of their seats. The opposition had secured another couple of goals in the first ten minutes of the period, leaving Jungkook restless. He blatantly refused to let the other team win.
From your place in the crowd, you chewed nervously on your nails as you watched Jungkook speed across the ice. Having known him for almost your whole life, you knew that he’d be tense and eager to win. You hadn’t realized how mesmerized you were by his movements until Rose tapped your shoulder, commanding you back to reality.
“He’s so fly on the ice. Like, really fast, sharp shooter, good with his hands. Is he like that in bed?” She smirked, trying to scavenge some juicy information from you.
You felt your cheeks burn, meaning there was definitely a flush of scarlet spreading across your face right now. You blushed because you didn’t know how to respond to such a thing. Jungkook was your childhood friend—what were you supposed to say? Frankly, you had no idea what Jungkook was like during sex. He never looked at you in a sensual way growing up, therefore you learned quickly not to let your mind run away from you with fantastical delusions.
Rose’s smirk increased at your reddened cheeks, no doubt assuming that you were blushing because you were shy rather than embarrassed. She thinks I’ve fucked him and she’s never gonna let me live it down!
Before your nosy roommate could push the subject any further, the crowd began hollering in desperation. There was only a minute left on the clock and everyone in that arena wanted a secured win for their respective team.
You found yourself clutching the edge of your seat, eyes following Jungkook’s every move as his teammate successfully completed an assist. Within the final five seconds, Jungkook scored a faultless buzzer beater.
His team had won.
The arena erupted into applause, with loud chants, cheers and claps echoing around the rink. You shrieked alongside the dedicated fans, unable to help yourself as the entire moment was inarguably exhilarating.
Jungkook’s teammates circled around him, clambering to get their hands on his shoulders and hype him up for his unbelievable shot. The raven haired male in question, however, paid no mind to the actions of his teammates and proceeded to look around the seats. He searched high and low for about a minute until he located you, immediately pointing in your direction and creating a heart with his glove-clad hands.
You covered the sides of your face with your hands, hiding your blush. And despite being well aware of the expectations that coincided with the nature of your fake relationship, you just couldn’t believe it. He dedicated the winning goal to you. Jungkook had demonstrated to the entire arena that he was taken.
“Oh my god?” Rose sputtered, eyes widening as she turned to catch a glimpse of your reaction, “so much for keeping it on the down-low. Everyone and their dog knows you’re his girl now,” she mused, noticing the way dozens of young women looked crestfallen or green with envy, “but watch out for the bunnies babes. You’ve snatched up the university’s most eligible bachelor and made him all cute and soft. They’re not gonna rate that.”
Hm, maybe Jungkook’s crazy idea will actually work after all?
With that in mind, you smiled brightly and blew him a kiss, to which Jungkook enthusiastically caught with his mitts and held them to his heart (as his team celebrated their victory around him).
Needless to say, the crowd went wild.
The nauseating stench of stale beer emulsified with cigarette smoke, a touch of marijuana, copious amounts of sweat and inexpensive cologne, bulldozed you upon entry to the frat party Jungkook had dragged you along to.
Oh how you wished you could turn back time and protest harder against this being a condition of your disingenuous relationship. You compromised far too easily and now look where that has gotten you.
“Stop frowning so much, Tiny, you’re gonna get premature wrinkles.” Jungkook murmured against the shell of your ear as the two of you walked further into the fraternity house belonging to Alpha Sigma Phi.
You scowled, “I’m sure I already have premature wrinkles from dealing with your ass for the past fourteen years.”
Jungkook couldn’t hide his grin. “I love it when you talk about my ass.”
Rolling your eyes, you gave him a playful shove. “Shut the hell up, butt munch.”
“See? You’re obsessed with my ass. If you want it baby, just say—ow!”
He scowled at you this time, rubbing his pectoral where you’d successfully pinched his nipple through his jet black muscle tee.
You were mere seconds away from teasing him, when one of Jungkook’s teammates approached you both and slung their arm around your fake boyfriend’s shoulders.
“Hey lovebirds,” Jacob drawled, his pupils dilated to the extent where his irises were a thin blue colored ring, “glad you could make it. JK’s always the life of the party!”
You forced a smile (for the sake of appearances).
There was no chance in hell you were going to be consuming any illicit drugs that night, especially not surrounded by careless idiots such as Jacob.
“I’m really not all that, Jake,” Jungkook half chuckled, carefully shrugging his doped up teammate off his shoulders, “why don’t you go find Kevin? He’s the O.G. party animal.”
“Aw righteous!” Jacob slurred, lifting both fists in the air cheerfully, “peace out, home skillet.” And with that, he staggered away through the crowd of grinding bodies.
Now you’d heard plenty of rumors over the last few years regarding the varsity hockey team and their usage of recreational drugs, stimulants and performance enhancing substances. You always dearly hoped that Jungkook wasn’t involved in that kind of activity. Not only was it illegal, but it would irrefutably affect his chances at having a professional career with the NHL and you knew how important that was to him.
The disapproving lour on your face was an obvious indication that you were unimpressed. It wouldn’t even need to take a genius with a high IQ to figure that out.
Reaching for his inked up hand, you tugged Jungkook over to the corner of the crowded room. It was almost impossible to hear yourself think over the volume of the stereo, but you had to confront him about what you just witnessed.
“You’re not taking any of that shit, are you?” You asked him gently but cautiously, eyes full of concern.
Jungkook blinked owlishly for a moment and then shook his head resolutely. “No, Tiny. I’m not.”
“Even the ‘roids?”
He shook his head once more, a little firmer this time round, “I promise. Coach would use my balls as new pucks if he found out I was doping.”
You visibly sagged in relief. You then released the shaky breath that you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding that entire time.
Jungkook’s lips quirked upwards into a smile, “were you worried about me?”
“Of course I was worried! You’re my closest friend, Kook,” you exhaled, “I care about you a lot and don’t wanna see you get yourself into trouble.” You’d surprised yourself by the openness of your admission, having revealed more than you were initially anticipating. I care about him just as a friend…
Jungkook’s gaze softened at your confession, his doe eyes beseeching your own in a way you hadn’t bared witness to before.
Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as he took a small step towards you, his tattooed arm encircling your waist. What is he doing? Why is he looking at me like that?
He brought your body flush against his own—face to face, chest to chest—and for a brief moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you. Your sole focus was on Jungkook. He occupied your line of sight. He captured your full attention. He was the only thing on your mind and you didn’t hate it. In fact, you liked it a little too much.
Breaking your intensely reciprocated stare, Jungkook’s dark chocolate brown eyes flickered down to your lips, lingering on the plushness of your mouth for a few moments.
“Baby?” His regular tenor had dropped a few octaves, leaving his voice deeper and huskier than usual.
Fuck. His rasp turned you on. “Yeah?” Your thighs had involuntarily pressed together.
His tongue swiped at his bottom lip, his unwavering gaze never once leaving the curves of your mouth. “Can I—”
“JK! Sup dawg?” An obnoxious voice broke you both out of your own little world.
Jungkook tongued his cheek, looking a little pissed off at the interruption, “hey Josh, wassup?”
You slowly wriggled out of his hold, trying to provide yourself some breathing room (and personal space) after that moment you shared. Jungkook didn’t let you get far though, as he reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers while he chatted aimlessly with one of the fraternity members.
Was Jungkook about to ask if he could kiss you? You’d technically agreed to kiss in public for the sake of the whole charade but why did that particular moment feel so different? You were lost in your own thoughts for a few minutes, until a loud whoop snapped you out of your reverie.
“Booyah!” Josh grinned wolfishly, rubbing his hands together, “you’ve got first dibs on a partner. I call bagsies on starting though.”
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and glanced up at your fake boyfriend, “what’s the dealio?”
“I’ve been challenged to a game of beer pong,” Jungkook explained, gesturing to the ping pong table that was set up across the bustling living room, “and you’re playing with me.”
Your jaw fell open. “As fucking if!”
He whined your name petulantly. “Chillax babe, it’s totally in the bag. Please don’t let me look like a major noob.” He pleaded, whipping out the puppy dog eyes.
“Nuh uh! Nope! That’s not gonna work, not this time!”
It worked. Like always.
And you won—just like he said.
Jungkook was truly the most talented person you’d ever met. He excelled in almost everything he did, including a shitty game of beer pong. Your opponents—Joshua and Jennie—were stunned at how easily and effortlessly Jungkook sank tiny orange balls into red solo cups.
You’d even managed to secure one or two, but really you were there for show because your partner was the shining star of the game.
“We did it!” He beamed, pulling you in for a bear hug and lifting you up off your feet, spinning you both around once.
Despite winning, you’d both downed a couple of drinks (that Joshua had successfully sunk his ball into) and god only knows what was in those plastic cups. So it was no surprise that you and Jungkook were a little buzzed.
“Put me down you goof,” you giggled at his antics, playfully thwacking the side of his shoulder until he steadied you back on your two feet, “that’s better, thanks.”
You felt a little breathless now, given the way Jungkook was still holding onto your hips and peering down at you with an impassioned gaze.
“Gonna kiss you now, okay?” He murmured, moving his inked hand from your waist to your face, cupping your cheek gently.
You knew this was all for show, so you jerked a nod. It’s just a kiss, you braced yourself internally before his lips grazed yours.
Your eyes fluttered shut when your lips connected, the taste of lukewarm beer prominent on Jungkook’s tongue. He held you close as he kissed you emphatically, consuming your mouth with his own and stealing every shallow breath.
Obnoxious hoots and hollers surrounded you, meaning that your public display of affection was doing its job at convincing the masses of your so-called relationship. You slowly pulled away when his team stopped cheering him on; your lips tingling from the rather intensive kiss.
Jungkook, on the other hand, looked a little disappointed. Had you not kissed him long enough to be convincing?
Wetting your bottom lip, you inhaled through your nose, “think they believe it?”
“Who cares?” He murmured in the same husky tone as before, cupping both your cheeks this time, “c’mere.”
He kissed you deeply this time, his tongue invading your mouth and sensually gliding across your own. He knew how to leave you breathless and have your head spinning.
Every thought that entered the forefront of your brain was about Jungkook. He had you absolutely keening for him and you couldn’t deny that your panties were becoming damp with arousal.
You hadn’t been this affected by him since freshman year. What the hell was going on?
Minutes felt like hours. You were totally entranced by Jeon Jungkook and unfortunately, you had to brutally remind yourself that it was all a lie. You were doing him a favor and this was a part of it.
Breaking apart from him, your lips were a little swollen and your cheeks were flushed. Jungkook couldn’t help but grin lazily, tugging his lip ring between his teeth.
“We should head out,” he spoke for the first time in a little while, “this party’s lame. Besides, I promised you we’d go home early.”
Your heart skipped a beat. And why did your stomach do a somersault at the mention of we? “If you wanna stay for a bit longer we can.”
Jungkook shook his head, “I’d rather walk you home.” Shit, there goes your heart again.
Trying not to turn a shade of crimson, you nodded and followed Jungkook through the sea of partygoers (as he wanted to say goodbye to his teammates).
He located them with ease. He kept his hand in yours the entire time, wishing his friends a good rest of their night whilst they relentlessly teased him for being a fart knocker for leaving the party early.
“Dude, you really have changed! It’s not even one!” Chris chortled, shaking his head incredulously, “I guess that’s what happens when you get tied down, huh?”
“Word!” Joshua echoed, his syllables slurred as the man was hammered from losing beer pong against you and Jungkook earlier.
“Whatever man, I’ll see you at practice,” Jungkook clapped his hand on Christopher’s shoulder and then gave Joshua a fist bump. He turned to you with a soft smile (one that you’ve come to recognize he only reserved especially for you), “let’s bounce babe.”
You didn’t need to be told twice.
The twenty minute journey back to your dorm had been more than pleasant. In fact, you could argue that it was the most fun you had the whole night. Despite being completely alone during the early hours of the morning, Jungkook continued to hold your hand the entirety of your walk.
He looked utterly breathtaking under the moonlight. He’s your friend! Cut it out!
As you approached your dorm room, Jungkook leaned against the wall beside your door and grinned boyishly. “Princess Y/N, I have successfully brought you back to your castle. My quest is complete.”
You rolled your eyes playfully at his ridiculousness, “I’m eternally indebted to you, Sir Jungkook.” You said as you unlocked your door.
He chuckled in amusement, his nose scrunching up in a way that resembled a baby bunny. He was so endearing when he made faces such as those.
“No but for real, if anyone’s indebted to someone it’s me to you.” He said, shuffling his weight from one foot to the other. He was restless. You weren’t sure if that was due to nerves or because he had consumed alcohol. “I appreciate you being so cool with all this. You’re really the bomb, Tiny.”
You blushed vividly at his compliment.
“You were a rad fake girlfriend tonight, everybody believed it,” he continued with a broad smile. His words caused your heart to sink in your chest a little. You didn’t like that you were feeling this way—or any way for that matter. “I promise the hard yards are done. It’s gonna be wicked easy for the next few months.”
You laughed it off, trying not to let your heart mess with your head. You knew what you were getting into agreeing to this arrangement: now wasn’t the time to start feeling things. You simply had to focus and shut off your brain.
“Kook, it’s really not hard to pretend to be into you,” you blurted, the words falling from your lips before you could stop them, “you’re very easy to love.” Shut up!
Jungkook didn’t say anything. His lips parted for a second, almost as if he was going to respond, but instead he lurched forward and kissed you.
This kiss felt nothing like the other two. This one was soft, gentle, tender. His lips moved with yours in a sweet, slow rhythm (like your mouths were dancing the waltz). His nose caressed yours as he delicately sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, wanting to get a quick taste before the night concluded.
You both parted at the same time, breathless and flushed.
“You didn’t have to do that,” you respired quietly, your voice barely above a whisper, “there’s nobody around to see it.”
Jungkook’s lips etched up into a tiny smile, “I know. I wanted to,” he pressed a featherlight kiss to your lips once more, provoking your heart to start hammering hard against your rib cage, “goodnight Tiny. Sweet dreams.”
You dreamt of him that night. And they were sweeter than sweet.
Thanksgiving week rolled around sooner than you could say ‘turkey baster’.
You’d been occupied all week studying for finals and the stress was starting to really get to you.
Rubbing at your temples, you blinked back tears. You didn’t want to cry over coursework but these looming exams were really testing your patience and resilience. The enormous pressure you placed on your own shoulders was inconceivable. There was no real reason to be that harsh of a self-critic, you just really wanted to prove yourself to your father (even though he didn’t care enough to read your emails, let alone your thesis).
“Hey baby,” a familiar voice broke you out of your self deprecating slump, “you look totally buggin’.” Jungkook frowned in concern, sliding in the seat beside you and wrapping his arm over your shoulder. He always did that now whenever he met you at the library. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t grown accustomed to it.
“I’m cool beans,” you forced a smile, closing your textbook and giving him your undivided attention, “totally super. Wassup babe?”
Jungkook looked marginally unconvinced but he didn’t press you any further, “just wanted to let you know that I have an away game this weekend.”
Your eyebrows raised in surprise, “but it’s Thanksgiving?”
“I know,” he sighed in defeat, “it’s gonna be a huge game though. Coach said if we win this one, he’s gonna shout us all Pizza Hut for a month.” He tried to hide his smile by flicking his lip ring between his teeth, but you knew him too well.
“You’re majorly psyched about the pizza, aren’t you?”
Jungkook cracked a grin, “I’m a simple man, baby!”
Shaking your head playfully, you bumped your shoulder against his. “You’re such a noob.”
“I’m your noob, Tiny.”
Your heart did a backflip in your chest. You absolutely despised the way your heart reacted to cute little quips like that. He was obviously saying it in case people were eavesdropping. Everything was for show and you had to constantly remind yourself of that.
Luckily for you, he changed the subject: “So are you going home for Thanksgiving?”
“No,” you shook your head obstinately, “it’s too expenny. I’ll just have a chill one in the dorms.”
Jungkook scrunched up his nose, but this time it was in disapproval rather than delight. “Babe, that sounds totally lame.”
“Don’t diss my plans!”
“Just keeping it real, Tiny. You can’t spend Thanksgiving alone, okay?” He said, mindlessly rubbing his fingers along the hem of your shirt, “I’m gonna call you from the hotel after my game so we can spend it together.”
You blinked, utterly stunned by his statement. From your knowledge of paid varsity sports trips (which wasn’t much, only what you found out from Jungkook over the years), the players were allowed to make one call from their hotel room to contact their close family or friends. So naturally, your heart rate increased expeditiously at the significance behind it all.
“Kook, are you sure? Wouldn’t you wanna call Tae?”
Jungkook shook his head with a sincere smile, “I’m sure. I want to spend Thanksgiving with you.”
Your entire body is filled with warmth. You were positive that your cheeks were heating up with rosiness, but you didn’t care. You were floating up on cloud nine at that moment.
“Cause like, think about it—it’d be weird for me not to call my girlfriend, you know?”
“Yeah…” Your heart plummeted to the pit of your stomach. Of course! You reminded yourself bitterly, it’s all a farce. You felt so deflated, that you kind of wished he never said anything in the first place.
To get your mind off the previous conversation, you swiftly changed the subject to winter break, which was coming up in the near future.
You both discussed how you’d be going home at the same time, so it made perfect sense to travel together. You strategically planned to spend Christmas with each other’s families, while also making an appearance as a couple at the annual New Year’s Eve party.
“How should we break up?” You asked curiously, looking up from the piece of lined note paper that you were busy scribbling your holiday plans onto, “I just realized we never discussed that.”
Jungkook frowned.
You could’ve sworn that you saw a flash of disappointment in his doe brown eyes, but that also could be you hoping that he felt similarly to yourself. Pathetic, you chastised internally.
“Well, uh, we can say it was mutual. That we agreed we’d be better off as friends,” Jungkook shrugged, “but let’s not worry about that right now. It’s months away.” He was quick to dismiss the topic. Instead, he redirected the focus back onto you and the tenseness of your shoulders.
“You’re already worrying about so much,” he murmured, moving his arm off your shoulder and gently cupping your chin with that inked hand of his, “I don’t like seeing my baby so bugged out.”
You puffed out a short breath, “yeah well it’s finals season. I’m gonna be a walking, talking ball of stress for the next few weeks.”
Jungkook tongued his cheek. He gently released your chin and shuffled in closer towards you, “let me help you relax then.”
Your breath hitched in your throat as his large hands found your thighs. He trailed his fingers up along your denim-clad leg, inching closer and closer to your crotch. No doubt your eyes were widened to the size of saucers—you couldn’t believe how brazen he was being.
“Are you trippin’?” You hissed, “we’re in the library! Anyone could see or hear us!”
Jungkook chuckled, as if you’d said something witty, “take a chill pill. Nobody is around. We won’t get caught if you keep quiet, baby.” He moved his hand to your clothed center, cupping you there and nibbling on his lip ring.
You swallowed harshly. “Isn’t this weird?”
He shook his head once. “You can’t pretend to be my girlfriend and not reap all the benefits. Now hush,” he purred, slowly tugging down the zipper of your fly and dipping his hand into your jeans.
Given the way that you were both seated, there was no feasible way Jungkook could finger you without it being blatantly obvious. If you had worn a skirt, things would be different. But he didn’t let that minor detail deter him. No—he was going to get you off no matter what.
You whimpered the second his fingertips began rubbing you through your panties. He dragged his fingers up and down your clothed slit, getting your underwear lathered with your juices so he could feel how aroused you were for him.
“So wet baby,” he mumbled, his fingers expertly finding your clitoris (even with your undergarments in the way) and began rubbing circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, “look so pretty when I touch you. So fucking pretty.”
“Mm Kook…” You desperately clutched at the fabric of his t-shirt, your eyes clenching shut while he played with your pussy. You bite down hard on your bottom lip in order to keep your moans at bay, since getting caught would certainly tarnish your shoe-in for a dean’s list valedictorian.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He rasped, relishing in the feeling of your slick coating his digits. “Wish I could fuck this little pussy with my fingers. I bet you’re so tight and warm… Shit! I just felt your cunt gush. That was so hot.” A prominent bulge had tented in his jeans now, straining against the zipper. He was so turned on. By you.
“Jungkook—ah!—please,” you mewled, your head falling onto his broad shoulder as he dexterously stimulated your pussy, “wanna…”
“Wanna come, baby?” He husked, his rich cocoa eyes having darkened lustrously, “wanna make a mess of these panties in the library like a naughty girl for me?”
You whined at the slight degradation. He knew exactly what to say to have your pussy clenching (more like squelching) around nothing. He rubbed a swift figure of eights against your clit, determined to bring you to your much needed climax. Truthfully, you couldn’t remember the last time you were brought to the brink of an orgasm so quickly.
“Uh huh,” you nodded dumbly, unable to construct a proper sentence as the pleasure was overtaking your thought processes, “please let me come.”
If Jungkook wasn’t hard before; he certainly was now. Hearing you beg him like that—all soft and desperate—was the sexiest thing he’d ever witnessed in his fucking life.
His eyes fixated on your face contorted with pleasure, Jungkook picked up pace with his fingers. He only had to stimulate your cunt for a few moments more until you were spasming underneath his touch. Your thighs quivered as your orgasm washed over your body, resorting you to a whimpering mess.
“Good girl,” he gently praised you, slowly riding out your high with a few flicks of his fingertips, “you did so well, baby. That was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen; it got me so hard.” Jungkook grinned unabashedly.
He removed his hand from inside your jeans, wiping his moistened fingers lewdly on the inside of his own denim. He kindly zipped you back up though, taking the initiative to situate yourself on your behalf.
You giggled tiredly into his chest, feeling a little chuffed but also a little embarrassed. Did you seriously just have an orgasm in the campus library? And did you seriously let your childhood friend give you one?
Lifting your head from his chest, you brushed some loose hairs from your face and mouthed a tiny thank you.
“Definitely relaxed now, huh?” Jungkook asked with a wolfish grin, feeling pretty goddamn pleased with himself. He wasn’t at all cocky though. Instead, he looked like he had won a championship.
You blushed, nodding in lieu of a response.
Shifting your gaze downwards, you noticed that he was still sporting a raging hard on. “Do you want—”
“No it’s okay,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “I just wanted to do something for you. I feel good knowing I made you feel good.”
Without thinking, you cupped his face and pressed your lips to his.
Jungkook reacted instantaneously, moving his lips with yours in unison and planting his hands at the curvature of your waist.
He pulled away after a few moments, his softened eyes then implored yours, “you didn’t have to do that. There’s nobody around to see.” He echoed your words from a few weeks ago, nervously chewing on his lip piercing.
Smiling adoringly, you pressed a featherlight kiss to his lips (just like he did all those weeks ago) and reiterated his own words back to him: “I know. I wanted to.”
New Years celebrations were in full swing in your hometown: with every Tom, Dick and Harry buying up booze at the liquor store and dozens of parents desperately trying to secure teenage babysitters for the night.
You were currently in the middle of getting ready for the annual New Year’s Eve party you agreed to attend with Jungkook. The party in question was an infamous one that took place at the community center every year, for young adults aged between eighteen and twenty five. It was a way for your town to encourage safe partying during the thronged holiday season—such as enforcing rules like only attendees over the age of twenty one were allowed alcohol—and you’d had the pleasure (if that was even the right word…) of going a couple of times.
Each time had been uneventful.
The music was always lackluster and you didn’t really get along with many people from your high school. Not that it was your fault, they just didn’t take the liberty of ever getting to know you. You were simply known as Jeon Jungkook’s nerdy friend.
Speaking of Jungkook, he was the only one that ever paid you any mind at those parties and majority of the time he was preoccupied with another girl.
This time was going to be different.
It had to be—the news of your relationship had spread like wildfire. All it took was for Jungkook’s elderly (and nosy) next door neighbor to overhear Jungkook’s mother on the phone to him, confirming your attendance as his girlfriend to Christmas Eve dinner, and the rest was history.
The entire neighborhood knew of you two ‘dating’ before you’d even left campus for the year.
Luckily for you both, Christmastime was a walk in the park. Not a single person questioned the legitimacy of your relationship and the dynamic between yourself and Jungkook’s family continued to remain moderately the same.
His parents were hesitant at first—having heard tidbits from girls in town about Jungkook’s tendency for hookups—but soon warmed to the idea of you being their son’s girlfriend.
Mrs Jeon was thrilled to hear your post-graduation plans involved more education and potential for career advancement, whilst Mr Jeon was rather impressed that his son was dating a woman with the intention to become a child psychologist.
“If anyone’s the most impressive one, it’s your son.” You’d told them earnestly, advising them of Jungkook’s consistent GPA and comments of high praise from well respected professors. “He’s the best player the university has had in almost a decade—you should be so proud.”
You’d been so engrossed in hyping up your fake boyfriend’s achievements to his parents so stuck in the past, you hadn’t noticed that Jungkook was looking at you the entire time. He didn’t spare his parents a single glance. You were the only thing he wanted to focus on.
Meanwhile in comparison, your father was overjoyed at the news. As expected. He spent the entirety of Christmas Day lunch discussing hockey and Jungkook’s statistics of the season. Your fake boyfriend was kind and conversed with your dad with a polite smile, but always made sure to turn the conversation back onto you.
He praised your academic achievements and practically bragged to your father about how awesome (or in his exact words: majorly bodacious) you were. It clearly made an impact, as your dad proceeded to ask you about college and what internships you were thinking of applying for post-graduation.
You almost cried three times that day. And you were certain that you stopped seeing Jeon Jungkook as just a friend that day too.
A rattled knock against the doorframe snapped you out of your thoughts. You were almost finished applying your maroon colored lipstick when Jungkook entered your childhood bedroom.
“On a scale of one to ten, how fresh do I—holy shit,” Jungkook uttered out, cutting himself off as he gawked at your appearance, “Tiny is that a new dress?” He visibly gulped, causing his Adam’s apple to bob up and down.
Looking down at your plain black dress, you smoothed out the fabric and nodded, “yeah I got this in the fall. Does it look okay?”
You blushed a shade of scarlet. “Thanks Kook. You look great too. We’re accidentally matching.”
He was wearing a pair of dark wash denim and a charcoal button up. He left his hair down in unruly raven curls—just the way you liked it. Jungkook always looked effortlessly attractive; it was so unfair.
“Couple goals.” He joked with a cheeky grin. “Now let’s roll, I wanna get crunk. It’s the last year of the nineteen hundreds, babe! Time to go big or go home!”
You both originally chose the former.
Until a few hours later you decided the latter.
The party wasn’t fun whatsoever. The music was just as awful as you remembered it to be, the partygoers were all high as fuck and Jungkook kept getting approached by old flings from high school.
You felt utterly miserable and just wanted to retreat back to your bed. It wasn’t exactly how you wanted to spend the last couple of hours of 1999, that was for certain.
Jungkook noticed your shift in mood and decided that he’d had enough of the party as well. He realized somewhere between hour two and three that he couldn’t have fun without you. He needed you by his side in order to genuinely enjoy himself, otherwise he was putting up a front to appease others. And my god, was he sick of trying to be a people pleaser all the time.
“Let’s blow this popsicle stand,” he whispered into your ear, reaching for your hand and intertwining your fingers.
You wouldn’t ever grow tired of the way his hand held yours. It was such a simple gesture but a meaningful one at that. In addition, your small hand always fit so perfectly inside his much larger one, like they were two missing puzzle pieces destined to be conjoined.
Jungkook led you out of the venue and towards the parking lot where he’d parked his well loved 1980 model Chevrolet Chevette. That old car had been his prized possession since it was handed down to him from his dad on his sixteenth birthday. Granted, the model was almost twenty years old now but Jungkook didn’t care. He would treasure that car until the day the engine stopped running.
“How much have you had to drink?” You quizzed him as he unlocked the car, opening the passenger door for you. What a gentleman.
“I had like one beer over an hour ago,” he shrugged, closing the door gently behind you once you’d hopped in the vehicle and jogged over to the driver’s side, “although I don’t really wanna go home yet. Can we just chill for a bit?”
You smiled fondly, “you really wanna chat in the parking lot on New Year’s Eve?”
“Yeah. We could even sit in silence and I wouldn’t mind. I have the most fun when I’m with you.”
You looked down at your lap, face flushing vibrantly once again at his sincere compliments. He was going to make a tomato out of you if he kept this up!
Drumming his fingers against the wheel, Jungkook chewed nervously on his bottom lip. “Can I be real with you for a sec?”
You snapped your head up to meet his anxious gaze, nodding immediately. “Of course Kook, wassup?”
“I’ve been fucking terrified all year about getting recruited,” he admitted in a quiet voice, shrugging his shoulders and slumping back into the driver’s seat. “I kept thinking I wasn’t good enough… that what my parents thought was true. That I was just wasting my time with sports and I was gonna end up flipping patties at Wendy’s for the rest of my life after grad because I would be nothing but a washed up college player…” he trailed off, poking his tongue at his piercing before turning to lock eyes with you, “until last week when you spoke about me at dinner.”
Your lips parted in shock.
“The way you talked so highly of me, like I was the best thing to happen to hockey since Gordie Howe… I believed in myself after that night. I might not get any offers but at least I believe I have talent… that I have worth.”
Stunned into silence, you slowly reached across the gearshift and took a hold of his hand. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze and met his gaze. His doe brown eyes were full of sincerity and you knew then, without a doubt, that you were in love with him.
You were hopelessly in love with Jeon Jungkook.
“You’re one of the most talented people I’ve ever met, babe. You will get offers, more than one, I just know it,” you whispered, your eyes shining with the purest form of unabridged adoration for him, “I believe in you and I’m so happy to hear that you believe in yourself too.”
The way he looked at you in that moment had your heart beating a million miles an hour. Oh how you wished he could look at you like that all day, every day.
“I think you’re the only one that’s ever really believed in me,” Jungkook confessed quietly, giving your hand a squeeze, “you’ll be the best child psychiatrist. You’re warm, kind, gentle and sweet. You believe in everyone without expecting anything in return. You’re fucking perfect, Y/N.”
You don’t know who exactly made the first move, but Jungkook’s hands were now cradling your face and your lips attached.
You kissed him with all the love you had in your heart, pouring every feeling you harbored for him into the movements of your lips. You sincerely hoped that he could feel what you were too afraid to say.
After reluctantly breaking your passionate kiss, Jungkook stared at you through hooded eyelids as you shuffled around the interior and propped yourself onto your knees.
“Whatcha doin’ baby?” He asked in amusement, eyes bright and curious. They say curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
And satisfying him is exactly what you planned on doing.
“Wanna suck you off,” you deadpanned, cupping his crotch with your tiny hand, “you deserve a reward for being a good fake boyfriend.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened so far his eyeballs almost bugged out of their sockets. “Tiny, you don’t have—”
“To quote someone very much like yourself: you can’t pretend to be my boyfriend and not reap all the benefits. Now hush,” you giggled, palming his bulge that had already developed underneath your hand.
He grunted at your touch, his curly haired head falling back against the headrest. “Fuck,” he cursed, jaw slackening when you unzipped his jeans and untucked his hardened cock from its confines, “your hand feels so good, baby.”
You marveled his erection for a moment. He was huge, much bigger than you had imagined. He felt hot and heavy in your hand, throbbing at your delicate touch and oozing with arousal from the mushroom tip.
Leaning down, you pressed a barely-there kiss to the head of his cock. The action had Jungkook hissing in desire, his eyes rolling back into his head. Your chest blossomed with pride at his reaction, so you continued your ministrations. With a kitten lick and a butterfly kiss there—you were purposely trying to tease him (more like torture him).
“Baby,” he pleaded in a husky voice, “gonna die if you don’t put me in your mouth.”
“Drama queen.” You rolled your eyes in a lighthearted manner, wrapping both hands around his girth and gently pumping his impressively hard cock. You glided your makeshift fist up and down his length, drawing guttural groans from the man above you. Each sound he made had your pussy leaking. It was almost embarrassing how turned on you were just from his moans.
You swiped the beads of precum from his slit, spreading it around his bulbous head and giggling at the way his breathing became heavier. He was already a mess and you hadn’t even wrapped your lips around him yet. If that wasn’t a compliment towards your skill, you didn’t know what was.
“Fuck—please.” He begged in desperation.
You decided not to tease him any longer. Lifting your eyes so that you maintained eye contact with him, you brought your mouth down to his cock and wrapped your painted lips around the tip.
Jungkook wished he could take a photograph in his mind and keep that sinful view of you a mental image forever.
His breathing was labored as you started to suck at the head, swirling your tongue around and teasing his salty slit. Jungkook groaned brokenly, reaching out to move loose strands of hair from your beautiful face. As pretty as you looked with your hair a disarray—he wanted to be able to see you. He didn’t want to take his eyes off you.
“How is your mouth so good?” He practically whined, his hips involuntarily bucking up as you began bobbing your head up and down on his cock, taking as much of his length as you physically were able to. “Oh shit—careful baby… easy… don’t choke.”
You hummed and glanced back up at him, lifting off his cock with a lewd pop, “what if I want to choke on it?”
Jungkook’s jaw dropped. You laughed at his reaction, eyes twinkling in amusement before wrapping your lips around his dick once again.
Any kind of retort he was trying to conjure up in his brain was lost on him now. All he could focus on was the way you sucked his cock like a fucking pro.
His car sounded like (and frankly looked like) something straight out of an 80s porno. But so much better.
You pumped whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth and continued to swirl your tongue around his girth, focusing on the underside and his sensitive slit. He was absolutely throbbing on your tongue and judging by the way his moans had become guttural and erratic; he was close to coming.
“You’re perfect, so perfect,” he rambled, his eyebrows knitted together with his obsidian curls falling into his eyes, “fuck I love yo—your mouth. So good to me, baby.”
Your chest spread with warmth at his praise.
His pelvis continued to jerk forward, signaling that he was teetering on the edge of his climax. You took that as a sign to suck harshly at his tip, knowing he was sensitive there. The strangled moan you evoked from the back of his throat was more than enough motivation to keep up with your efforts.
“Come in my mouth,” you gurgled around his cock, words muffled but you honestly didn’t give a damn. You were sure he heard you, “please Kook. Want it.”
You didn’t have to tell him twice.
Jungkook whimpered your name when his orgasm shuddered through his body. His dick twitched on your tongue before spurting hot ropes of white cum into your mouth. You swallowed his load, taking all that he gave you with vigorous enthusiasm. Jaw slackened and eyes heavy, Jungkook for sure thought he was going to come again just by how undeniably sexy you were.
You really were all that and a bag of chips.
You released his now softening cock with an obscenely wet pop, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and giggling at his fucked out expression.
“Feeling rad?”
Jungkook grinned lopsidedly. “Feeling wicked and jammy.”
You helped him tuck his cock back into his jeans and zipped him up. The energy between you had irreversibly shifted now that you’d given each other an earth shattering orgasm. But it didn’t feel weird; it felt right.
“Should we head—” Your words died in your throat when you heard the faint shouting of numbers. The partygoers were counting down.
It was nearing midnight.
And you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be in your last moments of the nineteen hundreds than with Jungkook.
“Three, two, one. Happy new year.” He whispered, bringing your lips to his.
While fireworks exploded into the night sky and the sound of cheers, screams and wishes of a happy new year encompassed you—your sole focus was making a positive mark on the year 2000 and kissing the man you loved with everything you had.
“Happy new year, Jungkook.”
Months had passed since that fateful night after the most dreadful New Year’s Eve party, and your fake relationship had restored Jungkook’s reputation in the exact way he’d been hoping. His coach was satisfied with the significant changes the team’s captain had made and encouraged Jungkook to keep it up during the playoffs—to which he most certainly did.
He led his team through to the semi-finals with outstanding leadership and determination. His hard work had not gone unnoticed (according to the whispers he’d overheard in the men’s locker room), as the scouts were impressed with his progress. Everything was falling into place and Jungkook couldn’t be happier.
Your ‘relationship’ was most definitely included in that too.
Something had shifted for the both of you after that party. Prior to winter break, you did just above the bare minimum when it came to being Jungkook’s girlfriend. But now, you were more inclined to show physical affection and willingly hang out with him in your dorm twice a week, rather than just meeting up at the library.
Things felt really domestic.
You became comfortable and content with your unique dynamic, and for a while there, you forgot that this was just one extended favor for Jungkook and that you’d be breaking up sooner rather than later.
Hockey finals season was among you and graduation was right around the corner. You wouldn’t need to keep pretending after that. It was a bitter truth that you were having a tough time accepting (even though you’d agreed to those terms and conditions from the beginning).
When the clock struck five in the afternoon, you decided to give Jungkook a call.
You’d spent the entire day filling out applications for post-graduation internships with prestigious psychiatric clinics, in hopes to fast track the start of your career. The process of completing the questionnaires was tedious and exhausting, as you had to write down your responses on a separate piece of paper and staple it to the back of the physical application.
You found yourself hoping for technological advancements within the next five years regarding the internet and being able to use computers to apply for jobs. That would make your life so much easier.
Leaning back against your sofa, you pressed the speed dial, knowing it would contact Jungkook’s landline. Rose always used to tease you about that tiny detail but stopped once you’d started dating. She was currently out on a date with the guy she was casually dating (Cameron, you think his name was).
The phone rang for about half a minute before the sound of the receiving end being picked up.
“Y’ello?” It was Taehyung—you could recognize that rich baritone anywhere.
“Hey Tae, it’s Y/N. Is Kook there?” You mindlessly twirled the cord connected to your landline phone around your fingers.
“Nada. He’s out; something about an impromptu meeting with his coach. Sorry dude. But what’s the four-one-one?”
You felt your shoulders sag and your entire body deflated.
You should feel happy that Coach Park organized a last minute meeting, as it no doubt had to do with the scouts and their interest in Jungkook—but you missed him. You wanted to see him. It sucked that he wasn’t home.
“Oh… nothing really. Can you tell him to schwing by my dorm once he’s back?”
Taehyung hummed in agreement, “sure.”
“Wicked. Thanks Tae.” You bid him a quick goodbye and ended the call, placing the phone back onto its dock.
Why were you feeling so out of sorts? Jungkook talking to his coach should be a good thing, right? You felt your stomach twist and churn uneasily at the possibility of the meeting having negative connotations. What if his reputation wasn’t good enough? What if someone found out the truth and told Coach Park?
Your head was spinning. You felt queasy.
The stress from earlier today had manifested into full body nausea. It made you miss Jungkook’s presence even more, as he would go to extreme lengths to make you comfortable and get your mind off certain things. He was really good at taking your mind off shit.
You were totally whipped.
And it’s a major reason as to why you were dreading the next few weeks. You didn’t want your relationship to end, even though it was fabricated.
Jungkook made you feel alive. He brought you out of your shell the last few months, by dragging you along to hockey games, parties and other social events. He introduced you to a bunch of new people and showed you what it was like to not worry so much about your future for two point five seconds.
You were terrified that it was all going to disappear the second you stopped pretending. More than anything, you were terrified that he was going to disappear.
Anxiety gnawed away at you for the next half an hour, up until a knock sounded at your front door. Swinging your legs off the couch, you got to your feet and padded over towards the door.
You swung it open to reveal your (fake) boyfriend in a pair of navy wash denim, a white scoop neck Calvin Klein tee and a matching jean jacket. His hair was untamed and left to hang down past his ears and to his shoulders. How does he just look like that? You practically swooned.
“Hey baby,” he smiled widely, leaning in to press a delicate kiss to your lips, “you look gorgeous.”
Blinking once, then twice, you gazed down at your turquoise, knock-off Juicy Couture velour tracksuit. He really thought you looked pretty in sweats? Your heart surely did a double take.
“Thanks,” you blushed, opening the door wide to let him in and then closing it behind you both, “you look gorgeous yourself.”
He smirked. “I know, you were practically drooling when you opened the door.”
“No duh, dickweed! You look like you stepped out of a magazine.”
He smirked even wider. “Playboy, I hope?”
You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder a shove, “you’re so infuriating. How do I even put up with you?”
“Because you love me.” He teases you playfully, wrapping his arms around you from behind.
Good lord… if only he knew just how true those words were.
You gently pinched his hand in retaliation, evoking that high pitched laugh from his lips. Your entire body filled with warmth upon hearing his carefree laughter—you really adored him profusely.
“So feisty today Tiny,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, “what’s the dealio?” He turned you around effortlessly then, bringing you flush against his chest so that you were face to face.
“I’m totally bugged.”
Jungkook frowned, “what’s got you strung out? Did Rose set fire to the dish cloth again?”
You bit your bottom lip to hide your smile, trying not to laugh at his question. You promised Rose that you wouldn’t discuss that incident ever again, not even with your boyfriend.
“No,” you shook your head, “I spent all day writing out applications for internships. I’m stressed that I won’t get one and that I’ll be jobless after grad.”
He soothingly rubbed invisible shapes against your hips, having succeeded in locating a sliver of your bare skin between your matching sweats. “You’re gonna get one.” He said definitively.
“But—”
“No buts. None of that yadda yadda,” he clicked his tongue, tsking at you, “you’re going to get an internship, baby. Why? Because you’re the bomb. You have the perfect grades, the perfect attendance, the perfect recs and the perfect attitude. They would be brain dead not to—hmph!”
You smashed your lips onto his fiercely, cutting him off because you wanted to show him your gratitude rather than vocalizing it.
Jungkook groaned throatily against your mouth, sliding his hands down to the curvature of your ass and hoisting you up with ease. Your legs instinctively encircled his cinched waist, wrapping yourself around him as you kissed him passionately. Tongue and all.
The two of you had engaged in steamy make out sessions before (numerous times in the recent months), so this wasn’t anything new. What was new was the pressing urge to feel his rigid cock deep inside of you.
You desperately wanted him to fuck you.
Maybe it made you a bad person, but you wanted to experience it just once before the whole charade had to come to an end.
“You’re making me hard, baby,” he rumbled against your lips, bucking his pelvis so that you could feel the impressive bulge that had formed in his jeans, “but I don’t wanna do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
You reluctantly broke the kiss, lips swollen and eyes hooded with desire as you met his stare, “I’m always comfortable with you, babe.” You reassured him with a hint of a smile.
His eyes sparkled, “yeah? Ditto.”
“Good. Because I really want this—want you.”
Without another word, he carried you to your bedroom. No surprise that he knew the way without even looking, he’d been inside your dorm countless times.
You yelped out a giggle when he tossed you down onto your bed, your backside bouncing as you hit the mattress.
He avidly shrugged off his jacket, leaving him in that tight fitting tee that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
“I want you so bad. Have for so long,” Jungkook confessed, dragging his piercing into his mouth and gazing down at you with a lucent, zealous gaze, “are you sure? You can back out whenever, okay?”
You nodded vigorously before making grabby hands in his direction. You were so damn eager for him. You couldn’t wait any longer.
Jungkook chuckled at your actions, crawling onto the mattress and hovering over you within seconds, “can’t believe you got horny over a few compliments.” He teased playfully, eyes bright as he gently (and attentively) brushed loose tendrils of hair from your face.
You rolled your eyes but the smile on your face revealed that you weren’t offended. “Shut your mouth, Jeon. You know my love language is words of affirmation.”
“Jeon, huh?” He grinned voraciously. “Family naming me in bed? You’re so freaky, baby.” Another eye roll.
You reached out and brazenly pinched his nipple.
“Ow!” He laughed, his smile only tripling in size, “lucky for you I have a pain kink.”
You couldn’t help but burst out laughing, shaking your head at his ludicrousness.
“Do you ever shut the fuck up?”
He joined in with your laughter, eyes crinkling at the sides as his hands found the hem of your velvety sweatpants. “I do when I’m eating pussy. And I’m fucking dying to taste yours.”
He rendered you speechless instead. Never did you expect to be so turned on by such vulgar language. Usually you would cringe when guys said obscene things like that, but when Jungkook does it? Your clitoris throbbed.
Wetting your bottom lip, you watched him with esurient eyes as he tugged your pants down your legs and discarded the fabric somewhere on your carpeted floor.
“You’re drenched already,” he rasped, gazing ravenously at your clothed pussy. His fingers hooked under the waistband of your panties and swiftly dragged the soft cotton down your body. He spread your legs greedily, exposing your glistening cunt to him. “Fuck. Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen.”
Your cheeks flamed.
He nestled between your legs, hooking them over his broadened shoulders so that his face was at the perfect angle.
“You’re dripping.” Jungkook was utterly mesmerized by your saturated cunt. He nibbled on his piercing while his talented fingers lightly spread your folds and teased your slit all the way down to your tight little hole. “So sensitive. Bet you taste fucking divine.”
You whimpered pathetically at his words. You felt your walls constrict around nothing and no doubt Jungkook saw the way your pussy clenched.
He certainly did—which is what prompted him to lick a bold stripe up your slit and then bury his face between your thighs.
“Fuck! Kook!” You cried out, eyes squeezing tightly shut the second his tongue made contact with your clitoris. “Oh g-god…”
He moaned unashamedly, creating delicious vibrations against your cunt that had your head reeling. The contrast between his hot tongue and the cool metal of his piercing was driving you fucking crazy. Your breathing was already becoming staggered and it’d only been a couple of minutes.
“Wanna drown in this sweet little cunt,” Jungkook growled, eyebrows knitted together and lapping away at your juices insatiably, “so fucking wet for me.”
He ate you out with vigor, as if you were the last delicious meal he was ever going to consume. His tongue was everywhere—dragging along your slit, over your folds, dipping into your hole—and his lips suckled on your sensitive nub like it was candy. You opened your eyes to glance down at him and almost creamed at the sight. He looked utterly sinful between your legs, slurping your juices lewdly with his hair matted to his forehead.
You were one lucky bitch at that moment.
“Kook,” you keened, your voice resembling that of a sob as your fingers dove into his onyx curls, “feels s-so good. Please don’t stop.” You were practically slurring now, totally succumbing to the pleasure.
“Not gonna stop,” he promised, swirling his tongue around your clitoris and grinning triumphantly when your thighs clamped around his ears, “not ‘til you come for me. Want you to come on my tongue, baby girl.”
And with that he gently grazed his teeth against your bud, sending your body into a frenzy.
“Ungh! M’gonna—” a shrill shriek erupted from your mouth, your orgasm crashing over like a gigantic wave. You sobbed out a string of curse words and his name, your chest heaving up and down rapidly while your legs trembled.
Jungkook enthusiastically helped you ride out your high, with smooth strokes of his tongue. Once your thighs loosened around his shoulders, he lifted his head and made direct eye contact with you. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how fucked out you were. Clearly you needed that stress relief.
“How do you feel baby?”
“Tubular.” You giggled tiredly, running your fingers through his hair and pushing the loose strands up off his forehead, “you’re like, crazy good at that.”
He grinned, “that’s cause you have a crazy good pussy.”
You rolled your eyes, giving his shoulder a playful thwack before pushing yourself up onto the bed. You unzipped your velour jacket and shrugged it off, revealing your bare breasts to your (fake) boyfriend.
Jungkook didn’t look stunned or gobsmacked by your chest, instead he looked to be in awe. He gazed at your naked body as if you were the most exquisite thing on planet earth and it was truly the most remarkable feeling.
“So beautiful,” he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before reaching up and shrugging off his white t-shirt. He tossed it on the floor alongside your clothes and hastily unzipped his jeans.
While he clambered to get the denim off his body, you took the time to appreciate his naked torso. You’ve seen Jungkook without a shirt on multitudinous times over the years. The platonic line of friendship hadn’t stopped him from walking around half naked as you grew up together, so you weren’t taken aback by his taut muscles and toned abdominals.
You still salivated though. How could you not? He slipped out of his boxer briefs once his jeans were a part of the pile, causing his hardened erection to slap against his stomach.
Goddamn. Jungkook was so fucking hot. A real life Adonis. And here he was, gloriously naked and wanting to fuck you.
“I want you to ride me,” Jungkook confessed, shifting himself on your twin bed and then lying back against your flannelette sheets.
You nervously chewed on your bottom lip. Being on top wasn’t something you were used to. You’d had sex a couple of times in your adult life and every time was either missionary or doggy style. The men you’d fucked preferred those positions because they were the ones on top. So Jungkook’s admission had you a little anxious but mostly excited.
“Don’t overthink it Tiny,” his voice brought you out of your own thoughts, “just really wanna see you bounce on my cock.” He eagerly reached for you and situated your body in his lap, his leaking erection standing to attention.
You knew your cheeks were burning but you couldn’t help it, this moment was just so intimate. Not only that, you absolutely loved the way Jungkook manhandled you. It sent pleasurable shivers down your spine knowing that he could pick you up and move you around with ease.
“You look like an angel right now,” he smiled lopsidedly, cupping your breasts with his large hands and gently teasing your pert nipples.
Releasing a soft sigh, you relished in the stimulation and gently rocked your hips over his achingly hard cock. “Mm…”
“Oh fuck,” Jungkook moaned, eyes fluttering shut as you continued to slowly drag your sopping wet pussy lips over his throbbing dick, “that shit feels fucking amazing. God, I wanna feel you so bad.”
Breathing heavily, you grasped his cock and positioned it at your entrance. He was pulsating in your hand and it made you wonder just how good that would feel inside of you.
So with that in mind, you slowly sank down onto his cock. You whimpered at the intrusion, squeezing your eyes shut as his girth stretched you wide open.
“Holy shit baby,” Jungkook hissed out, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, “you feel better than I ever imagined. So tight and warm—ngh!—fuck.”
“So b-big!” You whined at his filthy words, planting your hands on his pectorals to keep yourself upright as you adjusted to his size. Your tight walls gripped his massive dick like a vice, leaving the both of you breathless and insatiable.
Once your pussy had relaxed around him, you felt your pelvis graze his own. You couldn’t believe he’d bottomed out; you were amazed that he even managed to fit inside of you.
Jungkook continued to play around with your tits as you started rocking your hips back and forth, spurring on whiny moans from the both of you.
“That’s it,” he grunted, pinching your nipples and kneading the soft flesh as you bounced on his cock, “good girl. Just like that.”
The praise encouraged you to keep your rhythm, even with your thighs beginning to burn. You wanted to please him. You wanted to keep inciting those husky moans to fall from his pierced lips.
When you lifted your hips up and slammed them back down again, Jungkook choked out a groan. His eyes rolled back into his head and his hands dropped from your chest, now grasping at your waist in order to help you ride him so you wouldn’t collapse.
You sobbed his name, your head falling forward as you felt that familiar sensation beginning to form in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook always managed to bring you to the brink of a climax faster than anyone else could. You were certain that he was going to ruin you.
“I know baby,” he husked, lifting his hips upwards to hit that sweet spot inside of you, “I feel it too. Fuck… you’re so warm. Gonna pump this little pussy full of my cum.”
“Please J-Jungkook.”
“You want that? Wanna be leaking with my cum for the rest of the night, hm?” He grunted, his voice gruff as he sloppily met your slow, tired bounces.
You nodded pathetically. You wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full of him.
Jungkook released a guttural groan, “such a dirty girl for me. I love it.”
I love you! You wanted to say, but you decided to keep that to yourself.
Your thighs started to shake once again as your second orgasm of the night approached, with Jungkook’s stomach tensing up as well. He was close. It was easy to tell given the way his dick was twitching inside of you.
“Come with me baby,” he begged shamelessly, lifting his head up and seeking out your lips.
You whimpered into your kiss, which was a messy clash of teeth and tongues as you desperately chased each other’s high. Not even a minute later, you were climaxing. You wailed out his name amidst a string of curse words and Jungkook exploded right after, spurting his cum deep inside of you as he groaned your name slowly.
With a few lazy rocks of your hips, you rode out yours and Jungkook’s intense orgasms. Your breathing was completely erratic, chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath.
Jungkook panted heavily, his eyes half-lidded as he peered up at you with a lazy grin.
Regular sex wasn’t supposed to feel like that. You knew it, he knew it—but neither of you touched on it. You wanted to bask in the moment a little while longer before facing reality.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Jungkook admitted after a few minutes of comfortable silence, gently aiding you off his softening cock and hissing at the loss of contact.
You hissed too, but only because you felt his release beginning to seep down your thighs.
Jungkook grinned triumphantly. He looked pretty fucking chuffed with himself. “Score! That’s so fucking hot,” he said, inspecting the inside of your thighs, “but let’s get you cleaned up so we can cuddle and watch the new Friends ep.”
“Wow, truly a man after my own heart.” You wished that were reality though. Too bad this was all for nothing.
“No duh! Hasn’t anybody told you I’m pure class baby?”
An hour and forty five minutes later, you were curled up in Jungkook’s warm embrace, squished together on your tiny sofa with a beige fluffy blanket propped up over your bodies.
After your unbelievable round of sex, the two of you showered together for forty minutes, dried off and then watched the new episode of Friends on your shitty analogue television.
You couldn’t believe Ross was actually dating Elizabeth, his student! That would be like you hooking up with one of your professors—so totally whack!
“Ross is one gnarly dude,” Jungkook said with his words all muffled, having stuffed his face full of Oreos that he had borrowed (correction: stole) from your cupboard, “can he finish his midlife crisis and get back with Rachel? She’s such a babe.”
“Watch the writers drag it out for another couple of seasons.” You teased, nudging his side and taking an Oreo from the packaging and plopping it into your mouth. “Oh by the way, I was meaning to ask you earlier: how was your meeting with Coach?”
Jungkook swallowed harshly and shrugged nonchalantly, “it was aight.”
“Taehyung made it seem like it was a big deal when I called earlier. What did you talk about?”
He released a heavy sigh, running his tatted up hand through his curls, “he told me that fixing my rep worked. Four different scouts are coming to our last game and wanna sign me.”
Your jaw dropped in shock at first before shrieking in delight. “Oh my god, Kook! That’s amazing! Holy shit, congrats!” You hugged him tightly, wrapping your tiny arms around his body.
He immediately hugged you back, holding you close and burying his nose into the crook of your neck, murmuring a barely-there thank you.
That’s when it hit you like a freight train. The realization dawned on you then—he was thanking you for your active participation in the scheme that improved his reputation. You had successfully helped him fix his issue and now he was getting exactly what he wanted.
You felt sick to your stomach. “So… I guess that means we don’t need to keep this up anymore, right?”
Jungkook’s face fell, “what?”
“This—us. Your reputation is pristine now. We don’t need to keep pretending.” The words left a bitter taste on your tongue. You were trying your hardest not to burst into tears. You couldn’t—not when you had agreed to this since the start.
“I guess not.”
Putting on a brave face, you forced a smile, “I’m really happy for you, Kook. You got everything you wanted.”
He murmured something under his breath. You could’ve sworn it sounded like “did I though?” but that could just be your imagination.
“What was that?”
Jungkook cleared his throat and looked down at his hands, “nothing. Thanks, uh, for being happy for me.”
“Of course, what are friends for?”
Awkward silence fell over the two of you after you said that godforsaken word.
You tried to keep your composure. You wouldn’t cry until later tonight when you were alone in bed. You refused to burst into tears in front of him, especially when he hadn’t done anything wrong. You have gotten yourself into this mess. Now it was time to face the consequences of your own careless actions.
Jungkook moved the blanket off his legs and shifted off the sofa. “I should head out—Tae’s probably wondering why I’m not home yet.”
That was a lame excuse if you’ve ever heard one. He wanted to leave because he didn’t need to keep up the pretense anymore, you were sure of it.
“Okay.” You whispered, hiking the blanket up to your chin and pretending to watch whatever commercial was playing on the television.
“Will I see you at the library next week?”
You gave him a weak nod, unable to say no to him. You could never say fucking no to him and that’s why you were hurting like hell right now. “Sure.”
Jungkook smiled awkwardly and walked towards the front door, “cool beans,” he said flatly, reaching for the door handle. You tried not to crumble in that moment, as he really couldn’t leave fast enough. He made it painstakingly obvious too.
“Goodnight Tiny.”
“Goodnight Kook.”
The second the door closed behind him, you buried your face into the blanket (that unfortunately smelled like his cologne) and broke down into body-wracking sobs.
You made it. You’d finally pulled through; having successfully graduated with high honors.
Class of 2000.
“Now I know I said it earlier, but your speech was just fantastic, sweetheart,” your father assured you gently, giving your shoulders a squeeze, “I’m so proud of you.”
Your eyes become glassy with unshed tears. “Thanks Dad.”
Although far from perfect, your previously severed relationship with your father had slowly begun amendments since Christmastime. He was becoming more involved in your life by being active via email and corresponding with you twice a week. He even took the liberty of calling you a few times. Sure, the conversations were short and awkward, but you could tell that he was making an effort and that’s the kind of thing you had been dreaming about for years.
You sincerely hoped that things would continue to get better between the two of you, and that you’d feel more comfortable going home for the holiday season each year.
“I’m going to miss you when you’re in Boston.” He smiled, referring to your upcoming move to Massachusetts next month—having accepted a spectacular paid internship at a reputable, highly regarded clinic.
You were shocked that they’d even offered you the position, given the fact you were contacted days before graduation. But the hiring manager happily informed you on the call that it was your stellar grades and glowing letters of recommendation that really sold them on your application.
You said yes in a heartbeat and the rest was history.
Goodbye Providence; hello Boston.
“I’ll miss you too Dad,” you said with a warm smile, “but I’ll visit all the time, I promise.”
“I know you will sweet—wow is that the time? I need a coffee.” Your dad rambled, glancing down at his watch-less wrist and scurrying off to god knows where.
You furrowed your eyebrows at his odd behavior. You were about to go follow after him and find out what the hell was going on, when you felt a hand gently brush yours.
Gasping at the electrifying touch, you turned around and then bit down on your bottom lip at the sight of your childhood friend. God, he’s a sight for sore eyes.
“Congratulations Miss Valedictorian.” Jungkook smiled kindly, gesturing to the medal that rested proudly on your chest.
You flushed crimson. “Thank you,” you said in a soft voice, tugging at the lapels of your robe, “congratulations on your NHL contract. I know it’s been your dream since forever to play for the Toronto Maple Leafs.”
“Thank you.” He blushed this time, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.
You both stood there awkwardly; not knowing what to say to one another.
From the night he left your dorm onwards, things hadn’t been the same. You barely spoke after that. You stopped going to his games and Jungkook stopped meeting you at the library. Something shifted and it wasn’t a positive thing. It had been weeks since you indulged in a proper conversation and that was unheard of for your friendship.
You wished things could go back to the way they used to be, before you got caught up in all the fake relationship bullshit. But you also knew the friendship could never go back to being platonic, because you were madly in love with him and you couldn’t be his friend. You couldn’t hurt yourself like that.
“I fucked up that night,” he confessed, taking a hesitant step towards you, “I wasn’t one hundred percent honest. I should’ve told you that I didn’t get everything I wanted because what I wanted was you.”
Your jaw dropped. “What?”
Jungkook bit back a smile, trying not to laugh at your adorable reaction, “I wanted you. For real. It stopped being fake for me the second you wore my jersey to that game.”
You stood in utter silence; completely at loss for words.
Was this really happening? Was the man you were so unbelievably in love with confessing that he liked you more than a friend? And that he also started developing feelings the same time you did?
“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I just needed to tell you that I fucked up and I’m sorry and that I’m fucking crazy in love with y—ow!”
You’d pinched his nipple. For old time’s sake.
He pouted and rubbed at his pectoral. “What the fuck, Tiny?”
You smiled brightly, “I’m in love with you too, doofus.”
The weight that had been lifted off your shoulders was truly astounding. You felt so much lighter, freer—happier now that your feelings were out in the open. In that very moment, you felt like you were standing on top of the world and that nothing was going to bring you down.
It was extraordinarily beautiful.
Jungkook’s entire face broke out into that signature bunny-esque smile of his, that you absolutely adored, with his nose scrunched up and eyes shining with elation. He didn’t hesitate for a second to reach out for you, pulling your body flush against his own and rubbing his nose over yours lovingly.
“You love me,” he whispered giddily, “you fucking love me.”
You giggled, pecking his lips to further elucidate his point, “I love you so much, Kook.”
Cupping each side of your face with his large hands, Jungkook’s doe brown eyes were full of nothing but pure, unadulterated adoration as he looked at you, “Y/N… you’re the first person I spent the two thousands with and I mean it when I say you’re the only one I want for the next thousand years.”
The sincerity behind his words had your heart jackhammering in your chest. Your eyes immediately welled with tears once again, but this time a lone tear escaped and slid down your cheek. “That was so fucking cute, what the hell.” You blubbered as Jungkook quickly swept away the tears and smiled cutely.
“What do you mean? I’m always cute.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. Some things truly never change, “step off, butt munch.”
“Eat my ass later tonight baby,” Jungkook grinned cheekily, “right now I really wanna kiss my girl.”
THIS WAS SIOSO CUTE AHH the 90s slang and the whole vibe of this fic was so fun to read and really transported me into this world!! i absolutely adored how you wrote these two and i fell in love with them the same way jk fell in love with y/n when she wore i=his damn jersey to his game 😭 this was seriously so cute and i died at his confession! thank you so much for writing lovely <3
summary: you’ve got everything you need right now, amazing boyfriend, amazing job, amazing friends, but when you receive life changing news you’re not sure how to bring it up to your boyfriend. your indecisiveness and failure to be open with him puts a huge toll on your relationship and he just wants to know that if he continues to love and walk the same path as you, you’ll do the same and ditto.
➢ established relationship [angst] boyf! jk x girlfriend!y/n [she/her. female anatomy]
➢ 12.9k words
warnings: teaser. soft boyfriend jk but relationship issues. smut. angst. fluff. separation anxiety. bath sèx. unprotected. oral (f and m). rough but sensual sèx. doggy. reverse côwgirl. y/n has trouble making decisions. heavy makeout. jk is literally perfect idk. not a break up story but they do take a break. dog parents. happy ending. [not a pregnancy fic] [haply ending]
song inspo: wasted affairs — minds eye , ditto — newjeans , still with you — jungkook , another (demo) one #2 — mac demarco
*interact to boost story if you like it!!! greatly appreciated <3*
It started on campus, exactly a year and ten months since the two of you started dating. You didn’t even talk that first day past a quick apology for bumping into each other before carrying on with your lives. A couple days later you found him on a dating app, he was attractive but that’s not why you swiped right on him. If anything you thought he was out of your league, the only reason you swiped right was to see if he had done the same. Imagine your surprise when you matched instantly and later on that night he sends you some cheesy joke that probably worked on all the girls he sent it to. You remember being thoroughly unimpressed and you told him so too.
He was just supposed to be one of those guys you talk to while you’re bored and then ghost when they try to meet up. It just didn’t go as planned when you saw him on campus a couple days later and he didn’t shy away from approaching you, practically following you to the bus stop and everything.
You don’t know how it happened but somewhere between going out for drinks on your first date to sharing the same laundry hamper, you realized you really love this kid. You were practically inseparable after that first date and although you haven’t been dating long, you hate being apart. It’s not even a crazy obsessive, ignore everyone else sort of way—it’s more that you just genuinely enjoy each other's company all the time. You don’t even have to talk or look at each other, just knowing you’re there is what makes a difference.
Now this doesn’t mean you haven’t gone without seeing others since you started dating. You did live separately at first and after graduating, Jungkook did a two month apprenticeship back in Busan so you couldn’t be together then either. Yes, he was coming down practically every weekend and calling or texting you throughout the day, even delivering food to your place from an entirely different city, but you had still been apart. It just feels better to be together entirely, y’know?
“What?” Jungkook asked with a little smile as he watched you squirm. You sat on the kitchen counter with a bowl of cereal that matched his. You were in a loose top and his boxers, your hair was pinned back but still messy. Your breath was still nasty from sleep and you had mismatched socks on, yet this is his favorite side to see of you. The chance to see each other in such a way felt oddly domestic. It didn’t feel like you were just his college sweetheart—it felt like you were his lifelong partner. Now you’re looking at him with this smile on your face as he stuffs his face with Lucky Charms and he just has to know what’s up.
“Nothing,” you said as you dug around in your bowl, “I was just wondering what we’re doing today.”
“Whatever you want,” Jungkook said as he placed his bowl in the sink waiting to see if you were done too and when you passed him your bowl he began washing them, “But we agreed to go to Joon’s place later for grilling.”
“Let’s do something you want to do till then, last weekend was my turn,” you told them as you hopped off the counter. You could see the corners of his lips turn upward in a side smirk making your eyes narrow. He looked over at you.
“I mean… if you really want to do what I want, I don’t think we’ll be leaving home at all,” he said with a wink that made you roll your eyes.
“Last night wasn’t enough? I’m sore,” you said as you picked up the mail from the tray and began to sort it, looking for coupons or something. He watched you separate it into a pile for him and then a pile for you.
“Never enough, I’ve got the stamina of a rabbit,” Jungkook said, lifting an arm to flex his bicep. You laughed lightly, “How manly.”
“Okay, okay, we need to get groceries today, I’m out of my protein,” Jungkook said more seriously, “We could probably get lunch, take Bam on a walk, it’s super nice out today.”
“Then Joon’s tonight?” You asked for confirmation and he nodded. When he finished washing he came over to where you were. His hands found your waist and immediately pulled you into his front. You whine when you hit his hard chest but your arms make their way around his neck anyway. He smiled down at you, “I love you.”
“Ditto,” You smiled leaning forward to kiss him but he tilted his head back, “Come on baby, I wanna hear you say it. I know you love me too.”
“Jungkook…” you said, still smiling. You felt this gross kind of love for the guy. You know the kind where you’re looking at them doing the most basic thing ever yet in your mind it’s like, ‘damn, I really love them’, then you cringe because why would you be so vulnerable to even think that? Yeah, that kind of love, it’s still hard to say it sometimes.
“I love you too,” you told him almost shyly and then he began to squeeze you in his embrace. You groaned at the tightness until his lips were on yours. It was short and sweet, just a quick moment of affection before you were pulling back. He released a light chuckle, “Your breath stinks.”
You scoffed, “You think yours smells any better?”
“I do actually,” he smirked as he let you pull away from his hold, “It smells like your pus—“
“Go shower!” You said making him laugh as he went to do that and left you alone in the kitchen. Normally you would join him but you had other things to worry about at the moment and you didn’t need Jungkook around for it.
You went into the living room, opened your laptop and checked your emails. You went to school for journalism and you’ve spent over a year interning at a well known editorial company. They specialized in digital news but they had a few actual magazines out, it was a global company and Jungkook had been so excited when you got the internship. He went as far as throwing a little party for you with all your friends.
Today is the day you’ll get an email telling you if you landed one of the open positions in the company, there were too many interns and too few openings so you’ve been stressing about it lately. You’ve yet to tell Jungkook but only because you’ll feel like you’re letting him down if you don’t get it. Your heart was beating out of your chest when you clicked on the right email thread and read it to yourself.
Jungkook was very confused in the beginning. One would say he was a player all throughout high school and the start of college. His longest relationship before you was a mere six months and he wasn’t mature during it. When you came along he thought that maybe it would just be a little fling before the two of you moved on, but the more he talked to you the more he realized neither one of you was going anywhere. Now, he understands that you haven’t even been together for two years but he can easily say that you’re the one, you just get him.
Sure, you argue here and there but you don’t hurt each other. Your communication is amazing, like that of a married couple that has been together for over a decade, and there’s just no stress with you. He knows what to do when you’re upset or how to make your eggs in the morning. You know when he’s running low on multivitamins and you make the calls for Bam’s vet appointments. Sometimes Jungkook even thinks Bam likes his mom, aka you, more than his dad. That’s that Jungkook has had him longer than he’s been dating you. Overall, you just fit into his life like the missing puzzle piece that completed him.
“Come on Bam, we gotta go inside,” you said later on in the day. You and Jungkook just came back from taking him on a walk at Han River and he was way too energized. You were already running a little late and you still had to feed him. Jungkook brought him over easily and the three of you went up like the little family you are. Jungkook watched you lovingly as you filled Bam’s dog bowl and got him water before washing your hands.
“Ready?” Jungkook asked you as he stood at the door with the keys. You nodded, looking around to double check everything was right before the two of you left for the evening.
Everyone was at Namjoon’s place before you two and his backyard smelt like grilled meat and a bonfire. Lawn chairs were spread throughout and there were two coolers of beer. You grabbed one for you and Jungkook and he pulled you onto his lap in one of the chairs.
“No, listen, I’m right,” Taehyung said as he talked with his hands. You looked over at the girl to your right, “What’s he going on about?”
“Oh you missed it, him and Hobi have spent about ten minutes arguing over which soda is better,” Yuna said with a little laugh looking just as amused as you, “So far Hoseok’s winning with a fair argument for Sprite.”
“Mountain Dew is better,” Jungkook cut in with a mischievous grin as the other two turned to glare at him and point their anger in his direction. You tried to smile as you leaned back into his chest. His hands were around your waist resting on your thighs, pressing his chin against your shoulder.
Yuna was Hoseok’s girlfriend and the closest friend you had out of everyone. You met her after she started dating him but you quickly befriended each other through mutual interests. Aside from Jungkook, she probably knew you better than any of the others—even your own personal friends. You’re not sure if you were being obvious about it or if Yuna had been wondering this all along but she knew some sort of news came.
“Come with me to the kitchen,” Yuna said as she stood up, “I brought dessert but I need help carrying it out.”
Without question you nodded and Jungkook released you from his hold so he could have a better debate over fizzy drinks with the others. The two of you headed inside Namjoon’s house and once you were alone in the kitchen, the questions began.
“So?”
“So?” You asked as you looked around for this dessert. Yuna crossed her arms over her chest, “Have you heard from the job?”
“Oh um,” you cleared your throat feeling a lump form as you looked back to see if Jungkook was still where you left him. He was sitting in the chair with a huge smile on his face as he tipped back his beer for another drink. “I got the job.”
Yuna gasped loudly as she grinned, excited now, “That’s great! Oh my god I’m so happy for you, what did Jungkook say? Are you guys doing anything to celebrate?” Her smile dropped, “Why don’t you look happy about it?”
You didn’t say anything, feeling your eyes begin to water and you had to step further into the kitchen so the others wouldn’t see you. Yuna followed you watching as you nearly broke down crying. She panicked, letting go of her drink to get close to you, “What’s wrong? You got the job… that’s great. It’s what you’ve wanted for a long time now an—“
“It’s abroad,” you finally said, “Like thousands of miles away and it’s not short term, it’s forever. The pay is great and I would get a high position but… but…”
“Have you told Jungkook? I’m sure you’ll work it out, I swear the guy would follow you to the end of the world if you asked him to,” Yuna tried lightening the mood, “Didn’t he write that cheesy song about walking the same path as you? He’ll be happy to go with you.”
“I can’t ask him to,” you admitted as you tried wiping away the tears, “He’s already put the down payment for the studio, all his clientele is here. His friends are here, his family is here. I can’t ask him to pack it all up and go with me. We’re not married, we’ve only been together for a little over a year. It would be selfish of me.”
Yuna looked at you with sincere sympathy, “So what are you going to do? Are you taking the job? It’s what you’ve wanted…”
“I know,” you sniffled as tears kept falling, “But I don’t know.”
“Aish! I heard you! Paper plates and napkins, I’m going!”
Jungkook’s voice was heard clear as day and just so happy as he closed the sliding glass door behind him. He was tasked with the job of bringing out silverware since you were inside and he was asking for you. They all told him to come in and find you, and bring back plates for them while he was at it. That’s why he came in with a huge smile on his face, “Babe?”
Yuna’s bewildered eyes matched yours and you turned to face the sink acting like you were busy as you forced yourself to stop being so emotional. Jungkook’s feet dragged on the floor as he came over spotting Yuna first. When his eyes landed on you he felt his heart leap, “There you are—“
He stopped himself when you refused to look back at him. It’s like he could sense that something wasn’t right. He shifted his gaze to Yuna, “What’s wrong?”
“Oh um,” Yuna looked at you and you couldn’t let her say anything, so you turned around facing him with your reddened eyes and puffy nose. Instantly Jungkook came to you, cupping your face softly, “Hey, hey, what happened?”
You tried to smile, “Nothin—“ “Don’t tell me it’s nothing, what’s wrong?” His voice was a soft whisper, immediately going into protective boyfriend mode, “Do you want to go home because we can leave right now.”
“I’m fine, I swear, I’m just… stressed,” you told him and it was obvious he didn’t fully believe it but he didn’t want to push it either.
“Jungkook! The plates!”
“Get your own damn plates! I’m busy!” He shouted back almost aggressively and Yuna took that as her cue to leave you two alone—even though you wished she didn’t.
“I’ll take them the plates,” Yuna said, using it as an excuse to leave and Jungkook didn’t even look in her direction as she left. His focus was solely on his girlfriend and why you looked so sad right now.
“Baby, talk to me,” he had a sad pout on his face, “Please? You were fine in the morning and I don’t know, yeah a little quiet around lunch but then we took Bam out and you were happy, so what happened?
“Did Yuna tell you something?” His jaw was clenched. He knew Yuna would never say anything to upset you but his protective side was coming out and all he knows is that you’re crying and Yuna was the only one with you. You shook your head, “No, no, I’m just stressed you know, um, about work.”
His brows furrowed like he didn’t fully believe you before trying to relax his expression, “Work? Is it because of the opening? I know you’ll get it, there’s nothing to worry about. You work your ass off and they’d be stupid not to give it to you, so please don’t cry—you’ll make me cry. You wanna see me cry?”
You laughed with a small sniffle, “It’s okay, I was just worked up but I’m fine now, let’s go back out.”
“You sure?” He asked wiping away the last year from your eye with the pad of his thumb, “We could go home, watch a movie. Oh, we can try on those new face masks, Bam loves them too—wanna know why? Because his mommy makes sure it’s on right and he gets his nails painted in the process. You’ve made him high maintenance, y’know?”
He’s trying to brighten your mood and it was working because you were laughing.
♱
It was a quiet night yet he couldn’t fall asleep. The room was dark and the air was on, his girlfriend slept peacefully next to him and yet he couldn’t go back to sleep. He slept for about two hours before he woke up. He’s just had a lot on his mind these last couple of days and he just can’t seem to figure out what is happening. He stared up in thought feeling his arm grow numb from having it under you.
Unable to clear his head, he made the decision to move his arm out from under you so he could stand up. As quiet as he could, he left the bedroom and went straight to the kitchen pouring himself a glass of water.
You seemed different these last couple days. From the moment he picks you up from work to the moment the two of you go to bed. It's not that you seemed ill or anything but you did seem stressed about something and no matter what he does to make you feel better it’s not working. He knows it’s probably about work but he had absolutely no doubt that you’ll get the job so he doesn’t want you stressing over it.
He wishes you would just talk to him. He doesn't need you to rely on him because he knows you wouldn't, but he'd like for you to realize he's here for you. If it was about work he hopes it all gets settled soon. If it was about him he's not sure what he'd do.
In reality, there's absolutely no reason for you to be upset with him. The two of you have a healthy relationship and it's no question that you deeply care for each other. He loved you so much, and you love him just as much so why can't you just confide in him?
"Jungkook?"
Oh. He was still in the dark kitchen grasping his half empty glass. He looked to the bedroom where you must've noticed he was missing. Shaking his previous thoughts away he finished up his water letting his glass sit on the counter. With a stretch of his arms toward the ceiling and a small yawn he was walking back to the room. He could barely make out your figure but he could see the way you were turned to face the door.
He quietly climbed back into bed feeling you shift a little as you mumbled, "Where'd you go?"
"To get water, come here, let's go back to sleep," he whispered back to you as he tucked himself in next to you. He went to pull you into his arms but you turned the other way instead. He could practically feel the distance you were putting in the middle and just like that all the thoughts were racing back to him. So were you stressed because of him?
"You can't sleep?" You asked drowsily, he nodded knowing you couldn't see him before rasping out an answer, "No."
It went quiet between you two as he continued to stare at the ceiling unable to get tired. You were already half asleep but you could tell he was struggling tonight. Without much debate you turned on your other side to face him and moved closer. His eyes shifted down as you began to snuggle into him and he was quick to turn on his side too. The two of you met halfway and your limbs locked with his while he hugged you to sleep.
He looked at your closed eyes, feeling the way your breathing evened out in relaxation while in his arms. It was so late and you probably had to work early and yet here he was troubling you by being awake.
"Jungkook," you whispered, your voice a little raspy too. He looked down at you, "Hm?"
"Go to sleep," you muttered under your breath. He sighed, "I'll just go to the living room and watch some tv until I can sleep. I know you've got work early."
He didn't give you much time to process what he was saying before he was getting up and leaving. You laid in bed, eyes opening a little watching him leave. You were left alone in your shared bedroom and the guilt was just eating at you. You knew you were being distant but you just have no idea how to even bring up the news about work. You don’t know how he’ll take it, but you do know you don’t want to leave him and make him think he’s the one doing something wrong.
You were sitting up now, yanking the covers off as you padded across the hardwood floor out the door. Jungkook was laying down on the L shaped couch watching a movie on a low volume. His phone lay on his chest, an arm tucked behind his chest and the other on the remote.
He looked over to the bedroom door when he heard it open. His eyes were big and rounded, innocent looking as you shuffled over to where he was. He didn't question it when you were sitting on the edge of the couch moving to lay over him. He welcomed you with an arm around your waist as you snuggled into his chest. He reached out for the remote, lowering the volume all the way as you let your eyes shut. A small smile appeared on his face as he made himself comfortable on the couch to fall asleep.
"Y/n's just, I don't know, distant?" Jungkook huffed, he raised the dumbbell with the help of Hoseok spotting him. "I feel like something's wrong. I can't tell if it's something I did or what and it's driving me crazy."
Since this morning he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about this. What if he was the problem? Why else would you be acting like this?
He finished a set with a puff of his chest trying to catch his breath as he was standing up. Hoseok took his spot, "Did you forget a birthday? Dinner? Anniversary?"
Jungkook shook his head no as Hoseok began his set, "Are you crazy? I would never forget any of that stuff, if I did Y/n would kill me.”
"Maybe she's not even upset, maybe Y/n's just stressed or tired," Hoseok huffed, "Try and give her time to talk, you know she doesn’t keep secrets from you. Maybe she’s just trying to figure out how to bring it up so just give her space.”
"I can't," Jungkook shook his head, "If I do she’ll never open up to me, trust me. Y/n’s not the vulnerable type.”
It's true. Jungkook knew you all too well. Since the beginning he had to be the one initiating any contact. He never understood why you doubted yourself but you never made the first move, not even when Jungkook had very specifically informed you he liked you. You're always worried you'll come off too clingy and you just don't get that it's what Jungkook wants. He’s way more affectionate than you and it does not mean you’re not like that with him but he’s way more open about his feelings than you—always has been.
"Then I don’t know what to say man, Yuna is an open book, she’ll tell me anything," Hoseok stood now next to Jungkook as they both took a small break. They were practically done for the day anyway so they left to the men's locker room. Jungkook bit his lip nervously, "Has she told you anything about Y/n? They were together at Joon’s when Y/n was crying. You think you can see if she knows anything?”
“I’ll try,” Hoseok said as he reached into his locker for his gym bag, “How’s the studio looking?”
Jungkook appreciated the attempt to change the subject and went on to talk about it, “Great. All the new equipment came in and I’ve already got some clients registered for CrossFit training. Thankfully since it was an old gym I didn’t have to make much changes on it.”
“That’s great man,” Hoseok said with a warm smile, “See if Y/n can do an article about it in the magazine.”
"Nah, she’s stressed, I don’t want to give her more work especially if she had to run it by her bosses first," Jungkook tells him as he takes his helmet and tucks in his underarm. It was a nice enough day for him to ride his motorcycle today and since he isn’t picking you up from work he can ride around a bit and try to clear his mind.
"True," Hoseok told him as they exited the large gym. Jungkook walked over to his motorcycle, a slick black with polished silver detail. Harley Davidson plastered on the side. His helmet was black too, it matched the silver with a chrome reflection and it fit him perfectly. You got it for him over Christmas.
"I’ll see what she knows," Hoseok told him as he walked to his car, “Get Y/n flowers, that might cheer her up.”
Jungkook sat comfortably on his ride as he put his helmet on. He nodded, waving the man away as he turned the key for the ignition. Without wasting another minute he was walking his bike back before taking off out of the parking garage.
Once he was at his apartment he jumped in the shower, music blaring as he tried getting ready to work. It’s his last week of teaching classes at his local gym before he can put all his focus on his own business. He’s had a lot on his plate too.
Hoseok got to his place a while later, his girlfriend was already home watching tv in their living room when he came in, “Hey.”
“Hey,” she said tilting her chin up as he planted a kiss on her cheek in greeting. Her nose scrunched, “Go shower.”
“I will in a sec,” Hoseok said, checking his phone to see if Jungkook has texted him yet.
“How was the gym?” Yuna asked him, making him release a sigh.
“It was good, Jungkook was just… I don’t know, he’s worried,” Hoseok said looking over at her, “About Y/n.”
She didn’t say anything for a moment, choosing instead to stare blankly ahead at the screen. He cleared his throat, already able to tell something was going on, “You know anything? Why Y/n’s been acting differently? He said you were with her when he found her crying.”
“Babe, it’s not my place—“ “Come on, I’m not going to tell him if it’s bad, I just… is Y/n breaking up with him?” Hoseok asked, “I just want to know. You know Jungkook and Y/n are inseparable and if she dumps him I genuinely don’t know how he’ll take it.”
Yuna bit her lip nervously, “She’s not dumping him… but, um,” she knew she should tell him but he’s her boyfriend. He knows she knows what’s going on and if she doesn’t say something she’ll risk having an argument over secrets.
“You know how Y/n’s been working hard to get a permanent position in the magazine?” Yuna went on to say. Hoseok nodded as he tried to smile but he couldn’t, “She didn’t get it? I mean, it’s okay, I know it’s probably hard but it’s not something she should keep fro—“
“Y/n got the job,” Yuna said seriously watching Hobi’s face brighten before she could go on, “Just not here.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a permanent relocation with a high salary,” Yuna told him, “It’s not here and she’s got about two months to accept or reject the offer.”
“Oh,” Hoseok said. He didn’t know how to feel at the moment. Y/n was a good friend of his because of Jungkook. He was there to celebrate your internship and they all had been anticipating you getting this position. It was all the two ever talked about. On one hand he’s happy, you’ve worked hard for your job and this is something you went to school for. You deserve it.
On the other hand, he’s thinking about Jungkook. The kid has been one of his closest friends for years now. He’s seen him change through time and it was for the better when you came along. Everyone knows the relationship hasn’t been too long but, the way Hoseok sees it… Y/n is just right for him. They ground each other, they’re stable and they hold a lot of love for one and other. Jungkook quit getting wasted every night, passed out at some party never remembering where he was. He cleaned up his act when you came along and graduated with a Business degree and now he’s on his way to become an owner of his own training gym. Everyone knows you’re the one who was supporting him along the way and in Hoseok’s eyes it doesn’t matter how long two people have been together to know if they’re the one for each other.
That’s why he’s at a loss for words right now. Jungkook has asked him to see if Yuna knows what was going on and now that he knows he’s not sure what to tell his friend. It’s not like he could just say, ‘Oh yeah, the thing is, Y/n did get the job but she’ll have to relocate permanently if she accepts it but you just got your studio so that’s probably why she hasn’t said anything to you—and really no one knows what this means for you two and your relationship.’
“What do I tell him when he asks me about what you know?” Hoseok asked his girlfriend who only shrugged.
“I don’t know, just… don’t bring up Y/n’s job,” Yuna told him, “It’s better if nobody does.”
♱
That’s how the game began. Well, it wasn’t necessarily a fun game, it was more so a ‘How to keep Jungkook from knowing what was wrong until Y/n can tell him on her own?’
Hoseok had to let the others know. It wasn’t his intention to spread it around like gossip but after hearing Taehyung ask Jungkook if Y/n was still waiting to hear back about the position and making him go on a rant about how his girlfriend is too stressed to even speak to him, Hoseok had to say something to them.
Of course it made Yuna feel guilty because you trusted her to keep it between you two and she couldn’t—but you didn’t know any of this.
“Babe?” You called out to him as you got home late one evening. You looked around an empty house wondering if he was even home but his keys and shoes were at the entrance so he had to be.
“In the bathroom!” He shouted back and you left in the direction of your bedroom immediately. The door to the master was open and you went in to watch him begin to run a bath. He looked over at you, “Just got off?”
“Yeah,” you said with a small sigh as you leaned against the sink counter, “Mind if I join you?”
He smiled as he came over to where you were and placed his hands on your waist, fingers already gripping at the hem of your shirt, “Wouldn’t mind that at all.”
“Should we call Bam and make it a spa day?” Jungkook asked as he let you undress and went into the warm bubble bath. You shook your head, “He’ll make a mess.”
Jungkook didn’t argue with that as you came in after him and he immediately pulled you into his chest so your back was against him. His fingers tickled at your sides making you turn to mush in his arms till you relaxed against him. You rolled your eyes at his attack on you but you were smiling. Jungkook was happy to just get that from you. You let him pour water along your back and front before dropping some in your hair. You turned just enough to do the same to him and he let you run water through his hair. He’s not sure if you’re feeling better or not but he always enjoys time he gets to spend with you.
“So I need your help this weekend, I thought about it and I think I’m actually gonna paint the walls at the studio,” Jungkook began a casual conversation with you as you began to wash his hair with shampoo as he lathered your body in body wash. You nodded, “Okay, what color?”
“I want to do them white but with a black accent wall, probably chalk paint or something? I don’t know, then you can help me with calligraphy and it could be like my schedule wall, just an idea though,” Jungkook said, “I think I’m just getting excited.”
Your heart stopped for a short moment. You were hoping tonight would be the night you finally talk to him about work. You want to take the position but at the same time you want to turn it down. It’s such a good opportunity for you in the long run but right now you’re dating Jungkook. You don’t know how long your relationship will last since you’re still in your twenties and haven’t dated long, but he makes you want to stay. You just feel conflicted.
You tried to smile, “I like it, it’s going to look so good.”
Jungkook let the subject go as he washed your back, “I love you.”
“Ditto,” you laughed when he planted a kiss to your shoulder blade.
“I love you,” he placed a kiss on your neck, hands caressing your soapy arms.
You smiled, “I love you.” His hand traveled from your arm to your shoulder before making it to your chin and turning your head to face him. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his and he released a low hum.
The kiss deepened further as did your back against his chest. The hand Jungkook used to turn your face toward him was traveling down your neck making you wiggle a little between his legs. With that small action and the fact that the kiss turned more hungry, he was releasing a quiet growl that rumbled through his chest. Your mouths parted at the same time but neither one of you moved back before going back in for a needy tongue kiss.
Jungkook didn’t need much convincing to let his hands roam your body, first cupping your breasts. A hand of yours had made it to the back of his neck clinging to him as he kissed down your neck, sucking harshly and licking away the pain.
“Baby,” you whined softly into his ear as his middle fingers and thumbs pinched the buds of your nipples so that he could run his index finger over them. You couldn’t stay still and by the hardening length along your back you knew your movements were affecting your boyfriend. He massaged your tits in his hands, squeezing them together and pulling them apart doing it over and over again as you fell full lax against his shoulder.
“You think I can still feel your dripping pussy in the water, baby?” Jungkook asked, tracing the finger that left your nipple numb with arousal down your navel and closer to your pelvis. You nodded against him and with a knowing smirk, he let his hand feel the water further as he slipped the hand between your legs and right over your cunt.
Jungkook groaned into your mouth as he swallowed your moans in a kiss. Of course everything felt different underwater but there was no denying the sticky slick pooling between your folds. He dipped his long middle finger between the wetness, immediately eliciting a quiet whine from your pretty lips. You tightened your hold on the back of his head, fingers sinking into his hair pulling him down deeper for the kiss.
He knew everything about your body and just how to make it react, like when he let the palm of his hand roll into your clit when his finger came out before plunging it back into your entrance and releasing pressure from his palm. The only sounds that filled the room were of the splashing water and your moans while Jungkook fingered you. Your other hand clung to his forearm, thighs threatening to shut at the immense pleasure he was giving you.
“Nuh uh,” he tsked in your ear as he sped up his finger, teasing the folds with his ring finger before making room inside your cunt for two fingers that hooked forward and back, “Don’t you dare close your legs.”
“Jungkook, please,” your legs were shaking as you bucked up into his hands and pressed into his hard cock forcing moan after moan from him as well. You could feel the rumble in his chest against your back and you just wanted to melt into him.
You and Jungkook had a very active sex life and it’s clear that these last couple of weeks you’ve both grown distant through time but it feels so good right now.
He traced his finger tips down your sides trying to turn to face him better. You moved onto your knees letting Jungkook help you hook them over his lap so you could be pressed against him better. Your hand was on his firm and wet chest as you traced it toward his neck before bringing him in for a kiss. His fingers were soft down your back until need became of him. They tightened in the locks of your hair using his hand to feel along your front.
“Is this why you wanted to bathe together tonight?” He asked as he continued to press against that soft spot inside your wet cunt that made your legs shake. It wasn’t exactly what you had in mind but you couldn’t even remember what you actually wanted to say now that he was bringing you to release with only two fingers.
“Fuck,” you moaned out letting your hips rut against his cock, “Me, oh god I need to feel you baby.”
Jungkook used his free hand to grope at your breasts but it quickly slid down to your navel pushing you back and forth grinding against his hard length. He was releasing short grunts into your ear, “Up.”
Your feet pressed flatly against the floor as he slipped his fingers out of your wet pussy to guide your hips up for you. You held onto the edge of the tub to hold yourself up as Jungkook moved a hand down to his dick giving it a couple strokes as he pointed it up. He slid down just a little more for better room and just like that you were sinking down onto his hard length raw.
“Oh,” Jungkook released a low groan, “Baby.”
He licked his dry lips watching the way you took him inside. The water was still filled with water and bubbles but he was able to see enough of your cute butt. Jungkook’s abs tensed so much that it was visible and flexed which made him look even hotter than usual. He begins to raise your hips feeling the warmth your pussy brought to his stiff cock.
Jungkook began to meet your thrusts with a buck of his hips and just like that did he begin to fuck you.
He leaned forward to leave wet and sloppy kisses along the back of your shoulder blade down to the way it flared along your back, moving his hands to grip your waist harshly. Jungkook's nail dug into your soft flesh as he lifted your hips up and down on his cock, “Take me so well, baby.”
He bit into his lip, watching in awe at the way your hips gained more determined rhythm to get him off, he could see glimpses of your spine following your movements. Your hands nearly slipped off of the edge of the bed coming very close to falling face first into the water but it didn’t stop you from saying, "I'm gonna cum."
He released a short grunt as he pushed himself up so that he could stand on a leg and knee, "Grab the edge." You did as told, reaching for one side and holding onto it pressing your chest into the side of the tub and Jungkook placed a flat palm against your lower back. You’ll both be sore from being crammed in the tub but it’s not like this is the first time. He bit into his bottom lip to suppress a loud moan from slipping out as felt your familiar ring of nerves clenching around his member as it sucked him into your folds. He wasn't going to last much longer either so he’s gotten rougher.
He was pounding into you from behind so good that he needed to drop his weight on your. His wet body pressed against you, cold water droplets falling onto your back making you twitch in surprise.
His hand snuck under your stomach to hold you close as you felt his face press into your back as he moaned, “Fuck, baby, so fucking good.
“You make me feel so good,” he repeated, “Cum, fuck, please cum baby, I—I—ngh.”
He made his body flex from how hard he was tensing up to keep himself from spilling inside of you as you came around his cock.
“Jungkook, baby,” you whined, body trembling as Jungkook kept you pressed against him as you rode your high.
When you came down you began to shiver. The water was cold and so were you, plus you were ultra sensitive so it was unbearable. Jungkook could feel the way you trembled and he was trying to keep himself warm, at least his cock warm, but he began to pull out. He rather get you two dressed and not freezing before he finishes himself off.
He could ignore his hard on even as it twitched against his navel as he stood making sure to pull him with you. You slipped on your thin bathrobe letting him do the same and with a chaste kiss on the lips he walked with you out to your bedroom.
“Jungkook,” you called out to him just as he tried leaving to his closet. He turned to you waiting patiently for you to say something but you just walked toward him in your little robe that hid absolutely nothing from his lustful gaze.
You stood so close to him now and before he could what was up your hand was pulling at the tie around his waist. He let you open his robe exposing the hard cock that had just fucked you to orgasm. He didn’t even bother looking down at it, keeping his eyes on you as you have him a couple experimental strokes, his mouth drawn open in a silent, desperate moan that had him panting.
“Don’t you want me to make you cum?" You asked as you kissed down his chest toward his dick. Jungkook looked blissed out with his eyes rolled up, lips parted and his entire face just looking relaxed, “Fuck, yes baby, make me cum, fuck, I need it.”
You bring your face closer to his tip, licking it teasingly, tasting the bead of precum on your tongue. In one swift movement, you flatten your tongue on the underside of his cock, a teasing longs swipe from his balls to his tip. You stopped at the head letting spit pool in your mouth and onto his cock keeping your eyes on his as he watched you swallow more of his length into your mouth.
Jungkook gripped the corner of your vanity table for support as you sucked his stiff cock to your heart’s content. You held the base of his cock with one hand, bobbing your head in a quick pace since he was already so close from fucking you just moments ago. Jungkook watches the way his cock disappears into your mouth, the feeling of your mouth, your hands working other areas. He could feel the way you tried to breathe through your nose and relax your throat, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth. You took steady breaths through your nose doing your best to relax your throat and flatten your tongue. Jungkook panted lightly, feeling the throb of his cock as his tip hit the back of your throat.
You roughly swallow around him, suppressing a gag as you resume to deep throat him.
"That’s it baby," he groaned, tossing his head back in bliss. Moans were pouring out of his mouth, his groan is muffled into his hand, "Just like that."
Just like that, he released a low growl as your mouth flooded with his thick release. His mouth hung open, hips almost locking from how hard his muscles flexed. Your kisses became tender as you jerked off his wet cock, making sure he got it all out after a week or two of no sex. You placed a sweet kiss on his hip bone as it protruded before you, making him release a breath laugh at your form of comforting him.
He let his hand fall into your hair softly cupping your chin to help you up as he stared at you with loving eyes, “You’re so good to me.”
You didn’t say anything as you pressed your face into his chest for a hug so he wouldn’t see the hurt in your eyes.
If you could just get the courage to tell him.
♱
Jungkook was happy, he really was. Life was just good at the moment. His business is really starting to come together, his girlfriend is supportive, his friends are wonderful. He’s just a happy guy.
“The Prince has arrived!” Jimin shouted in his usual eccentric manner as he stormed into Taehyung’s place with a huge grin on his face. Jungkook was caught stuffing his face with ramen as the guy walked in greeting everyone.
“How was the flight?” Jungkook asked as he finished chewing and swallowed. Jimin had been gone for a couple weeks on some dance tour but he just got back yesterday. Everyone met up together today to see him. Jimin came by and did the usual male handshake, “Long, I slept like fourteen hours when I got home.”
“Grab a bowl, we’re having ramen,” Taehyung said as he plopped down on his couch, “Beer in the fridge.”
“Wow, a meal for a king,” Jimin said as he left to the kitchen.
“Didn’t he say he was a Prince?” Namjoon asked Jin who just shrugged in response.
y/n: just got home
jungkook: do you want me to pick u up? jimins here
y/n: that’s ok, I’m just gonna hang with bam
jungkook: ok :( love you
y/n: love you too <3
“So,” Jimin came back a little later and took a seat next to Jungkook, “When can I stop by the studio?”
“Give it a couple days and then you can,” Jungkook said as he set his bowl down on the coffee table, “Y/n and I just painted the walls this past weekend and it smells like paint—gives me a headache every time I go in.”
Jimin smiled, “It’s cool that you and Y/n are still going to pursue your own things.”
Both Jungkook and Jimin missed the way the others shared a similar glance. Jungkook’s brows furrowed for a second before answering, “Yeah, I mean, what else would we do? We’ve got to find a way to support each other, yknow?”
“You’re right,” Hoseok cut in quickly, “You support each other well for everything.”
Jimin was missing the cues being sent to him by the others. In his defense, he’s been gone for a while. All Jin told him was that you got that job offer but to not bring it up to Jungkook, but that was days ago! And would Jungkook be talking about his studio if he was planning on moving with you? No. So, he honestly thought the guy knew and you two were working it out.
“Yeah, I don’t think I could handle taking the news well,” Jimin went on, once again not understanding why everyone was looking at him with glares in their eyes, “I mean, if my girlfriend was thinking about moving across the world for a job, I wouldn’t take it well. I think I’d probably—“
“Y/n’s not moving,” Jungkook said with a small laugh, still missing the truth, “She hasn’t heard back about the offer yet but it’s here.”
The room fell silent.
Jungkook looked at them all, confusion crossing his features. Now he could sense it, he could sense something was going on around him and he had no idea about it. Why would Jimin assume you would need to relocate? Everyone looked at him with this sort of look in their eyes that began to make him wary. He released a small, cautious laugh, “Why would you think she’s moving?”
Jimin dropped his head realizing his mistake and now understanding why everyone was sending him those looks. Hoseok cleared his throat, “Jimin was just talking, you know how he is…”
“Yeah, yeah, I um, I don’t know why I said that, just ignore me.”
“No,” Jungkook shook his head, feeling something build up in his chest. It was a mix of concern and maybe anger? What were they talking about, “I want to know what you meant.”
He released a nervous laugh, “Y/n’s not—she hasn’t told me—she got the offer?”
“Jungkook…” Namjoon cut in, “It’s not up to us to say anyt—hey!”
Jungkook wasn’t listening anymore. He was looking for his keys so he could go home. What are they talking about?
You were in your bedroom with Bam. He was laying perfectly still on your lap as you played some movie in the background while brushing his teeth. You haven’t had dinner yet since you were waiting for Jungkook and you’re sure that even though he had ramen, he would still be hungry.
Todays the day you’ll tell him since last time ended in sex. You’ll get him nice and relaxed before bringing up the job and then you two can talk it out and see what to do. You’re still not sure if you’re taking it or not but you’re sure that after talking with Jungkook he’ll help you come to a decision that’s best for you.
“Y/n!”
A smile came to your face as Bam immediately jumped up ready to greet his owner, “Over here!” You said back as you began to move off the bed, “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Before you could get to the door it was swung open and you immediately knew something was wrong. Jungkook looked angry, there was no denying his stone cold expression. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong!?” He scoffed loudly as Bam stood at alert between you two, “Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong, Y/n. Or are you going to wait for my friends to do it for you?”
Your heart dropped. What?
Jungkook couldn’t hold it in, he hit the wall lightly, “Say something! Did you get the job?”
“I… yes,” you said quietly and he took a deep breath. He wanted to feel happy, he was happy but… were the guys right? Were you leaving? Why haven’t you told him anything?
“How long have you known?” Jungkook asked, trying to remain calm. You closed your eyes scared, “A month, I didn't tell you be—“
“A month? A fucking month, Y/n?” His breathing was becoming erratic as he tried to push that strange lump in his throat down, “Why—what—oh my god. You told everyone else but me.”
“I didn’t! I swear, I didn’t tell anyone—only Yuna—“ you said as realization hit you. What did he mean by everyone? Who told him? Who knew?
“And you couldn’t talk to your boyfriend?” Jungkook asked, “Y/n, baby, I—we’re supposed to be a team. We’re supposed to tell each other everything. We, fuck, you don’t trust me?”
“Jungkook please,” you begged as you tried to reach for him but he moved back, “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to worry you. I did get the job but I would have to relocate and I didn’t know how to tell you. I wanted to talk to you and see what we can do or what I should do and… and—“
“But you didn’t talk to me, Y/n!” Jungkook yelled, “You’re saying this but it doesn’t change the fact that you couldn’t talk to me.”
“I wanted to tell you on my own time,” you said. You couldn’t even bring it in yourself to get loud or more vocal. Jungkook scoffed, “When was that gonna be? Were you just gonna shoot me a text while you’re flying across the world?”
“That’s not fair! I haven’t even accepted it yet, I wouldn’t just leave you like that,” you told him as you tried getting close again. He couldn’t even look at you right now.
He’s so proud of you for getting the offer and he wants you to do what’s best for you. He doesn’t know if he’s temporary in your life or not but it doesn’t help that he wants to be selfish and tell you that you can’t leave him. He doesn’t want you to go but it’s not like he could control it. The guilt would eat at him if he ever tried making this choice for you.
Jungkook just doesn’t get why you couldn’t even tell him. You distanced yourself from him and this entire time he thought he was the one who might have done something to upset you.
He released a small scoff as he leaned against the wall looking defeated, he let you hug his waist but he couldn’t even look at you right now. He was in extreme duress at what this means for the two of you. He can’t just pack up his life and follow after a girl who can’t even be open with him.
“Do you love me?” He asked so suddenly that you couldn’t process it quickly enough. He mistook your moment of silence as hesitation and released a deep sigh as he tried pushing you away gently.
“Yes,” you told him honestly as you gave him space.
He laughed bitterly, “You can’t even say it.”
“Jungkook, I love you.”
“You know, I’m getting real tired of having to practically beg you to tell me you love me,” Jungkook’s voice was hoarse. He felt awful because he knows you love him but the way you close off from him and keep him in the dark makes him think it’s not reciprocated to the extent of his own feelings.
“Baby, please just sit with me and talk and we can figure this out,” you said trying to guide him toward the bed but he wouldn’t budge.
He shook his head, “I don’t want to talk it out. You couldn’t tell me when it happened Y/n, you distanced yourself from me and I genuinely thought I did something wrong. I thought that maybe I was the one who did something to upset you and I’ve been worried sick thinking that you weren’t in love with me anymore. So if you want to talk about unfair, there it is.”
“My girlfriend doesn’t want me enough to confide in me and can’t even say she loves me unless asked,” Jungkook felt his eyes begin to burn but he ignored the feeling.
“No, please, that’s not it, I just didn’t want to worry you if I didn’t even know if I was taking it or not,” you kept repeating, “I want to talk. I haven’t talked to anyone about it. I don’t know how everyone found out but please…”
“Y/n, I need space.”
You froze, “What?”
He couldn’t meet your eyes, “I just… I really love you and I’m mad you couldn’t talk to me about it but at the same time I feel like it isn’t my decision to make. I don’t want you to stay because of me, if you want to take the offer…”
He was struggling to speak as he began to walk away, “I can’t do this.”
“Jungkook I want to be with you, that’s not going to change so whether you believe it or not, you have a huge impact on my decision an—“
“Y/n, please,” Jungkook ran his hand over his face, “I want you to stay. I want you to stay so fucking bad but I also want you to do what you think is best for you. I can’t ask you to turn something down for me even if everything inside me wants to. I just… I don’t think I could go with you.”
“So I just need some time,” he said as he grabbed a duffel bag from his closet, “And I mean, let’s face it. We haven’t been together long enough for you to want to stay for me.”
“So you’re breaking up with me when I haven’t even decide—“
“No, I’m not. I would never. I’m just going to give you space,” he cut you off, “I’m going to give you time to decide what you want to do.”
“Okay but it still sounds like you’re just dumping me,” you told him as he packed a bag, “Feels like you’re giving me an ultimatum, you or the job.”
He took a deep breath, “I’m not dumping you, I just—can you just understand where I’m coming from? We’re supposed to be a team and yet sometimes I feel like it’s too much work for you to be open with me. You aren’t as vocal about our relationship and I am totally fine with that but sometimes you can’t even show me that you feel the same. You turn away from me, you lie, you can’t confide in me, and honestly if you really wanted to talk about that offer with me you would’ve done it in the beginning instead of push me away. That makes me feel like shit because I’ve been trying and trying with you and it’s like… you just don’t care.”
“I want us to work out, I really do because I love you, and I know sometimes you struggle saying it but you love me too and that’s why I just don’t get why you couldn’t just come to me first,” he kept going, “I had to hear it from everyone else and do you know how embarrassing it is that everyone’s been knowing more about my girlfriend then I have? I get that it wasn’t your intention but it’s what happened and it does make me feel shitty.”
He looked over at you and he could see the tears forming in your eyes and this time he understood why. He had finished packing his bag and went to you right away. He felt like crying too but he couldn’t tell you why. Like he said, he wants you to make the decision that’s best for you. If you want to try long distance… he’s not sure if he’ll be able to handle it but he’s willing to try for you. If you want to break up, he’ll be heartbroken but he understands the circumstances. You haven’t even been dating for a year, he can’t expect you to throw away your dream career for him even if it hurts to think about it.
He held your face in his hands, squeezing his eyes shut to fight back a couple tears and pressed a kiss to your boyfriend, “I love you.” He wasn’t expecting you to say it back, he was expecting the same old ditto.
“I love you too,” you whispered and he felt his chest practically squeeze his heart painfully. He left his lips there on your forehead, no longer giving a kiss but just basking in your presence for a little longer.
“Where are you gonna go?” You asked as he finally pulled away. He shrugged, “I’ll stay with one of the guys for a while, I’ll be back, I promise.”
You watched him rally up Bam and even though you didn’t want either to go you understood. If you could’ve just talked to your very understanding boyfriend about this then you could’ve saved both of you from this weird feeling. This is what he was talking about though, you’re not breaking up and yet thinking of him not waking up beside you hurts.
Bam ran over to you as Jungkook stood at the door and you leaned down to hug him too as he licked your face like he knew he wouldn’t see you for a while.
When he left it suddenly felt a lot lonelier than before and the second the door shut behind him he let himself cry. That made him feel ridiculous because this is not him breaking up with you but if you could’ve just talked to him, if you could’ve just been open with him things wouldn’t have happened this way. Some people might think he’s being dramatic but he’s changed and grown so much in the past two years and it would be a lie if he said you didn’t help him on the way, so to stop you from doing it too is like a punch in the gut.
♱
He ended up at Namjoon’s place where he’s been staying the last couple of days. He’s just the most understanding even if he doesn’t fully agree with how either of you have handled things.
“I don’t think you’re being dramatic Kook, but I can’t tell you that I fully understand everything,” Namjoon said on Jungkook’s fifth day of being there, “If Y/n takes the job offer and leaves I know you’ll be happy that she’s going after something she’s wanted for a while but also sad that she’ll be gone. Do you really think you couldn’t try long distance?”
“That’s the thing, I don’t know,” Jungkook said as he ran his hand over his face clearly stressed, “I want to try if that’s what Y/n wants but… I want to be able to see her, hold her, know that I’m going home to her and if she’s away, I can’t. I would love nothing more than to go with her but I can’t just uproot my life for someone I’m not married—even engaged to. A big move like that could damage our relationship and I just don’t want to risk it.”
“If she asked you to go, would you think about it at least?” Namjoon asked. Jungkook thought about it for a moment, “If she asked me to… and I knew she wanted me there, I would—but I know Y/n would never ask me, especially not now that I’m doing the studio.”
“So you already have it in your mind that Y/n’s leaving?” Namjoon asked. He could tell that his friend was struggling right now. He had bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, he’s not eating that well but he’s stubborn. He was upset, very, and that’s why he needed some space but at the same time he just missed you so much. It’s like he wanted to prepare himself to not be with you every day if you did decide to move. He was seeing if he could actually handle it.
“I’m just preparing myself for the worst.”
“I’m so sorry Y/n, like you have no idea how awful I feel,” Yuna said once while you three were getting coffee. You needed a couple mental days to think things through and she’s tried talking to you a few times but you just weren’t in the mood to talk. A week has passed and you finally decided to respond and go out for coffee with them.
You released a tired sigh as you leaned back on the small arm chair you sat in, “It’s whatever.”
“Y/n, this is my fault,” Hoseok said, “I just—I just wanted to make sure nobody talked about work before you could tell him yourself. I thought we were helping but obviously not so if you need to blame anyone, blame me.”
“I don’t blame you guys,” you said to them, “You’ve known Jungkook for a long time, I’m just… it was just a lot and I should’ve just told him right away.”
“I get why you didn’t though,” Yuna told you, “You didn’t want to worry him if you didn’t even know what you wanted to do.”
“But um, this is just me asking you as your friend,” Hoseok said, “Do you know yet? It’s almost been two months, don’t you have to make a decision soon?”
“Not yet,” you told him. You looked tired and mentally drained about this and that’s not what you want at all. “It’s my dream job but… it’s far and I would essentially be alone starting over so there’s just a lot to think about. And Jungkook thinks what he says shouldn’t affect my decision but it does.”
Hoseok and Yuna nodded understandingly knowing that if they were in the same situation it would also be a difficult decision to make. It was quiet between all of you as you thought about the job offer again but you finally gathered the courage to ask, “How is he?”
“Um,” Hoseok cleared his throat trying to think of a way to ask without making you too worried, “He’s, y’know, he’s just wanted time alone. He’s not mad at you, I think he just thinks you’ve made up your mind and he thinks he’ll hold you back.”
You groaned, “But he wouldn’t. He’s one of the most genuine and supportive guys I’ve ever met and it pisses me off that I just haven’t really appreciated him as much as I should have.”
“Y/n stop,” Yuna said, “He knows you love him and he knows you’ve been thinking about this a lot and that’s why he’s trying to make it easier on you even if y’know, that’s questionable.”
♱
Jungkook’s a mature guy, he swears it, everyone knows this but it’s been a long time since he last drank without knowing he was going home to you. He doesn’t know how to handle it. It’s been two weeks and he only knows about you from what Hoseok has told him—which isn’t much since he’s vowed to keep his mouth shut about what either of you say. You miss him, he misses you but he wants you to make your decision without him around. He doesn’t want to influence you on a life changing decision. He loves you too much to hold you back. He’s just also growing a little delirious now.
“This is such a fun night!” He yelled so loudly heads turned in his direction but he didn’t care. His friends tried getting him to walk straight but he’s a little too drunk for that right now. His arms were up like he just made the winning goal as he repeated himself, “I’m gonna get so fucking drunk tonight.”
He spun in a circle acting like he was on top of the world at the moment. Namjoon grabbed him by the back of his shirt, “Come on man, you’re already drunk, I think we should call it a night.”
“Let him have fun,” Jimin said laughing as Jungkook continued to walk in circles spinning himself so much that he was dizzy and with that feeling of puking. “He’s been a zombie for weeks now and this is the first time I’ve seen him relax. Let him get it out of his system.”
This was 100% Jimin’s idea and listen, he’s a good friend, he really is. He’s just the more carefree type. He feels bad for telling Jungkook but in his mind it’s not that serious and right now he’s just happy that his friend’s not passed out on Namjoon’s couch, sad.
Namjoon huffed as he tried to reel Jungkook back in, “Yeah and look how well he’s doing that.”
“I feel great, hyung! I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders! I feel like I can fly!” Jungkook said, spreading his arms out accidentally whacking some bystander.
“Hey!”
“Sorry!” Jimin said pulling Jungkook back before he started a fight with someone. He’s drunk enough to do that and he knows that Jungkook will be very willing to start a fight just so he could hit something. That’s the kind of guy he was before you and right now he’s got a lot of emotions running through him at the moment.
“I’m not!” Jungkook yelled in response to Jimin’s apology to the stranger and he watched him with a smirk. He was definitely looking for a fight right now, just like his old self would.
“Alright let’s get him home,” Namjoon said with a sigh as he attempted to help Jimin keep Jungkook walking before he really pissed someone off. Jungkook could handle his own but he’s a clumsy drunk so probably not right now.
Jungkook tried freeing himself from their grip, “No! I don’t want to go to your place. I want to go home.”
“Alright, so what are we still doing here?” Namjoon asked more annoyed now, “You’re just being stubborn at this point and if you really wanted to be with Y/n, you would be! So quit acting like this and go talk it out! You’ve been mad she won’t talk to you about things and now you’re doing the same. Look at how you’re acting. If Y/n was here she’d kill you for acting like a fool and I know you’re not actually having fun. You’re just acting like you are so that you don’t think about what’s going on and it’s not working!”
At that reminder Jungkook seemed to freeze up, as if he hadn’t been yelling at the top of his lungs about how fun the night was. Jimin looked serious now, realizing that this wasn’t all that okay, and he needed to get Jungkook back to Joon’s place to sleep it off. Namjoon was being a little cruel but it’s what Jungkook needed to hear right now and it's up to Jimin to be the sympathetic one.
Jimin pulled Jungkook into his side, “Let’s just get you back to Joon’s place and get you sober before you do an—Jungkook!”
He was nearly sprinting into a cab, swinging the door open and locking it before his friends could get to him. He told the driver an address and he was off. Don’t ask him where he was going because it was obvious. He’s going to you.
It wasn’t until he stood in front of his door that he realized his mistake.
“Aish,” he cursed himself as he stared around the concrete hall of his apartment. On one side was the cement railing facing the building courtyard and on the other was his old place. He grabbed his keys, it’s too late now, right? You’ll probably be sleeping and too tired to have this conversation again but he needed to see you. He muttered incoherently to himself as he let himself in making too much noise in his drunken haze.
Jungkook followed his usual routine. He knew exactly where to leave his keys and his shoes. He knew where to hang his coat and where the extra blankets and pillows were. He knew which remote was for what and where the outlets were.
You had been sleeping—or at least attempting to—but it was strange to sleep in an empty bed. It was a little hard to sleep when you were positive there was an intruder. You couldn’t even ask your big buff boyfriend to go check it out because he’s been gone! You should probably stay in bed and pretend you’re not home but you’re also scared to do nothing.
So you gathered all the courage you could and also your phone so you could be ready to call the police—oh and one of the dumbbells Jungkook left here before he split, just to be safe.
Now imagine if you actually used it on the intruder who was currently fussing with one of your blankets trying to get himself comfortable on the small couch. You released a sigh holding a hand to your racing heart, “Jungkook!”
He looked over at you, wide awake, “You’re awake?I—I didn’t want to wake you, I just wanted to be here when you woke up and—”
“Why are you here?” You asked as you went up to him. He resisted the urge to open his arms for you to crawl into. He was slurring on his words as he spoke to you and you can tell something was up.
“Are you drunk?” You continued to ask him questions and he was just trying not to seem that way because then you’ll ask him why he’s drunk. Jungkook was trying his best to seem comfortable. His arm was behind his head and his other hand on his chest, a leg kicked up on the couch, tangled in the blanket but it didn’t feel right. After some time he gave you a brief nod to your question and looked at you, “I want to come home.”
You turned away from him and for a second he thought you were just going to end it with him right now over the fact that he need a break.
“You’re so mean,” your voice was shaky and he sat up immediately worrying you would cry, “Y—you just left because you needed space and now you’re coming back in the middle of the night and… ugh I missed you so much.”
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook said, “I thought you made up your mind. I thought you were just trying to hold off telling me and I was scared but Y/n… I’m telling you right now that if you want to leave I’ll go with you. I’ll follow you wherever and I just needed time to realize that my home is with you no matter where we g—“
His breath was nearly knocked out of his chest as you fell into his arms. He’s never held onto anyone so tightly in his life. He held you like his life depended on it and you cling to him like a little koala sitting on his lap.
“I’m not taking it.”
He couldn’t hear you at first, he hadn’t processed it but when he did he froze, “What? Baby, I, if, what are you saying right now?”
You pulled away from his chest to look at him, sniffling a little, “I’m not taking it. I’ve been stalling making this decision because I thought I didn’t want to let anyone down but I realized it’s because I don’t want to do it. If it was here I would take it but I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to make you pack up your life and go with me. I don’t want to leave our amazing friends. I don’t want to leave everything behind and Bam wouldn’t be able to see Tannie.”
He laughed softly as he brushed your hair out of your face wiping your tears in the process, “Always thinking about Bam… but I want you to be sure about your decision honey, I want to know this is what you want because like I said, I’ll follow you wherever. I just don’t want to see you cry.”
“No, I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to be here with you and with everyone and I’m sorry I’ve made this so difficult. I just… I’m bad at making decisions and, fuck, I’m just sorry. I could find a job anywhere, I know they’ll hire me and I won’t have to leave everything behind for it.”
Jungkook felt mushy inside. Part of him still felt guilty that you were turning this down but he also knows that no matter how hard it is to decide on something, once you’ve done it, there’s no going back. Like with him, once you decide on each other that’s that. He’s not letting you and he sees that you won’t let him go either.
“And you’re positive this is what you want? You won’t regret it?
You shook your head, “I won’t,” sniffling, you added, “I love you.”
He smiled, “Ditto.”
You laughed softly as he pressed his lips against yours, “I’m so fucking in love you, Y/n and we’ve made this so much more difficult than it needed to be and I’m sorry for that.”
“Let’s just forget it,” you told him, “Let’s just go to bed and move on.”
He released a content sigh, suddenly holding you by the waist and standing with you clinging to him, “We’ll talk in the morning, just to make sure. For now I’m taking my crybaby to bed and tomorrow we’re bringing Bam home together because he missed his mommy so much.”
“Mommy?” You said even as tears filled your eyes, still being a crybaby, “I missed you both so much.”
“We missed you too.”
::.
wow okay this was a rollercoaster but like a good one idk
pairing. handyman!jungkook x reader
genre. smut
word count. 21.3k
warnings. jungkook is very charming and very sweet, oral sex, face riding, slight size kink, unprotected sex, lotsa messy kisses, multiple orgasms
summary. who would have thought booking a handyman from an app would lead to this. sure, you wish he’d mount you instead of just your television, but you could totally be friends. right?
note. this story was born from an ask game (a long time ago im so sorry) so thank you to the angel that gave me the fic title and all you cuties for helping me flesh out our handyman through asks hehe i hope you like the introduction to him™ because i’m sure there will be more of him soon hehe. also thank you to my angel bby loml @kithtaehyung for making the most beautiful banner ever ily!!<3
The sound of your power drill fills up the space of your apartment, the whirring coming to a quick stop only for the laughter of your friend to follow. There’s a brief moment where you forget she’s not in the room with you, actually watching you attempt to drill holes into your new apartment instead of in her home in a completely different state. The small ache in your chest is still felt when you remember this, not yet accustomed to being so far from home, but you push it away as you stare down at your device and see her face on the screen propped up a few inches away from you.
“I don’t think you know what you’re doing,” she laughs, and although you agree you simply wave her off with a smile.
“I hung up that tiny mirror the other day—oh, and that shelf!” You point to the side, staring at the shelf you had placed near the kitchen. Sure it was a little crooked, and you’re not exactly sure how much weight you could get away with placing on it, but it was only meant for cute decorations so really, you didn’t do a bad job.
genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au
warnings: v jelly googie 😐, brat oc & brat tamer jk !! 🫢, mirror sex, overstimulation, possessiveness, squirting, dirty talk, marking, they love bickering, cum eating, spanks, jaykay's lowkey a simp <3, taking kinda? naughty pictures 😋, choking, tummy bulging, size kink, name calling
summary: pov: your jealous fuck buddy pounds you in his jersey.
a/n: i couldn't resist 👩🏻💻 m tew obsessed w him what can i say ✋🏼
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You don’t know how exactly this situation unfurled.
It just kind of happened.
One minute you were on your way to Jungkook’s shabby dorm, padding briskly across the dim campus to fetch your journal that you accidentally misplaced in his apartment – and the next, Jungkook is fucking you in front of his mirror while you are clad in nothing but his jersey.
The correlation between your initial ambition and your current circumstance is a tiny mix of fragmented thoughts in your mind as Jungkook unceasingly thrusts into you.
You just wanted your journal back.
But Jungkook gave you his dick instead.
His oversized jersey swallows your body. He has the soft material tightly bundled in his hand at your lower back.
“God, Jungkook.”
His cock stretches your cunt deliciously, rutting into you with full force.
Your palms are placed on Jungkook’s fully-body mirror, and you feel partly guilty for dirtying it with your fingerprints. But it’s not like either of you genuinely care about producing a mess the way Jungkook fiercely pounds into you from behind. You both are destined to create a mess when you’re together.
Your eyes meet in the mirror.
“Look at yourself,” Jungkook rasps. His palm smooths over your clothed back, pulling your hair to the side to get a clearer view of the imprint.
Jeon Jungkook. 7.
Seeing you in in his jersey sprouted carnal desire in Jungkook, something plainly self-indulgent. It dwindled his freshly blossomed possessiveness from recent events but made his need for you grow even bigger.
“Such a filthy girl, aren’t you?” He returns your stare in the mirror, mussed bangs fluttering over his forehead.
“Harder, Jungkook,” you demand breathlessly.
“What’s the word?” You see his eyebrow twitch slightly in the mirror.
“Please - please fuck me harder, Jungkook.”
His hands are firmly anchored in your hips and he changes his lunges to sharper, rougher ones. Your heartbeat roars in your ears, legs trembling as his length is deeply sheathed inside, his tip kissing places that elicit the softest whines from you.
“You like this, don’t you?” His big hand snakes around your throat. “Like getting fucked like a slut?”
The pads of his fingers press into you and your eyes blur. Just the sight of his inked hand on your throat makes your pussy squeeze his cock, the giddiness flourishing everywhere, reaching your fingertips and bringing tears to your eyes.
“Pretty princess loves to get fucked like a slut, hm?” he whispers.
“Yes, yes I do – fuck.”
His hushed, dirty words kindle the tingle in your tummy and you fall apart beneath him, a sniffled moan scurrying past your lips.
A dark scoff hits the base of your neck. “That’s a good girl.” He plants the tiniest kiss on your shoulder, releasing your throat from his grip. “Always so good.”
Jungkook draws you into his arms, moving to his bed with you.
“On your back,” he instructs, pushing you down on his bed.
You get comfortable on his soft duvet, legs spread. Jungkook’s hand is braced at the back of your thigh. He eases his cock back into you, tongue darting out as your tight walls enclose him again.
He tugs the jersey up, staring at the way he vanishes between your velvety pussylips, your tummy bulging when he bottoms out. Jungkook moves leisurely, the way he moves his hips so sinful and practised, the thin curb chain in silver he is wearing dangles over your face.
“Pretty,” you chunter. You reach out and play with it a little as Jungkook places his palm on your tummy with a little pressure. “Mhmm, Jungkook.” Your toes curl in pleasure and he smirks, giving your knee a tiny peck. “You’re so big,” you slur.
“Your little pussy takes me so well,” he praises. His hand disappears under his jersey, and he palms your supple breast. Your tiny nub pops out when Jungkook pinches and plays with it.
You choke on a gasp. Your legs impulsively wrap around him to drag him closer.
“Mine.” Jungkook’s fierce eyes trail down your body. “All mine.”
A sprinkle of playfulness sets on your face. “You’re still jealous because of Chanyeol?”
A day has passed since the kiss cam made Chanyeol and you kiss. You weren’t able to see Jungkook after the game because his team went out for dinner after their win.
As usual Taehyung invited you, but you declined. The way your brother spoke to you with cold eyes was reason enough to stay home instead. Jungkook was following your little conversation from the back, his secret glances prickling your skin.
When Taehyung came back home, he didn’t waste a second to reprimand you. As soon as he stepped into the living room, he interrupted your Sims 4 gameplay, rudely disregarding the reality tv show that was blasting on tv, with his annoying nagging and unnecessary enquiries.
He even dared to ask is Chanyeol your boyfriend? And you wanted to answer yes just to annoy him.
But you also wanted to resume building a house for your Sims family and watch your reality tv show in peace, so you grimaced, a harsh no rolling off your tongue.
Jungkook’s tongue pokes his cheek. “ ‘m not,” he denies, thrusts turning keener.
“Sure you’re not.” The pad of your fingers trickle along his broad front. “Chanyeol-” His name leaves your mouth as a moan when Jungkook pounds into you deep, his cock reaching spots that make you breathless for a moment. “Chanyeol is a good kisser.”
“He can have your mouth.” Jungkook’s leans down, shadowy eyes staring straight into yours. You
inhale shakily. “He can have a little kiss.” His tone is tinted with mockery, combined with a condescending undercurrent. “But your pussy,” – Jungkook lifts your chin with his thumb – “is mine.”
Your heart beats abnormally in your chest.
“Prove it.”
Jungkook is not in the least swayed by your provocation. He’s become used to it by now.
His brow twitches, the challenge twinkling in his eyes. Jungkook stops, his hand is on the curve of your hip, demanding you to flip over.
“Ass up.” He tugs your ass up in the air. His palm rests on the back of your head. “Face down.”
There’s nothing that makes you heart flutter more than sparking the fire in Jungkook.
He squeezes his cock between your plush pussylips. A forceful push of his hips coaxes a whiny moan from you.
“Prove it?” Jungkook ridicules you. “Fucking take it then.”
His hips clash against your body and you nuzzle your face deep into the pillow as a cry flies past your lips. Jungkook pounds you into his mattress, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.
He eyes keep wandering to his name printed on the jersey. Your tiny, stunning body swathed in what belongs to him. It reminds him that you want this just as badly as he does – that you keep coming back to him because you want to be with him as much as he wants to be with you. That you can’t get enough of his cock as he can’t from your pussy. That you keep this secret arrangement going because neither of you is ready to let go.
And Jungkook makes sure it remains that way by fucking you the way he knows you will inevitably cum around his cock.
“Always so naughty, so bratty,” he spits, striking your ass. “You wanna act like a brat?” He smacks you again, harder. “Then you’re getting fucked like one.”
Jungkook wears a frown on his face. The wet sounds of his cock ruining your pussy spurs him on. His skin slaps against yours, creating obscene sounds that are one of Jungkook’s favourites.
After wetting his thumb with his spit, he dips his pad into your other hole, just to tease a little. You wriggle beneath him, whiny sounds erupting from you.
“Let me tease,” he shushes, spitting on your puckered hole and circling his thumb over it. “Gonna fuck your ass the next time you behave like a fucking brat.”
“God,” you mutter into the pillow.
“You’d love that wouldn’t you?” Jungkook removes his finger just when you started relaxing, earning a prolonged whimper from you. “You’re not the only one who gets to tease, princess.” Jungkook feels your walls clamp together. He hisses at your tight pussy, swallowing his own desire to fill you up and focusing on you instead.
“G-gonna cum. Fuck – I’m so close.”
“That’s what I thought.” His voice is dripping in contempt, but that’s exactly what prompts you to reach your high like a whirlwind. “Moan my fucking name when you cum.”
“Jungkook.” You meekly whine his name, heavy puffs hit the pillow as the feeling in your tummy expands into your entire body.
“Good girl.” His saccharine lilt dispels your drowsiness, gently drawing you back to reality.
Jungkook withdraws his cock from your clenching walls. You complain in a sulky grumble at the loss.
You lift your head and crane your neck around.
His doe eyes shimmer in a way that you can’t quite pinpoint. Before you can ask him, Jungkook spreads your cheek apart with one hand, his other plunging two fingers inside your soft pussy.
Your head plops down again as a shrill squeak springs from your chest.
“I’m not done with you yet.” His fingers are fast, unyielding. “You’re gonna cum again for me.”
“Too much.”
“Yeah? Too much?” Mock sympathy bleeds from his voice. The pad of his fingers rub over your sensitive spot. “I know you can take it,” Jungkook says. “I know my pussy can take it.”
Your fingers claw at the pillow beneath your face, muffled mewls flying across your lips. He gets you to the point of losing yourself in another climax fast, his deft fingers know precisely how to move inside you, how to get your walls spasm around them as the feeling builds up in your tummy.
“Huh, princess?” His other hand delivers a teasing spank on your ass. “You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? Always so greedy.”
You want to say no I’m not gonna cum, want to act bratty again just because, but your head answers his taunting question with little, desperate yeses like a mantra.
The muscles in your belly contract when everything in your body begins to tingle. You tremble, pussy pulsating from the sensitivity. It’s so intense your hands hurt from gripping the pillow for dear life. The sounds in the room are nasty, so wet. More prominent than usual.
You are frazzled, a quivering mess lying limply on his rustled sheets.
Jungkook’s fingers are still sheathed between your fluttering walls, but his movements have stopped. “Fuck, princess,” he says with wonder. “You squirted everywhere.”
Your perplexity wins over your need to catch your breath and you turn your head, blinking in confusion. “I did what?”
“Squirted,” he curtly repeats in a mumble, popping his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean.
It has happened before, just very rarely. But every time you have, Jungkook eyes sparkled in a lustful and dreamy way – like right now.
“Was that good, huh?” He ribs, lips curving up into a smirk.
With a tired sigh, your cheek meets the cushiony pillow. You mumble something incoherent.
Jungkook stoops down. His hand brushes over your hair, smoothing some flyaways that sprouted from your wriggling.
“Don’t underestimate me.” His voice is low, eliciting tingles on your skin, but the kiss he plants on your cheek is soft, feather light.
You smile, a little deliriously, a little awestruck.
You roll onto your back. “Where do you wanna cum?”
Jungkook sits on his heels, lazily stroking his cock. He ogles your body, tiny puffs bubbling from his mouth. Instinctively, your catch your lower lip with your teeth. Watching Jungkook pleasure himself, the view of his tatted hand in general, makes your fingertips itch in anticipation.
You exchange your hand with his while he still muses over his choices.
He gazes at you slack-jawed. “Face,” Jungkook utters between desperate moans.
You shake your head. It is tempting, considering Jungkook’s yearning eyes, but you don’t want to ruin your make-up. “I still have somewhere to go.”
A frown twists his features. “Where are you going? It’s late.”
“It’s not late,” you argue.
“It’s dark outside. I should bring you home.” His hand closes around yours, signalising to tighten your grasp on his cock. You do, pumping him with a little more pressure. The soft sounds from his lips that follow are like music to your ears.
“It’s just the stationary shop. Need to stock up on some things.”
“Stickers?” he questions, brows furrowed when your hand moves faster.
“Yeah. And my black gel pen too.”
“The 0.5 mm one?”
You giggle. “Yes, that one.”
You lean closer to add a little spit on his dick, but you can’t help but tease him a little. You glide your tongue over the underside of his cock, swirl around his flush tip and suck a little on it.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Mouth feels so good.”
You continue with kitten licks, eyes casted upwards to catch every reaction. The visible muscles on Jungkook’s tummy strain as he nears his climax.
“Gonna cum,” he chokes out.
You draw back, pumping his cock as breathy, helpless moans escape Jungkook. Strings of white land on his defined abdomen and you watch him release with avid eyes.
“So much,” you mumble, flicking your finger through the mess on Jungkook’s glistening skin and sticking your cum covered pad into your mouth.
Gaspingly, Jungkook reaches for tissues on the bedside table. He cleans himself up before he orders you to lie down. He spreads your legs apart by pushing your thigh and tenderly cleans you as well.
He haphazardly tosses the dirty tissues back on his table.
“Wanna take a shower?” Jungkook mutters into the crook of your neck.
You throw your leg over his cinched waist. “I gotta go. The stationary shop will close soon.”
Jungkook pulls his jersey up, leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your collarbones and down to your tits. He shortly teases your sensitive bud with his tongue before he presses a kiss below your
boob. You feel him suck your skin between his puffy lips and utter a whiny complaint.
“No marks.” You lightly kick him with your heel on his ass.
Jungkook grouses against your skin. “No one’s gonna see it here.” He says affronted.
“I couldn’t wear the cute top I wanted today because of this.” You point to the faint purple mark beneath your collarbone.
“You look cuter in this anyway,” he retorts smoothly, giving your tit one last peck. “Should wear it more often.” He covers your body with his jersey again.
You grow shy beneath his stare, but you push him off your body and stand up. Jungkook fluffs the pillow and lets his back hit the mattress.
He has a cheeky smile plastered on his face. “You look so fucking sexy in my jersey.” His tongue swipes over his pink bottom lip. “Do a little twirl for me.” With his palm tucked under his head, he watches with relish as you spin.
You giggle mid-turn, a bubbly feeling swelling in your chest.
“Pretty.” Jungkook grabs his phone from the nightstand. “Lemme snap a pic.” He sits up.
You turn your back to him, and he gently pulls your hair to the side.
Jungkook has a vast collection of pictures of you from numerous nights spent in each other's bed. He takes joy in photography, and being Jungkook’s muse feels oddly fulfilling – but only on condition that your face is not visible in any of his snapshots.
You gasp when your feel Jungkook’s sneaky hand pull up his jersey and grab a handful of your ass.
He chuckles at your reaction and takes quick pictures of the pretty ass in front of him.
“Yah,” you scold him, turning around again.
He flashes you the softest, dimpled smile and you are momentarily struck dumb by his effortless prettiness.
He grabs your hand and pulls you onto his lap. “Lemme come with you.”
You arrange his tangly bangs. “You know we can’t.” You’re very careful not to be seen with Jungkook. Rumours spread quickly here.
“No one will see us in the stationary store,” he insists.
“Why do you even wanna go there.” You quirk an eyebrow. “There’s nothing for you there.”
Jungkook shrugs indifferently, but you catch the corner of his lips lift faintly. “You’re there.”
“Stop playing,” you say, nudging his shoulder. But you can’t help the smile that forms on your face.
“Watchu doing tomorrow?”
“Shopping for a dress. Mum said I should dress nicely for the dinner with Minho and his parents.”
You don’t want your parents to come over for the weekend. And you certainly don’t want to have dinner with their friends, whose son they’re trying to set you up with.
“We won’t see each other then?” Jungkook asks, squeezing your bare thigh.
Your fingers find his necklace and you toy with it a little. “Probably.” You lean closer to catch his mouth in a kiss before you get up. “I’m gonna head out now.”
“Send me pics,” Jungkook tells you in his sweet voice.
“Huh?”
“In that dress you’re gonna buy. I wanna see you in it.”
You titter at his shamelessness. “Behave for once, Jungkook.”
Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Say that again and I’ll throw you over my lap.”
He knows exactly what he is doing. He sports a proud smile on his face, cocking his head in provocation.
You muse over it as you step into your panties. Your eyes land on your journal on Jungkook’s desk.
You’d like to stay, but the stationary store. You wanted to spend a cosy evening in your room, journaling with some new supplies to finish off the hectic day.
You remove Jungkook’s jersey from your body. His round eyes immediately land on your naked figure.
Mischievousness contorts your features. “Next time,” you promise.
summary: things get complicated when two people are in an unlabeled relationship. they only get further complicated when the friend of the man you’ve been messing around with wants you for himself. what makes matters worse is that you want him too.
➣ strangers to lovers
➣ 10.7k words
warnings: smüt. pseudo cheating. soft angst. mature relationships. yoongi x y/n in the beginning. jk is yoongi’s friend. drinking. jk is kinda an asshole. y/n is kinda an asshole. jk is seeing someone. secret sèx. protection. missionary. y/n has a tattoo. make out. grinding. heavy petting.
song inspo: jessie’s girl — rick springfield. heartless — kanye west [but we don’t stan] FYTB — brent faiyaz
“So why isn’t Hobi coming again?”
Even if he was the one to ask the question, he wasn’t fully listening. His attention was on the screen before him watching as his player beat the hell out of Jimin’s. His fingers worked rapidly against the controller as it vibrated with every few gifs. His mouth was parted and sparkly eyes focused only on the video game but he was waiting for his question to be answered.
“No clue,” Namjoon answered while watching the game they played while holding a drink, “He probably just doesn’t want to drive.”
“Is Yoongi still coming?” Jimin asked before cursing under his breath at the realization that he was going to close. Namjoon shook his head no but neither one of them were looking at him.
“I think so,” Namjoon told them watching as Jungkook delivered the final blow to Jimin’s player before their time ran out and he was declared winner. Jimin groaned in frustration slumping back into the couch as he let the controller fall onto the cushion.
Jungkook was laughing watching his friend throw a tantrum, completely unaware of the front door opening just slightly. It wasn’t until Namjoon waved a hand in that direction saying, “Hey.”
“Hey,” Yoongi responded back distracted by whatever was behind him and finally you came into view. Jungkook couldn’t see you well enough, he couldn’t make out the quiet conversation you were having with Yoongi as Hoseok came out from around you two with a bright smile.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” Jungkook turned his attention to him ignoring the sight of Yoongi taking you to the kitchen for a drink. Hoseok was greeting them all with some handshake as he hopped over legs to a seat, “Yoongi offered to drive.”
He looked back over to the pair in the kitchen still unable to see your face clearly but he could tell you were laughing together about something. Jimin reached out to poke Hoseok’s leg, head shaking in the direction of the kitchen as he said, “Who’s that?”
Hoseok looked at him with furrowed brows trying to understand the question before it dawned on him as he looked to the kitchen. The corner of his lips turned upward as he leaned closer to the other three as if sharing a secret, “That’s Y/n.”
Jungkook blinked a few times waiting for the guy to go on but he didn’t, so he found himself asking, “Since when did he start seeing someone?”
“They’re just messing around,” Hoseok said waving off the idea of Yoongi in a relationship with someone at the moment.
Shortly after the topic had been dropped, the noise from the kitchen flowed toward the living room where the others were and Jungkook couldn’t help but look. Blame it on curiosity but he wanted to see what you looked like. He pretended to debate between different plasters on the screen but he let his eyes follow your direction as you sat down on the loveseat with Yoongi.
“This is Y/n,” Yoongi said casually as you looked at them all with a small smile. Your eyes met Jungkook’s for a little longer, instantly drawn into his looks. He had this dark aura that surrounded him while also having an innocent look in his eyes that probably didn’t mean anything. The only reason why he looked away is to focus on the game as Namjoon introduced himself to you first.
Jimin did a small introduction and when it was his turn he barely glanced back at you as he mumbled, “Jungkook.”
“You really went to pick up Hobi since his lazy ass didn’t want to drive?” Jimin asked Yoongi as he took the controller back in his hands ready for a new match. Jungkook was barely focused on the game now. You were attractive, very attractive to him and he was fighting hard not to check you out.
It was to the point where he felt like smiling for feeling ridiculous. It was such a minor inconvenience that he found the girl his friend’s messing with to be attractive. He ran a hand through his long shaggy hair brushing it back and off his glasses as he leaned forward to get closer to the television from where he was sitting.
“He lives near Y/n and I was already going that way to pick her up,” Yoongi said with a shrug as he watched something play on your phone with you.
“Yeah, they’re going out later, we should go,” Hoseok cut in, drawing Jungkook’s attention back that way. It was a Saturday night and the group was just lounging around playing video games like a bunch of losers as Hoseok will soon say.
“It’s better than playing Mortal Kombat and drinking beer all night like a bunch of virgins,” Hoseok chose to say instead.
Jungkook ignored his comment just due to the fact that it was painfully obvious that he’s not a virgin. The man is hot.
He didn’t even have to say anything when Yoongi was cutting in, “First of all who invited you to be inviting other people?”
Hoseok just grinned as he nudged your head, “Y/n’s cool with it, right? It’s a Saturday, why not go out as a group?”
“Alright but I don’t want it to be a group thing,” Yoongi began to argue as he faded into the background. Jimin looked at you offering the controller, “Do you play?”
You looked at the flatscreen, “What game?”
Jungkook was just in the middle of switching to a new one when you asked already taking the controller from Jimin. “Dead by Daylight.”
Yoongi and Hoseok were still complaining about something and you were bored so why not? Plus, the guy with the tattoos was the other one playing.
You swear you don’t have any bad intentions but this guy was so fucking hot. Yoongi was attractive, that’s very clear and you wouldn’t be hanging out with him if he wasn’t but this guy…
He was just your ideal type.
Jungkook couldn’t help but smile a bit as you chose Meg Thomas as your survivor, “You’ve played before?”
He’s not necessarily impressed because a lot of people game but it did make you even more intriguing.
You were good too. You played well and Jungkook actually enjoyed playing with you for the round you did together. There was light teasing here and there about some missed opportunity of getting blood points or too slow of a reaction time but he liked it. He liked it so much in fact that he found himself openly sizing you up from the way your leg was crossed over the other to the way your arms stayed at your sides and the controller on your lap.
You wore clothes clearly meant for drinks later and he didn’t mind the view. It wasn’t anything too crazy but the pair of jeans you wore hugged your figure nicely and the top showed just enough cleavage to make him notice. Your neck was adorned with gold necklaces of various makes and your hair was styled to frame your face.
He found you very attractive and he found out how much of a problem that was when Yoongi threw an arm over your shoulders pulling you into his side as he said, “Look, we’re going out later just the two of us. I don’t want you all there.”
“You suck,” Hoseok groaned and that small moment where Yoongi pulled you into him distracted Jungkook so much that he let the stupidass cenobite, Pinhead, kill him.
“Wow, you aren’t that good at this game,” you joked as the round came to an end. Jungkook scoffed, “One more round.”
“Y/n, let’s get going unless you want to wait in a long line to get in,” Yoongi said and just like that you were up on your feet setting the controller down on the couch. Jungkook did the same watching as you and Yoongi started gathering your things.
“Please Y/n, I want to get drunk, let me tag along!” Hoseok begged you after trying to get Yoongi to bring him but failed. With a sigh you nodded, “Fine.”
“Whatever,” Yoongi mumbled as he took your hand in his, “Alright, see you guys later.”
“Bye,” you said before your eyes met Jungkook’s specifically, “It was nice meeting you all.”
A string of goodbyes filled the room and he tried not to stay at the way your hips naturally swayed when you walked but it was hard. The only reason he looked away is because Yoongi placed his hand on your waist as he led you out.
It was in that moment Jungkook felt so fucking mad that he didn't meet you first. He didn't even care how you and Yoongi met or that this is the first time he’s ever met you. All he cared about was that you came with his friend who you’ve apparently been hooking up with and he found you hot.
He obviously didn't know that you had come to your own realization as well tonight, damn did you choose the wrong friend?
“How’s your girlfriend?” Namjoon asked Jungkook suddenly and his eyes shifted toward him. “Who?”
Jimin chuckled, “Yeonwoo, the girl you’ve been talking to for months.”
“Oh yeah,” Jungkook said. Is it bad he forgot about her? They’ve been in a talking stage for months and were hooking up but they just haven’t made it official. Yeonwoo wants to be but Jungkook is trying to hold off on it and now he’s pretty grateful he has. It would only make him an asshole if he was flirting with you while having a girlfriend. Even if the other think he’s practically dating Yeonwoo at this point, he’s not.
“She’s alright,” he shrugged as he scrolled through his games and found a new one to play, “But she’s not my girlfriend.”
“Yeah, sure.”
You met Yoongi at work surprisingly enough. You’re a store manager at a popular streetwear shop and he happened to frequent there. You got to know him little by little just by having small conversations with him everytime he came in. One day he asked for your number and next thing you know you’re in the back of his car hooking up. You’re not dating but you’ve been messing around for a while and as far as you knew it was sort of exclusive?
Well, it’s supposed to be you think, but… his friend was so hot. Jungkook was so hot that you want him. Is that bad? Does that make you a bad person? It’s not like you’re dating Yoongi—not yet anyway—but that first night you met Jungkook, just wow.
You just didn’t expect him to also be in a situationship of sorts.
Now you’re staring at the girl as she sat across from you. She flashed you a smile, “I’m sorry, what’s your name again?
“Y/n,” Jungkook answered as you stared into each other's eyes. There was tension there, you could feel it. Maybe he thought the same about you, was just as attracted and interested in you. Why else would you catch him staring at you every now and then? Even the first time you met there was a flirty undertone in the way you talked during the game.
“I’m Yeonwoo,” she said, making you look away from Jungkook. You gave her a smile before drifting your attention back down to your phone.
You sat on Yoongi's lap, his hand around your waist loosely zoned out almost. It was late already, the Sun had set long ago and the group had just been enjoying time together outside. Your fingers played with his hair mindlessly as he talked with whoever was next to him.
“No, this guy got wasted and made us call it an early night,” Yoongi said with a scowl as he retold the events of Saturday.
The three of you had gone out even if Yoongi didn't drink, he was fine going just for you which was great. Hoseok was fun and you didn’t mind letting him come along but he did get drunk faster than you did. It wasn’t a big deal though because you’re comfortable around him enough to not get annoyed by his drunkenness.
Out of all the guys, Yoongi was closest with Hoseok so you’ve met him a couple more times than the others and he’s funny. What you didn’t know was that he was equally as close to Jungkook and it made being attracted to the guy slightly more complicated.
“Well I had a good time,” Hobi said with a shrug and a shit-eating grin that made it obvious he didn’t care.
“Where are you going?” Yoongi asked, feeling you move his hands off as you tried getting up from his lap. You pointed to the kitchen and left.
“Bring me something.”
Jungkook shouldn’t look at you. He should ignore the voice in the back of his head telling him not to go to the kitchen. He’s supposed to be with Yeonwoo, she begged to tag along to Hobi’s place and he brought her. He should not be thinking about the fact that you were alone in the kitchen while Yoongi talked to Namjoon about something.
There’s just no reason for him to go to the kitchen. He doesn’t need to get anything, anyway.
“Excuse me.” You could've melted away with just that, but Jungkook just had to put his hand on your waist when he walked a little too close behind you. You moved forward trying to act normal as you opened the fridge door again to get the drink Yoongi had asked for again.
He pretended to be busy picking through some snacks in the cupboards just next to you. You tried to ignore his proximity but then his arm went over your head to shelf above you and his tattoos just drew your attention in. Your head nearly hit his arm and when he pulled back with a bag of chips he looked down at you, “Looking for something?”
“Just looking,” you said as the two of you stared at each other, not paying attention to the fact that you were extremely close to each other.
Jungkook looked amused as he asked, “At the fridge or at me?”
“At whatever is catching my attention,” you said boldly and he smiled, bottom lip being dragged between his teeth. His hair was so long and soft, it just made him look so good. He looked like a bad boy but you know he’s not. You mean, he seems like a good guy and all but his looks are just so yummy—you were nearly forgetting about being here with Yoongi, the man you’re sleeping with.
With that reminder you grabbed the first two cans you found in the fridge and closed it, “Found it.”
“That’s what you were looking for?” He asked with his back against the counter watching you, “Nothing else catch your interest?”
“Who knows, maybe something else did,” you said, giving him one last look before leaving the kitchen.
He couldn’t hold in the small groan that bubbles in throat at the sight of you walking away. He swears to the universe that the second he finds out your little fling with Yoongi is over, he's swooping in. He’ll just wait until Yoongi fucks it up or something and he’ll be right there ready to comfort you. Maybe he could even get Yoongi to end it with you.
“Jungkook!”
Oh shit. Yeonwoo.
When he came back out he couldn’t stop the slight scowl on his face looking at Yoongi who was whispering who knows what in your ear. You were back on his lap but your eyes met Jungkook’s one last time.
"Yeah it's late," Yoongi cleared his throat awkwardly, arm tracing the expanse of your back suddenly, "I think Y/n and I are gonna call it a night."
"That's code for they're gonna go fuck," Jimin laughed saying it loud enough for everyone to hear but neither you or Yoongi denied it.
"Aw, but it's still early," Jungkook tried to sound nonchalant as he tried not to stare at you when you made a move to stand. His eyes trailed to Yoongi, "Thought you were gonna go out with us tonight."
"Change of plans," Yoongi had looked back at him with a wink as he held your hand cutting through the circle of people. Jungkook let it go but caught your smile as you walked past him. He imagines he's not so great of a person? What kind of person thinks about his friend's girl—or fling— when the girl he’s been hooking up with is right there next to him? Him. Jungkook. That's who. How could he not when you looked like that? And your voice was so nice to hear, your smile warm the way he likes it.
Just like that, you were gone.
He had to be the luckiest person in the room.
Now, he’s not a house party guy—yes he hands with his friends often but it’s not usually to get drunk at some party. It’s usually just lounging around at someone’s house drinking and playing video games. Plus with work he usually never has the energy to go to a full blown party but God was he thankful that he came out tonight.
He couldn’t even hide the smile on his face as he made his way across the packed living room to go to someone in particular.
Like before, his hand went to your lower back, “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
At first you were startled at the touch but when you turned a smile broke out on your face, “Didn’t know you were expecting me at all.”
Jungkook just smirked as he lifted his cup to his lips, “Well you know… I didn’t know that either.”
“Fuck Y/n! I’m done playing with you if all you’re going to do is win.”
A familiar face appeared from behind you and Jungkook’s brows furrowed.
He looked at Jungkook as he smiled, “Hey man, when did you get here?”
“A while ago,” Jungkook answered, watching him as he stood next to you.
“You’re just mad that you’re a sore loser,” you told him, making him roll his eyes. He went back to Jungkook, “You know Y/n?”
“Sorta,” Jungkook answered, looking back down at you with that haze in his lowered eyes. Taehyung looked between you two with a little smirk, “Perfect, you both don’t know that many people here and I’m tired of being dragged behind whatever Y/n wants to do. You guys talk, I’ll be back… maybe.”
He patted Jungkook on the shoulder blissfully aware of the tension between you two but unaware of the fact that you’ve both been messing around with someone else.
“What are you drinking?” You asked, forgetting the game you had been playing with Taehyung to turn to Jungkook. He shrugged looking down at the cup, “No clue, some weird mix of alcohol. Wanna try it?”
“Should I be scared?” You asked stretching a hand out to take the cup but he avoided it choosing instead to bring the cup closer to your lips.
“No, I’ve got you,” he said teasingly as he pressed it to your lips and you drank from the cup as he tilted it while you angled your neck back for the liquor to pour down your throat.
“Tastes like ass,” you scrunch your face in disgust as he pulled the cup back and he couldn’t help but laugh. He shrugged, “It does.”
“How do you know Tae?”
“We went to school together,” Jungkook said simply, his hand came to your hip, casually moving you closer to his side when some guys tried cutting through the small space left between you and another person to get somewhere. His hand stayed there for a while, “You?”
“We work together,” you told him, feeling his fingers graze the exposed skin of your back from under your top. He should’ve moved his hand by now or you should’ve told him to but neither of you did anything.
“Where’s Yoongi?” He asked even if he didn’t care. As a matter of fact, he’s very happy at the thought that his friend isn’t here and he’s getting to see you alone. He just needed a reminder that you’re both technically off limits to each other.
“Not here,” you said with no explanation as to why he didn’t come with you but neither of you seemed to care.
God, just look at him.
Him with the tattoos covering every inch of his arm and some of his neck. Him with the pretty piercings and bright smile. Him who was definitely not the guy you’ve been hooking up with. You and Yoongi aren’t technically dating but you’re also kind of exclusive. It’s not because you think you don't feel for the guy, but you’re just not looking for a relationship.
You’ve never been so thankful by the fact that you’re still single as far as you knew because you want this guy.
You want him bad.
“So how’s your girlfriend?”
“What girlfriend?” Jungkook asked and somehow—some way—you were making your way over to the empty couch. Groups of people wanting to play the game you were at had slowly pushed you two aside and now you’re sitting next to him—thigh pressed against thigh as you squeezed into the open space.
“Yeonwoo,” you said.
Jungkook chuckled, “She’s as much of my girlfriend as you are Yoongi’s.”
“So… not my girlfriend at all, right?” He added looking into your eyes. He’s really just waiting for your confirmation that you and Yoongi were in fact not dating even if it was complicated between you all.
“Sounds to me like she’s single then.”
“Well I guess you are too,” Jungkook said, licking his lips.
“Guess I am.”
Neither one of you said anything for a while as you both took time to think about this. You distracted yourself with your drink but you didn’t miss the way his arm went to the back of the couch. It wasn’t in a flirting sort of way, more to stretch better in this small space, but it was hard to ignore the fact that he was slightly facing you now.
He brought his hand through his hair making you watch the action and suddenly you knew what to talk about. You pointed your index finger at his hand, “Let me see your hand.”
“What?” He asked, looking down at it before stretching it out in front of you shifting his gaze to you. You weren’t looking back at him, you were focused on the ink covering his hand. He smiled now, “Let me see yours.”
The easiest trick in the book as now your hand was next to his and he just so casually happened to notice the size difference. Picking up on the action, you took the next step to place your palms together matching where his fingers were with yours. His tattoos were so… mouthwatering. You couldn’t even try and play off how much you wanted him but you were trying very hard to not look desperate.
Jungkook didn’t care how he came across. He shamelessly laced your fingers together letting your joined hands rest on his thigh, “Do you have any tattoos?”
“Maybe,” you said with a flirty look in your eyes. Jungkook looked you over from your arms to your legs. Tonight you weren’t wearing jeans, you were wearing a tight little skirt that made your legs look long. You smiled now, “You can’t see it.”
“Where is it?” He asked openly, checking you out. You leaned close to his ear, lips nearly brushing against cartilage as you said. “Guess.”
His lips parted in surprise at the tingle that ran down his spine from the whisper and he was curious. You weren’t wearing much tonight and if he couldn’t see it then it must be something intimate. He laughed softly as his arm brought you a little closer now.
Somewhere between conversations about tattoos and video games, you made it to his lap. You weren’t all the way on him but a part of you was and it really wasn’t your fault.
Some drunk people plopped down on the couch forcing you even closer to him. Then, his hand was running along your back to your waist, using very little effort to get you onto his lap. Now you were fully sitting on him.
With nowhere to rest your elbows you placed it on his shoulder blade, turned to the side so that you could talk to him and his arms held your waist loosely.
His hand was on the flat of your back, thumb caressing your spine, “Tell me about yourself.”
“What do you wanna know?” You were making yourself comfortable on Jungkook’s lap. People surrounded you and the music was loud but since you were so close you could hear him just fine. Taehyung—your mutual friend—was off somewhere else after leaving you with Jungkook and you think you know why. He doesn’t know that you’ve been hooking up with Yoongi or that Jungkook is his friend. All he knew or had seen was that you and Jungkook were clearly physically attracted to each other and he was playing matchmaker. Not that either of you minded right now that it’s just you two.
“You work with Taehyung, right? Where?” He asked starting off easy with his questions. Your arm that had been on his shoulder stretched behind his neck practically hugging him as you said, “Retail store. I actually met Yoongi there.”
The reminder that you’ve been messing around with his friend should’ve been a red flag already but he didn’t seem to care. He definitely didn’t care that his phone was being blown up by Yeonwoo—who was not his girlfriend no matter how much she wants to be.
You released a small gum in thought as you tried thinking of something to say. You looked down at the tattooed hand that had been resting on your thigh with his other arm around you and you pointed to it, “Let me guess. You do tattoos.”
His head leaned on your shoulder just slightly as he smiled, “Are you going to let me tattoo you?”
“Maybe,” you said, your hand now playing with the hair on the back of his neck making a shiver run down his spine at the way your nails scratched his scalp enough to feel good.
His head was tilting upward at the action bringing himself even closer to you, “Maybe where your secret other one is.”
As he said that his eyes seemed to trail down your body with a few ideas of where it might be. It made him think about the fact that Yoongi knew where it was and that thought made him pull you into him even more. His hand was so high on your thigh now it was nearly under your skirt but still at a reasonable distance from where your legs met. His palm was flat on your skin and his fingers spread apart like he was trying to cover the expanse of your thick thigh with one hand.
You decided to be bold now, your hand went over the one he had around your waist and you brought it lower. It was now on your butt and you brought it closer to the side of your hip only lower. His hand was just over the crease in your side where your pelvis was and your thigh seemed to fold into your hips when you sat down and his fingers absentmindedly squeezed just slightly.
“How about here? It’s pretty close to the other one,” you said in a sultry voice that made his eyes roll just slightly.
Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted you. You were only making his head spin even more with that thought and he couldn’t hold back now.
“Can I tell you something?” He asked, looking you in the eyes. You nodded and he cleared his throat as he moved closer to your ear. In a low and deep whisper, he said, “I want you.”
Once again you met his stare and his nose traced along your cheek until his mouth was so close to yours there was nothing left to do but close the distance. Your lips just barely touched in a tentative kiss still questioning this, but then the hand behind his neck was pressing him forward and he smashed his lips onto yours with desire.
It was short, only a couple seconds until you broke apart. You laughed in disbelief pressing his head toward your neck to hide from his dark gaze. You probably shouldn’t be kissing him but it didn’t stop you from doing it again. Jungkook’s jaw protrudes with the eagerness in which he kissed you, slipping his tongue against yours without much effort and the hand on your butt was squeezing.
Your heads moved in all sorts of directions, tilted to the side to deepen the kiss and nodding with the force of it. Both of you had your eyes shut and his brows were even scrunched together making look mad almost but it was due to the intensity of the kiss.
He almost forgot where the two of you were.
Almost.
“Alright alright, please don’t fuck on my couch,” a voice cut through and as you tried to pull away Jungkook only followed you until your pulled on his hair to keep him in place. You turned to Taehyung as you were both out of breath and lip gloss smeared on both of your mouths. Jungkook was using his tongue to clean it off the corners of his mouth, thumb rubbing it into his actual lips before reaching out and doing the same to you.
Taehyung watched as Jungkook rubbed the gloss off your mouth making him do a disgusted expression, “Yeah… go fuck somewhere else.”
Once he was gone you turned to Jungkook who began to leave light kisses on your neck, “Let’s go somewhere else?”
You should’ve thought this through more and thought about the aftermath of what doing this might cause but you didn’t. Instead, you began to get up from his lap with his hand on yours and he followed right after you.
You went straight to the front door.
Jungkook was barely inside your apartment when he dragged you back into him to kiss.
His hands were on your hips with yours around his neck as he walked you into your apartment with no idea where to go. All he knew was that he wanted to pick you up and so he did making sure that your legs wrapped around his waist.
“Where am I going?” He asked between kisses. You pointed to the hall and he went that way without question. The door swung open and he tried kicking it with his foot before setting you down on the bed under him. The first thing he did once he set you down was yank off his blue Balenciaga denim jacket. He flung it somewhere in the room and went back to kiss you.
His lips pulled away from yours so they could attach themselves to your neck, placing kisses along your jaw and down your jugular. You angled your neck to the side to give him more access as you delved your fingers into his dark locks. You felt Jungkook's hands roam down your body gripping your side making your back arch off your sheets. His hands went to your back feeling along the material of your denim shorts and gently touched your ass, making you breathless before you felt his fingers grab the edges of your shirt and as they roamed back up your back he was bringing up your shirt. You helped him out by bringing up your arms and then your shirt was on the floor next to you.
“You’re so hot,” Jungkook groaned as he watched you below not exchanging a word with him as you slipped your hands behind your back, unclipping your bra and taking it off. He watched, almost hypnotized, at your body's exposure. Jungkook licked his lips looking down at your bare chest, he lowered his head to your breasts. He still can’t find the tattoo.
You grabbed the edge of his shirt and tugged on it . He sat up straighter reaching for the back of his shirt and yanking it up. The ripped black shirt landing on the floor next to yours. He wore his silver chains and rings that matched the hoops in his ears and belt. His tattoos danced across his skin with every flex of his arms.
You reached your hands out to touch him, and heard a low groan come from between his lips as your hands ran over his chest feeling every ridge of abdomen muscle, nails lightly scratching against his skin. You ran your hands down him feeling every muscle tighten as you explored the ink on his arms and shoulders. He was hovering over you now keeping one hand on your side and the other flat against the sofa to keep himself from toppling forward.
Jungkook lowered his mouth to the expanse of your neck as you did as told. Jungkook's kisses started moving lower, kissing along your collarbone. His tongue licked down to the valley of your breasts, before tracing circles around your hardened nipple bringing one into his mouth and kissing. The tip of his tongue flicked at your bud before capturing the whole thing in his mouth and sucking. His hands were at your sides, running from your ribs to your hips then back up. The sensation of his mouth around you and his tongue flicking at your nipple made your back arch into his mouth, hands tangled in his hair with want. With your back arched it made it easy for him to snake his hands behind you and lower them to the hem of your shorts before bringing them back to the front. Jungkook played with the button of your shorts pulling on the zipper and he began lavishing your other breast with the same urgency. Jungkook was rough with the way he took you in his arms but at the same time his kisses were gentle and intoxicating.
You raised your hips letting him tug the denim off kicking your leg up as he ran his hand down your thigh to your ankle dropping the material to the floor. Your panties came next but he didn't have the patience for them. He tore the flimsy lace off as his lips kissed along your legs. Soon, he was licking and nibbling every single exposed part of your body: Your collarbones, stomach, belly button, your sides and the area around your breast. The inner part of your thighs got a lot of attention from his mouth as his hands spread them further around himself. He was inching closer to your wet heat.
Neither one of you were thinking about anything else at the moment. As far as you knew, you were attracted to him and he was attracted to you so there was nothing wrong. The thought of Yoongi being the last person you slept with along with being his friend didn’t even cross yours—or his—mind.
"Jungkook," you licked your lips when his hair tickled against your cunt meaning he was getting closer. He hummed in response.
He stopped.
He didn’t kiss or touch or even roam his hands along your skin. He just stopped, then he looked up and smiled in triumph. You smiled too.
Right there in red ink were the words:
BITE ME
So he did. He leaned down to where your hip bone protrudes and began leaving soft kisses there, teeth poking out to nip at the flesh before attempting to kiss back down to your cunt. Jungkook thought about you telling him to put one near it and then his mind began going crazy. From where the first one was that means he’d be very close to your pussy and who’s to say anyone will stop him from fucking you in the middle of a tattoo session?
Your voice was dry as you asked, "Condom?" It took him a second to pull away looking you in the eye as he sat back on his haunches. The bulge in his jeans became more prominent with the type of material. He wanted to eat you out but if he had it his way this wouldn't be the only time he'd have to explore your body so he was in no rush to do it all in one night. This was clearly a quick, drunk fuck. Maybe he’ll get to have you again and then he’ll really get to feel and touch, lick, every little thing. You sat up a bit to reach into some drawer and you brought out a condom. Jungkook bit his lip in concentration as he began to roll it onto himself.
Once he was situated between your legs again he brought his fingers to his mouth, spitting on his middle and ring finger before bringing it down. You released a soft moan as his wet middle finger began to rub against your clit, running circles around it and descending further down your folds slicking it with moisture. He looked into your eyes as he dipped the finger down to your entrance, teasing the bundle of nerves hearing the light squelch of slick. He licked his lips at the way your mouth parted in an ‘o’ shape when he let his finger sink into your swollen walls. Your fingers wrapped around the arm he had on the bed to keep himself from toppling over you.
"Need to stretch you,” he mumbled under his breath and you weren’t sure if he was talking to you or to himself because shortly after he was adding a second finger swallowing your moans with his lips in a hungry makeout. Your hips bucked to meet his hand and his palm rut against your clit making your toes curl at the pleasure.
“Just fuck me,” you said against his lips rolling your eyes at the way he smirked, nodding his head before letting his tongue meet yours.
He thrusts his fingers one last time before pulling out and reaching for his dick watching your body laid out for him like he was going to devour you. With a hold on your hip, he guided his cock into your folds. Your mouths drew open in silent gasps as he bottomed out waiting there for the stretching. He kept going until he couldn’t fit any more inside of you, his hands hurting from holding himself up. Your legs kicked up for your knees to be bent and feet flat on the mattress at either side of him and he was able to press his knees closer to you.
You sat up on your elbows to watch the way he completely filled you and your heads almost touched with how he tried looking down at the same thing. With a teasing smile you brought a hand to the back of his neck bringing his mouth down onto yours and he growled. Steady thrusts, in and out, drawn back fully before pushing in softly began. You let out a moan from it, and it spurs him on causing him to start thrusting faster. He moves down your jaw, your chin, jugular, neck and nips you again further down this time and your fingers tug on his hair in response. You grip his
"Does it feel good?" He licked the corner of your mouth as you watched his hips draw back before pushing forward harshly. You nodded, legs wrapping around him, "Yes."
"Want you to think about me like this," Jungkook moaned out as a hand came to your hair grabbing a handful of it for control. He didn't pull but he just needed something to hold tight, "No matter who you’re with.”
He starts thrusting more roughly losing his rhythm in the process aggressively fucking you. You kiss him for a moment before he moves down and leaves a bite on your chest. You moan out from this and he moves his hands down to your hips. He thrusts into you hard, "I promise I’m better.”
You both know what he was talking about and even if you’ve been with Yoongi for a while, you didn’t deny Jungkook.
"Jungkook," you moaned again, clinging to him, feeling your climax close, "Fuck, just like that.”
"That’s right," he growled into your chest as he began to pound into you, "Say my name." He clings to your sides wanting to be as close as possible, "I want you saying my name when you cum.”
“Jungkook,” you repeated, making him get more forceful, nails digging into your skin from where he held you. You’re sure the back of your thighs will be bruised by the way his kept hitting yours with each thrust.
“Y/n,” he said your name too as you forced his head toward your neck feeling his hands pinch your hips to keep you in place for him to fuck how he wanted to. He dug his face into your exposed neck and his mouth left slobber with each nasty kiss. He wanted to mark you or feel your nails digging into his back leaving long scratches down his shoulder blades.
"I'm cu—" he cut you off with a kiss as he snuck a hand between your pressed bodies, thumb on your clit rubbing patterns until you reached your climax.
“Say my name,” he growled against your mouth, eyes locked with yours as your noses kept bumping into each other. Your eyes looked pleading, “Jungkook.”
“Again,” he said with a harsh thrust pushing his cock deeper into your fluttering walls. It kept bumping into that soft spot in your pussy that had your eyes rolling in pleasure.
“Jungkook.”
“Again,” another harsh thrust, bruising hands pinching your sides, “Fuck Y/n, again. I’m so close baby.”
“Jungkook,” you repeated feeling yourself unable to stay still, “Jungkook.”
“Jungkook,” you whined when his hand came down to your ass, nails digging in as hell moved your cunt on his cock to his liking.
“Y/n,” he breathed out with scrunched brows in pleasure, “Y/n.”
“Oh fuck,” he groaned pressing his lips to yours, feeling your pussy twitch and tighten around his cock until suddenly your legs were wrapping around his waist and you were letting go with a final moan of his name.
The warm constriction of your walls urged him to release, and he did. He held your body to his as he orgasmed inside the condom, your legs wrapped around him locking him in. Heavy pants and sweat covered you both as your highs began to dwindle.
There should have been a moment of regret, maybe even guilt but there wasn’t. Jungkook laid down next to you just as out of breath as you and all he could think about is how good it felt. He took off the condom watching you as you got up to use the bathroom.
He wasn’t sure what to do now, if you already felt bad for liking it—because he knew you did—or if you didn’t care.
He personally didn’t care.
He sat up on your bed waiting for your return and when you came out still naked he licked his lips at the sight. You came back to the bed and looked at him, “Well that happened.”
Jungkook gave you a quick kiss on the lips dragging you back to him, “Mhm. What does that mean? We can go again?”
“I mean you’re already here…”
Jungkook has made a mistake, a huge mistake that he’s gotta deal with.
It’s not that he regrets sleeping with you—the exact opposite actually. That’s the problem though because he wants to do it again.
Then again.
Maybe a few more times after that.
Add another time.
Basically he just wants to sleep with you whatever chance he’ll get. The problem with that is the fact that you both have someone you’ve been in a talking stage with. You clearly weren’t struggling as much as he is but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel your eyes on him every now and then.
He’s surprised nobody could feel the sexual tension between you two when it’s so thick in the air he’s practically suffocated by it.
“You’re being quiet today,” Yeonwoo said, snapping him out of his thoughts.
They’re currently in a bar sitting at a big booth with all the other friends and of course you. When Yoongi said you were coming out it made Jungkook more than eager to come out too. Then he thought about seeing you here with Yoongi and he felt the need to bring Yeonwoo even if it was only for a distraction.
Apparently she wasn’t even good for that because he’s painfully aware of the fact that Yoongi’s been kissing along your neck all night. The same neck he had peppered with his own kisses and small bites of affection just the other night. He released a low score that was barely audible with the way he disguised it with his drink covering his mouth but his lips still curled up in a look of distaste and disbelief. He wasn’t even pretending to listen to Yeonwoo.
It didn’t help that you were also very aware of Jungkook’s displeased expression. Ever since sleeping with him, being with Yoongi made you feel guilty. Then you felt shitty because you weren’t feeling guilty for what you did. You were feeling guilty that Jungkook was watching you be with Yoongi. You felt bad that you were here with the guy you’ve been talking to for weeks while the guy you slept with watched. You didn’t care enough for Yeonwoo to feel bad.
“Get out, I need to pee,” Jimin said, shoving you lightly as you sat between him and Yoongi blocking the exit of the booth.
“Don’t touch me,” you responded playfully. You’ve been fitting into the group too well and that made you feel even more guilty.
You think you should end it with Yoongi, just to be safe. Not because you think you and Jungkook are going to be anything but you are not a homie hopper. It just so happens to be that the homies hop to you. Not your fault at all but you should end things with Yoongi to avoid awkward situations like this.
Jimin shoved you one last time, “I’m gonna pee on you, get up.”
“Yoongi! Move, he’s hurting me,” you joked and Yoongi got up with an annoyed groan. Jimin slid out sticking his tongue out at you before sprinting for the bathrooms. Yoongi urged you to sit back down and Jungkook couldn’t even hide the smile on his face as you slid in to sit next to him now. Yeonwoo was on the other side between him and Hobi, and now he’s right there with you.
Almost immediately your leg was pressing against his under the table and the hand he had on his lap was sliding over between you two and his pinky was running along the side of your thigh.
This was becoming a very dangerous game you two were playing.
Turns out, Jungkook isn’t patient at all. The second he realized he didn’t like Yeonwoo as he did you—only after being with you for a short time—he didn’t want her anymore. Well in truth, he never really wanted her other than for sex but still, right now that he’s driving her home he’s realizing just how much he doesn’t want her.
"You looked like you were enjoying yourself tonight." It wasn't hard for Jungkook to pick up the sarcastic tone in Yeonwoo's voice as he drove with one hand. The other hand was brought up to his mouth where he couldn’t help but nibble on the nail of his thumb. Were you going to Yoongi’s tonight or was he going to yours?
He shrugged, staring only at the road, "Yeah, we were with my friends."
"That's the only reason?" Yeonwoo asked but Jungkook still remained calm, nonchalant, "What other reason would there be?”
"I see the way you were looking at her." "Looking at who?"
"Y/n." This time his jaw did clench a little, an accident honestly. He forced a dry laugh out, "She came with my friend, remember?
"Oh, are you kidding me?" Yeonwoo sat over the covers facing his back, "Like that matters to you. You have a thing for Y/n."
"Listen to yourself!" Jungkook scoffed suddenly defensive now, "Why would I go out with you tonight if that was true?" He was pulling up to the front of your building but the conversation clearly wasn’t over.
Yeonwoo was quiet for a moment staring up at him before speaking, "Because she chose Yoongi."
You didn't choose Yoongi, Jungkook wanted to say, You just hadn't met him yet.
"Then why would you keep begging me to date you if you think I don’t want you?"
Once again, Yeonwoo paused, "Because I really like you."
He released a deep sigh, already tired of talking about something that was clearly right about. He just wanted to be done with this.
“Alright well you shouldn’t,” Jungkook said bluntly, “I think we should end it right now because I don’t feel the same.”
Her jaw dropped, “Seriously?”
Jungkook didn’t even hesitate as he said coldly, “Dead serious.”
She was speechless at his crudeness that seemingly came out of nowhere. Well, Yeonwoo knew the guy was an asshole but to experience it was different. Jungkook was getting impatient watching her sit in his car and keep him from driving off. So in true asshole fashion, he reached across her front to open her door—a clear indication that he wanted her out of his car.
With a scoff she left slamming the door in the process.
Now all Jungkook had to do was drive home and wonder what you were doing with Yoongi.
“You’re quiet tonight,” Yoongi said as he stood in your bedroom. The two of you just got to your place and went straight to your room where Jungkook had been the most recent person to fuck you in your bed.
“Just tired,” you said with a shrug as you began taking your jewelry off at your vanity. Yoongi just nodded as he looked around your bedroom.
Just then something caught his attention.
His brows scrunched in confusion, narrowing slightly at the sight. Looking back to see what you were doing, he went to grab whatever he found.
Shoved under your bed was something denim with white writing on it. He held up the denim jacket and from the reflection in the mirror you finally saw him. You’ve never whipped around so fast.
He looked at you, “This yours?”
“Yeah, I just bought it,” you said quickly, making him look down at the jacket again. His brows went up, “Really? What store is it from?”
You stood up ready to take the jacket but he kept it out of your reach, “I forgot.”
“Hm,” Yoongi said looking down at it, “Alright, here's a better question. Who’s that jacket from?”
“I told you I bought it.”
“Really because you can’t even remember the store,” Yoongi argued as he held it out, “And funny enough, I know someone with this exact jacket. Matter of fact, you know someone with this jacket too. So why don’t you just tell me the truth, Y/n. Is this Jungkook’s?”
“Y/n,” he repeated when you didn’t answer him, “Is this Jungkook’s, yes or no.”
“I mean I can’t say no,” you mumbled going back to your vanity to hide the fact that you were slightly panicking.
“And how do you have it?” He asked but he already knew, of course he did. He’s not stupid and he has noticed Jungkook looking at you from the beginning but he thought nothing of it.
“Not hard to guess how,” you said, fully giving up the idea of not looking like a piece of shit right now. You were going to look bad no matter what you say.
“Alright so do you plan on sleeping with all my friends or is Jungkook just lucky?”
You didn’t say anything making him scoff. He started to get his things, keeping the jacket with him.
“Alright whatever, I guess we’re done then.”
“Dude, where’s Yoongi? He said he was gonna be here like an hour ago,” Namjoon said, looking out the window of Hoseok’s apartment as if he could see Yoongi from high up.
Actually, he can see your apartment from Hoseok’s window and he knew you were home. He had just been at your place earlier so he has a pretty good guess as to why Yoongi isn’t here yet. It’s not like you didn’t tell him what happened. Damn, if he knew Yoongi would break off your little fling over a jacket, he would’ve made sure to leave it somewhere much more obvious. The reason he forgot it is from how quick he flung it off and threw it on your floor.
Jungkook wouldn’t be surprised if Yoongi didn’t come to their weekly hang out. He’ll probably lie and say he had to work late, it doesn’t matter though.
He’s not a bad friend, alright? He’s really not, he’s never taken any of his friend’s girls but this time he just couldn’t help it and obviously he doesn’t feel bad about it.
Just as he was getting ready to tell them Yoongi probably wasn’t going to come, the door swung open.
“Damn, you should’ve at least brought food if you were gonna be late,” Jimin said, sounding a little annoyed as Yoongi marched into the living room with a backpack hanging off his shoulder. Jungkook kept his attention to the video game he was currently playing, mumbling a quick ‘hey’ in acknowledgement.
“I wasn’t gonna come but figured why not,” Yoongi said as he set his backpack down on the sofa and started opening it, “Besides I’ve got something.”
Oh boy, here we go.
Jungkook was mentally prepared at least.
“Oh my god, you did bring food!” Jimin cheered clearly, not picking up on the harsh tone in Yoongi’s voice.
“No, something better,” Yoongi finally pulled the jacket out and without wasting another moment, threw it at Jungkook hitting his shoulder, “You forgot this.”
Jungkook didn't say anything as he pulled the flung jacket off his shoulder and let it fall to his lap, “Thanks for getting it for me.”
Yoongi scoffed, “Wow, I knew you were a piece of shit but I thought we were friends.”
Suddenly the room went quiet. Hoseok even paused the game as the other three in the living room looked over to Yoongi and Jungkook, then to each other in confusion.
“We are,” Jungkook answered, looking over at him finally.
“Right… because friends fuck the person their friend is seeing?” Yoongi asked bitterly. At that everyone seemed to finally catch on to what was going on. They were all looking at Jungkook in disbelief.
Jungkook had the audacity to shrug, “Not like you two were dating.”
“Oh, so that gives you the right to get at Y/n?”
“What about Yeonwoo?” Hoseok asked in a quiet voice but Jungkook still rolled his eyes.
“I ended it with her probably around the same time Yoongi ended it with Y/n.”
“And you know that how? Because now you’re with Y/n?” Yoongi asked, standing up. Seeing him stand up automatically raised Jungkook’s defenses and he was getting to his feet too.
“I mean you did break it off with her,” Jungkook said. Yoongi rolled his eyes, “Even if I didn't, that clearly wouldn’t have stopped you.”
“Guys, let’s not fight over a girl, alright. Just sit down, talk it ou—“ “I’m not fighting over a gir—“
“I am,” Jungkook said, cutting Yoongi off, “Yeah I’m with Y/n. Yes, I left my jacket at her place the night we fucked. Yes, I knew you broke it off because she called me like right after you left and I went over. And no, I don’t feel bad about it.”
Namjoon shook his head, “Jungkook…”
“I mean for what it’s worth, you’re still one of my best friends, hyung,” Jungkook said with a shrug as he started gathering his things. The others watched him as he headed to the door, “See you guys later.”
Jungkook was leaving but he wasn’t going too far, not when you lived just a couple blocks away.
When he showed up at your door holding his jacket you knew something happened.
“Oh god what happened?” You asked letting him in. He planted a kiss on your forehead as he cut past you to get inside. He set his things down on the table, “Eh, nothing. He just talked to me about it.”
“Really? That’s it?”
“Yeah, we’re fine,” Jungkook said while sitting down on your couch, “Come here, let’s play.”
He was already reaching for the two controllers you had for your game console. You shook your head, “Alright well I don’t believe that it was that easy. He was mad when he left here.”
“I mean yeah he was mad but he’ll get over it. You were only talking for what? Two months?” He asked looking for the game he had been playing before he left to Hobi’s place. His phone buzzed and when he checked his notification he saw a text.
jimin: did u actually sleep with y/n?
jungkook: yeah
jimin: why :’) that’s fucked up
jimin: how’d it even happen
jungkook: ran into each other at a party
jungkook: idk it just happened
jimin: did it really just happen tho
jungkook: yeah ok. maybe I liked y/n since Yoongi brought her over
“Are you listening to me?” You asked slightly annoyed. He set his phone down, turning to face you. A smile stretched across his lips as he put an arm around the back of the couch, “Of course I am baby, but come sit over here, that way I can hear you better.”
Jungkook didn’t bother with his friends for over a week. It wasn’t because they were mad at him or they fell out he just didn’t feel the need to. Yoongi was probably still mad and he thought it was better to give him time to cool off.
He still wanted to be friends with the guy, they’ve been friends for too long to just call it off over one thing, y’know? Yes, he knows that what he did was kind of messed up but at the same time it wasn’t. You and Yoongi weren’t dating, yeah you were hooking up but Yoongi never once called you his girlfriend. He never talked about going on dates with you or making it officially. So how is it Jungkook’s fault that he was attracted to you?
Sure, he should’ve warned Yoongi and told him that the second he fucked it up, Jungkook was going to try and take you out but he didn’t. Jungkook was clearly too impatient for that and yeah alright, what a sucky friend but he doesn’t regret it.
“Jungkook I don’t want to go,” you told him as he laid on his bed waiting for you to finish getting dressed. He looked up from his phone, “Why?”
“What do you mean why?” You scoffed lightly as you stood at the edge of his bed, “Yoongi is going to be there and I just don’t want to cause any more problems. You can go without me just drop me off at home.”
His brows furrowed, “I don’t want to go without you. It’s fine.”
“No, I don’t want to go.”
“Babe,” he said with a sigh, “It’s fine. They won’t say anything, you’re going to be with me and—“
“That’s the problem, imagine me just walking in with you when everyone knew I was with Yoongi,” You told him honestly, “They probably think I’m a slut. I just don’t want to deal with that. Go hang out with your friends. I’m not worried.”
“Y/n, you’re going,” Jungkook said standing up. He was fully dressed already and had just been waiting for you, “It’s a party, nobody’s going to notice and if anybody calls you anything I’ll beat their ass.”
So you ended up going to Jimin’s place. You tried backing out at the last minute but Jungkook wouldn’t let you. You weren’t in a good mood. You wanted to go home, you didn’t want to deal with any awkward tension tonight but clearly that wasn’t up to you if Jungkook was dragging you here.
Jungkook knew you were mad but he just wanted you to come with. Well, you’re not dating yet since it’s only been two weeks since the first night you spent together but he likes you, probably the most he’s liked someone in a while. Was it so bad that he wanted to enjoy a night with his friends and you?
He took you by the hand leading you in ignoring your low remarks about wanting to go home.
Yoongi still didn’t know what to think.
He knew he couldn’t be as mad as he wanted to be. It’s not like you cheated on him but it sure did feel that way.
He knows you weren’t dating. He knows he never asked you to be his girlfriend, and honestly, he knows he didn’t want to put a label on it. That’s not the main problem.
The main problem is that you and his so-called best friend, went behind his back to fuck and then had the nerve to be disrespectful when confronted about it. You didn’t care if Jungkook had been messing around with Yeonwoo and Jungkook sure as fuck didn’t care that you were messing around with him.
He’s mad, yeah, but he can’t expect to never see Jungkook again. They’ve been friends for a long time and even if he felt a sort of way over it he couldn’t make his other friends react the same. That’s why when Yoongi saw Jungkook walk into Jimin’s apartment he wasn’t at all surprised.
He wasn’t surprised but he was definitely shocked and annoyed to see you right behind him holding hands as Jungkook led you around like you were his.
Absolutely no shame when Jungkook brought you to where Yoongi was with the others.
You looked anything but happy to be there telling Jungkook you want to leave over and over again.
“Hey,” Jungkook said with a smile as he did some handshake with the others before getting to Yoongi. Tension was already filling the air and he wouldn’t even bother looking at Jungkook, he was looking at you.
Of course Jungkook noticed the way he glared at you and that only made him stand in the way and cut off his stare, “Hey hyung.”
“I want a drink,” you muttered under your breath trying to find an excuse to get out and the others knew it too. That’s why Hoseok was jumping to his feet, “I’ll get one with you, Y/n.”
It was awkward for all of them, it really was. They wanted to dislike you for fucking around behind Yoongi’s back but they also couldn’t because you were now with Jungkook. They were both their friends and they don’t want to choose sides even if one is at fault.
“Careful Kook,” Yoongi warned as he watched you leave with Hoseok, “Don’t want Y/n going for one of your friends, do you?”
His jaw clenched, “I’m not worried.”
“Maybe you should be, it wouldn’t be Y/n’s first time jumping around between friends now would it—“
Jungkook stood directly in front of him now, the younger obviously taller, “Y/n chose me over you. So get over it.”
“You just got here,” Jimin said, not wanting his two friends to keep arguing.
Jungkook shrugged as he forced his glare back at Yoongi.
“Yeah, I’m already sick of being here.”
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the rules are simple: first one to take the virginity wins.
pairing: fuckboy!jk x f reader
genre: fluff, angst, college au, (post collage au), fuckboy au, bet au
word count: 16.7k
warnings: scenes with smutty undertones like someone being tied up naked, boob fondling, naked confessions, drunk (and ...horny) reader this time lol and sweetie gguk, a hunky gguk at the beach, a LOT of tears. and the biggest warning(disclaimer) of them all: i'm not a poet lol
It’s mid-December when you’re out with Jeongguk, Jin, Jin’s wife Sana, Tae, and Jimin and his girlfriend Ryujin.
After you’ve been sitting in a large booth on the upper floor for a while, getting just a tiny bit tipsy, you and Jeongguk soon find yourselves on the bottom floor, where the music is louder and the lights are lower.
He follows you into the dancing crowd, smiling back at you, entertained when you smirk at him and grip his shirt to pull him further along.
“So… you come here often?” you speak, throwing your arm around his neck and starting to move to the sensual beat.
Jeongguk laughs, his hands finding your hips. “Yeah,” he improvises, “I’m here basically every day. But I haven’t seen you around here.”
Your heart beats almost erratically at a list of things. The proximity between you, the feeling of his sturdy shoulders under your arm and his warm chest so close to yours. It skips a few beats at the familiar scent of him, and the way you can barely tear your eyes away from his. He peers down at you fondly and playfully, and you’re entirely lost in it.
“You might need glasses cause I’m also here everyday. In fact, I actually live here,” you gesture toward the dance floor that you’ve only visited once before.
Jeongguk shakes his head, “Oh, no, honey, there’s nothing wrong with my eyes, and I think you’re lying because I definitely would’ve noticed you.”
His words warm your veins, yet make a chill run over your skin. You press yourself closer to him.
For a while, you dance. A little bit of grinding, Jeongguk whispering things in your ear, and also a little bit of jumping when the DJ plays a really good song. And tons of laughter and smiling.
Then, Jeongguk decides that he wants more beer, and coincidentally enough, you have to visit the ladies’ room to pee out some.
Naturally, you agree to meet at the smaller bar on the bottom floor afterward, and so, you set out to find the bathroom.
There’s a bit of a line unfortunately, so it takes you around ten minutes to get into a stall, pee out all the beer and the little wine you’ve had, and wash your hands.
Then, the only thing remaining is to find your boyfriend again. It doesn’t prove to be very difficult; he’s at the place you decided to meet, but as you approach, you spot a woman next to him at the bar.
You don’t think very much of it at first–Jeongguk is a very attractive man, and it’s frankly inevitable that he’ll get hit on–but the closer you come, the more your forehead creases in confusion.
The woman is pretty tall and she’s honestly very beautiful. But Jeongguk looks… uncomfortable. Not massively so, but… well, you know him very well by now.
When you reach them, you tap Jeongguk’s shoulder, running your hand down his arm to hold his hand, “Hey, do you wanna find the others?”
He looks down at you, “Uh… uhm, yeah.”
“Who’s this?”
You turn your attention toward the woman, not expecting her to not take the hint. You hear Jeongguk introduce you over the music, “This is my, uh, girlfriend, Y–,” he says.
“Oh, you’ve got a new girlfriend?” she asks, also having to raise her voice over the music, and is that a flash of… distaste in her eyes?
“Well,” she continues when there’s no answer, “since you’re too busy to answer my calls, I guess I have to tell you this way. I’m pregnant. Four months.”
She lowers one of her hands, stroking it gently over her belly that appears pretty flat. Not that that tells you anything, some people take longer to show and others don’t show very much at all.
With your heart at a standstill, the first thing you do is look at Jeongguk. And he looks at you, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.
“No, that can’t be, I didn’t–we didn’t–”
Four months would mean that they had sex in… the middle of August. Which was when you were broken up. It also happened to be when Taehyung said that Tzuyu called.
Tzuyu.
“Are you gonna take responsibility for once, Jeongguk? Not try to lie your way out of it like you always do?”
You see how he struggles to find his words, the insecurity creeping back up again. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. The music is loud.
“Just this once, can you try to think of anyone but yourself?”
The thing is that Tzuyu looks genuine. There’s a crease of worry between her eyebrows, and she appears sincerely frustrated, maybe even distraught. Like she’s been trying to reach the fuckboy who got her pregnant but who doesn’t want to step up.
Your first instinct is always to believe the woman, but at this moment, you only think of one person. Jeongguk. You try to push the thoughts of a baby away. If she is pregnant with his child, then that complicates everything, but you’re not angry or upset because you were broken up.
You don’t like the thought that he went back to her, but you don’t blame him.
However, if there is no baby–or there is but it isn’t his–then she’s trying to sabotage her ex’s relationship, maybe in order to get him back.
Your brain is still processing the situation when you feel Jeongguk gently pull his hand from yours, but when you turn your head to look at him, he looks at her. His head is lowered slightly, and his posture isn’t the same as only ten minutes ago when he carried his head high and his back straight.
It’s a heartbreaking but instant realization that he’s trying to remove himself from you. Or rather, remove you from the mess he thinks he’s made.
“Nothing?” Tzuyu asks calmly, directed solely at Jeongguk.
His eyes flicker from side to side anxiously, but before he can try to say anything, you grab his hand again.
“Have you had an ultrasound?” you speak up, remaining polite and soft-spoken as you meet Tzuyu’s eyes when she turns to you. “At four months, you’ve probably had one done, right? And he would like to see the pictures. If you haven’t, then he wants you to make an appointment as soon as possible so he can go with you.”
It’s barely noticeable, especially in the low light, how she flutters her eyes in surprise, and you feel the weight of Jeongguk’s gaze on the side of your face.
“And he wants a paternity test as well, preferably before you deliver,” you continue, stroking your thumb over his skin.
“Are you accusing me of being a liar?” Tzuyu questions, her voice even louder than it needs to be.
“No, we just want to do everything right.”
“‘We?’ This is none of your business; it’s between me and him.”
For the first time, your voice turns stern, “No, you lost that right when you treated him like you did.”
“And who are you to decide that? Actually, who are you even? Me and Jeongguk go way back, and do I have to remind you that he came to me, which led to this,” she motions to her stomach, “in the first place.”
From appearing like any sane person just moments ago, you see how her true colors start to shine through. You heard Jeongguk introduce you as his girlfriend, but you’re not sure if she knows how long you’ve been together, and that, although broken up, he was with you in August. If she doesn’t, you don’t want to give her any more ammunition.
“He already told you I’m his girlfriend, and no offense, but are you five years old? It doesn’t matter who’s known him the longest, but if it’s so important to you, we first met in college.”
For half a second, Tzuyu’s eyes widen, and she looks between you and Jeongguk.
“College?”
“Yeah.”
She drops her shoulders. “You know what? Fuck you. You’ll be a shit father anyway.”
You blink at the sudden change as she pushes her way in between you, forcing your hands apart.
“Let him know when to take you to the hospital,” you call after her, but you don’t get much of a response except a half-assed wave.
Music still blaring, you turn to Jeongguk. He’s looking somewhere else, gaze lost avoidingly into the sea of people.
Gently, you reach for his hand, smiling when he looks down at you, and slowly intertwining your fingers.
His eyes are cautious, and you know. You know. Although tall and strong, it’s all in his eyes, so easy to read. It’s like being looked at by a helpless little deer kid, prepared to be abandoned. Bambi.
He wants to leave. You can tell that he considers it just to make it easier for you, even if it’s illogical.
“I’ve got you,” you say, perhaps a bit too quietly, but you’re certain he read it on your lips anyway.
His hand is warm in yours. You see him mumble a ‘why?’
“Let’s go outside.”
You lead the way, Jeongguk’s hand firmly held in yours the whole journey through the dancing and drinking people. Well outside, you take a deep breath. The December air is cold, and you didn’t bring your jackets, but there’s no need as you’ll return into the warmth soon enough.
“You okay?” you ask, attempting to meet his eyes, but he looks straight ahead at the street.
“Why would you do all this?”
“Do what? Defend you? Believe you?”
“Yes?” he turns his head to finally meet your eyes. His are serious and sad. “You know as well as I do that I only ever… my first–and often only–priority is always me, so why would you…”
“Stay?”
He quiets down and looks away again.
“Cause you’re my birdy, my pup, or whatever. I know you, and you said you didn’t go and see her, and even if you did, we were broken up, and you were free to do whatever. I wouldn’t be mad, I believe you. You’re my best friend and so far from selfish there is.”
You’re rambling, trying to get your point across. Jeongguk keeps his head straight, not looking at you beside him.
“Besides, did you see her when we left? She pulled her stomach back in and went to drink at the bar. She’s just trying to sabotage.”
It’s cold outside, the freezing air starting to get to you. You lean into his side.
A moment of silence passes. Your head is at a standstill while your fingers start to go numb.
“Are you okay?”
Surprised, you lean away to look up at his face. His eyes are on the way you’re holding his hand like your life depends on it.
“Yeah. I’m just trying to keep you from leaving me,” you laugh nervously. “Cause, if you leave me here all alone because of this, I think I’ll break.”
His eyes widen subtly, and he turns to face you entirely. “I’m not… I’m not leaving,” he assures, pulling you closer and hugging you to his chest. “It’s cold, let’s get inside.”
But your feet aren’t moving like his, and he has to stop and look back at you where you stand.
“Come here,” he nods, and when you don’t, he pulls on your hand until you’re in his arms. “Thank you for standing up for me. I’m not leaving. It’s… hard, it really is, but I’m not leaving. Now, let’s go get our stuff and say goodbye and we can go home, okay?”
“Okay,” you nod meagerly against his warm chest. You’re quick to let go when the first signs come, but not with Jeongguk. Not anymore. Even if it’s a pathetic attempt, you have to fight at least a bit.
At home in his apartment, you lie on top of him between the warm sheets, and you talk it out. How you definitely knew Tzuyu was faking but also how you wouldn't have left even if he found out he had a kid on the way. He offered to help you raise Namjoon’s baby, back when all you were were friends, and how could you do anything but the same for him? You love him.
Jeongguk tells you that it’s difficult to break old habits, but that he at least thinks he’s on the right path. Tzuyu never reaches out again.
Eventually, the day of Jeongguk’s first test arrives. At least according to him. It’s your first holiday together, not including Christmas because no one who is a part of a Christmas-celebrating society could ever evade its snowy claws.
It’s Valentine’s.
Valentine’s has never held much importance to you; you’ve never been with anyone who really wanted to celebrate it, and it honestly doesn’t matter a whole lot to you either.
Still, you buy a bracelet for Jeongguk, the same kind he really liked but accidentally broke when he forgot to remove it at the gym. And you pick up a single red rose on your way from the train station. Unfortunately, you had an early meeting in a different city and thus had to spend the previous night at a hotel.
Like always, you steer your steps toward Jeongguk’s apartment without as much as a glance toward your own. You tap your thumb and index finger together. You haven’t heard from him today, and that makes you a little nervous that today’s date might’ve slipped his mind.
It would definitely sadden you, but only because you know how shit that would make him feel. Especially now that you’ve gotten him a gift.
You could’ve reminded him, but you also know how bad it would make him feel like to have to be reminded. Or like you don’t trust him to remember.
So your plan is to not make a big deal out of it if it turns out that he has forgotten it.
The apartment is quiet when you unlock the door and step inside, and the moment you bend down to remove your shoes, you’re reminded how incredibly tired you are.
”Gguk?” You call, taking your jacket off too and hanging it on the coat rack. ”Love?”
To be on the safe side, you place the plastic-wrapped rose on the shelf for the moment.
”In the bedroom,” his voice rings.
Having missed him for more than twenty four hours, you immediately set your sight on the closed bedroom door.
You’re not sure what you expected Jeongguk to be doing inside, maybe napping or watching something on his laptop. Perhaps even cleaning out his closet.
What you didn’t expect was to be greeted by him in the bed, seemingly naked and tied up.
It makes you falter in your step as you take him in. His naked chest and arms, hands tied by rope to the headboard, his messy black hair, and the way the sheets rest just above his hips, dangerously low.
”How long have you been like that?” you ask, eyeing the rope. It doesn’t look like something he can get out of by himself. ”What if there was a fire or something?”
Jeongguk smiles, ”Don’t worry, I only slipped my hands into them as I heard you unlock the door.”
”Oh. Okay. Good. …So… why are you tied up?” you question, continuing to look him up and down. Truth be told, you’ve never seen anything more mouthwatering.
”Well, it’s Valentine’s—happy Valentine’s—and I remember you saying that you wished you could tie me up like two weeks ago? So… you can. Or, I mean, I am.”
You chuckle fondly, wrangling your sweatshirt from your body and leaving you in a t-shirt and jeans. ”Happy Valentine’s.”
Next to go are the jeans, and you catch Jeongguk’s wandering eyes as you slide them down your legs.
”But you do remember that I said I wanted to tie you up just so I could subject you to so much cuddling you’d probably die? Right?”
He watches you put a knee on the bed and then crawl toward him.
”I know. And I’m giving you the opportunity to do that, or just… whatever you want,” he smirks happily.
”So,” you start, your hand coming to rest at his sternum while you lean your weight on your other arm, ”your gift to me is… you?”
But your words aren’t very well-thought out, and you see his smile slowly fall and hesitancy color his eyes.
”Uh, no, I—I wasn’t sure what to get you, so I—there’s a present for you in the kitchen too, but this was just—”
”Gguk, I didn’t mean it like that,” you interrupt, his heartbeat strong under your palm.
”I’d rather have you and get to spend time with you than literally anything else.”
Jeongguk relaxes, and you smile, running your fingers up to trace his collarbones. ”Do you mind if I nap for like half an hour before deciding what to do with you? I couldn’t sleep at the hotel, so I’m absolutely exhausted.”
”Of course, you can do whatever you want,” he assures, confidence visibly creeping back up.
”Good,” you stand from the bed, pretending you don’t notice him staring at your ass as you flick the lights off.
It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness and as they do, you climb back into the bed, searching for Jeongguk’s warm body. Your hand touches his stomach, and you trail it down to grasp the duvet and pull it higher over your bodies.
”I missed you,” you whisper, laying your head on Jeongguk’s chest and releasing an exhausted breath. ”It’s so hard to sleep without you these days—oh, you really are naked,” you chuckle when you lower your hand and feel a bit more skin than you expected.
Jeongguk’s only response is to laugh at your discovery as if that wasn’t the whole point.
”I guess it’s only fair that I…” you sit up to pull the t-shirt over your head and chuck it—along with your bra—to the floor.
You pretend like you can’t make out the almost pained expression on your boyfriend’s face when you lie back down again.
”Aren’t you gonna release me?” He asks, bewildered. ”If you’re going to sleep?”
It makes you snicker, ”I don’t know, I think I’m pretty fond of this arrangement.”
You hear Jeongguk sigh in defeat and acceptance, but you still lift your head to look at his face. ”Is it uncomfortable?”
The reassuring smile he wears is sweet when he shakes his head. ”No, it’s fine. Sleep.”
But having your hands suspended at any angle for a longer period of time would make anyone uncomfortable, and so you sit up once more, hands reaching up to release him from the ropes.
”Don’t get too happy; I’m definitely tying you back up later. If you want, of course.”
But the smile on Jeongguk’s face only grows as he shakes the blood back into his fingers, and before you know it, you’re on your back, and he’s turned to the side, leaning over you.
”I thought you were supposed to be sweet, yet here you are, baring your boobs but not letting me touch.”
You chuckle at what’s become a recurring theme, and instinctively, your hands reach for his face.
”Oh, no,” he tuts playfully, leaning all his weight on his elbow and gathering both your wrists in his other hand like he’s become so fond of doing.
”Gguk,” you complain dramatically, ”I wanted to touch.”
”Oh, I know that, but did you ever think about me? I think it’s definitely my turn.”
Being exposed before his eyes isn’t scary, it’s more of a thrill that makes you hold your breath for a second or two. It’s not scary because although Jeongguk is a prime specimen of a man, putting literally everyone else to shame and appearing like he definitely knows it, there’s always that soft, loving hue to his eyes.
Jeongguk meets your gaze, and when he doesn’t find anything but love and happiness—and maybe a bit of a faux pout—he brings your wrists over your head to hold in his other hand.
His free hand mimics your earlier actions, trailing a straight line from the middle of your collar bones, down to your sternum. Then he traces the outer shape of your left breast, where the fat meets your ribcage.
You let him continue with his feather light ministrations, the touch intensifying your tiredness.
”Gguk,” you whine again, ”Let me…”
You see him tear his eyes from your breasts and look at your hands that are making grabbing motions. It makes him laugh.
”You should’ve thought of that before you decided to be weak.”
You pout. ”I know you want to, though. Just imagine… my hands in your hair… on your back…”
You’re too sleepy to start something sexual, you both know that. Despite your eyes being half-closed by now, you’re able to make out the flash of contemplation. It makes you smile happily, and you can’t believe you ever doubted Jeongguk’s need for physical touch. Your physical touch.
In the end, it wins and he lets go of your hands. A heavy sigh, containing only happiness and relief of being with someone you love, slips past your lips the moment he lowers his head enough for you to tangle your hands in his hair.
They work almost on autopilot, the movements of carding through his dark hair so familiar by now, and they only travel down to the top of his shoulders to hug him to you shortly before you lose your consciousness. You’ve never felt so safe, not with your body or mind. And not with your heart either.
Turns out that Jeongguk, except for gifting himself, also prepared to cook dinner, and when you later exchange gifts, he gives you a blue polaroid camera and the sweetest little pendant necklace. He never once forgets Valentine’s.
Speaking of cameras and pictures, not long after, Jeongguk reveals something to you.
You glance at yourself in Jeongguk’s bathroom mirror as you place your toothbrush into the cup and smoothen your hair down.
He turns his head when you step out, smiling at your outfit that consists of one of his large t-shirts and a pair of clean cotton panties. Otherwise, he’s exactly where you left him.
”Your turn,” you reach the bed, crawling on top of it to sit beside him. He’s truly a vision, lying naked and on his back, his softening cock resting on his lower stomach.
Your hand finds his warm chest that’s not heaving anymore. ”Or do you want me to clean you up?”
Jeongguk lifts his large hand to put it over yours. ”No, I’ll do it. Just… in a minute.”
Slowly, his smile falls, and he turns his focus onto the ceiling. ”I… need to tell you something.”
The change in mood, how his voice suddenly sounds both serious and nervous, starts to worry you.
”What is it?” You ask gently.
”You know… in college? When we… slept together?”
You pull your hand from out underneath his to lay it over it instead, your thumb stroking the back of it. ”Yeah?”
”Well, after… when you were asleep, I…”
You watch him gulp.
”I took a picture of you.”
You feel your eyebrows lift slightly as you consider his confession and what it means. You were naked and unconscious, and the way he seems so regretful forces you to wonder what the purpose was. Proof for the bet? That he succeeded in bedding a virgin? But you know he wasn’t with you for the bet anymore by then, so what makes him so nervous?
”I get that you probably think it was creepy, and I’m sorry. I—I was never going to show it to anyone, and I didn’t. It was just… for me. N—not to jerk off over or anything sexual, just as a memory.”
You bite your lip, eyes lingering on your hands. Although his worried words could creep you out, they don’t. You know Jeongguk, even back then, and you trust him. Besides, by how he tends to hate himself over the smallest things he considers mistakes, you don’t want to know how he’d deal with having spread nude and unconscious photos of you.
”Do you still have it?”
At that, he looks at you, seemingly surprised at your soft curiosity.
”Uh, yeah… I do,” he admits, looking away again as if he’d hoped you wouldn’t ask. “I’ll delete it right now if you want.”
”Can I see it?”
Surprised, he nods once, sitting up and reaching for his phone on the nightstand. You see him put his code into the device–a code you already know–and navigate through it.
He’s biting his lip nervously when he hands you the phone, awaiting your reaction.
You’re not exactly sure what you expected the picture to portray. Well, you, of course, judging by his words, but definitely not what you’re faced with.
The photo isn’t crystal clear like the ones Jeongguk’s expensive camera produces. It’s a bit grainy, obviously taken in a low-light setting. And you see yourself. You’re lying on Jeongguk’s chest, and sure, you look to be naked, but the picture is taken from above so all you see is the parts of your upper back that’s not covered by your hair.
The hair also covers some of your face, so it’s not even a hundred percent clear that it’s you. And the best part: Jeongguk. He looks carefree, smiling with his lower face nuzzled into your hair as well, and he looks into the camera with his big, brown eyes. He looks so young, so happy.
“I’ll still delete it if you want,” you hear from beside you.
But you hold the phone to your chest when you look up to meet his eyes. “Can I have it?”
Surprised, Jeongguk only nods, and you turn your attention back on the phone, sending it to your own device.
“You’re not upset?” he asks quietly, “not even a bit?”
“No,” you answer earnestly. “It’s not… you didn’t have bad intentions, and… I find it sweet. Besides, it’s the only picture of us from back then.”
“Yeah… I just couldn’t delete it. I’ve looked at it so much over the years, probably more than what was good for me, but I just…”
Jeongguk trails off, and you understand him, you really do. You don’t know if you would’ve looked at it if the roles were reversed, but you know you definitely wouldn’t have deleted it either.
“But now we can take all the pictures,” you grin before realizing something that makes your eyes widen.
“What?” Jeongguk questions, but you’re already off the bed, opening the drawer where he keeps some of his camera gear. And your blue polaroid camera.
“Give me your hand,” you ask as you’re starting it up, looking through the viewfinder.
“No, not my hands.”
You lower the camera from your face. He still doesn’t have a thread of clothing on his body, but his hands are what he’s worried about, “Why not?”
“Because they’re not nice?” he states before reaching for the camera. “I can take one of yours if you want?”
Your mouth is left open as you blink at him, and you definitely don’t let him take the camera. “Jeongguk, I’m taking full offense by that. Your hands are so nice. Look.”
His eyes leave yours, and you watch him lower them to take in the sight before him. Your hand holding his, slowly intertwining your fingers.
“Not only are your hands, like, very masculine and attractive to look at,” you smile cheekily, stroking the back of his hand against your cheek, “but they’re so warm. And they fit so well with mine. Not to brag but I’ve held a lot of hands in my days.”
He raises his eyebrows, making you laugh. “But yours are by far my favorite to hold. And not only do they help when mine aren’t strong enough, but you know exactly how to use them to make me feel better.”
Jeongguk’s smile grows suspiciously wide, and you stop to think about what you said.
“Gguk, I meant when my back hurts.”
“Yeah, but how am I supposed to think about anything else when my hands were touching a lot of other things like ten minutes ago?”
You roll your eyes, “Of course. I guess that just proves my point, doesn’t it? I love you, and your hands, and everything you use them for.”
You position your intertwined hands in the prettiest way you can before putting the camera to your eye once more. This time, he lets you, and a few seconds later, a small square polaroid comes out.
You’ve barely placed the camera and the picture, face down to develop, on the nightstand when Jeongguk pulls you down by your shirt. Landing beside him, you giggle as he pulls you closer.
“You know, I really can’t believe this,” he states, smiling cheekily.
“Believe what?”
“You know, I used to fantasize about you. Even when we were just friendly neighbors, I used to picture you in my clothes.”
The fabric of his white cotton t-shirt stretches as he pulls on it. “I thought about you, wearing them cause you missed me, but I never thought–”
Of course, you know what it is he never thought would happen. You and him being together.
“I like wearing them,” you admit. “Especially like this, when you’ve just worn them, and they’re still warm and smell like you.”
His smile widens, and he looks even more youthful than normally. “You like how I smell?”
“Gguk, I’ve told you already, yes. I love the way you smell. Both when you’re clean and wearing cologne but also when you’re in the middle of working out. It’s gotta be pheromones and biology,” you mumble.
It has to. Because even when he’s sweaty and the cologne’s worn off, Jeongguk smells so… attractive to you.
“Gotta be that monkey brain,” he swears, making you laugh.
“Definitely.”
With your head on your pillow, you close your eyes, but it isn’t long until you feel Jeongguk do something with your hair. For a minute, you let him, until you’re too curious.
“What are you doing?”
“You know what else I fantasized about?”
“Uh… my tits?”
He snorts, and you open your eyes.
“Yes. Always. But something that isn’t your body. Or well, I guess it’s sorta about your body.”
“Hmm, I don’t know?”
“I’ve always wanted to photograph you. Like this, intimate but not necessarily naked and with your hair all over the pillow. In my bed.”
So that’s what he was doing, positioning your hair into what would make a good picture.
“I hope you’ll let me do that someday. No one else has to see them if you don’t want to. Honestly, I’ve got so many ideas for shoots, if you’ll let me.”
You watch his face as he concentrates on a strand of your hair he keeps between his fingers. It brings you endless happiness that despite everything, Jeongguk followed his dreams and became a photographer, and the smile that pulls on your mouth surely reflects that.
“You’re saying I inspire you?”
“Of course. You’re the love of my life.”
You stop breathing. It’s one thing to know that he loves you, that you’re still his first love and possibly his last too, but it’s an entirely different thing to hear it. The love of his life.
He doesn’t look nervous even though you’re pretty much rendered speechless. He just looks happy, warm, brown eyes gazing down at you.
Finally, your words return to you, and you lift your hand to the back of his neck. “And you’re mine. I can’t say I’ll be a good model, but you can try if you want.”
“Doubt that. I think you’ll be perfect.”
Speaking of his profession, you’re reminded of another thing you’re sure you’ve talked about briefly but still want to bring up again, just to make sure.
“Also… I’m sorry for asking you to photograph the wedding.”
It’ll always fill you with guilt, knowing what pain you were inflicting on him, asking him to do that. And just as much, knowing that he would’ve done it without complaints.
“It’s okay,” he assures, and you believe him, that he’s worked through a lot of it. “Have you talked to him recently?”
You don’t need to hear his name to know who Jeongguk means. “Yeah. Around a week ago. I found an old shirt of his, so I asked if he wanted it back. Turned out to be his favorite shirt that he thought he lost years ago, so he said he’ll try to come by and pick it up.”
“Oh,” Jeongguk says, curious instead of saddened or suspicious. “...Do you miss him?”
You lift your hand to trace his jaw with your fingers absentmindedly, “Honestly, I think I do. But it’s… I sometimes miss him, just as a person? Someone who I shared a lot of my life with. A friend. It’s sad what had to happen to us, and I know it was my fault, so I guess… I don’t know. I don’t think about him every day, and I know the good days and moments didn’t outweigh the… bad match.”
“Do you feel guilty?”
“Yeah. But I know it was for his best too.”
Jeongguk plays with the hair behind your ear, looking deeper in thought than a minute ago.
“But you know, it couldn’t be clearer to me? I might miss him sometimes, a gloomy feeling in my chest, but when I think of you, having to part from you… it hurts. I missed you so much after college, and just the thought of not seeing you, I–”
You’re rarely this emotional, but something about the way he looks at you tonight has you choking up.
“Don’t cry,” he soothes, and you take a deep breath to blink the tears away before they escape. “I understand. You’re allowed to miss him, I don’t mind that, and I’m not worried.”
You wrap your arms around his neck, “I hope so dearly that he finds what I have, someone that means to him what you mean to me.”
Everything’s a blur. Well, not everything but some things are. You and Yuna have been dancing for what feels like hours and hours, until your surroundings were spinning a bit too much and you couldn't anymore.
At the moment, you’ve plopped down on the black leather seat of a booth, Yuna on the other side, and your eyes focus mindlessly on people still on the dance floor.
You start to feel tired after a while, but you’re not exactly sure how long you’re sitting there. A deep exhale leaves your lips as you rest your head on the table, your hair surely going everywhere.
It’s easy to say that you’re a bit more drunk than you’ve been in a very long time.
A hand starts to rub your shoulder, but you hardly notice until a voice also calls your name. Tiredly, you lift your head, a smile immediately pulling on your lips when you’re faced with your favorite pair of brown eyes.
“Gguk?”
He hums, hands fixing your hair and tucking it behind your ear.
“What… you doing here?” you ask, and to no surprise at all, it comes out… a bit slurred.
“Yuna called me,” he smirks, nodding his head toward your friend who holds her phone to her ear, also looking tired as hell. Maybe a little less than you, though. “Yoongi’s on his way for her.”
“And you came for me?” you can’t help the adoring pout from forming.
Jeongguk laughs, grasping your arm. “Of course. Now, can you walk outside by yourself? I’d carry you but people might think I’m kidnapping you.”
You nod, letting him help you out of the booth, and with his support, you’re able to walk. After hearing Jeongguk greet Yoongi, you turn to wave goodbye to Yuna–you know you’ll be texting in the morning anyway–and allow Jeongguk to lead the way.
He walks slowly, and you hold onto his arm maybe a little too tight. When you catch a whiff of him and are reminded how incredibly good he always smells, you can’t resist leaning your head against his arm too, sneakily sniffing him.
He’s dressed in a basic black sweater and jeans on the baggier side, and he looks so good. As you follow him through the crowded bar, you close your eyes, imagining… him.
He’s yours, and he’s perfect, and he’s kind, and he’s lovely.
And he’s hot. Stupidly fucking sexy.
Before you know it, you’re sitting in the passenger seat of Jeongguk’s car, and he’s leaned over you to fasten your seatbelt. Which you won’t deny is kinda cute of him. But it also leaves you once again enveloped in his masculine scent, and you think your heart might somersault out of your chest.
“There,” he steps back, smiling down at you happily in the most devastating way that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle. God damn him for having such a hold on your heart.
Unknowing of your thoughts, he closes the door and rounds the car to get inside on the driver’s side.
You watch his hands as he starts the engine, and you let out the biggest breath you think you’ve ever taken. Jeongguk glances at you briefly with a curious look.
“I’m so happy I found you again,” you slur, feeling almost like you’re about to cry.
Jeongguk just chuckles, filled with fondness. “Technically, wasn’t it me who found you again?”
“What?”
“Yeah? I approached you, so technically, I found you.”
You narrow your eyes, choosing to look out the window, “Don’t make me take it back.”
Jeongguk’s laughter fills the car, and you feel him grasp your hand. It’s sweet, the way he holds it, and he even brings it to his face to kiss the back of it.
However, somehow, you dropped your mind and it ended up in the gutter. All you can think of at that moment is his mouth. His lips and his tongue and his teeth. You think back to him between your legs, how he places kiss after kiss just like that one on your legs, higher and higher until he–
You squirm in the car seat, and Jeongguk lowers your still intertwined hands to focus on the road.
Five minutes later, and he pulls up at your shared street. Unsurprisingly, he exits the car and heads over to your side, opening your door while you're still struggling with the seatbelt. It looks like he wants to help you, but it snaps open right before he can.
Like a real gentleman, Jeongguk offers you his hand and pulls you up and out of the car, closing the door behind you and locking the car.
“Now…” he starts, and you’d recognize that spark of mischief anywhere, even when you’re plastered.
Your eyes widen when the ground disappears from under your feet, but you’re experienced enough by now to automatically hook your arm around his neck as he carries you bridal style toward the heavy door.
It takes you two tries to enter the code and thirty seconds to even remember it in the first place. Meanwhile, Jeongguk is just waiting patiently. Maybe also quietly chuckling.
He then carries you to the elevator, where you at least manage to press the number six on the first try.
Being carried by him makes your drunk heart melt, but it doesn’t help very much with how you were feeling in the car. Or even the bar.
Because underneath the sweatshirt, you can feel practically every solid muscle in his arms and chest. Completely unashamed, you stare at him through the mirror in the elevator, not even reacting when he raises a brow at you back.
It’s just everything about him. His fucking hair, framing his face so perfectly, even when it’s still pretty short. And his neck… you turn your head. You’re able to see the faintest outline of that huge fucking vein that really pops out when Jeongguk’s doing strenuous exercise, and you want really really badly to kiss his neck.
Unfortunately, the elevator dings right then, and Jeongguk steps out. You lean your head against him as he walks to his door, and then you sigh when he has to let you down to open the door.
Surely, picking up on it, he wastes no time in picking you back up though when you’re both inside and your shoes are off.
“Time for bed,” he smirks, but doesn’t steer his steps toward the bedroom but the bathroom. “But let's get your makeup off first.”
“Nooo, Gguk, I’m too tired,” you whine, closing your eyes and going limp in his arms to prove your point.
For a second, he stops. Then he turns around and enters the bedroom instead. You keep your eyes closed even as he lays you down on the bed and leaves the room.
It’s quiet and peaceful for a moment. At least a bit, truth be told, your ears still ring a tad from the bar’s loud music.
Then you feel something kinda wet against your cheek.
“What’re you doin?” you ask, struggling a bit to open your eyes.
“I know you’ve said you feel bad if you sleep in your makeup,” he answers warmly, “So I’m removing it.”
It’s your makeup wipes he’s using, you realize. You also note that he’s very careful, wiping the black eyeliner and mascara from your eyes before taking a new wipe and going over the rest of your face.
If you were sober, you’d gush to yourself about how nice it feels, not only to have Jeongguk’s gentle hands on your face, but to be cared for like that.
“Okay, I’m done. Now, sit up.”
A bit unwillingly, you flutter your eyes open again. Jeongguk is sitting on the bed beside you, holding your toothbrush out to you in one hand and a cup in the other.
“Or do you want me to brush your teeth too?” he jokes, but once again, if you were sober, you would’ve thought about how he doesn’t look like he’d mind all that much.
With a quiet huff–that grants another chuckle from Jeongguk–you sit up and accept the toothbrush. He sets the cup down on the bedside table before he disappears into the bathroom.
Left alone, you decide to just get the brushing over with, stopping once your mouth is full of foam to spit it out in the cup. Turns out that the task also wakes you up a bit, and when you’re done, you think that you might as well go and put the things back in the bathroom.
You don’t know what you expected because Jeongguk has most likely never in his entire life slept voluntarily in a shirt, but when you enter the bathroom, you’re faced with his naked back.
“You done?”
Your head snaps up, and you meet his eyes through the mirror above the sink. He’s just putting back his own toothbrush and turns to take yours as well, rinsing it and the cup before placing them back.
It’s when you see him (un)dressed for bed, in only a pair of black shorts that you remember that you’re still in your black jeans and intricate top. Fittingly, you also spot the t-shirt he must’ve been wearing under the sweatshirt, laying discarded over the washing machine.
Almost too happily, you grab it, smiling cheekily when Jeongguk notices what you’re doing.
“No, not that one. It’s dirty,” he warns, but you hold it up briefly, and there aren’t any stains on the white fabric.
“No, it’s not,” you bring it to your face to breathe in his scent. It smells just like him and not bad or dirty in any way.
“Give it,” he warns, but you can tell even in your drunken state that he’s not all that serious. And you want it.
“No.”
He tries to swipe it from you, but you hold it to your chest with everything you’ve got. “Gguk, I’m not giving up. It’s mine.”
“Fine,” he sighs in defeat, still smiling in amusement.
When he goes to wash his face, and you’re certain he won’t try to steal it from you again, you pull your top over your head and thereafter unhook your bra. They fall to the floor, and you put Jeongguk’s shirt on.
Usually pretty good at picking up your stuff, you decide to leave your clothes in a pile on Jeongguk’s bathroom floor, adding your jeans to it after pushing them down your legs.
However Jeongguk, still smiling as he turns around after having dried his face on a towel, doesn’t share your intentions and bends down to pick them up. He places them where he originally put his clothes, and then he approaches the door and you.
You back up as he comes closer, noticing how his smile smoothly turns into a very attractive smirk. He’s so… so.. attractive. So gorgeous, so stunning.
“Time for bed, okay?”
You peer up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Carry me?”
He laughs, but closes the distance to pick you up–by your thighs this time–for the nth time only that night. Like always, you wrap your arm around his neck, enjoying the feeling of his warm muscles through your–his–shirt.
He heads for your side of the bed and tries to lay you down again, but you don’t let go of his neck, instead you wrap your other arm around it too.
“Are you gonna let go so I can get in bed too?”
“No.”
“No?” he chuckles. One of your hands ventures just below the back of his neck to feel his shoulder muscles.
“Gguk?”
“Hmm?”
“I need you to rail me.”
He stills, but doesn’t redirect his gaze from your face. You think you hear him let out an amused breath, but you can’t really focus on that because soon after, you feel his hand on your naked thigh.
The touch is light, just his fingers stroking slowly over the skin on your outer thigh.
“I want to do everything you ask of me, believe me,” he smiles down at you. “But not that. Not while you’re drunk.”
“But you’ve fucked me while I was drunk before,” you pout, arms pulling him closer. “And you’re so hot, I want you all over me. And in me. Please, Gguk? I want you.”
“Yeah, when I was drunk too,” he chuckles. “It’s different like this; I’m not gonna do it.”
If you were sober, you would’ve moved on already, but drunk you is not as clear in the head, and she keeps sulking.
“You know what?”
“What?” you ask, entirely mesmerized by Jeongguk’s pretty face.
“If you’re a good girl and go to sleep now, I’ll ‘rail you’ tomorrow.”
“Promise?”
“Sure.”
“Okay then.”
He waits for you to let go of him, but you don’t.
“Honey, you gotta let go of me so I can sleep too.”
“Can I kiss you at least? Not even with tongue, just a kiss?”
Laughing quietly, Jeongguk nods, and you immediately press your lips against his. But you can’t really stop yourself from also moving your mouth and pressing short kisses to the rest of his face. He laughs but lets you kiss him all you want.
“Best boyfriend ever. And so sweet and kind. Love you so much I think I might die.”
“Don’t die, please. Are you done?” he questions when you loosen your hold on him just enough to look at his face.
“No, never!” But before you can kiss his cheek for the seventh time, Jeongguk ducks under your arms. “What? No,” you whine.
“Hold on,” he chuckles as he rounds the bed, “I’m just getting into bed.”
With half-closed eyes, you watch him get under the duvet only to hold it open for you, and you don’t need more of an invitation than that.
Your head is pounding when you wake up the next morning. The sun shining through the blinds is too bright, and you groan quietly.
Right then, Jeongguk enters the bedroom, holding a tall glass of water in one hand and something small in his other. He gives you an empathic look.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like death,” you reply, trying to look at him properly but it’s too bright. You can at least tell he hasn’t gotten dressed yet, still shirtless and in the shorts he slept in.
“Figured. Here, take this and you’ll hopefully feel better.”
You sit up and reach your hand out to take the painkillers from him. Once you’ve popped them into your mouth, he hands you the glass, and you chase them down with the water.
Placing the half-empty glass on the bedside table, you lie back down with a huff.
“Sleep some more?” Jeongguk assumes, and you nod in response.
“Okay,” he heads back toward the door, “let me know if you need anything. And of course, when you’re feeling better, it seems like I have some railing to do.”
His teasing words have you almost choking on your own saliva, and when you sit up halfway to look at him just as he’s leaving the room, he’s smirking, clearly very entertained.
“You’re a menace!” you call, hearing his laughter.
With warm cheeks, you bury your face in your pillow.
At around two p.m., you flutter your eyes open, finally feeling better. At least good enough to leave the bed.
So you do. But you don’t bother getting dressed, instead exiting Jeongguk’s bedroom in just his shirt and your panties.
The TV sounds through the apartment and you soon find him in the living room, still shirtless and tapping away at his laptop.
You’ve had some time to… uh, consider your actions from the night before, and you know you’re a single suggestive word from Jeongguk away from blushing.
He looks up at you when you approach, but the smile he gives is more sweet than smug.
“Feeling better?”
You nod, grabbing a blanket from the armrest because it is a little bit chilly in your current outfit. It makes you miss the warmth of his bed.
He places the laptop beside him on the couch, and you take the opportunity to climb onto his lap with the blanket hanging from your shoulders and cuddling up to him.
“You’re so warm,” you groan, leaning your head against his neck and placing your hands against his chest.
Jeongguk rubs your back soothingly and you can hear his chuckle.
“By the way, I’m sorry for yesterday. For being annoying and, uh, coming onto you like that.”
“Oh, absolutely don’t worry about that. If anything it was cute and quite entertaining. Kinda also pretty good for my confidence. I’m sorry for teasing you about it.”
You straighten up on his lap, now able to look him in the eyes. “Gguk, don’t apologize. You know that I think you’re funny? And that I think it’s even funnier when you think you’re funny. Besides, you were a lot more teasing in college and it didn’t exactly stop me from falling head first for you.”
He pulls you closer, gazing up at you lovingly. “And if your confidence wasn’t great before last night, I’m sure it’s perfectly fine now with the way I was stroking your ego,” you huff.
At least Jeongguk took your words to heart, because what he says next makes you gasp.
“It wasn’t the only thing you wanted to stroke last night.”
“Jeongguk, oh my God!”
As soon as you’re able to pick your jaw off the ground, you lower your hands to Jeongguk’s naked sides to tickle him. He laughs, more so because of your reaction than your tickling, but you don’t care.
Eventually, you stop, trailing your hands back up his chest and to his face as you’re both catching your breaths. “I love you, Gguk. Just the way you are, without any filters.”
“I’ll make you regret saying that,” he jokes.
“Doubt it,” you smile happily before taking on a cheekier tone, “Also…”
Eyebrows raised, Jeongguk hums questioningly.
“…I think you have some railing to do.”
He blinks a few times before his lips form a smirk, “Oh? Well, your wish is my command.”
And with one hand on your back, he manages to somehow lay you down on your back on the couch and lean over you, looking like a literal dream with his slightly messy black hair and teasing eyes. You’re so happy, and your cheeks hurt from smiling.
“I mean, only if you want to.”
“Honey, you do know that all you’re wearing is panties and my shirt, right? I couldn’t resist you even if I wanted to.”
The seasons change, and soon, winter melts away.
When summer arrives–your first as a couple–it’s only natural that you tag along to Jin and Mina’s vacation house. By now, Jeongguk is much more relaxed around you and his friends, to the point where they aren’t as scared to tease him anymore. For a long while, they walked on eggshells around him. Well, sometimes they still do, at least when it comes to certain topics, but not as much.
“So what would you pick for me, then? There are two that people usually pick for me, can you guess them?”
You concentrate on Tae’s face where he sits on the other side of the wooden outdoor table. He keeps a neutral face, skin sun-kissed and black hair slightly bleached.
“I have no idea. Penguin?”
“Penguin?!”
“Yeah?” you shrug, “Is that so weird?”
“Yes? People usually say tiger or bear.”
“Oh. Well, I can sorta see it, but I wouldn’t say it was very clear. Not like…
“Jeongguk.”
“Jeongguk. Okay, I can agree on that one,” Taehyung says, observing the man sitting beside you.
“Yeah, I don’t usually go around, liking people to animals, you know, but I’ve never seen anyone resemble a deer so much.”
Taehyung’s eyes widen, “A deer?! Are you crazy, woman?”
You look at him questioningly before turning to your boyfriend, inspecting his face like you don’t spend most of your waking time gazing lovingly at him.
“...Kangaroo?”
“Okay, you’re mental. You’re supposed to know him better than anyone, but you can’t even tell that he’s a bunny?”
“A bunny?”
Your face is colored by confusion as Taehyung rises from his seat. “Yes.”
“I don’t know. I mean… it’s the Bambi eyes for me. So either a deer or a kangaroo. Kangaroos are basically just jacked up deer that are able to walk–hop–upright. Boxing and all that too.”
“I get your point,” he hums, grabbing your boyfriend by the hair. Jeongguk, who was reading something on his phone, lets him but narrows his eyes.
“What are you doing?” you ask, watching him attempt to start a fire with Jeongguk’s hair between his hands.
Taehyung steps back, smiling proudly when one side of Jeongguk’s hair stands upright, like a… cone? Quickly, he nods to himself and repeats the process on the other half.
“Look at this. Ggukkie, do the thing.”
“No.”
“Yes, do the thing.”
“Fine,” Jeongguk sighs, looking at you and scrunching his nose. Even his front teeth peek out, and it’s absolutely the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.
“Oh god,” you gasp. “Tae, you’re right.” Naturally, your hands fly to Jeongguk’s face, holding it in your hands with wonder in your eyes. “You are so cute. My bunny.”
Slightly more accepting of your shenanigans than Tae’s, Jeongguk lets you squish his cheeks and kiss his pouty lips.
“Love you too, bye.”
After ending the call to your mother, you lock your phone and place it into your pocket. You hadn’t talked to her in a week, so she had lots to say. About thirty minutes of it, actually.
When you return to Taehyung and Jeongguk, Jin and Jimin have joined as well, talking amongst themselves. As you near the table, you let yourself take in the sight of your boyfriend’s back. He’s wearing a black t-shirt with his black shorts, and you particularly like… well, his back.
Reaching him, you drape yourself over him from behind.
“Hi,” you greet quietly, not wanting to interrupt whatever they were talking about, and you place your hand and the apple you’d retrieved from the house in front of his face.
Jeongguk holds your hand still as he takes a bite, mumbling something to Jimin soon after.
You’re in the middle of very discretely sniffing Jeongguk’s hair when a call of your name grabs your attention. Turning your head, you find Jin looking at you, and soon enough, the rest of the guys too.
“Was there a certain time when you realized you loved Jeongguk? Like, do you know the exact moment you fell in love?”
“Yeah,” you answer casually, taking a bite of the red apple.
“Really? When?” Jin wonders, and you feel a surprised and curious Jeongguk try to turn his head in order to look at you.
Unable to see your boyfriend’s face, you ask him, “You remember when we used to study in the library?”
“Yes?”
“That one time when you first complimented my nails?”
“Yeah…”
“You also warmed my hands in yours, and I knew then.”
“What?” he breathes, “But that was… It was…”
“Early on?” you continue for him, “Yeah, but you were so sweet to me. And funny. I felt like I got to know you so quickly, and you really brightened my mornings. I just really enjoyed being around you, so honestly, I was down bad before it even started.”
“He’s crying!” Jin laughs, clapping his hands together.
Jeongguk huffs, doing something with his hands you can only guess is drying his tears. “No, I’m not!”
“Told you, you owe me twenty!”
You gasp, “You guys are mean, betting on who can make him cry,” you scold, hugging Jeongguk to your body and rubbing his arm.
“We didn’t. We were just talking about the fact that he’s not as big of a crybaby anymore. He only really cries for one person.”
“Yeah,” Jimin adds, “It’s kinda cute, actually. He’s all tough now, but anything remotely sentimental from or about you, and he’s weeping.”
“Dude, why didn’t I pick her as my target? She’s so sweet–I want someone to be sweet to me, too,” Taehyung complains, making you roll your eyes. If you know one thing, it’s that he does not have the hots for you in any way.
“Why does everyone think I’ll love just anyone?” you question.
“Because you do?” Taehyung replies, one brow raised. “You literally just said that you loved Jeongguk after, like, two weeks.”
“It was more than two weeks. Besides, I’d already had my eyes on him for quite some time.”
“Oh?” Jin voices, curiously leaning in.
You also think you hear Jeongguk utter a surprised ‘what?’ as he tries to look back up at you again, this time more successful, and you meet his wide eyes.
“I meant, like, appreciating you from afar. In a totally non-creepy way. Everyone knew who all of you were, and I just thought you were handsome.”
“Why didn’t you talk to me?” he asks, sounding almost distraught.
“Cause I knew you wouldn’t have spared me a second look,” you smile, “We were in totally different leagues.”
“Definitely not true, you’re actually a lot prettier than him,” Jin assures, making you laugh.
“I just knew nothing would come of it. We were in different social circles, and I knew you were into more… casual things. I wasn’t, so it wouldn’t have worked out. Besides, for a period of time, I had a boyfriend.”
“Oh, yeah. Asshole,” Jeongguk grumbles.
He continues to complain, and you smile as you hug him tightly.
“I mean, I get why you didn’t talk to me cause I was an ass too, but I still think you should’ve.”
You just chuckle and kiss his cheek.
You’re really, really fond of Jin and Mina’s vacation house. It’s been three days out of seven, and so far, you’ve had a blast.
On the third day, you all squeeze into two cars with the beach as your destination, and the boys are incredibly excited. Remembering when you first met Jeongguk again and he told you that they only play soccer ‘on the beach, during the summer,’ it’s clear that this is what he meant.
You’re not exactly a soccer talent, yourself, so you settle for lying down on your towel with Mina and Ryujin to soak up the sun.
Unpacking the towel and the book you’re currently reading, the bottle of sunscreen also tumbles out of your bag. You’ve already applied a layer, but as you peer over to the big bag of stuff that the guys brought, you see them excitedly unpack a ball and, while tackling each other over it, run toward the goal posts sticking out of the sand in what could be considered quite a sad excuse for a soccer field. Not that they seem to mind.
“Gguk,” you call, “sunscreen, please.”
“Yes, in a minute,” he calls back, and you see Jimin hit his shoulder softly, most likely teasing him.
“Now, please.”
Defeated, he says something to the rest, probably to continue dividing themselves into teams, before he jogs up to you.
He’s smiling when he reaches you, “Hey.”
“Hey,” you reply, taking in the sight of your incredibly hunky boyfriend. He’s wearing black swimming trunks, matching his dark tattoos and even darker hair. It’s been maybe four months since he cut it last, meaning that it’s at his preferred length, almost obscuring his vision. You, yourself, haven’t been able to make up your mind. Every time he switches the style of his hair up, you think you fall in love all over again.
Not only that, but two months ago, he surprised you with a lip piercing. The silver ring glimmers in the sun where it sits snug around his bottom lip, and it moves when he talks.
Sometimes, or honestly, more than he probably should, he plays with it. You try to remind him not to bite at it to spare his teeth and the not fully healed piercing, but he forgets. And, he looks insanely hot, concentrating on something and biting his lip.
“You have to take care of yourself, okay? For me at least?”
“Yeah, sorry, it’s just that I’m so excited.”
You grin, incredibly endeared, and open the bottle.
“Oh, I can do it, you don’t have to. I’m a grown man, after all.”
You ignore his smirk, squirting some into your hand before offering him the bottle. “I can help do your back?”
He only nods at that, turning his back to you. But as soon as you lay your eyes on his wide back, you realize you might’ve overestimated yourself. How could you just slather some sunscreen on him when he’s so… tan, and when you put your sunscreen-free hand on him, he’s so… warm…
You’re only human, and you do end up breaking and wrapping your arms around his waist instead. Only wearing a bikini, he’s so warm and firm against your skin, and Jeongguk, who’s started applying the white cream to his arms, only chuckles at your dreamy sigh.
“I love you,” you mumble earnestly with your cheek pressed against his back.
“I… know?”
His slight hesitancy makes you snort, and he tries to look at you from over his shoulder. You tighten your arms around his waist.
“What am I supposed to say when I’m not allowed to say it back?”
“I don’t know, and you are allowed to say it back, but you have to agree that it relieves a lot of pressure to not be expected to, right? I know that you love me, and you know that I love you, and it shouldn’t be expected as a response. You say it because you want to, when you want to.”
“No, you’re definitely right. It’s just that you say it so much that I never get the chance to? I wanna have a nice moment and tell you that I love you, but you always beat me to it. In fact, not only do you grab the nice moments, but you hoard all the moments.”
“Well, that sounds like a you problem. You gotta improve your game,” you shrug. “Get good, you know?”
“I’ll remember that,” he threatens vaguely while chuckling. “Also, weren’t you supposed to sunscreen my back? I’ll need to get back before Jin starts to scream.”
“Yes, but what if you just stay here with me? We can lie on my towel and… hug.”
“Scandalous,” Jeongguk laughs, hoisting your arms higher on his abdomen to spread sunscreen in their previous place.
“Hey! Need him back!” someone calls, and you huff, reluctantly letting go and straightening up.
“Sorry, Jin, a minute!” you inform, finally running your sunscreen-filled hand over Jeongguk’s back. You have to make a conscious effort to not start massaging the spots you know are usually sore, because you feel like his friends won’t ever invite you again if you’re only going to hold your boyfriend hostage.
To make it even harder for you, Jeongguk groans and shifts to give you better access. You don’t even think he does it consciously, just by habit. After all, massaging him after the gym really is a cherished routine.
Soon enough, you pat him on the back, a signal that you’re done, and he turns to give you a small kiss as thanks, also mumbling an ‘I love you’ before he leaves.
You smile to yourself as you watch him jog to the others, unknowing of the thick layer of sunscreen on his right shoulder and how, hopefully, it’s gonna leave him with tan lines in the shape of a heart.
Karma definitely catches up to you soon enough, though.
You’re lying on your towel, eyes closed and the book having been abandoned on your bag next to you, when the sun clouds over. You crease your forehead. The forecast didn’t say anything about clouds, and there certainly weren’t any in the sky like… thirty seconds ago.
So you open your eyes.
“Hi,” a smirking Jeongguk greets, standing over you and blocking the sun. “We’re taking a break,” he informs, and behind him, you see Taehyung talking on the phone to someone.
“Oh?” you rise to your elbows, looking up at him. He’s grinning and visibly affected by exercise, his chest still moving rapidly.
“Yeah. So, I thought I’d take you up on that offer of yours.”
“My offer? You mean hugging?” you chuckle, sitting up.
He sets his knees on your towel, reaching for your water bottle, “Yes.”
You watch fondly as he gulps down the water, one drop escaping his mouth to trickle down his neck and onto his chest.
“You know, this is really great. Seeing you have so much fun.”
He moves the bottle from his lips, wiping his mouth with his forearm. “Yeah, this is like the best part of the year. And with you here too? Why are you looking at me like that for?”
“I just think you’re very sweet and handsome. Like, incredibly so.”
“Are you saying you have a crush on me?” he jokes, placing the bottle back beside your bag.
“Yes. The biggest, fattest crush that’s ever crushed. But it seems I’m not the only one.”
“Huh?”
“Three o’clock. The row of women conveniently turned right about this way?”
Discreetly, at least enough, he turns his head. “Oh.”
You snicker at his reaction, wondering if he just hadn’t even noticed the audience as him and his hot friends showed off their athleticism.
“Hmm. Are you… jealous?” he asks, peering down at you with nothing but trouble in his eyes.
“No.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I know that you're mine. And why would I deny them the pleasure of watching you? If anything, I wanna show my incredibly talented and hot and sweet boyfriend off.”
“Possessive? I like it.”
“That’s what you gathered?” you ask, tilting your head and watching as he gets on all fours and slowly closes the distance. “What are you up to?”
“Just making sure they know,” he says, his face mere inches from yours. “I mean if anyone was wondering.”
He’s smiling happily right up until the moment he touches his lips to yours. It’s still a bit of an odd feeling, the warm metal against your mouth, but you definitely don’t mind. He knows that too, that you’re only ever supportive of how he chooses to express himself.
“There are kids here,” you mumble smilingly against his mouth, and he pulls away.
“I know,” he pouts, “but we can still hug.”
“Gguk!” you hear Jimin call, and you chuckle at how Jeongguk shuts his eyes in disappointment.
“Go,” you assure quietly, “have fun. You and I have all the time in the world.”
It’s four p.m. when Jin steps on something hard in the sand and hurts his foot enough not to want to continue and instead limps dramatically to the little kiosk and its ice cream line. With the majority of your focus on your phone, you note how Taehyung and Jimin plop down on their towels next to Ryujin.
“Play with me.”
Once again, Jeongguk stands before you, happiness and mischief oozing from him.
“Soccer?” you question with your eyebrows raised in surprise.
Jeongguk nods enthusiastically.
“Gguk, I’ll die.”
Although you wholeheartedly enjoy seeing him do physical activities from a few feet away, men in general, and not least your boyfriend, tend to be… intense. You know that he would never intentionally hurt you, but war flashbacks still fill your mind of your junior high class playing soccer and the guys being so set on winning that they neither realized nor cared that they knocked (smaller) people over.
“Oh, come on,” he pleads, “It’s just you and me, and you know I’d never let you get hurt.”
With no further arguing from your side, you’re gently pulled up off the towel and onto the small soccer field.
“Try to score,” Jeongguk instructs, and it’s only then, when he places the ball in front of your feet that you realize what he’s planning. Smirking, he walks backward until he reaches the old and worn goalposts, void of anything resembling a net.
“I’ll break my toes off?”
He chuckles at your bad excuse and gets into position, “The ball is soft. Just make sure to score.”
It’s the way evil flickers in his eyes and pulls on his lips that has you suspecting foul play. That look is seldom good.
“You can’t chase me if I don’t,” you warn because hunting you down while you squeal in horror has proved to be one of his favorite things to do.
Jeongguk shrugs, which only confirms it for you, and you point at him. “You’re gonna chase me, aren’t you?”
“Then make sure to score,” he teases.
“So you admit it?”
He smiles, “No. Now, just do it.”
Sighing, you eye the ball and your boyfriend, who’s gotten into the typical goalie stance with his knees bent, feet apart, and his hands out. In response, your adrenaline spikes.
It’s not that you’re scared of Jeongguk because he’s truly the sweetest man, especially to you, and you know he’d probably never forgive himself if he ever hurt you, but being chased is just… terrifying. It’s fun, you won’t lie, but it’s terrifying.
The ball lies approximately thirty feet from the goal, and you know that, especially in sand, you’ll never be able to outrun someone as fast and athletic as Jeongguk, even with a thirty feet head start.
Additionally, even though there’s a zero percent chance of you scoring against him, you’re a hundred percent he’ll chase you even if you do.
Still, and much to Jeongguk’s amusement, you start to back up slowly, your eyes on the ball. Step after step, you back up, until you see both his and hear his friends’ confusion. Surely, you don’t need that much space to reach an appropriate speed?
But you know you were doomed to fail from the start, so why even try? Instead of running up to the ball, you turn, and you dash in the opposite direction, running for your life and satisfied with your maximized head start.
In the distance, you hear Jeongguk shout a confused “What the…” but also the sound of his feet hitting the sand as he sprints to catch you.
Luckily, you spot Jin, still at the kiosk but now with half an ice cream cone in his hand, and you pray that you’ll be able to reach him before Jeongguk catches up. Jin probably doesn’t care too much about protecting you, but if there’s anything he won’t decline, it’s a good brawl with Jeongguk.
“Jin! Help!” you squeal as you reach him, barely having time to round his body and put him between you and Jeongguk before your boyfriend reaches you. “I’ll buy you two new ice creams!”
Jin licks his ice cream casually but doesn’t mind you holding onto him as a human shield. “Why would I get involved in your little lovers’ quabbel?”
“He said you were getting too old to play soccer,” you lie from behind his back.
“What the fuck?” Jin exclaims, and from what you can see of Jeongguk as you peer around Jin, his eyes widen comically.
“I did not.”
“You little fucker, you think you’re gonna be young forever or what?” Jin scolds as he pushes the remainder of his ice cream into his mouth, which is honestly quite impressive.
As the guys start to push at each other–Jeongguk to get to you and Jin to protect you only to spite Jeongguk–you back up, happy with your plan.
Unfortunately, Jin doesn’t spend a ridiculous amount of hours at the gym like Jeongguk, and it’s only a matter of time before he’s sidestepped. But not after they tumble around on the ground for a moment, sand flying everywhere.
As soon as he sees that he’s been overcome, Jin gives up and calls ‘good luck’ at you. Similarly, the moment his friend is no longer an obstacle, Jeongguk sets his eyes on you.
“Oh, you little… I’m coming for you,” he threatens, and you turn to dash away again, but of course, with only a few rapid steps, he’s caught up, and you’re lifted off the ground.
He laughs at your screams, immediately carrying you toward a specific destination. “How about you and I go for a little swim, huh?”
“No,” you whine, but you’ve stopped struggling, “The water’s cold.”
“You haven’t even felt the water,” he chuckles, “It’s surprisingly warm.”
“You’re a menace,” you groan as he continues into the water.
“And you’re a cheating liar.”
“Touché.”
Since he’s holding you bridal style, the water reaches your butt first, and you have to agree that it’s definitely not as cold as you thought. Additionally, Jeongguk is very slow and gentle as he walks farther out.
He continues until only his head is above the surface, meaning you wouldn’t reach the bottom if you tried. So far out, you shift in his arms, holding onto his neck and wrapping your legs around his waist.
“You’re very clingy,” he teases.
“You don’t get to complain since you were the one who dragged me out here. I just don’t like open water where just about anything could take me.”
“This isn’t open water, though. It’s a few feet into the water on a public beach,” he explains gently. “There’s nothing here that could ‘take you.’ Except me, but it’s a bit risky in public, don’t you think?”
“Jeongguk!’ you gasp before your amused smile turns fond, “You know you’re a little bit of an idiot?”
“But I got you.”
You sigh in defeat, “I know.”
For a moment, you don’t say anything, and the only sound is the waves rippling softly around you.
“Do you want me to take you back?” he asks quietly.
Meeting his eyes, you spot the tiniest bit of a certain emotion flash. It really is rarer and rarer these days, but you’d recognize it anywhere.
“No,” you assure softly, running your hand over his shoulder. He rubs one of his along your back. “As long as you hold me like this.”
“Okay.”
You smile, pulling yourself even closer to his body, to the point where you’re cheek to cheek.
“I’m… really happy,” you say so quietly no one else would hear even if you weren’t alone, far from the closest beach goer. “Life was really boring without you.”
You still call them date nights even though you’re living together and have been a couple for almost four years. They happen with varying frequency, sometimes you settle for movie nights every other day for two weeks straight, and other times, you splurge and go out to dinner multiple times a week.
Tonight, Jeongguk surprised you with a fancier dinner at home, a thing he’s done now and again. You’re always smiling from ear to ear whenever you get to spend time with him, and it’s certainly no different when he’s cooked and set the table with candles.
“So, he wants you to do an extra shoot then?” you ask, taking another bite from your fork.
“Yeah. Said he’d be in touch soon to book,” Jeongguk answers from the sink where he’s opening another bottle of wine. He’s wearing a dark blue dress shirt, tucked into black slacks, the sleeves rolled up and a few buttons undone. He never stops to take your breath away.
“That’s great, Gguk.”
“Mhm. You want some?” he comes to stand beside you, holding the bottle over your nearly empty glass.
“Sure.”
You watch the red liquid be poured into the glass, and then as Jeongguk places the bottle on the table.
“Hey, I wanted to ask you something,” he says.
You swallow the food in your mouth, about to reach for the glass, “Sure, go ahead.”
“Will you marry me?”
You stop breathing. When you turn your head, Jeongguk is sinking to one knee and opening a small, black box you didn’t know he was holding.
At first, you’re speechless. Marriage is one thing you haven’t talked very much about, especially after becoming what you’d call ‘stable.’ You just always assumed he didn’t want to, that the thought only brought him anxiety, and as long as you got him, it didn’t matter to you.
“Gguk, you know I love you–”
“–But?” he continues nervously, “...Don’t tell me you were gonna break up with me? Cause that would be awkward.”
It’s the sad and heartbreaking chuckle he lets out that snaps you out of it. “No, no, of course not! I love you, and I want nothing more than this and you, but we don’t need the rings and the documents for that, you know? You don’t have to do that for me, okay?”
“But I want to. I really do,” he assures, his confidence returning slowly but surely.
“Are you sure?”
“Incredibly. So… will you?”
Your eyes fall from his to the velvet box in his hand. “Oh, love. Of course.”
With his smile growing, he takes the ring out and with his other hand, grasps yours to slide it onto your ring finger.
Maybe surprisingly, or maybe not, the only tear in the room trickles down your cheek.
“So, we’re getting married?” he asks, sounding happy yet in disbelief.
“Yeah. I mean, you proposed, didn’t you?”
“And you said ‘yes?’”
“Then… yeah?”
Overcome with joy and love, you surprise him by throwing yourself at him, and he laughs as he falls to his butt, his hand shooting out to hold your back protectively. You end up on his lap with your forehead against his when you remember that you didn’t even stop to look at the ring.
“This is lovely,” you gasp, admiring the thin, silver band adorned with a small, pale blue teardrop in the middle.
“You like it?”
“Of course, I–I couldn’t have picked out anything better, myself. It’s like… like a little…”
“Forget-me-not?” he finishes for you.
“Yes. I love it. But, Gguk… it must’ve cost a fortune, please tell me it didn’t?”
He grins, “It didn’t.”
You narrow your eyes at him, “Are you lying?”
“No. It didn’t cost much, cause… well, I made it.”
“What?”
“Yeah. I mean, I had to pay for the material, of course, and I paid my uncle to help me, not because he required it, but because I wanted to.”
The blue stone glimmers under your gaze. Sure, you knew Jeongguk was handy, even having been taught some carpentry by his uncle when he was younger, but this?
“Jeongguk, you made this?”
“Yes?”
“For me?”
He strokes your back fondly, “Yeah.”
“Wow,” you gush dreamily, admiring it from every angle. “I don’t even know what to say.”
“You appear very happy for someone who said marriage wasn’t important,” he teases, and you look down at him with all the love you hold for him.
“I wouldn’t have minded if we didn’t, but I love it now that it’s happening. And I love you, that you did all this,” you hold your hand up, “and that you want to be with me like I want to be with you.”
It’s a regular day in November when Jeongguk unlocks the door to the apartment and kicks off his shoes before he trudges into the kitchen with the package under his arm.
He remembers how you, this morning, said you’d meet up with Yuna after a meeting at work, so the dark apartment is no surprise. The package is, however, since he can’t recall ordering anything that would be arriving today.
Jeongguk turns the lights on and places the brown package on the kitchen table to look for a knife. With one in his hand, he slices the packaging tape off and opens it.
Turning it over, it appears to be… a book?
If he hadn’t already double checked that it was addressed to him and not you, he definitely would’ve. There’s a simple sketch of a swallow on the cover, but as he reads the title, it doesn’t appear to be about birds, at least not non-fictional.
‘The little bird and its love poems’
The author isn’t anyone he recognizes, not that he’s very up to date on them anyway. Curious, he opens it to the first page.
‘To my J, who can make even a writer lose their words.’
His head spins as he pulls out a chair and sits down at the kitchen table.
It’s six p.m. when you reach what was once only Jeongguk’s apartment complex and take the elevator up to the sixth floor. Since selling your home a while ago, you really haven’t looked back. You barely spent time there anyway.
The second you unlock and open the door, you hear rustling, and another two seconds later, he stands there, red-eyed and sniffling.
“D–did you? You..?”
Lowering your gaze, you see him holding your book to his chest. “Didn’t think it would arrive today,” you smile as you take off your shoes and jacket, putting them away slowly without looking away from him for too long. “But yeah.”
He just stands there, his pierced bottom lip trembling, and you approach him with open arms. But before you can embrace him fully, he wraps one arm around your waist and lifts.
Without a word, Jeongguk carries you into the bedroom and drops you onto the unmade bed to pull the covers over the both of you as he lies down.
You’re still smiling, even wider when he pulls you closer.
“I love you,” you whisper into the darkness where it’ll get hard to breathe soon.
“Thanks, I got that,” Jeongguk mumbles sarcastically, sounding all choked up, and it makes you chuckle.
“How much did you read?”
“All of it.”
“Which was your favorite?” you ask, stroking his hair.
“The last one, I think. ‘The adventure.’ Fucking ruined me.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Yeah,” he sniffles, his voice quiet. “…Why didn’t you use your real name?”
You open the duvet to let in some fresh air. “I guess I just wanted to write it. For me, to get it out of my system, and for you, as a gift. I don’t need anyone else, like our friends or all of your followers, to know my thoughts and feelings so deeply. Just you, and this way, it’s just between you and me, but it’s also out there.”
Jeongguk sniffles again, “I like that. Thank you. It must’ve taken you so long, though?”
“Yeah, I guess. I started not very long after we got back together the last time. I’ve always wanted to write something, but I didn’t know what, and I just had all these feelings clogging my brain, and I realized that if I didn’t start with this, those uncontained feelings would color everything I tried to write.”
He rests his head on your chest, “You know, I never thought anyone would write poems for me?”
“I know. But I did.”
“I’m warning you, I’ll be working on a revenge plan.”
Turns out that even if sales weren’t extremely important to you, your collection of poems accidentally gathers the attention of a well-known book circle and ends up doing quite well.
It’s a little less than two years later when you meet your own eyes through the mirror. It’s been hard, but you’ve fortunately managed to keep any tears at bay so far, and you admire your make up along with your dress.
Satisfied, you run your hands along your waist over what you’ve sewed yourself. This time, the dress is everything you could’ve ever dreamt of.
“You’re really happy, aren’t you?” Yeji speaks from the rattan chair in the corner of the room.
“Yeah,” you sigh happily, “I know you’ve been through this too, but I just can’t wait for it to start, you know? The rest of our lives together.”
“I know.”
Sitting on the make-up table, Yuna takes a sip of her champagne, “I think he’s probably freaking out a lot more than you are,” she chuckles.
You smile, endeared, as you’re picturing him getting ready, probably pacing the room nervously. “He’s sweet.”
It took almost a year to plan your early November wedding. It’s smaller than Yuna’s, mostly family on your side and more friends on Jeongguk’s. You both quickly agreed to do your vows in private, and although he didn’t say it, you think it’s partly because Jeongguk wouldn’t make it through hearing yours in front of everyone.
Despite there definitely not being a reason to be nervous, you find yourself picking at your bouquet as you wait behind the doors, ready to walk down the aisle. Your father dabs his eyes with a napkin discreetly before he offers you his arm.
Then, the music starts, and the doors open.
When you first spot him, he’s standing with his back toward you, but only half a second later, he’s turning around. He’s wearing a traditional black suit with a bow tie, his slightly wavy hair of medium length–at least considering what he’s used to–brushed away from his face, and he looks like he just stepped out of a fairy tale. Your fairy tale.
The feeling must be mutual because he stares at you, those wide, Bambi eyes immediately glossing over. In response, you smile comfortingly at him.
Of course, it doesn’t work, and as you near, his tears finally spill over. There’s a collective awe sounding through the room, fond whispers echoing, and when you reach him–and your dad gives you away–you’re not sure if Jeongguk can see anything with how teary his eyes are.
Behind him, you hear his groomsmen chuckle, but you know it’s out of love and adoration.
“Hi,” you greet quietly, taking Jeongguk’s arm.
“H–hi,” he stutters, his breaths uneven.
Although the officiant is waiting for your attention, you instead wrap your arms carefully around Jeongguk’s neck.
“Hey, shh, It’s okay,” you soothe, “Imagine it’s just you and me.”
“Is that supposed to help?” he hiccups, and you think it’s Jimin who laughs. It’s been a long time, probably more than a year since you’ve seen Jeongguk shed a tear at all, but you guess they were right back then, his friends. The only person he cries over is you.
“Yes. Close your eyes,” you instruct, lowering your hand to rub it across his back slowly, “and take a deep breath.”
Jeongguk ends up needing a few of those deep breaths before his breathing is under control and you can turn your attention back to the officiant, who smiles fondly at the two of you.
Jeongguk manages to keep himself collected for the rest of the ceremony, and even if one tear escapes during the first dance, you’re quick to dry it. You can’t blame him, though, not when there’s only you and him on the dance floor and your cousin Jihyo starts to sing.
Wise men say
Only fools rush in…
“This was a good decision. Marriage, I mean,” he nods, and you lift your head from his chest to look at him, “Even though this song makes me wanna bawl all over again. I never would’ve guessed marriage was my thing–fuck, I didn’t think anyone would ever actually love me, much less want to marry me–but here we are,” he chuckles, ignoring the sad look you give him. “But there’s a… stability in it that I like. So thank you, for giving me a chance. Or like, five hundred. ”
“Yeah. It’s not as easy for you to run away now,” you joke gently.
However, despite Jeongguk’s progress, he looks away briefly. “I’m sorry. For all the things I put you through. I really am, and I’ll be fo–”
“–For the rest of your life. I know. But look at me?”
“You’re the prettiest I’ve ever seen, yeah.”
You laugh quietly, “No, that wasn’t what I meant. I meant that in a ‘look at me, I’ve got everything I could’ve ever asked for’ way. And you know my deepest, darkest desire?”
“Yeah?”
“I think this is pretty darn close.”
Take my hand
Take my whole life, too
For I can't help falling in love with you
It’s later during the reception that Jeongguk can’t find you. How hard could it be, finding the most stunning woman ever, also happening to be the one in the white dress, he thinks, but evidently, you’re gone. He looks through the venue, but doesn’t find you dancing with anyone on the dance floor nor talking with someone in a corner.
It’s only when he walks past a window that he spots that white dress. He stops.
The venue you chose lies on top of a hill, overlooking a river. Down where the water meets land, there’s the smallest of piers. And that’s where you stand.
Jeongguk continues to the exit, opening the doors to stand outside. It’s dark, outside candles lining and illuminating the gravel path down to the pier.
Surely, a lot of people would consider it weird to invite your ex-fiancé to your wedding, but he truly didn’t mind sending Namjoon an invite. Neither does he mind that it’s your ex you’ve snuck off to talk to on your wedding day.
He doesn’t plan on approaching you, just to wait for you. Even from a distance, it’s mind blowing how you take his breath away.
He almost feels the need to pinch himself because how did everything he ever wanted come true? You’re speaking with the man you were going to marry, but the gorgeous white dress you’re wearing isn’t for Namjoon, it’s for him. He’s the one with the matching wedding band on his finger. Him. You’ve actually married him.
For a second, he’s scared that he dreamt it all, that it’s someone else’s wedding he’s at, and he nearly pats his sides in search of the camera bag hanging from his shoulder.
“Oh? Hi, have you seen–”
He turns, relieved to be back in reality. The person speaking to him–who also just noticed the two of you down at the pier–is Namjoon’s girlfriend.
Returning his attention to you, he’s just in time to watch you nearly throw yourself into Namjoon’s awaiting arms.
“Does that… worry you?” she asks quietly, but Jeongguk only shakes his head.
“No. Are you? Worried?”
“Strangely enough… no.”
He doesn’t talk to the woman much more after that, and soon enough, you and Namjoon come walking back. You look happy as you tell him something, holding onto his hand so as to not trip in your heels, and he’s smiling down at you too.
But the moment you look up and notice Jeongguk, your expression changes. He can tell that you were happy for Namjoon, excited that he’s found someone he really likes, and that things have worked out for him. You’re smiling happily for him because you still care for him.
But when you meet Jeongguk’s eyes, it’s different. There’s an indescribable excitement brimming in your beautiful eyes, a longing in your smile that he shares and that’s come true.
Three weeks after the wedding, you step out of Jeongguk’s car–well it’s yours too since you decided that having two was redundant and yours was sold. He’s quick to round it, immediately reaching for your hand and pulling you into his side so quickly you almost bounce off him. Of course, he catches you, reveling in your laughter.
Under the sign declaring the little shop a tattoo one, he opens the heavy door and gestures for you to enter first. It’s much warmer inside than the late November air outside, and as you look around, you unzip your jacket.
Despite being together for quite some time now, you’ve never actually been to the tattoo shop, which is partly because it’s been years since he got a new one done. However, he’s deemed that a few need to be touched up, and that’s why you’re here.
Jeongguk’s tattoo artist is a very kind and polite man named Han. He pulls up another comfy-looking chair in black for you to sit beside Jeongguk.
“So what have you been up to since I last saw you?” he asks as he prepares the ink on the little tray placed on a rolling table.
“Well, I got married,” Jeongguk grins and looks at you. “Three weeks ago.”
“Oh, really?” Han looks away from the tools to let his gaze travel between the two of you. “Congratulations!”
“Thank you.”
You bite your lip, for some reason feeling your cheeks heat up just the slightest.
“You’re very talented, Han,” you change the topic, “You’ve done almost all of his tattoos, and most are just so cool and pretty.”
“‘Most?’” he chuckles, making you backtrack.
“No, no, I meant that they’re all very well done. There’s just one I don’t particularly like, but that’s due to meaning and not execution,” you explain.
“Oh, which one is that?” he inspects Jeongguk’s naked arm where he’s seated on the chair in between you and Han, in only a t-shirt on his top half.
“You don’t say anything, only pointing to the anatomically correct rotting heart.
“Oh. Yeah,” Han chuckles, making you wonder if he perhaps knows of its backstory.
Jeongguk grins at you and lifts his hand to pat you lovingly on your head. You adore him and his style, and you’ll always be supportive of it, he knows that. Except for the heart. That’s when you’re a self-proclaimed party pooper because although you’re still kinda sweet about it, you do dislike the meaning. He knows that too, and he thinks it’s a little bit funny (and cute) that you care so much about his metaphorical heart and how he sees himself.
And truth be told, he wouldn’t get that tattoo today, but he still doesn’t mind it. It tells his story, and it looks cool.
You don’t fight his patting, “I just think he’s a sweet guy, and I wouldn’t allow him to get something like that today.”
“What would you ‘allow’ me to get, then?”
You shrug, “I mean, there are a lot of things I wouldn’t mind.”
“Do something, then,” he says happily.
“No, I don’t know if I want any more, at least not now.”
“I meant on me. Han, will you let her do something?”
“What, Gguk?!” you question, not only his words but also his sanity, “No, I’d ruin your skin. Besides, I’m sure it’s like a federal crime.”
“She can decide something, and I can tattoo it?” Han suggests, holding onto Jeongguk’s arm and lowering the needle to his skin.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk peers up at you happily, used to the pain of tattoos.
You’re not smiling as joyously, “Are you sure? I don’t think there’s any use in telling you they’re permanent?”
“You’re my wife, and if you want to choose something for me, I want you to.”
Despite it perhaps being too spontaneous of an idea and also very possibly a bad one, you can’t argue too much. There is something you really would like on him. A certain motive that you’d really love.
“Okay. It’s a tiny one, I’ll do it in grayscale like the rest so it doesn’t stick out too much.”
“You can do color if you want,” Jeongguk reaches for your hand with his left one. “Or just whatever you want. Write your name in your favorite color.”
You stare at him for a few seconds, but he doesn’t waver.
“You’ll regret saying that when I make Han tattoo a pink dick on you.”
Both of them laugh, but Han still shows you where to find an empty sketchbook to draw in and without showing Jeongguk, you get to work.
When he’s done with the touch-up, Han follows you to the farthest corner of the shop where you tell him about the tiny, little outline of a heart you’ve drawn and how you want it in thin red, next to the rotten one.
By his own idea, Jeongguk looks at you the entire time it takes Han to tattoo him, which isn’t more than a few minutes, and he doesn’t peek until everything’s done and you’re following him to the shop’s mirror.
He’s twisting his arm around to see it clearly since it’s halfway hidden beside the big, decaying heart. He’s not smiling anymore, but he’s got that wide and glossy Bambi-eye look that’s so sweet.
Reaching him, you lean your head against his other arm. “I know you think, or at least thought that there was something wrong with your heart. But it works just fine. Almost perfectly, even. And it’s so dear to me. You are, every little part of you.
“But if you ever doubt it, then you’ve got my heart too. It’s not perfect either, but it beats for you.”
It’s a quiet Jeongguk that leaves the tattoo shop with your hand warmly held in his, but he’s not sad. He’s happy and still a little emotional, you can tell.
Under his jacket, the little red heart drawn by you is wrapped in plastic, and a bit shyly, he admits that he thinks it might be his favorite tattoo yet.
Of course, despite telling him it can symbolize either of your hearts, he says that he likes the thought of it being yours more. You, however, definitely think his is a better fit.
Because Jeon Jeongguk is a lot of things, but more than anything, he’s a lover.
The adventure
When I close my eyes for the last time,
and all is said and things are through,
I hope you know that
my favorite part of this adventure
was you.
author's note: so that was it lol, please tell me if you liked it because i really spent time and effort on this big boy of a fic 🥺 and again, here's the playlist!
this series has truly taken my breath away... i decided to start from the beginning and reread the whole series to experience all the emotions as i reached this final part, and boy did my heart go through it. your writing is so undeniable beautiful and this series is the perfect example! the pacing, the characterisation, the plot, and the way you crafted the journey that these two went through and all their ups and downs is just stunning. this series is definitely a favourite of mine because i just love this couple so much!!! the love they have for eachother?! i need that 😪 and this ending was so perfect i cried. thank you so much for writing this masterpiece lovely i adored every sentence <333
summary: Yes. It is a fact. Your boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, an absolute stellar specimen of a human being, considers workout clothes hotter than lacey lingerie because he is (ahem, say this in the most endearing way possible, please and thank you) a fucking muscle pig.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; in which Jungkook attempts to become a porn director and gets mad clowned by his gf aka you; crack and fluff; living room smut (fem reader, ass + pussy slapping, dry humping, nipple play, fingering, JK lifts you up by the pussy, f-receiving oral, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS - blond!JK; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts; yes, I did reference the classic "Can I have Your Number?" 2007 Mad TV sketch XD
it’s the best laid plans / counter point couple and they’re crackheads
no need to read the others, but they're there if you want more
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“Jungkook.”
“Yeah?”
“Um…”
“Does it not fit?”
“No, that isn’t the issue here…”
Your boyfriend was an idiot.
“The fuck is this?”
You walked out of the bedroom, glaring at Jeon Jungkook, your one-of-kind but also kind-of-an-idiot boyfriend (don't get it twisted, you were well aware you were also a special idiot). He was currently sitting on the couch, hands between his muscular open legs, wearing a sleeveless white tank (hot) and navy basketball shorts (double hot), grinning eagerly as you appeared (aww). You did not, however, bother coming out looking as sexy as possible (let’s be honest, Jungkook did not give two shits about clothes, not because you didn’t look cute in them, but because his preferred outfit on you was ‘birthday suit’ – butt-ass naked) because you were presently a bit peeved at him. Hm, how to say it?
Disappointed, but not surprised.
Jungkook’s eyes lit up and went all sparkly upon seeing you.
“Why did I know that when you said, I bought you some lingerie, you really just meant a sports bra and running shorts? By the way, these are obscenely short. My ass is hanging out the back.”
His smile was showing all of his teeth, giving him the appearance of a rambunctious and mischievous bunny. His long blond hair was swept to one side, definitely on purpose because you always told him it looked best that way. He was taking preventative measures.
You know, seducing you so you wouldn’t get mad at him for tricking you and putting you in workout clothes.
(It was working. You weren’t gonna say it wasn’t.)
“Is it? Turn around and let me check.”
You thinned your eyes and mouth into lines. You let him get away with so much shit because he was hot. Oh yeah, and also you were in love with him.
(It worked the other way around as well though. Couldn’t complain.)
You rolled your eyes and turned around, flipping your wrists to frame your ass with fanned fingers.
"Hello? There's a whole gust of wind back here and the seam is practically in my butt crack!"
You looked over your shoulder only to throw yourself into the wall, hurriedly spinning back around before your boyfriend, apparently a human rocket launcher, shot off the sofa and barreled towards you (move over Usain Bolt, you're not as fast as Jungkook when he was after your booty, no cap). You immediately planted your hands on his chest (definitely not planned, but also planned) and stiff-armed him, preventing him from coming any closer.
"Hold on a second! Acknowledge you're an animal!"
"I'm definitely an animal," Jungkook chirped with zero hesitation. "Now give me that ass."
You thinned your eyes and mouth into lines once again as Jungkook knocked your hands aside and grabbed two handfuls of your bare ass because quite frankly these shorts weren't doing shit, lifting you up and groaning lustfully while you flailed about for a second before grabbing his shoulders and hooking your legs around his torso, squeezing his chest with your thighs.
"You have a problem," you muttered.
Jungkook's face planted into your tits and he didn't reply, forearms pressed under your thighs, one tattooed, one not. You ran your fingers through his blond hair, clicking your tongue as your boyfriend committed erotic asphyxiation with your sports-bra-covered tits.
Yeah.
Sports-bra-covered!!!
(Kinda rude to the naked titty, come on dude!)
Jungkook yanked his face out of your breasts, gasping for breath, silver eyebrow piercing flashing as he looked up at you, grinning very adorably.
Okay, one.
Man was too strong. Had a workout obsession and it clearly showed with how easily he was holding you up by your ass. To be fair, he had a vast amount of surface area to hold, for sure.
(Your bangin’ ass was due to your video game obsession, poggers!)
Two.
Fuck, he was so cute. The crinkles next to his sparkling brown eyes and huge smile with the little mole underneath? The little mole on his nose?! Fucking precious.
(Goddamn, you were such a simp, but, goddamn, did Jungkook make it easy.)
Three.
His fingers were sneaking closer and closer to that center seam.
"I thought we were supposed to work out," you said calmly and with zero intention to work out even if Jungkook hadn't made you dress like a slutty Pilates teacher. Hey, fitness was his thing. He had his thing and you had your thing. Your thing just happened to be sitting on your ass playing video games (a completely valid lifestyle, by the way).
Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows at you.
"We can work out," was his cheery reply that indicated zero intention of working out, sliding your legs back down so he could poke your covered vagina with his massive erection.
(Uh... huh.)
"You know, Jungkook," (you lovely, handsome, sweet, incredibly horny young man) "We can just fuck, hmmm, I don't know, naked, because this is our home and you don't actually need to buy me impractical workout clothing to get it on with me." You patted his cheek. "I swear you don't."
(Saves you money too, Jungkook, maybe you should consider it.)
Your boyfriend blinked at you, tilting his head. "Yeah, but I have fantasies."
You raised your eyebrows. "Go on, go on."
"You're at the gym working out," Jungkook started, dragging you along. The coffee table was moved and there was a yoga mat on the floor. Pink. It had been on sale. Jungkook had bought it in hopes that you would become interested in yoga, but one downward dog turned pretty quickly into downward doggy, woof, woof, bark, bark.
Also known as, you were interrupted with his dick.
Classic.
You interjected immediately. "That would never happen. I don't like working out in public."
Jungkook frowned and slapped your ass, making you smirk. He narrowed his eyes.
"That's why it's a fantasy. Now shut up."
You squeezed him with your thighs and mimed zipping your lips.
"Anyway," Jungkook continued with a huff, ignoring your patronizing smile and going back to squeezing your ass, looking over your shoulder to watch the softness bulge out from between his fingers, suddenly forgetting how annoying you were (you knew the feeling). You leaned against him, chest to chest, on tiptoe so he could get a good grip, popping your booty to add to the visual.
"You're working out and then I notice you and we fuck."
(Are you listening, PornHub? Brazzers got nothing on Jeon Jungkook.)
"Just like that?" you snickered, trying to stifle your laughter threatening to escape.
"I mean, you're pretty hot. I don't need to ask too many questions."
He started bouncing the bottom of your ass with his fingertips, sighing at the perfect jiggle and perk. He always did compliment the roundness from top to bottom and it was further accented by the black short-shorts he had selected (man knew his workout fashion or, rather, man knew the workout fashion that would get him laid). It was hiking the hem deeper and deeper into your butt crack. Slightly uncomfortable, but it was being balanced out by Jungkook dry humping your crotch with his increasingly hard dick.
"I'm pretty hot, are you gonna ask me questions?" he shot back, increasing the vigor in his quest to dribble your ass. Was that why he wore basketball shorts? The mind of a horny man was truly fascinating.
“Hmm.”
You looked up at him with a big smile.
"Yeah, I’d ask, damn, can I have yo number?"
Jungkook burst out laughing at your sudden (and deliberately shitty) imitation of his Busan satoori.
“You’re so annoying–”
He did not get to tell you exactly how annoying you were being because you knew the power of redirected attention, spinning around and pressing your ass into the massive VIP tent in Jungkook’s shorts, trying to weasel your way into entry without having your name on the guest list. All you had to do was seduce the bouncer by rubbing your spread ass and bunched up shorts up and down his length, looking back with your tongue between your smirk, crossed arms under your sports bra, pressing inwards to increase your cleavage.
(Just kidding, you were definitely the only name on the VIP guest list to Jungkook’s dick, mwhahaha!)
“Can I have it? Can I have your number?” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows.
Your boyfriend was too busy moaning at your ass sliding up and down his crotch and thighs to actually respond, eyes glued to your body line, shoulders, tits, back, ass, wrapped in tight spandex and all the juicy bits straining against the too small sizes, all on purpose of course.
He did select the sizes himself.
“Can I please receive the secret code that will intelephonically pass me through to you?”
Jungkook snorted in laughter and smacked your ass, biting back his own groan. “Okay, shut up, I’ll think more about it next time so you’re not fucking clowning me, sheesh – oooh, f-fuck!”
You cut him off again by bending down and pressing your covered heat flush to his hardness, slowly curving back upward with your hands sliding up from your ankles, calves, thighs, framing your ass with your splayed fingers, spreading it out and letting it bounce back, Jungkook’s gasps behind you, forgetting everything he was going to scold you about. Your back to his chest, shoulder blades to his pecs, your arms lifting and reaching back, sinking your fingers into his blond hair and tugging him forward, sighing as his hungry lips feathered kisses all over your shoulders and neck, now actively (and aggressively) humping your ass, his own hands sliding up your torso to squeeze your breasts, slipping his fingers under the form-fitting fabric.
“J-Jungkook…”
He mumbled your name into your skin between kisses, fingers sliding under the sports bra now, pushing it up, your breasts popping out, free for only a second before his palms were pressed against them, rubbing your hard nipples forcefully, his moan in your ear, your hands in his hair, arching your back to fill his hands and grind against his cock.
“You would really want me no matter what?” he murmured against your ear, biting the curve, tracing it with his tongue and sending shivers down your spine.
“Why are you asking?” you chuckled, closing your eyes, savoring the feeling of his fingers squeezing your nipples, teasing and plucking at them, electricity humming in your veins. “I made a move on you first, remember? When I asked if you wanted to bonk.”
Jungkook puffed his cheeks, letting out a huff of air. “We are still telling our children we went on nice, romantic dates first, by the way.”
“Not me, I’m telling them, your mom thought your dad was dummy hot so she flashed him some titty the second he was alone and he was hooked.”
“No, you will not–”
You spun around in his arms, yanking the sports bra off and tossing it aside, bouncing said seduction titties in his immediate vision. His wide brown eyes instantly honed in on your hard nipples poking out, rapidly sucking in a tight breath, the same exact reaction he had the first time he saw them, moan bubbling in his chest, glaring at you for a very brief second (his gaze read, how dare you, but also, fuck yeah!!!), before diving down, turning the tables on you, your turn to gasp sharply as hot lips and swirling tongue attached themselves to one and a wandering hand found the other, both of you moaning in unison, wrapped up in warm lust and strong arms.
His blond hair was messy, golden strands cascading down one side and curling around his high cheekbone and angular jaw, softening his handsome features, a perfect balance of cute and hot.
Jungkook’s eyes found yours, hazed out and reflecting your love for him.
(Remember that it was all his fault you had a massive wet wedgie right now. Hello? Hello? Still simping? Okay, never mind.)
“Would you even approach me?” you teased, running your fingers through his hair. “You couldn’t even speak to me the first time we met with your friends around.”
Jungkook pouted, narrowing his eyes at you. “That’s not my fault. How was I supposed to know that some random girl hyung met online playing freakin’ MapleStory was going to be literal walking sex?! I wasn’t prepared!”
You laughed cheerfully. “Still mad that I showed you my tits?”
“Fuck no. I have never been and will never be mad about that.”
Somehow seeing your tits had led Jungkook to be the horny animal he was today, but he made you a horny animal the second you saw him and all was fair in love and war, right? Right!
(For the record, Jungkook too was most certainly a horny animal the second he saw you, he just wasn’t going to admit it, we went on nice, romantic dates first!!!)
Which was precisely why he now yanked the shorts off your body (no panties, you knew where this was going the second you held those hilariously tiny shorts up to your lovely lady lumps), moaning at the sight of your soaked slit and seconds later his fingers were there, stroking your heat and your arousal, your hands on his shoulders, breathless cries as his fingers explored, grazing your clit, dipping in a little, teasing you with his touch and his mischievous eyes, dark brown orbs sparkling, knowing you were watching his arms, flexing them for you, black tattoos standing out against prominent muscle.
“F… Fuck, you’re so sexy, Jungkook…”
His hand slid back.
You moaned his name again, digging your nails into his shoulder as he tensed his forearm against your leaking pussy and leaned forward, biting the side of his lip playfully.
Then Jungkook lifted you with one arm.
BRUH.
BY THE PUSSY.
WITH HIS FOREARM.
(GODDAMN.)
“W-Whoa!”
You gripped his shoulders and gasped for breath, eyes widening, wetter at the feeling and the sheer display of strength, your slippery clit and lips rubbing against his inked skin, enough surface area that the weight was distributed pretty well, enough pressure to be throbbingly pleasurable, using his other hand to steady you by the hip so you wouldn’t fall.
“You can help me work out like this,” Jungkook remarked roguishly, lifting you up and down, smirking at your surprised and aroused reaction. “I think it would really help me out.”
“J-Jungkook, doesn’t t-this… oooh, fuck…”
Your hand had slipped down and touched his hard bicep.
Bless the gods that created Jeon Jungkook, seriously.
“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that forever. I wanted to make sure I was strong enough,” he breathed, slowly lowering you with a heavy, deep exhale, eyes roaming your naked body, smile dancing on his shapely lips.
(Was that why he worked out so much?! You would never mock his fitness obsession ever again.)
You grabbed his face, flurry of fierce kisses, tongue and lips and smiles, brief intermission to pull off his white tank before you lost yourself in his breath again, his heat, his skin, his scent, your hands all over his body and his all over yours, pressing his hands into your ass and dragging you to him, your tongue in his lips and being sucked on as you grinned in satisfaction, your fingertips slipping under the elastic waistband of his shorts.
“Not yet.”
You furrowed your brows, about to protest, but Jungkook pushed you down onto the pink yoga mat on hands and knees, your head whipping back and jaw dropping, but his fingers plunged into your wet heat before you got out any snappy objections.
Any words you had swiftly morphed into a wild moan of his name.
His free hand snaked around your waist, pumping two fingers in and out, deep and rough, just the way you liked, shudders of pleasure invading your body as he lifted your torso up, bending you backwards, tweaking your nipple, sultry chuckle in behind you as he increased the pace, hitting you in your favorite spot, your wetness creating loud, messy squelches with each thrust.
“You want this dick, hm?” he drawled, rubbing his covered, rock-hard erection against your thigh, the slinky fabric revealing that he was as turned on as you were, adding a third finger and making your moans pitch, a slight smile growing on your swollen lips.
“You’re just… stalling so you last more than two seconds…”
He snapped your name sharply and yanked his fingers out, smacking your soaked opening with a stinging slap.
(Weaker souls would immediately apologize, but remember you flashed him your tits the second you got him alone.)
You turned your head and grinned at Jungkook’s infuriated expression.
“You can do better than that.”
“You–”
You rolled over, spreading your legs, and were met with rapid, swift smacks to your pussy and clit, back arching at the jolts of pain, moaning for him on the floor, staring at his slightly irritated expression and ash-blond curls, his blown-out pupils drifting up to see you gazing back under half-lidded lashes, aware your want was all over your face and open mouth, tongue hanging out and teasing him, seeing his breathing shallow, hand slowly shoving three fingers back into you, fast and fierce and deep, growling your name, cum for me, cum for all over my hand, you bad, bad girl, and grinning at your snippy reply, I’m only bad because you want me to be bad, Jungkook, because it was true, he knew what your reaction was going to be the minute he brought those gym clothes and you knew he would do something like that, the action being so very him.
That’s why you were together, because when you liked the brand of annoying the other was, making for a harmonious, happy, horny relationship.
(Aww. Okay, back to him ramming his fingers into your pussy.)
“Faster, fuck, yes, yes, ah, Jungkook…!”
Bucking your hips up and crying out, clenching around his long digits and squeezing around them, gasping as you felt your juices leaking out over his hand and your inner thighs, falling back down and hearing the embarrassing squish of your release onto the yoga mat (oop), closing your thighs around his tattooed forearm and pulsing around his fingers, moaning deeply as the waves of pleasure shimmered through you, your core clenched tight to feel every delicious flinch of your ebbing peak.
(Who needed sit-ups when you had Jungkook, right?)
His strong hands forced your legs open, lowering himself between them, sending you into a frenzy of short gasps as he pulled his fingers out, hot breath on your inner thighs as he groaned while licking them off, gasps turning into wanton cries when his lips molded to your trembling slit, lapping up your orgasm, swiping at your engorged clit, holding your squirming hips still with his firm grip, the sensitivity raring through your nerves, trying to get away even though you didn’t want to get away, appreciating that he could tell from your panting noises that vaguely resembled, oh, God, don’t stop, marveling at his deep kissing skills (read: furious tonguing of your pussy), heart racing, spine arching, shivering with intense, blazing desire.
“J-Jungkook… please… w-want your cock, please…”
He had unquestionably been waiting for you to say it, although he had completely forgotten to tease or chastise you about it, instead emerging from between your legs with his glistening chin and bright smile, reaching into his pocket to pull out a condom (clever boy, he planned this, although deducing that did not, in fact, take a team of dinosaur genetic scientists), ripping it open as you yanked the rest of his clothes off, running your fingers over his exposed length and balls, smirking as you felt him twitch, hot taut skin quivering under your touch.
Jungkook slapped your hand. “Stop that.”
You scrunched up your face. “Meanie.”
“You want a good railing or not?”
“Am I the stairs?”
His pierced eyebrow twitched.
“I swear I’m gonna gag you next time,” he muttered, shoving you back down.
“You always say that, but you like it – oh, fuuuuuuuck!”
“Fuck, why are you still so tight–?”
All the words meshed together, lost in incomprehension and pleasure as he entered you, thick, hard, stretching you out, your walls closing in on him, enveloping him tightly with every centimeter that he pushed in, clutching your thighs and panting, shaking brown orbs gazing up at you. You tried to wipe the triumphant smile off your face, too greatly pleased at his reaction.
He glared at you accusingly. “You’re doing it on purpose!”
“Nooooooo…” you sing-songed, grin popping out involuntarily.
Jungkook clenched his jaw, looking a tiny bit scary, but mostly hot as hell. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”
“Wait, I need my brai–”
He cut you off by grabbing your legs and sandwiching them between his (buff) arms, bending you in half (improving flexibility!!!) before he started aggressively pounding you into the pink yoga mat with loud smacks of hips to hips.
“Ah, Jungkook!”
(Again, working out is a matter of perspective, remember that, kids.)
Your arms were above your head, moaning to his face, ecstasy flaring all over, looking up into those dark brown eyes that were watching you and your sensual expression, wanting him, needing him, loving him, sweat sticking his ash blond hair to his forehead and cheeks, open mouth and hot pants, so hard, fucking you with deliberate power and measured roughness, so soft, only able to gasp out your name in his deep, silvery voice clouded with lust and adoration, so perfect, because you knew he always did that when he really couldn’t stop himself and he was trying not to cum too fast so he could fuck you as long as possible and not disappoint you, not that he ever could disappoint you with his stubborn determination and relentless diligence, deeper, harder, right there, right there, ah, Jungkook, I’m gonna cum, f-fuck, tumbling into euphoria as he tensed his jaw and his eyes rolled back at the pulsating massage of your powerful walls stimulating him from base to tip, thrusting for all his was worth until he managed to get out…
“Fuck, goona cum, fuck!”
Very loudly, your name exploding out of his mouth and his cock jolting inside you, the buck of his hips indicating the strength and ferocity of his orgasm along with his obscenely loud moan, filling up the whole apartment with his climax in the middle of the day (oop), your cum dripping down and soaking into the mat (double oop), feeling Jungkook’s defined torso shake from the tremors of your pleasure and his (definitely not an oop).
“Hah… oooh, shit…”
Your legs slid down and he lowered himself to his elbows, kisses once more, tongues and lips and smiles, laughing a little at the mess, wrapping your arms around his sweaty body.
“We need to work on your idea of sexy lingerie.”
Jungkook laughed, rich and full and lovely. “I’ll keep trying. Maybe you need an even smaller size.”
“A smaller size would literally vaporize into my ass crack.”
genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother's best friend, college!au
warnings: jungkook's a lil flirt <3, unprotected sex, shower sex, doggy, fingering, oral (m&f receiving), creampie 🤭, cum play/swallowing, they like almost get caught 🫣, sum head in the locker room, disgusting kisses, CHANYEOL CAMEO!!!, nipple play, spanks, a teeny tiny mark, cursing, dirty talk
summary: pov: you make ur secret fuck buddy jealous.
a/n: hi hi besties enjoy i love u m going sleepies now <3
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You like the illicit.
Which is why you’re in the shower with Jeon Jungkook.
The guy who is your brother’s best friend.
Starting college and being away from your overbearing parents has its perks – the freedom it has given you has swayed you straight into Jungkook’s arms.
Turns out that despite the beginning of your little secret feeling quite mutinous and thrilling, it soon
became apparent that maintaining it hidden from your brother Taehyung is substantially ridiculous when you share an apartment with said brother.
It gets even more ridiculous when you consider that they see each other every day because they play for the same hockey team.
You admit, choosing Jungkook as a fuck buddy was an inconvenient choice in which you had not considered the intricate aspects that would make sneaking around hardly possible.
But
The two of you are undeniably compatible in bed.
Luckily, you found out a few months ago at a frat party when you both were completely wasted and out of your minds.
After that night, there was no going back.
Being in college can be overwhelming at first. Lots of choices and opportunities. But it’s a vast contrast from your previous life, and you’ve fully committed to this lifestyle.
All your life you’ve longed to be in charge if your own decisions. Now that you're in college, living in a swanky apartment near campus, you have a little more freedom.
When there are no parents around to keep an eye on you, you can – almost – do whatever you want.
College is fun.
And taking a shower with Jeon Jungkook is fun too.
You giggle when Jungkook snatches your shampoo bottle from you before you can reach for it.
“Lemme do it.” He squeezes a generous amount on his open palm and rubs the fluid between his hands.
“Jungkook,” you scold. “That’s way too much.” You ogle the ample amount of shampoo coating his hands. Your lips drag into a pout as you watch Jungkook’s excessively besmeared palms extend to your hair. But it promptly fades when he begins to massage your scalp.
“But I like how it feels. Gets really foamy and bubbly.” He has a cheeky grin plastered on his face as he watches the solution grow into a rich foam of frothy bubbles on your head.
“Using too much can dry out your hair,” you mumble. Concentrating is a little difficult with
Jungkook’s way too experienced fingers working on your scalp. “It can remove the moisture.”
“Oh, really?” His eyebrow twitches for the briefest second, that’s how you know Jungkook is actually listening to you because judging by his expression, he’s trapped in his own thought bubble.
It’s actually something you adore about Jungkook – whenever he is occupied doing something,
whatever it is, he’ll put so much care into it and work diligently. Sweet – admirable, actually. It’s a characteristic you want to achieve as well, but you’d have to tweak on your impatience at first.
“Really,” you confirm.
“And I thought you were just saying that because your shampoo is expensive.” He teases you with a bob of his covered finger on your nose.
“That too.”
You reach behind Jungkook to grab your brother’s weird three in one shampoo. You squirt some on
your hand and put it back. On your tippy toes you start to shampoo his hair as well.
He has his mouth twisted in a cocky smirk when he says, “The way you opened the door for me
earlier seemed a little...” Jungkook cocks his head and ponders for a fitting word.
When he doesn’t come up with one you suggest, “Desperate?”
“Hmm.” Jungkook’s nose scrunches as he’s in thoughts. “I wanted so say rushed, but sure. Desperate will do.”
Your eyes roll in playfulness. “You were dripping with sweat, Jungkook. Didn’t want any of it dirtying
my apartment floor,” you reason.
You texted Jungkook a good morning message and good luck on today’s game. He instantly replied with a thank you and told you that he had just finished his morning jog through the campus park. And maybe you offered him to stop by at your place because conveniently you also wanted to take a shower... (You hate morning showers). Taehyung had left a couple minutes prior to visit the gym.
“That’s the only reason?” A challenging twinkle flashes across his eyes.
The tip of your tongue touches your upper lip as you try to hide your smile. “Wouldn’t know why else.”
Jungkook nods. He grabs the shower head and tips your head back by grabbing your cheek. Carefully, he washes the shampoo out of your hair.
Jungkook is cautious not to accidentally splash water on your face and gently runs his fingers through your wet hair to remove the excess shampoo. You taught him well.
When he’s done, he offers you the shower head and it’s your turn.
Standing on your toes while trying to wash the shampoo out of his hair is always a little battle.
Usually, Jungkook comes to meet you by lowering himself, but at the moment his mind wanders elsewhere.
You first feel his hand on the curve of your waist. It’s a soft grasp. A gentle squeeze of your flesh that transiently side-tracks you from your task.
“Jungkook.” You try to pull him out of his little bubbles he’s trapped in. There’s a thickness to your voice, undoubtedly from his wandering hand on your body.
“Mmmh?’ He doesn’t look you in the eyes. Solely fixed on your body as his fingers mould against the supple form of your tit. You’ve always reckoned him to be a tits man, but he denies it and says he loves your ass equally as much. Liar.
“Bend down a little so I can rinse off the shampoo,” you request. His lashes flutter as averts his eyes to you. A tiny crease appears between his brows like he has actually forgotten where he is and what you two have been doing. “Believe me, you really don’t want remnants of shampoo lingering in your hair.” You cock your head, fruitlessly waiting for a reaction from his head empty and hands full with tits haze.
Suddenly, Jungkook does bend forward. But not in favour of you, but to satisfy his own selfish desire to suck on your boob.
“Oh!” you squeal, pressing the shower head against his back. “Jungkook,” you chide, but your voice turns into a soft whine at the end.
“Hmm?” His hum together with your nub between his lips twists something in your tummy. His tongue begins to swirl around it, and you have to force your eyes to stay open. Jungkook’s inked hand reaches down your lower back. His subtle touches leave a trail of shivers, until his pads brush over the slope of your ass. He squeezes your cheek, firm fingers digging into your skin.
A small gasp escapes your throat.
With a lewd pop he releases your nipple. A lopsided smirk appears on his face, conjuring the little dimple on his cheek.
Jungkook’s dimple. So banal but so endearing. It’s a pretty contribution to the soft contours of
Jungkook’s features – except for the sharp outline of his jaw. That adds to his image of the college
jock. You like to tease him with that name, and he loathes it, but the sex afterwards is always so good.
You feel his other hand sneak down, grabbing a handful of your ass. He closes the distance between you again, pressing languid kisses along your neck. Begrudgingly, your eyes fall closed.
“Is this what you wanted?” A whisper of his mellow voice coaxes your breath to stutter.
“Yeah.” It’s merely a murmur. The tender nudges against your skin with his mouth unfold spellbound clouds in your mind, looming over your rational thoughts. “But the...” The shampoo you want to remind him, but he starts to suck on your skin and no more comprehensible thoughts form in your head.
You raise the shower head to Jungkook’s hair and wash off the remaining bits of shampoo. You make sure not to let the water run down his face.
“But what?” he asks, planting a soft peck on the flesh below your collar bone where his teeth have just sunk in. You’re not trying to act like a brat – you just care for his hair.
“Nothing,” you utter between pouting lips. “But no marks,” you alert.
“Just a tiny one.” Jungkook kisses the spot again. “No one will see,” he persuades.
Presuming you won’t wear clothes with a deep cleavage. Jungkook just made sure you won’t.
You put the shower head back on its place on the wall beside you. You struggle to secure it in the holder when you feel Jungkook’s hand move from your ass to your tummy.
Usually, you’d coax him into allowing you to put conditioner in his hair, but you can only concentrate on his hand slowly trailing down your belly button. When he cups your pussy, your hands clasp his shoulders.
A tantalising grin pulls the corner of his lips up. “You want this?”
You nod, your teeth capturing your bottom lip.
“Use your big girl words.” Jungkook runs his pad over your folds, eliciting a shudder from you. “Talk to me.”
“Want you,” you plead. Your eyebrows knit the further Jungkook dips his middle finger in. “Been wanting this for so long.”
Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Last night wasn’t enough?”
The mention of last night shoots arousal and need straight to your core. An exchange of innocent text messages led to a phone call containing dirty words and hushed moans.
“No.” You shake your head. “I need you feel you.”
A chuckle bubbles in his throat. “That’s my girl.”
He spreads your wetness with his finger. Your hand wanders down to Jungkook’s tatted arm, squeezing his biceps when he brushes past your clit. His finger dwells there, putting pressure on your swollen bud. Your hips impulsively start to rock, a shaky whimper rolls past your mouth.
“Always so needy.” He draws his hand back. A petulant whine from you echoes in the bathroom.
“Shh,” Jungkook hushes you. Glimmers of tease spark in his eyes. “Bend over for me, love.”
With a puff, you turn around, bend forward and catch yourself on the tiled wall. It’s cold on your palms, but you’ll endure this if it means that Jungkook will make you cum.
He hisses behind you. “So fucking pretty.” A hand travels over your ass to your spine and back. “The prettiest girl,” he rasps. You earn a smack on your cheek, the pain leaving your walls clenching around nothing.
You turn your head, catching him just as he aims a trickle of spit at your pussy. He rubs it over your folds. His inked fingers vanish between your thighs.
“Oh fuck,” you moan as his index finger slowly enters you. He reaches deep, curling his finger to graze your spot. “More.” He’s teasing you, rubbing over your sensitive area in slow strokes.
“What do we say?” he taunts, specks of mock painting his voice.
“Please,” you reply. “I need more, please.” You’re putty in his hands. The desire to be touched bigger than your general wayward behaviour.
“Good girl.” Jungkook adds another finger. It’s just two, but you feel so full. So good.
While his fingers pick up on the speed, you feel Jungkook’s kisses on your ass. He has you rolling
your eyes at the way his pads curl against your sweet spot, the knot in the pit of your tummy tightening.
Jungkook bites down on your flesh, drawing a squeal out of you. Your head twists to him again. He’s on his knees, his cheek resting against the curve of your ass as he captivatingly watches his fingers move in and out of you. A faint smirk hangs on his lips.
He meets your half-lidded eyes. His smirk deepens. “Can take a third one?”
You know you can – he knows it too – but you’d rather have his cock inside you.
“I wan’ you.” It’s a sulky request, but Jungkook’s eyes soften.
“You think you’re ready for me?” He pushes his fingers deep, remaining there for a while. Your knees buckle.
“Yes,” you pant. “I’m always ready for you.”
Jungkook hums. Your eyes focus back on the white tiles, expecting Jungkook to move behind you to bury himself inside you. With a pounding heart you wait. A gasp springs from your chest when
Jungkook’s tongue is on your pussy. He retreats his fingers from your quivering hole, using both his palms to spread your cheeks open. His tongue dives between your folds, inciting breathless whimpers from you.
“Taste so good.” Jungkook muffles indistinctly between licks on your wetness.
The sloppy sounds of his tongue lapping on your pussy fill your ears. Your throat constricts, the pleasure sends you spiralling, not permitting you make another noise.
One hand smooths over your back. You arch your back for him and Jungkook voices an approving hum against your core. Tingles sprawl everywhere, eyes falling shut as Jungkook swirls his tongue over your clit. He sucks on your tiny nub, and your thighs shake in response.
His thumb gathers your juice mixed with his spit and begins to circle your other hole.
“Jungkook,” you mewl. Your voice is small, barely having the vigour to drown out the noise of running water and Jungkook’s wicked mouth.
“Mhmm? What is it, princess?” His playful baritone timbre rumbles through your body, sparking the tight knot in your belly. The pad of his thumb continues to sweep over it, jolts of arousal teeter in your veins. He pecks your ass. “Want more?”
“Yes – please,” you answer hurriedly, voice laced with an equal amount of desperation and lust. It’s still early in the morning but Jungkook has you begging for his cock with no effort.
Jungkook straightens up to his full height. He squeezes your waist, his other hand pumping his thick cock. He rubs the glistening precum on his tip over his length. His eyes are glued to your inviting pussy, the urge to fill you to the brim fogs his mind, but he controls himself. He’ll get you used to his size before fucking you silly. The filthy thought of having you cum around his dick lures a restrained groan out of him.
Last night, when he heard your hushed whines and little whispers of his name, Jungkook was thirsting to come over and have his way with you. It had him lusting over you even after the phone call ended.
Jungkook taps his tip against your aching pussy. The wet sounds it elicits makes his front teeth dig into his lower lip. So wet. Just for him.
His head nudges your entrance. You inhale sharply, zealously anticipating the feeling of his cock sheathed deep inside you. Jungkook pushes his cock inside you. A mutual moan reverberates in the bathroom.
“Fuck.” Your eyes are tightly closed.
“It’s just the tip,” Jungkook mutters, fingers trailing up your spine.
“So big,” you babble.
“You can take it.” Jungkook’s hand finds your tit, firmly palming the smooth flesh. “You’re gonna take my cock like the good girl you are, right?”
The pet name makes your heart flutter. “I can take it,” you promise.
Gradually, Jungkook eases his cock inside you. He’s so deep. Your head hangs low. You’re so full.
There’s an inkling of burning pain from Jungkook’s size, but he allows you to adjust to him. His fingers tugging at your nipple steals your attention. A whine flies past your lips at his ministrations on your pebbled nipple.
“You can move,” you tell him once the pain dulls.
A delicate kiss is pressed on your shoulder blade before Jungkook draws back. His hands are firmly anchored in your hips. Jungkook pulls back until only the head of his cock is left between your walls. In a fluid motion, he bottoms out.
“Damn, you feel so fucking amazing,” he grunts, a harshness surrounds his tone. Jungkook loses himself. He finds his rhythm and thrusts inside your pussy with sharp motions.
You’re a mess beneath him. A moan of his name flees your throat. He smacks your ass and the sting rattles through you, tiny sparks fuelling the fire inside you.
“Faster,” you utter between pants. “Faster, Jungkook.” He picks up on his speed, hitting the sweet spot inside you in hastier succession. “Please don’t stop.” You sneak a hand between your legs. You press your index finger to your clit, stroking in swift circles.
Jungkook gathers your hair in one hand, twisting it around his fist. Your head lifts, back arching.
“You’re gonna cum for me?”
You’re barely able to register Jungkook’s question. Your high is inbound, threatening to spill over. “Y-yes.” It’s a broken cry, Jungkook’s rapid lunges of his hips make it practically impossible to talk.
“Please make me cum.”
“You wanna cum so badly, don’t you?” Mock sympathy laces his voice. His makeshift ponytail tugs you back. Your hands are merely touching the wall for support, but Jungkook has a secure hold on you.
You reply with an impatient whine.
“You’ve been such a good girl,” Jungkook muses. His grip on your waist tenses, delivering a particularly hard thrust. You curse at the way his cock kisses the deepest part inside you. “I think you deserve to cum.”
Oh God.
His hand with your hair bundled in his palm pulls you back to him. You reluctantly let your hands slip from the tiled wall.
“I’ve got you,” Jungkook assures. He snakes both his arms around you, keeping you safe. He gently nudges your hand between your thighs. You comply, allowing Jungkook to replace your fingers. “I’m gonna make you cum.” His voice promises into your ear. A shiver crawls up your spine. His possessive ass likes to receive credit for everything.
Jungkook’s middle finger rubs over your clit in circular motions. Your head tips back, completely engulfed in Jungkook’s enchanting touches on your body.
“So close.” Your head falls back against his shoulder. Your sweet moans fill his ear.
“Pretty girl.” Jungkook’s nose nuzzles your cheek. “Cum for me.” His other hand rests against your lower tummy. His palm puts pressure on that spot. Your eyes roll in utter euphoria.
When the taut coil snaps inside you, a fuzzy feeling rushes through your entire body. It makes your body tingle with bliss. The feeling is overwhelming your senses, your eyes can’t stay focused. You moan weakly, legs shaking.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises. His words send warms chills on your skin.
His finger on your clit slows down. Jungkook lets you ride out your high, his thrusts deep and lazy.
When you peek a glance at him, you see him with brows knitted in pleasure. His dark hair is wet, long hair a mess on his head that you can’t wait to comb later. Jungkook’s sturdy body glistens with water and sweat, his shredded chest momentarily steals your attention until your eyes get distracted by the shimmering tattoos adorning his entire right arm, from hand to shoulder.
His colourful tattoos complete the look and add something irresistible to him, ridiculously charming – an impeccable portrayal of a ravishing man you should keep your distance from, but what can you say, your connection is like a magnet pulling you to him. You had kept your distance from him – even
back when you two were still in high school and he was a grade above you – but once a taste of what
it’s like to be with Jungkook and you became, mutually, addicted.
And as long as your brother doesn’t get a whiff of it – everything's fine.
“Wanna cum inside,” Jungkook breathes. His hand grips your ass tightly. “Can I cum inside?”
You rarely allow him to cum inside, but the way a desperate, whiny pitch accompanied by little puffs and moans colour his voice lets you decide otherwise.
“Yeah,” you whisper. “Cum inside me, fill me up, Jungkook.”
“Oh, fuck.” His fingers sink into your waist. Jungkook fucks you relentlessly. “Gonna fill your pussy.”
With a guttural moan he pounds deep inside you, painting your walls white. Sloppy thrusts follow as he spills everything inside you, breathless noises hanging in the air.
Jungkook’s gingerly pulls his cock out, lightly tapping it against your pussy coated in your mixed juices.
“Bend over.”
Your hands are flat against the wall again, arching your back for Jungkook.
“Shit.” His palms smooth over the expanse of your ass. “Your tiny pussy looks so good filled up with my cum.”
You giggle. You feel his digits gently trace over your folds. He dips his finger in your cum filled hole.
“Up,” he instructs.
When you stand in front of him again, he holds his finger coated with his cum in front of your face.
On instinct, you open your mouth for him.
You close your lips around the pad of his tatted finger. Your tongue swirls around it, the taste of his cum spreading in your mouth.
Jungkook wears a fond smile on his face. He removes his finger when you swallow. “Good girl.”
Suddenly, someone yells your name from outside the bathroom.
You shriek.
“Relax, it’s just me.” Taehyung.
What the hell is he doing here so early?
You take a step back from Jungkook. “What do you want?” you yell.
“I think I left my AirPods here.”
Your eyebrows draw together in annoyance. “You came all the way back for that?”
Taehyung ignores your accusatory tone. “Can I come in? They gotta be here.”
You send a worried glance at Jungkook. But he just nods, giving your waist a reassuring squeeze.
The shower curtain is opaque. If Jungkook stays silent he won’t notice anything.
Jungkook pushes the shower curtain aside, pointing at the pile of clothes. Your pyjamas mixed with his jogging attire. Shit.
“Hold on a second,” you tell Taehyung, trying not to sound too panicked.
You hurry to bend down, careful not to slip, and pick up Jungkook’s clothes from the floor. Jungkook hands linger on your hips to keep you safe. As you draw back, he pulls back the shower curtain and covers you both in the tiny shower.
“You can come in now.”
You hear him push down the doorknob. The door creaks a little as Taehyung enters the bathroom.
“It’s like a fucking sauna in here,” Taehyung comments.
The water is steaming hot – your choice, not Jungkook’s.
Your heart runs lapses in your chest. Your hand reaches for Jungkook’s arm, tightly holding onto him.
“Don’t forget that mum and dad are coming over this weekend.”
You mentally groan at his reminder.
Your first semester has just barely started a few months ago, but your parents can’t wait to check up on you.
“I know,” you reply.
“I think they wanna have dinner with Minho and his parents.”
Now you can’t suppress your piqued groan. Your forehead hits Jungkook’s biceps.
Taehyung chuckles. “You’re gonna pretend to be sick?”
“Mum will know.”
“Is me breaking his nose for you better?” You hear the smile on his face, but if you said yes, he’d totally do it.
You laugh. “Leave him alone. I don’t even know who he is.”
“Found them!” Taehyung calls. “Gonna leave now. Love ya!” You hear his steps leading him outside
the bathroom. The door shuts close.
Jungkook and you remain silent until you’re sure that Taehyung left the apartment.
You heave a relieved sigh.
“That was close,” you mutter against his skin. Jungkook doesn’t say anything.
“So who’s Minho?” Jungkook briefly moves his arm to nudge your head.
“Just a guy who studies here as well.” You prop your chin up on his arm, looking up at him. “My parents are friends with his. They want me to meet him.”
Jungkook nods pensively. His palms slide down your back.
“Jungkook,” you warn when you feel him give your ass a squeeze.
“What? Lemme play with you a little more.”
“But it’s time for conditioner.” He grabs your hand mid-air, before you can fetch the conditioner.
He intertwines your fingers. “Just a little more.” Jungkook nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck.
Your eyes flutter close.
Your arms loop around his shoulders. A shaky breath springs from your chest when you feel Jungkook’s fingers between your legs.
“Gonna make you feel good. I promise.”
Jungkook is insatiable and you’re willing to give him every part of you.
The perfect match.
~
Hours later, you sit in class.
The lecture is almost done. You find yourself habitually scribbling doodles on your iPad, next to your notes.
You keep thinking back on the incident this morning and how Jungkook and you could’ve gotten caught. Maybe there shouldn’t be any visits from him at your place anymore – it's way too
hazardous.
You don’t want Taehyung to find out. But you also don’t want to lie to him if you continue tackle this matter imprudently.
Your phone vibrates with a new message. You tilt the screen to your view. An immediate smile unfurls as you read Jungkook’s name.
Jungkook
hey
just wanted to make sure that you’re coming to the game later?
You
i am !! i'm excited
Jungkook
i’ll make sure to win for you
You
hihi
Jungkook
watchu up to rn
You
i’m in class
i’m bored
i don’t have friends
and i'm hungry
Jungkook
poor girl
you wanna come a lil earlier to the game?
You
why?
Jungkook
just so I can see you before the game starts
You
you’ll find me in the bleachers
like you always do
Jungkook
my eyes detect the pretty real fast ;)
You
🙄
Jungkook
so you don’t wanna give me luck before the game :(
You
how early are we talking about?
i still have classes
Jungkook
i dont know
enough time to give me sum good luck
You
what kind of giving luck are we talking about
🤨
Jungkook
you know
just
a little good luck kiss
You
good luck kiss?
you're annoying
Jungkook
i miss your lips
You
you’re sure no one will be there?
Jungkook
if you come early enough
You
i’ll come
just briefly
Jungkook
see ya princess
You’re gonna skip class to give Jeon Jungkook head.
The woman you are.
~
Jungkook slips you in the empty locker room without anyone noticing.
You both have mastered the ability to sneak into places unobserved, it seems.
“Just wanna stress that I skipped a class for you.” An accusing tone resonates in your voice as you turn to him, a finger poking his chest.
A bewitching smile swirls on Jungkook’s mouth. “Well, I’m happy that when you do, on a rare occasion, it’s to spend time with me.” He catches your finger easily, wrapping his hand around your wrist smoothly. Jungkook steps closer.
You can’t deny the giddy bubbles in your tummy whenever Jungkook flirts with you. It’s a prompt reaction – almost natural.
“You want your good luck kiss now?” The way he is staring down at you makes you feel a little jittery, but you keep his intense gaze, bashing your eyelashes up at him.
He traces a line with his knuckle along your jawline. “Whatever,” he answers. “Just the time I spend with you will bring me enough luck.”
A frustrated pout adorns your face. “I skipped class for this?”
“You don’t like spending time with me?” Jungkook’s brow quirks, a small playful smile curving his lips.
“No,” you deny vehemently. “I do like it. I just thought we were gonna do a little more than that.”
Jungkook chuckles. “I think you want it even more than me.”
Heat crawls into your cheeks. “So what?” You try to hide your growing shyness. “You were the one begging me to come here.”
“That’s right.” His thumb brushes over your lower lip, just the hint of a touch. “ ’Cause you always make me feel so good, princess.”
Shivers, everywhere. Jungkook leans down. He wants to tease you, you know it, but you stand on your tip toes and close the distance. You catch his mouth in a fierce kiss, fingers going straight into his hair, dishevelling the mess of his curls.
He walks backwards, pulling you along him until his calves hit the locker room bench and he slowly sits down. With his hands gripping your waist, he tugs you onto his lap.
“How much time do we have?” you whisper against his neck when he presses kisses down your throat.
“Don’t worry about it.” His lips move to your earlobe and he sinks his teeth into your soft skin.
“Jungkook.” You wanted to sound solemn, but it falls from you like a moan when his hands squeeze your ass. “I don’t want anyone finding us like this.”
“Then lets hurry.”
You shoot him a wide-eyed glance. “Excuse me?”
Jungkook ignores you and pulls you in for another kiss.
You are used to this, though. Spending your time with Jungkook like this always meant hurried touches and second look glances at the surroundings.
Your hips grind on his lap. Jungkook curses, his forehead falling onto your chest.
“I love this place,” he murmurs, palming your boobs through your tight sweater top. You giggle.
The bulge in his pants is pressing against you. Your hand clasps around it, squeezing a little. Jungkook groans at the feeling of your hand.
“I need you on your knees. Right now,” he commands in a rasp.
With a mischievous smile you sink down to your knees. Your trapped between his thighs. Jungkook quickly gets rid of his pants and briefs, pushing them down to his knees.
Jungkook’s cock lies against his abdomen. It’s pretty and salivating, his veiny length coloured in an angry red.
He strokes his cock, his thumb swiping across his glistening tip. “Open wide for me.” You feel his hand on the base of your neck. You obey nimbly, tilting your head upwards and sticking out your tongue.
Jungkook taps his cock against your tongue. The wet sound it produces sinking straight into your core. When he pushes his dick inside your mouth, you swirl your tongue around him. A string of curses follow the warm feeling of your mouth.
His cock is heavy between your lips. It reminds you of how his sheer size stretches your pussy when he fucks you, his mushroom tip rubbing against your sensitive spot and making you roll your eyes at the intensity. Your nails leave crescent marks in Jungkook’s thighs when you take him deeper.
“Just like that.” His voice gains something sharp and piercing.
You’re breathless when you pull off. You hold his length to your mouth; a dribble of spit runs down from his tip.
Jungkook moans at the sight of you spitting on his cock. He wants to shut his eyes and let your sinful mouth overtake every sensible part of him, but he can’t draw his eyes from you – his cock between your plump lips, your sparkly eyes looking up at him, a little teary because his size is still a little too much for you. Angelic.
Jungkook wants to blow his load right then and there.
Your head bobs up and down, palm stroking the part you can’t reach. The air is filled with wet, slurping sounds alongside Jungkook’s scratchy groans. You lap at the underside of Jungkook’s cock, tongue rolling around his head when you reach it, a kitten lick at his slit to add your teasing.
His dick twitches in your grasp. “Fuck.” He gathers loose strands in his palm. His hand lingers on the back of your head with your hair in a bundle to support you.
He urges you forward and your mouth closes around him again. Jungkook pressures you to take his cock deeper and you take his length further until your nose pokes his crotch. With shimmering eyes, you blink repetitively, his tip hitting the back of your throat.
“God, you look so fucking pretty with my cock stuffed in your mouth.” Jungkook hisses, keeping you down there. You swallow and his cock twitches again, the curse that flees his chest is low and it does something to your pussy.
He pulls you off his cock, just to push you down again. You gag, eyes tightly closed as Jungkook has his way with you.
“Love to hear you gag for me.” A deep crease appears between his eyebrows. “So good at taking my cock. Gonna make me fucking cum.”
Jungkook’s muscular thighs shake beneath your palms. His hips move desirously upwards, full length sheathed in your throat.
“Gonna cum – fuck ‘m gonna cum. You’re gonna swallow like the good girl you are?”
Jungkook’s cum shoots inside you. His hand in your hair goes limp. You suck on his tip, lazily stroking his dick to pump everything out while he’s breathing heavily above you. He hisses when your gentle touches are too much from him, pulling his cock from your mouth.
“Swallowed everything?” His voice is low, a little drowsy from his high. His fingers smooth over your hair to tame the mess he has created.
“Uh-huh.” A smile is on your face. You give his spent cock a peck before you rise.
Jungkook pulls his clothes back on. You walk to your bag discarded on the floor to search for tissues.
“There’s no way we’re losing the game today,” Jungkook says, smirking.
While you somewhat clean your hands you say, “Don’t jinx it.” When you’re done, you grab your phone.
“I’m not. We’re winning this.”
You stand in front of him. “Can you hold this?” You hand him your phone with the camera app opened, the screen showing you. Your fingers fold around his wrist to get the perfect angle of your face and you start fixing the mess of mascara Jungkook was the cause of.
“You don’t believe in me?”
“No, I do.” Impishness sways in your tone.
Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Princess, you should know me better than that.” He cocks his head, eyes intently watching you. “If we win, I’ll have my way with you tonight. If we don’t, you’re in charge.”
A tiny giggle escapes you at his proposal.
“Sure.”
You’re in for a ride.
~
Watching a hockey game of your brother has always been fun.
Not particularly because you are a fan of the game, but because you like to see Taehyung beam in his love and passion for it. You’ve always been a big supporter of his.
What made the games a tiny speck more enjoyable for you was his hot best friend playing with him.
You can’t keep your eyes off Jungkook. You keep searching for him, observing every move and play.
Sometimes you have to force yourself to pry your eyes away and see what your brother is doing.
It’s hard to force your attention away from Jungkook, but it’s even tougher to feign nonchalance because you attended the game with Chanyeol – a friend from class, but you two initially became friends at a frat party.
He usually tags along with you, together with your friend Naeun but she couldn’t accompany you today – too swamped with work.
“Taehyung’s really amazing.”
Chanyeol’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. Your eyes fly from Jungkook to Taehyung, your throat constricts like you’ve been caught in a criminal act.
“I know,” you say, a little awkward. “He’s always been this good.”
It’s half-time. The fifteen-minute break has just started. The bleachers are crowded, though some are leaving to use the small break.
Suddenly, the huge screens show close ups of the viewers.
The kiss cam.
The couple shown on the screen starts kissing and the entire audience cheeres.
You’ve never been on the kiss cam. There are too many people in the audience anyway, the chances to appear on it are low.
Unbothered, you turn to Chanyeol.
“You’re coming to the party this Saturday?” he asks.
“My parents are coming over this weekend.” You sigh at the thought of it. “I doubt I’ll be able to go out.”
“Yikes.”
Your phone vibrates. You unlock it to find a new message from Naeun. You’re occupied with texting Naeun when Chanyeol faintly nudges his knees to yours.
“I’m sorry, I-” When you look up, you see yourself on the big screen. “Oh!” you squeal surprised.
Chanyeol laughs beside you. A rush of excitement and nervousness courses through your system.
Chanyeol’s eyebrows raise in question.
Should you? Chanyeol doesn’t have a girlfriend, you don’t have a boyfriend. There’s nothing to lose, really. Exhilaration is clouding your judgement.
Slowly, a timid smile curves your lips upwards.
You lean in closer. Chanyeol takes the hint and cups your cheek. When his lips touches yours, your tummy tingles. You share a heated kiss, your body leaning in closer as you get lost in it for a brief second.
The applaud and cheers are blocked by your ears. You only focus is Chanyeol.
The moment doesn’t last long. When you both break the kiss, you smile at each other, giggles surrounding you.
The kiss cam isn’t focused on you anymore, another couple on the screen.
“You’re a good kisser,” Chanyeol compliments teasingly.
“That was fun,” you reply, the thrill of it all making you feel light in the head.
When you cast your glance to the field, it slowly subsides.
Taehyung is looking at you with sharp look. You know your brother too well. His expression translates to are you fucking serious?
Yes, you want to answer. Lemme have fun for once.
Your eyes roll unintendedly when you avert your gaze from Taehyung. But they, somehow, instantly land on Jungkook.
Your chest flutters, even from a distance his effect on you is intense.
The look he gives you is blistering, straight into your soul.
No matter how this is will end, Jungkook is gonna have his way with you either way.
AHHHHH this is so freaking good !!! i'm already in love with the dynamic of these two and would love to see more of their interactions especially with that ending ! thanks for writing lovely <3
t a g s : student!reader, professor!jk, teacher-student relationship, dom-sub undertones, some dubious situations bc reader is like what lmao, reader is a bratty little sub, fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, heavy petting, makeouts, jk is a meanie, some light degradation
w o r d c o u n t : 7.8 k
s u m m a r y : ‘Put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it. Hurts, but I know how to hide it, kinda like it..’
There was a little game you and Jungkook had played, testing each other silently and pushing all sorts of buttons to rile one another up. Jungkook didn’t exactly have the best reputation ever to begin with, in fact any student who had joined his course at one point in time didn’t have the best experience with him.
“He tore my paper up calling it trash and then called me useless, like I’m trying my best here sorry we don’t all come with a fucking PhD degree in Philosophy. Ugh, such a jerk.” Yuna rolled her eyes, smacking her lips together and popping bubbles with her gum.
⛓️summary: When your fuckboy model friend Park Jimin returns from Paris, Jungkook can't help but feel a little jealous and protective over you even though the two of you aren't technically dating yet.
⛓️word count: 2.6k
⛓️warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, dirty talk, oc is a lil brat, boy gets jealous🤭, soft cuddling, jimin is a tattooed fuckboy, no explicit smut in this drabble
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a/n: this was a cute lil drabble request for jealous!jjk!! if you make it all the way to the end, there ✨might✨ be a special teaser... lmk if yall would be interested👀
In the middle of class, Jungkook stares at the seat next time him where you’re busy giggling and texting away for some unknown reason. He’s dying to know the context so he can use it against you later to see that pretty smile once more.
“Hey you,” you whisper, leaning over in his direction. It’s rare for the two of you to talk in the classroom since you both agreed it was best to lay low about whatever the fuck this is between you and him. It must be something urgent. “Do you know any cute girls who are single right now?”
Jungkook just blinks at you in utter disbelief. You’re already sick of him, aren’t you? You’d rather fool around with some cute girl than fuck some loser who makes her finish her homework a week before it’s due. Well shit. It was fun while it lasted.
“Asking for a friend,” you add. Not helping, by the way. Could you make it any more obvious that you’re trying to break off this… arrangement between you and him? “My friend said he’s down bad.”
Wait.
You flash your phone screen in Jungkook’s face for him to read what you were presumably giggling about earlier.
Jimin🍄 [10:46AM] “A what tattoo?!🥵🍆”
Jimin🍄 [10:46AM] “Btw please tell me you know a cute girl who is as down bad as I am”
Jimin🍄 [10:47AM] “Paris was not as romantic as they make it out to be”
Y/N✨ [10:48AM] “hold on lemme ask the dilf”
The dilf has a lot of questions. The first being, “You have friends?” He’s mostly just teasing you for lacking genuine friendships despite being so popular, but this is the first time he’s heard you talk about a friend that wasn’t him.
“He’s a friend from high school,” you explain. “He’s been studying abroad for the past few years and just got back yesterday. I’m letting him crash at my place this weekend so we can catch up.”
Hmm. Jungkook wasn’t planning on sharing you with anyone this weekend, but this is a much better scenario than you outright abandoning him for someone else. In fact, he might even know just the right person to satisfy your friend’s needs.
“And why are you calling me a dilf—”
He never gets an answer because the professor calls on you to answer a question on the board. You glance up and give the correct answer with no hesitation despite the distractions next to you and on your phone. Your nerdy side is just as attractive as your bubbly personality.
He’s so lucky to have a girl like you.
“Jimin wants to have brunch with you tomorrow, by the way,” you say on Friday night as you snuggle closer to Jungkook on the couch. It’s one of those rare wholesome nights at his place where you aren’t dripping in pleasure, moaning your little heart out with him inside you. “I told him you’d hook him up with a baddie and now he wants to interrogate you to make sure you have good taste.”
“I think I have pretty good taste.” He looks right at your cute naked face with no makeup on. You’re also borrowing one of his oversized tees and using it as a nightshirt. Obviously, he has amazing taste.
“So you’ll come?” Your smile is so bright. How could he ever say no to that? “We can meet up with him there and go to my place after.”
“Sure,” he says. Besides, he’d like to see this Jimin guy for himself. From what you’ve said about him, he seems like a cool dude studying fashion design. But it’s also kind of fucked up that your closest friend abandoned you here without anyone else to rely on for all those years apart. It’s shitty to think how alone you must’ve felt until the two of you started talking barely a month ago.
“Cool, I think you’ll get along with him,” you yawn into his chest while twirling his hair around your finger. Thank god he decided to let his hair grow out so you could play with it as much as you want. “He’s like you but friendlier and fuckboy-ish.”
“If he’s friendly and fuckboy-ish, how is that like me?” Jungkook isn’t picking up what you’re putting down. He doesn’t like the sound of the fuckboy part, either.
“He has a lot of tattoos and a cute face, but he’s kind of mean in a teasing way. Just like you.” The twirling is slowing down. “A lot of people say he’s super attractive too.”
You reach for your phone that somehow ended up on the other side of the boy and pull up Jimin’s Instagram. Jungkook studies the page and clicks on a pic of your friend all suited up in Dior. Damn. Not only is he handsome, but he also knows how to pose and look good in photos. You kind of left out the part about him being an actual model.
Of course you have another attractive guy friend who enjoys teasing you. Of course this guy happens to be staying with you while he’s “down bad.” And of course Jeon Jungkook is not going to let himself feel a certain way about it.
The next morning, Jungkook wakes up to your arms wrapped around his waist as you’re still snoozing away on the couch. Very carefully, he peels your arms away one at a time, hops out of the blanket, and gives you his sleepy kitten to hold onto in place of him. You make this cute little whiny sound as you cuddle the cat.
Successful in leaving you undisturbed, the boy heads to his room and opens his sorry excuse of a closet. The majority of his wardrobe is just basic shit like hoodies, plain tees, ripped jeans, and sweats for the gym. He’s never really put a whole lot of thought into his fashion, but he woke up this morning with an urge to look somewhat good for brunch. It totally has nothing to do with that fashion model friend of yours.
After a good ten minutes of contemplation, he eventually goes with a nice crewneck and one of the few pairs of black jeans that aren’t all torn up. It’s just brunch anyway.
By then, you’ve woken up and thrown on that pretty beige sundress you left behind a few weeks ago. He’d conveniently washed it for you when he was doing a light load. Now you smell like his lavender laundry soap.
When the two of you get to the brunch place, you claim a booth and wait for Jimin to arrive. Your arm brushes against his as you flap through the menu. The booth is pretty spacious, and yet you’re sitting that close to him. He doesn’t mind, of course.
“I’m gonna get the pink strawberry waffles… but the chocolate banana pancakes look really good, too.” You point at the pictures like a child. “What about you?”
“Chocolate banana pancakes.” He didn’t have his mind made up until that very moment. You’re always stealing his food off his plate these days anyway. He might as well pick something you’ll enjoy.
“Ooh, good, now I can try it too,” you sing. Called it.
“Never said I was sharing,” Jungkook shakes his head. You both know he’s bluffing.
“What do I have to do for a taste?” you ask so innocently while leaning your soft tits against his arm. “Do you want me to get down on my hands and knees and suck dad—”
“Hi Y/N, hey Jungkook.” Your handsome model friend slides into the other side of the booth and interrupts your enticing proposal. Your eyes light up in a way Jungkook has never seen before.
“Jimin!” you smile.
“Hey,” Jungkook adds, a lot less enthusiastic than you. Of course Jimin is even better looking in person.
After ordering, you ask Jimin to spill the deets on his Paris adventures. In addition to an internship, he also did in fact spend some time modeling for a few luxury brands. Now that he’s back home, he’s planning on taking it easy for a bit before moving forward with fashion design.
So that’s why he’s asking for a baddie to kill time with. He can have anyone he wants as long as it’s not you.
As the two friends catch up, Jungkook notices the way you lean forward toward the other boy and laugh at nearly everything he says—although to be fair, he is a pretty funny and charming guy. That’s the kind of guy that would complement your playful personality so well.
The food comes shortly after, and you stare intensely at Jimin’s French toast even though you have a pretty pink waffle right in front of you and Jungkook’s pancakes right beside you.
“Really? The guy who just got back from France ordered French toast?” you snicker, turning to Jungkook to get him on your side. He chuckles, but only because you’re cute when you’re being mischievous.
“Would you like some, Y/N?” Jimin waves off your silliness. He must be used to it because it hardly affects him the way it affected Jungkook.
“Yes, please.” You cut off a small piece of French toast and go in for a taste. It gets not one but two thumbs up from you.
“Still a foodie, I see,” Jimin observes. You nod. He must’ve been the one you were dragging around to different food places back in high school. But now that’s Jungkook’s job, and he’d like to keep it that way.
So Jungkook waits. He waits patiently for you to ask for a taste of his food. After all, he ordered the chocolate banana pancakes with you in mind.
But instead, you’re minding your own business and digging into your pink waffle. Weren’t you offering a whole blowjob for a taste of his pancakes a little while ago? Now you suddenly don’t want it because he’d joked about not sharing it? This is stressing him out more than it should.
You turn and catch the boy next to you aggressively sawing through his pile of pancakes with his butter knife. Hopefully you don’t pick up on his distress.
“Are the pancakes goo—” Before you can finish your question, a few freshly cut pancake pieces are plopped onto your plate beside the pink waffle.
“You said you wanted to try it, didn’t you?” Jungkook tries his best to sound nonchalant about the whole ordeal.
Your Surprised Pikachu face quickly turns into a smug look. “Thought you weren’t sharing,” you hum as you indulge in the moist chocolatey delight. At the same time, your free hand casually runs along the boy’s inner thigh and gives it a squeeze under the table. Playing innocent might be part of your personality, but you know exactly what you’re doing to him. “The pancakes are yummy, by the way.”
Still, your touch is as much of a comfort as it is a turn-on.
“So, are you still interested in the hot girl Jungkook knows?” you ask Jimin. Jungkook hasn’t even shown you a pic of the girl, and yet you’re already hyping her up. You also aren’t aware that it’s someone he’s slept with in the past, but he’ll address that another time.
“Listen, when I said I was down bad,” Jimin lowers his voice, “I meant I need to get laid as soon as possible.”
“Damn, what happened in Paris? Who hurt you?” you frown as you take a big sip of coffee.
“I’ll spill the tea later,” he sighs. Looks like it’s still a touchy subject.
To lift the other boy’s spirit a little, Jungkook pulls up an Instagram page filled with a ton of colorful floral tattoos. If you scroll down enough, you might even find a few pics of his tattoos there too.
“She’s a tattoo artist.” He rolls up his sleeve and points out a few floral pieces that match the style from the Instagram page. “She doesn’t really post pics of herself, but she probably has more tattoos and piercings than me.”
“And she’s hot,” you add in even though that’s already been established.
“I’ll ask if she’s free.” Jungkook pulls up her contact info and shoots her a message. She responds right away.
Jungkook🐍 [11:39AM] “Do you have time for a walk-in today?”
Jungkook🐍 [11:39AM] “I know a guy who’s interested in you”
???🌼 [11:40AM] “😳”
Jungkook🐍 [11:40AM] “interested in your tattoos**”
???🌼 [11:40AM] “😔”
???🌼 [11:41AM] “todays been slow pls send him my way thx”
???🌼 [11:41AM] “tell him he gets a discount if hes cute”
???🌼 [11:41AM] “IM KIDDING PLS DONT TELL HIM THAT ILL GET CANCELED”
“Yeah she’s free right now,” Jungkook says, trying to keep a straight face. “I’ll give you the address to her studio.”
“Ooh, perfect,” you squeak at Jimin who still doesn’t look completely sold on the whole thing. “You can scout it out as soon as we’re done here.”
“Wait, are you sure it’s okay? I know I said I needed this asap, but I’m mostly here to visit you,” he says.
“Well, now that you’re back from overseas, we can hang out anytime. I’m not going anywhere,” you assure him, downing the rest of your coffee. You’re such a good friend. “And besides, it could be life-changing sex waiting for you at the tattoo shop.”
Jimin nods at your encouragement. “Alright, you’ve convinced me. I’ll go.”
“Good.” You slide your ass right over Jungkook’s lap to get out of the booth. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t lean into it a little. “Be right back. I drank too much liquid.”
With you off to the bathroom, Jungkook sits alone across from the other boy. It always gets awkward when the mutual friend disappears. What are they supposed to talk about now that you’re gone?
“So… are you two, like, dating…?” Jimin wastes no time in addressing the elephant in the room. “Y/N always avoids the question whenever I ask.”
“What makes you ask?” The question is mostly to stall time until you get back, but Jungkook is also curious to know what you’ve said about him.
“The way she talks about you makes it seem like you guys are married,” he chuckles. Wow, he has a charming eye smile too. Jungkook would’ve been threatened by that level of charm, but he seems to have already let go of that feeling. “She told me you’re raising a kitten together and that you’re always scolding or spoiling it like a true dilf—her words, not mine. She won’t shut up about how you’ll make a good dad one day.”
At least he knows where the dilf propaganda comes from now. He’ll admit it’s a lot more wholesome than he thought. You really do just gush about him to your best friend. Maybe you feel the same way he does when it comes to this unestablished relationship between you and him.
Maybe you also want something more.
When you return, you finish up your food, split the bill, and send Jimin on his way to the tattoo studio. Hopefully, it goes well for him. Not because Jungkook is worried the other boy might turn around and try something funny on you, but because he wants any friend of yours to experience the same type of feelings he feels when he’s with you. Damn. He wasn’t expecting to get all gushy this weekend, but he’s not going to fight it either.
“What’d you guys talk about while I was in the bathroom?” you ask on the way back to the car.
“Not much,” Jungkook shrugs. “Just about you calling me a dilf.”
“Oh no, I feel so exposed,” you whine in your favorite sarcastic tone. Then you turn to him and bat your lashes. Brat. “Am I wrong, though?”
a/n: okay i dont normally put notes like this at the end of my fics, but im gonna tease a potential jimin spinoff💖 lmk what you guys think!
⛓️pairing: model!jimin x tattooartist!reader
⛓️genre: smut, fluff, fwb2l, possible angst (??)
⛓️summary: After breaking up with your on-and-off boyfriend for hopefully the last time, an old fling sends his handsome model friend to your tattoo studio. And apparently, he’s as done with love as you are.
⛓️warnings: jimin & oc are both heartbroken and starved for sex (as you might have noticed from this drabble lol), oc is an actual baddie with tattoos everywhere and a belly piercing, there will be a lot more warnings if i decide to go through with this!
⛓️summary: After hooking up with the hot nerdy boy in your coding class over the weekend, you’ll use any excuse to keep his hands on your body all week long.
⛓️word count: 3k
⛓️warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, praise kink, dirty talk, oc is a horny lil brat, mention of getting wasted at parties, one instance of slut-shaming, oc makes an ignorant comment about earl grey tea lol, no explicit smut in this drabble
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a/n: this takes place a few days after p&p jjk & oc start talking to give us a glimpse of what their new dynamic is like in & out of class✨ btw despite what oc says about earl grey, i personally love it;;
After a weekend of sex, coding, kitten shenanigans, and more sex, you wake up to a beautiful boy with equally beautiful tattoos nagging you to “get the fuck up” for the “hundredth time” because “class starts in twenty minutes” and “attendance is worth 25% of your grade.” It somehow slipped your mind that it’s already Monday. Can he really blame you after fucking you silly several hours ago?
You tug at the collar of his hoodie and pull him on top of you. Still very much naked beneath the sheets, you suggest, “Or we can just skip class and extend our weekend? I’m sure we can find something fun to do.”
“Nice try, but no.” Jungkook offers you a hand and pulls you into an upright sitting position. The sheets slide down your chest, and you catch the boy staring a little too long.
“And you expect me to walk into class without a bra?” It’s not your fault you rushed over to his place last night in nothing but a baby tee and leggings. Why bother throwing on a bra when you know it’s gonna be torn off your body the second you step into his room?
“I mean, I’m not against it.” His eyes are still locked onto your chest. At least he’s a guy who appreciates art when he sees it. When he’s finally done, he digs through his closet and throws one of his grey hoodies into your arms. “But this will keep you warmer.”
You sniff the hoodie. It’s clean but still has the very scent you’ve familiarized yourself with a lot this weekend—blossoms and bergamot. It smells delicious.
With a sigh, you hop out of the bed and collect your pieces of clothing from every corner of the room. Your thong somehow wound up slung over his computer screen, but better there than on the floor.
Once you’re dressed in your day-old clothes, you slip into the boy’s hoodie and drown in his scent. The warmth that engulfs you makes you want to adopt his comfy casual style. At least on school days. Maybe you wouldn’t dread going to class so much if you could just sit there and be all cozy like that.
You’d still prefer to stay home and fuck him, though.
“You know what, I’m not feeling very well all of a sudden,” you lie. “Maybe you should stay home too so we don’t spread any germs to our beloved classmates.”
“Maybe you should just go to class like a good girl, and maybe you’ll be rewarded afterward,” he throws back at you. The way you perk up is almost embarrassing. But you’ve definitely got a thing for being praised and rewarded for good behavior. Especially if the prize is something pleasurable. So yeah, you suppose you’ll endure class for a few hours so that you can have some more fun later on.
“Fine.” You wrap your pinky around his to solidify the deal. He gives you a look but doesn’t pull his finger away. “But just know that you’re a nerd for never skipping class.”
“And how do you know I never skip class?” He raises his brow with intrigue.
“We’ve been in at least three or four other comp sci classes together, and I’ve never seen you miss a day.”
“Oh, so you’ve been keeping tabs on me all this time?” He’s totally calling you out. But he isn’t wrong. As quiet as Jungkook is in class, it’s hard not to notice someone who’s so incredibly smart. Doesn’t hurt that you’ve always thought he was kinda cute too.
“I guess you could say that,” you admit. What you won’t admit, however, is the fact that you’d wanted to talk to him back then but didn’t know how to initiate a conversation. You might be considered popular, but you sure as hell don’t know how to talk to people unless they strike up the conversation first. And Jeon Jungkook clearly didn’t have any intentions of being the initiator.
Thank god for that partner project that started it all.
Just before the two of you can get out the door, a tiny mew stops you in your tracks. The kitten looks up at Jungkook and cries again.
“You have to stay home, little one,” he says, holding a hand up for her to sit and stay. Like the naughty demon child she is, she ignores everything he says and climbs up his leg and into his arms. You can hear her purring as soon as she rests her chin on her dad’s shoulder like an actual baby. It’s so tempting to take a million pictures of the glorious cat dad moment and set one as your phone wallpaper, but you’d definitely run out of storage. Good to know you have some form of restraint when it comes to your infatuation.
After ten heartwarming seconds, he sets the kitten down in her pink bed and gives her a new tiger toy that was special ordered from some fancy cat shop on the other side of the country.
“Stay,” he tells her again before rising out of his squat. When she does as she’s told, he adds, “Good kitten.”
Oh, how you wish he was saying that to you right now.
“Your daddy really spoils you, you know that?” you giggle, waving bye to the kitty. A second later, you’re overcome by the urge to latch around Jungkook’s arm as you both head to his car. “When are you going to spoil me like that?”
He doesn’t give you a specific answer, but you’ll gladly accept the way he shrugs with the faintest hint of a smile. The two of you haven’t been talking all that long, and yet, he seems to be tolerating your antics well. At the very least, he must like you a tiny bit.
On the car ride over, you feel like you’re forgetting something. And then the boy’s stomach rumbles. Neither of you has eaten anything since the impromptu fast food run last night.
“Ooh, we should stop by the cute little bakery near campus before class,” you suggest, totally not trying to avoid class for the thousandth time today. “I heard they have really good muffins.”
“We’re gonna be late if we make any detours.” He catches a glimpse of your pout as he makes a right turn. “We can go after.”
Your pout quickly becomes a smile because he keeps sweetening the deal. You’re very much looking forward to the promised pastries and sex after class along with anything else he might throw in.
When you get to class, the usual gal crowd is hanging around your desk. Except someone else is there sitting in your seat. It’s Big Tim. Great. You love confrontation first thing in the morning.
Before approaching the seat thief, you watch him throw a cocky ass smile at Jungkook who straight up ignores it as he takes his seat next door. You would’ve appreciated a little help, but there’s nothing from Big Tim you can’t handle. Besides, the two of you agreed to keep the whole hookup thing lowkey and out of the mouths of your gossiping classmates. Otherwise Jungkook would probably end up hearing a wacky rumor-fied version of it from his tattoo artist.
“Hi?” you say to the guy in your seat. You’ll play nice for now.
“Oh hi Y/N, we were just talking about you.” Big Tim gives you a much kinder smile than the one he threw at Jungkook—a byproduct of being popular, you suppose.
“About what?” You’re genuinely confused.
“There’s a party at my place this weekend, and I’m hoping you’ll be there.” This is the first time he’s personally invited you anywhere. Is it a coincidence that he’s doing it in front of an audience?
“Thanks for the invite, but I’m all partied out for a while,” you respond as honestly and gracefully as possible. You have no interest in hanging out with Big Tim, but parties aren’t completely off the table forever. It might be fun to bring Jungkook to one eventually, even though he claims he’s uninterested in getting wasted with people he couldn’t care less about. “Can I have my seat back now?”
Big Tim laughs it off like you weren’t being serious. “Aww, don’t be like that. It’s just gonna be a small thing with you, me, and a few others. It’ll be fun, I promise.”
You and him? You almost gag. That doesn’t sound like fun at all. And what’s up with him dismissing your gentle rejection? If he didn’t want to be rejected in front of everyone, he shouldn’t have hyped it up in the first place. Now it just feels like he’s pressuring you into going along with it because he knows you’re too soft to make him look bad in front of others. Unfortunately for him, that’s not going to happen.
“I’m seeing someone—a single father, actually—and I’ve been helping him with his kid. So I don’t have time for your party.” The single father part is a bit of a stretch, but you kind of like the sound of it. He’s your local hot cat dilf after all.
The girls’ jaws all drop at the same time. Big Tim’s smile also drops a bit, but he continues to shrug it off. “Helping a dad with his kid? Anything for a good dicking, I guess.”
Okay, buddy.
You tried to stay courteous about the whole situation, and this is what you get in return. He can say whatever he wants to make himself feel better about himself, but it’s also sad to see not a single one of the other girls step in and call him out on his bullshit. You’re sick of it.
“Are you done? Can you leave now?” You look Big Tim straight in the eyes, although you’re hoping the girls take a hint to leave as well.
They don’t. Because they’re too invested in how Big Tim will respond as he opens his big mouth once more.
“She said leave,” Jungkook snaps out of nowhere. If you had to guess, he was trying to catch up on sleep after that long night with you, and now he’s cranky and mad that Big Tim can’t just shut up and take the L.
Big Tim and the girls collectively turn their heads toward the grumpy boy who cuts the conversation off with a death glare to each and every one of them. As expected, Jungkook is the only person who’d ever take your side on anything. And that’s why he’s the only one who matters to you these days.
At long last, the crowd disperses and everyone goes back to their seats. Just in time for class to begin.
As soon as class ends, you stretch your arms out, slip past all the girls who want the deets on this mysterious dilf you’re seeing, and meet back up with said dilf outside the building.
“Bakery time?” You’re smiling awfully bright despite the shitshow that went down before class. But that’s the effect Jeon Jungkook seems to have on you. You’ll take a bad day every once in a while if he’s there to make it a little better.
“Don’t bakeries usually close early?” he asks in a calm voice as if that isn’t the most devastating thing someone has said to you all day. You hadn’t thought about that.
In a panic, you pull out your phone to check the time and google the bakery’s business hours. Before you can get your answer, the boy chuckles, “It’s open. I already checked. You’re just fun to fuck with.”
You’d fight him for messing with you like that, but you’re too distracted by that chuckle. It’s a rare occurrence that you’ll treasure forever. Who knew he had such a charming laugh? And how lucky are you to be the one to hear it?
“By the way, thanks for earlier,” you say as you hop into his car. “I was about to throw hands at Tim.”
“I thought his name was Jim.” The boy looks so confused. You love it. “But yeah, you should’ve thrown hands for all that shit he said.”
“He wasn’t wrong about the good dicking though,” you hum. You can’t even remember the last time sex was this good.
“Definitely not wrong about that,” Jungkook agrees with a big fat smirk on his face.
When the two of you arrive at the bakery, you’re delighted to see that they haven’t sold out of the famous poppy seed muffins you’ve been eyeing on Yelp. You try to get Jungkook on board with the muffin agenda, but he opts for a buttery croissant—another solid pick. You’ll definitely be stealing a bite out of that flaky pastry of his.
“Which drink are you getting?” you ask, eyeing the drink menu like it’s a map of Disneyland. Everything looks so fucking good that you don’t know where to start.
“A London fog.” You have no idea what that is, but it sounds boring. “It’s earl grey,” he clarifies upon seeing the ignorance in your eyes.
“Isn’t that what old people drink?” you snicker. “You’re a nerd and a senior citizen?”
“Well what are you getting? A hot chocolate, right? Because that’s what babies drink,” he teases back. Now that you think about it, he calls you Baby an awful lot in bed. If the two of you were dating, you wonder if you could get him to call you that all the time. Hypothetically speaking, of course.
You do end up getting the hot chocolate while Jungkook gets his elderly drink. As the barista is ringing the order up at the register, a cute sign catches your attention at the other end of the counter because there’s a cat on it. You wander over to it and pick up one of the baggies with fresh baked cat treats in it. What a coincidence.
“Hey Jungkook, look. Let’s get this for Lucy, too.” Excited by your last-minute find, you scurry back to the register where the boy is already slipping his wallet back into his butt pocket. Fine, if he wants to pay for your breakfast, then you’re paying for the kitty treats.
After you pay and secure all your food, the two of you return to Jungkook’s place. The first thing you do is seek out the kitten who’s busy taking a nap on the boy’s bed instead of in her own.
She blinks at you with heavy eyelids and twitches her nose toward the bag in your hand.
“Good morning, little cutie,” you grin. “I brought you some special treats.”
Her big ears immediately shoot up as she starts pawing at the bag. She’s so fucking cute you could cry.
“You have to ask your daddy if it’s okay to eat one now.” You continue to use your baby voice before turning to the daddy in question standing behind you.
“Just one.” The stern dad voice comes out. “And make sure you break it in half. She’s small, you know.”
“Yes, daddy.” By now, the word slips so naturally off your tongue. You meant for it to be sarcastic this time, but you’re also very aware of what it does to him and his body.
He watches quietly as you break the treat into bits and hold it in your palm for the kitten to gobble up. She meows, optimistic for more special treats, but you stick to the plan and give her more pets and cuddles instead.
“Your daddy is so mean, huh. He doesn’t want you eating any more yummy treats,” you blabber into the kitten’s ear. She makes a whiny sound in agreement.
“Hey, what are you two conspiring about over there?” Jungkook frowns.
“Oh nothing.” You’re about to shoo him away but notice his lock screen flashing on in his hand. It looks like a pic of you and the kitten conspiring together. “Wait, what’s that on your phone?”
“Oh nothing,” he mocks you before changing the subject. “Drink your hot chocolate already. It’s getting cold.”
You take a sip of it as you devour the muffin. Your drink is basically cold chocolate milk at this point, but at least it still tastes amazing. The muffin slaps too.
“Taste,” you say as you offer up your half-eaten muffin to the boy. He takes a bite like a good boyfriend would—except he’s not actually your boyfriend.
“It’s good,” he shrugs as he goes back to the flaky pastry. “The croissant’s better though.”
“Let me taste.” You grab hold of the boy’s chin and taste the butter on his lips. He kisses back with long, tender motions that leave you wanting far more than just a casual makeout session. There’s no doubt in your mind that he tastes better than both the muffin and croissant combined. You pull back for just a second to say, “Hey, wasn’t I promised sex after class?”
“Do the homework first. It’s easy.” Of course Jeon Jungkook has his priorities straight, and of course you listen because you’re craving more of his praise. At least he’s a good influence on you. “And I never said sex specifically, by the way. Is that what you were thinking about in that dirty little head of yours?”
He’s 100% right. Your horny mind just believes whatever it wants to believe. Right now, it's telling you the boy wants it just as much as you do. He’s just better at hiding it.
“It was heavily implied though,” you huff as you take your laptop out and start on a boring coding exercise on his bed. “The sex better be really good!” And that’s a threat.
“When has it not been?” Jungkook shoots you an arrogant look. Good point. And apparently he’s already finished with the assignment because he shuts his computer off and turns his attention to your screen. He sits his ass right behind you, slips his hands up into the hoodie you’re wearing, and whispers into your ear, “Now hurry up and finish. I’m waiting.”
Summary: If Jungkook would have known an unintentional orgasm would have led to this, then he would have begged you to work out with him sooner.
Word Count: 5.5k
Tags/ warnings: himbo-ish jk, so much fluff idk where it came from, smut in the forms of: unintentional masturbation turned coregasm, oral (f. receiving), fingering, protected sex (because that’s really cool), mirror sex, doggy style, technically multiple orgasms, they’re both giggly and in love it’s kinda gross, jk is a tits man, he’s obsessed with boobs, it’s all very tame and kinda soft ig
Notes: yay first fic of 2023. this was way harder to write than i’d anticipated, hopefully i pulled through. and if there’s mistakes, no there aren’t!
<3 thank you to my prettiest baby @4amj3zz for reading this atrocity before i posted it
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If every living being’s foundation is made of stardust, scattered when born, then Jungkook thinks the two of you were made from the same star.
A friendship that’s near impossible to come by, crafted by the hands of a higher being— delicate fingertips moulding fickle personalities and emotions that seem incomplete when not together. Two angels sent to earth to be each others’ number one in another life they’ll spend together.
Precious, like naturally formed diamonds.
And maybe that’s what your friendship was, one of the world’s little treasures. One everyone yearns for, though only a select few have.
Sure, diamonds can be replicated, graphite turned jewelry, simply there for show. A statement piece if you must.
Fake diamonds and fake friendships that seem to be more common than the real deal. Hard to crack, though not impossible— splitting the two of you up into pitiful shards and lost pieces; where even the most skilled hands have trouble putting it back together.
Jungkook doesn’t remember life before you. Though he thinks it must have been dull, flimsy smiles, and friends that hadn’t bothered to call once they moved away.
His existence so easily forgotten, that the gnawing sadness didn’t seem to last as long as he’d anticipated. Simply walking the path of life alone, though he often thought solitude wasn’t all that bad.
Until your worlds had collided. The big bang of your friendship, a new world, a new start, everything so fresh and untampered with.
He’d thought about what life would be like if one day the two of you were to ever part ways, the very thought of you not being by his side like a harsh punch the gut.
And maybe he had gotten a little teary eyed on those evenings he felt a little softer, a little sadder at the thought of you ever leaving. His hands fumbling around his sheets for his phone, your voice his only remedy for his growing anxiety, where promises were whispered and sleepy smiles remained on your faces as you rested.
Jungkook doubts that day will ever come. And maybe that’s all just wishful thinking, a juvenile dream that the promise you’d made to one another would hold strong for the rest of time, until the two of you lay six feet under. Resting side by side until your bodies rot, flesh becoming one with the earth, what is left of your existence blossoming into something beautiful; perhaps a tree, a flower, truly anything, as long as you were together.
“Together?” you blink up at Jungkook through your lashes, eyebrows creasing in distaste.
Jungkook thinks you look pretty in that moment, even if you are pulling a face at him. The two of you sat at a bench in the park, your head haloed by the setting sun, last of the days warmth kissing both your skin in a gentle goodbye before the moon watches over the two of you.
Littles galaxies reflected in both your eyes, where Jungkook thinks each star in his represents one thing he loves about you; hidden behind the moonlight because he doubt yours represent the same.
“Yes” he nods, hair flopping a little over his forehead, and you push the stray strands out of his eyes. Fingers delicate as they brush over his skin, always so gentle with him that his heart flutters like the delicate wings of a butterfly.
“Kook, I love you— you know I do” and he nods, lips quirking up a little, “But working out just, isn’t for me” you conclude, tone firm and his shoulders deflate. Because he knows it’ll take more than glossy puppy eyes and a pout for you to give in.
“First off, I love you too—“
“Thank you” you nod. But Jungkook doesn’t think you understand the weight behind those words.
“And look, how do you know it’s not for you, if you’ve never tried?”
“You put me off” and Jungkook would have thought you were joking if you didn’t have that deadpan look on your face. One he was all too familiar with.
“Huh” he gawks, “How?”
“You always complain about sore muscles, and the thought of being sweaty grosses me out” your head tips forward dramatically, cushioned by your arms from the table.
“It’s a good ache” he watches you turn your head, lips moulded into an unconvinced pout as you stare up at him through your lashes.
“There is no such thing as a good ache, Jungkook”
“Is too”
“When?” you flail, unbothered as Jungkook’s hands wrap around your wrists.
“Sex ache”
You pause, “Excuse me?”
“You know?” he cocks his head to the side.
“No” you shake your head in utter disbelief.
Jungkook’s mouth falls open, “You’re a little pillow princess aren’t you, I bet you don’t do any of the work”
“Do too, besides—“ you swallow, “It’s none of your business” you pull your hands free of his grasp.
“Come on, I feel like we’re at a point in this relationship we can share these things” his cheek rests atop of your head, each syllable pulled out into a whine.
“I don’t wanna hear about your sex life, Jungkook” you huff.
You watch him sit up ramrod straight, brain whirring behind his eyes. You think that if he thought any harder you’d be able to hear the echo of his voice.
“Actually, I don’t really wanna hear about yours either” his nose scrunches up, melting your resolve.
A secret charm of his that he didn’t know he had; and you’d never tell him either, no way in hell would you let him weaponize your weakness against you when your heart could barely stand being sat so close to him.
“Best friends don’t always share everything” you quip, only it leaves a tangy taste on your tongue.
“I suppose” Jungkook nods, evidently less enthusiasm radiating off him.
Best friends. It always wet your mood. Like sour candy that’s too sour, or a cute dog that’s breath smells like a rotting carcass.
But that’s what you were, introductions to new classmates or new lovers; it was always best friends. Two simple words that felt like utter shit to say, tumbling past your lips like vomit and then you had to rawdog the aftertaste because you don’t have any toothpaste or mints nearby.
Never anything less, even though there was definitely a lot more going on between the two of you. (Not that either of you had any idea about that.)
It’s a wonder as to how neither of you had grasped the fact that every previous relationship the two of you had, had ended because of the other. Nothing ever seeming to fit in place, the click never being there when it came to someone else.
Communication is key in upholding a relationship of any kind, issues easily resolved with hours of conversation turned mutual understanding, and progression made with a mix of both actions and words. As two people whose love languages were physical touch, the former is just as important as the latter.
One of the only reasons your friendship has lasted this long, is that you both value each other enough to communicate when necessary.
Apart from when you could probably really use it, unidentifiable emotions weaving into your hearts, mixed with a dose of denial can really set you back when you’re near infatuated with your closest friend.
It’s not that either of you had never considered a relationship with one another, others outside your little bubble had brought it up enough times that the meager possibility of it actually happening had been cemented into your thick skulls.
Something nice tickling both your brains at the fact so many people thought you were together together; like, in love together.
Long gone were the days where you’d blurt out your denial to dating accusations with rose dusted cheeks, simply believing the world had a thing against opposite sex friendships. Now, the two of you just laughed off whoever liked to comment on how good you looked as a couple. (Which had brought more than a few of Jungkook’s relationships to turmoil)
It’s just that neither of you believed the other wanted anything more than friendship. A rookie mistake on both your parts, especially when you’d both establish that every and all emotions were to be discussed with one another, no matter what you felt.
“One time” you break the silence, any way to ease the growing tension between the two of you “I’ll work out with you one time. And never again”
You watch the smile as it pulls at the corner of his lips, the prettiest smile, your favorite smile, enough of a reward for whatever pain you’re about to put yourself through. Because as long as Jungkook was happy, then you’d crawl to the ends of the earth if it meant you got to see this smile one more time.
“I love you” he bends down, sloppy kiss pressed to your cheek and you can’t help your own smile, heated cheeks covered as you swat him away from your face. Wiping his saliva from your skin with the back of your hand.
“Whatever” you tut, though Jungkook sees through your faux annoyance.
“We can use my at-home gym as well, so we won’t even be in public”
“Wonderful. Let’s go back now, I’m gonna freeze my tits off if we stay any later”
You don’t catch Jungkook’s gaze flickering down to your chest, lingering a little longer than proper before he’s slinging his zip-up hoodie around your shoulders. Eyes flickering down to his hands briefly before he’s knocking shoulders with you.
“Chivalry isn’t dead” you utter, falling into Jungkook’s side when his arm falls over your shoulder.
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Jeon Jungkook was sex on legs when he worked out.
You were no stranger to him training, countless vacations together, where the morning was spent with him doing press-up on the balcony or the occasional few times he’d bench-press you for a laugh.
You’d never found it funny though, pussy throbbing between your thighs as he’d grab onto you, arms flexing deliciously. And he never seemed to question why you’d lock yourself up in your room after, purely a coincidence that you’d disappear for an hour after his little stunt.
You were no stranger to a half naked Jungkook either.
Nor were you a juvenile teenager whose panties got in a twist when she saw a toned stomach.
However, this wasn’t just any toned stomach.
Jeon Jungkook was built like Adonis. Carved where every crevice had meaning and every flaw only enhanced his beauty. And it’s hard to think the bushy haired, acne prone teen boy you’d first befriended had turned into this.
If puberty had benefited anyone, it was Jungkook.
“We’ll do something easy today, okay?” he claps and you nod, watching as he saunters over to a basket.
“Pink or blue” he holds up two yoga mats.
“I didn’t think you were into rhinestones” you snort, sun catching on the bedazzled rim of the pink mat— streaks of pink painting the wall.
Jungkook drops said mat, chucking you the blue one before he’s dropping to his knees on the floor.
“It’s one of my exes” he tells you, motioning for you to sit.
If people were flowers, then this is the moment you would have wilted. Deflating in on yourself; it’s not that you were jealous per-say. It’s not like him and his ex were dating at all but still. The very mention of her was enough for you to roll your eyes.
“And you didn’t throw it out?” the words hurdle out your mouth before you can even think about what you’re saying.
“No?” his eyes meet your own, “I’m not throwing away good gym equipment”
You sigh, somehow expecting no less from him. Jungkook was a man of many skills, and he’d hounded you to try hobby after hobby with him— but nothing got him going like a good work out. If all other passion in life disappeared then he would still have working out as his escape.
You sigh, “I have somewhere to be later, so let’s hurry this up” a little white lie, but that never hurt anyone.
“You’re not going on another one of those shitty blind dates, are you?” he groans and you whine.
“I told you, I’m never going on any of those ever again”
“You better not” he unrolls his mat, and you follow.
“Or what?” you turn your nose up at him and Jungkook’s foot collides with your thigh.
“On your back, you brat.”
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“How much more” you flop against the mat, eyes closing.
“That was only the warm up” Jungkook hums, pushing himself up off the floor.
You hear him walk to the other side of the room, cupboard door creaking open as he rummages around for something.
You peek up at him through your lashes when he throws a towel over your back.
“Roll that up” he motions towards it, coming to sit beside you, “And up onto your back again”
Your eyes widen by a fraction when he gently takes the towel out of your hands, pushing your knees apart before he’s closing them; towel stuffed between your thighs.
Your gaze travels down the length of your body, thighs twitching as Jungkook’s fingers wrap around your ankles.
“All you have to do is raise your legs like this okay?” and he demonstrates, making sure to keep your legs straight as he lifts them to a ninety degree angle from your torso. “Leg raises should be easy, even for you” he hums.
“What’s that supposed to mean” you snap, ready to push yourself up, except Jungkook’s hands press down over your chest.
“Hey! No complaining”
You swallow thickly, aware of Jungkook’s eyes on you as you raise your legs on your own this time.
“Pretty good, remember to tense your core when you do it, okay?”
You nod, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you do as you’re told.
Your eyes squeeze shut, body hyper aware of each small movement the towel has right over your clit. Pussy throbbing inside your panties and you worry your slick had started to soak through your shorts.
Jungkook doesn’t seem to take notice of your growing predicament, hands hovering over your calf to make sure you’re raising your legs all the way. Though that’s the least of your worries as you feel each new wave of unadulterated pleasure pulse through your core.
“Not so bad huh?” he grins.
It’s a strange sensation, pure arousal ebbing up your body, every brush of your panties over your clit, weight of the towel over your slit slowly bringing you to the precipice of an orgasm.
“I don’t think—“ you start, cutting yourself off with an arm covering your face at a particularly intense wave of arousal. Your stomach tightening at the feeling.
“Just a few more, you’re doing great”
“Kook, I really don’t think—“ your hand clamps over your mouth as Jungkook’s fingers take hold of your legs, helping you raise them; and that’s all it takes to tip you over the edge. And you can’t help the surprised moan that drips off your lips.
Your knees bend, nudging against your tits as your hand falls over your sodden pussy, dull wave of your orgasm throbbing throughout your body.
Jungkook looks down at you, eyes wide as you simply lay there with your hands between your legs.
“Did you just piss yourself?” he asks, mouth falling open in awe.
“What the fuck?” you cry, “I just came you idiot”
Jungkook’s cheeks flush red, “Oh” he nods, “Oh. You had a— holy shit”
“Don’t look at me like that” your eyes glaze over with tears, heat prickling up your body in embarrassment, “I didn’t mean to, it just happened”
Your feet fall to the floor, towel falling from between your thighs as you let out a stuttered breath, body still buzzing with the after affects or your surprise orgasm.
“Jungkook?” you peek up at him through hooded eyes, heart pattering so hard in your chest you could feel it in your throat.
Jungkook’s eyes meet your own, “That was so fucking hot” he groans, “Looked so pretty”
You watch as his hand rubs over his shorts, his own arousal hard to hide as his head tips back in a way that extenuates his neck.
“Huh?” your eyes widen, willing yourself to not look at what his hands were doing.
“Should have known something like this would have turned you on”
“I wasn’t even turned on” you exasperate, “I clenched my core like you said and it just happened”
“Mhmm” and you can tell he’s unconvinced.
“Stop rubbing your dick, you horny piece of shit” you clamp a hand over your eyes, thighs clenching when he lets out a deep groan.
“Can’t help it” he lets out a sigh, “I’ve been dreaming of what you’d look like when you came, shame it wasn’t on my cock”
Your hand falls from your eyes, “Dreaming?”
“God, haven’t I made it obvious?” he asks, his own hands falling to his sides, though now you have a full view of his straining erection.
“Made what obvious?” you whisper.
“That I like you” he asks and you gawk at him.
“You, like me? I’ve been trying to hint that I like you” you point at him, mouth falling open in disbelief.
“Huh?” it’s Jungkook’s turn for furrowed brows, “I swear you didn’t like me”
“I could have sworn you didn’t like me”
Jungkook snorts, “When did I ever say that?”
“You’re unbelievable”
“Me? What about you?”
Your body lays flaccid, muscles loose; heart hammering in your ears as Jungkook leans back on his hands.
“How long?” you ask, not daring to look up at him.
“High school”
You push a palm into the socket of your eye, low groan rumbling up your throat, “I’ve liked you since, I don’t know, probably high school as well”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, voice soft and you can feel yourself tearing up— so many emotions plaguing your mind at once you don’t know how to feel.
Jungkook scoots closer to you, “I could say the same thing about you” you huff.
“Why’re you crying” he frowns, thumb gentle as it brushes against your damp cheek.
“We wasted so many years. I seriously thought— you’ve had so many girlfriends”
“Because I thought you didn’t feel the same, I guess I thought my feelings would go away if I gave my heart to someone else. And then you started dating around too and I really thought I’d never have a chance”
“Me too” you sigh, nose scrunching up in distaste for all your failed relationships.
“Guess it didn’t work out for either of us huh?” he hums and you nod.
“I think we’re both stupid” you murmur.
And Jungkook nods, “I agree”
“What do we do now?” you push yourself up onto your elbows, frown on your face.
“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook’s head hovers over your own, the sun meeting the moon at the same point in the sky— your eclipse. The rest of your world suddenly shrouded in darkness, all you can see, think, smell, everything just Jungkook.
You nod, eyes flitting across his face as his arms cage your head. You can see his biceps flexing in your peripherals, thick muscle straining under the weight of his torso.
Jungkook’s lips hover over your own, a breaths width away from touching. You tilt your head up, pillowy lips cushioning your own and that’s when everything falls into place.
There’s nothing desperate about the kiss, ever so gentle and slow, the two of you aware that lost time can be made up in the future as you simply bask in this moment; your worlds aligning, tilting on the same axis, everything just perfect and right, and your hearts beating in sync, and breathing stuttered as you both pull away with hesitance.
Your hands cup Jungkook’s cheeks, eyes searching his own for anything, just something to tell you this wasn’t all a dream— that he really did like you back.
“You’re so pretty, you know?” he whispers, his lips pressing a featherlight kiss to the corner of your lips.
“No” you smile, giggle bubbling up your throat and Jungkook can’t help but grin down at you.
“I’ll tell you every day, all the time. You’ll get sick of me”
“I could never get sick of you, Jungkook” you push yourself up onto your elbows, noses bumping.
He tilts his head, kiss firm, and you moan as his tongue licks at the seam of your lips, a silent plea for access.
You oblige, arms slung over his shoulders as you bring his body closer to your own, heat radiating off the two of you in thick waves.
“You taste so good” he groans, hands wandering down your body, teasing as they pull up the hem of your hoodie, “Want this off”
Your fingers tug at the offending material, dragging it up your body, “Hang on” you pull away from the kiss, and Jungkook feels his cock twitch at the sight of you. Red swollen lips, a sheen of his saliva coating them.
You pull your hoodie over your head, throwing it somewhere, a problem for later. Thighs clenching as Jungkook stares down at you— eyes wandering.
“And this” his fingers skim over the edge of your sports bra, dancing over your skin, mapping you out of every little spot he wants to kiss.
You hesitate.
“We don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable” Jungkook’s smile is gentle, retracting his hands and you want to whine at the loss of contact.
“I want to” you tell him, hoping the shake in your voice didn’t sound too unconvincing. The incessant throbbing between your legs wouldn’t go away unless Jungkook helped you out and your patience was slowly wearing thin.
“But?” he urges.
“I’m nervous” you admit and he smiles; reassuring.
“How can I help?”
You squirm under his gaze, fizzling embarrassment painting your cheeks red, “Can we both—“ you cut yourself off with a whine.
“Come on, gotta use your words, my love”
“Can we both get naked” you splutter, “At the same time?”
Jungkook’s head falls back, fully belly laugh wracking through his body, “Of course”
You tug your shorts off, Jungkook following you; a pile of both your clothes laying forgotten by your head. You’re too distracted tugging your sports bra off to see Jungkook’s length slap against his stomach. Tip of his cock an angry red, his fingers barely touching his shaft as he closes them around the length.
“Oh” he croons, “How pretty. Can I touch you?”
You nod, falling onto your back.
Jungkook’s careful as he touches you, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples, testing the waters as he tugs at them, eliciting a breathy moan from you.
“Feels good?” his voice low, and you nod; hips involuntarily bucking upwards when you finally cast a glance at his length. Eyes widening a little in awe.
His fingers dig into your flesh, and he bends down, lips closing around one of your nipples. Your back arches, mouth falling open in a silent moan as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin; tugging in a way that sends warm pleasure straight to your core.
He kisses over your chest, lips worshipping your skin, fingers skimming over the underside of your boob.
Each gentle press of his lips are searing as he works down your body. And your breath hitches as his hovers over your pussy, folds glistening with your arousal.
“Oh baby” he groans, and your thighs twitch as his warm breath fans over your core.
Your fingers tangle into his hair, impatient as they tug him closer to where you need him; an embarrassed whine falling past your lips when he kisses over you clit, once, then twice.
“Jungkook” you squeak, legs tensing when he finally wraps his lips around it, tongue flicking at your clit meanly.
He simply hums, vibrations sending a new wave of pleasure straight through your body, another gush of wetness dribbling from your hole. Jungkook wastes no time, fingers scooping up your leaking arousal before he’s pushing them into you.
“Oh” your chest stutters a breath as he pulls his fingers out of you, tongue licking a broad stripe over your cunt before his thumb brushes over your clit.
“You like that?” he asks, though the question was rhetorical as he repeats the motion. Tongue teasing over your hole before he’s lapping up your slick; sucking at your folds, squelching lewd accompanied by each hearty moan.
Your thighs start to shake, clamping around Jungkook’s head though that barely deters him, as he pushes your legs open by your knees.
“Stop. Kook— please” you whimper, “wanna cum around your cock”
That catches his attention, and with one final kiss to your clit he’s pushing himself onto his elbows.
Jungkook looks like the epitome of sin, slick stained chin and swollen red lips, unashamed as he licks your arousal off his face, humming in satisfaction as your chest stutters out a breath.
“Lemme get a condom” he murmurs, lips pressing another kiss over your knee before he’s pushing himself to stand. Your eyes follow his body, heavy cock bobbing against his stomach with every step he takes.
“Hopefully they’re not expired” he calls from the other room, and you giggle at that, “We’re good” he flashes you a grin as he drops back between your legs; foil wrapper held between two fingers.
You watch his fingers run down his length, thumb brushing over his slit and you feel slick dribble out of your hole as a bead of pre-cum coats the head of his cock shiny.
“Please” your head tips back, hands impatient as they tug at your nipples; Jungkook completely entranced by the sight. “Hurry, hurry” you nudge his thigh with your foot, and albeit reluctant, he tears his eyes away from your tits.
He rips the condom open with his teeth, a cheesy attempt at seducing you, and you weren’t about to tell him all he had to do was breathe and you panties would dampen.
He rolls the rubber down his length, fingers wrapping around his cock as he tugs a few times. You choose that moment to flip yourself over, hips raised as your chest lays flat against the floor and Jungkook moans.
“My pretty baby” he croons, hands roaming your ass before he’s pulling your cheeks apart; eyes fixed on your clenching cunt. Ever so enticing, silently begging to be filled and fucked until you can’t think or walk; a perfect excuse for Jungkook to pamper you a little.
You wiggle your hips, giggle muffled in the crook of your elbow has he parts your lips with his thumb, gently dipping into you hole before he’s pulling out.
“Please, Jungkook”
And that’s all it takes for him to line the head of his cock up with you entrance, tip nudging against your clit before he’s pushing into you; every inch stretching you apart deliciously.
“So good” you sigh, walls clenching around him and Jungkook can’t help the stutter of his hips, punching the air out of your lungs at the sudden intrusion.
“Sorry—“ his fingers dig into your hips, “Just feels so good, sucking me in”
You rock back onto his cock, breathy moan tumbling past your lips as your ass meets his pelvis; cock fully tucked into your pussy.
“Give me a moment” you shudder, body thrumming in anticipation.
Jungkook hums, hands wandering your body, fingers dancing over your skin. A surprised moan echoes throughout the room as his hands grab both your tits, squeezing them, fingers rubbing over both your nipples sending hot pleasure straight to your cunt.
He can feel you rhythmically clenching around him, walls sucking him in as you rock forward an inch before you’re sinking back down on his length.
“Okay” you nod, fingers holding onto the edge of the yoga mat.
“You sure?” he asks, pulling out to the tip, hips slow as he plunges back into you.
“Mhmm”
You feel Jungkook’s fingers dig into the meat of your hips, picking up the pace of his thrusts.
You can’t help each near pornographic moan that’s pushed out of you with each harsh slap of Jungkook’s hips meeting your ass, skin smacking wet as your slick coats your thighs.
“So good for me” his head tips back, arms hooking around your bent elbows.
You let out a squeak as he sits you up, and your walls constrict around his length as he pushes deeper inside of you, gush of wetness clinging to his thighs.
“So good” your head tips back onto his shoulder, knees helping you bounce up his length.
Your back arches when the head of cock hits your g-spot, ring of creamy slick gathering at the base of his cock each time you pull up to the tip.
“Look at that” Jungkook murmurs into your ear, one hand tangling into your hair as the other settles over your throat.
He tugs your head up, and you catch your reflection in the full length mirror; insides of your thighs coated in a sheen of your slick, Jungkook’s hips thrusting his cock up into you, both your bodies glistening with sweat.
The red hue of your cheeks flushes down your neck and chest, shade darkening with each wet squelch of your cunt as Jungkook helps you bounce in his lap.
He watches your tits bounce, both his hands wandering to grab them, pulling your back closer to chest as he pounds into you.
“I’m gonna cum” you hiccup, hands scrambling to hold onto his bicep as your other hand travels down your body, fingers gathering up your slick before you’re circling your clit.
You thighs start to shake, crescent moons indented into your skin as Jungkook’s grip on your chest tightens, your walls throbbing around his cock, drawing him closer to his orgasm.
“Yeah?” his hips stutter, “Come for me then, pretty. Let’s come together”
You moan, fingers unrelenting as you thrum at your clit in tight circles. Your orgasm wracks throughout your entire body when it hits, stomach tensing as your cum coats Jungkook cock, which twitches as he thrusts up into you.
He holds you down on his length, deep groan rumbling through his chest as he shoots his seed into the condom, your walls continuing to milk him of everything he’s got.
“Good girl” he soothes, hands falling to your hips as you fall forwards, cheek pressed against the mat as Jungkook pulls out, thrusting back into you gently.
“Thank you” you whimper, thighs tensing as he pulls himself out of your sodden pussy, folds glistening creamy white.
✯ ✯ ✯
Everything feels right. The two of you tucked into Jungkook’s bed after a shower, both your hands roaming one another’s bodies.
You’d clung to Jungkook’s back as he’d cooked you both dinner, work-out long forgotten as you’d both worked up an appetite. Muscles too sore, too achey, to even think of carrying on anything that isn’t wrapping up warm in each others’ arms.
It’s strange how so much, but nothing had changed. You still danced around each other with practiced ease, hands still feathery light, skimming over hips and backs, where legs are tangled under blankets, cold feet on warm skin.
There was something mellow in the air, a film of freedom, hearts on your sleeves for one another to see, where kisses felt softer, deeper in promise and love.
All the ‘I love yous’ holding the right weight, both understanding that the love you feel is the right kind of love.
He’d thought about it a lot, from the day you’d both confessed; messy, but a confession nonetheless. (And he had made sure to ask you to be his girlfriend in a more romantic setting than his spare room turned gym). That maybe the time growing up as just friends wasn’t wasted.
Failed relationships and sticky breakups simply teaching the two of you the right way to love.
Learning the give and take of relationships, what it truly meant to be in love with another person. Where you want nothing more than their happiness, a pure sort of adoration that consumes your entire being until they’re always on your mind. Small, seemingly insignificant parts of life reminding you of them. Trinkets in corner shops or the changes in season, certain smells, textures of clothing.
Learning about what you want for yourselves and how to take care of one another.
So he doesn’t regret all those years spent as just friends. Because maybe the two of you were too young, too eager, too scared about something as precious as true love. Growing up together, as just friends, might have brought the two of you closer than rushed first loves and petty arguments that you’d look back on and regret.
Red string. Stars. Fate. Destiny. Any of it. Jungkook doesn’t know what brought the two of you together, two souls intertwined until you both part ways when your lights flicker out. Though he thinks you’d reignite them wherever the two of you end up later on, new lives, new worlds. New everything, where he gets to learn about you all over again, explore your being, as you explore his, and you’re moulding into one another once more.
He wonders how long you’ve both been laying there, lips pulled up into lazy smiles, kiss swollen; little galaxies reflected in both your eyes.
Where every glistening star is a reason as to why you love each other. Your galaxies shining with a million different reasons, moonlight no longer veiling what lay beneath.
Because Jungkook thinks, if people were made of stardust before they were born. There’s no doubt in his mind, the two of you were made from the same star.
💫 like, reblog, and feedback is encouraged!! thank you so much for reading <3
im forever a slut for friends to lovers and NOW im a slut for this jk 😫 this was so hot and unexpected?? from the smut to the sweetest confession i loved everything about this ! thanks for writing lovely <3
a/n: it is here, and it has not been proofread. i am so sorry for the lack of content on my part but i promise i will make it up to you guys. next one’s in new yawkkkkk
warnings: mean!jk makes his return, unprotected sex (if u do this i will end it all), fucking within the first hour of knowing somebody, degradation, a bitttt of dacryphilia, FINALLY WROTE OC SUCKING JK OFF, riding… dirty talk, i think that’s it. oh and an obscene amount of petnames.
[ sypnosis ] ; jeon jungkook’s existence never ceases to pain you with how much of a asshole and arrogant he is. you’re left confused when he suddenly becomes fixated on you, unleashing his darker desires. you realize it goes further than just a conquest lay, deeper—something to satisfy his sudden infatuation.
tags ; high school setting, all characters mentioned will be 18+, dub-con, reader is drunk and high when the incident occurs (potentially non-con? she consents afterwards but still), dark!jk, reader loves pot, slightly based off of euphoria (character’s only), jk’s based off of nate and reader’s rue, bisexual!reader, jk is toxic, has anger issues, tags will be updated according to chapter, drinking and smoking, drug usage (mentioned), manipulation, jk is not a good person, degradation, some touches here and there, jk uses the fact that you’re sad to get what he wants
fic playlist ; “bad, sad, and mad” -bibi, “toxic” - britney spears, “mount everest” - labrinth, “lost in the fire” - the weeknd, “shinigami eyes” - grimes
“you red my mind, you red my mind,”
Jeon Jungkook, the bane of everyone's existence, the guy who people either loved or hated. He was the kind of guy you wanted on your side, your typical little egotistical asshole who thrived off the attention of others and being the best at almost everything he came across.
I knew the little shit since grade school, quiet and reserved but oftentimes more snotty whenever he didn't like the way things were going. He got worse with the sudden growth spurt he fucking went through, it was like he had gotten slapped with a shit ton of steroids and suddenly his emo phase had been traded for a fucking Migos fanboy clubcard.
At least from what I've seen.
Jungkook wasn't this lanky ass teenager with side bangs who looked like he wanted to hex everyone in the room. He went from a My Chemical Romance reject to something straight out of a magazine or something. He learned to style his hair, courtesy of his older brother who had stuck a piece of gum in his hair on purpose one summer before high school started.
He kinda realized he looked better with a haircut and decided to do his research.
He took note of what the girls liked and what they didn't. Messy hair was hot however overgrowing it made you look like a bum. Girls also liked it if you worked out, the stronger you were the better. He ditched his old wardrobe and thanks to his Daddy's credit card he improved his shitty wardrobe.
By the time we were all seniors he had completely changed his entire fucking attitude and I couldn't be more happy to see his stupid fucking face all around school until the end of the year.
I seriously hate this guy.
The sound of the bell ringing snapped you out of your thoughts. You blinked hazily and looked around as most of the student body began walking in different directions to reach their destinations, You however remained still against the tree you sat up against, sketchbook lain across your lap and pencil long forgotten somewhere the grass.
You had no intentions of going to class, you figured you could just wander around until you weren't bored anymore or something like that. You wondered if.. no, you had already ran out the day prior already, you were going to have to bum some weed off of Jaebum or Mark. You suppose you weren't going to sit under the tree after all..
With a quiet huff you gather your supplies and lazily toss your backpack over your shoulder as you walk in the direction towards the theater where you knew those weirdos were always at. "Hi y/n." A few people say as you pass by, you don't really know them like that in fact you think they only know you because you're at every damn party that somebody throws.
You round the corner to pass by to enter the side entrance of the theater when you hear it. A locker slams shut, the is noise deafening as you flinch from how awful it sounds. You hear some girl's hushed voice, almost angry, and then someone else. You're not one to care but it's not a crime to be a little bit curious.
"Seriously Jungkook I told you we were over, you're a fucking pyscho and you're hurting me! Let go, you're causing a scene!" The girl hisses angrily as she jabs her finger in Jungkook's chest.
Jungkook is propped up against the locker, looking down at the girl just as angry but he's more relaxed about it, if anything he looks like this is a major inconvenience. He's got his large hand wrapped around her tiny frail wrist, gripping it tightly and you swear you can hear the little popping noise it makes as she struggles even more. He leans down to whisper angrily in her ear.
The girl doesn't notice you at first but as you grow nearer she turns to look at you, "Jungkook," she hisses, face full of embarrassment.
Jungkook pauses and side eyes you as you pass by. You look at the girl and then at him. You hate the way he stares at you, like you're the one trespassing or ruining their little moment. He runs his tongue over his lower lip slowly, eyes never leaving you until you fully pass by them and head into the theater. You can still feel his eyes on you even as you disappear into the theater.
He's a asshole.
+
After successfully obtaining the weed, with Mark of course immediately jumping on your case with a: "And you better pay me back l/n! You already bummed some off of me the last time when you only said you wanted a hit."
You tucked the small clear bag in your cardigan and made your way through the parking lot. Not far off you see the entire football team gathered around the field, listening to their screaming coach and then heading off to do laps around the track. A certain player catches your eye, you see Jungkook not far off leading the players as he runs ahead with Kim Namjoon running by his side.
With every intention to not be noticed you walk faster in order to avoid the players. At first you think you're gonna make it but you start panicking internally when Jungkook draws nearer and nearer. Just your luck you end up dropping your fucking sketchbook and pencil, "Fuck, fuck." You whisper crouching down to pick your stuff up.
It's too late, you hear his heavy footsteps closer and as you look up you swear the world feels like it's moving in slow motion. You stare up at Jungkook who turns to look at you, his eyes drop down to your scattered papers and then back at you. He looks at you like he did back at the hallway and this time it sends a shiver up your spine.
"Try not to get too high l/n," Namjoon calls out, "this rate you might as well be a walking advertisement for dispensaries." He smirks.
A few other guys snicker as they pass by you making little comments. You just want to get the fuck out of there, so you do.
You end up smoking most of the weed, stumbling a little because you inhale a little too much and you choke on your coughs. It's still midday so you can't exactly go home just yet, plus you reek of weed. You settle for wandering around the neighborhood near this local convenience store everyone seems to go to.
"Shit," you lose your footing and manage to catch yourself last second from eating shit on the pavement.
"Yo, l/n!" Your head whips up and you see Kim Jennie with two other girls in her car staring at you, "Want a ride?" She smirks knowingly.
You smack your lips together and nod, "Thanks.." You murmur as you slide into the backseat, waving at Irene and then Rosé, "Hi." You quietly say, voice so soft you doubt anyone in the car even heard you.
"Hi girilie." Rosé, ever so sweet, smiles as she greets you like she usually does whenever you two run into each other around school or at a party of some sort.
Jennie ends up driving you guys to her house under the pretense of her parents being out of town until later on in the day. Jennie being the nice girl that she is offers to let you have whatever snacks you're craving from her very well stocked up pantry. The others lounge in her room and when you finally present yourself you shyly sit close to Rosé and eat some chips you had grabbed from the pantry.
"Dude I literally hate my thigh gap," Jennie complains as she as she stands in front of the mirror, turning and looking at her body all around, "I wish I could like do something to make them chunkier."
Irene hums and peers up from the magazine she's reading, "Your thighs are fine, you are fine, is this about Jongin? Girl I promise you he loves you exactly the way you are right now." She rolls her eyes with a soft scoff.
"No! That's not what I'm talking about!" Jennie whines as she turns in the mirror once again.
You sit there in wonder if this is really all they talk about when they hang out? Rosé seems to be lost in her own conversations with Jennie and Irene is off in her own world. You can't help but stare at Rosé, your own heart picking up a beat as your cheeks grow a little hot. Is it you? Is it the room?
A million thoughts run through your head as you zone out and don't even realize Rosé is talking to you. "y/n?" She softly says, "Did you hear me?"
"No, repeat that again?" You cough awkwardly and avoid her eyes, ignoring the giggles in the background coming from the other two girls you forgot were in the room.
"I asked if you were going to the house party later on? You know the one Hoseok's throwing?" She offers you a tiny smile as she gently pats your shoulder, the touch burning, "Are you sure you don't wanna take a nap or something? You look like you're about to pass out." She giggles.
You gulp and shake your head, "I'm fine.." You reply, "I don't know, maybe? Where is it at again?"
Jennie hops on the bed and wraps her arms around you knocking you right out of your little daydream as she jostles you, "You can ride with us! I got you girl don't worry, you wanna borrow something of mine? I bet you're my size."
"Uhhh,"
"Yeah we can even do your makeup." Rosé offers as she grabs your hand, "What do you say y/n?"
For Rosé? Anything. Even if you didn't like makeup.
"S-Sure." You whisper.
+
The party is in full swing by the time you arrive with the others. Rosé offers to stick with you as she links arms with you and happily makes her way to the kitchen for some shots. "C'mon, let's see what kind of stuff they brought for the drinks." She excitedly smiles as she leads the way.
You feel a little naked, out of your comfort zone with all this makeup they put on you. Jennie lent you a little black top, it could pass off as a bra or something with the way your boobs were pushed up and exposed. She topped it off with a oversized jean jacket and a pair of low hanging jeans and a little belly chain she lent you. They even straightened your hair and did some light but bold makeup.
"You look hot." Irene had said to you once they were done. She didn't lie because you had more eyes on you than you can count. You watch awkwardly from the side as Rosé pours two shot glasses. She turns to you and holds one out with a smile, "The night's just getting started." She winks.
You accept the shot and raise it, "To.. us..?" You cringe at the way you sound so stupid.
Rosé smiles, "To us!" She raises your glasses together and then downs it in one go, making this cute little face as she shakes her head with a muffled whine. "Bleh." You smile in return, this could be the night.
You stick with her throughout the night and go wherever she wants to go. You end up dancing a little and then heading outside to meet some of her own friends. Occasionally Jennie appears with her boyfriend but you don't expect much cause she looks lost in her own world with him. You're lost too, lost in Rosé.
She looks so pretty under the neon purple lights, you think she looks best when she's happy and you want to keep it that way. You work up the courage to lay your head on her shoulder during one of her little run-ins with friends. Rosé doesn't seem to mind, she welcomes you and gently wraps a arm around you. Oh you like that a lot.
"Be right back," your dreamy state snaps, "I need to use the restroom real quick and get us more drinks. Sooyoung will take care of you." Rosé pats you so you could lift your head.
You nod slowly and eye her for a few more seconds, "See ya then." You offer a tiny smile to which she returns. You watch her go and then turn back around to slump in your seat, Sooyoung picks up on this and leans over to whisper in your ear.
"So how long you know her?" She says softly.
"Since grade school." You reply.
Sooyoung nods, "I barely met her this year, sucks cause she's a really sweet girl. Hey aren't you the girl that like once blacked out from smoking too much weed and drinking?"
You groan internally, this was gonna be your one-hundredth time explaining to people you didn't black out because of weed, you don't even think that's fucking possible to begin with. "No, actually uh well I kinda mixed some drugs with alcohol, as you heard it didn't end well for me."
"Drugs?" She whispers in awe like you just told her some life threatening secret, "No way, take it easy okay? We only have one life." She pouts shaking her head, "I only heard because my boyfriend said the guys from the football team were all talking about it after it happened." She says sympathetically, "That's pretty hardcore."
"Yepp.." You awkwardly reply and give her a thumbs up, "I'm good though, weed only for me now." You chuckle softly to lessen the tension.
Sooyoung smiles warmly but then her attention is elsewhere, you curiously turn around to look and just see some guy. "Who's that?" You ask and turn to look back at Sooyoung.
"I think that's Seungjoo, he might be looking for Rosé who knows," She shrugs picking at her nails, "they got a thing going on you know? She acts like they don't like each other but I can totally see it in their eyes. They're totally gonna bone." She grins.
Your heart stops and you try to hide your shock, "What..?" You whisper.
"Yeah you didn't know? They've been like a thing since last summer, I mean the whole school found out about it and," she goes on and on about this whole "drama". You don't care though, you end up zoning out.
Your throat feels dry and the room stops moving all of a sudden, you're in disbelief, and you kinda wish you hadn't heard that. "I gotta go," you whisper and get up hurriedly, "sorry talk to you later?"
"Oh sure." You don't stick around and book it out of there. You pass by the many people in the hallways and some who are exiting a random ass room. You don't care, all you can feel is the heavy pounding of your little heart and the ringing in your ears as Sooyoung's words echo in your head.
Rosé and him? A thing? Fuck it hurt way more than you thought it would, you already knew this was coming anyways. What did you expect from crushing on a straight girl? You were bound to find out so why were you crying about it now? You set your own damn self up.
"Yo watch it." Some guy says after you brush shoulders with him.
"Fuck off." You spit back and run upstairs to hide somewhere. "Please don't be fucking, please don't be fucking." You whisper and turn the knob as you open a door.
Fuck.
You come across the very fucking sight you wanted to avoid, Rosé and this Seungjoo guy, making out on the bed with hands all over each other. Their lips move together and Rosé's halfway on this dude's lap, hands tangled in his hair as she lets out the most prettiest fucking moan you've ever heard. Fuck this Seungjoo, and fuck the universe for making you witness this shit.
Rosé notices you and she pulls away, "Crap, I didn't know you were up here." She buttons her top back up.
You want to punch the stupid Seungjoo in the damn face but you force yourself to shake your head and smile, "No my bad, I didn't know if you were okay or not so I came looking for you." You awkwardly step around, "I'll just leave you two then." You whisper and head out, tears stinging your eyes.
'Fuck man.' You think and slowly make your way back downstairs. This totally blows, your heart is broken and you're not drunk enough to make it go away. That's life you guess. You grab a bottle from the counter and head out to the patio to drink it, alone like always.
The patio is dimly lit and no one is really around. You find a spot on the patio furniture and sit there drinking little sips at first before gulping down the alcohol. It burns and stings but you don't care, you're too fucking sad to care.
You sit in silence for what seems like eternity, just watching the water from the pool ripple and glisten under the lights. You're mostly checked out right now, gaze empty and heart aching. Why Rosé of all people? What the hell was with you liking people you could never have? You couldn't even gaslight yourself into thinking that she would ever give you a chance because that was bullshit.
Major bullshit.
You grumble softly and take another swig of the bottle, gulping down the bitter tasting drink. As you wallow in self pity you hear some new voices around the corner. It's Jungkook and Hoseok, the dude who threw the damn party and was the one you made out with you before you blacked out. They're smoking a blunt together as they talk about something you can't bring yourself to care about.
You don't care about them right now though, you simply slump even further and sip from the bottle. Hoseok is the first to see you, "Hey y/n," he calls out, raising the blunt in his hand as he smirks, "you want some?"
"Bring it over here." You reply and sit up as you blink slowly at them, "Here," you shove the half empty bottle in Hoseok's lap as you take the blunt from his hand and take a long drag from it.
Hoseok whistles as he raises the bottle to examine it, "Shit this was fucking full before, fucks got you so strung up y/n?" He shakes his head and takes a sip from it.
You ignore him and hand the blunt over to Jungkook, "Nothing," you glare at the water, "absolutely fucking nothing."
Jungkook makes a face but quickly masks it by taking a hit from the blunt, he sits back with a dark look in his eye as he clearly takes you in, you are showing way more skin than usual after all. Hoseok talks about some random shit you don't care about and you sit there silently listening and smoking. Jungkook's eyes are trained on you the entire time, occasionally you catch them drifting down to your exposed tits.
"Hol' on I'm gonna go bring another one of these," Hoseok says as he gets up, "don't do anything I wouldn't do." He calls out with a cackle as he disappears back into the house.
You're left alone with Jungkook and silence envelops you both, the only sound that could be heard is the pool water and distant cheers from the party goers inside. You're so fucked at this point, you can't even form a actual thought in your head because too many run through your mind. Jungkook smokes the rest of the blunt as he flicks the ashes, some falling on Jennie's jeans.
"So," Jungkook rasps out as he releases the smoke he was holding in, "fucks got your pretty little head in the clouds?" You don't like how fucking smug he looks and sounds right now, you're not in the damn mood to deal with his shit. Jungkook however thinks this is the funniest shit ever because he keeps going, "Oh wait I know, I mean it could be either two of these things," he smirks, "one," he coos, "Your little druggie friend Jooheon didn't give your druggie ass your daily fix."
Your nostrils flare in anger as you clench your fists tightly, "Or two," he leans forward to stare you dead in the eye, "your little girlfriend Rosé out here warming some fellas dick as we speak upstairs." He whispers.
"Fuck. You." You say through gritted teeth, "That's none of your fucking business."
"So it is true." Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back as his Adam's apple contracts, "Oh man I didn't think this shit was true. When Hoseok told me you were into girls I thought to myself, no way, that fucking pothead drug addict loves someone more than pot and molly?" He looks back down at you with an amused smirk, "How fucking cute. Does she know this? Prolly not if she's bouncing on some other dude's dick." He shrugs.
You suddenly stand up, legs shaky and balance unsteady as the effects of the weed and alcohol start to kick in. "I'm not fucking listening to you, you're a dick and I don't know how anyone can fucking stand you." You glare and start marching back to the house angrily as you flip him off as you go.
Right as you reach the patio door a pair of hands grab you and slam you right up against the wall, you stare back in shock and confusion, "What is wrong with you?"
"I could take your mind off of her if that's what's really bothering you." Jungkook says as he stares down at you, "I don't mind you using me if that's what you really want." He leans down to whisper in your ear, "Use me, forget about her." His lips lightly touch your ear, goosebumps rising all over your body.
"Are you even listening to yourself?" You groan and begin to struggle against him, "I'm not fucking interested-"
"And she is?" Jungkook cuts you off, "You think she's gonna ever want someone like you? A fucking addict? You can't give her what she needs y/n, you're just not for her. She'll never look at you the way you want her to," he presses you harder into the wall.
You whimper quietly and turn away, he really hit you where it hurts and tears begin to blur your vision. All of tonight's events come crashing down on you all at once and you're left feeling pathetic. It's true, you'll never be Seungjoo or what she wants. You're just you.. sad pathetic you.
"I can treat you nicely," he whispers against your cheek, "so sweet and soft," he grabs at your thigh and hoists it up around his hips, "I can fuck you any way you want, just say the word..."
You whimper softly, turning your face away but he gently brings you back to him. "What do you say?" He whispers.
His lips slowly draw nearer, breath ghosting over your lips. You shakily breathe into him, eyes fluttering as he presses into you, sealing the deal. You kiss back slowly, tilting your head a little as you place your hands on his shoulders timidly.
He softly sighs against you and tightens his hold on your thigh, so tight it has you whining in pain. He growls quietly and all but smashes his lips back on to yours, slamming you into the wall as he hoists you up against him. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold on tightly.
Jungkook's hands drop down below to your ass, squeezing you tightly and pressing your hips against him. You feel the bulge below in his own pants, and you start feeling hotter and hotter. Your panties grow damp and your clit tingles in anticipation. You want to grind on him, or have his fingers, anything you just need something.
His lips smack against yours as he pulls away to pant hotly into your mouth. He stares at your lips and then looks up at you, "Gonna fuck you so hard you forget about her," he mumbles.
You bite your lip, "Stop talking." You bring him back in, this time taking charge of the kiss and biting down on his lower lip, causing him to hiss a little.
You roll your hips eagerly against his and he slips a free hand between you two, sticking his hand down your jeans and cupping you through your panties. A moan bubbles out of your throat and you reach down to unbuckle his jeans. Jungkook dips his fingers past your damp panties when suddenly you hear someone call you.
"y/n?" Rosé worriedly says as she and Hoseok stand there together, "You okay?"
"Holy shit." Hoseok laughs when he sees the predicament you're both in.
You pull away from the kiss and shove at Jungkook's chest as you shamefully stand there, "Y-Yeah?" You croak out, clearing your throat as you bite you lip and stare up at Jungkook, who has a unreadable expression on his face.
"Jennie is ready to go, we're leaving in a few and I came to get you." She says as she side eyes Hoseok with distaste.
"Oh uh, I'm going!" You fix your pants and side step, ignoring the way Jungkook's nostrils flare in anger as he eyes Rosé and then you. You don't look back as you and Rosé link arms, you choose not to look because you already know he is. Just remembering how angry he looked had you shivering, and to think you'd were going to fuck him.
What a night.
end.
THIS WILL GET DARK PEOPLE, you have been warned. This is prolly gonna be like five chapters long, not too long cause I got other writings I need to get out first!
glimpse: having jungkook for a husband is great as far as arranged marriages could go; he’s easy to love. your relationship’s perhaps become so easy that jungkook doesn’t think sometimes — and that’s what makes it the easiest for you to hate him.
alternatively, you and jungkook married each other for business, but the both of you stay for love.
[ angst, arranged marriage au, fluff n really wholesome scenes (it cancels out the angst i swear), Jungkook Tries Hard (affectionate), miscommunication, jealousy, self-deprecation, sexual innuendos (no actual smut here!!), did i already say that jungkook tries rlly hard and is remorseful the whole time ]
notes: my year-ender fic for 2022 :) thank u for being here — i’m grateful for all ur love n support!! i’ll see u in the next one <3
as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!!
this is just the sweetest couple in existence ! jungkook is the most endearing and caring husband and how i adore how you've written him!!! these two may have their ups and downs but their love is so pure and so wholesome 😪 this fic was amazing and had me swooning thank you so much for writing <3
summary: in which jungkook won’t tell you what’s wrong and you get emotional motion sickness.
> angst, fluff / wc: 2.6k
> warnings: poor oc is hungry but gets nauseous from watching jk play mirror’s edge, one (1) ass slap, tearsss but i just love this couple very much T_T
note: my last post for the year, a humble gift from my heart <3 i hope you carry even a tiny piece of it with you to 2023 and always remember to treat yourself with the same kindness you give to your loved ones <3 i love you all :]
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you muffle a groan, burying your face into the pillow underneath your head. jungkook switched between five games in two hours, and it seems that he ended up settling with mirror’s edge because he’s been playing it for almost an hour already.
you can confirm that your boyfriend is stronger than you in many different aspects, because you genuinely don’t understand how he’s not getting motion sickness from playing this game while you, the lone audience, has been battling with it the entire time. but most of all, because it looks like he can hold out on you for a long time, and even if your life depended on it, you can’t do the same to him.
you turn your head just enough to take a peek. his back is facing you from the foot of the bed. it’s been your view since you arrived in his room, along with the 50-inch television infront of him. you argued that he’s sitting too close to the screen again, but he only brushed you off with a quick it’s just for today, and he hasn’t spoken a word to you since.
not being able to physically meet for periods of time is normal in your relationship, but the less frequent communication from your boyfriend for the past two weeks has been concerning you. you don’t like it. you don’t like the shorter phone calls, and the fewer to no text messages. you don’t like his avoidant eyes, his dismissive words, and when he dismisses you altogether. you don’t like the gnawing feeling of something is wrong and i need to fix this when you’re completely clueless, lying on his cold bed by yourself.
when you catch him taking a break to drink water, you seize the opportunity to snatch away his controller. your knees sink on the mattress, and you slightly lose balance as you fall back on your bottom.
he reacts quickly, trapping you in between his arms to steal it from behind your back, but the rough complaint melts on his tongue when your eyes properly meet for the first time in what feels like forever.
“are you mad at me? did i do something wrong?”
jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach, his facial features softening at the sight of your glassy eyes begging for answers. despite this, you still can’t get a good grasp on what’s running in his mind. and it’s killing you.
“no, why would i be mad at you?”
“i don’t know! that’s why i’m asking.” you answer frustratedly, gripping the controller in your hand tighter. “we haven’t seen each other in weeks and you’ve been acting like i don’t exist since i came here. it’s already dinnertime and i’m hungry and upset and i- i fucking miss you.”
you chase his eyes as you speak but he takes a step back to recreate distance between the two of you.
“it’s not like that. i’ve just been distracted with playing.”
a scoff of hurt and disbelief escapes your mouth, his words and actions only adding salt to your unattended wounds. “are you being serious right now? do you even want me here?”
when jungkook realizes the stupidity of the excuse he came up with, it’s already too late. he’s just been jumping from game to game, running around aimlessly, avoiding the root of your present argument like a fool. the foreign expression of hurt on your face sends him scrambling to fix what the damage he caused.
“of course- of course, i do. that’s why i agreed that you should visit. because i miss you too.”
his desperate hold on your arms gets shrugged off when the controller lands on his lap, with you muttering, “well, it doesn’t feel like it.”
“baby-”
“it’s okay. go play your games. just wake me up when you’re ready to have a real conversation with me, okay?”
you crawl back to your side of the bed, tucking the blanket up to your shoulders and burying your face in the soft cotton. it does its job in encaging you in your own little bubble, but the smell of cozy baby powder snaps the thread of resolve you’ve been recklessly balancing on. tears drip from your eyes and stain the grey blanket shades darker. and you silently pray he would just continue playing his damn game already so crying would feel less suffocating.
“but you said you’re hungry, baby. let me make you something.” he coos, his big palm stroking your calf lovingly to coax you.
oh, so now he wants to be sweet and attentive?
“does that mean you’re ready to talk?”
and you’re met by the silence that you’ve come to recognize all too well.
“then nevermind. i already lost my appetite anyway.”
“okay,” he responds after a few beats, his lips replacing his palm on your naked calf for a chaste, feather-light kiss. and you want to scream because the intimacy of it all only makes the yearning for his love, his attention, and god, his presence, swallow you whole.
it’s difficult to have a fight when you’re the only one fighting.
you take the opportunity to wipe away your tears and sniffle as quietly as possible when the loud footsteps and grunts of his character fill the room again. but you couldn’t bear to watch another second of the game. you quickly pull back the blanket over your eyes, the nausea creeping its way back into your system and rendering you imprisoned underneath the covers. soon enough, you slip into a slumber.
jungkook exits the game after fifteen minutes. after that small altercation, he just couldn’t get into it anymore. the little butterfly sticker you put in the middle of the controller made it impossible for his mind to focus on anything else but patching things up with you. you designed the controller because it’s the one you always use when you play together, claims it’s the luckier one, and these days he finds himself instinctively reaching for it when he plays alone.
you’ve been leaving these pieces of you all over his life. you already told him that you’re in this for the long run. what is he so afraid of?
“baby, are you really asleep?” he whispers with his elbow anchored on the bed and the heel of his palm supporting his head. after gaining no response, he carefully lifts off the blanket from your face.
his lips curve into a frown as he traces your puffy eye with the pad of his thumb. making you cry is exactly what he’s been wanting to avoid, but it seems that this served as a lesson on what not to do instead. he created another problem in the process of concealing existing problems, and he hates himself for not considering your feelings firsthand.
he kisses your forehead, creating a light smacking noise as he does so, before whispering once more. “would you get angrier if i don’t wake you up? i feel bad about disturbing your sleep.”
“i would.” your eyelids slowly flutter open, droopy eyes staring directly at his wide, doe ones. “now, care to tell me why you’ve been ghosting me?”
it’s only been over a month since you said i love you for the first time, and the paranoia of what if he realized that he doesn’t want this relationship anymore will continue to keep you up at night unless you confront him about it today. as much as his answer scares the shit out of you.
“i messed up. i’m sorry. that wasn’t my intention.”
jungkook sighs heavily, sitting up on the bed and resting his back on the headboard to gather himself together. you’re always straightforward— you’re not afraid to ask for what you want. he knows he already said it before, but ultimately, this was the reason why he gravitated towards you. you’re a breath of fresh air. but on the other hand, he’s used to putting his best foot forward. it’s always about what they would be pleased to see, because if he shows them something they don’t like, he would get eaten alive. that’s just how he makes a living and how he keeps his passions within reach.
“then what were you trying to do, jungkook?”
but now that you’re sitting by his side, the anxiety he’s been fostering in his mind is starting to look ridiculous. how could this lovely human being wrapped in a blanket, adorably scowling at him, ever eat him alive? if anything, you would share the blanket with him and build a fire to keep him warm.
“things at work are just- they’re really a mess right now. it’s always been like that but it’s a different type of overwhelming and i’m scared because . . .” he pauses when he feels his voice faltering due to his emotions crashing like tidal waves along the rocky shore. he may not be able to look at your eyes right now but instead, he holds on to your hand resting on his thigh.
“what if we’re flying too high too fast because we’re being set up to crash? i didn’t- no, it’s just . . . if i talked to you in the past two weeks, i would’ve just complained about how i’m having a hard time over and over again and i would cry, or worse, make you cry.”
“yah! what’s wrong with complaining and crying?” you scold him in a whiny tone, wiping his tears away with the back of your hand while your own freely stream down your face. “you’re a human being above everything else. you have the right to feel your feelings. if you don’t, they will pile up and the weight of it will break you.”
jungkook’s head falls on your shoulder. he sobs softly as his tears soak through the material of your shirt, and the scene breaks your heart so painfully that it’s difficult to breathe. your fingers comb through his hair tenderly, and your hand pulls away from his to wipe off the tears on his chin.
“don’t treat me like a stranger. please. i love you. i know i won’t fully understand everything you’re going through because we lead different lives, but we can still share the weight of it, and we can cry it out together. won’t you let me do that? won’t that make you feel even a little better?”
when he lifts up his head, you’re surprised to see a small smile playing on his lips. you blink at him blankly in confusion.
“you’re not pranking me right now, are you?”
“no! why would you think tha-”
“if you want to break up, just tell me directly like a real man would!”
he panics. “no, no, no!” he catches your furious fists pounding at his torso, holding them securely to his chest to calm you down. “baby! listen- that’s the last thing i want!”
you cease your attack, chest heaving as you wait for him to explain himself. alright, you may not eat him alive but you sure can fight him.
“it’s just funny because i remembered that the hyungs said i should talk to you because you’re the only person i listen to.”
you look at him suspiciously, giving up your futile attempts on escaping from his firm hold. “well, were they right?”
“they were. they tried talking to me too, but i couldn’t shake off the fear of breaking down infront of you.” his grip on your wrists loosens. he peppers your knuckles with kisses before releasing you altogether. “turns out that’s exactly what i needed. my heart feels so much lighter. thank you.”
you climb on his lap quietly, hanging on to him like a koala bear, with your limbs wrapped around his waist and neck. you’ve been dying to embrace him again since the moment you watched him drive away from your apartment more than two weeks ago. you regret that you didn’t stay in his arms for at least ten seconds longer despite knowing that he wouldn’t have the time to meet up with you again in the near future.
“are you crying again?“ he asks worriedly after hearing you sniffle.
“i really thought you were trying to break up with me. i had no idea what i did.”
“i’m sorry. i’m sorry-” your cheek is granted with an apologectic kiss. “it was an asshole move.” and then your temple. “i wasn’t thinking straight. i’m sorry, baby. i promise all my free time is yours again.”
he gives a final kiss on the top of your head before resting his cheek on it, rubbing your back with gentleness. he blinks them away when tears also start filling his eyes again, but he only made it easier for them to fall.
“lean on me. use me. i want to be there when you need me the most, okay?” you pat his cheek softly, connecting your lips with his but it doesn’t even last for five seconds because-
“i can’t even make out with my boyfriend in peace.” you grit your teeth in irritation as you tug your bag closer by its straps. you lazily dish out your ringing phone from the pocket. after seeing who the caller is, you opt with setting your ringer in silent to let the call remain unanswered.
it’s the group leader in one of your on-going school projects, and you’re 100% sure he’s going to beg you to do another groupmate’s share of work because he’s not satisfied with them again. unfortunately, you’re not in the mood to be compassionate today.
“my love?”
“hmmm?” you hum absentmindedly as you scroll through the notifications from the group chat.
“why is my shampoo in your bag?”
“oh-” you smile hesitantly as scrunch your nose, eyes landing on the two bottles of shampoo nestled in the corner of your unzipped bag. “please forgive me. i wasn’t thinking straight either.”
“that doesn’t really explain anything.” he rolls his eyes jokingly.
“well- uhm- when i went to pee earlier, i thought there was a big chance i would walk out of your house broken up with you. then i remembered that you went to like ten stores to look for that shampoo when you ran out ‘cause it’s the best one you tried when you had bleached hair . . .”
the smile on his face gradually fades as the realization dawns on him.
“and you also told me that the production already got discontinued-“
“so if we broke up and you were angry at me, you would’ve stolen my shampoo?!” he exclaims, flabbergasted by your simple yet deliberate plan on delivering revenge. “how is that not thinking straight-”
“but for the record, i realized that i would feel guilty since you bleach your hair a lot so i wasn’t going to go through with it!” you abruptly defend yourself, taking out the bottles of shampoo and handing them over to him to strengthen your claims.
he tosses them aside to hold your waist, chuckling in amusement when you cutely pout at him. that’s what you always do when you try to get away with something. oh my god, he missed your face so much.
“why? if i was really planning to ghost you into a breakup then i would’ve deserved worse.”
“but you won’t do that to me.”
“mhm-mm. never.”
“and from now on you’re going to complain and cry to me when you’re struggling.”
he eagerly nods in agreement. “i promise. i love you.”
“i love you.” you give him a kiss on the lips before climbing off his lap to reach for the controller he left on the edge of the bed. “now i want to play fifa.”
he playfully slaps your ass, which doesn’t elicit a reaction from you because honestly, you expected nothing less.
“sure, but shouldn’t we eat first? it’s almost 7pm.”
you groan internally when the thought of food, and your boyfriend’s exquisite cooking at that, remains unappetizing. “you can eat first, babe. watching you play mirror’s edge really made me feel sick.”
