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𖤐 Champagne Confetti ⋆ j.jk - @busanboykoo (“you won't regret me, champagne confetti” or maybe just jungkook wants you to tell him what you want him to do to you.)
𖤐 oh how you love longhair!jungkook . . . - @twilghtkoo
𖤐 Your boyfriend looks a little too good in his police uniform. - @badbtssmut
𖤐 e s p r e s s o - @joonberriess (boxer!jk)
𖤐 trippin' over, gettin' lost on you | jjk (m) - @euphorajeon (a visit to the coffee shop you work at rewards jeongguk not only with a cup of coffee and a plate of brownie, but also with something else simmering deep in his veins. a challenge is issued, and all hell breaks loose.)
𖤐 Don’t Blame Me | sugar daddy!jungkook one-shot au - @ctrlsht (You can have everything you want and need as long as you have Jeon Jungkook by your side. You were enjoying everything that Jungkook gives you and as long as you’re with him. You’re sure to yourself that you will never fail him but he was the one who failed you. Everything is fine until he gets too much.)
𖤐 WELCOME TO THE HEARTBREAK SHOW ── jungkook - @numinousher (you’re in love with your partner in class that everyone fears (and loves) due to his stoic facial expression and the way he rejects girls rather harshly. as you get to know him, will he be able to handle your heart that you so willingly gave him to care for or, will he break it due to his hatred for people who are in love with him?)
𖤐 It’s hard to stop but once it starts, it starts - @byuljoonie
𖤐 concrete king. (m) jjk - @bratkook (when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor theres no way you could ever say no to him)
𖤐 baecation - @1kook (“Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart.)
𖤐 test your morality (jungkook) - @trivia-yandere (jungkook's morality is tested when he's woken from his unconscious state to find you - his best friend - bound before him.)
𖤐 Needy | jjk oneshot - @jkslipppiercing (your boyfriend often helps you set up for your weekly girls' night...what happens when he gets needy for you only 15 minutes before your girl friends arrive?)
𖤐 ESCAPISM | JJK - @wnderkoo (୨୧ lipstick smudged like modern art..)
𖤐 Vérités Cachées (JJK) - @bangtanficsforyou (You try to make an escape from a beast, that you happen to have encountered while on a vacation with your boyfriend.)
𖤐 lonely hearts club (m) - @dovechim (jeon jeongguk has annoying little brother energy™. you know this deep in your bones. wedding after wedding, you keep running into him at the goddamn singles’ table, and he just won’t leave you alone. until you start to wonder... is he your ticket out of the lonely hearts club?)
𖤐 By Its Cover (M) - @gimmesumsuga (The one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression.)
𖤐 The Deepest Marks of Essence - @lleldey (When you found yourself circled by a tribe, you never thought it would lead you to tap into your deepest wants and desires. You are the oldest child, the example of how one should act at all costs, but if you ever manage to escape this maze and if your story ever becomes told, you’ll never be looked at the same. But it’s hard to regret it when your nights are spent with gentle caresses and starry midnight skies. You got everything you secretly longed for, but at what cost?)
𖤐 every hour, every minute. (m) - @aajjks (jungkook can be an animal when it comes to fucking you sensless.)
𖤐 ONCE AGAIN, MILAN ! - (nsfw) - @frmisnow (what happens when you and jungkook find yourselves once again in milan, this time with no business attached — well a hol' lotta sex for sure!)
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♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?
♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.
♧ warnings: Mentions of A LOT of SEX. minors please DNI. cursing...mature themes, jk is a horndog & immature, SO MUCH sexual frustration u might find it annoying. oc is drunk.
♧ WC: 3.7k
a/n: OMG HI i havent posted in literally forever 😭😭 happy new year ig goddamn last time i posted it was october like what anws enjoy this parttt and ofc as always share ur thoughts with me 🫶 if u wanna be tagged just drop a comment & i'll make sure to tag u!!
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I want to kiss her again.
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Sighing into the void of my shower, I wrap a towel around my hips after drying my hair.
Where should I sleep?
y/n’s in my bed, all doe eyes and soft pouts.
The same girl who got me all hot and bothered with my fist around my cock in the shower.
My dick twitches at the image of her earlier.
Mascara running down her eyes, messy lipstick smudged all around her lips.
God, her eyes.
God, her mouth.
I drop my head dejectedly, and just as the sight of her on her knees flashes through my mind, my cock begins to harden again.
Fuck.
This is unnecessary.
Why am I acting like I wasn’t having sex a little more than a couple hours ago?
I mean- sure, I am a lustful man.
I fucking love sex.
But im not a virgin. And im pretty damn sure I havent been one for a while now.
Yet here I am, my hormones all over the place as I fight the urge to hop back in my shower and masturbate.
To her.
The thought of her.
Even if I’d much rather cum while fucking her than to the idea of her.
Damn.
A time passed in my life where I was so used to sex, I was having it multiple times a week… an amount I had considered to be healthy and normal.
At least for a newly-of-age college student.
I more often needed to blow off some steam, and girls were easy offers.
Most of them I’d meet in some random club and have a one-night stand, no strings attached.
Others would be friends with benefits, only because we had chemistry and/or wanted sex with each other for the physicality of it all.
I was only ever committed once, and I hated it.
Fucking loathed it, I tell you.
I took it too serious, got way too attached.
Suffices to say, I was jealous most of the time…possessive even.
It resulted in the relationship being toxic, and not gonna lie to myself, I’m incredibly glad I got out of it before she child trapped me or something like that.
Oh yeah, she was that type of girlfriend.
Im thankful I ended it before it got too bad, though the healing process wasnt peaceful.
I just had sex all the time. With protection of course.
Got mostly drunk, too.
Blocked her away from my mind and thoughts completely, using mostly sex and alcohol if it got too miserable.
So, to say im masturbating when im used to having sex whenever I want is rare.
It’s accessible to me, so it's quite simple logic to fuck someone when im feeling horny.
Though I was addicted to it when it helped me forget about her so easily.
But to masturbate about someone because im horny for them?
That’s damn rare.
Y/n especially.
God, I think before shaking my head. Y/n of all people? Seriously, dickhead?
Snapping out of it, I open the door and almost jump out of my skin.
Oh.
It’s y/n.
But, when I really look at her now…
Shit.
It’s y/n.
Her eyes look wide awake as she stares back at me, all flustered and flushed.
A mere five minutes ago I was moaning her name and fisting my cock. She surely hadn’t heard anything…
Right?
Well, I doubt it, because as I race to gather my thoughts and just say something instead of gaping at her, she beats me to it.
Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear-shyly- her cheeks flush even more as she diverts her attention to the floor.
Holy shit.
She’s just so fuckable.
The fuck? She looks adorable. With nothing but a- my- loose t-shirt on.
But also, insanely fuckable. The t-shirt reaches her mid-thighs, and it’d be incredibly easy to just bend her over and take her right where I am.
What? I am a lustful man. At least I admit it.
I mentally shrug at the thought.
“uh- i- uh- um-“ woah.
She’s stuttering.
I wouldve found that annoying but I just want to kiss her now.
That’d probably shut her up.
“I heard- um-“ well, guess I’m fucked. “moaning? I thought you were in pain.” Even though her words are now slightly less slurred, she’s speaking in full sentences.
That’s good.
Is it, though?
“you’re more sober.” Yeah, I was moaning your name in pain because I wanted to cum so bad inside of your pussy, but I masturbated instead.
She sways, almost losing her balance as I instinctively reach out to steady her. “I drank the- uh- glass of water you got for me earlier.”
I did?
Oh, guess I did.
“good.”
“wanna sleep with me?”
My eyes widen of their own accord, lips spreading a mile apart as my jaw hangs open. Sex? Finally?
Her consent would send me over the edge.
“what- like-“
“no- not like-“
Oh.
Bummer.
And at the same moment we both shut up and stare at each other with wide eyes, my heart beats in my ears at a speed I cant keep up with.
Realizing the absurdity of the situation, we both burst out laughing.
She drops her head in her hands and lets out the most adorable drunken laugh, and I cant help but admire it as she does so.
Admire her.
God, I want her.
She glances up at me as our laughter quickly dies down, replaced with palpable tension.
My eyes cant seem to look away when her own trail down my body, following every individual droplet down my chest and reaching my abs with such intrigue.
They go down, down, down…
Until they meet the towel.
And when she takes her time eyeing the little hair trail leading to my cock- which is slowly but surely pitching a tent- I’m lost.
I’m so fucked.
So done for.
So down bad.
Because this girl fucking bites her lip and gives me the most innocent “fuck me” eyes I have ever seen.
And to hell with it.
I just might.
Regaining track of my thoughts, I push every diabolical fantasy of mine to the side and take a more subtle, civil approach to this horrid situation.
“y/n.”
She tilts her head as a light blush dusts her cheeks.
She seems to have snapped out of the daze she was in, because she clears her throat and drops her head again after ogling my abs for what seems like a lifetime.
Not that im complaining.
Based off of her body language, guess we’re both horny for one another.
Plus, he knows she hates me, which is why sleeping with her was a far possibility to begin with.
But her acting all “fuck me” is confusing the hell out of me.
She cant be that drunk.
Is she toying with me? Pretending?
She takes her eyes away from me and gives them to the floor, and god help me, I want my hand around her neck and her eyes on mine.
Possibly while doing other things but we’ll get to that later.
“aren’t you tired, y/n?” I bite out, getting myself ready to go into defensive mode.
I’m on edge.
Not to mention, horny out of my fucking mind.
Some might call it "sexual frustration".
I call it "bullshit".
I just came, but here she is giving me all sex appeal vibes and getting on my nerves.
Im getting sick of this.
I need a good fuck.
From her. I need her. I need to fuck her.
And that’s exactly why I’m pissed.
Because I cant.
Why?
If this girl was sober right this second, I would’ve gotten a slap to the face and a “go fuck yourself” for being shirtless around my own damn house.
But no.
Im getting lip bites and dreamy gazes.
Oh for fucks sake.
Even though her head slightly lulls to the side and she stutters a little to get the words out, she declines.
“not tired?”
“mm-mm.” so, no.
“don’t wanna sleep?”
“nope.” She pops the ‘p’, giving me a playful drunk smile as her neck cranes up to watch me.
Jesus.
“okay…” I stare at the wall for a beat.
“hungry.” She says with the cutest drunk frown ive ever seen.
Same.
Im hungry, too.
Not for food, though.
“alright.” I move for my room, only for the little minx to get all up in my private space.
“where you going?” she asks intently, eyes on me and lips apart.
Inviting is how she looks.
My thumb chases her bottom lip, fondling with it until im left stroking it.
Im not thinking.
I don’t want to.
Fuck. When she exhales deeply and leans into it, im tempted to take her right there and then.
But she probably doesn’t realize who I am, if she’s letting me get away with all this.
And that’s the thing.
She’s not sober. I never feel these things when she’s sober. I don’t like her sober.
But it’d be a dick move to fuck her right here, when she’s so wasted beyond oblivion.
She wont remember.
Which means if she gave me her consent, it wouldn’t be rational consent.
Im not an asshole, and I know “no.” is a full sentence.
Even if she wont say it right now to my face, she’d be more than happy to do so tomorrow morning. When she’s sober with a throbbing headache.
Which I already prepared for by placing some painkillers and water by the bed on my nightstand.
Because that was the plan.
Her sleeping in my room, in my bed- alone.
Whereas I’d sleep on the couch, and we’d both wake up tomorrow morning with clothes on in different rooms.
But here she is.
Her lips a hair’s breadth away from mine.
Did I mention how much I want to taste them again?
“need to put a shirt on.” I barely rasp out. She flutters her eyes shut when I stroke her lower lip one more time, eyes heated.
She doesn’t reply, instead letting me do everything I want to.
And that’s dangerous- her trusting me.
Because god help me if I was drunk- or at least as drunk as her- I would’ve done unspeakable things to this woman.
And that just doesn’t sit right with me, considering I might as well just do that sober with all the thoughts im having.
But her brother might come back; he might not want to spend the night at his fuck of the night’s.
I consider fucking her right there for another split second.
No.
Stepping back from her rather abruptly, I make a beeline for my room. I reach for the first pair of boxer-briefs I find and let the towel fall to my feet. In mere seconds, im fully dressed in a shirt and some random boxer-shorts.
I fluff my hair up in a towel to dry it, knowing I did a well enough job when it’s not as wet.
A look in the mirror, I stare back at myself as my hair’s messy, my face is flushed, and my dick is still rock-hard.
Man- fuck- I am so fucking horny for her.
I don’t know what to do.
Genuinely.
Should I just fuck her and get on with my life?
But what about her brother?
What if she resented me for it for the rest of our lives?
What if she doesn’t want me to?
I already know she doesn’t.
But she’s not possibly drunk enough to develop a whole new personality.
Again, is she toying with me?
…why not just ask?
“jungkook?” a soft knock on the door.
“coming.” And within a few steps ahead, I swing the door open and find y/n standing there, staring right back at me, all fuck-me eyes and sex appeal.
“so…” I rock back on my heels, her looking to the floor as the air between us grows thick with awkward tension.
“you said you were hungry?” she lifts her gaze to mine again, taking my damn breath away as every damn time.
Goddamn my hormones.
Her fucking eyes are making me horny now?
My t-shirt modestly covers all her curves, leaving only her legs to sight.
She nods at my earlier question, so I rack through my options.
I mean, there’s not much to think about. How hard can it be?
Just feed the girl.
“alright.” I awkwardly side-step her to make my way to the kitchen, uttering a low “come on” to get her to follow me.
Lifting her up by her hips, I seat her on one of the stools at the island and get to work.
Opening the cabinets, I find…
Nothing.
Fucking hell. Grocery shopping was on tae this week.
Her brother or not, he’s getting a good scolding as soon as I see him.
There’s basically close to nothing I could cook up that’d to a well enough job except…pancakes?
There’s a singular lonely box set in one of the empty cabinets.
I flick a glance af y/n.
“pancakes okay?”
She smiles with an assuring nod.
I grab it and make quick work to get all the needed ingredients listed for it on the packaging.
After everything’s set and ready on the counter, I cross my arms with a confused frown.
I know there’s something missing.
What the fuck is it?
“butter.”
Flicking my gaze to y/n, she maintains the eyecontact for as little as a second and goes back to picking at her cuticles.
“right.” I clear my throat. “butter.”
Grabbing it from the fridge and setting it with the rest of the ingredients, I start whipping it up.
Halfway through the process, I realize how weird the situation is.
Ive actually never cooked for a girl before.
Well, it’s pancakes. But still.
I couldve just ordered takeout or something.
A little more than fifteen minutes later, two plates mounted with pancakes, bananas (for presentation), and syrup are each placed in front of y/n and i.
Sure, I almost burnt myself here and there but it wasn’t too bad. Wouldn’t have happened hadn’t y/n been ogling me all the time.
She was too damn distracting.
Wasn’t my fault.
I noticed her looking at my hands mostly more than anything.
Hand kink, maybe?
Choking, perhaps?
Focus, jeon.
Right. Mac n cheese.
Oh wait no- pancakes.
Right.
I make sure to give her the one with extra syrup.
She likes it that way. Something I always noticed. She always added extra whenever we had some at their place back in town.
Ive been a few times, when tae would invite me to hangout on breaks. Who am I to decline?
Their mom makes amazing pancakes.
“thank you.” I barely register her gratitude before chuckling as I sit beside her on one of the stools, my own plate in front of me.
“for what?” with a glint of amusement in my eyes, my lips cant help but tip up.
She signals to the plate in front of her as response, just as I turn to fully give her my attention.
“it’s just pancakes, y/n.” I shake my head and focus on her adorable drunk frown.
“I will pay you back, though.” She sounds determined at that, and I just know not to doubt that statement.
“yeah?” my eyes narrow of their own accord, playfully challenging her. “how so?”
She sure doesn’t get the “playful” part as her brows dip in a frown.
“what do you have in mind?” she offers.
It’s an innocent question blooming out of pure curiosity.
The answer, though? Way beyond that.
Deeper.
Dirtier.
What do I have in mind?
Honestly? A lot of things.
Choking her at the same moment I take her from behind.
Maybe even spanking her while she rides me.
Why not pounding into her as she braces herself into the pillow and screams?
Ive always loved me a pillow princess.
All of the above are scenarios of how she can pay me back with her pussy, one way or another.
And that’s a dick move, isn’t it?
So, instead, I answer with: “grant me a wish.”
“a wish?”
“yep.”
“huh? You think im a genie or something?”
A light chuckle is all she gets before im on my feet, looking down at her confused wide eyes.
I walk calmly to the liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of red wine.
y/n eyes me curiously.
“what?”
“you wanna have wine…with pancakes?”
All I do is smirk in return.
“don’t judge unless you’ve tried it.”
That shuts her up immediately.
Approaching her with a smug tilt of my lips and a cock of my eyebrow, the wine bottle connects with the island tile with a thud, a contrast to the loud clank the wine glass makes as I cautiously set it down.
All the while aware of y/n’s undivided attention, she eyes me with the same intrigue im getting used to from her as I pour some wine for myself.
My forearms flex as I do so, my movements fluid as I raise the glass to my nose, swirling it around in the cup and taking a generous whiff, to which I greet with satisfaction.
I lock eyes with her own as I take a small sip.
The taste is welcomed, it calms me down.
But then she averts her eyes away from mine, blinks a few times, clenches her thighs, then focuses on her precious pancakes.
Im standing right beside her, towering over her seat like a predator.
Except the prey here unfortunately seems to be me.
y/n cuts up a piece of her pancake, reaches the fork up to her mouth and eats the pancake.
Seems normal, right?
She moans right then, sucking the fork clean out of her mouth.
Fuck.
What kills me most? Her looking up at me through thick lashes and innocent eyes.
Im going insane.
A muscle ticks in my jaw as I raise the glass if wine to my lips again, this time taking a much larger swig.
“what’s wrong?” she stands up. “you were acting all smug a second ago.”
Before I get to answer, she takes the wine glass from my hand, fingers slightly brushing mine in the haste of it.
“what are you-“
She then downs the whole glass in one gulp.
My jaw. The floor.
Setting it down gracefully, she looks at me.
Like, really looks at me.
Im literally hard again.
“you were right.” Huh?
“wine with pancakes does taste good.”
You know what else tastes good?
My dick in your mouth.
Her being right there but at the same time so far away is so fucking suffocating.
I want her. But I cant have her.
My jaw ticks again.
“oh my god! Loosen up, jungkook.” She exclaims when I stay silent.
“you were acting all playful two minutes ago, now you’re all jaw ticks and tense muscles.”
“trust me, you do not want me to loosen up.” One step closer. “and most definitely not around you.”
“why?” she challenges.
Wheres all this boldness coming from? The wine?
This girl cant be real.
“you gonna fuck me or something?”
That felt like a slap to the face.
She probably doesnt realize she hit a vein. Me getting all up in her face must give her a hint, though.
“you cant just say that.” I counter defensively.
“why?” her eyes thin with defiance. “because you might actually do it?”
I shake my head.
“no? are you a coward?”
Im not falling for that.
Was she playing all innocent to provoke me?
“remember that wish?”
“what do you mean?
“I mean,” I lean in, my face a breadth away, “one of these days,” a brush of my thumb across her lips. She gulps. “I’m gonna ask you to do something for me…”
Her lips part as an invitation, which I accept. “and you will so gladly do it.” I put my index and middle finger in her mouth, unable to resist this damn woman.
“no questions asked.”
By the end of my sentence, I’m left breathless.
y/n hums around my fingers, sucking on them like one would do a lollipop. I can feel her warm tongue swirl around me, as she looks me dead in the eyes and moans.
Holy god have mercy.
She pulls away for a split second, my fingers glistening with wetness as she asks, “am I doing it right?”
I nod, my eyes hooded.
She guides them to her mouth once again, this time deeper as she gags on them.
A guttural moan rips out if my chest.
My dick throbs in my shorts, a plea for her.
I should stop her and take her to bed- put her to sleep- but all I do instead is tuck her hair away from her face using my other hand.
“look at me, baby.” I coax her. Big doe eyes meet mine as my dick strains at the sight.
Wetness oozes from her mouth as she sucks my fingers.
“you’re doing such a good job for me.”
She sucks harder at the praise, taking it deeper into her mouth. Tip to base, all the while holding my eyes captive with her own.
But I cant take it anymore.
If im not inside her within the next minute, I might die.
Reluctantly taking my fingers out of her mouth, she releases them with a pop as she eyes me up, all hot and hungry.
Gone is the innocent look she once possessed, her eyes now full of unrelenting lust.
Her figure molds into mine and I hold her close as I kiss her with all the life in me.
I kiss her.
Tongue.
Lips.
A little bit of teeth. You know how it is, all caught up in the moment.
One moment she’s in my arms, kissing me.
Another, im slapping her on her ass as she jumps and latches onto my body.
Her legs wrap around my waste as my palms knead her ass gently.
Lustfully.
My t-shirt looks so sinful on her.
But I love it.
Love the way she bites my lower lip.
Love the way she moans as I suck on her tongue.
Love the way she’s making me feel by grinding her pussy against my dick.
But mostly?
I love the way I’m gonna fuck her to oblivion.
I cant make up my mind, though.
Might just fuck her right here, right now.
Drunk and all.
But that’s not right.
Is it?
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♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?
♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.
♧ warnings: Mentions of A LOT of SEX. minors please DNI. cursing...mature themes, jk is a horndog & immature, SO MUCH sexual frustration u might find it annoying. oc is drunk.
♧ WC: 3.7k
a/n: OMG HI i havent posted in literally forever 😭😭 happy new year ig goddamn last time i posted it was october like what anws enjoy this parttt and ofc as always share ur thoughts with me 🫶 if u wanna be tagged just drop a comment & i'll make sure to tag u!!
previous (part 2)
index
-UNEDITED.
I want to kiss her again.
-
Sighing into the void of my shower, I wrap a towel around my hips after drying my hair.
Where should I sleep?
y/n’s in my bed, all doe eyes and soft pouts.
The same girl who got me all hot and bothered with my fist around my cock in the shower.
My dick twitches at the image of her earlier.
Mascara running down her eyes, messy lipstick smudged all around her lips.
God, her eyes.
God, her mouth.
I drop my head dejectedly, and just as the sight of her on her knees flashes through my mind, my cock begins to harden again.
Fuck.
This is unnecessary.
Why am I acting like I wasn’t having sex a little more than a couple hours ago?
I mean- sure, I am a lustful man.
I fucking love sex.
But im not a virgin. And im pretty damn sure I havent been one for a while now.
Yet here I am, my hormones all over the place as I fight the urge to hop back in my shower and masturbate.
To her.
The thought of her.
Even if I’d much rather cum while fucking her than to the idea of her.
Damn.
A time passed in my life where I was so used to sex, I was having it multiple times a week… an amount I had considered to be healthy and normal.
At least for a newly-of-age college student.
I more often needed to blow off some steam, and girls were easy offers.
Most of them I’d meet in some random club and have a one-night stand, no strings attached.
Others would be friends with benefits, only because we had chemistry and/or wanted sex with each other for the physicality of it all.
I was only ever committed once, and I hated it.
Fucking loathed it, I tell you.
I took it too serious, got way too attached.
Suffices to say, I was jealous most of the time…possessive even.
It resulted in the relationship being toxic, and not gonna lie to myself, I’m incredibly glad I got out of it before she child trapped me or something like that.
Oh yeah, she was that type of girlfriend.
Im thankful I ended it before it got too bad, though the healing process wasnt peaceful.
I just had sex all the time. With protection of course.
Got mostly drunk, too.
Blocked her away from my mind and thoughts completely, using mostly sex and alcohol if it got too miserable.
So, to say im masturbating when im used to having sex whenever I want is rare.
It’s accessible to me, so it's quite simple logic to fuck someone when im feeling horny.
Though I was addicted to it when it helped me forget about her so easily.
But to masturbate about someone because im horny for them?
That’s damn rare.
Y/n especially.
God, I think before shaking my head. Y/n of all people? Seriously, dickhead?
Snapping out of it, I open the door and almost jump out of my skin.
Oh.
It’s y/n.
But, when I really look at her now…
Shit.
It’s y/n.
Her eyes look wide awake as she stares back at me, all flustered and flushed.
A mere five minutes ago I was moaning her name and fisting my cock. She surely hadn’t heard anything…
Right?
Well, I doubt it, because as I race to gather my thoughts and just say something instead of gaping at her, she beats me to it.
Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear-shyly- her cheeks flush even more as she diverts her attention to the floor.
Holy shit.
She’s just so fuckable.
The fuck? She looks adorable. With nothing but a- my- loose t-shirt on.
But also, insanely fuckable. The t-shirt reaches her mid-thighs, and it’d be incredibly easy to just bend her over and take her right where I am.
What? I am a lustful man. At least I admit it.
I mentally shrug at the thought.
“uh- i- uh- um-“ woah.
She’s stuttering.
I wouldve found that annoying but I just want to kiss her now.
That’d probably shut her up.
“I heard- um-“ well, guess I’m fucked. “moaning? I thought you were in pain.” Even though her words are now slightly less slurred, she’s speaking in full sentences.
That’s good.
Is it, though?
“you’re more sober.” Yeah, I was moaning your name in pain because I wanted to cum so bad inside of your pussy, but I masturbated instead.
She sways, almost losing her balance as I instinctively reach out to steady her. “I drank the- uh- glass of water you got for me earlier.”
I did?
Oh, guess I did.
“good.”
“wanna sleep with me?”
My eyes widen of their own accord, lips spreading a mile apart as my jaw hangs open. Sex? Finally?
Her consent would send me over the edge.
“what- like-“
“no- not like-“
Oh.
Bummer.
And at the same moment we both shut up and stare at each other with wide eyes, my heart beats in my ears at a speed I cant keep up with.
Realizing the absurdity of the situation, we both burst out laughing.
She drops her head in her hands and lets out the most adorable drunken laugh, and I cant help but admire it as she does so.
Admire her.
God, I want her.
She glances up at me as our laughter quickly dies down, replaced with palpable tension.
My eyes cant seem to look away when her own trail down my body, following every individual droplet down my chest and reaching my abs with such intrigue.
They go down, down, down…
Until they meet the towel.
And when she takes her time eyeing the little hair trail leading to my cock- which is slowly but surely pitching a tent- I’m lost.
I’m so fucked.
So done for.
So down bad.
Because this girl fucking bites her lip and gives me the most innocent “fuck me” eyes I have ever seen.
And to hell with it.
I just might.
Regaining track of my thoughts, I push every diabolical fantasy of mine to the side and take a more subtle, civil approach to this horrid situation.
“y/n.”
She tilts her head as a light blush dusts her cheeks.
She seems to have snapped out of the daze she was in, because she clears her throat and drops her head again after ogling my abs for what seems like a lifetime.
Not that im complaining.
Based off of her body language, guess we’re both horny for one another.
Plus, he knows she hates me, which is why sleeping with her was a far possibility to begin with.
But her acting all “fuck me” is confusing the hell out of me.
She cant be that drunk.
Is she toying with me? Pretending?
She takes her eyes away from me and gives them to the floor, and god help me, I want my hand around her neck and her eyes on mine.
Possibly while doing other things but we’ll get to that later.
“aren’t you tired, y/n?” I bite out, getting myself ready to go into defensive mode.
I’m on edge.
Not to mention, horny out of my fucking mind.
Some might call it "sexual frustration".
I call it "bullshit".
I just came, but here she is giving me all sex appeal vibes and getting on my nerves.
Im getting sick of this.
I need a good fuck.
From her. I need her. I need to fuck her.
And that’s exactly why I’m pissed.
Because I cant.
Why?
If this girl was sober right this second, I would’ve gotten a slap to the face and a “go fuck yourself” for being shirtless around my own damn house.
But no.
Im getting lip bites and dreamy gazes.
Oh for fucks sake.
Even though her head slightly lulls to the side and she stutters a little to get the words out, she declines.
“not tired?”
“mm-mm.” so, no.
“don’t wanna sleep?”
“nope.” She pops the ‘p’, giving me a playful drunk smile as her neck cranes up to watch me.
Jesus.
“okay…” I stare at the wall for a beat.
“hungry.” She says with the cutest drunk frown ive ever seen.
Same.
Im hungry, too.
Not for food, though.
“alright.” I move for my room, only for the little minx to get all up in my private space.
“where you going?” she asks intently, eyes on me and lips apart.
Inviting is how she looks.
My thumb chases her bottom lip, fondling with it until im left stroking it.
Im not thinking.
I don’t want to.
Fuck. When she exhales deeply and leans into it, im tempted to take her right there and then.
But she probably doesn’t realize who I am, if she’s letting me get away with all this.
And that’s the thing.
She’s not sober. I never feel these things when she’s sober. I don’t like her sober.
But it’d be a dick move to fuck her right here, when she’s so wasted beyond oblivion.
She wont remember.
Which means if she gave me her consent, it wouldn’t be rational consent.
Im not an asshole, and I know “no.” is a full sentence.
Even if she wont say it right now to my face, she’d be more than happy to do so tomorrow morning. When she’s sober with a throbbing headache.
Which I already prepared for by placing some painkillers and water by the bed on my nightstand.
Because that was the plan.
Her sleeping in my room, in my bed- alone.
Whereas I’d sleep on the couch, and we’d both wake up tomorrow morning with clothes on in different rooms.
But here she is.
Her lips a hair’s breadth away from mine.
Did I mention how much I want to taste them again?
“need to put a shirt on.” I barely rasp out. She flutters her eyes shut when I stroke her lower lip one more time, eyes heated.
She doesn’t reply, instead letting me do everything I want to.
And that’s dangerous- her trusting me.
Because god help me if I was drunk- or at least as drunk as her- I would’ve done unspeakable things to this woman.
And that just doesn’t sit right with me, considering I might as well just do that sober with all the thoughts im having.
But her brother might come back; he might not want to spend the night at his fuck of the night’s.
I consider fucking her right there for another split second.
No.
Stepping back from her rather abruptly, I make a beeline for my room. I reach for the first pair of boxer-briefs I find and let the towel fall to my feet. In mere seconds, im fully dressed in a shirt and some random boxer-shorts.
I fluff my hair up in a towel to dry it, knowing I did a well enough job when it’s not as wet.
A look in the mirror, I stare back at myself as my hair’s messy, my face is flushed, and my dick is still rock-hard.
Man- fuck- I am so fucking horny for her.
I don’t know what to do.
Genuinely.
Should I just fuck her and get on with my life?
But what about her brother?
What if she resented me for it for the rest of our lives?
What if she doesn’t want me to?
I already know she doesn’t.
But she’s not possibly drunk enough to develop a whole new personality.
Again, is she toying with me?
…why not just ask?
“jungkook?” a soft knock on the door.
“coming.” And within a few steps ahead, I swing the door open and find y/n standing there, staring right back at me, all fuck-me eyes and sex appeal.
“so…” I rock back on my heels, her looking to the floor as the air between us grows thick with awkward tension.
“you said you were hungry?” she lifts her gaze to mine again, taking my damn breath away as every damn time.
Goddamn my hormones.
Her fucking eyes are making me horny now?
My t-shirt modestly covers all her curves, leaving only her legs to sight.
She nods at my earlier question, so I rack through my options.
I mean, there’s not much to think about. How hard can it be?
Just feed the girl.
“alright.” I awkwardly side-step her to make my way to the kitchen, uttering a low “come on” to get her to follow me.
Lifting her up by her hips, I seat her on one of the stools at the island and get to work.
Opening the cabinets, I find…
Nothing.
Fucking hell. Grocery shopping was on tae this week.
Her brother or not, he’s getting a good scolding as soon as I see him.
There’s basically close to nothing I could cook up that’d to a well enough job except…pancakes?
There’s a singular lonely box set in one of the empty cabinets.
I flick a glance af y/n.
“pancakes okay?”
She smiles with an assuring nod.
I grab it and make quick work to get all the needed ingredients listed for it on the packaging.
After everything’s set and ready on the counter, I cross my arms with a confused frown.
I know there’s something missing.
What the fuck is it?
“butter.”
Flicking my gaze to y/n, she maintains the eyecontact for as little as a second and goes back to picking at her cuticles.
“right.” I clear my throat. “butter.”
Grabbing it from the fridge and setting it with the rest of the ingredients, I start whipping it up.
Halfway through the process, I realize how weird the situation is.
Ive actually never cooked for a girl before.
Well, it’s pancakes. But still.
I couldve just ordered takeout or something.
A little more than fifteen minutes later, two plates mounted with pancakes, bananas (for presentation), and syrup are each placed in front of y/n and i.
Sure, I almost burnt myself here and there but it wasn’t too bad. Wouldn’t have happened hadn’t y/n been ogling me all the time.
She was too damn distracting.
Wasn’t my fault.
I noticed her looking at my hands mostly more than anything.
Hand kink, maybe?
Choking, perhaps?
Focus, jeon.
Right. Mac n cheese.
Oh wait no- pancakes.
Right.
I make sure to give her the one with extra syrup.
She likes it that way. Something I always noticed. She always added extra whenever we had some at their place back in town.
Ive been a few times, when tae would invite me to hangout on breaks. Who am I to decline?
Their mom makes amazing pancakes.
“thank you.” I barely register her gratitude before chuckling as I sit beside her on one of the stools, my own plate in front of me.
“for what?” with a glint of amusement in my eyes, my lips cant help but tip up.
She signals to the plate in front of her as response, just as I turn to fully give her my attention.
“it’s just pancakes, y/n.” I shake my head and focus on her adorable drunk frown.
“I will pay you back, though.” She sounds determined at that, and I just know not to doubt that statement.
“yeah?” my eyes narrow of their own accord, playfully challenging her. “how so?”
She sure doesn’t get the “playful” part as her brows dip in a frown.
“what do you have in mind?” she offers.
It’s an innocent question blooming out of pure curiosity.
The answer, though? Way beyond that.
Deeper.
Dirtier.
What do I have in mind?
Honestly? A lot of things.
Choking her at the same moment I take her from behind.
Maybe even spanking her while she rides me.
Why not pounding into her as she braces herself into the pillow and screams?
Ive always loved me a pillow princess.
All of the above are scenarios of how she can pay me back with her pussy, one way or another.
And that’s a dick move, isn’t it?
So, instead, I answer with: “grant me a wish.”
“a wish?”
“yep.”
“huh? You think im a genie or something?”
A light chuckle is all she gets before im on my feet, looking down at her confused wide eyes.
I walk calmly to the liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of red wine.
y/n eyes me curiously.
“what?”
“you wanna have wine…with pancakes?”
All I do is smirk in return.
“don’t judge unless you’ve tried it.”
That shuts her up immediately.
Approaching her with a smug tilt of my lips and a cock of my eyebrow, the wine bottle connects with the island tile with a thud, a contrast to the loud clank the wine glass makes as I cautiously set it down.
All the while aware of y/n’s undivided attention, she eyes me with the same intrigue im getting used to from her as I pour some wine for myself.
My forearms flex as I do so, my movements fluid as I raise the glass to my nose, swirling it around in the cup and taking a generous whiff, to which I greet with satisfaction.
I lock eyes with her own as I take a small sip.
The taste is welcomed, it calms me down.
But then she averts her eyes away from mine, blinks a few times, clenches her thighs, then focuses on her precious pancakes.
Im standing right beside her, towering over her seat like a predator.
Except the prey here unfortunately seems to be me.
y/n cuts up a piece of her pancake, reaches the fork up to her mouth and eats the pancake.
Seems normal, right?
She moans right then, sucking the fork clean out of her mouth.
Fuck.
What kills me most? Her looking up at me through thick lashes and innocent eyes.
Im going insane.
A muscle ticks in my jaw as I raise the glass if wine to my lips again, this time taking a much larger swig.
“what’s wrong?” she stands up. “you were acting all smug a second ago.”
Before I get to answer, she takes the wine glass from my hand, fingers slightly brushing mine in the haste of it.
“what are you-“
She then downs the whole glass in one gulp.
My jaw. The floor.
Setting it down gracefully, she looks at me.
Like, really looks at me.
Im literally hard again.
“you were right.” Huh?
“wine with pancakes does taste good.”
You know what else tastes good?
My dick in your mouth.
Her being right there but at the same time so far away is so fucking suffocating.
I want her. But I cant have her.
My jaw ticks again.
“oh my god! Loosen up, jungkook.” She exclaims when I stay silent.
“you were acting all playful two minutes ago, now you’re all jaw ticks and tense muscles.”
“trust me, you do not want me to loosen up.” One step closer. “and most definitely not around you.”
“why?” she challenges.
Wheres all this boldness coming from? The wine?
This girl cant be real.
“you gonna fuck me or something?”
That felt like a slap to the face.
She probably doesnt realize she hit a vein. Me getting all up in her face must give her a hint, though.
“you cant just say that.” I counter defensively.
“why?” her eyes thin with defiance. “because you might actually do it?”
I shake my head.
“no? are you a coward?”
Im not falling for that.
Was she playing all innocent to provoke me?
“remember that wish?”
“what do you mean?
“I mean,” I lean in, my face a breadth away, “one of these days,” a brush of my thumb across her lips. She gulps. “I’m gonna ask you to do something for me…”
Her lips part as an invitation, which I accept. “and you will so gladly do it.” I put my index and middle finger in her mouth, unable to resist this damn woman.
“no questions asked.”
By the end of my sentence, I’m left breathless.
y/n hums around my fingers, sucking on them like one would do a lollipop. I can feel her warm tongue swirl around me, as she looks me dead in the eyes and moans.
Holy god have mercy.
She pulls away for a split second, my fingers glistening with wetness as she asks, “am I doing it right?”
I nod, my eyes hooded.
She guides them to her mouth once again, this time deeper as she gags on them.
A guttural moan rips out if my chest.
My dick throbs in my shorts, a plea for her.
I should stop her and take her to bed- put her to sleep- but all I do instead is tuck her hair away from her face using my other hand.
“look at me, baby.” I coax her. Big doe eyes meet mine as my dick strains at the sight.
Wetness oozes from her mouth as she sucks my fingers.
“you’re doing such a good job for me.”
She sucks harder at the praise, taking it deeper into her mouth. Tip to base, all the while holding my eyes captive with her own.
But I cant take it anymore.
If im not inside her within the next minute, I might die.
Reluctantly taking my fingers out of her mouth, she releases them with a pop as she eyes me up, all hot and hungry.
Gone is the innocent look she once possessed, her eyes now full of unrelenting lust.
Her figure molds into mine and I hold her close as I kiss her with all the life in me.
I kiss her.
Tongue.
Lips.
A little bit of teeth. You know how it is, all caught up in the moment.
One moment she’s in my arms, kissing me.
Another, im slapping her on her ass as she jumps and latches onto my body.
Her legs wrap around my waste as my palms knead her ass gently.
Lustfully.
My t-shirt looks so sinful on her.
But I love it.
Love the way she bites my lower lip.
Love the way she moans as I suck on her tongue.
Love the way she’s making me feel by grinding her pussy against my dick.
But mostly?
I love the way I’m gonna fuck her to oblivion.
I cant make up my mind, though.
Might just fuck her right here, right now.
Drunk and all.
But that’s not right.
Is it?
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♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?
♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.
♧ warnings: Mentions of A LOT of SEX. minors please DNI. cursing...mature themes, jk is a horndog & immature, SO MUCH sexual frustration u might find it annoying. oc is drunk.
♧ WC: 3.7k
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previous (part 2)
index
-UNEDITED.
I want to kiss her again.
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Sighing into the void of my shower, I wrap a towel around my hips after drying my hair.
Where should I sleep?
y/n’s in my bed, all doe eyes and soft pouts.
The same girl who got me all hot and bothered with my fist around my cock in the shower.
My dick twitches at the image of her earlier.
Mascara running down her eyes, messy lipstick smudged all around her lips.
God, her eyes.
God, her mouth.
I drop my head dejectedly, and just as the sight of her on her knees flashes through my mind, my cock begins to harden again.
Fuck.
This is unnecessary.
Why am I acting like I wasn’t having sex a little more than a couple hours ago?
I mean- sure, I am a lustful man.
I fucking love sex.
But im not a virgin. And im pretty damn sure I havent been one for a while now.
Yet here I am, my hormones all over the place as I fight the urge to hop back in my shower and masturbate.
To her.
The thought of her.
Even if I’d much rather cum while fucking her than to the idea of her.
Damn.
A time passed in my life where I was so used to sex, I was having it multiple times a week… an amount I had considered to be healthy and normal.
At least for a newly-of-age college student.
I more often needed to blow off some steam, and girls were easy offers.
Most of them I’d meet in some random club and have a one-night stand, no strings attached.
Others would be friends with benefits, only because we had chemistry and/or wanted sex with each other for the physicality of it all.
I was only ever committed once, and I hated it.
Fucking loathed it, I tell you.
I took it too serious, got way too attached.
Suffices to say, I was jealous most of the time…possessive even.
It resulted in the relationship being toxic, and not gonna lie to myself, I’m incredibly glad I got out of it before she child trapped me or something like that.
Oh yeah, she was that type of girlfriend.
Im thankful I ended it before it got too bad, though the healing process wasnt peaceful.
I just had sex all the time. With protection of course.
Got mostly drunk, too.
Blocked her away from my mind and thoughts completely, using mostly sex and alcohol if it got too miserable.
So, to say im masturbating when im used to having sex whenever I want is rare.
It’s accessible to me, so it's quite simple logic to fuck someone when im feeling horny.
Though I was addicted to it when it helped me forget about her so easily.
But to masturbate about someone because im horny for them?
That’s damn rare.
Y/n especially.
God, I think before shaking my head. Y/n of all people? Seriously, dickhead?
Snapping out of it, I open the door and almost jump out of my skin.
Oh.
It’s y/n.
But, when I really look at her now…
Shit.
It’s y/n.
Her eyes look wide awake as she stares back at me, all flustered and flushed.
A mere five minutes ago I was moaning her name and fisting my cock. She surely hadn’t heard anything…
Right?
Well, I doubt it, because as I race to gather my thoughts and just say something instead of gaping at her, she beats me to it.
Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear-shyly- her cheeks flush even more as she diverts her attention to the floor.
Holy shit.
She’s just so fuckable.
The fuck? She looks adorable. With nothing but a- my- loose t-shirt on.
But also, insanely fuckable. The t-shirt reaches her mid-thighs, and it’d be incredibly easy to just bend her over and take her right where I am.
What? I am a lustful man. At least I admit it.
I mentally shrug at the thought.
“uh- i- uh- um-“ woah.
She’s stuttering.
I wouldve found that annoying but I just want to kiss her now.
That’d probably shut her up.
“I heard- um-“ well, guess I’m fucked. “moaning? I thought you were in pain.” Even though her words are now slightly less slurred, she’s speaking in full sentences.
That’s good.
Is it, though?
“you’re more sober.” Yeah, I was moaning your name in pain because I wanted to cum so bad inside of your pussy, but I masturbated instead.
She sways, almost losing her balance as I instinctively reach out to steady her. “I drank the- uh- glass of water you got for me earlier.”
I did?
Oh, guess I did.
“good.”
“wanna sleep with me?”
My eyes widen of their own accord, lips spreading a mile apart as my jaw hangs open. Sex? Finally?
Her consent would send me over the edge.
“what- like-“
“no- not like-“
Oh.
Bummer.
And at the same moment we both shut up and stare at each other with wide eyes, my heart beats in my ears at a speed I cant keep up with.
Realizing the absurdity of the situation, we both burst out laughing.
She drops her head in her hands and lets out the most adorable drunken laugh, and I cant help but admire it as she does so.
Admire her.
God, I want her.
She glances up at me as our laughter quickly dies down, replaced with palpable tension.
My eyes cant seem to look away when her own trail down my body, following every individual droplet down my chest and reaching my abs with such intrigue.
They go down, down, down…
Until they meet the towel.
And when she takes her time eyeing the little hair trail leading to my cock- which is slowly but surely pitching a tent- I’m lost.
I’m so fucked.
So done for.
So down bad.
Because this girl fucking bites her lip and gives me the most innocent “fuck me” eyes I have ever seen.
And to hell with it.
I just might.
Regaining track of my thoughts, I push every diabolical fantasy of mine to the side and take a more subtle, civil approach to this horrid situation.
“y/n.”
She tilts her head as a light blush dusts her cheeks.
She seems to have snapped out of the daze she was in, because she clears her throat and drops her head again after ogling my abs for what seems like a lifetime.
Not that im complaining.
Based off of her body language, guess we’re both horny for one another.
Plus, he knows she hates me, which is why sleeping with her was a far possibility to begin with.
But her acting all “fuck me” is confusing the hell out of me.
She cant be that drunk.
Is she toying with me? Pretending?
She takes her eyes away from me and gives them to the floor, and god help me, I want my hand around her neck and her eyes on mine.
Possibly while doing other things but we’ll get to that later.
“aren’t you tired, y/n?” I bite out, getting myself ready to go into defensive mode.
I’m on edge.
Not to mention, horny out of my fucking mind.
Some might call it "sexual frustration".
I call it "bullshit".
I just came, but here she is giving me all sex appeal vibes and getting on my nerves.
Im getting sick of this.
I need a good fuck.
From her. I need her. I need to fuck her.
And that’s exactly why I’m pissed.
Because I cant.
Why?
If this girl was sober right this second, I would’ve gotten a slap to the face and a “go fuck yourself” for being shirtless around my own damn house.
But no.
Im getting lip bites and dreamy gazes.
Oh for fucks sake.
Even though her head slightly lulls to the side and she stutters a little to get the words out, she declines.
“not tired?”
“mm-mm.” so, no.
“don’t wanna sleep?”
“nope.” She pops the ‘p’, giving me a playful drunk smile as her neck cranes up to watch me.
Jesus.
“okay…” I stare at the wall for a beat.
“hungry.” She says with the cutest drunk frown ive ever seen.
Same.
Im hungry, too.
Not for food, though.
“alright.” I move for my room, only for the little minx to get all up in my private space.
“where you going?” she asks intently, eyes on me and lips apart.
Inviting is how she looks.
My thumb chases her bottom lip, fondling with it until im left stroking it.
Im not thinking.
I don’t want to.
Fuck. When she exhales deeply and leans into it, im tempted to take her right there and then.
But she probably doesn’t realize who I am, if she’s letting me get away with all this.
And that’s the thing.
She’s not sober. I never feel these things when she’s sober. I don’t like her sober.
But it’d be a dick move to fuck her right here, when she’s so wasted beyond oblivion.
She wont remember.
Which means if she gave me her consent, it wouldn’t be rational consent.
Im not an asshole, and I know “no.” is a full sentence.
Even if she wont say it right now to my face, she’d be more than happy to do so tomorrow morning. When she’s sober with a throbbing headache.
Which I already prepared for by placing some painkillers and water by the bed on my nightstand.
Because that was the plan.
Her sleeping in my room, in my bed- alone.
Whereas I’d sleep on the couch, and we’d both wake up tomorrow morning with clothes on in different rooms.
But here she is.
Her lips a hair’s breadth away from mine.
Did I mention how much I want to taste them again?
“need to put a shirt on.” I barely rasp out. She flutters her eyes shut when I stroke her lower lip one more time, eyes heated.
She doesn’t reply, instead letting me do everything I want to.
And that’s dangerous- her trusting me.
Because god help me if I was drunk- or at least as drunk as her- I would’ve done unspeakable things to this woman.
And that just doesn’t sit right with me, considering I might as well just do that sober with all the thoughts im having.
But her brother might come back; he might not want to spend the night at his fuck of the night’s.
I consider fucking her right there for another split second.
No.
Stepping back from her rather abruptly, I make a beeline for my room. I reach for the first pair of boxer-briefs I find and let the towel fall to my feet. In mere seconds, im fully dressed in a shirt and some random boxer-shorts.
I fluff my hair up in a towel to dry it, knowing I did a well enough job when it’s not as wet.
A look in the mirror, I stare back at myself as my hair’s messy, my face is flushed, and my dick is still rock-hard.
Man- fuck- I am so fucking horny for her.
I don’t know what to do.
Genuinely.
Should I just fuck her and get on with my life?
But what about her brother?
What if she resented me for it for the rest of our lives?
What if she doesn’t want me to?
I already know she doesn’t.
But she’s not possibly drunk enough to develop a whole new personality.
Again, is she toying with me?
…why not just ask?
“jungkook?” a soft knock on the door.
“coming.” And within a few steps ahead, I swing the door open and find y/n standing there, staring right back at me, all fuck-me eyes and sex appeal.
“so…” I rock back on my heels, her looking to the floor as the air between us grows thick with awkward tension.
“you said you were hungry?” she lifts her gaze to mine again, taking my damn breath away as every damn time.
Goddamn my hormones.
Her fucking eyes are making me horny now?
My t-shirt modestly covers all her curves, leaving only her legs to sight.
She nods at my earlier question, so I rack through my options.
I mean, there’s not much to think about. How hard can it be?
Just feed the girl.
“alright.” I awkwardly side-step her to make my way to the kitchen, uttering a low “come on” to get her to follow me.
Lifting her up by her hips, I seat her on one of the stools at the island and get to work.
Opening the cabinets, I find…
Nothing.
Fucking hell. Grocery shopping was on tae this week.
Her brother or not, he’s getting a good scolding as soon as I see him.
There’s basically close to nothing I could cook up that’d to a well enough job except…pancakes?
There’s a singular lonely box set in one of the empty cabinets.
I flick a glance af y/n.
“pancakes okay?”
She smiles with an assuring nod.
I grab it and make quick work to get all the needed ingredients listed for it on the packaging.
After everything’s set and ready on the counter, I cross my arms with a confused frown.
I know there’s something missing.
What the fuck is it?
“butter.”
Flicking my gaze to y/n, she maintains the eyecontact for as little as a second and goes back to picking at her cuticles.
“right.” I clear my throat. “butter.”
Grabbing it from the fridge and setting it with the rest of the ingredients, I start whipping it up.
Halfway through the process, I realize how weird the situation is.
Ive actually never cooked for a girl before.
Well, it’s pancakes. But still.
I couldve just ordered takeout or something.
A little more than fifteen minutes later, two plates mounted with pancakes, bananas (for presentation), and syrup are each placed in front of y/n and i.
Sure, I almost burnt myself here and there but it wasn’t too bad. Wouldn’t have happened hadn’t y/n been ogling me all the time.
She was too damn distracting.
Wasn’t my fault.
I noticed her looking at my hands mostly more than anything.
Hand kink, maybe?
Choking, perhaps?
Focus, jeon.
Right. Mac n cheese.
Oh wait no- pancakes.
Right.
I make sure to give her the one with extra syrup.
She likes it that way. Something I always noticed. She always added extra whenever we had some at their place back in town.
Ive been a few times, when tae would invite me to hangout on breaks. Who am I to decline?
Their mom makes amazing pancakes.
“thank you.” I barely register her gratitude before chuckling as I sit beside her on one of the stools, my own plate in front of me.
“for what?” with a glint of amusement in my eyes, my lips cant help but tip up.
She signals to the plate in front of her as response, just as I turn to fully give her my attention.
“it’s just pancakes, y/n.” I shake my head and focus on her adorable drunk frown.
“I will pay you back, though.” She sounds determined at that, and I just know not to doubt that statement.
“yeah?” my eyes narrow of their own accord, playfully challenging her. “how so?”
She sure doesn’t get the “playful” part as her brows dip in a frown.
“what do you have in mind?” she offers.
It’s an innocent question blooming out of pure curiosity.
The answer, though? Way beyond that.
Deeper.
Dirtier.
What do I have in mind?
Honestly? A lot of things.
Choking her at the same moment I take her from behind.
Maybe even spanking her while she rides me.
Why not pounding into her as she braces herself into the pillow and screams?
Ive always loved me a pillow princess.
All of the above are scenarios of how she can pay me back with her pussy, one way or another.
And that’s a dick move, isn’t it?
So, instead, I answer with: “grant me a wish.”
“a wish?”
“yep.”
“huh? You think im a genie or something?”
A light chuckle is all she gets before im on my feet, looking down at her confused wide eyes.
I walk calmly to the liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of red wine.
y/n eyes me curiously.
“what?”
“you wanna have wine…with pancakes?”
All I do is smirk in return.
“don’t judge unless you’ve tried it.”
That shuts her up immediately.
Approaching her with a smug tilt of my lips and a cock of my eyebrow, the wine bottle connects with the island tile with a thud, a contrast to the loud clank the wine glass makes as I cautiously set it down.
All the while aware of y/n’s undivided attention, she eyes me with the same intrigue im getting used to from her as I pour some wine for myself.
My forearms flex as I do so, my movements fluid as I raise the glass to my nose, swirling it around in the cup and taking a generous whiff, to which I greet with satisfaction.
I lock eyes with her own as I take a small sip.
The taste is welcomed, it calms me down.
But then she averts her eyes away from mine, blinks a few times, clenches her thighs, then focuses on her precious pancakes.
Im standing right beside her, towering over her seat like a predator.
Except the prey here unfortunately seems to be me.
y/n cuts up a piece of her pancake, reaches the fork up to her mouth and eats the pancake.
Seems normal, right?
She moans right then, sucking the fork clean out of her mouth.
Fuck.
What kills me most? Her looking up at me through thick lashes and innocent eyes.
Im going insane.
A muscle ticks in my jaw as I raise the glass if wine to my lips again, this time taking a much larger swig.
“what’s wrong?” she stands up. “you were acting all smug a second ago.”
Before I get to answer, she takes the wine glass from my hand, fingers slightly brushing mine in the haste of it.
“what are you-“
She then downs the whole glass in one gulp.
My jaw. The floor.
Setting it down gracefully, she looks at me.
Like, really looks at me.
Im literally hard again.
“you were right.” Huh?
“wine with pancakes does taste good.”
You know what else tastes good?
My dick in your mouth.
Her being right there but at the same time so far away is so fucking suffocating.
I want her. But I cant have her.
My jaw ticks again.
“oh my god! Loosen up, jungkook.” She exclaims when I stay silent.
“you were acting all playful two minutes ago, now you’re all jaw ticks and tense muscles.”
“trust me, you do not want me to loosen up.” One step closer. “and most definitely not around you.”
“why?” she challenges.
Wheres all this boldness coming from? The wine?
This girl cant be real.
“you gonna fuck me or something?”
That felt like a slap to the face.
She probably doesnt realize she hit a vein. Me getting all up in her face must give her a hint, though.
“you cant just say that.” I counter defensively.
“why?” her eyes thin with defiance. “because you might actually do it?”
I shake my head.
“no? are you a coward?”
Im not falling for that.
Was she playing all innocent to provoke me?
“remember that wish?”
“what do you mean?
“I mean,” I lean in, my face a breadth away, “one of these days,” a brush of my thumb across her lips. She gulps. “I’m gonna ask you to do something for me…”
Her lips part as an invitation, which I accept. “and you will so gladly do it.” I put my index and middle finger in her mouth, unable to resist this damn woman.
“no questions asked.”
By the end of my sentence, I’m left breathless.
y/n hums around my fingers, sucking on them like one would do a lollipop. I can feel her warm tongue swirl around me, as she looks me dead in the eyes and moans.
Holy god have mercy.
She pulls away for a split second, my fingers glistening with wetness as she asks, “am I doing it right?”
I nod, my eyes hooded.
She guides them to her mouth once again, this time deeper as she gags on them.
A guttural moan rips out if my chest.
My dick throbs in my shorts, a plea for her.
I should stop her and take her to bed- put her to sleep- but all I do instead is tuck her hair away from her face using my other hand.
“look at me, baby.” I coax her. Big doe eyes meet mine as my dick strains at the sight.
Wetness oozes from her mouth as she sucks my fingers.
“you’re doing such a good job for me.”
She sucks harder at the praise, taking it deeper into her mouth. Tip to base, all the while holding my eyes captive with her own.
But I cant take it anymore.
If im not inside her within the next minute, I might die.
Reluctantly taking my fingers out of her mouth, she releases them with a pop as she eyes me up, all hot and hungry.
Gone is the innocent look she once possessed, her eyes now full of unrelenting lust.
Her figure molds into mine and I hold her close as I kiss her with all the life in me.
I kiss her.
Tongue.
Lips.
A little bit of teeth. You know how it is, all caught up in the moment.
One moment she’s in my arms, kissing me.
Another, im slapping her on her ass as she jumps and latches onto my body.
Her legs wrap around my waste as my palms knead her ass gently.
Lustfully.
My t-shirt looks so sinful on her.
But I love it.
Love the way she bites my lower lip.
Love the way she moans as I suck on her tongue.
Love the way she’s making me feel by grinding her pussy against my dick.
But mostly?
I love the way I’m gonna fuck her to oblivion.
I cant make up my mind, though.
Might just fuck her right here, right now.
Drunk and all.
But that’s not right.
Is it?
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♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?
♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.
♧ warnings: jungkook is so pussy whipped it's hilarious, he's kinda in denial, masturbation but at the end, y/n is drunk, jungkook taking care of drunk y/n, jungkook curses like every other sentence, this is jk pov btw!!, kinda fluffy but really really cute, he loves her eyes, and i forgot what else, EXPLICIT CONTENT!!
♧ WC: 3.1k
a/n: hiiiii sweethearts! ive missed you guys so much 💕💕 make sure to read part 1 before reading this if you havent 🥹🥹 hope you enjoy and please tell me what you think!
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“y/n?” I shake her shoulder softly, attempting to nudge her awake. “wake up.”
When she mumbles something unintelligible and trails off to sleep, I exhale a soft sigh and hop out of my car after pocketing my phone and keys.
I'm fucked.
Utterly fucked.
The ride to her brother and I's dorm had been one of silence. Other than a few grumbles and whines from y/n when I seated her in the passenger seat next to me, she spent the ride peacefully sleeping. Unaware.
So unaware that I had to reach over and tug the hem of her dress down each time it hiked up her thighs. Her bare thighs. Her full, smooth, silky thighs.
Fuck, man.
She makes my blood boil.
I’m still not over the fact that she was left alone and oblivious before her brother had called me. How long had it been?
What if I hadn't picked up?
What if something happened to her?
Am I exaggerating? Maybe.
Does that lessen my anger? Fuck no.
No, because how the fuck can a brother be so nonchalant about leaving his sister alone while drunk? All for a quick fuck?
He's never gonna hear the end of it. I’ll make damn sure of that, but for now, I have to get this drunk-out-of-her-mind girl up to my apartment dorm.
I had tried asking her for her address multiple times, but all in vain, of course.
I didn’t even know she was in town.
Thought she had stayed with her parents in her home town- which her brother had mentioned only twice, maybe even three times- after graduating high school. He brought it up in conversation once but never justified why.
I mean, sure, not everyone wants to go to college and that’s fine, but why hadn't she?
Was she more of a liberal person?
Did she figure out her future already?
Why do I care?
I shake my head as I round the front of the car to get to her side. Her head falls when I open her door, and I instinctively catch with my hand, hoisting her up so she’s in a properly seated position with her head on the headrest.
God, I can already feel the headache approaching.
Taking her seatbelt off, I pat her cheek to wake her.
“y/n.”
No response.
“Y/n, come on.”
I pat her cheek again.
Nothing.
Oh well.
Placing one arm under her knees and another under her middle, I carefully slide her out of the seat and carry her into my arms. Her breath tickles my neck as her head rests on my shoulder, her nose nudging my pulse.
Which skyrockets.
Fuck, that felt good.
But I don’t know how to feel about that, because:
1. This is y/n we’re talking about.
2. A little nudge to the throat has me weak at the knees?
3. Toughen up, dickwad.
She huffs as she adjusts her head and pulls her arms around my neck for support, nuzzling my neck farther before mumbling something that sounded like, “mmm, warm…”
Her head is nestled to the crook of my throat and her breath sends a shiver down my spine.
The fact that I have to catch the moan in my throat has my cheeks grow an embarrassing shade of pink.
Clearing my throat awkwardly- which causes y/n to groan at the disturbance- I try my best not to disturb this brat’s beauty sleep as I walk up to the apartment building.
Wait…something’s not right.
I stop my stride short to try and point out the prickling feeling-
This brat’s dress is so short it might be flashing her ass by the way I’m carrying her.
Jesus Christ, give me strength.
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Wincing at the loud creak of the door announcing my arrival, I nudge the door closed with my foot as I step into my apartment.
A shared apartment.
An apartment I share with the almost passed out drunk girl im carrying in my arms’ brother.
Yeah, shit.
Never in a million years would I have ever imagined this shit happening.
It’s not that big of a deal, except I cant really help the intrigue that accompanies the thought that comes with y/n.
Why did she scowl at me the first time she met me? Had I done anything to cause her to show such an awful bad impression?
I must admit, I never stopped thinking about her.
Not in a stalker way of thinking. I didn’t think about her in an obsessive type of way…not at all.
I guess I could say it was just…weird.
I never understood.
I was just interested.
Interested in the way her hips move on the dance floor.
Interested in the way she acts like a brat whenever she feels like it.
Hell, I'm interested in the way she flips me off whenever we cross paths for the fun of pissing me off.
Yes, she gets on my nerves; but she was never worth throwing a fuss over.
I barely saw her once every two months, if we’re being honest. The college her brother and I go to being almost three hours away from where they lived, it was a long trip.
But the way I felt about this girl puzzled me way more than I’d ever appreciate, especially since I knew nothing about her.
Nothing. Nada.
Where she goes to college, where she spends her time living, what she does on a daily basis…
No clue.
Then…what the fuck is she doing here?
A pained groan from the girl driving me insane pulls me back from my raging confusion.
She clings to me harder like a baby koala as she mumbled something incoherent under her breath, snuggling into the crook of my neck into what seems like her favorite habit tonight.
That one motion has become my weakness in a matter of minutes.
All because of her.
She does it again, this time connecting her nose with a spot right under my jaw. Her lips just shy of the skin on my throat, she groans in what seems like satisfaction.
My knees almost fucking buckle.
I try to focus on any sound in the apartment, relieved when I'm met with silence.
With a resigned sigh, I make my way to my bedroom.
Keeping my footsteps quick and light, I shift my door open with my shoulder-
Fuck!
I cant help the grimace that makes its way to my face.
It fucking reeks in here.
Of sex. Right. I was having sex.
The second relief of tonight washes over me when I find my bed empty, the sheets rumpled and messed up on top.
I should probably make a call to apologize to the fuck buddy previously occupying my bed, but I got better things to do.
A particular brat to take care of.
God, she cant sleep in here when it smells like this.
Making a detour, I go for the couch, setting y/n lightly on her ass. Her hands tighten around my neck in protest, which causes my neck to crane down awkwardly, but it still makes me chuckle when she frowns up at me through her blood shot eyes.
Fucking adorable, that is.
How her lashes prettily frame those sad eyes.
Sad eyes I was always unable to forget.
Those sad eyes. My demise.
Fuck me.
I untangle her arms from around my neck, adjusting the pillows thrown messily around the couch to create a cozy , temporary cocoon.
Picking her up swiftly, I lay her down on her side and brush a stray hair away from her face. Her soft, soft, soft features peer up at me as she struggles to keep those pretty eyes open.
“You’re smiling.” The cutest little slur laces up with her words and I just cant fight the flutter in my chest.
What the fuck?
It’s then I realize how hard I’m smiling.
“I’m not.” Too rough. Too scratchy. Too fucking vulnerable.
She’s not even touching you, fucker, and here you are. All hot and bothered.
Shut up.
She giggles, the sound reverberating as the most adorable drunken giggle I’ve ever witnessed.
It pains me how oblivious she is.
Her dress hikes up her thighs, almost baring her ass to me, and in other cases I would’ve been turned on.
But now? My blood fucking boils.
I should’ve killed that fucker while I could.
I’d taken care of drunk girls before, most of them being my friends.
I’m the boring ass in the friend group that always stays sober to take care of the others. The others that get so drunk and messed up that I have to take them up to their apartment and put them to bed because of how out of their mind they become.
I’ve never thought much of it.
Never cared, really.
But this girl?
Goddamn it.
One second she infuriates the hell out of me; she’s stubborn, hot headed, and just reckless.
Irresponsible.
Then the other I’m smiling like a dork in love.
She’s not even my type for fucks sake.
But then again, this is the first time I’ve seen her like this.
So vulnerable, with her guard down. I tug her dress to cover her ass with barely restrained madness.
She reaches up to touch my face with what seems like the utmost amount of effort from her to make any movement.
“pretty.” As she touches my face with light fingertips and pink cheeks.
Crumble. I almost crumble.
“Yeah?” I don’t know what’s gotten into me when I push away another rogue hair strand as she giggles again.
“mhm.” A little hum of contentment before she drops her hand and flutters those eyes closed.
Softly, softly, softly.
With a step back and a tired sigh, I cover her up with a blanket as I tuck her in and make sure she’s comfortable.
I make pretty quick work with taking my bedsheets off, with utmost effort not to grimace every time I get a slight whiff.
It’s not that bad…it’s just…weird.
Really weird.
Whenever I picture y/n in my bed, every single fantasy that clouds my mind is inappropriate.
But tucking a girl in a bed that was previously used by another girl just hours before? Not to mention, a naked one?
That’s a douche move.
And I never thought of myself lowly or in any way to appear humble. But im also not a fucking asshole.
Im arrogant? So what?
Im confident. I plead guilty.
Cocky? Whatever floats your boat.
I tug at my sanity that hangs by a dwindled thread. My thoughts race back to a dreamy gaze and soft eyes. Adorable frowns and drunken giggles.
if it was as easy as bottling them up in a pitcher so I could drink her in every once in a while, I would’ve done it a while ago.
If I could, I would.
My mind was so caught up with her that I didn’t even notice how fast I’d changed the sheets.
I’d cracked the window open for a little ventilation and fetched an air freshener, which made the room smell decent. Better than decent.
A quick change of clothes and bedsheets later, Im carrying y/n from the couch to my room.
I lay her on the bed and nudge her awake.
“y/n?” a tap to the cheek.
Thankfully, she stirs awake. The drunken haze a little lesser than before, but nevertheless still there. Her eyes peer up at me, droopy with exhaustion.
I clear my throat awkwardly under her gaze, switching my weight from one foot to another.
“you need to change.”
Her eyebrows scrunch up in confusion as she tilts her head.
“your dress looks uncomfortable to sleep in.”
Excuses.
“left you one of my Tee’s so you could change.” I turn around and head for the door, giving her much needed privacy. “you have five minutes. Change.”
And with that, im out of the room closing the door behind me.
I lean back on the door and take my phone out of the sweats I put on earlier, purely for the decency of y/n being here.
I usually walk around in my boxers as well as sleep in them, but it’s too early to traumatize the girl.
Not even past unlocking my phone, y/n’s voice reaches my ear from behind me as she yells my name.
I knock, unsure if I should come in, but enter when I hear her confirmation.
Peaking my head into the small opening I’ve made through the door, my eyes land on y/n with her facing me.
Her eyebrows are pulled together in concentration as her hands are both reached behind her back, apparently struggling with something.
Her heels are off and her hair is messy from her running her hands through it, her mascara smudged and her lipstick almost completely wiped off.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier sight.
Her lips pull forward in a slight pout, and she turns around to grace me with a view of her halfway bare back.
She tugs harder at the zipper, only getting it stuck farther.
“help?” she asks in a tiny voice, looking above her shoulder with a helpless look.
Noting how long I’ve been standing in place, frozen and doing nothing, I clear my throat as I shuffle my feet towards her.
“oh, um, yeah.” Staggering for words was never my thing. Rubbing my neck was never my nervous tick.
Except…y/n was never my thing, either.
Her beautifully messy hair cascades down her back, and I bundle it up with a hand and rest it over one of her shoulders. My fingertips lightly touch hers and the distraction that accompanies the shiver rolling through her body at the contact clouds my focus. Her hands fall to be replaced with mine at the zipper, and I tug gently.
It doesn’t budge.
Okay, it’s stuck.
Obviously, genius.
When my knuckles graze her skin as I try to get a better grip on the zipper, she shivers again, a soft sigh leaving her lips.
Pretty baby’s a sensitive drunk.
A giggly, bubbly, and hella oblivious drunk.
Focus.
I pinch the frayed open sides above the zipper with one hand and tug it with the other, a concentrated rumble of my chest unconsciously making an appearance.
I’ve apparently shifted closer to y/n in the process, and I just now realize that I might’ve groaned in her ear.
When I successfully slide the zipper down just above the curve of her ass, y/n turns around with a grace I don't miss even as my undying lust for the feel of her skin remains unwavering.
“thank you.” Sounds barely audible from how breathless she sounds, and fuck, when she bites her lip, I want to punch myself.
Those lips.
Those eyes.
My cock restrains, stiffening at the images attacking my mind with her lips around it.
A gust of wind blows through the curtains, thrashing y/n’s hair in all different directions.
I tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear, knowing damn well I have no business touching this girl.
This girl that stands almost naked and drunk in the moonlit darkness of my room.
Her softness bothers me.
Her innocence a loud cry for corruption.
She reaches up to undo the strands of her dress, and the realization that she must’ve seen something in my eyes snaps me back into reality.
I was always told how much my eyes could tell.
And judging by my earlier thoughts, she must’ve seen it.
The darkness.
The lust.
She starts to slip her dress down, down, down, and my mind is nowhere to be found.
My cock hardens at the thought of her naked, submission written all over her.
But this is wrong.
So wrong.
Even as I step closer to her and bind my forehead with hers, my mind goes in all different directions.
Fuck her.
Shut up.
“Y/n.” a raspy attempt at a plead. “you’re drunk.”
She closes her eyes. “I want this.”
Fuck me sideways.
I know for a fact she doesn't.
I'm not stupid.
Even as my forehead stays pressed to hers, I don’t miss the tangy scent of tequila on her breath. Faint, but there.
I haven’t forgotten how red her eyes still are.
How dry her lips are from all the alcohol.
The pink tint of her neck and cheeks.
Alcohol is flowing more than freely in her system, and I know for a fact she also wont remember a thing.
“you don’t.”
So I do something stupid.
Something I know I'll regret by tomorrow.
I stop her hand that’s tugging her dress down and cage it between both of our bodies. I place my other on her neck, long fingers eating up the space beneath her jaw as my thumb rests on her cheek.
I stroke it once, twice, three times.
And I kiss her.
A small, feather-light peck on her swollen lips.
It's not needy, nor is it hungry for anything more.
It's something I crave to keep me sane, at least for the next few hours.
Because this girl?
This girl is a deadly thing that will destroy me.
She’ll destroy me before I ever get the chance to ruin her.
And the bad thing is?
Even as I pull away,
Even as I shove my t-shirt into her hands and bolt out of the room after telling her to sleep,
Realizing the fact that I didn’t regret it scares me.
Even as I grab a towel, strip bare, and lock myself in the bathroom,
I think about her.
The freezing water does little to calm the white hot lust in my veins, and my stiffened cock stands true to that statement.
I wrap my fist around my dick, and I dare to fucking think about her.
I think about her on her knees, mouth open.
I think about her on my bed, laying on her back with her legs open.
I think about her on top of me.
I close my eyes and I fucking think about those lips, those eyes, that dreamy gaze.
Her soft sighs.
How she’d kiss me.
Would she gasp into my mouth?
Cry into my pillow if I pounded her pussy from behind?
Would she beg?
She’d be my little slut.
My pretty baby.
I cum the hardest I ever have, a guttural grunt and an explicit “fuck.” into the walls of my bathroom. Alone in a goddamn shower, when im fisting my cock and thinking about someone.
♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion, desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?
♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.
♧ warnings: y/n is too drunk to form a sentence, jungkook loves cursing, jungkook is jealous out of his mind, kinda enemies but not really, jungkook calls y/n a brat that he cant stand, someone calls y/n a slut, and that's all i can remember 😙
♧ WC: 1.6K
♧ a/n: hello loves! wrote this in one sitting and it's barely edited, but the intention is there lmao i love you all so much please enjoy! dont hesitate to tell me what you think <3 im like the no.1 supporter for constructive criticism lol okay thank you byeeeee
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She whines,
Throws tantrums,
Acts like a goddamn brat for the sake of being annoying,
And I still want her lips around my cock.
Why?
That goes beyond the fucking level of my emotional understanding.
I want her wrapped around my finger. I want her to get on her fucking knees and apologize for all the turbulent feelings she makes me suffer by.
She ruined my night.
I was fucking.
Blowing a girl's back just to lay off some steam. Get the stress of the college life off my shoulders.
But then, she just had to cock-block me.
My best friend’s sister.
Speaking of the twat, he dared to interrupt my one night stand for the sake of his bratty sister.
Usually, I love brats.
My type.
They make sex enjoyable. All the more pleasurable when they try to resist.
Keyword: try.
Because I know for a damn straight fact when a girl wants to be disciplined.
Fucked right and put in her place.
Reminds me of her. Y/L/N Y/N.
Except for one thing, though- she makes my fucking insides churn in all uncomfortable ways.
She doesn’t have a bratty attitude, the bitch has a bratty personality.
Yes, she is indeed a bitch. I can't stand a girl who's always annoying just because she feels like it. She'd never had a valid reason to hate me, and neither did I.
When I first met her, I mean.
She was laughing with her brother having breakfast one time when I came out of my room for painkillers and a glass of water.
Her brother and I were both freshmen in need of a dorm, and we agreed on splitting the rent once in a frat party.
Yes... we were both strangers to each other, but we clicked.
Met through mutuals, and our vibes matched. After living with each other for over six months now, we've grown pretty close.
He's cool, agreed on basic rules like who does the laundry or dishes, helped with assignments, and was always there when needed.
He's a friend. A close one.
A tolerable one.
That can't be said about a certain someone, though.
She scowled at me that day and later told me she didn't like my vibe when I confronted her about it.
Bullshit.
And yet, she's the reason I left a naked girl in my bed and came to this godforsaken club in the first place.
Her brother is here, too, which is why he called me to come pick her up. Said something about her being drunk, and since he had taken a shot or two as well, he couldn't take her home himself.
Or he just didn't want to, because he was also getting laid tonight.
That's proven to be right when I see him making out with a girl near the bathrooms.
His hands grope her all over as she arches into him, which is enough to make me look away.
Sly motherfucker.
Casting my vision toward the main dance floor, I scan the crowd for a short brunette with soft features.
Annoyingly soft features.
So soft that I want to corrupt her. Tear the bratty exterior and dig through the filthy dark side on the inside.
But those features aren't the only things that infuriate the hell out of me.
It's her innocence.
How can a brat be innocent, you may ask?
When my gaze lands on her, my jaw tenses in annoyance.
She sways her hips sensually, eyes closed and mouth open as she slides her hands down her body to a seductive beat following her movements.
I follow the action, eyes unable to tear away from her figure.
Her fingers skim over her neck down to her breasts and then further, the lightness she seems to be handling her body with attending to a grace she always breathed by.
Fuck, I hate this woman.
Hate everything about her.
How she moves.
How she walks.
How she fucking talks.
Runs her mouth like a brat who needs to be handled.
No- not like- is.
She is a brat.
A brat who's oblivious to all the eyes she's attracting.
Including mine.
Fuck.
Her dancing resumes as her eyes stay closed, feeling every beat.
She's enjoying herself.
Not for long.
I school my expression- which had turned into a scowl the moment I set my eyes on her- and begin my stride towards her.
I spot a man doing the same, but she's absolutely mind-numb as she continues to dance with her damn eyes closed.
I was irritated, but now I'm literally fed up.
He's a couple inches shorter than me, wearing a white tee and skinny ripped jeans.
Not to mention, his hair is slicked back by a disgusting amount of hair gel.
Ew.
He approaches Y/N with predatory eyes and a shit eating grin, his gaze set straight on her perky ass.
Which is just barely covered by the tight little dress she's wearing, inching higher and higher up her thighs as we speak.
My steps quicken when I see him reach out, apparently intending to slap her ass.
My blood boils.
White noise drowns out all available access to the outside world as I break out into a jog and reach her just in time.
My hand swiftly slides onto her tiny waist, and I glare at the man whose shit-eating grin is now gone, replaced with confusion.
Y/N's eyes stay closed as she giggles, and it's now I notice how drunk she is.
Bright crimson tints her cheeks and her breath smells of strong tequila, obviously from having taken too many shots.
Isn't she here with friends?
How could they leave her alone like this?
Her brother's here. Her brother is here.
My breath turns heavy, my heartbeat quickening. I have to stop myself from punching the douchebag in front of me into fucking oblivion because I don't know if i'll ever stop once I start.
Fuck.
I try to focus on anything besides her frame that's barely hanging onto me, all the exhaustion from her dancing catching up to her as she fights to keep her eyes open.
Why the fuck is she here all alone? Why did they- whoever she's here with, except her brother- leave her here like this?
Like she's not even aware of where she is.
Like she's not sober enough to be responsible.
Like she's not fucking strong enough to defend herself if anything happened to her.
I might punch a wall.
My grip tightens around her waist, which makes her drowsily lift her head to stare up at me.
She's still shorter than me with heels on, enough to put her neck in an uncomfortable position whenever she looks up at me.
It's adorable.
But that's none of my concerns as the slimy fuck keeps undressing her with his eyes. Makes me want to claw them out with my bare hands.
Repress.
"Wha..." She starts, growing more and more confused as she tries to wrap her head around where the hell she is. "Jungkook? What are you..."
She trails off into a mindfuck, allowing me to set my full focus on the man still staring between us with wariness.
My gaze hasn't worn off him since I saw him fucking reach for her ass, which makes me want to bash his head against the wall.
My breathing turns heavy again.
Repress.
"Off-limits." I bite out with enough to control to shock myself. I'm even more surprised that this motherfucker is still breathing.
His eyes thin into slits as he eyes me suspiciously. "I haven't seen you here the last couple of hours. Thought her sexy ass came alone." His eyes skim over her body, gaze lingering longer than necessary on her breasts.
Guess someone's leaving with no limbs tonight.
"You thought wrong." It takes almost all the last bits of my control to reply with that before I start turning around to leave, Y/N almost falling asleep on my arm.
She clutches the hem of my shirt with a weak grip, like a toddler would its mom.
If I couldn't get here in time, what would've happened?
I catch myself before I overthink it. If I did, I'm afraid I might commit a crime tonight. One of shameless blood and murder-
Repress.
My back is turned to him when I hear a low whistle, which makes me pause, angry enough for my limbs to shake with adrenaline.
"You know, It's often rare for a slut with such a sweet ass to be out here all alone wearing that. Almost like she's begging for a cock-"
The words are barely out of his mouth before my fist connects with his face. The force of my blow got him on the floor, nose fucked and bleeding. Might be broken.
Good. Bare minimum.
I almost straddle him and punch him to his fucking fortunate death.
Almost.
But I have to get Y/N home.
I can't stand this anymore.
I can't stand her anymore.
Coming here alone? Dressed like that?
I mean yes, she did come here with her idiot brother who thinks with his dick, but he's nowhere to be found.
How can someone be so nonchalant to just leave his sister here all alone?
I'm so goddamn confused.
And infuriated.
And...angry.
Fucking fuck.
I need to get her the fuck out of here before i lose my fucking mind.
Fuck me.
The punch I just delivered did little to satiate my thirst for this slimy fucker's blood.
But again, Y/N's more important.
I turn, my panic spiking so high it reaches levels it had never before when I find Y/N out of my sight.
My breathing starts to go abnormal for the nth time this night.
I might develop heart problems.
A sigh leaves my mouth when I spot her by the bars, trying to convince the bartender to give her another shot. Relief floods my system, and my breaths regulate.
I send a quick text the girl- who i already forgot the name of- and tell her to head home. She sends a crying emoji back but agrees nonetheless, telling me to call her back when everything is sorted out on my end.
I have other things to care for.
Or I guess, in this case, a certain person to tend to.
♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?
♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.
♧ warnings: Mentions of A LOT of SEX. minors please DNI. cursing...mature themes, jk is a horndog & immature, SO MUCH sexual frustration u might find it annoying. oc is drunk.
♧ WC: 3.7k
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previous (part 2)
-UNEDITED.
I want to kiss her again.
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Sighing into the void of my shower, I wrap a towel around my hips after drying my hair.
Where should I sleep?
y/n’s in my bed, all doe eyes and soft pouts.
The same girl who got me all hot and bothered with my fist around my cock in the shower.
My dick twitches at the image of her earlier.
Mascara running down her eyes, messy lipstick smudged all around her lips.
God, her eyes.
God, her mouth.
I drop my head dejectedly, and just as the sight of her on her knees flashes through my mind, my cock begins to harden again.
Fuck.
This is unnecessary.
Why am I acting like I wasn’t having sex a little more than a couple hours ago?
I mean- sure, I am a lustful man.
I fucking love sex.
But im not a virgin. And im pretty damn sure I havent been one for a while now.
Yet here I am, my hormones all over the place as I fight the urge to hop back in my shower and masturbate.
To her.
The thought of her.
Even if I’d much rather cum while fucking her than to the idea of her.
Damn.
A time passed in my life where I was so used to sex, I was having it multiple times a week… an amount I had considered to be healthy and normal.
At least for a newly-of-age college student.
I more often needed to blow off some steam, and girls were easy offers.
Most of them I’d meet in some random club and have a one-night stand, no strings attached.
Others would be friends with benefits, only because we had chemistry and/or wanted sex with each other for the physicality of it all.
I was only ever committed once, and I hated it.
Fucking loathed it, I tell you.
I took it too serious, got way too attached.
Suffices to say, I was jealous most of the time…possessive even.
It resulted in the relationship being toxic, and not gonna lie to myself, I’m incredibly glad I got out of it before she child trapped me or something like that.
Oh yeah, she was that type of girlfriend.
Im thankful I ended it before it got too bad, though the healing process wasnt peaceful.
I just had sex all the time. With protection of course.
Got mostly drunk, too.
Blocked her away from my mind and thoughts completely, using mostly sex and alcohol if it got too miserable.
So, to say im masturbating when im used to having sex whenever I want is rare.
It’s accessible to me, so it's quite simple logic to fuck someone when im feeling horny.
Though I was addicted to it when it helped me forget about her so easily.
But to masturbate about someone because im horny for them?
That’s damn rare.
Y/n especially.
God, I think before shaking my head. Y/n of all people? Seriously, dickhead?
Snapping out of it, I open the door and almost jump out of my skin.
Oh.
It’s y/n.
But, when I really look at her now…
Shit.
It’s y/n.
Her eyes look wide awake as she stares back at me, all flustered and flushed.
A mere five minutes ago I was moaning her name and fisting my cock. She surely hadn’t heard anything…
Right?
Well, I doubt it, because as I race to gather my thoughts and just say something instead of gaping at her, she beats me to it.
Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear-shyly- her cheeks flush even more as she diverts her attention to the floor.
Holy shit.
She’s just so fuckable.
The fuck? She looks adorable. With nothing but a- my- loose t-shirt on.
But also, insanely fuckable. The t-shirt reaches her mid-thighs, and it’d be incredibly easy to just bend her over and take her right where I am.
What? I am a lustful man. At least I admit it.
I mentally shrug at the thought.
“uh- i- uh- um-“ woah.
She’s stuttering.
I wouldve found that annoying but I just want to kiss her now.
That’d probably shut her up.
“I heard- um-“ well, guess I’m fucked. “moaning? I thought you were in pain.” Even though her words are now slightly less slurred, she’s speaking in full sentences.
That’s good.
Is it, though?
“you’re more sober.” Yeah, I was moaning your name in pain because I wanted to cum so bad inside of your pussy, but I masturbated instead.
She sways, almost losing her balance as I instinctively reach out to steady her. “I drank the- uh- glass of water you got for me earlier.”
I did?
Oh, guess I did.
“good.”
“wanna sleep with me?”
My eyes widen of their own accord, lips spreading a mile apart as my jaw hangs open. Sex? Finally?
Her consent would send me over the edge.
“what- like-“
“no- not like-“
Oh.
Bummer.
And at the same moment we both shut up and stare at each other with wide eyes, my heart beats in my ears at a speed I cant keep up with.
Realizing the absurdity of the situation, we both burst out laughing.
She drops her head in her hands and lets out the most adorable drunken laugh, and I cant help but admire it as she does so.
Admire her.
God, I want her.
She glances up at me as our laughter quickly dies down, replaced with palpable tension.
My eyes cant seem to look away when her own trail down my body, following every individual droplet down my chest and reaching my abs with such intrigue.
They go down, down, down…
Until they meet the towel.
And when she takes her time eyeing the little hair trail leading to my cock- which is slowly but surely pitching a tent- I’m lost.
I’m so fucked.
So done for.
So down bad.
Because this girl fucking bites her lip and gives me the most innocent “fuck me” eyes I have ever seen.
And to hell with it.
I just might.
Regaining track of my thoughts, I push every diabolical fantasy of mine to the side and take a more subtle, civil approach to this horrid situation.
“y/n.”
She tilts her head as a light blush dusts her cheeks.
She seems to have snapped out of the daze she was in, because she clears her throat and drops her head again after ogling my abs for what seems like a lifetime.
Not that im complaining.
Based off of her body language, guess we’re both horny for one another.
Plus, he knows she hates me, which is why sleeping with her was a far possibility to begin with.
But her acting all “fuck me” is confusing the hell out of me.
She cant be that drunk.
Is she toying with me? Pretending?
She takes her eyes away from me and gives them to the floor, and god help me, I want my hand around her neck and her eyes on mine.
Possibly while doing other things but we’ll get to that later.
“aren’t you tired, y/n?” I bite out, getting myself ready to go into defensive mode.
I’m on edge.
Not to mention, horny out of my fucking mind.
Some might call it "sexual frustration".
I call it "bullshit".
I just came, but here she is giving me all sex appeal vibes and getting on my nerves.
Im getting sick of this.
I need a good fuck.
From her. I need her. I need to fuck her.
And that’s exactly why I’m pissed.
Because I cant.
Why?
If this girl was sober right this second, I would’ve gotten a slap to the face and a “go fuck yourself” for being shirtless around my own damn house.
But no.
Im getting lip bites and dreamy gazes.
Oh for fucks sake.
Even though her head slightly lulls to the side and she stutters a little to get the words out, she declines.
“not tired?”
“mm-mm.” so, no.
“don’t wanna sleep?”
“nope.” She pops the ‘p’, giving me a playful drunk smile as her neck cranes up to watch me.
Jesus.
“okay…” I stare at the wall for a beat.
“hungry.” She says with the cutest drunk frown ive ever seen.
Same.
Im hungry, too.
Not for food, though.
“alright.” I move for my room, only for the little minx to get all up in my private space.
“where you going?” she asks intently, eyes on me and lips apart.
Inviting is how she looks.
My thumb chases her bottom lip, fondling with it until im left stroking it.
Im not thinking.
I don’t want to.
Fuck. When she exhales deeply and leans into it, im tempted to take her right there and then.
But she probably doesn’t realize who I am, if she’s letting me get away with all this.
And that’s the thing.
She’s not sober. I never feel these things when she’s sober. I don’t like her sober.
But it’d be a dick move to fuck her right here, when she’s so wasted beyond oblivion.
She wont remember.
Which means if she gave me her consent, it wouldn’t be rational consent.
Im not an asshole, and I know “no.” is a full sentence.
Even if she wont say it right now to my face, she’d be more than happy to do so tomorrow morning. When she’s sober with a throbbing headache.
Which I already prepared for by placing some painkillers and water by the bed on my nightstand.
Because that was the plan.
Her sleeping in my room, in my bed- alone.
Whereas I’d sleep on the couch, and we’d both wake up tomorrow morning with clothes on in different rooms.
But here she is.
Her lips a hair’s breadth away from mine.
Did I mention how much I want to taste them again?
“need to put a shirt on.” I barely rasp out. She flutters her eyes shut when I stroke her lower lip one more time, eyes heated.
She doesn’t reply, instead letting me do everything I want to.
And that’s dangerous- her trusting me.
Because god help me if I was drunk- or at least as drunk as her- I would’ve done unspeakable things to this woman.
And that just doesn’t sit right with me, considering I might as well just do that sober with all the thoughts im having.
But her brother might come back; he might not want to spend the night at his fuck of the night’s.
I consider fucking her right there for another split second.
No.
Stepping back from her rather abruptly, I make a beeline for my room. I reach for the first pair of boxer-briefs I find and let the towel fall to my feet. In mere seconds, im fully dressed in a shirt and some random boxer-shorts.
I fluff my hair up in a towel to dry it, knowing I did a well enough job when it’s not as wet.
A look in the mirror, I stare back at myself as my hair’s messy, my face is flushed, and my dick is still rock-hard.
Man- fuck- I am so fucking horny for her.
I don’t know what to do.
Genuinely.
Should I just fuck her and get on with my life?
But what about her brother?
What if she resented me for it for the rest of our lives?
What if she doesn’t want me to?
I already know she doesn’t.
But she’s not possibly drunk enough to develop a whole new personality.
Again, is she toying with me?
…why not just ask?
“jungkook?” a soft knock on the door.
“coming.” And within a few steps ahead, I swing the door open and find y/n standing there, staring right back at me, all fuck-me eyes and sex appeal.
“so…” I rock back on my heels, her looking to the floor as the air between us grows thick with awkward tension.
“you said you were hungry?” she lifts her gaze to mine again, taking my damn breath away as every damn time.
Goddamn my hormones.
Her fucking eyes are making me horny now?
My t-shirt modestly covers all her curves, leaving only her legs to sight.
She nods at my earlier question, so I rack through my options.
I mean, there’s not much to think about. How hard can it be?
Just feed the girl.
“alright.” I awkwardly side-step her to make my way to the kitchen, uttering a low “come on” to get her to follow me.
Lifting her up by her hips, I seat her on one of the stools at the island and get to work.
Opening the cabinets, I find…
Nothing.
Fucking hell. Grocery shopping was on tae this week.
Her brother or not, he’s getting a good scolding as soon as I see him.
There’s basically close to nothing I could cook up that’d to a well enough job except…pancakes?
There’s a singular lonely box set in one of the empty cabinets.
I flick a glance af y/n.
“pancakes okay?”
She smiles with an assuring nod.
I grab it and make quick work to get all the needed ingredients listed for it on the packaging.
After everything’s set and ready on the counter, I cross my arms with a confused frown.
I know there’s something missing.
What the fuck is it?
“butter.”
Flicking my gaze to y/n, she maintains the eyecontact for as little as a second and goes back to picking at her cuticles.
“right.” I clear my throat. “butter.”
Grabbing it from the fridge and setting it with the rest of the ingredients, I start whipping it up.
Halfway through the process, I realize how weird the situation is.
Ive actually never cooked for a girl before.
Well, it’s pancakes. But still.
I couldve just ordered takeout or something.
A little more than fifteen minutes later, two plates mounted with pancakes, bananas (for presentation), and syrup are each placed in front of y/n and i.
Sure, I almost burnt myself here and there but it wasn’t too bad. Wouldn’t have happened hadn’t y/n been ogling me all the time.
She was too damn distracting.
Wasn’t my fault.
I noticed her looking at my hands mostly more than anything.
Hand kink, maybe?
Choking, perhaps?
Focus, jeon.
Right. Mac n cheese.
Oh wait no- pancakes.
Right.
I make sure to give her the one with extra syrup.
She likes it that way. Something I always noticed. She always added extra whenever we had some at their place back in town.
Ive been a few times, when tae would invite me to hangout on breaks. Who am I to decline?
Their mom makes amazing pancakes.
“thank you.” I barely register her gratitude before chuckling as I sit beside her on one of the stools, my own plate in front of me.
“for what?” with a glint of amusement in my eyes, my lips cant help but tip up.
She signals to the plate in front of her as response, just as I turn to fully give her my attention.
“it’s just pancakes, y/n.” I shake my head and focus on her adorable drunk frown.
“I will pay you back, though.” She sounds determined at that, and I just know not to doubt that statement.
“yeah?” my eyes narrow of their own accord, playfully challenging her. “how so?”
She sure doesn’t get the “playful” part as her brows dip in a frown.
“what do you have in mind?” she offers.
It’s an innocent question blooming out of pure curiosity.
The answer, though? Way beyond that.
Deeper.
Dirtier.
What do I have in mind?
Honestly? A lot of things.
Choking her at the same moment I take her from behind.
Maybe even spanking her while she rides me.
Why not pounding into her as she braces herself into the pillow and screams?
Ive always loved me a pillow princess.
All of the above are scenarios of how she can pay me back with her pussy, one way or another.
And that’s a dick move, isn’t it?
So, instead, I answer with: “grant me a wish.”
“a wish?”
“yep.”
“huh? You think im a genie or something?”
A light chuckle is all she gets before im on my feet, looking down at her confused wide eyes.
I walk calmly to the liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of red wine.
y/n eyes me curiously.
“what?”
“you wanna have wine…with pancakes?”
All I do is smirk in return.
“don’t judge unless you’ve tried it.”
That shuts her up immediately.
Approaching her with a smug tilt of my lips and a cock of my eyebrow, the wine bottle connects with the island tile with a thud, a contrast to the loud clank the wine glass makes as I cautiously set it down.
All the while aware of y/n’s undivided attention, she eyes me with the same intrigue im getting used to from her as I pour some wine for myself.
My forearms flex as I do so, my movements fluid as I raise the glass to my nose, swirling it around in the cup and taking a generous whiff, to which I greet with satisfaction.
I lock eyes with her own as I take a small sip.
The taste is welcomed, it calms me down.
But then she averts her eyes away from mine, blinks a few times, clenches her thighs, then focuses on her precious pancakes.
Im standing right beside her, towering over her seat like a predator.
Except the prey here unfortunately seems to be me.
y/n cuts up a piece of her pancake, reaches the fork up to her mouth and eats the pancake.
Seems normal, right?
She moans right then, sucking the fork clean out of her mouth.
Fuck.
What kills me most? Her looking up at me through thick lashes and innocent eyes.
Im going insane.
A muscle ticks in my jaw as I raise the glass if wine to my lips again, this time taking a much larger swig.
“what’s wrong?” she stands up. “you were acting all smug a second ago.”
Before I get to answer, she takes the wine glass from my hand, fingers slightly brushing mine in the haste of it.
“what are you-“
She then downs the whole glass in one gulp.
My jaw. The floor.
Setting it down gracefully, she looks at me.
Like, really looks at me.
Im literally hard again.
“you were right.” Huh?
“wine with pancakes does taste good.”
You know what else tastes good?
My dick in your mouth.
Her being right there but at the same time so far away is so fucking suffocating.
I want her. But I cant have her.
My jaw ticks again.
“oh my god! Loosen up, jungkook.” She exclaims when I stay silent.
“you were acting all playful two minutes ago, now you’re all jaw ticks and tense muscles.”
“trust me, you do not want me to loosen up.” One step closer. “and most definitely not around you.”
“why?” she challenges.
Wheres all this boldness coming from? The wine?
This girl cant be real.
“you gonna fuck me or something?”
That felt like a slap to the face.
She probably doesnt realize she hit a vein. Me getting all up in her face must give her a hint, though.
“you cant just say that.” I counter defensively.
“why?” her eyes thin with defiance. “because you might actually do it?”
I shake my head.
“no? are you a coward?”
Im not falling for that.
Was she playing all innocent to provoke me?
“remember that wish?”
“what do you mean?
“I mean,” I lean in, my face a breadth away, “one of these days,” a brush of my thumb across her lips. She gulps. “I’m gonna ask you to do something for me…”
Her lips part as an invitation, which I accept. “and you will so gladly do it.” I put my index and middle finger in her mouth, unable to resist this damn woman.
“no questions asked.”
By the end of my sentence, I’m left breathless.
y/n hums around my fingers, sucking on them like one would do a lollipop. I can feel her warm tongue swirl around me, as she looks me dead in the eyes and moans.
Holy god have mercy.
She pulls away for a split second, my fingers glistening with wetness as she asks, “am I doing it right?”
I nod, my eyes hooded.
She guides them to her mouth once again, this time deeper as she gags on them.
A guttural moan rips out if my chest.
My dick throbs in my shorts, a plea for her.
I should stop her and take her to bed- put her to sleep- but all I do instead is tuck her hair away from her face using my other hand.
“look at me, baby.” I coax her. Big doe eyes meet mine as my dick strains at the sight.
Wetness oozes from her mouth as she sucks my fingers.
“you’re doing such a good job for me.”
She sucks harder at the praise, taking it deeper into her mouth. Tip to base, all the while holding my eyes captive with her own.
But I cant take it anymore.
If im not inside her within the next minute, I might die.
Reluctantly taking my fingers out of her mouth, she releases them with a pop as she eyes me up, all hot and hungry.
Gone is the innocent look she once possessed, her eyes now full of unrelenting lust.
Her figure molds into mine and I hold her close as I kiss her with all the life in me.
I kiss her.
Tongue.
Lips.
A little bit of teeth. You know how it is, all caught up in the moment.
One moment she’s in my arms, kissing me.
Another, im slapping her on her ass as she jumps and latches onto my body.
Her legs wrap around my waste as my palms knead her ass gently.
Lustfully.
My t-shirt looks so sinful on her.
But I love it.
Love the way she bites my lower lip.
Love the way she moans as I suck on her tongue.
Love the way she’s making me feel by grinding her pussy against my dick.
But mostly?
I love the way I’m gonna fuck her to oblivion.
I cant make up my mind, though.
Might just fuck her right here, right now.
Drunk and all.
But that’s not right.
Is it?
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♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?
♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.
♧ warnings: Mentions of A LOT of SEX. minors please DNI. cursing...mature themes, jk is a horndog & immature, SO MUCH sexual frustration u might find it annoying. oc is drunk.
♧ WC: 3.7k
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I want to kiss her again.
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Sighing into the void of my shower, I wrap a towel around my hips after drying my hair.
Where should I sleep?
y/n’s in my bed, all doe eyes and soft pouts.
The same girl who got me all hot and bothered with my fist around my cock in the shower.
My dick twitches at the image of her earlier.
Mascara running down her eyes, messy lipstick smudged all around her lips.
God, her eyes.
God, her mouth.
I drop my head dejectedly, and just as the sight of her on her knees flashes through my mind, my cock begins to harden again.
Fuck.
This is unnecessary.
Why am I acting like I wasn’t having sex a little more than a couple hours ago?
I mean- sure, I am a lustful man.
I fucking love sex.
But im not a virgin. And im pretty damn sure I havent been one for a while now.
Yet here I am, my hormones all over the place as I fight the urge to hop back in my shower and masturbate.
To her.
The thought of her.
Even if I’d much rather cum while fucking her than to the idea of her.
Damn.
A time passed in my life where I was so used to sex, I was having it multiple times a week… an amount I had considered to be healthy and normal.
At least for a newly-of-age college student.
I more often needed to blow off some steam, and girls were easy offers.
Most of them I’d meet in some random club and have a one-night stand, no strings attached.
Others would be friends with benefits, only because we had chemistry and/or wanted sex with each other for the physicality of it all.
I was only ever committed once, and I hated it.
Fucking loathed it, I tell you.
I took it too serious, got way too attached.
Suffices to say, I was jealous most of the time…possessive even.
It resulted in the relationship being toxic, and not gonna lie to myself, I’m incredibly glad I got out of it before she child trapped me or something like that.
Oh yeah, she was that type of girlfriend.
Im thankful I ended it before it got too bad, though the healing process wasnt peaceful.
I just had sex all the time. With protection of course.
Got mostly drunk, too.
Blocked her away from my mind and thoughts completely, using mostly sex and alcohol if it got too miserable.
So, to say im masturbating when im used to having sex whenever I want is rare.
It’s accessible to me, so it's quite simple logic to fuck someone when im feeling horny.
Though I was addicted to it when it helped me forget about her so easily.
But to masturbate about someone because im horny for them?
That’s damn rare.
Y/n especially.
God, I think before shaking my head. Y/n of all people? Seriously, dickhead?
Snapping out of it, I open the door and almost jump out of my skin.
Oh.
It’s y/n.
But, when I really look at her now…
Shit.
It’s y/n.
Her eyes look wide awake as she stares back at me, all flustered and flushed.
A mere five minutes ago I was moaning her name and fisting my cock. She surely hadn’t heard anything…
Right?
Well, I doubt it, because as I race to gather my thoughts and just say something instead of gaping at her, she beats me to it.
Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear-shyly- her cheeks flush even more as she diverts her attention to the floor.
Holy shit.
She’s just so fuckable.
The fuck? She looks adorable. With nothing but a- my- loose t-shirt on.
But also, insanely fuckable. The t-shirt reaches her mid-thighs, and it’d be incredibly easy to just bend her over and take her right where I am.
What? I am a lustful man. At least I admit it.
I mentally shrug at the thought.
“uh- i- uh- um-“ woah.
She’s stuttering.
I wouldve found that annoying but I just want to kiss her now.
That’d probably shut her up.
“I heard- um-“ well, guess I’m fucked. “moaning? I thought you were in pain.” Even though her words are now slightly less slurred, she’s speaking in full sentences.
That’s good.
Is it, though?
“you’re more sober.” Yeah, I was moaning your name in pain because I wanted to cum so bad inside of your pussy, but I masturbated instead.
She sways, almost losing her balance as I instinctively reach out to steady her. “I drank the- uh- glass of water you got for me earlier.”
I did?
Oh, guess I did.
“good.”
“wanna sleep with me?”
My eyes widen of their own accord, lips spreading a mile apart as my jaw hangs open. Sex? Finally?
Her consent would send me over the edge.
“what- like-“
“no- not like-“
Oh.
Bummer.
And at the same moment we both shut up and stare at each other with wide eyes, my heart beats in my ears at a speed I cant keep up with.
Realizing the absurdity of the situation, we both burst out laughing.
She drops her head in her hands and lets out the most adorable drunken laugh, and I cant help but admire it as she does so.
Admire her.
God, I want her.
She glances up at me as our laughter quickly dies down, replaced with palpable tension.
My eyes cant seem to look away when her own trail down my body, following every individual droplet down my chest and reaching my abs with such intrigue.
They go down, down, down…
Until they meet the towel.
And when she takes her time eyeing the little hair trail leading to my cock- which is slowly but surely pitching a tent- I’m lost.
I’m so fucked.
So done for.
So down bad.
Because this girl fucking bites her lip and gives me the most innocent “fuck me” eyes I have ever seen.
And to hell with it.
I just might.
Regaining track of my thoughts, I push every diabolical fantasy of mine to the side and take a more subtle, civil approach to this horrid situation.
“y/n.”
She tilts her head as a light blush dusts her cheeks.
She seems to have snapped out of the daze she was in, because she clears her throat and drops her head again after ogling my abs for what seems like a lifetime.
Not that im complaining.
Based off of her body language, guess we’re both horny for one another.
Plus, he knows she hates me, which is why sleeping with her was a far possibility to begin with.
But her acting all “fuck me” is confusing the hell out of me.
She cant be that drunk.
Is she toying with me? Pretending?
She takes her eyes away from me and gives them to the floor, and god help me, I want my hand around her neck and her eyes on mine.
Possibly while doing other things but we’ll get to that later.
“aren’t you tired, y/n?” I bite out, getting myself ready to go into defensive mode.
I’m on edge.
Not to mention, horny out of my fucking mind.
Some might call it "sexual frustration".
I call it "bullshit".
I just came, but here she is giving me all sex appeal vibes and getting on my nerves.
Im getting sick of this.
I need a good fuck.
From her. I need her. I need to fuck her.
And that’s exactly why I’m pissed.
Because I cant.
Why?
If this girl was sober right this second, I would’ve gotten a slap to the face and a “go fuck yourself” for being shirtless around my own damn house.
But no.
Im getting lip bites and dreamy gazes.
Oh for fucks sake.
Even though her head slightly lulls to the side and she stutters a little to get the words out, she declines.
“not tired?”
“mm-mm.” so, no.
“don’t wanna sleep?”
“nope.” She pops the ‘p’, giving me a playful drunk smile as her neck cranes up to watch me.
Jesus.
“okay…” I stare at the wall for a beat.
“hungry.” She says with the cutest drunk frown ive ever seen.
Same.
Im hungry, too.
Not for food, though.
“alright.” I move for my room, only for the little minx to get all up in my private space.
“where you going?” she asks intently, eyes on me and lips apart.
Inviting is how she looks.
My thumb chases her bottom lip, fondling with it until im left stroking it.
Im not thinking.
I don’t want to.
Fuck. When she exhales deeply and leans into it, im tempted to take her right there and then.
But she probably doesn’t realize who I am, if she’s letting me get away with all this.
And that’s the thing.
She’s not sober. I never feel these things when she’s sober. I don’t like her sober.
But it’d be a dick move to fuck her right here, when she’s so wasted beyond oblivion.
She wont remember.
Which means if she gave me her consent, it wouldn’t be rational consent.
Im not an asshole, and I know “no.” is a full sentence.
Even if she wont say it right now to my face, she’d be more than happy to do so tomorrow morning. When she’s sober with a throbbing headache.
Which I already prepared for by placing some painkillers and water by the bed on my nightstand.
Because that was the plan.
Her sleeping in my room, in my bed- alone.
Whereas I’d sleep on the couch, and we’d both wake up tomorrow morning with clothes on in different rooms.
But here she is.
Her lips a hair’s breadth away from mine.
Did I mention how much I want to taste them again?
“need to put a shirt on.” I barely rasp out. She flutters her eyes shut when I stroke her lower lip one more time, eyes heated.
She doesn’t reply, instead letting me do everything I want to.
And that’s dangerous- her trusting me.
Because god help me if I was drunk- or at least as drunk as her- I would’ve done unspeakable things to this woman.
And that just doesn’t sit right with me, considering I might as well just do that sober with all the thoughts im having.
But her brother might come back; he might not want to spend the night at his fuck of the night’s.
I consider fucking her right there for another split second.
No.
Stepping back from her rather abruptly, I make a beeline for my room. I reach for the first pair of boxer-briefs I find and let the towel fall to my feet. In mere seconds, im fully dressed in a shirt and some random boxer-shorts.
I fluff my hair up in a towel to dry it, knowing I did a well enough job when it’s not as wet.
A look in the mirror, I stare back at myself as my hair’s messy, my face is flushed, and my dick is still rock-hard.
Man- fuck- I am so fucking horny for her.
I don’t know what to do.
Genuinely.
Should I just fuck her and get on with my life?
But what about her brother?
What if she resented me for it for the rest of our lives?
What if she doesn’t want me to?
I already know she doesn’t.
But she’s not possibly drunk enough to develop a whole new personality.
Again, is she toying with me?
…why not just ask?
“jungkook?” a soft knock on the door.
“coming.” And within a few steps ahead, I swing the door open and find y/n standing there, staring right back at me, all fuck-me eyes and sex appeal.
“so…” I rock back on my heels, her looking to the floor as the air between us grows thick with awkward tension.
“you said you were hungry?” she lifts her gaze to mine again, taking my damn breath away as every damn time.
Goddamn my hormones.
Her fucking eyes are making me horny now?
My t-shirt modestly covers all her curves, leaving only her legs to sight.
She nods at my earlier question, so I rack through my options.
I mean, there’s not much to think about. How hard can it be?
Just feed the girl.
“alright.” I awkwardly side-step her to make my way to the kitchen, uttering a low “come on” to get her to follow me.
Lifting her up by her hips, I seat her on one of the stools at the island and get to work.
Opening the cabinets, I find…
Nothing.
Fucking hell. Grocery shopping was on tae this week.
Her brother or not, he’s getting a good scolding as soon as I see him.
There’s basically close to nothing I could cook up that’d to a well enough job except…pancakes?
There’s a singular lonely box set in one of the empty cabinets.
I flick a glance af y/n.
“pancakes okay?”
She smiles with an assuring nod.
I grab it and make quick work to get all the needed ingredients listed for it on the packaging.
After everything’s set and ready on the counter, I cross my arms with a confused frown.
I know there’s something missing.
What the fuck is it?
“butter.”
Flicking my gaze to y/n, she maintains the eyecontact for as little as a second and goes back to picking at her cuticles.
“right.” I clear my throat. “butter.”
Grabbing it from the fridge and setting it with the rest of the ingredients, I start whipping it up.
Halfway through the process, I realize how weird the situation is.
Ive actually never cooked for a girl before.
Well, it’s pancakes. But still.
I couldve just ordered takeout or something.
A little more than fifteen minutes later, two plates mounted with pancakes, bananas (for presentation), and syrup are each placed in front of y/n and i.
Sure, I almost burnt myself here and there but it wasn’t too bad. Wouldn’t have happened hadn’t y/n been ogling me all the time.
She was too damn distracting.
Wasn’t my fault.
I noticed her looking at my hands mostly more than anything.
Hand kink, maybe?
Choking, perhaps?
Focus, jeon.
Right. Mac n cheese.
Oh wait no- pancakes.
Right.
I make sure to give her the one with extra syrup.
She likes it that way. Something I always noticed. She always added extra whenever we had some at their place back in town.
Ive been a few times, when tae would invite me to hangout on breaks. Who am I to decline?
Their mom makes amazing pancakes.
“thank you.” I barely register her gratitude before chuckling as I sit beside her on one of the stools, my own plate in front of me.
“for what?” with a glint of amusement in my eyes, my lips cant help but tip up.
She signals to the plate in front of her as response, just as I turn to fully give her my attention.
“it’s just pancakes, y/n.” I shake my head and focus on her adorable drunk frown.
“I will pay you back, though.” She sounds determined at that, and I just know not to doubt that statement.
“yeah?” my eyes narrow of their own accord, playfully challenging her. “how so?”
She sure doesn’t get the “playful” part as her brows dip in a frown.
“what do you have in mind?” she offers.
It’s an innocent question blooming out of pure curiosity.
The answer, though? Way beyond that.
Deeper.
Dirtier.
What do I have in mind?
Honestly? A lot of things.
Choking her at the same moment I take her from behind.
Maybe even spanking her while she rides me.
Why not pounding into her as she braces herself into the pillow and screams?
Ive always loved me a pillow princess.
All of the above are scenarios of how she can pay me back with her pussy, one way or another.
And that’s a dick move, isn’t it?
So, instead, I answer with: “grant me a wish.”
“a wish?”
“yep.”
“huh? You think im a genie or something?”
A light chuckle is all she gets before im on my feet, looking down at her confused wide eyes.
I walk calmly to the liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of red wine.
y/n eyes me curiously.
“what?”
“you wanna have wine…with pancakes?”
All I do is smirk in return.
“don’t judge unless you’ve tried it.”
That shuts her up immediately.
Approaching her with a smug tilt of my lips and a cock of my eyebrow, the wine bottle connects with the island tile with a thud, a contrast to the loud clank the wine glass makes as I cautiously set it down.
All the while aware of y/n’s undivided attention, she eyes me with the same intrigue im getting used to from her as I pour some wine for myself.
My forearms flex as I do so, my movements fluid as I raise the glass to my nose, swirling it around in the cup and taking a generous whiff, to which I greet with satisfaction.
I lock eyes with her own as I take a small sip.
The taste is welcomed, it calms me down.
But then she averts her eyes away from mine, blinks a few times, clenches her thighs, then focuses on her precious pancakes.
Im standing right beside her, towering over her seat like a predator.
Except the prey here unfortunately seems to be me.
y/n cuts up a piece of her pancake, reaches the fork up to her mouth and eats the pancake.
Seems normal, right?
She moans right then, sucking the fork clean out of her mouth.
Fuck.
What kills me most? Her looking up at me through thick lashes and innocent eyes.
Im going insane.
A muscle ticks in my jaw as I raise the glass if wine to my lips again, this time taking a much larger swig.
“what’s wrong?” she stands up. “you were acting all smug a second ago.”
Before I get to answer, she takes the wine glass from my hand, fingers slightly brushing mine in the haste of it.
“what are you-“
She then downs the whole glass in one gulp.
My jaw. The floor.
Setting it down gracefully, she looks at me.
Like, really looks at me.
Im literally hard again.
“you were right.” Huh?
“wine with pancakes does taste good.”
You know what else tastes good?
My dick in your mouth.
Her being right there but at the same time so far away is so fucking suffocating.
I want her. But I cant have her.
My jaw ticks again.
“oh my god! Loosen up, jungkook.” She exclaims when I stay silent.
“you were acting all playful two minutes ago, now you’re all jaw ticks and tense muscles.”
“trust me, you do not want me to loosen up.” One step closer. “and most definitely not around you.”
“why?” she challenges.
Wheres all this boldness coming from? The wine?
This girl cant be real.
“you gonna fuck me or something?”
That felt like a slap to the face.
She probably doesnt realize she hit a vein. Me getting all up in her face must give her a hint, though.
“you cant just say that.” I counter defensively.
“why?” her eyes thin with defiance. “because you might actually do it?”
I shake my head.
“no? are you a coward?”
Im not falling for that.
Was she playing all innocent to provoke me?
“remember that wish?”
“what do you mean?
“I mean,” I lean in, my face a breadth away, “one of these days,” a brush of my thumb across her lips. She gulps. “I’m gonna ask you to do something for me…”
Her lips part as an invitation, which I accept. “and you will so gladly do it.” I put my index and middle finger in her mouth, unable to resist this damn woman.
“no questions asked.”
By the end of my sentence, I’m left breathless.
y/n hums around my fingers, sucking on them like one would do a lollipop. I can feel her warm tongue swirl around me, as she looks me dead in the eyes and moans.
Holy god have mercy.
She pulls away for a split second, my fingers glistening with wetness as she asks, “am I doing it right?”
I nod, my eyes hooded.
She guides them to her mouth once again, this time deeper as she gags on them.
A guttural moan rips out if my chest.
My dick throbs in my shorts, a plea for her.
I should stop her and take her to bed- put her to sleep- but all I do instead is tuck her hair away from her face using my other hand.
“look at me, baby.” I coax her. Big doe eyes meet mine as my dick strains at the sight.
Wetness oozes from her mouth as she sucks my fingers.
“you’re doing such a good job for me.”
She sucks harder at the praise, taking it deeper into her mouth. Tip to base, all the while holding my eyes captive with her own.
But I cant take it anymore.
If im not inside her within the next minute, I might die.
Reluctantly taking my fingers out of her mouth, she releases them with a pop as she eyes me up, all hot and hungry.
Gone is the innocent look she once possessed, her eyes now full of unrelenting lust.
Her figure molds into mine and I hold her close as I kiss her with all the life in me.
I kiss her.
Tongue.
Lips.
A little bit of teeth. You know how it is, all caught up in the moment.
One moment she’s in my arms, kissing me.
Another, im slapping her on her ass as she jumps and latches onto my body.
Her legs wrap around my waste as my palms knead her ass gently.
Lustfully.
My t-shirt looks so sinful on her.
But I love it.
Love the way she bites my lower lip.
Love the way she moans as I suck on her tongue.
Love the way she’s making me feel by grinding her pussy against my dick.
But mostly?
I love the way I’m gonna fuck her to oblivion.
I cant make up my mind, though.
Might just fuck her right here, right now.
Drunk and all.
But that’s not right.
Is it?
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♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?
♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.
♧ warnings: Mentions of A LOT of SEX. minors please DNI. cursing...mature themes.
♧ WC: 3.7k
a/n: OMG HI i havent posted in literally forever 😭😭 happy new year ig goddamn last time i posted it was october like what anws enjoy this parttt and ofc as always share ur thoughts with me 🫶 if u wanna be tagged just drop a comment & i'll make sure to tag u!!
previous (part 2)
-UNEDITED.
I want to kiss her again.
-
Sighing into the void of my shower, I wrap a towel around my hips after drying my hair.
Where should I sleep?
y/n’s in my bed, all doe eyes and soft pouts.
The same girl who got me all hot and bothered with my fist around my cock in the shower.
My dick twitches at the image of her earlier.
Mascara running down her eyes, messy lipstick smudged all around her lips.
God, her eyes.
God, her mouth.
I drop my head dejectedly, and just as the sight of her on her knees flashes through my mind, my cock begins to harden again.
Fuck.
This is unnecessary.
Why am I acting like I wasn’t having sex a little more than a couple hours ago?
I mean- sure, I am a lustful man.
I fucking love sex.
But im not a virgin. And im pretty damn sure I havent been one for a while now.
Yet here I am, my hormones all over the place as I fight the urge to hop back in my shower and masturbate.
To her.
The thought of her.
Even if I’d much rather cum while fucking her than to the idea of her.
Damn.
A time passed in my life where I was so used to sex, I was having it multiple times a week… an amount I had considered to be healthy and normal.
At least for a newly-of-age college student.
I more often needed to blow off some steam, and girls were easy offers.
Most of them I’d meet in some random club and have a one-night stand, no strings attached.
Others would be friends with benefits, only because we had chemistry and/or wanted sex with each other for the physicality of it all.
I was only ever committed once, and I hated it.
Fucking loathed it, I tell you.
I took it too serious, got way too attached.
Suffices to say, I was jealous most of the time…possessive even.
It resulted in the relationship being toxic, and not gonna lie to myself, I’m incredibly glad I got out of it before she child trapped me or something like that.
Oh yeah, she was that type of girlfriend.
Im thankful I ended it before it got too bad, though the healing process wasnt peaceful.
I just had sex all the time. With protection of course.
Got mostly drunk, too.
Blocked her away from my mind and thoughts completely, using mostly sex and alcohol if it got too miserable.
So, to say im masturbating when im used to having sex whenever I want is rare.
It’s accessible to me, so it's quite simple logic to fuck someone when im feeling horny.
Though I was addicted to it when it helped me forget about her so easily.
But to masturbate about someone because im horny for them?
That’s damn rare.
Y/n especially.
God, I think before shaking my head. Y/n of all people? Seriously, dickhead?
Snapping out of it, I open the door and almost jump out of my skin.
Oh.
It’s y/n.
But, when I really look at her now…
Shit.
It’s y/n.
Her eyes look wide awake as she stares back at me, all flustered and flushed.
A mere five minutes ago I was moaning her name and fisting my cock. She surely hadn’t heard anything…
Right?
Well, I doubt it, because as I race to gather my thoughts and just say something instead of gaping at her, she beats me to it.
Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear-shyly- her cheeks flush even more as she diverts her attention to the floor.
Holy shit.
She’s just so fuckable.
The fuck? She looks adorable. With nothing but a- my- loose t-shirt on.
But also, insanely fuckable. The t-shirt reaches her mid-thighs, and it’d be incredibly easy to just bend her over and take her right where I am.
What? I am a lustful man. At least I admit it.
I mentally shrug at the thought.
“uh- i- uh- um-“ woah.
She’s stuttering.
I wouldve found that annoying but I just want to kiss her now.
That’d probably shut her up.
“I heard- um-“ well, guess I’m fucked. “moaning? I thought you were in pain.” Even though her words are now slightly less slurred, she’s speaking in full sentences.
That’s good.
Is it, though?
“you’re more sober.” Yeah, I was moaning your name in pain because I wanted to cum so bad inside of your pussy, but I masturbated instead.
She sways, almost losing her balance as I instinctively reach out to steady her. “I drank the- uh- glass of water you got for me earlier.”
I did?
Oh, guess I did.
“good.”
“wanna sleep with me?”
My eyes widen of their own accord, lips spreading a mile apart as my jaw hangs open. Sex? Finally?
Her consent would send me over the edge.
“what- like-“
“no- not like-“
Oh.
Bummer.
And at the same moment we both shut up and stare at each other with wide eyes, my heart beats in my ears at a speed I cant keep up with.
Realizing the absurdity of the situation, we both burst out laughing.
She drops her head in her hands and lets out the most adorable drunken laugh, and I cant help but admire it as she does so.
Admire her.
God, I want her.
She glances up at me as our laughter quickly dies down, replaced with palpable tension.
My eyes cant seem to look away when her own trail down my body, following every individual droplet down my chest and reaching my abs with such intrigue.
They go down, down, down…
Until they meet the towel.
And when she takes her time eyeing the little hair trail leading to my cock- which is slowly but surely pitching a tent- I’m lost.
I’m so fucked.
So done for.
So down bad.
Because this girl fucking bites her lip and gives me the most innocent “fuck me” eyes I have ever seen.
And to hell with it.
I just might.
Regaining track of my thoughts, I push every diabolical fantasy of mine to the side and take a more subtle, civil approach to this horrid situation.
“y/n.”
She tilts her head as a light blush dusts her cheeks.
She seems to have snapped out of the daze she was in, because she clears her throat and drops her head again after ogling my abs for what seems like a lifetime.
Not that im complaining.
Based off of her body language, guess we’re both horny for one another.
Plus, he knows she hates me, which is why sleeping with her was a far possibility to begin with.
But her acting all “fuck me” is confusing the hell out of me.
She cant be that drunk.
Is she toying with me? Pretending?
She takes her eyes away from me and gives them to the floor, and god help me, I want my hand around her neck and her eyes on mine.
Possibly while doing other things but we’ll get to that later.
“aren’t you tired, y/n?” I bite out, getting myself ready to go into defensive mode.
I’m on edge.
Not to mention, horny out of my fucking mind.
Some might call it "sexual frustration".
I call it "bullshit".
I just came, but here she is giving me all sex appeal vibes and getting on my nerves.
Im getting sick of this.
I need a good fuck.
From her. I need her. I need to fuck her.
And that’s exactly why I’m pissed.
Because I cant.
Why?
If this girl was sober right this second, I would’ve gotten a slap to the face and a “go fuck yourself” for being shirtless around my own damn house.
But no.
Im getting lip bites and dreamy gazes.
Oh for fucks sake.
Even though her head slightly lulls to the side and she stutters a little to get the words out, she declines.
“not tired?”
“mm-mm.” so, no.
“don’t wanna sleep?”
“nope.” She pops the ‘p’, giving me a playful drunk smile as her neck cranes up to watch me.
Jesus.
“okay…” I stare at the wall for a beat.
“hungry.” She says with the cutest drunk frown ive ever seen.
Same.
Im hungry, too.
Not for food, though.
“alright.” I move for my room, only for the little minx to get all up in my private space.
“where you going?” she asks intently, eyes on me and lips apart.
Inviting is how she looks.
My thumb chases her bottom lip, fondling with it until im left stroking it.
Im not thinking.
I don’t want to.
Fuck. When she exhales deeply and leans into it, im tempted to take her right there and then.
But she probably doesn’t realize who I am, if she’s letting me get away with all this.
And that’s the thing.
She’s not sober. I never feel these things when she’s sober. I don’t like her sober.
But it’d be a dick move to fuck her right here, when she’s so wasted beyond oblivion.
She wont remember.
Which means if she gave me her consent, it wouldn’t be rational consent.
Im not an asshole, and I know “no.” is a full sentence.
Even if she wont say it right now to my face, she’d be more than happy to do so tomorrow morning. When she’s sober with a throbbing headache.
Which I already prepared for by placing some painkillers and water by the bed on my nightstand.
Because that was the plan.
Her sleeping in my room, in my bed- alone.
Whereas I’d sleep on the couch, and we’d both wake up tomorrow morning with clothes on in different rooms.
But here she is.
Her lips a hair’s breadth away from mine.
Did I mention how much I want to taste them again?
“need to put a shirt on.” I barely rasp out. She flutters her eyes shut when I stroke her lower lip one more time, eyes heated.
She doesn’t reply, instead letting me do everything I want to.
And that’s dangerous- her trusting me.
Because god help me if I was drunk- or at least as drunk as her- I would’ve done unspeakable things to this woman.
And that just doesn’t sit right with me, considering I might as well just do that sober with all the thoughts im having.
But her brother might come back; he might not want to spend the night at his fuck of the night’s.
I consider fucking her right there for another split second.
No.
Stepping back from her rather abruptly, I make a beeline for my room. I reach for the first pair of boxer-briefs I find and let the towel fall to my feet. In mere seconds, im fully dressed in a shirt and some random boxer-shorts.
I fluff my hair up in a towel to dry it, knowing I did a well enough job when it’s not as wet.
A look in the mirror, I stare back at myself as my hair’s messy, my face is flushed, and my dick is still rock-hard.
Man- fuck- I am so fucking horny for her.
I don’t know what to do.
Genuinely.
Should I just fuck her and get on with my life?
But what about her brother?
What if she resented me for it for the rest of our lives?
What if she doesn’t want me to?
I already know she doesn’t.
But she’s not possibly drunk enough to develop a whole new personality.
Again, is she toying with me?
…why not just ask?
“jungkook?” a soft knock on the door.
“coming.” And within a few steps ahead, I swing the door open and find y/n standing there, staring right back at me, all fuck-me eyes and sex appeal.
“so…” I rock back on my heels, her looking to the floor as the air between us grows thick with awkward tension.
“you said you were hungry?” she lifts her gaze to mine again, taking my damn breath away as every damn time.
Goddamn my hormones.
Her fucking eyes are making me horny now?
My t-shirt modestly covers all her curves, leaving only her legs to sight.
She nods at my earlier question, so I rack through my options.
I mean, there’s not much to think about. How hard can it be?
Just feed the girl.
“alright.” I awkwardly side-step her to make my way to the kitchen, uttering a low “come on” to get her to follow me.
Lifting her up by her hips, I seat her on one of the stools at the island and get to work.
Opening the cabinets, I find…
Nothing.
Fucking hell. Grocery shopping was on tae this week.
Her brother or not, he’s getting a good scolding as soon as I see him.
There’s basically close to nothing I could cook up that’d to a well enough job except…pancakes?
There’s a singular lonely box set in one of the empty cabinets.
I flick a glance af y/n.
“pancakes okay?”
She smiles with an assuring nod.
I grab it and make quick work to get all the needed ingredients listed for it on the packaging.
After everything’s set and ready on the counter, I cross my arms with a confused frown.
I know there’s something missing.
What the fuck is it?
“butter.”
Flicking my gaze to y/n, she maintains the eyecontact for as little as a second and goes back to picking at her cuticles.
“right.” I clear my throat. “butter.”
Grabbing it from the fridge and setting it with the rest of the ingredients, I start whipping it up.
Halfway through the process, I realize how weird the situation is.
Ive actually never cooked for a girl before.
Well, it’s pancakes. But still.
I couldve just ordered takeout or something.
A little more than fifteen minutes later, two plates mounted with pancakes, bananas (for presentation), and syrup are each placed in front of y/n and i.
Sure, I almost burnt myself here and there but it wasn’t too bad. Wouldn’t have happened hadn’t y/n been ogling me all the time.
She was too damn distracting.
Wasn’t my fault.
I noticed her looking at my hands mostly more than anything.
Hand kink, maybe?
Choking, perhaps?
Focus, jeon.
Right. Mac n cheese.
Oh wait no- pancakes.
Right.
I make sure to give her the one with extra syrup.
She likes it that way. Something I always noticed. She always added extra whenever we had some at their place back in town.
Ive been a few times, when tae would invite me to hangout on breaks. Who am I to decline?
Their mom makes amazing pancakes.
“thank you.” I barely register her gratitude before chuckling as I sit beside her on one of the stools, my own plate in front of me.
“for what?” with a glint of amusement in my eyes, my lips cant help but tip up.
She signals to the plate in front of her as response, just as I turn to fully give her my attention.
“it’s just pancakes, y/n.” I shake my head and focus on her adorable drunk frown.
“I will pay you back, though.” She sounds determined at that, and I just know not to doubt that statement.
“yeah?” my eyes narrow of their own accord, playfully challenging her. “how so?”
She sure doesn’t get the “playful” part as her brows dip in a frown.
“what do you have in mind?” she offers.
It’s an innocent question blooming out of pure curiosity.
The answer, though? Way beyond that.
Deeper.
Dirtier.
What do I have in mind?
Honestly? A lot of things.
Choking her at the same moment I take her from behind.
Maybe even spanking her while she rides me.
Why not pounding into her as she braces herself into the pillow and screams?
Ive always loved me a pillow princess.
All of the above are scenarios of how she can pay me back with her pussy, one way or another.
And that’s a dick move, isn’t it?
So, instead, I answer with: “grant me a wish.”
“a wish?”
“yep.”
“huh? You think im a genie or something?”
A light chuckle is all she gets before im on my feet, looking down at her confused wide eyes.
I walk calmly to the liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of red wine.
y/n eyes me curiously.
“what?”
“you wanna have wine…with pancakes?”
All I do is smirk in return.
“don’t judge unless you’ve tried it.”
That shuts her up immediately.
Approaching her with a smug tilt of my lips and a cock of my eyebrow, the wine bottle connects with the island tile with a thud, a contrast to the loud clank the wine glass makes as I cautiously set it down.
All the while aware of y/n’s undivided attention, she eyes me with the same intrigue im getting used to from her as I pour some wine for myself.
My forearms flex as I do so, my movements fluid as I raise the glass to my nose, swirling it around in the cup and taking a generous whiff, to which I greet with satisfaction.
I lock eyes with her own as I take a small sip.
The taste is welcomed, it calms me down.
But then she averts her eyes away from mine, blinks a few times, clenches her thighs, then focuses on her precious pancakes.
Im standing right beside her, towering over her seat like a predator.
Except the prey here unfortunately seems to be me.
y/n cuts up a piece of her pancake, reaches the fork up to her mouth and eats the pancake.
Seems normal, right?
She moans right then, sucking the fork clean out of her mouth.
Fuck.
What kills me most? Her looking up at me through thick lashes and innocent eyes.
Im going insane.
A muscle ticks in my jaw as I raise the glass if wine to my lips again, this time taking a much larger swig.
“what’s wrong?” she stands up. “you were acting all smug a second ago.”
Before I get to answer, she takes the wine glass from my hand, fingers slightly brushing mine in the haste of it.
“what are you-“
She then downs the whole glass in one gulp.
My jaw. The floor.
Setting it down gracefully, she looks at me.
Like, really looks at me.
Im literally hard again.
“you were right.” Huh?
“wine with pancakes does taste good.”
You know what else tastes good?
My dick in your mouth.
Her being right there but at the same time so far away is so fucking suffocating.
I want her. But I cant have her.
My jaw ticks again.
“oh my god! Loosen up, jungkook.” She exclaims when I stay silent.
“you were acting all playful two minutes ago, now you’re all jaw ticks and tense muscles.”
“trust me, you do not want me to loosen up.” One step closer. “and most definitely not around you.”
“why?” she challenges.
Wheres all this boldness coming from? The wine?
This girl cant be real.
“you gonna fuck me or something?”
That felt like a slap to the face.
She probably doesnt realize she hit a vein. Me getting all up in her face must give her a hint, though.
“you cant just say that.” I counter defensively.
“why?” her eyes thin with defiance. “because you might actually do it?”
I shake my head.
“no? are you a coward?”
Im not falling for that.
Was she playing all innocent to provoke me?
“remember that wish?”
“what do you mean?
“I mean,” I lean in, my face a breadth away, “one of these days,” a brush of my thumb across her lips. She gulps. “I’m gonna ask you to do something for me…”
Her lips part as an invitation, which I accept. “and you will so gladly do it.” I put my index and middle finger in her mouth, unable to resist this damn woman.
“no questions asked.”
By the end of my sentence, I’m left breathless.
y/n hums around my fingers, sucking on them like one would do a lollipop. I can feel her warm tongue swirl around me, as she looks me dead in the eyes and moans.
Holy god have mercy.
She pulls away for a split second, my fingers glistening with wetness as she asks, “am I doing it right?”
I nod, my eyes hooded.
She guides them to her mouth once again, this time deeper as she gags on them.
A guttural moan rips out if my chest.
My dick throbs in my shorts, a plea for her.
I should stop her and take her to bed- put her to sleep- but all I do instead is tuck her hair away from her face using my other hand.
“look at me, baby.” I coax her. Big doe eyes meet mine as my dick strains at the sight.
Wetness oozes from her mouth as she sucks my fingers.
“you’re doing such a good job for me.”
She sucks harder at the praise, taking it deeper into her mouth. Tip to base, all the while holding my eyes captive with her own.
But I cant take it anymore.
If im not inside her within the next minute, I might die.
Reluctantly taking my fingers out of her mouth, she releases them with a pop as she eyes me up, all hot and hungry.
Gone is the innocent look she once possessed, her eyes now full of unrelenting lust.
Her figure molds into mine and I hold her close as I kiss her with all the life in me.
I kiss her.
Tongue.
Lips.
A little bit of teeth. You know how it is, all caught up in the moment.
One moment she’s in my arms, kissing me.
Another, im slapping her on her ass as she jumps and latches onto my body.
Her legs wrap around my waste as my palms knead her ass gently.
Lustfully.
My t-shirt looks so sinful on her.
But I love it.
Love the way she bites my lower lip.
Love the way she moans as I suck on her tongue.
Love the way she’s making me feel by grinding her pussy against my dick.
But mostly?
I love the way I’m gonna fuck her to oblivion.
I cant make up my mind, though.
Might just fuck her right here, right now.
Drunk and all.
But that’s not right.
Is it?
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♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?
♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.
♧ warnings: Mentions of A LOT of SEX. minors please DNI. cursing...mature themes, jk is a horndog & immature, SO MUCH sexual frustration u might find it annoying. oc is drunk.
♧ WC: 3.7k
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previous (part 2)
index
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I want to kiss her again.
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Sighing into the void of my shower, I wrap a towel around my hips after drying my hair.
Where should I sleep?
y/n’s in my bed, all doe eyes and soft pouts.
The same girl who got me all hot and bothered with my fist around my cock in the shower.
My dick twitches at the image of her earlier.
Mascara running down her eyes, messy lipstick smudged all around her lips.
God, her eyes.
God, her mouth.
I drop my head dejectedly, and just as the sight of her on her knees flashes through my mind, my cock begins to harden again.
Fuck.
This is unnecessary.
Why am I acting like I wasn’t having sex a little more than a couple hours ago?
I mean- sure, I am a lustful man.
I fucking love sex.
But im not a virgin. And im pretty damn sure I havent been one for a while now.
Yet here I am, my hormones all over the place as I fight the urge to hop back in my shower and masturbate.
To her.
The thought of her.
Even if I’d much rather cum while fucking her than to the idea of her.
Damn.
A time passed in my life where I was so used to sex, I was having it multiple times a week… an amount I had considered to be healthy and normal.
At least for a newly-of-age college student.
I more often needed to blow off some steam, and girls were easy offers.
Most of them I’d meet in some random club and have a one-night stand, no strings attached.
Others would be friends with benefits, only because we had chemistry and/or wanted sex with each other for the physicality of it all.
I was only ever committed once, and I hated it.
Fucking loathed it, I tell you.
I took it too serious, got way too attached.
Suffices to say, I was jealous most of the time…possessive even.
It resulted in the relationship being toxic, and not gonna lie to myself, I’m incredibly glad I got out of it before she child trapped me or something like that.
Oh yeah, she was that type of girlfriend.
Im thankful I ended it before it got too bad, though the healing process wasnt peaceful.
I just had sex all the time. With protection of course.
Got mostly drunk, too.
Blocked her away from my mind and thoughts completely, using mostly sex and alcohol if it got too miserable.
So, to say im masturbating when im used to having sex whenever I want is rare.
It’s accessible to me, so it's quite simple logic to fuck someone when im feeling horny.
Though I was addicted to it when it helped me forget about her so easily.
But to masturbate about someone because im horny for them?
That’s damn rare.
Y/n especially.
God, I think before shaking my head. Y/n of all people? Seriously, dickhead?
Snapping out of it, I open the door and almost jump out of my skin.
Oh.
It’s y/n.
But, when I really look at her now…
Shit.
It’s y/n.
Her eyes look wide awake as she stares back at me, all flustered and flushed.
A mere five minutes ago I was moaning her name and fisting my cock. She surely hadn’t heard anything…
Right?
Well, I doubt it, because as I race to gather my thoughts and just say something instead of gaping at her, she beats me to it.
Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear-shyly- her cheeks flush even more as she diverts her attention to the floor.
Holy shit.
She’s just so fuckable.
The fuck? She looks adorable. With nothing but a- my- loose t-shirt on.
But also, insanely fuckable. The t-shirt reaches her mid-thighs, and it’d be incredibly easy to just bend her over and take her right where I am.
What? I am a lustful man. At least I admit it.
I mentally shrug at the thought.
“uh- i- uh- um-“ woah.
She’s stuttering.
I wouldve found that annoying but I just want to kiss her now.
That’d probably shut her up.
“I heard- um-“ well, guess I’m fucked. “moaning? I thought you were in pain.” Even though her words are now slightly less slurred, she’s speaking in full sentences.
That’s good.
Is it, though?
“you’re more sober.” Yeah, I was moaning your name in pain because I wanted to cum so bad inside of your pussy, but I masturbated instead.
She sways, almost losing her balance as I instinctively reach out to steady her. “I drank the- uh- glass of water you got for me earlier.”
I did?
Oh, guess I did.
“good.”
“wanna sleep with me?”
My eyes widen of their own accord, lips spreading a mile apart as my jaw hangs open. Sex? Finally?
Her consent would send me over the edge.
“what- like-“
“no- not like-“
Oh.
Bummer.
And at the same moment we both shut up and stare at each other with wide eyes, my heart beats in my ears at a speed I cant keep up with.
Realizing the absurdity of the situation, we both burst out laughing.
She drops her head in her hands and lets out the most adorable drunken laugh, and I cant help but admire it as she does so.
Admire her.
God, I want her.
She glances up at me as our laughter quickly dies down, replaced with palpable tension.
My eyes cant seem to look away when her own trail down my body, following every individual droplet down my chest and reaching my abs with such intrigue.
They go down, down, down…
Until they meet the towel.
And when she takes her time eyeing the little hair trail leading to my cock- which is slowly but surely pitching a tent- I’m lost.
I’m so fucked.
So done for.
So down bad.
Because this girl fucking bites her lip and gives me the most innocent “fuck me” eyes I have ever seen.
And to hell with it.
I just might.
Regaining track of my thoughts, I push every diabolical fantasy of mine to the side and take a more subtle, civil approach to this horrid situation.
“y/n.”
She tilts her head as a light blush dusts her cheeks.
She seems to have snapped out of the daze she was in, because she clears her throat and drops her head again after ogling my abs for what seems like a lifetime.
Not that im complaining.
Based off of her body language, guess we’re both horny for one another.
Plus, he knows she hates me, which is why sleeping with her was a far possibility to begin with.
But her acting all “fuck me” is confusing the hell out of me.
She cant be that drunk.
Is she toying with me? Pretending?
She takes her eyes away from me and gives them to the floor, and god help me, I want my hand around her neck and her eyes on mine.
Possibly while doing other things but we’ll get to that later.
“aren’t you tired, y/n?” I bite out, getting myself ready to go into defensive mode.
I’m on edge.
Not to mention, horny out of my fucking mind.
Some might call it "sexual frustration".
I call it "bullshit".
I just came, but here she is giving me all sex appeal vibes and getting on my nerves.
Im getting sick of this.
I need a good fuck.
From her. I need her. I need to fuck her.
And that’s exactly why I’m pissed.
Because I cant.
Why?
If this girl was sober right this second, I would’ve gotten a slap to the face and a “go fuck yourself” for being shirtless around my own damn house.
But no.
Im getting lip bites and dreamy gazes.
Oh for fucks sake.
Even though her head slightly lulls to the side and she stutters a little to get the words out, she declines.
“not tired?”
“mm-mm.” so, no.
“don’t wanna sleep?”
“nope.” She pops the ‘p’, giving me a playful drunk smile as her neck cranes up to watch me.
Jesus.
“okay…” I stare at the wall for a beat.
“hungry.” She says with the cutest drunk frown ive ever seen.
Same.
Im hungry, too.
Not for food, though.
“alright.” I move for my room, only for the little minx to get all up in my private space.
“where you going?” she asks intently, eyes on me and lips apart.
Inviting is how she looks.
My thumb chases her bottom lip, fondling with it until im left stroking it.
Im not thinking.
I don’t want to.
Fuck. When she exhales deeply and leans into it, im tempted to take her right there and then.
But she probably doesn’t realize who I am, if she’s letting me get away with all this.
And that’s the thing.
She’s not sober. I never feel these things when she’s sober. I don’t like her sober.
But it’d be a dick move to fuck her right here, when she’s so wasted beyond oblivion.
She wont remember.
Which means if she gave me her consent, it wouldn’t be rational consent.
Im not an asshole, and I know “no.” is a full sentence.
Even if she wont say it right now to my face, she’d be more than happy to do so tomorrow morning. When she’s sober with a throbbing headache.
Which I already prepared for by placing some painkillers and water by the bed on my nightstand.
Because that was the plan.
Her sleeping in my room, in my bed- alone.
Whereas I’d sleep on the couch, and we’d both wake up tomorrow morning with clothes on in different rooms.
But here she is.
Her lips a hair’s breadth away from mine.
Did I mention how much I want to taste them again?
“need to put a shirt on.” I barely rasp out. She flutters her eyes shut when I stroke her lower lip one more time, eyes heated.
She doesn’t reply, instead letting me do everything I want to.
And that’s dangerous- her trusting me.
Because god help me if I was drunk- or at least as drunk as her- I would’ve done unspeakable things to this woman.
And that just doesn’t sit right with me, considering I might as well just do that sober with all the thoughts im having.
But her brother might come back; he might not want to spend the night at his fuck of the night’s.
I consider fucking her right there for another split second.
No.
Stepping back from her rather abruptly, I make a beeline for my room. I reach for the first pair of boxer-briefs I find and let the towel fall to my feet. In mere seconds, im fully dressed in a shirt and some random boxer-shorts.
I fluff my hair up in a towel to dry it, knowing I did a well enough job when it’s not as wet.
A look in the mirror, I stare back at myself as my hair’s messy, my face is flushed, and my dick is still rock-hard.
Man- fuck- I am so fucking horny for her.
I don’t know what to do.
Genuinely.
Should I just fuck her and get on with my life?
But what about her brother?
What if she resented me for it for the rest of our lives?
What if she doesn’t want me to?
I already know she doesn’t.
But she’s not possibly drunk enough to develop a whole new personality.
Again, is she toying with me?
…why not just ask?
“jungkook?” a soft knock on the door.
“coming.” And within a few steps ahead, I swing the door open and find y/n standing there, staring right back at me, all fuck-me eyes and sex appeal.
“so…” I rock back on my heels, her looking to the floor as the air between us grows thick with awkward tension.
“you said you were hungry?” she lifts her gaze to mine again, taking my damn breath away as every damn time.
Goddamn my hormones.
Her fucking eyes are making me horny now?
My t-shirt modestly covers all her curves, leaving only her legs to sight.
She nods at my earlier question, so I rack through my options.
I mean, there’s not much to think about. How hard can it be?
Just feed the girl.
“alright.” I awkwardly side-step her to make my way to the kitchen, uttering a low “come on” to get her to follow me.
Lifting her up by her hips, I seat her on one of the stools at the island and get to work.
Opening the cabinets, I find…
Nothing.
Fucking hell. Grocery shopping was on tae this week.
Her brother or not, he’s getting a good scolding as soon as I see him.
There’s basically close to nothing I could cook up that’d to a well enough job except…pancakes?
There’s a singular lonely box set in one of the empty cabinets.
I flick a glance af y/n.
“pancakes okay?”
She smiles with an assuring nod.
I grab it and make quick work to get all the needed ingredients listed for it on the packaging.
After everything’s set and ready on the counter, I cross my arms with a confused frown.
I know there’s something missing.
What the fuck is it?
“butter.”
Flicking my gaze to y/n, she maintains the eyecontact for as little as a second and goes back to picking at her cuticles.
“right.” I clear my throat. “butter.”
Grabbing it from the fridge and setting it with the rest of the ingredients, I start whipping it up.
Halfway through the process, I realize how weird the situation is.
Ive actually never cooked for a girl before.
Well, it’s pancakes. But still.
I couldve just ordered takeout or something.
A little more than fifteen minutes later, two plates mounted with pancakes, bananas (for presentation), and syrup are each placed in front of y/n and i.
Sure, I almost burnt myself here and there but it wasn’t too bad. Wouldn’t have happened hadn’t y/n been ogling me all the time.
She was too damn distracting.
Wasn’t my fault.
I noticed her looking at my hands mostly more than anything.
Hand kink, maybe?
Choking, perhaps?
Focus, jeon.
Right. Mac n cheese.
Oh wait no- pancakes.
Right.
I make sure to give her the one with extra syrup.
She likes it that way. Something I always noticed. She always added extra whenever we had some at their place back in town.
Ive been a few times, when tae would invite me to hangout on breaks. Who am I to decline?
Their mom makes amazing pancakes.
“thank you.” I barely register her gratitude before chuckling as I sit beside her on one of the stools, my own plate in front of me.
“for what?” with a glint of amusement in my eyes, my lips cant help but tip up.
She signals to the plate in front of her as response, just as I turn to fully give her my attention.
“it’s just pancakes, y/n.” I shake my head and focus on her adorable drunk frown.
“I will pay you back, though.” She sounds determined at that, and I just know not to doubt that statement.
“yeah?” my eyes narrow of their own accord, playfully challenging her. “how so?”
She sure doesn’t get the “playful” part as her brows dip in a frown.
“what do you have in mind?” she offers.
It’s an innocent question blooming out of pure curiosity.
The answer, though? Way beyond that.
Deeper.
Dirtier.
What do I have in mind?
Honestly? A lot of things.
Choking her at the same moment I take her from behind.
Maybe even spanking her while she rides me.
Why not pounding into her as she braces herself into the pillow and screams?
Ive always loved me a pillow princess.
All of the above are scenarios of how she can pay me back with her pussy, one way or another.
And that’s a dick move, isn’t it?
So, instead, I answer with: “grant me a wish.”
“a wish?”
“yep.”
“huh? You think im a genie or something?”
A light chuckle is all she gets before im on my feet, looking down at her confused wide eyes.
I walk calmly to the liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of red wine.
y/n eyes me curiously.
“what?”
“you wanna have wine…with pancakes?”
All I do is smirk in return.
“don’t judge unless you’ve tried it.”
That shuts her up immediately.
Approaching her with a smug tilt of my lips and a cock of my eyebrow, the wine bottle connects with the island tile with a thud, a contrast to the loud clank the wine glass makes as I cautiously set it down.
All the while aware of y/n’s undivided attention, she eyes me with the same intrigue im getting used to from her as I pour some wine for myself.
My forearms flex as I do so, my movements fluid as I raise the glass to my nose, swirling it around in the cup and taking a generous whiff, to which I greet with satisfaction.
I lock eyes with her own as I take a small sip.
The taste is welcomed, it calms me down.
But then she averts her eyes away from mine, blinks a few times, clenches her thighs, then focuses on her precious pancakes.
Im standing right beside her, towering over her seat like a predator.
Except the prey here unfortunately seems to be me.
y/n cuts up a piece of her pancake, reaches the fork up to her mouth and eats the pancake.
Seems normal, right?
She moans right then, sucking the fork clean out of her mouth.
Fuck.
What kills me most? Her looking up at me through thick lashes and innocent eyes.
Im going insane.
A muscle ticks in my jaw as I raise the glass if wine to my lips again, this time taking a much larger swig.
“what’s wrong?” she stands up. “you were acting all smug a second ago.”
Before I get to answer, she takes the wine glass from my hand, fingers slightly brushing mine in the haste of it.
“what are you-“
She then downs the whole glass in one gulp.
My jaw. The floor.
Setting it down gracefully, she looks at me.
Like, really looks at me.
Im literally hard again.
“you were right.” Huh?
“wine with pancakes does taste good.”
You know what else tastes good?
My dick in your mouth.
Her being right there but at the same time so far away is so fucking suffocating.
I want her. But I cant have her.
My jaw ticks again.
“oh my god! Loosen up, jungkook.” She exclaims when I stay silent.
“you were acting all playful two minutes ago, now you’re all jaw ticks and tense muscles.”
“trust me, you do not want me to loosen up.” One step closer. “and most definitely not around you.”
“why?” she challenges.
Wheres all this boldness coming from? The wine?
This girl cant be real.
“you gonna fuck me or something?”
That felt like a slap to the face.
She probably doesnt realize she hit a vein. Me getting all up in her face must give her a hint, though.
“you cant just say that.” I counter defensively.
“why?” her eyes thin with defiance. “because you might actually do it?”
I shake my head.
“no? are you a coward?”
Im not falling for that.
Was she playing all innocent to provoke me?
“remember that wish?”
“what do you mean?
“I mean,” I lean in, my face a breadth away, “one of these days,” a brush of my thumb across her lips. She gulps. “I’m gonna ask you to do something for me…”
Her lips part as an invitation, which I accept. “and you will so gladly do it.” I put my index and middle finger in her mouth, unable to resist this damn woman.
“no questions asked.”
By the end of my sentence, I’m left breathless.
y/n hums around my fingers, sucking on them like one would do a lollipop. I can feel her warm tongue swirl around me, as she looks me dead in the eyes and moans.
Holy god have mercy.
She pulls away for a split second, my fingers glistening with wetness as she asks, “am I doing it right?”
I nod, my eyes hooded.
She guides them to her mouth once again, this time deeper as she gags on them.
A guttural moan rips out if my chest.
My dick throbs in my shorts, a plea for her.
I should stop her and take her to bed- put her to sleep- but all I do instead is tuck her hair away from her face using my other hand.
“look at me, baby.” I coax her. Big doe eyes meet mine as my dick strains at the sight.
Wetness oozes from her mouth as she sucks my fingers.
“you’re doing such a good job for me.”
She sucks harder at the praise, taking it deeper into her mouth. Tip to base, all the while holding my eyes captive with her own.
But I cant take it anymore.
If im not inside her within the next minute, I might die.
Reluctantly taking my fingers out of her mouth, she releases them with a pop as she eyes me up, all hot and hungry.
Gone is the innocent look she once possessed, her eyes now full of unrelenting lust.
Her figure molds into mine and I hold her close as I kiss her with all the life in me.
I kiss her.
Tongue.
Lips.
A little bit of teeth. You know how it is, all caught up in the moment.
One moment she’s in my arms, kissing me.
Another, im slapping her on her ass as she jumps and latches onto my body.
Her legs wrap around my waste as my palms knead her ass gently.
Lustfully.
My t-shirt looks so sinful on her.
But I love it.
Love the way she bites my lower lip.
Love the way she moans as I suck on her tongue.
Love the way she’s making me feel by grinding her pussy against my dick.
But mostly?
I love the way I’m gonna fuck her to oblivion.
I cant make up my mind, though.
Might just fuck her right here, right now.
Drunk and all.
But that’s not right.
Is it?
WHAT DO U THINK GUYS
imma go disappear again 😋
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as other writers tend to say, i follow my inspiration when writing, and do not follow an exact routine! i am always open for requests tho, and would love to hear your thoughts on everything i have to offer :)
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i LOVE your work, i adore the writing style and it's so so interesting- the way you express everyone's feelings and the clever word play. I literally adore you!! (sorry for gushing ahah)
back to my first question- what works do YOU like by authors? Or which authors? It literally does not even have to be about kook (but i love kook so haha).
please answer in detail- i could read you writing for a living istg.
♡ y
omg the way i literally blushed because of how sweet u are is insane
first of all THANK YOU??? like youre showering me with compliments thank you so much!!! i try to experiment with different writing styles cuz honestly i just get really bored really easily (even from my own writing 😅) and switching it up helps keep me motivated! at the end of the day im writing for my enjoyment so whenever it gets boring i tend to try other styles that i might find easier to go with if u get my point
like one of my oldest works is Bumblebee (u can find it as the first series in my masterlist pinned on my profile) and it being my first fic basically screams inexperience. like if we compare it with one of my more recent work like Horny For My Bestie, theyre the whole world's width apart it's actually crazy 😭😭😭 and even though i absolutely despise Bumblebee (because lets be honest it's literally so unorganized and all over the place) people still ask me about updates to this day, with the last chapter having been out september of last year hahahahaha
so yeah thats about it for my writing style, which you complimented alot lolol thank u so much girl it means so much 🫶💕 and im still working on it so its good to know some people enjoy it, as others might find it a little annoying 😅
okay so as to fic recs...
His Girls by @k00sblogger this is one of the best smut fics ive read ngl
To give a helping hand by @oddinary4bts my goddd this is so good 🤌🤌 (also smut)
Seven days to love by @kooktrash lovvveeee
Still don't know my name by @dollfaceksj this is so fucking good i was addicted to it oml
The pink pill by @dollfaceksj
Bang-able by @ahgasegotarmy116 is so good omg
honorable mention @spideyjimin & @vminizzle have such good fics as well honestly
and since i dont really read much im surprised i managed to give u this many recs 😭😭 theyre not much but more than enough in my book lolol
thanks for the supportttt 💕🫶💕🫶💕🫶💕 feel free to share recs with me as well!! would vv much appreciate it!
