pair. barista! jungkook x f. reader | genre. friends with benefits, romance, jealousy, angst | warnings. possessiveness, profanity, pet names, unprotected sex, slight toxic behavior, degradation kink, zenophilia, oral sex, edging, spit kink, exhibitionism, smoking | word count. 4.7k
synopsis. “oh angel, for how fucking adorable you are, you sure don’t use that pretty little brain of yours much,” or jungkook has no limits when it comes to you. you’re his, he’s gonna get it through your head, eventually.
You dared bring another fucking guy in his work place.
Was it deliberate? God knows you love your little fucking mind games, especially if Jungkook’s on the receiving end. Oh, he was beyond furious. He had half a mind to spit in the fuckers coffee and smugly watch as he drinks that shit, completely unaware as he desperately tries to shove his tongue down your throat after that, one date in.
But you’d know. You were always better at reading him, deciphering the different expressions on his face. He ought to bruise your fucking ass for this, spank you till you’re dripping wet for him, and then shove his cock in your mouth, facefuck you until your stupid hole is sore, and your cunt is clenching for no one but him.
What a pathetic loser. What the fuck did you see in this clown?
“Dude, you’re shaking. You okay?” Jimin nudges him with his elbow, raising a questioning eyebrow, black hair falling in his curious eyes.
Jungkook shakes his head, and removes his apron angrily, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and phone with him. He knows he’s being unreasonable; you’re single, and beautiful, God so fucking beautiful it physically hurts him, and he’s just the lucky guy that gets to fuck you whenever you’re up for it, nothing more, nothing less. A supporting character. Fuck, he knows. But his feelings are for him, they’re private, and right now they’re out of fucking control.
The urge to punch your date in the throat is driving him up a wall. He needs to get the fuck away from here—away from you and your innocent, ignorant ways. Deep breaths, deep fucking breaths Jeon, she hasn’t fucked him yet, and don’t you dare picture that, don’t be a fucking dick, walk away, walk away now.
“I’m going on break,” he announces, but he’s already on the other side of the counter, going for the door, hands busy with the lighter you gifted him on his birthday.
You’ve said your hello’s, you exchanged the necessary, polite words you do every time you see each other in public so there’s nothing else to say. He doesn’t look at you as he passes by, can’t bear to. There’s nothing else you could possibly want with him, not unless it’s after hours, behind closed bedroom doors. Or bathroom ones—or rooftops, staircases, couches, balconies, the beach that one time, his car, the steering wheel digging into your lower back, just last week—no.
Not fucking going there.
Sitting on the ledge right outside the shop, he puts the cig in his mouth, bringing that silver lighter close to it, lighting the edge of it. Taking an inhale of the stick between his fingers, he feels the harmful calm it produces overtake him for the first time that day. He needed nicotine like he needed your pussy pressed against his face, especially since you walked in with that lame looking motherfucker after you told him you’d call.
You never did.
Jungkook doesn’t want to be this way; he never used to curse this much, smoke this much, not before he met you. You’ve tested him in every possible way a man can be tested, have haunted his every waking thought, have wrapped him around your pretty fucking finger and are twirling him around in a never ending, whiplash inducing dance out of which there’s no escape. He’d do anything for you, be anything for you, god he already has, but you couldn’t care less. There was no love in you for him—not the kind he has for you.
Trust him, he wishes he could cut all ties with you, forget you. Stop loving you so goddamn much. But there’s no button for that, no way he can get out of his own body, discard his heart.
Goddamn him, his fucking dick is hard just with the proximity of you. Knowing you were near, having smelled your perfume earlier, the sweetness of your scent mixed with vanilla and something floral, something he’s only smelled on you, and that cursed mini skirt, fuck him, with those legs of yours… legs he’s had wrapped around his torso, over his shoulders, legs he’s kissed a thousand times over, has run his hands over, has worshipped.
No, you couldn’t do this to him. This is the last time you fuck him over, the last time he lets you—he’s going to put you in your fucking place, he decides. He’s going to have to show you who’s been there for you, who fucks you dumb, senseless—who’s cock you’ve been screaming for over and over again, who’s cum you’re craving down your throat almost every night.
Who you belong to. Because fuck anyone that dares so much as think they can have you. You’re his. He just has to get it through that thick head of yours, once and for all. Before he goes fucking insane.
Finishing his smoke, he ties his hair back and away from his face, getting off your Instagram page at once. Look at him, obsessing over your whereabouts, the tags on your pictures, who you’re with when he’s not with you. In you. Fucking ridiculous.
He goes to your last text conversation, a curt message from you two days ago at three in the morning. His eyes skim over it, reading it in your drunk voice, that delicious slur of your tongue, the way you must’ve slowly blinked at his texting you so late in the night. He wants you to think of him always, all goddamn day. As much as he does.
He wants you as obsessed as him.
[03:21am] just came home.
[03:22am] it’s late (y/n). go to sleep.
He decides to text you, then. Make sure you know he’s not going to let this go, that you’re taking it too far coming there, dressed like that, and with another man when his seed is still inside of you.
[19:07pm] is this my replacement? disappointed in you sweetheart.
If Jungkook’s good at anything—he knows how to get a good rise out of you. All that’s left is to sit patiently and wait. You’ll come to him, eventually. You always do.
A half an hour later, you’re standing in front of him, manicured nails digging into your crossed arms in barely contained anger.
He wipes his hands with a rug, giving Jimin the drinks he’d just made, completely ignoring your thunderous glaring. He feels those eyes pierce through his soul, though. How can he not—he’s never been very good at pretending, and God knows you demand all of his attention.
“Replacement? Really, Jungkook?”
Jimin looks between the two of you, sensing the tension. He’s always suspected there’s something going on, but that just confirmed it. Failing to hide his smirk, he balances the tray in one palm and fucks off to the last remaining table for the day.
“Am I wrong?” Jungkook stares at your mouth, the dark stain of your lips, the curve of your jaw, those ample cheeks of yours—you’ve such a cute fuckable face, it’s one of his worst weaknesses.
He can never stay mad at you for long.
“You are.”
“My apologies, angel.”
The sarcasm doesn’t escape you.
You sigh, leaning against the counter, extending both hands towards him. He blinks at them, his own morphing into fists at his sides. He wouldn’t cave in, not this time. You needed to be taught a lesson. You needed to stop refusing him, treating him like second choice.
“Can we talk about this later?” You say in that velvet voice of yours, the one that never fails to hypnotize him into submission. “He’s waiting for me outside.”
Jungkook let’s out a dry laugh, nodding his head bitterly at your words. There’s no magic behind them today, no spell. “We wouldn’t want him to wait,” he deadpans.
“Jungkook.”
“(Y/N).”
You huff, and remove yourself from the bar completely. His body instinctively moves closer, but his mind is set. A terrible fucking jealousy is eating him alive, setting him aflame.
“You’re acting childish.”
“Sweetheart, I’m not the one two-timing people,” he retorts as calmly as possible, wanting to hurt you a little. Nothing like how you’ve hurt him. “Does he know how filthy you like getting fucked? How there’s another man that knows his way around your body like the palm of his fucking hand?”
You step back, face betraying guilt. “Stop it.”
He shrugs, and winks at you, proud of himself. “It’s the truth, angel. Don’t bring him into this if you don’t want him getting hurt.”
“You’re such an asshole, Jeon Jungkook,” you snapped, eyes glittering with tears. Jungkook looked away at once, his jaw clenching in annoyance.
Are you really taking that fuckers side? How long have you known him? Maybe a fucking week, if he had to guess. Jungkook has had you for years.
“Don’t ruin this for me,” you demanded, stomping your foot like a little kid.
Jimin had returned to his post next to his friend, and was witnessing your amusing temper tantrum. He also noticed the younger man’s struggle, the effort it took to stay put in that place of his.
“Ruin?” He mused over the word out loud, then laughed wholeheartedly, with his entire chest. It was an empty sound, a patronizing thing. “If you want to go with him, be my fucking guest baby girl. But if you do,” he warns, forearm resting on the wood in front of him. “you better forget about me. I’m not fucking sharing you.”
You stood hurt, a sour expression curving those perfect lips downwards, weighing your options. This was the moment Jungkook would finally see if you truly thought anything of him, if he mattered enough for you. Or at least if he was more important than a random guy you picked off a club. And God he hoped, for your sake, you picked him. Otherwise he would not be responsible for the Hell he’d give you afterwards.
Who he’d become if you dropped him. He’s scared of himself.
“What’s it going to be?” He presses, pinning you in place with those dark orbs. “Don’t make me become someone I don’t want to be, honey. You and I both know you’ll regret it.”
“Fuck you.”
Jungkook smiles at you, all charm and danger. “It’d be my pleasure.”
When you sulkily sit on the bar stool, and start typing on your phone, your decision sets in him. You chose him. His chest swells, his cock straining against his pants. He’d take you right then and there if he could; lift you on top of the counter, and fuck into you until all you know is his name, until all other men pale in comparison to him. What he does instead—he pulls your face in for a bruising kiss, his big hand cupping your jaw tightly, his tongue forcing your lips open.
“Get a room, Jesus,” he hears Jimin mutter, but he could give less of a fuck. He’s waited way too long for this. Let them watch, I know how to put on a fucking show.
You melt under his touch, letting him consume you. He growls low, and bites down on your bottom lip. You moan, and everything blurs—you’re alone. He craves nothing but you, needs to have you before insanity renders him incapable of fucking you properly.
“I’m getting off early,” he hesitantly pulls back and slaps Jimin’s chest, apron coming off in a blink of an eye.
“Sure, yeah, cause you can do that,” his friend sarcastically replies, but lets him go anyway.
“Don’t be too mad at him,” you add, smiling sweetly. Jimin smiles back, can’t help it. Jungkook glares, messenger bag over his shoulder, and jumps over the wooden top in one swift move.
“Stop fucking staring, Park,” he wraps an arm around your waist protectively, and takes you away. “I’m off!”
You barely made it to the car, before Jungkook turned you around, locking you between the passenger door and his muscled chest. His knee pushed between your legs, your hands on his sides squeezing the skin there. His head dipped to your ear, voice soothing you open, receptive. When his fingers disappeared beneath your skirt, a gasp tore through your throat, goosebumps rising on your skin.
You wanted him too, your pussy told him so. Your panties were all creamed up, thighs begging to be rubbed together to provide any sort of friction. He gave it to you, the pad of his thumb rubbing over your clit. You were throbbing—fuck how much he loved this.
“Tell me baby girl, were you going to keep him around for me to watch while you get fucked? You know you only have to ask,” he whispered, teasing you with those long fucking fingers of his.
In plain sight, for everyone to see. Christ.
“Like Hell you would,” you retort, breathless. “You’re a selfish man, Jungkook.”
He smirks at that, clicks his tongue against his teeth, and chuckles darkly. “You’re right on that,” he pulls you on him and rubs his erection against your clothed cunt. “Can’t let no one touch what is mine.”
“I’m not yours.” A weak remark, as your hips moved with his. He ignored it entirely.
He saw your naked neck, the way you swallowed, and attacked the sensitive skin there, grazing it with his teeth, sucking harshly on it. You hissed at the sensation, yet wanted more. What a contradiction of a woman, Jungkook thought, pulling me in but pushing me away. Unfortunately, for what he was planning on doing to you, he couldn’t be seen.
“Oh, but you are,” he whispers against your cheek, cuffing both of your wrists in one hand behind your back, slowly opening the car door for you to get in. “Oh angel, for how fucking adorable you are, you sure don’t use that pretty little brain of yours much.”
He lowered his head to be on eye level with you. He couldn’t possibly make it any clearer, not unless he bought a ring and put some babies in you.
“I own you.”
Your eyes told him so. The musk on his fingers guaranteed it. He smacked the door shut, licking your juices clean off. You tasted like fucking paradise.
He’d fucking destroy you.
Jungkook loved your neck, how easily it could turn purple, how perfect his hand fit around it, almost like it was made for him. He wouldn’t doubt it for a fucking second—the rest of you molded all over him, every nook and cranny.
Lifting you up the kitchen table, he felt like taking you raw, just like that; pushing your skirt up and burying himself in your folds. His thumb hooked between your lips, pressed down to open your mouth, your gaze following his movements closely. Pudding in his hands, to do whatever he pleased. Every time.
“Look at my little slut,” he admired, pushing his thumb in his second favorite hole of yours. “Suck, baby, show me what that mouth does best.” You did, your tongue swiping all around, over and under, wetting and sucking dry, repeating again and again, until Jungkook was satisfied.
He never was. If he could, he’d fucking snort you up, have you run through his bloodstream for the rest of time. His perfect fucking girl, the one that refuses to give into him, the one that drives him mad.
“Are you thinking about him?” He asks you, the same jealousy nibbling at him. It never left—it never leaves. “How his fingers taste, how they’d curl inside that cunt of yours? It’s fucking morphine, did you know, sweetheart? Why do you think you got me on my knees for you?”
He removes his digit, and decides playtime is over. He’s been lenient enough. You notice exactly when the change takes place, when his eyes darken, and your breathing quickens, fear replacing exhilaration. This was the cruel man that could make you come just with his filthy words. As much as you fucking loved it, he was ruthless—absolutely brutal.
“No,” you mumble, shaking your head. “No, Kook, no, I never—”
Not your coffee boy, but the one that uses a belt to teach you lessons. The one that always knows just how far you’re willing to go.
“Shut the fuck up. You knew what you were doing.”
Jungkook spits in your open mouth, squeezing your throat submissive. You struggle to breathe, but you take it, tightening your thighs around his hips in shameful arousal. He watches you swallow, tongue coming out to show him, just as he likes. He rewards you with a suffocating kiss, before he does it again.
“I bet you wondered how his dick would feel against those velvet fucking walls of yours,” he continued his verbal torture, his other hand pushing your panties to the side, feeling your slick, lapping it with his index, before shoving three fingers inside you at once. You hissed, nails digging holes on his shoulders.
“Yeah?” He fucks you with his entire hand, palm rubbing against your clit. You can’t think of nothing else but getting filled to the brim. “Your mouth works doesn’t it, honey?”
“No one’s fucked me but you in two years,” you confess in a haze, looking at him through your eyelids. Silver shone on his lip and eyebrow under the hidden lighting of his apartment. A shadow draped in gold.
You saw the movement of his jaw, the way his mouth became a thin line. He obviously enjoyed hearing that. But was it enough? Fuck no.
“But they’ve touched you,” he bitterly concludes. “They’ve tasted my pussy, my lips… haven’t they?” He sounded so miserable, so resentful. Your heart ached for him.
You loved this man, but he would never believe you, and you can’t blame him. You loved him in a different way, the only way you knew how. And he did the same. You met and crashed like waves. Your silence was answer enough.
The next moment struck like lightning. All you felt was pain, as he pushed you down on your elbows and ripped your panties off you in one movement. You weren’t even able to scream, the action barely registering in your brain.
“Unbutton my shirt,” he instructed you, no part of him touching you whatsoever. A shudder rippled through you, and down to your unclothed pussy. You scrambled to do as told, afraid of the consequences, hands shaking.
Jungkook groaned impatiently. “Stupid fucking whore, can’t even do something as simple as this,” he snarled at your face, every ounce of affection gone. “D’you need help, sweetheart? Perhaps a manual? None of this is helping your case, you know.”
“I’m—I’m sorry, please,” you whimper, hurrying to undo the stubborn buttons.
He cocked an eyebrow, gaze vicious. Hateful. Something kicked inside of you, a horrifying feeling—you were losing him. He was going to leave you after this. All he’s ever wanted, all you very much were aware of that he craved most—to have you all to himself, to call you his. You never gave it to him, always held back, and for what you’ve no idea. But this, having your body, pleasuring the both of you, it was the one thing if not the only part he had, the one thing he could do, he was allowed.
“Please,” he repeated, the word seemingly unfamiliar to him. “Please, what? Are you sorry at all, baby girl? Do you want me to go easy on you?”
You shake your head again, pushing the shirt off him, bulky muscle now exposed, the chiseled chest you so loved running your tongue over, and the V disappearing beneath his boxers, inviting, nearly a threat.
“Fuck me,” you pleaded, reaching a hand out to touch him, his most private part. “Please. I know I’ve hurt you, I’m sorry, please set me straight, fuck it out of me, I want only you, I promise, only you.”
“Lies,” he shouts, and lunges at you, pinning you down by your waist, skirt pulled roughly from your body. You’re met with the ceiling, but won’t dare move, won’t make a sound unless he tells you to. It’s a thin fucking line you’re walking on, one you haven’t experienced a whole lot.
You hear a shuffling of sorts, before a thud and then you feel it—his hot breath on your cold folds. Those veiny hands on your hips again, before he devours you. The vibration of his growling sends you into a frenzy, and you clench around nothing. Your clit between his sinful lips he sucks painfully at first, wanting to hurt you, but gently afterwards, after your cries settle and you’ve accepted your fate.
You’re at his mercy, and you better behave.
“Used fucking pussy,” he spits on it, fingers working together with his mouth to get you ready for his bulging cock. “What am I supposed to do with a second hand slut like you, huh? Begging to be filled with dick, dripping over my kitchen table…” he tsk’s, tongue flat against your wetness. “You don’t fucking need me, right, I’m just another naive guy wrapped around your goddamn finger, you could have me replaced at any time.”
“That’s not true!” you cry out immediately, hand getting lost in his thick brown locks. “Fuck!” A slap cuts the air—on your pussy. And he does it again, smacks the sensitive area until it’s red and throbbing and licking all over his chin.
“Quiet,” he snaps. “I can make it hurt like never before, honey, don’t fucking test me.”
You’re certain you’re losing your mind by that point, the ache between your legs overwhelming everything else, the thought of needing his cock like you need oxygen the only reasonable solution to making the pain go away. You’re coming before you know it, and Jungkook is a starving man, he licks it all up, licks you dry, marveling at the way your body responds to him, always has.
If only your heart would do the same. If only there was something he could do to make it beat only for him, as his does for you.
“No one will make you come like I do, sweetheart, God my fucking witness. No one knows their way around this pussy like I do, no one will fucking take the time.”
You go to sit up, pull him into you, needing comfort, needing your friend back, the one that made you feel good because you asked, not the half mad one, the obsession, the misshapen thing—for once you need his warm love, the one he’s been talking about, the one hiding behind the heartbreak. You don’t care how awful that is, how selfish you sound.
His palm presses down on your stomach as he towers over you, taking all light with him, flushed cock standing proudly between you, inches away from where you need it most. If he would just move closer, if perhaps you could wiggle further down the table…
“Do not fucking move, angel,” he warns, kissing your sobs silent. With a flick of his wrist, your breasts are in full view, his fingers pinching the erect nipples, calloused palms slapping the plump skin, abusing it.
Every touch vibrates directly in your cunt. You’ve become a blubbering mess, needing nothing but that long stick between his legs. A whore, as he said, a whore with no other purpose than taking dick, his dick, only his, because he’s the only one you want, the only one you need, the only one touching you like this, pushing your limits, driving you over the edge—
“Look at you, my beautiful mess,” he kisses your lips again and again, yet refuses to touch your core. Endless torture, when will it end, when will it end! “Do you understand now? This is what it feels having you under me every night, yet not having you at all,” he shushes your gut wrenching cries, removes your hands from your face, forces you to look at him. “My baby, my love…” he coo’s tenderly, caressing all the way down your body, before his arms hook under your thighs.
He positions you just at the edge of the round table, and quickly leans to lap at your cunt one last time. Christ, fucking Heaven in a woman; it’s alright sweetheart, it’s over, shhh, no more crying, I got you where I want you, I’ll take care of you now, no more crying, fuck if you could see yourself right now, so goddamn hot, a fucking vision just for me, just for your man, you perfect angel, you perfect fucking thing, all for me, all this for me—
You couldn’t describe the tidal wave of relief that washed over you as soon as he buried himself inside you. Both hands on your waist, he slammed you down onto his rock hard cock, his pace fast, relentless, absolutely everything you could’ve ever asked for.
“Harder, fuck, fucking kill me! Don’t stop, please, please, please, please…” incoherent thoughts jumbled together in a string of words, yet Jungkook understood perfectly.
Of course he did.
“Fucking slut…only way you deserve to be fucked…I’m gonna flip this cunt inside out, sweetheart, so no one will be able to screw you. You’re taking my cock so well, baby girl, fuck I want to tear you apart, I want to write my name in this pussy, mark it,” he growled in your ear, manhandling you like a goddamn lifeless doll, pistoling into you with incredible force, so much so you’d think he’d bruise you from the inside, but you couldn’t stop begging him to do so, all of it feeling oh so fucking good.
You want me to mark you, don’t you, you want me drilling into you all fucking day, I know you do, you insatiable goddamn pain in the ass, let me hear you, scream for me, baby, let me know who’s fucking you—say my name, he tightens his grip on your throat, his eyes insane with lust.
“Say my fucking name.”
“Jungkook,” you moan into his hair, nails scratching down his back.
“That’s right, baby. Again.”
“Jungkook!”
I fucking love you, sweetheart, I don’t give a fuck if you never love me back, just give me this pussy, let me drown in it, let me get lost and hide forever in your folds, yeah baby? Come for me now, cream on my dick sweet thing, c’mon, one two three—you scream at the top of your lungs, holding onto him for fear life as your body convulses violently, his own release spurting in thick white strips on your stomach as he barely manages to pull out, and everything goes black. He keeps you on him until you calm down, his pace slow and steady, fucking you both back down to reality.
Your breathing is incredibly labored, hair sticking on your forehead. You look so fucking beautiful to him, the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. His pretty girl. He kisses your forehead overtaken by the strange feeling in his chest.
“God—I love you, you know?” You mumble against his chin, suddenly very shy.
Jungkook stills, his entire world pausing its spinning. “What did you just say?”
You try to cover your face, but to no avail. He’s much stronger than you, much more determined to look into those eyes that could never lie to him. You could make him the happiest man on earth or send him down to the darkest pits of Hell with just three words.
“I love you,” you repeat hesitantly, looking up at him. His expression crumbles. “I know it doesn’t mean anything, that I’m late and you probably want nothing more to do with me after this, but—”
His palm slams your mouth shut. Your eyes widen in surprise.
Jungkook then, still inside you, looks at you with the fondest look on his face, his body weight pressing down on you in the most delicious way.
“You’ve no idea what the fuck you’re saying right now, sweetheart, so I’ll forgive you,” he blinks, bewildered, in disbelief. “I never said I’m leaving you. It’s never crossed my mind.”
You furrow your eyebrows, but your words are muffled. He seems to comprehend perfectly well, anyway.
“You could kill me if you wanted, and I’d willingly die by your hand, (Y/N). Have you any idea what it means to love you?”
When he kisses you again, you think you can begin to understand.
When you signed up to model your cleavage for a jewelry commercial, no one bothered to tell you it wasn’t gonna be a solo shoot. It’s unfair being blindsided and you want to protest, but A-list model and flirt extraordinaire Park Jimin’s steel-cut abs have you kinda tongue-tied. And then you get kinda too busy thinking of other ways in which you’d like him to shut you up.
pairing: jimin x reader
rating: m (18+)
genre: smut | humor | pwp | a-list model!jimin | freelance model!reader
warnings: swearing + lustful musings + explicit daydreams + reader is boobacious + reader is also a horny bitch + explicit sexual situations (dom!jimin, sub!reader, body worship, sweat kink, dirty talk, degradation, strength kink, praise kink, oral (m&f), throat fucking, vaginal fingering, clit biting, semi-public sex, hints of exhibitionism, humiliation, begging, rough sex, penetrative sex, cum play, breast play, jimin loves her tiddies and she loves his tiddies, Big Dick Jimin™ bec he’s literally canon, orgasm denial, overstimulation, restraints, biting, marking, a lot of licking ugh) + i am slightly ashamed of myself for going so feral, but very very slightly :|
word count: 8 k
note: hi, guys. welcome to filth on crack. no fr, if i were to put smack (smutty crack) in a dictionary, i would define it with this fic. idk what chemical exploded in my head. but i am very sorry for what you’re about to witness. believe it or not, this didn't happen solely due to the pictures, tho. @missgeniality bullied me into writing this, sending me pictures and filthy scenarios, to the point where i cried and sat down to do this. any yells and/or notes of gratitude to be sent to her, please. oh and @jeonjcngkook shall also shoulder partial blame for spamming me with different zoomed in angles and versions of the pictures without break. smh. ily both <3
hope y'all enjoy this while i go dunk myself into some holy water~ 😩💜
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“I wasn’t told there was a… male model in attendance as well?”
The Director rolls his eyes at your words – rolls his fucking eyes as if him turning your solo shoot into a couple one should not make you ask questions. You never should’ve let Hoseok’s meddlesome ass rope you into this. You don’t have an agency for a reason, you need to stop letting your model friends affect the projects you sign. What's the point of managing your contracts yourself if you’re gonna be an idiot about them? Ugh.
All this heavy, clunky jewelry on your nearly naked body—well, you have a white, crochet bikini on, but it feels close to nothing due its plunging v-neck and the tie-up thong—and now you won’t even be the center of all attention.
What is the fucking point?
“It’s a last minute addition because the company thinks this chain will look better on a male torso.” The Director flashes all his teeth at you, but you fail to make out any humor in this situation. “Besides, the male model is kind of an A-lister.”
Wow, even better. They signed freaking Sean O’Pry or the likes and now you’re gonna be used as a prop, probably made to lay over the dude’s body like a snake or something while you awkwardly make bedroom eyes at him and he looks off to the side and awkwardly avoids touching you inappropriately. Great. Just great. You swear the moment you talk to Hoseok again, you will—
Hold on a fucking minute.
Who the hell is that?
Your jaw slowly unhinges, falling wide and wider as a guy steps into your view, talking to the annoying Director you were contemplating punches a few minutes back.
Oh, he’s not a guy, for fuck’s sake. This is Park Jimin – face of more brands than you can count on both your hands. With a jawline sharper than a knife, pouty lips, half-lidded eyes and a solidly built body that he must be living in the gym to maintain, he is the most sought after model of today. If a brand needs some delicious display of naked male chest or abs or thighs? Park Jimin’s their guy. No, for real, man takes off his shirt at the drop of a hat. Pants too, for that matter.
Not that you’re complaining, though, no, far from it. He looks like a whole snack in that floral printed jacket that he’s got on without anything underneath. His abs are so defined, you can literally count all six of them across the twenty feet’s distance between you two, and his dusky pectoral muscles bulge tantalizingly.
Wow.
A five-course meal is shooting this commercial with you.
Now you want to be used as a prop and lay across his body like a snake and make bedroom eyes at him and, fuck, you hope he touches you inappropriately. Which you probably won’t have to hope too hard for, given how he’s always in the news for sleeping with everyone he works with. Damn, you need to send Hoseok a gift basket after this.
Fuck, he’s looking your way.
Short, slicked back hair bares the entirety of his forehead for your viewing pleasure, and the strong line of his brows immediately has your breath hitching. He isn’t just beautiful or sexy, Park Jimin is handsome. And ripped. Fuck, he’s really bulging with muscles with every step he takes; your strength kink is quaking. You are staring but your gaze is also jumping around his entire body because you really don’t know where to look – there’s so much to take in between the clenching planes of his abdomen, the heaving pair of his pectorals, the thick pads of his shoulders and those thighs that seem to want to tear through his pants.
There is jewelry on him, identical to yours with regards to its make. But contrary to the single thick chain that’s adorning your cleavage, he’s got two shorter, choker-like necklaces as well, sitting prettily on his sharp collarbones. He’s also wearing earrings, which you didn’t have to because they were covering your ears with hair.
You’re so lost in sharpening your focus, that you barely even realize he is nearing you. Plump lips thin out around a straight line of teeth and hooded eyes squint in humor.
His smirk is devastating. You’re down bad, you’re down fucking bad.
How to ask him to fuck your throat without offending him? You don’t really care because you’re about to be very crude about it. You might get thrown off the set and kicked out of the project, but you’re willing to risk it all by going tongue-emoji eggplant-emoji on him. Shit, is he emanating pheromones? Are y’all werewolves? What is going on, why do you keep getting this urge to climb him up and rub your body all over his? You…are in love with this man. That’s the only logical explanation. Or maybe it’s your pussy that’s in love with him, but because she pretty much represents you right now, it is nothing but undying love you feel flowing from you to him.
“Hey—”
“My pussy’s in love with you.”
Jimin’s eyebrows lift up high and higher until they reach a point where they’d be off his forehead if he was a cartoon character.
And you get it. That was too direct. And too soon. You could’ve at least waited for the dude to finish his damn greeting.
“Uh…” His eyelids flutter rapidly over rounded eyes, and fuck, how does he look adorable on top of being sex-on-legs? Quickly looking around the two of you, he sidles a few inches closer and lowers his stunned – and stunning – face to your eye-level. “Come again?”
Oh, you will. You surely will come again but you need to come for the first time before that. And you need to introduce yourself to him like a normal human before that.
“I mean, hello, Jimin. It is nice to meet you.” You try to put on a smile as you give him your name. Your eyes glide down his throat to land on his pecs again. A wistful sigh makes it past your lips. “You’ve got nice tiddies.”
And this is when Jimin finally snaps out of his reverie to cough out a bewildered laugh. Soon after, his face is morphing back into the panty-melting smirk you saw him wear earlier and he’s laughing with his whole body, allowing his shoulders to jump and head to shake.
His laughter is kinda cute.
You still wanna climb him, though.
“Hello, sweetheart,” he finally says to you, his words more of a wondrous exhale than actual speech. “Thank you for the compliment. Although they’re more than just nice, won’t you say?”
Your back meeting a cold metal has you hissing, and you blink in surprise at the realization of how easily he walked you back towards his trailer without you realizing. His tiddies distracted you.
“True.” You nod, tilting your chin up to fight back a shiver when your bare back meets icy cold metal once again. “They’re sort of amazing.”
Jimin’s grin turns filthy, gaze wholly unabashed as it scans your own chest. You know your nipples are pebbled because you can feel goosebumps running across your entire body. He lifts a ringed hand and very carefully places the tip of his index finger in the hollow of your neck. Dark gaze catches yours again as the digit begins a fiery journey down your sternum, running past the chain resting there, and easily fitting between the tight cleavage of your half naked boobs.
A deep gasp leaves your chest, body arching to invite further invasion from him. And he complies, bringing his thumb up to softly rub it over the skin of your exposed boob, between the edge of the scrap of crochet that’s holding it in place, and the metallic jewelry advertised over it.
"Yours, too," he mumbles suddenly, eyes glued to the tip of your breast protruding against the thick fabric of the bra.
For a second, you're lost. Because how are you supposed to keep track of your conversation when the entire set around you has faded away and all you can see, breathe and feel is Park Jimin?
But then it suddenly registers that you'd complimented his…well, tiddies, which means that he's now complimenting yours. Oh, wow. Is this supposed to flatter you? Turn you on? Or make you wanna laugh? Somehow, it's doing all three.
Coughing through a snort, you bite down on your bottom lip and shake your head. “Just amazing? I expected a higher praise.”
“Oh yeah?” Jimin's gaze comes flying up to clash with yours, mirth swimming in his brown eyes. “But I haven’t seen them naked like you did mine. This is the best you get on these unfair grounds, baby.”
Fuck, fuck, you don’t breathe for a whole lot of seconds after that.
Wide-eyed, you trace the way Jimin’s tongue peeks out of his mouth to scrape against his bottom lip. It’s wet and soft and so red, you wanna taste it. Breathless and delirious, you’re tilting your head and inching towards him when – his other hand comes up to cup one of your tits, placed firmly against the globe in such a way that his thumb makes an easy swipe of your hard nipple.
“Ah!”
His lips quirk up at your gasp and he erases a few more inches of distance between you two, this time nearly molding your soft curves against his solid planes.
“I would very much like to, though,” he murmurs so close to your lips, you can almost taste his breath. It is chocolate flavored. “If you’d allow it?”
As if his smirk wasn’t fucking distracting in itself, his thumb’s relentless back anf forth motions over your nipple is wiping all thoughts out of your head. Oh, God. This guy is sexually hypnotising you. Next thing anyone knows, you’ll be on your knees, ready to suck him off in public.
In…public.
Public!
Snapping out of the daze Jimin put you in, you peek around his broad body. To your relief, everyone is still running around like headless chickens and no one is so much as looking in the direction of the two of you.
Still. You might be horny enough to let go of a shoot in favor of bomb sex with the sexiest guy you’ve ever seen. But you’re not horny enough to be sex-taped by an entire studio full of people.
“Not here, of course,” he reassures you in the same low, husky voice he’s been using all this time.
Either he read the horror on your face, or he can read minds. Maybe you’re right about Jimin’s hypnotic abilities. Wow, is this why people keep falling into his bed left and right? Ooh, or maybe he just has a strong dick game. Well. You can’t wait to find out.
“I…” You clear your throat, suddenly a bit conscious about both his hands using your boobs as stress balls out in the open where anyone can see you. You’re still destroying your bikini bottoms with warm arousal, but your brain is slowly catching up on how crazy your life will get if you made an accidental soft porn sex tape with Park Jimin in the middle of a shoot. “I’ll meet you…here? After the shoot?”
Jimin looks at you with amusement infused incredulity. “After the…” He sighs, shaking his head with a fond smile. His hands come up to cup your cheeks. “Sweetheart. There’s no afters in my life. I’m offering you my dick now – as a one time offer. It’s not a bookmark now and read later scheme, okay? So either you say yes, we slip into my trailer and I see how much your pussy actually loves me. Or you say no, we finish the shoot and forget this interaction ever happened.” He removes his hands from your face and crosses them across his beefy body, while one of his eyebrows shoots up in question. “Which will it be?”
Your jaw is currently on the floor. This guy is dangerous. He literally propositions sex as if he’s making a business deal!
You want him.
Instead of saying it, you try to show it – grabbing the lapels of his jacket and allowing a smirk to curl upon your lips. “Yes.”
His eyes sparkle with excitement and dark promises and teeth dig into his bottom lip. “Jeremy!” he suddenly calls for your Director, and for a moment you fear he trapped you into a seductive conversation to have you kicked off set on grounds of sexual harrassment, until – he continues with a, “Take a break, my dude! I’ll be back in a while!”
Some shuffling, rustling and grumbling echoes around you. Jimin never breaks eye-contact even as he punches the code to unlock his trailer right next to your head. His gaze is so fucking intense, he makes you wetter just by looking at you.
“R–right, Mister Park! Do… do we arrange for… spares?” comes a scream back in your direction.
“You know it, Jer.” Jimin grins and you frown in confusion.
“Spares?”
“Our outfits.”
Oh. Oh. Park Jimin really is an A-lister, huh?
You don’t get to think much on it when he unlocks and pulls the door to his trailer open and guides you in, walking you backwards up the stairs while he locks you two in. A gust of air-conditioned air washes over you when you reach the floor, sending a shiver through your entire body. But because Jimin hasn’t stopped walking, you move further until the backs of your legs knock against what feels like a chair. Knees buckling, you fall into a cushy chair and thickly swallow at the daunting sight of Jimin standing over you. You’re almost at the level of his crotch. Perfect.
But before you can even get your hands to move from their clutching of the armrest, Jimin drops to his knees and lines his face up with your boobs. Oh. Yeah, this works too. This is what he was focussed on, anyways.
“May I?” you teasingly question, looping a thumb beneath one of the straps at your shoulder.
Jimin looks at you in faux disappointment. “That color looks amazing against your skin, sweetheart. Feels like a crime to take it off.”
You blink in confusion because, um. What else are you supposed to be doing, then?
The man before you answers your unasked question with his own hands, reaching towards the cups of your bikini top to pinch the edge of each between an index finger and thumb, and pulling the cloth away from your skin.
His eyes look into yours. “This okay?”
You’re about to splinter the wood of the fucking armrest with how much sexual tension has accumulated in your body because of his ass, and he has the audacity to still ask? Like. He’s obviously asking for your consent and it is sexy as fuck. But it’s also inconvenient as fuck because he isn’t hurrying up the way you need him to!
Nodding as quickly and rapidly as you can manage, you exhale a breathy ‘yes’ along with it, just in case he’s one of those guys who are anal about “verbal consent.” You quite possibly are an embarrassment to feminists and healthy sex advocates that keep preaching “communication during sex with your partner” and all that jazz, but – you’re a very basic bitch, right now. Tongue-emoji eggplant-emoji.
Why’s he being so artistic about it?
“Good.”
And then finally, finally, the crochet is tugged away from your breasts and your twin globes spring free, literally tumbling into Jimin’s face as he eagerly leans closer. His nose presses against one of your hardened nipples, and you watch the brown in his irises bleed into black within a moment.
Both his palms nearly scramble to lift the weight of your tits in them, fingers squeezing into the soft flesh, the intensity of which increases the louder you moan. The pads of his thumbs flick at your nipples a couple of times, until your back arches and head is tossed back. That is when Jimin releases one of your boobs to cup the back of your neck and pull your gaze back to his. The tip of his thumb scrapes around your sensitive areola, all the while his fiery gaze stares into your soul.
And then, to run your sanity completely off the track, he lowers his face to the neglected mound and, slowly releasing the back of your neck, brings his other hand to cup the curve of your breast. His dark gaze never leaves yours when his lips make contact with your nipple, but yours leaves his when he envelops the nub into the warmth of his mouth as you clench your eyes shut and cry out.
“Mm hm,” he hums around your flesh and runs his tongue across the hard peak as if he’s licking up ice-cream. “You like it, baby?”
“L–love it, Jimin…”
Humming again, he gets to work, sucking on your boob with all his might. His other hand resumes work at the same time, massaging the other tit while his thumb presses against the nipple and twirls it around in an agonizingly pleasurable motion. His teeth make no delays in joining in on the torture, brushing over your skin slowly, and then when Jimin opens his mouth wider to wrap his tongue around the entirety of your bud, they press into the flesh just above your areola.
“Fuck fuuu~k!”
You can barely formulate any coherent thought at this point, Jimin’s occasional grunts barely registering with you, especially after he changes sides and lets his tongue lap at the other nipple he’d been abusing with his thumb.
“Jim—in,” you whine, twisting up in your place – whether to escape the torturous fire in the pit of your belly or to delve further in it? You have no fucking idea. “Please… please…”
The guy responds by engulfing as much of your boob as he can in his mouth. You scream his name this time, and he responds with a deep grunt, placing both his hands on your waist as if to ground himself. Well, he’s grounding you too, because your head is among fucking clouds.
Sounds of wet, sloppy kisses fill the space around you, making it extremely difficult for you to open your eyes. But this is the opportunity of a lifetime, so you fight against the brain-melting pleasure to pry your eyelids apart – and take in the sight of Park Jimin's mouth working on your breast. His eyes are shut and brows are scrunched up in concentration. The graze of his plump, reddened lips against your skin is the most erotic sight you have ever seen in your entire life.
One of Jimin's hand journeys down past your hip to grip onto your thigh, while the other travels up to wrap around the back of your shoulder. He pulls his mouth off you with a wet plop, giving you barely any time to react to the shivers that his warm breath against your nipple sends through you, before he is smacking open mouthed kisses up your chest, tongue running over your collarbones, until he buries his face in your nape.
Your own hands shakily move from the chair's wood that you've definitely made a dent in, to brush through his hair and glide down his back. He still has his fucking jacket on, which annoys you but also makes you moan against his shoulder because he's gonna be coated in sweat and you'll get to lick it off his body.
"Hold on tight," Jimin suddenly mumbles into your neck.
And just as you've clutched one of your hands in his jacket and wrapped the other around his neck, one of his own folds a leg of yours around his waist and the other pushes against your back to heave you off of the chair. You're barely in the air for three seconds before he presses you against the wall of the trailer, fingers digging into your thigh and nails raking a path up to the ties of your bikini bottom. When he gets there, he slips past it to grab at your ass, though, not once detaching from where he's sucking at the skin of your neck.
"You're so fucking thick," he groans against you before pulling back to stare at you with lidded eyes. "And so fucking soft, baby."
To emphasize, his hand obscenely squeezes at your ass cheek. You jump a little, immediately whining when he chuckles at your reaction. Pulling him closer by the hand you still have around his neck, you press your crotch up against his and grind, making him hiss at the friction.
"And you're so fucking hard," you tell him in the same wonderstruck voice he used, "baby."
Not allowing him much time to react, you spin the two of you around so that he’s the one pressed up against the wall. He looks surprised but you don’t miss the jump in his throat. And now. You lean away and admire Park Jimin in all his sweaty, sexy glory. Droplets run down the line of his slender throat, settling into the hollow above his collarbones. Some escape and hang on like precious gems from his nipples. Others, the quickest of all, race down the ridges of his tight abdomen.
It is your personal mission to collect every single one on your tongue.
Pressing your bare tits up against his damp chest and ignoring the cold from his jewelry, you fuse your lips to his neck, slowly running your tongue down the corded muscles there. Jimin’s hands hold your waist, fingers digging hard every time your teeth meet his skin, in time with the whiny breaths that escape his throat. You take your sweet time lapping up the salty liquid gathered around his collarbones, relishing the flavor of his skin at every inch you cover. The two chains that fall across his clavicle get in your way, and so you shift them away with your lips to press kisses to the skin beneath them quickly, before you move downwards.
Pushing the edges of his jacket away to shove it off of his body, you swipe your tongue across both his nipples, one by one, and then follow the rivulets of sweat down his abs. At one point, you seal your lips over tight muscle and suck like a starved bitch.
“Fuck, baby, love that…”
Oh, does he? You’re gonna bite your way through his abs.
Sitting on your haunches and eventually kneeling between his legs, the smoothest course of action to take from here is focusing on the straining length right in front of your face. One of his hands is braced on your shoulder, while the other rests softly atop your head.
You look up to find his lips parted and chest heaving. Delicious. And then you pull down his pants and then his boxers in quick succession. His dick is thick, long and leaking precum. Fucking delicious.
Wrapping your lips around the angry tip, you don’t need any prompting from Jimin to swallow this gorgeous, curvy length. He meets the back of your throat with ease, massive fucker, and his fingers immediately clench in your hair.
“Like that – just like that!”
You suck on him like your life depends on it, working your mouth up and down his girth, tongue massaging the velvety skin. Jimin tries to help by guiding your head with a hand, but he’s mostly too busy groaning your name in the sexiest of tones you’ve heard him use. The sounds have the pool of arousal in your panties growing at a continuous rate. Your hands take support from his sculpted thighs, and despite the entirety of your brain being driven to worship Jimin’s dick, the firmness of the muscle in his legs still manages to register with you.
Is this guy all muscle on bone? Given the amount of muscles you can see, he’s gotta be really fucking strong. Fuck, you just got wetter.
You go deeper, this time actually swallowing when his head is lodged in your throat, and Jimin breaks into curses.
“I’m gonna—fuck, fuck, I’m gonna fucking come—”
You grant him the littlest of refuge by decreasing the depth of penetration, but your tongue still works on him tirelessly, until you feel the guy trembling against you. That is when you bring one of your hands up to cup his balls, softly massaging the tight sacs.
Biting back whimpers of pleasure that rise up your throat at the desperate mess of broken moans escaping Jimin, you pull a little away and relax your throat to push him into the constricted depth again. And you move your head on him like a maniac, having him fuck your throat because you need it as much as he does. You need him to come like this – you need his thick release flooding your mouth, rolling down your throat. You need to fucking choke on his cum the way you’re choking on his cock. You need to swallow every single drop of it.
Another knead of his balls, and Jimin is hissing your name, his body stiffened but his cock pulsing. And one – two seconds later, spurts shoot out of his length, both his hands on your head to control the force of the jerks he makes against your face.
He doesn’t know you don’t fucking care that your nose is pressed against his pelvis because your throat is busy working the thick load of his release down its channel so that nothing leaks out of your mouth. It’s a difficult feat to achieve given how much he’s spilled, but you’re euphoric cleaning it all up.
So euphoric, in fact, that you don’t really notice when he pulls you up into a standing position and takes your lips in a messy kiss. It’s only when Jimin tangles his tongue with yours with a groan that you realize the fact that the first time you kiss those dreamy lips is with his cum coating your tongue. But if he doesn’t mind, neither do you.
But you do need to catch your breath, so you’re the first to pull away. Jimin looks at you with actual hearts in his eyes. You grin at him.
“Best suck of your life, or what?”
Rolling his eyes, he pushes you onto the bed right behind you. You fall back, spread eagle, and he climbs up your body like a predator. But his eyes hold a distinct look that you can’t place. Is this afterglow? Or was this really the best suck of his life?
“Dude.” You nudge him when he’s straddling your thighs and stroking your stomach with his tongue trapped between his teeth. “Don’t fall in love with me.”
“Too late. My dick’s already in love with you.”
Warmth floods your cheeks, at both the compliment and the callback to the first ever sentence you said to him. It still holds true, though, so you don’t protest, not even when he smirks at you.
Jimin then picks up the chain lying haphazardly across your breasts to press it against one of your nipples. And then wrap it around the nub. When you gasp in pleasure spiked pain, he pulls the jewelry away and gives the nipple a comforting suck. You hold onto his hair with a hand, the other reaching up to clutch the sheets. At the same time, he works on untying your bottoms.
The moment the crochet falls off, Jimin descends your body, pressing hot kisses down your stomach. And then he’s licking a stripe down your clean shaven mound, to slip across your clit.
“Fuck! Jimin!”
“You’re so fucking wet, what the fuck…” He groans aloud, two fingers pulling your pussy lips apart. Your breath catches at the sight of him gazing so obscenely at your wet center. “Such a tiny pussy…and it’s fucking coated with your slick, baby…”
That is the last of his audible words before his lips latch on, tongue gliding past your entrance. Your back arches clean off the bed with that first stroke, rounded lips open on a silent scream.
“You like that?”
“Fucking love it, Jimin…”
He’s chuckling against your thigh, nose nudging at the soft skin, before his mouth is back to your folds, pillowy lips making their way through the slick skin to press a suckling kiss to your clit.
“Oh, right there!”
Jimin flicks his tongue against the nub at your gasp. “Here?”
And he’s totally messing with you now, because before you can respond, his tongue slips past your slit again, satiny soft warmth against your labia that turns into cold stiffness when it’s inside your heated channel. Then he quickly pulls out and plants a light, closed mouth kiss to the hole he just exited.
“Or here?”
A gurgle rises up your chest at the tease, and unintelligible words tumble out of your mouth.
“Ah, what’s that, baby?” he breathes against your wetness, voice loaded with humor.
“Every… everywhere,” you manage to heave out between your tumultuous breathing.
“Fuck,” comes a hiss from him, and a hand tweaks one of your nipples while the other rearranges your body to push you further up on the bed.
Trembles run through your legs when Jimin’s hands brace against the underside of your thighs to push them apart. He delves in with teeth this time, nipping at your turgid bundle of nerves before he pushes his blunt front teeth up against its hood to allow his tongue complete, unobstructed access to wrap around your clit. And you sob, breathless and shaking, your mind a blank slate, at the precipice of exploding with blinding pleasure.
Jimin shifts his focus, then, running his teeth past your clit and making you shriek in surprised pleasure as if it's nothing, and pushes his tongue in you again. This time, he is rough and strong, plunging deep into your heat with that long tongue of his, and licking up your juices from inside of you. The motion sends your mind spiraling through a frenzy, which combined with the rhythmic bumping of his plump upper lip against your clit, has you at the brink of your release in no time.
Whimpering, you reach out to fist a hand in the tuft of his thick hair, and brace the other one on the forearm he has wrapped around your thigh. You blink down at him through crusty, wet eyelashes, moaning loudly at the lewd sight of his head pressed up between your legs. Alerted by your touch and sounds, his eyes flutter up, meeting yours across the span of your body, through the valley of your breasts. They house molten desire, thick and swirly, and all you can do is shudder uncontrollably when that gaze pushes you off the cliff.
“F–f–fuck, I’m coming, I’m—oh fuck!”
The walls of your pussy clamp down on his tongue, convulsing as they push out your juices all over his mouth, while your entire body breaks into gooseflesh, warm spasms wrecking you from head to toe under the weight of the climax that crashes into you.
Jimin licks you clean through it, and by the time you’ve stopped shaking and can recollect your brain which feels as if it has been spilled all over the place, he’s kissing his way up your body. Tongue licking a line across your lower tummy, he sucks a bruise into your waist.
“J–Jimin,” you call for him, weak and desperate, but with no idea about what you want from him.
He responds by biting into the flesh right beneath your belly-button. “I got you, baby…”
Does he? He probably knows what you want.
Slowly crawling up to hover above you on his hands and knees, Jimin entire focus is on the chain that dangles from his neck and drags up your abdomen, the small cold spherical metallic pendant cutting a line of goosebumps across your sternum, to rest snugly in your collarbones. But Jimin isn’t satisfied with that, so he moves himself a couple inches lower, rolling the metal ball down your body and running it up the slope of one of your breasts to rest it next to the bunched up bikini top he's got tucked beneath your boobs.
"Nah, this needs to go," he suddenly muses out loud, grabbing at the fabric along with your chain that’s entwined with it, and pulling them above your boobs, prompting you to raise your arms as he rolls the material away from your head.
Just as the fabric and chain combination touches your wrists, though, he stops. Tilts his head to a side to observe it, squinting at your wrists with a dark gaze, and then he does something that tightens the cloth and metal over your wrists.
Oh. You're – oh. He's tied your hands together. They now rest against the wall above the pillow on his bed, and damn, it shouldn't be as arousing as it is. But the intensity of Jimin's stare when he scans your naked body from top to bottom has your breath catching and mouth drying up.
"Such a beautiful, beautiful body," he slowly whispers, his words condensing in the heated space between you two. One of his hands reaches up to paw at your boob, while the other grabs at the flesh on your hip. "So fucking responsive," he hisses when your nipple hardens within seconds, and swoops down to lick a wet strip across it.
You shiver, proving his words, and blink up at him in anticipation. You must’ve released nothing short of a lake of wetness on his covers at this point, and every little ministration from him is just turning it into a sea.
Removing the hand on your hip to relocate it between your legs, Jimin brushes his finger lightly through your swollen folds. His gaze stays steady on yours, while your eyes roll into the back of your head.
"Look at all these juices this sweet pussy keeps leaking," he sighs, bringing his hand up to show you his glistening digits that you are able to focus on with much difficulty. "Soaking my fingers when I haven't even entered you yet, baby?"
He pops them into his mouth, shutting his eyes to clean them up with a lewd slurp. Then his lids part again, heavier than before, and his fingers return to your center.
"This is the pussy that's in love with me, huh?"
Surprised at the question – more like shocked at the realization that he hasn’t let go of this, yet – you gape at him cluelessly. That is all it takes for his hand to clench in a rough squeeze on your boob in punishment.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. You're going to die if this man doesn’t fuck you soon.
"Y–yes, Jimin," you whimper.
"You were so ready to throw yourself at me outside, baby," he mocks you in a sweet voice, quite opposite to the rough thrust his fingers make inside of you at the same time. "My pretty little slut… Would’ve let me fuck her out there if I wanted… Ready to let me strip and bend her over in public because she was dripping, huh? Such a pretty little slut…”
His fingers smash against your g-spot at a bruising pace, cleansing your mind of all thoughts that don’t comprise the pressure building your abdomen, Jimin’s dark eyes and his clenched jaw.
Tunnel visioned and unilateral minded, you do not catch the context of his next question at all: "Aren’t you?"
Your body jumps with each rough push of his index and middle finger inside of you, and your brain refuses to cooperate.
Jimin’s hand on your boob jostles you, eyebrows furrowing as if in anger, but then he clarifies, "Tell me you're my pretty little slut.”
"I–I–I’m your… your lih–little s–s–s–slut!" you struggle to formulate, brainlessly parroting his words while your eyes seal shut and tears accumulate at the corners.
"Pretty!" he admonishes, reminding you of the word you missed by twisting your nipple.
You jump, whimpering in pain but moaning in pleasure because Jimin’s warm mouth is right there to lick the sting away from the sensitive bud. Roughly swallowing past your dry throat, you frown to focus on the instructions given to you, and try again.
"P–pretty… pretty little slu–slut!"
"Whose pretty little slut?"
Oh that you do know. "Yours! Jimin's!"
"Look at you, fuck.” Jimin groans and you hear some rustling before he’s hovering over you, a hand braced next to your head, his bulging bicep next to your face and his lips skimming up your jaw. “Do you wanna come, baby?”
"Yes! Please, Jimin! Please make me come!”
His nose nudges against yours before his tongue licks at your lower lip. “You want it that bad? What will you do for it?”
You seriously do not have any braincells left to come up with crazy promises, so you settle on, “Anything!”
“Oh? Is that so? You’d do anything to come for me?"
And you’re just nodding, accepting his kisses despite the burn in your lungs, literally risking it all to just have this knot behind your belly-button explode into a mind-blowing release.
“Should I open the doors? Invite the entire set to watch what a filthy whore we have here, hm?”
You have never in your life considered yourself to be an exhibtionist in any capacity, and so his words make your eyes flutter open in confusion. But – what confuses you more, is the sudden clench your pussy gives at the prospect, making both yours and Jimin’s eyes widen. You tug at your restraints when he grins, shaking your head to clarify that you’re not actually a whore, this is probably just an ego thing because being pressed between Park Jimin and his bed is an honor.
But just then, he is pulling his fingers out of you with a loud squelch, leaving you shrieking, gasping, stunned – bereft. “Jimin! What—I was so clo—mmph!”
His wet fingers shut you up, sliding through your lips to settle on your tongue. Then he raises an eyebrow. “Whores don’t get to come, baby. Only good girls do.”
You try to speak with his fingers literally in your mouth and a garbled bunch of nothing comes out. Jimin chuckles.
“What? You’re a good girl, now?”
You nod your head, wide-eyed and empty-lunged.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He presses a messy kiss to the underside of your jaw, smiling so wide, his eyes squint. “A good girl cleans up after her. You wanna be a good girl?”
Eyes rounded further, you nod harder.
“Lick my fingers clean.”
With a gusty inhale through your nose, you lick over and around his digits. Spit dribbles down the side of your mouth, but neither you nor Jimin care, your gazes trained on each other. His own mouth parts after a while, tongue resting at one corner as he slowly extracts his now clean fingers. Wow, you did a good job.
Smacking your lips, you puff up your chest and flash him a smile. But the action presses your breasts up against his chest, and Jimin snaps. Shuffling around the drawer next to the bed for a foil packet, he’s quickly covering his stiff cock in rubber. He’s so fucking hard again, you’re in love with his dick.
And then he has your thighs spread and fitted around his waist, while his strong hands press into your forearms to keep them in place above your head, and – fuck.
His necklace is dangling between the two of you.
Swinging daintily, seductively, from his body to yours, the pendant skims your heated, sweat soaked tits with its cold, smooth surface. And Jimin watches that movement in transfixation.
“Jimin…”
“Hmm?”
“Need you to fuck me…”
His gaze slowly rises to yours, lips twisted and eyebrows lowered. “Do you, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Are you a good girl now?”
You nod vigorously. “Very good girl, Jimin.”
He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. “Mm hm. We’ll see how good you actually are, sweetheart…” Lining himself up with a hand, he begins to push inside of you. “Tell me if it hurts.”
Catching the serious look on his face, you give a quick nod. He’s an attentive lover and it’s amazing of him to be so aware because he’s fucking huge down there. But. Right now, you think it will hurt you more if he doesn’t enter you.
Gradually inching in until his thick length is all the way in you, he moves one hand to hold onto your makeshift handcuff, while he braces the other on your ribcage, beneath your boob. And fuck, he fills you up so good.
After he’s made one – two – three experimentive, light thrusts, he picks up pace. And then he fucking rocks your world, going hard as hell to pound against that one sensitive spot withing your channel that is normally elusive to your lovers, but this man apparently has a superpower of locating with every appendage of his.
Sweat builds, collects and then drips down his body, as it does yours, and the entirety of the trailer seems to shake a little – but the way Jimin’s necklace dangles between you two occupies all of your focus. You stare at the strangely seductive sight, mesmerized, until the pressure in your pelvis builds again and forces you to shut your eyes.
“Ah, what’s this?” Jimin pants into your ear, flicking his tongue over the earlobe. “Are you close already?”
That sounds like a trick question, but you can’t really lie when he is literally inside of you and can feel your walls tightening. “Yes…”
“That doesn’t sound like a good girl to me, baby… Didn’t you say you were a very good girl?” He clicks his tongue, brushing his lips over yours to breathe out, “You gotta wait for me, sweetheart. Good girls wait.”
The promise of praise has your entire body locking in itself to contain the surges of pleasure from flowing to the last of your nerve endings, but it's hard. Because the way Jimin is leaning over your body makes his hips meet yours such that they press up against your clit with every stroke.
You give up and sob, bleary eyes opening to look at Jimin’s concentrated face. “I’m very—ah! V–very close, Jimin… C–ca–can’t—”
“You can’t hold it?” he snarls, expressions morphing into one of determination. “Whores don’t get to come, remember?”
And you predict it before he even makes the move, so you dig your heels into the plump cushions of his ass, keeping him from pulling out, with a whine of, “No~o! No, please, I’ll – I’ll hold it! Promise! Just – just don’t fucking stop, Jimin!”
He nibbles on his bottom lip, forehead in a crease as he looks at you, movements slowed down but not stopped. “I really don’t wanna stop, baby,” he tells you with a pout, grabbing your jaw with his fingers digging in on one side and thumb on the other. “So you better not fucking come.” With gritted teeth, he lifts your hips off the bed and fucks you harder. “Ah shit! Look at how good you take it, fuck… Tight fucking pussy – so sweet!”
He then buries his face in your boobs, licking up and around the globes, while you clench your eyes as tightly shut as you can, gritting your teeth to stop the fire from spreading through your body.
After one particularly hard thrust that seems to reach your womb, though, you’re at the verge of breaking. You will either explode in an orgasm or fucking die of depravation. And so you shake your head, sobbing so hard, your tears spill on to Jimin’s hair.
“I–I–I can’t, Jimin, I really really really—please let me c–c–c–come! Please please ple~ase, Jimin—”
“Fuck, baby,” he moans against your nipple, lifting his head to look at you through troubled eyes. “You’re fucking killing me with that begging—so fucking delectable!”
You’re still blinking in bewilderment when he reaches up to pull your lips in a kiss. Teeth biting into your lip and tongue licking against yours, he pulls back within just seconds and tips his forehead against yours.
And then, in a soft whisper that feels more intimate and softer than anything you’ve shared with him so far, Jimin tells you, “Come for me, my good girl.”
Your pussy gets the message before your ears do, and it clamps down hard on his dick – making Jimin gasp with his puffy lips perfectly rounded and wide eyes looking into yours. It loosens that grip just the next moment, though, delving into a series of convulsions that churn out Jimin’s impending orgasm out of him, too. Your eyes close at some point, too lost to the electricity flowing through your veins and the explosions happening in every corner of your head. With your legs still locked around him, you both shudder through your orgasms together, twitching and whimpering for a while after the waves have rolled over and ceased.
Catching your breath is harder than you thought, and opening your eyes is something you don’t even wanna do. Jimin pulls out from you with a muted curse and you feel him leave you alone on the bed. Then, too, you keep your eyes shut, drained out of energy.
But you do open them eventually when you feel his hands untangling yours from the confines of crochet and metal. And it’s embarrassing how the sight of his naked chest, inches from you, sends a spasm through your body again– when you’ve just had your world knocked off its axis by the force of the orgasm he gave you.
“There,” Jimin tells you in a rasp, sounding fully fucked out, but just as delicious as before. “Your hands feel okay?”
You pull them down, wincing a bit at the tug in your elbow, but then nod. “Yeah, they’re okay. Thanks.”
Jimin sits back with a smirk, holding your bikini top in one hand and the jewelry you wore for the commercial in the other.
Oh, shit the commercial.
You quickly sit up in horror, bracing a hand against your head when it spins. “Jimin, the shoot! We – we ruined our outfits… and the product…”
He offers you a bottle of water, chuckling. “Which is nothing to worry about at all. These are just samples,” he clarifies, raising the hand with your chain in it, “and I already told Jeremy to arrange for spare outfits.”
You take a few sips of water and look at Jimin in awe. You’re very tempted to ask him how regularly he does this. “You prepare for everything, huh? Impressive.”
Tossing your clothes and jewelry aside, he runs a hand through his hair – a sinfully sexy gesture that makes you sigh – and wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Almost everything. I never could’ve prepared for the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on telling me her pussy is in love with me.”
Hissing a breath out, you narrow your eyes and punch his firm bicep. Jimin just giggles and rolls away to the foot of the bed to duck. “You’re the worst, you know!”
“Ah ah – that’s not what your pussy was saying a few minutes ago!”
He’s standing up, now, correcting his pants, and you look around for something to cover yourself up. A purple hoodie lands next to you. You look at Jimin with your eyebrows raised in alarm.
“Relax, I’m not tryna be couple-y.” He rolls his eyes with a scoff. And then smiles. “Wear this until they get you a change of clothes. You look like you came here in a cab and not a trailer.”
You nod, a little bashful and a lot grateful, but very careful about your boundaries. This has been the best fuck of your life – but Jimin is still an A-lister, serial-fucking his way through the industry.
It’d be kinda nice to be friends with him, though.
“You know for what it’s worth,” Jimin says after you’re done settling into the piece of clothing he loaned you, “I’m in love with your pussy, too.”
Nope, it won’t be nice being friends with him, at all.
Your affronted gasp echoes around the space, immediately followed by loud giggles that belong to Jimin. You toss a bottle at his head – but you’re laughing, too.
Maybe you’ll send Hoseok an actual gift basket, after this.
→genre: established relationship, smut, fluff, angst if you squint
→word count: 7.5k
→warnings: literally everything don’t read this lol. dom jk, bratty sub reader, mentions of relationship issues, alcohol use, degrading, titty sucking, spanking, gentle face smacking w hand and penis, rough sex turned to luv making, fingering, blowjob, face fucking, spitting, brief pussy eating and (here’s the kicker) ass licking, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (don’t u dare), creampie, snot play (kidding ew kook just wipes reader’s nose they’re in love shh), hotel bathroom sex lets goooo! jk is mean but loves reader so so much, sappy and corny at points
→summary: Jungkook wants nothing more than to spend your anniversary cuddled up in a fancy hotel bathroom, eating takeout and binge watching TV shows. You, on the other hand, have something more exciting in mind.
→notes: this is my first time writing fanfic so please be gentle with me. i know the smut is not the best. i really struggled with it, definitely not a natural when it comes to writing sexi time. i kinda love every other part of this BUT the smut which sucks because it's like… 70% smut. i tried my best yall. hopefully it will get better with time! feedback is very much appreciated. i hope you enjoy it i love u bye!!
“I can’t believe she’s still with this fucking guy. He’s such a prick…” Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head a little before shoveling another bite of pad thai into his mouth.
God, he was beautiful. His skin was pink and dewy, eyes glistening as he focused on the k-drama you had been begging him to watch with you all week. Ironically, he was more into it than you were. The show playing on your laptop, which you had very cleverly propped up on the toilet in front of you, only acting as background noise for the true entertainment of the night. Him.
You felt a wave of warmth rush over you as you watched him. That sticky sweet feeling you get when you love someone. Everything felt warm, inside and out. The shimmery water surrounding you, adorn with bubbles and rose petals, was warm and floral scented. The dim light from the candles you had set up gave the hotel bathroom a warm, saturated glow. The takeout he ordered was still hot on the bamboo tray between the two of you. His fingers, wrapped around a pair of chopsticks as he ate the leftovers from your plate, were painted a fiery shade of red.
You smiled to yourself, remembering how easy it had been to manipulate him into getting a manicure with you. “I find it sooo sexy when guys paint their nails,” you had told him on a summer day last week, swirling your tongue around a popsicle before suckling on the tip, looking him dead in the eyes. The very next morning he scheduled a dual appointment at your favorite salon.
Everything felt warm and comfortable.
Feeling you watching him, Jungkook turns his attention to you. The damp ends of his blonde hair were frizzy, sticking out awkwardly around his head like a misshapen halo. He squints his doe eyes when they meet yours. There was eyeliner smudged around the outer corners, leftover from the shoot earlier in the day. He was a mess, but he never looked more angelic.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says playfully through a mouthful of noodles. It was an obnoxious habit. Disgusting when others did it, but somehow adorable when he did. “I thought you wanted to watch this.”
“I thought you didn’t, but I’ve seen you tear up at least three times and we’re only on the fourth episode. You’re far too invested, Koo.”
“I am not,” he whines, “and they added too much cilantro, it’s making my eyes water.”
You giggle and reach your foot out, softly kicking his leg underneath the water. He levels you with a faux sniffle and pout, before reaching his tattooed arm out of the bath and grabbing the bottle of red wine on the floor next to him. He had room service deliver it while you were running the bath, knowing you would complain about the price. Even after all these years together, even though he was more than financially capable of doing so, you still felt uncomfortable with him spending money on you. That never seemed to stop him though.
“Here baby, have some more wine,” he coos, pouring the crimson liquid into your glass, filling up his own, and then placing the bottle back in its spot on the ground. His eyes crinkle again as he takes you in. This time it isn’t out of annoyance. It’s one of those smiles that reaches his pupils before it trickles down the rest of his face. “You look so beautiful right now.”
Your hair is in a messy bun. You have no makeup on. You trail your gaze down to your bare breasts, nipples poking out from behind the bubbles. “You’re only saying that because my tits are out.”
He looks down at your chest and hums in agreement, not inconspicuous in the slightest...
You tut your tongue, motioning towards his torso. “I don’t know, your tits are bigger than mine these days.” It was a stretch. But not by much. He had been spending a lot more time at the gym recently, trying to grow his frame in preparation for the more provocative jobs he’s been landing.
Jungkook wasn’t going to let that slide, quickly reaching over and pinching a nipple in retaliation. The audacity. The offending hand retreats before you can swat it away.
“Ow!” You wince, jutting your bottom lip out very dramatically in an attempt to make him feel bad. He didn’t, the little brat. The faint stinging in your poor nipple was nothing compared to what your body normally endured after a night in the sheets with him. It was all welcome though. You both loved to indulge in that side of him once in a while.
He lets out one of those high pitched laughs. The one he makes after does something naughty. More of a squeal than anything else. Your favorite. So cute that you can’t bring yourself to scold him further when he spills a little wine into the bathtub.
“Don’t be a brat. Tonight is not the night.” Hm. Touché.
As much as you would love to keep going, riling him up to the point where he couldn’t help destroy you, you decide against it… for now, atleast. You know he’s tired. This morning, his angry grumbling and fussing with the covers stirred you awake before sunrise. His photoshoot lasted longer than projected, showing up to your hotel room two hours late with a panicked look on his face. He loved his job, but it undoubtedly took a toll on him.
“I’ll be good. See?” You raise your glass, clinking it with his. “To us!”
“To us,” he agrees sternly, plump lips pulling into a grin as he nods his head with purpose. “Happy anniversary, my love.”
Just like that, it’s been four years. Four years of you. Four years with him.
You can’t help but reflect on your relationship as you sip the alcohol. It burns as it goes down your throat, but tastes so divine when it hits your tongue. Duality.
Although pure and true, your relationship with Jungkook has been far from perfect. The beginning was rocky. You had just started college and were in shambles, uncertain of what you wanted for your future. You weren’t ready for a relationship; too insecure to let him into your heart. Jungkook’s heart had always been big and accessible, however, his ego was even bigger. It came with the territory. He was just breaking into the modeling industry when you first met. He always felt like he had to prove something to the world. A bit arrogant even. These distinct differences between the two of you ignited explosive arguments, leaving you both burned and in tears.
However, even in the darkness of night there is the promise of daylight. And even when the sun sets again in the evening, it leaves behind a paradise of colors, making it known that it will come back in the morning. Underneath all the fire, was a spark. At the end of the day, despite all the bullshit, you loved each other deeply. Eventually, you learned how to manage the differences. You communicated so effectively that you had grown to love those previously unbearable qualities in one another. The relationship aged like fine wine. The flames were no longer scorching, just warm and comfortable.
Here you are, four years later. Spending your anniversary in a bathroom, with subpar takeout, because simply being together was a celebration enough.
“Well, well, well, look who's crying now. Big baby.”
You hadn’t realized you were tearing up. You say nothing.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” His tone takes a drastic turn when he notices the shift in your mood.
“Nothing, I just love you so much.”
He stares at you blankly for a moment, doe eyes larger than normal, expression unreadable. He lifted the tray out of the bath before reaching over and pausing the show playing on your laptop. Wet hand and all. You would’ve yelled at him if you weren’t so emotional.
“Come here,” he whispers. Long fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you forward until you’re positioned in his lap. Straddling him. You wrap your arms around his neck on instinct.
“I’m sorry I was late today… and I’m sorry I missed your graduation.”
You’re taken back, not really sure of what to make of his seemingly random confession. Jungkook had been invited to New York for a designer brand showcase a month prior. Easily the biggest break in his career thus far. Unfortunately, the dates overlapped with your graduation ceremony. Of course, you had been bummed out, but you would never deprive him of something that monumental. Later that night, you came home to a note on your doorstep and an apartment full of roses.
Little did you know, that very same night, Jungkook had snuck off into the bathroom during the afterparty. A picture of you in your cap and gown that your mother texted him had his vision blurry. He contemplated jumping on the next flight home. He never told you about that though.
“Koo, I understand. Your job is important to-”
“You’re important too, though. The most important.” His arms snaked their way around your waist, constricting you to his body. Face to face. Chest to chest. Nipples to nipples.
“I’m just… I’m so proud of you.” Soft, velvet, palms rub down your back, squeezing when they reach your ass. It was an innocent gesture. He was trying to reassure you. But all you could focus on was how good it felt to be touched by him.
“I love you, you know that?”
You peep a halfhearted ‘mhm’, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. The blonde really suited him. He looked so sexy. You wanted to devour him.
“I wasn’t there for you like I should’ve been in the beginning, so I really try to be there now.” The emotion behind his words was evident. Him dismissing your achievements had been a major point of contention in the early days. He’s changed a lot since then. You want to comfort him, tell him he shouldn’t feel guilty, but the way he shifts in his spot makes his pelvis rub right against your core.
The teenest tiniest moan slips past your lips.
“__, are you even listening to me?”
If you said yes, it would be a lie. His words were like the abandoned k-drama, white noise. You slide your hands to his cheeks, pressing your forehead against him, inhaling his scent. Overwhelmed by him. Maybe it was because you haven’t had sex in over a week, which was almost unheard of in your relationship. Maybe it was because you’ve never felt more loved and validated by anyone like you did him. Whatever it was, it was turning you on. Fast.
“I am baby, I just want-”
“You want what?”
“I want you.”
“Me?” His warm breath fans across your face. When he speaks, it comes out low, deep, and methodical. He licks his lips, making them glowly and pink. The tip of his tongue dragging against your own. His red nails now digging into your skin. Pupils morphing into a deep black. Pure lust. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
You feel a hard smack against your ass, water splashing over the edge of the tub upon impact. You wince, knowing that tomorrow you will have a Jungkook-shaped sore spot on your bottom. You’re in for it now. The anticipation leaves you dripping.
“I told you, not tonight,” Jungkook growls, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. “Why don’t you ever listen, huh?”
Another spank. This time even harder. It makes you grip onto his hair, knuckles paling.
“Why can’t you be good? It’s our anniversary. I wanted to be sweet with you.” He sinks his teeth into your neck, biting down and then sucking. He spanks you again, making you hold onto the edge of the tub to stop yourself from jerking forward. “Now I have to punish you.”
“I like you like this though.” You can’t help the neediness and desperation that’s laced through your voice.
“Of course you do,” he chuckles, sinfully licking over the mark he created. “You’re so dumb. Such a slut. I can’t even talk to you without you getting horny.”
“That’s not true,” you whimper.
“It’s not? Then why are you so wet?” He spreads your cheeks with both hands, middle and ring finger rubbing between your folds, collecting your wetness. He takes a few seconds to barely circle your clit. His touch is light and feathery, teasing. Fuck him and his big hands. He brings them up to your lips, tapping. “Open.”
“But they’re all soapy…”
He hums, knowing you want to be good. He’s willing to compromise. He softly smacks your cheek with an open palm, gripping your chin and moving your head side to side. “What should I do with you then? Hm?”
“I want your fingers,” you say softly, voice coming out muffled from him squeezing your cheeks together.
“Where?”
“Inside of me.”
“Where though?”
You huff and wrap your hand around his wrist and pull him off. Your fingers don’t even touch, tiny in comparison. This was what you wanted, practically begged for. However, it still drove you nuts whenever he made you wait, wanting you to articulate every little detail, get you soaked before he even touched you. “I want them in my pussy… your pussy.” You whimper, guiding his hand down to where you wanted him most. Pressing down, you move his fingers against your clit in tight circles. You moan at the contact. “There.”
He takes the hint, rubbing you just the way you like. Slow and sensual. You can’t help the obscene noise ripping through you.
Jungkook’s fingers dip further down, playing with your entrance, getting them nice and wet, before sneaking in. Moaning loudly, you roll your head back. He always filled you up so good. You can’t help but clench around his fingers, afraid he’ll pull back and leave you stranded.
He curls them, knowing exactly how to touch to have you pooling into his palm. It feels like heaven. Just when you think the gates are opening, his fingers come to a halt.
You shoot him an exasperated look.
“Get yourself off. I know you know how, slut.” Your eyebrows slant and you clench your jaw. He’s a demon. He flashes a crooked bunny smile your way, finding your angry face very adorable. Not intimidating in the slightest. “Go on.”
You place your hands on the sides of the tub, using it as leverage to lift your entire body up. You were going to cum, even if it meant he made you do all the work. Sinking back down, you start fucking yourself on his fingers. Snap your hips up, before going all the way down to his tattooed knuckles. Your knees digging into the porcelain as you form a steady pace. You know they’re going to hurt afterwards, but it felt too fucking good to stop.
“I told you the manicure was worth it,” you mumble, somehow finding the strength to sass him. It was all part of the game. He loved the fight for dominance, even though you both knew it was something you relinquished willingly.
If asked what his favorite thing about you was, Jungkook would say your witt. He loved when you smart-mouthed him, put him in his place. You could feel his cock plumping at your words, rubbing between your cheeks with every rut of your hips.
“Shut up.” He scoots himself further down until he’s leveled with your bouncing chest, careful not to disrupt your movements. He teases your nipple with the tip of his tongue before catching it into his mouth.
“Fuck, I love it,” you whisper, transitioning to a grind. One of your hands cups the back of his head, holding him close. Your hips rotate, mirroring the swirling of his tongue. Your clit was rubbing against the plush skin of his palm.
The rosy pink bath water ripples, overflowing and splashing. You didn’t care about the mess on the bathroom floor, not when the mess between your thighs was more important.
He moans against you, sending a vibration through your sensitive, overworked, nipple. He takes the hardened bud between his teeth, tugging gently and then moving onto the other.
He starts curling his clean cut fingers with every drag of your leaking cunt, stroking your g-spot expertly, giving you more stimulation. Overstimulating you. “Please, Koo…”
“Already?”
You nod frantically. All the years spent above you, behind you, and below you made him well aware of your signs. He knew you were close. “I want you to cum. Fuck, you’re so wet,” he sighs, just as desperate as you, turned on by your pleasure. Lips still wrapped around your nipple. It makes your clit throb.
He abruptly starts thrusting his fingers into you. Your hips still as you lean your entire weight on him, bracing yourself as you reach the point of no return. He makes you cry for the second time when your orgasm hits, leaving you gasping into his ear. Your thighs tremble uncontrollably. His fingers slow, curling deliciously until he milks out every bit of your orgasm.
You turn onto your side and bury your head into his shoulder as you come down from your high. He leans his cheek against your forehead, rubbing small circles against your lower back. Completely ignoring the flushed, angry cock resting against his lower stomach. Your sweet boy. So sweet that you just couldn’t get enough.
His rough persona was already starting to fade. Not on your watch.
You look down, eyeing his pretty pink tip through the bubbles. Pinker than the water. He has the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. It makes you salivate.
You trail your manicured nails down his chest, circling his nipple, running over his solid abdomen, and down to his cock. You rub your index finger against the slit and then stroke his head with your fingertip. “I know you’re tired but… I want more. Wanna lick it.”
He huffs out a laugh and then pecks on the top of your head. He wonders how you could be so cute, yet so naughty and dirty? You feel a tap against your ass, signaling for you to get off of him.
You wide-eye him when he stands. Droplets of water were running down his body. One gets caught in the dip of his v-line, trickling until it becomes lost in the dark patch of trimmed hair above his shaft. His thick, toned legs flexing as he steps out of the tub. You’re convinced that no matter how much time passes, you’ll still find him breathtaking.
He mumbles a little ‘be careful’ when he helps you up, watching your feet to make sure they don’t slip. Always looking out for you in small ways. It was a subconscious trait he developed as he grew to love you more than anything or anyone. He tugs you close, looking at you with so much love in his eyes. You crane your neck up, pressing your lips against his. Nothing crazy or sloppy, just a kiss. Kissing Jungkook felt like it always did, warm and comfortable.
“Alright, knees. Now.”
Asshole.
Interrupting your thoughts, yet again. You frown and look at the tile. The wet tile might you add. “But my knees-”
He grabs your hair, wrapping it around his fist and using it to force you down to your knees. The floor feels gross and cold against your shins.
“You do what I tell you, got it?” From your angle, he looks menacing. He’s peering down at you over that big nose, chest puffed out and red from exertion. The veins in his arm popping out under his inked skin as he held you with an iron grip. You have half a mind to cancel his gym membership.
His big, leaking, cock is standing right in front of you. It was almost intimidating.
You answer him with the most miniscule nod.
“Use your words.”
“I’ll listen.”
“Look at me when you talk to me.” He doesn't even give you the chance to react, yanking your hair until your face is tilted upwards.
“I’ll listen,” you peep.
“I go away for a week and you forget everything I taught you? Do I have to train you all over again?” He questions, mocking you.
“Yes, please. I don’t seem to remember,” you challenge, blinking up at him innocently, but so deviously.
“Open,” he commands. You listen, opening wide and sticking your tongue out. He bends at the waist, letting a glob of spit fall from his puckered lips and into your mouth. You swallow immediately, knowing what to do. Obviously well informed of the rules despite your protests.
“Good girl.” Releasing your hair, he brings his fingers to your lips, recalling your refusal to put them in your mouth earlier. “Again.”
He’s just as devious as you are.
You flick your hair over your shoulders dramatically, hoping he’ll pick up on your annoyance. Squinting in defiance, you take his middle and index finger in your mouth, going all the way down to his knuckles, biting a little. You slide your tongue between them, letting them hit the back of your throat before pulling away. They do taste a bit soapy, but you suppose a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
He shoves them back in before you move away entirely, making you choke. “I don’t think you’re ready for me. Gotta stretch you out first, don’t I baby?” He scissors his fingers, testing your gag reflex. Taunting you. You inhale and pinch your eyes shut, wanting to prove him wrong. You even bob your head a little, taking them in deeper. He lets out a shaky breath, clearly affected by your actions, exiting your drooling mouth.
Nimble fingers wrap around his cock, using your spit to slick himself up. He squeezes right under the crown. Both of you watch in awe as a drop of precum oozes out. He shuffles closer to you, jaw going slack as he peers down at you. It looks like he’s contemplating something. Whatever it was, he better get going because if you have to wait even lo-
You gasp as his cock swings into your cheek with a loud thud. The heaviness makes you flinch. He pauses, expecting you to reprimand him. He did just smack you with his dick. To his surprise, you don’t say anything. In fact, you appear to be even more turned on than before, fluttering your lashes at him. Asking for more.
He makes a content noise, continuing to tap the tip against your face, watching as a sticky string of precum forms. “God, you’re so whipped baby. Why do you let me treat you like this?”
It was a rhetorical question, but you answer anyway. “Because I love you.”
“You love me?” He smiles, rigid expression softening for a second, pleased with your answer. “You love my dick. It’s all you think about. I bet when I was away you all you did was sit in bed with a wet pussy. Waiting for me to come home and fuck you.”
You can’t help but wonder if that was a freudian slip. If he was still beating himself up for missing out on your graduation, mentioning it with no context or explanation. It makes your heart hurt, but that was a conversation for tomorrow morning. Tonight, you were going to do whatever you could to distract him.
Wetness touches your bottom lip. He rubs the head of his penis against you, smearing precum on your lips. He coos, mocking your compliance and submission. Sexually humiliating you is one of his favorite activities. You let him, even puckering your lips to sneak in a few kisses here and there. The light touches make him groan. “You gonna let me fuck that mouth, sweetheart?”
“Hm... I dunno.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
No answer.
“Are you going to put it in your mouth or what?” He scoffs, gnawing on his bottom lip. His right brow twitches. His forehead pulls in a bit. The irritated flicks in features already visible.
You shrug nonchalantly. Internally, you were jumping for joy. He’s so fucking easy to manipulate. Right in the palm of your hand like putty, moldable into any shape you want. Any version of him you desire.
His cock is angry too. Bright red and dripping. Needing to be touched. Craving you. Your mouth. Your pussy.
It jumps when you wrap your hand around it. So touch starved. Your pace is devastatingly lethargic, grip loose, not firm the way you know he loves and wants. His foreskin moves with you, rolling back and forth over his begging tip. So needy and wet. You wondered if the people next door could hear the nasty gushy noises his cock made as you jerked it.
You lean forward and lap at his slit. Airy kitten licks that provide barely any sensation to his greedy cock. One after the other. You feel his stare burning into your skin. He’s watching you, nostrils flaring as he grows impatient and agitated. You arch your back, giving him a clear view of your perky ass, before you start shaking and bouncing it. Teasing him.
“Enough, __!” He seethes, fisting your hair and bucking his hips with so much vigor that he stumbles forward. His cock shoves past your lips and down your throat. He catches himself by slamming a hand against the wall-mounted mirror in front of him, leaving a small crack in the middle. The neighbors definitely heard that one, but you were too far gone to care.
The jolt sends you falling back on your butt, landing on the fluffy area rug in front of the sink. Atleast you were comfortable now. You always win one way or another.
Your legs are now laying flat between his, knees knocked together. Trapped between Jungkook and the sleek black wood of the integrated sink behind you. You're pressed against his pelvis, the soft hairs at the base of his cock tickling your nostrils.
Initially, you gag around him. Spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin after a few dauntingly long seconds. Your chest heaves as you struggle to adjust to the sudden intrusion. There’s a natural urge to push him away. Your matching red nails digging into his thighs as you try to shove him off of you.
“You’re okay.” He doesn’t let up. Feet firmly planted on either side of you. “Breathe. You can take it.”
With tears streaming down your cheeks, you inhale and exhale through your nose, regaining your composure. Determined to be good for him.
When he touches you, it’s delicate and gentle, pushing your damp hair back. Fingers working their way through a few tangles. He cups your cheek, brushing away your stray tears. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth now, okay?”
You nod, making the tip of his cock rub against the back of your throat. Your mouth is warm and moist, like a sauna that’s sole purpose was to make him nut. The sensation makes him grunt. He brings his opposite hand down, holding your head still before taking a shallow thrust. Only giving you half of his length and then pulling back. Testing the waters.
Glancing up at him with watery eyes, you meet him halfway, hollowing your cheeks. Your throat feels raw but his cock tastes phenomenal. Clean and sugary. Not a day goes by where you don’t thank the stars for blessing you with a man who eats fairly healthy and follows a strict hygiene regimen.
Your nose is running a little. Jungkook notices before you do. His shoulders rise up with laughter, wiping it away with his big thumb. “So gross, baby. So cute.” It was gross, but you weren’t embarrassed, not with him.
Your jaw goes slack as you accept more of his cock, relaxing into the feeling. He picks up the pace, basking in view of his glossy cock dragging against your lips. You’re a vision. So beautiful to him. The disgusting wet noises your throat makes when he pulls away are deafening. He loves the way you gag when he pushes back in.
Jungkook has always been a bit quiet during sex, minus the dirty talk, of course. Never one to make obnoxious, pornographic sounds. He left that to you. You didn’t mind though. You can’t help but hum around him, loud and vulgar, when you hear his low grunts, knowing you’ve earned them.
Your hands rub at his smooth, hairless thighs, feeling the muscles underneath clench and unclench, pulling his skin taut. He made the impromptu decision to get them waxed while his nails were drying under the UV light. ‘For shoots and stuff… It’s in nowadays’ he had snapped at you when you questioned his choice. Your palms make their way behind him, gripping his ass and pulling, wanting more of his cock.
“Mhm, it’s yours, baby. Take it.” He licks his lips and nods, looking at you with hooded lustful eyes, flicking his hair away so he can watch. “Tight little mouth…”
His voice sounded fucked out, so turned on. His head rolls off to the side like he doesn’t have the strength to support it anymore. All of the energy being sucked out of him, literally and figuratively.
His hand cups the back of your head, thrusting every inch of his cock into your mouth. Holding you in place. His nose scrunches up and his brows knit together, cute dimple poking out as he bites the inside of his cheek. You hum, swaying your head from side to side.
“Stop, m’ gonna cum,” he groans, attempting to pull you off. You’re persistent though, clinging onto him, keeping him snug inside of you.
“Ah, no- stop,” he whimpers in a high pitched voice you’ve never heard before. It was so desperate it made you clench around nothing. You feel him twitch in your mouth, hips jerking away like the pleasure is too much. He’s so deep that he can feel your tongue flat against his balls, licking and drooling down them.
You pull off with a pop when you decide he’s had enough.
“Fuck you,” he says through a laugh. He reaches his hands up, running them over his face to calm himself down. “You were going to make me cum before we even fucked.”
There’s a translucent strand of spit connecting his penis to your mouth. You swallow, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. A fit of coughs erupt through your chest. Booming and rough, before fading into a string of mischievous giggles. You feel delirious and light headed. He mumbles something about how well you took him, about how you were so good. You don’t really know. You can’t really focus at the moment.
You press your cheek against Jungkook’s leg, beaming up at him. So infatuated with him. So in love. High off endorphins and serotonin.
“Stop laughing!” He shouts playfully, guiding you to your feet and pressing you against the marble countertop. He kisses your cheek before burrowing his head into your shoulder. “You’re fucking bonkers, babe.”
“Me? You fully broke the mirror!”
“Huh?”
You twist in his arms, giggling madly as you crane your neck awkwardly to look at the mirror behind you. “It’s right…,” you look around, trying to scope out the crack, pressing your fingertip to it when you find it, “here!” There’s already tiny fragments missing, exposing the wooden frame underneath. You leave a smudge on the dewy glass when you pull away.
He deadpans you, jaw dropping open like he’s just received tragic and unexpected news. The modeling definitely upped his acting capabilities, making him animated and theatrical over the most mundane things. You guess it’s somewhat justified in this situation.
Black irises flicker to you, then the mirror, then back to you. His hand clamps over his open mouth. “What the fuck, __?”
“Don’t blame me! You were the one that broke it.” You shout back, very amused by his reaction.
“Yeah, but you should’ve at least said something,” he states like it’s the most obvious and certain thing in the world. His arms are outstretched, palms facing you, looking at you like you’re missing brain cells for not comprehending his thought process. One hand drops against his side in disbelief. The other wraps around his dick, giving it a languid pump.
You roll your eyes. He’s such a boy.
“It’s not even that big of a deal,” you mumble, tucking a loose piece of hair behind his ear. He can’t stand having his hair in his face, constantly stealing your hair ties and losing them on sets, at the gym, and basically where else he goes. The wispy ones at his hairline are sticking to his clammy skin. “What are they gonna do, arrest us?” Now it’s your turn to question his logic, exaggerating your words and moving your neck around like a bobble head.
“No… but we’re going to have to pay for it.”
“Oh, whatever. I’ll pay.”
“Shut up, no you won’t,” he says sternly, twirling his index finger in a circle. “Turn around before I lose my boner.”
You do as he says, turning around to face the mirror. It’s so blurry that all you can see in it is two silhouettes amongst the condensation. Good. It saves you the embarrassment of looking at yourself. You know you look crazy and disheveled. You can already picture it in your head. Hair tangled, lips swollen, tear stained cheeks, lashes clumped together.
You bend over the counter, upper body pressing into the marble slab. It’s cool and smooth, a stark contrast to the hot, stuffy atmosphere of the bathroom. It sends a piercing shock down your spine when your nipples touch the surface. You turn your head to the side, cheeks squished.
Perking your ass up, you wait patiently for his cock. Your glistening folds are on full display for him, so enticing and sweet. He spreads your ass with both hands, catching a glimpse of your puckering hole. You’re messy there too, arousal from your pussy having trickled down throughout the night. You looked so appetizing. He’s spent countless hours of his life buried in your pussy, lapping up your juices, breathing you in with his nose smushed into your clit. Jungkook would die a happy man knowing he got to experience the taste of you.
“Kook, please hur-,” your words are cut short by a loud cry when you feel his mouth on you instead. Wet muscle tickling your clit before dragging through your entrance. It’s like he’s making out with your pussy, flat tongue dipping into you. His plump lips close after each lick, creating these soft smacking noises that send you into overdrive.
His tongue trails up, circling around your other hole. You squeal.
“I can’t take so much- I can’t ta- just fuck me already,” you cry out. You reach your hand back, searching to ground yourself, wanting to touch him. He intertwines your fingers with his, snickering as he gets back up. A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss is placed on your shoulder. They make a warm stream from the back of your neck to your tailbone. He takes his time, pressing kisses on every part of your skin. The tender moment makes you dizzy.
“I’m sorry baby, you just- I’m so fucked up right now.” He felt jittery and sensitive. Needing you as much as you needed him. “I’ll do anything you want- anything for you.”
You grind your hips back, needy for his cock. “I want you inside me. Fill me up.”
The sound of your voice has him weak. He didn’t need any more convincing, letting go of your hand and bending at the knees to align himself with your aching core. He spits on his cock, spreading it around your hungry core with the head. It wasn’t necessary, but a little extra lubrication never hurt anyone.
He grabs your ass, pulling a cheek aside, wanting to see everything. A front row seat to his favorite show. He knows he’s going to just slide right in with how drenched you were.
He stuffs himself in, catching you off guard with the lack of preparation, giving you his entire length on the first push. The arch of your back sucked his cock in so deep that you felt it in your stomach. You felt so full, so stretched. Like he was made to be inside of you. Your mouth opens wide with a silent scream, clawing at the countertop, needing to cling onto something. Anything. Your fingertips hurt as they press into the marble.
Jungkook’s eyes are locked on the way your pussy just engulfs his cock. It tries to suck him back in when he pulls away, like it doesn’t want him to leave. Like it’s your life force. If he withdraws, your body will surely wither away into a pile of little pink sparkles.
“Can you just-” he grunts, wrapping his colorful arm under your hips and lifting, making your parted thighs come together. “Yeah, like that… so tight like this.”
“Mhm, feels so good like this Koo,” you purr in agreement. The fit is more snug than before. You can feel every ridge of his shaft against your walls. Every vein. It makes your toes curl into the soft shag carpet beneath you.
Chills rush through your limbs when he starts to snap his hips into you. There’s intent behind his thrusts. Pulling all the way back, leaving only the very tip of his cock inside of you. Watching as your cunt clenchs around it. Loving how your arousal turns milky, leaving his dick so wet and creamy. Then, he plunges all the way in. You let out little ‘mmm’ noises when his hips meet yours, breasts jiggling wildly underneath you.
“I’m not gonna last much longer,” Jungkook says through gritted teeth. He slows down for a moment, smushing his pelvis flush against your ass and swiveling his hips in a circle. It’s obvious that he’s trying not to cum.
“Me either, it’s okay,” you tell him, placing your palms flat and pushing your body up. Determined to get him off, you start throwing your ass back, using all your might to work his cock in and out of you. Skin slapping against skin.
“Don’t.” He places one palm on your hip, halting your movements. The other goes to your shoulder, pushing you back down. “Lift your leg up,” he orders, pointing to the ledge of the sink, showing you exactly what he wants you to do.
This was something he did often. Whenever you two had sex, Jungkook put you in all kinds of bendy positions. He loved folding you like a pretzel while he fucked you. In his words, putting you in simple, uncomplicated positions was ‘wasted potential.’ He was hell-bent on putting your flexibility to good use.
Picking your knee up and placing it on the sink makes his cock slip out. You hear a hushed ‘fuck’ escape his lips. He’s quick to guide himself back to your drippy center. He’s so deep you feel like you’re going to vomit. Your eyes roll back, squeezing shut when you feel tears prick at the outer corners. You’ve cried way too much in the past hour…
“Stay still, let me take care of you.” You couldn’t tell if your mind was playing tricks on you. If you’re being honest, his dick usually left you dazed and confused. But his voice sounded broken. Almost like he was on the verge of falling apart.
Without warning, he rests his entire weight on you, smashing his chest to your back. The stretch was uncomfortable, but the warmth radiating off of him was overpowering.
“I want to make you feel good,” he fucking whimpers as his hand snakes between your bodies. He uses his ring and index finger to spread you open, middle finger massaging your clit. He nudges your head to the side, making room for him to nuzzle into your neck. “I want to be good for you- to you. I don’t want to miss anymore, please- don’t leave me. I’m so sorry.”
He’s plowing into you with so much force, trying to emphasize what he means. You know what he means. What was that myth again? Something about being able to feel your soulmate's pain?
You never thought it was possible to feel devastation and euphoria simultaneously, but that’s exactly how you feel at the moment.
You need to see him. You reach your trembling hand to the mirror. The fog melts under your touch. You wipe your hand back and forth until he’s visible. Even streaky and distorted, he's still absolutely gorgeous. “Jungkook, look at me.”
He lifts his head, peeking through blonde curtains to meet your eyes in the reflection. They’re dark and glassy. You see nothing but raw emotion swimming in them. Pure love. His cheeks are tinged red.
“Don’t cry, baby,” you sigh, ignoring your own words as wetness finally spills over your waterline. Crying because he’s touching you just right, bringing you closer and closer to climax, but also because you love him. So fucking much.
The pit in your stomach keeps growing. Your orgasm is approaching rapidly. You shake and convulse under him. You’ve never felt so good.
“I love you,” he groans, confession sounding heavenly in your ears as his thrusts become sloppy and hopeless. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Me too.” You turn your head, nose knocking into his as you tangle your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. “Kiss me, kiss me, I love you so much,” you plead, voice cracking.
He does. Lips crashing into yours, meshing together perfectly. Tongues twisting together, still tasting like one another. You sob into his mouth, tugging on his thick strands as your orgasm hits you full force. Pleasure is felt in every inch of your body, from your toes to the very tip top of your scalp.
Jungkook cums with you. Cute face scrunching up as he paints your walls in hot white. He gives you everything, thrusting into you until he’s completely empty. Cumming so much that it overflows around his cock and spills down your thigh.
A sequence of serendipitous events that leave you warm and comfortable.
Both of you are sticky with cum, sweat, tears, spit, and probably every other bodily fluid that exists. You should clean up, but neither of you make an effort to move. Too exhausted. Too peaceful.
Closing your eyes, you relish in the feeling of his chest expanding and contracting. Instead of listening to the ticks of the clock on your right, you listen to his breathing. It’s rough and sporadic at first, but as the minutes pass by, it becomes calm and even. You can feel his heartbeat against your back. You’re surrounded by him.
Light touches trail over your shoulders and down your arms until they reach your palms. He laces his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. Bringing the left one to his mouth, he places exactly four kisses against it. The last kiss is longer and more meaningful than the rest. You smile to yourself. Four years ago, you would’ve never imagined that your relationship with Jungkook would look like this. Loving, happy, and healthy.
He turns your hand over, placing it against his cheek. Your sweet boy.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask him, voice hoarse. You feel him shake his head. You hum, needing to say one more thing before you drop the issue. “I just want you to know that I love you. You have no reason to feel guilty. I’d rather have you with me mentally and emotionally than physically, you know?”
He nods, placing a wet peck to your temple this time.
“Alright, get out of me. Your dick is limp and you’re sweaty.”
He lets out an airy laugh, mouth still pressed against your skin. Your grimace when he pulls out of you, cum already oozing out. Yuck.
It was alright though. You couldn’t think of a better way to end your anniversary than taking a hot shower with him. You lift yourself off the counter, bones cracking. Legs aching. Worn out and exhausted. You were excited to slip under the crisp white sheets with him, fall asleep with your head on his chest. The perfect pillow. That sounded wonderful.
Your shower was interrupted by a loud banging at the door. Jungkook looked at you confused and wide eyed, hoping out with impeccable speed as he scrambled to put a robe on. You groan, who the fuck would show up to your hotel room at 11:17 p.m.?
Hotel security. That’s who.
There had been a total of eight noise complaints. All coming from the same floor.
They weren’t too happy about the mirror either.
Needless to say, you and Jungkook spent the remainder of your anniversary in a shitty motel.
Abstract: jungkook needs regular motivation to eat his fruit. you also have a secret plan
Rated: 18+, “Job well done” award
Content/Warnings: jungkook x reader (f), pwp, smut, dirty talk, footjob (ish…), talk of coming in pants and wet dreams and cockwarming fantasies, a little bit of cockwarming, condomless sex, makeup (?), semi-sexy pictures taken, some comeplay, a little spit + spit talk, this jk has tattoos and, most importantly, both an eyebrow and a lip piercing, undefined relationship (they could be in a relationship, fwb, etc etc, up to you!)
Size: 5.2k
Author’s note: it’s smut, yup, pretty soon after the ‘read more’. what started as a small idea to do between a different story… sorta spiraled… :/ (i tried not to overthink the editing of this, so it’s probs a little rough - but i hope there’s some enjoyment and fun in it! :))
Summary – Prince Jungkook overhears the stable boys talking about your pussy game and he wants to see it for himself.
Warnings – power play/dynamic, demanding and entitled jk in the beginning but gets sweet at the end, rubbing over clothes, dirty talk, blowjob, handjob, cum eating, jk cums down oc’s throat twice, unprotected sex with pulling out (remember pulling out is not a good method u can still get pregnant!), cock riding, big dick!jk, praise kink, scent kink, female masturbation, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, clit rubbing, cunnilingus, oral (f and m), teasing, overstimulation, lovemaking, sweet talk, it gets soft at the end, nudity, bathing, dirty thoughts/fantasies (both of them), sexual tension, mutual pining, virgin!jk, mention of the word ’whore’ once but no degradation, loss of virginity, forbidden love, mention of death if they get caught, oc has the hots for her prince
Word Count – (6k+);
Author note. This ask really inspired me! I hope you will like what I come up with either way anon-y! It’s subby but not that much so I don’t label this as sub!jk they both have their moments. I’m a sucker for a good forbidden relationship so I hope some of you will enjoy this filth with me! I’m on a roll even though I should spend more time studying but hey if you guys wish me luck I’ll probably pass my exams all right.
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”W-What?”
Your ears are probably deceiving you. There’s no way he said something so scandalous.
♦ Summary: It’s another day of shooting Run BTS at Bangtan Streaming for Jungkook. At least, he thinks it is until his girlfriend walks into the room and the director announces that Jungkook and his teammates will be battling two professional Valorant players for the episode. The stakes are high - but the prize if he manages to beat you? Total submission in the bedroom.
♦ Pairing: streamer!Jungkook x valorantpro!reader
♦ Rating: NSFW & 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging with this content. Any minors discovered interacting with adult content will be blocked immediately.
♦ Type: One shot
♦ Word Count: 9,588
♦ Genre: established relationship, pwp
♦ Warnings: Explicit language, a lot of FPS terms so mentions of shooting down enemies, guns, etc. sexually explicit content including sub jk and soft dom reader, orgasm denial, teasing, dirty talk, nipple play (f. and m. receiving) oral sex (f. and m. receiving), unprotect vaginal sex (f. on top), light begging, cum eating, split play, breath control (very light throat squeezing, not really choking), orgasm control, a shit ton of praising, light scratching, I think thats all of it.
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A/N: GAMER JUNGKOOK SUPREMACY. This was honestly an excuse to write Jungkook losing at Valorant because I would pay $$$$ to play BTS in Valo. Sorry for all the gamer talk - I couldn't help but include it even though I really tried to cut down on describing game play, but I also wanted to show reader beating Jungkookie you feel me? This was entirely inspired by Disguised Toast's noobs vs. pros Valorant tourney he hosted. It was absolutely nuts to see that the pros were good enough to beat 5 players tbh. If any of you play valo - LETS PLAY TOGETHER. I never play ranked cause it's too much pressure but I can be coaxed into it if necessary - I have not ranked since like Act 3 and I ended bronze because I am a chaos demon when playing. I hope you enjoy this absolute filth ft. subby Jungkook :)
The smell of coffee, heavenly and warm drags you toward the kitchen. Your socks slide against the vinyl floor of the apartment. You’re careful to step over the pile of cords your boyfriend has left tangled near the bedroom door – you’ve tripped and cursed at him once already. Absently, you think it looks suspiciously like Tangela.
“Yeah, it sort of does.” You don’t realize you’ve spoken out loud until you see Jungkook leaning on the counter, drinking coffee from one of your coffee cups. You rub the sleep from your eyes - it’s your very coveted Fruits Basket mug and you eye him suspiciously as you join him in the kitchen. “I swear I’ll untangle them tonight after work.”
You grunt, noncommittal. Your boyfriend gives you a soft smile – bunny teeth showing and eyes crinkling with delight at the corners. Despite being tired, you smile back, warmth spreading through you as he slides a premade mug of coffee to you just how you like it – two sugars and a splash of milk.
“Are you going to tell me about your super-secret work project?” Jungkook asks.
You join him leaning on the counter. He makes room to wrap an arm around you and you bury your face in the soft, grey cotton tee and inhale. He smells like florals and something headier – a smell that is just Jungkook. He is soft and warm and you want to fall asleep in his arms, coffee temporarily forgotten as you nuzzle him.
Laughter rumbles through his chest, low and soft like a distant summer storm. You look up at him, cheek pressed against his shoulder.
Even in the morning, Jungkook is so beautiful that you cannot help but fall in love with him all over again. It isn’t just his looks you love – it is the way he gets nervous around you even though you have dated for four years, it’s the competitive knit of his brow when he plays video games, the affectionate way he interacts with his viewers when he streams.
If someone had told you that the terribly shy guy who couldn’t make eye contact with you in all of your introduction classes as a college freshman would become a confident streamer and your boyfriend – you’d have told them they clearly never saw you try to ask Jungkook for notes on a missed lecture.
“Super-secret means you don’t get to know,” you remind him. You stand on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to the corner of his pout. He gives you round eyes and a quivering lip, making you growl at him. “Enough! No Bambi-eyes today, Kook.”
“Come on, Ace.”
“Ah!” you hush him, ignoring the use of your nickname – one that started out as a joke among your gaming friends for your aces in Valorant and eventually became your username. “No whining. I promise you’ll find out what I’m working on.”
He huffs. Jungkook is not petulant, but the two of you are always open and honest. There is very little you don’t know about the other, so when you started working on something at work and began dropping hints, Jungkook was less than enthused that you weren’t allowed to tell him.
Well – you could. But you wanted it to be a surprise.
“Can you at least give me a hint?” he asks as you sip your coffee. You hum thoughtfully. “A collab?”
“Fine – yes it’s a collab.”
Jungkook jumps up and down, nearly knocking the mug from your hand and nearly dropping your favorite mug from his. You hiss at him and snatch his mug. “Careful! You’re going to break Tohru.”
“Are you guys finally collaborating with Adidas?”
“I guess you’ll find out,” you tease, pulling away from him.
Jungkook pouts again but it’s not as deep this time. You laugh and not for the first time, you’re grateful that you have Jungkook.
Making friends had been increasingly difficult for you in college. As someone who was prone to being anti-social yourself, your head strong personality and taking charge of group projects was admired, but not ideal for making friends.
It didn’t help that like Jungkook, you spent an obscene number of hours at a pitiful gaming set up, eyes burning as you clawed your way through Valorant acts. You had been playing since the beta stage, making a name for yourself in the streaming and competitive scene. Your degree was in marketing – a tactical choice by you to learn how to market yourself in hopes of becoming a professional e-sports gamer and eventually opening your own company dedicated to marketing streamers and e-sports.
Now you were making a name for yourself with the first all-women professional Valorant team and you were super fucking proud of it. But no one was prouder than Jungkook. You remembered all the times he inserted himself in conversations to hype you: my girlfriend is actually a professional Valorant player – yeah first team full of women. Oh you play games? My girlfriend is a professional e-sports player. Yeah, I stream but my girlfriend is the real professional.
You could not ask for a better support system – and better friends. Jungkook is signed with a company for streaming as well – Bangtan Streaming – and he and his friends are incredible.
It’s weird to think that you were both so prominent in the gaming scene. While it did have the negatives – fans telling Jungkook that you were not good enough for him or worse, telling him that he was far better than gaming at you – there are so many amazing opportunities that both of your platforms have given you.
Grateful and lucky does not cover half of how you feel about your life.
The apartment you share downtown with Jungkook is larger than necessary – three bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms with floor to ceiling windows in the living room overlooking the city. You had learned the hard way in your previous apartment that sharing a gaming room was impossible – Jungkook is actively streaming and conversing with his viewers or doing sponsorships while you’re prone rage screaming in the background while practicing.
The separate room policy is definitely your fault.
Steam covers the bathroom mirror as you wrap yourself in a towel, combing through your hair as quickly as possible – you’re not behind yet, but you do have a habit of being late.
Jungkook comes shuffling in as you rinse your mouth from tooth paste, wiping it on a small towel by the sink. The towels that you have picked out, because you had introduced Jungkook to the concept of hand towels, face towels, decorative towels and body towels.
Why can’t I just use one? He had asked, earning a disgusted face from you.
Jungkook has come a long way from a single mattress on the floor with blue sheets and towels for pillows- though you have a sneaking suspicion he would still be living that way had you not taught him that there is more to life than bare basics.
Grabbing a blow dryer, you’re distracted when Jungkook settles behind you, wrapping hands around your waist. You glare at him in the mirror, knowing exactly where he is trying to go. He gives you doe-eyes, his attempt at innocence as he pulls your ass against his crotch.
“Jeon Jungkook,” you warn, plugging in the dryer. “No, I am going to be late.”
He leans closer to you, brushing wet strands of hair from your neck as he plants a soft kiss on the fresh skin. You hum lightly – it does feel good, the way his soft lips press against your skin. Goosebumps appear on your skin as he kisses closer to your neck, fingers tugging the towel slightly.
You turn the blow dryer on, pointing it right at his face and starling him. You burst with laughter as he steps back from you, blinking away from the sudden heat and noise of the machine.
“That’s your final warning,” you say pointedly to his scrunched-up reflection.
“Fine,” he grumbles. “Just wanted to eat you out, no big deal.” Liquid heat pools in your stomach at his words, but you stay strong, running the dryer over your damp hair. “You’re so mean.”
“I’ll make it up to you later.”
He hesitates. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
While Jungkook’s gentle nature does not always follow him into the bedroom, there are rare moments when he lets himself melt into you completely, lets you take control and guide him to shaking orgasms where he is breathy and full of tears.
Those moments are some of your favorite, where there is no dominance or fight in him, where he gives you absolute control and you can show him how good you can make him feel.
Suddenly you hate that you have been anticipating this surprise project for weeks, wanting nothing more than to turn the dryer off and mark him with your nails, teeth, fingers.
Focusing on getting dressed, you tell yourself that today is going to be fun. And it is – because Jungkook has no idea that Arsenic is collaborating with Bangtan Streaming today.
-
One of Jungkook’s favorite places to be is the BTS offices downtown. The building is cutting edge and each space inside is filled with thoughtful interior design – large spaces where people can relax and step away from the screens, a cafeteria with a variety of dietary options, a dark section of offices for group and individual gaming, and a single floor dedicated to filming spaces.
Jungkook’s favorite room at work is the dark music room that Yoongi had cut out for them. It has a focus on relaxation for those who were overstimulated for working long hours or doing charity streams on office campus.
Soft chairs, dim blue lighting and the option to put on headphones pre-set with lo-fi beats or listen to your own greet Jungkook early that morning as he waits for the final touches to be put on whatever shoot they were doing upstairs.
Run BTS episodes were almost always a surprise. He and the six other streamers that they have as their ‘streamline’ personalities cover a variety of content: Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung are focused on first person shooters and competitive games, Jimin and Hoseok both have monopoly on comfy games and laidback RPGs, while Namjoon and Yoongi are both into long campaigns.
That being said, they are all skilled at a wide variety. Jungkook came on the scene in college with his skill in Overwatch. Though he had started as a camera-off kind of streamer who got by on sheer skill, you had talked him into turning the camera on, assisting with the lighting and the background and everything.
Jungkook is so thankful for you that it is stupid. He is also insanely proud of you.
Even as he lays in the recliner, sifting through social media while listening to Yoongi’s curated playlist, he smiles when he comes across a photo of you on your Twitter – it’s a mirror selfie dropping hints at your super-secret project that he has tried to get out of you for week.
He had even spent a night going down on you multiple times in hopes of making you tired enough to let it slip – and because there are few things he liked more than eating you out – but you are stubborn and a steel box when it came to your work.
It’s fucking hot, though.
Lights are set up around the filming space as Jungkook goes upstairs. They’re shooting in one of the gaming rooms used for competitions and larger setups, rows of computers on elevated platforms in sponsored chairs and sleek setups for each station.
Over a dozen staff members move about the space, setting up. Cameras on tracks, cameras on shoulders, writers with scripts secured to clipboards, playback screens and directors, assistants running around with cups of coffee and gaffers tape to seal wires down to the floor.
Jungkook’s interest is piqued when he sees that the front of the elongated desk on the right side of the massive setup as ‘Bangtan Streaming’ on it while the other side is hidden by a sheet. He frowns as he approaches Taehyung, who is spinning in a gaming chair on the first row.
“Any idea what we’re doing today?” Jungkook asks, jerking a thumb at the empty set of gaming setups. Taehyung shakes his head, black curls bounding. Jungkook sticks a foot out, stopping the older from spinning until he vomits. “Think they’ll make us play some insanely modded game again?”
“Modded Skyrim,” Taehyung shivers. “The only place you can fight dragons as a chair.”
Jungkook hums his ascent.
The director calls for their attention and gathers five of them together. Namjoon is sitting on a beanbag watching the shoot take place – a fill for whatever their doing – while he shares a bag of popcorn with Hoseok, also a fill for today.
Without Namjoon as the active participant, Seokjin is assigned leadership duties. They each went down the line and are given their intros, letting them rehearse a few times before the director explains to them what they needed from them.
Run BTS is a large production, but it is also very loosely shot, with genuine real time reactions, staff helping giving clear directions, and stream of thought content. Jungkook loves shooting with his best friends – his brothers really – and there is always a prize at the end of each competition.
Jungkook loves winning.
Because that’s what it is – monthly episodes of them competing out of their element or within other fields of gaming and streaming that most of them are not used to.
They go through their intros, Jungkook doing his part and waiting as the director builds up what they are going to do for the day. He tries not to yawn, wishing he had made himself another cup of coffee instead of chasing you into the bathroom and hoping to get lucky.
You almost always indulge in him, but you were both busy this morning so he knows it was for the better.
“Today your teams have been chosen based on your first-person shooter abilities. The top three FPS players,” the director says. “Consists of Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung. However, your team also has two of the worst first-person shooters: Jimin and Yoongi.”
“Yah!” Yoongi yells, everyone immediately laughing. Seokjin slaps his hand on his leg as both Yoongi and Jimin start yelling, their complaints parroting back and forth. “I’m not even that bad!”
“You’re really good at other things,” Taehyung assures Yoongi, hand on his shoulder.
Yoongi shrugs Taehyungs hand off but seems appeased for the moment, making Jungkook laugh. His hands are linked behind his back as the director continues, “Today you’ll be competing in a small series against two e-sports professionals from Arsenic.”
Everyone’s eyes turn to Jungkook. He blinks in shock, looking at the door that the director gestures to. You walk in through the door waving, eyes finding Jungkook and glinting dangerously, warm smile turning into a smirk. You’re in jeans and a black and green zip up with Arsenic’s poison cloud logo on the front.
Jungkook is so stunned to see you that he doesn’t hear what the director is saying – something about a 5 vs. 2 Valorant tournament. And while it might sound absolutely insane to the views the collective seven boys have who religiously watch Run BTS, he knows that it isn’t.
You and your pink-haired teammate – Arya, he realizes when he finally snaps out of his daze -are good enough to take him and four teammates down in Valorant.
Jungkook takes a deep breath. It is his second to best game behind Overwatch, and he has played with you so much and watched so many of your matches that he knows every game mechanic and tactic you use.
Sensing that his eyes have drifted back to you, you give Jungkook a wolfish grin. Despite being at work, he feels arousal shoot straight to his dick. You’re so fucking sexy when you’re competitive and he loves when you surprise him.
It all makes sense now. Your refusal to tell him about your upcoming collaboration, the sly way you grinned at him this morning, your mounting nervousness. You always told Jungkook what was going on at work, even if it was top secret.
He narrows his eyes at you, a smile breaking out on his face as Arya introduces herself.
“I’m Arya better known as Arsenic Arya,” she grins, waving a hand. “I’m the eldest member of Arsenic, the first member of the team, and so far this act I am Immortal Three. I main Raze and Jett and I prefer fast, mobile play.”
There is a light, golf-style clap at your introduction. Jungkook’s eyes slide to you. You’re not looking at him, but he can see the twitch of that sensuous mouth as yours as you introduce yourself.
“I’m Y/N also known as Arsenic Ace –”
“Cause she be acing,” Taehyung and Jimin call out in singsong voices, making the room laugh.
Your eyes are shinning and Jungkook is falling falling falling for you, even though all you’re doing is standing in a room and working. “Yeah, that does happen. I was the third member of the team, and this act I already hit Radiant. I main Viper and Reyna and I prefer unpredictable, aggressive play.”
The rules are simple: there will be three rounds of games, each with a different set of rules, each handicapping either the stream team or the pro team.
Round One: Pros get to choose a map of their preference and they aren’t allowed to buy weapons on each first round of the half. The winning team will receive five points.
Round Two: Pros are only allowed to defend one plant site and are not allowed to rotate until their partner dies. The stream team gets to choose a map but may not choose Haven. The winning team will receive five points.
Round Three: Pros are not allowed to play agents that they are familiar with, but they may pick the map. The winning team will receive five points.
Bonus Round: One player from each team will go in a head-to-head Spike Rush match worth ten points.
“At the half when it’s time to switch sides, the stream team may select one of the standby players to take someone’s place. The points may be redeemed at the end of the tournament to ‘purchase’ items for dinner.”
Two production assistants role out food carts. Jungkook’s team immediately groans. The premium items are five points each, with side dishes sitting between two and three points and seasonings and ingredients being one point each.
Jungkook knows that his team isn’t bad – Taehyung is excellent at first person shooters. But as good as Seokjin’s aim is, he hates games that require excess utility which Valorant does, and Yoongi is a little bit helpless when it comes to player versus player games.
Rolling back on his feet Jungkook listens as Seokjin reads from a card about what kind of game Valorant is and what viewers can expect. He tries to keep his eyes from drifting to you – he's working, for fuck sake – but he knows that you’re paying attention to the directors with your hands laced behind your back.
A total professional. You've always been harder to influence than Jungkook when it comes to distractions – especially devious ones.
Suddenly, Jungkook can’t focus on anything but wanting to rile you. He knows he needs to focus up for his team – he's going to be their linchpin if they want to win. He is the most familiar with the game play beside Taehyung, and he knows you better than anyone else in the room.
Someone calls his name and he blinks in surprise, eyes go wide as he looks at the camera. Jimin is smirking next to him, his eyes half-moons as he tries to contain his laughter and Jungkook knows that he was caught starting at you.
Browser loading, is what you like to call it when he gets that faraway look. He loves the way you think it’s cute – instantly cooing at him and kissing him as he forgets what it was, he was drifting off about anyway.
“You’ll be the team’s best weapon today, right?” The director asks. “Valorant is your second most streamed game behind Overwatch and you’ve participated in charity streams in conjunction with Arsenic before.”
“Uh,” he starts out nodding, “Yeah - yes. I’ve played it a lot since beta. I recently hit Diamond Two this act.”
“And you have insider information, since Arsenic Ace is your girlfriend?”
Jungkook flushes red and looks at his shoes. He notices that the white Nikes no longer have scuff marks, and it occurs to him that you must have heard him complaining about them and clean them. His heart swells and he warm further, nodding his head.
“Yes, I’m very familiar with her style. She won’t take it easy on us, though.”
They pause filming to set up near the computers.
Jungkook rushes over to you. You turn to him with a grin. “Surprise,” you whisper. “You’re not mad, are you?”
“No - this is so cool. How did this come about?”
“Jin actually proposed it a bit ago to Arya when they were at some sort of co-op event for Twitch. When she brought it up, she asked if I would want to do the program and I obviously said yes. I wanted to surprise you.”
“Oh I'm surprised.” He looks you up and down. You’re dressed simply, but he can smell you this close – you smell like the apartment you share and a light, floral fragrance. The combination of home and florals makes him dizzy. “Want to make a wager?”
You’re already ahead of him. “Loser has to submit,” you whisper to him. “You want to risk that? Want to risk being fucked dumb, baby?”
Your words shoot straight to his cock and he swears he’s about to pop hard on right there. He licks his lips, finding that he needs water – now.
“Come on, Jeon,” you croon, biting your bottom lip and pulling at the hem of his shirt. “Make the bet. I win and I get to do whatever I want to you tonight. You win and I’m yours.”
“You’re already mine.”
You narrow your eyes. “Bet or no?”
Jungkook knows it’s a win-win scenario. Either he’s going to have you lying on your back, begging for his cock to split you open or you’ll sink that pretty pussy down on him and make him sit there while you touch him gently all over. Or you’ll make him sit on his hands while you lick the tip of his cock gently, kittenish and teasing until he’s begging you fuck him, begging you to sit on his face, to anything.
“You’re on,” he growls. He has to adjust he’s jeans when you back away. Your eyes follow the movement, raising your brow as you do.
“Just don’t forget you’re not allowed to be a sore loser.”
-
“No,” you hear Jungkook yelling even through your headphones. “Don’t enter Viper’s ult. You light up red when you enter, and she’ll see you before you see her. Jin – stop shooting at spike, she doesn’t sit on spike in her ult, she shift walks to keep movement unpredictable and lure you in.”
Jungkook is trying and failing to get his team to listen to him. Seokjin plays too eager, shooting at the planted spike in your smoke and immediately giving you away. You throw your snake bite venom onto the spike, making it so that anyone who tries to diffuse will take damage fast.
Rotating out of Viper’s ultimate, you spot Seokjin exactly where he was shooting at you from ropes and tap him once. Seokjin let’s out a roar of frustration as you grin and enter your ult, the spike beeping a faster rhythm.
Arya spectates next to you, having been taken out by Jungkook before plant. She managed to take Jimin with her, and now it’s just you and Yoongi, who plays very tentatively with Sage.
You tune out Jungkook’s coaching of his older teammate while you navigate the green smoke. It’s match point of the first round – which you have handedly raced to a 12 – 4 score.
Sage walls under you suddenly, sending Viper up and out of ult. You’re fast, jumping down and locating the red outline on spike, one tapping Yoongi’s Sage and dropping her.
Arya screams as you win the game, pulling your headphones all the way off and rolling your sweat a little backward to grin at Jungkook. He is leaned back in his chair, patting Yoongi on the back who is now grumbling about why was I chosen for a player verse player game?
The second round goes better for the stream team as you’ve started calling them for the tournament. With the rules of the second round tying you to a sight until your teammate dies, you and Arya decide to pick Sentinels, agents whose purpose are to lockdown and defend site.
You’re not terrible with Chamber by any means, his utility almost giving you a dualist advantage, but the map is big and rotating while the stream team plants the spike after killing Arya is hard.
Thankfully, they don’t call you Ace for no reason.
Though Arya gets two herself as Jett, you grin like a maniac as you nail your fourth ace, killing all four of the stream team in rapid succession with Chamber’s ultimate – a sniper that not only works better than the op, but is a little easier to aim.
The chat in the bottom left screen starts lighting up, making you giggle
Jungkook.97: you are sweaty
Jungkook.97: touch grass
Jungkook.97: you can sleep on the couch
ArsenicAce: Can’t hear u over the sound of my ace and clutch <3
Jungkook makes it his only mission to take you out. His gameplay changes and you realize that Jungkook and Taehyung are more focused on eliminating you from site early to rush the plant before locking it down and fending off Arya.
The plan works in that it doesn’t: they do manage to eliminate you early in rounds when they rush your site, but Arya is good. She rotates fast, using Jett’s mobility to give her room to re-take site. When she gets an operator, they drop like flies, your teammate hitting every snipe.
You take round two but barely – finishing the round 13-10.
Jungkook continues spamming the chat – teasing you through text even though he’s not that far away. You smirk, fingers rapid fire on the keys as the stream team decides to swap out Yoongi (who is so relieved he cheers) for Namjoon at the beginning of round three.
Namjoon gives them the luck that he needs. Because you and Arya aren’t allowed to select agents that you’re familiar with, you make blunders early on when trying to use the utility of your characters. You’ve play Phoenix once in your life, managing to blind yourself around every corner and blind Arya multiple times.
After getting yourself smoked enough times, you stop using your utility altogether.
Arya doesn’t fare any better. She's taking the lead on the strategy, trying to use Sova to gather utility but she shoots her recon darts too high, too short and has killed you once or twice with her shock darts.
You are a laughing mess, wiping tears from your eyes as Namjoon defuses the spike after Arya shot her shock dart up into the sky screaming, “I have lineups!”
Her lineup fried you as you rotated onto site, her laughter so sudden and hysterical that it left her open to be taken out by Taehyung.
You lose the third round – graciously, of course – 6-13.
The bonus round is the only way that they can win, but everyone is laughing. Arya pats you on the head, nominating you for the 1 v. 1 before you can discuss it. Jungkook is not only the obvious choice when you’re selected to represent Arsenic, but he wants this.
He is hungry to beat you. The promise of getting to do whatever he wants to you for too good of a prize to let it go.
You go for the surprise agent selection. Jungkook expects you to puck Viper or Reyna – perhaps even Omen.
You go for Yoru. His favorite agent to play. You’re unsurprised when he tries to throw you off as well – Jungkook selects Chamber and you know he’s hoping the extra weapons utility will give him an edge.
Spike Rush is different. You load with full utility – no ultimate – and the guns are random. And it’s Jungkook’s demise immediately when you spawn first round with a sheriff. Blinding him is easy and it takes a one tap to win.
“YAH SHE SHOULDN’T BE ALLOWED SHERIFF’S!” Jungkook hollers, making you laugh. You can hear the frustration as the second round starts. “WHO USES THE SHORTY? NO ONE!”
It takes Jungkook all of 40 seconds to kill you with said bucky and correct his stance to, “SHORT IS AWESOME. EAT SHELLS.”
ArsenicAce: Lucky, Jeon.
Jungkook.97: EAT SHELLS
Jungkook is competitive. You feel a surge of frustration – not because you’re tied and not because he’s being mean – but because you are just as competitive and you want to win. You focus, going quiet as the round stars with an operator.
You let Jungkook onto sight before using Yoru’s dimensional drift, running past him and appearing down the same hall he came down. You pick him off so easily you hear the screech.
You’re one win away from the prize. Your heart rate speeds up as the round starts, but there was no reason to worry. You exchange fire with him but you land a headshot, making Jungkook scream in frustration.
Quick as possible, you rapid fire a message into the chat.
ArsenicAce: dominated.
You grin. It’s a promise and you bothknow it.
-
You’re swinging your legs back and forth, sipping a glass while sitting on the island counter when Jungkook walks in. He stops and looks at you, dropping his bag by the door and staring at you, a soft pout on his lips.
The wine is a sweet red, fruity on your tongue. Once the shoot was over, you kissed him goodbye and promised to meet him at home. He had grumbled a response, looking at his shoes and shifting from foot to foot.
Now he’s hesitating by the door. His eyes are wide and his lips downturned, Jungkook not leaving the safe haven of the doorway. You crook a finger at him, beckoning him. He shakes his head, pout deepening.
You click your teeth at him. “Kookie.”
“It wasn’t fair,” he says softly, looking at his shoes and kicking the wooden floor lightly. He looks so young when he does this – eyes round, lips full, the bottom lip stuck out more just a little bit more than the top lip, shoulders tucked and voice soft. “You’re a pro.”
“Life isn’t fair.”
“Yeah but I didn’t stand a chance.”
“You stood plenty of a chance. It was 5 vs. 2.”
“Still,” he huffs. “You guys are like a million ranks above my team.”
Setting your glass of wine down, the clink of the glass on the marvel is loud in the empty space between you. You lean forward, elbows on knees as you level a glare at your boyfriend. He chews the corner of his lips.
Nervous. He wanted to be in control today – you know he did. His little moves in the bathroom that morning hinted that he was itching to pin you down to the bed and make a mess of you.
Too bad he lost.
“You’re being a sore loser, Jungkookie.” He says nothing, nibbling his lip. “What did we talk about?”
“Not being a sore loser.”
“Come here.” Your voice is soft, almost a croon. “Have some of my wine, baby.”
The gentle voice pulls him toward you. His eyes are soft and brown, so beautiful that you feel yourself soften as he nears you. He smells like faded cologne and a little bit of sweat after a long day, but he smells like Jungkook and you love that.
Leaning back, you widen your legs so that he can slot himself between them. You grab your glass of wine and bring it up to his lips. His brown eyes are hypnotizing as he lets you tilt the glass gently, careful to not spill it all over him.
Jungkook’s throat bobs as he sips the wine. You pull it away, a red bead running down his chin. You lean forward, kissing the wine messily, tongue sneaking out to taste his skin and wine. He makes a breathy sound as you pull away.
“Sweet?” you murmur. He nods, eyes focused only on you. Gently, to brush the hair from his face. It’s longer on the top now, the side and underneath shaved. You love running your fingers through his hair only to scratch the short hair at the nap of his neck.
“Go shower,” you instruct him with a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Then get in bed. No clothes.”
He nods lips twitching in a smile. “Want you now though.”
You hum, squeezing his hips with your knees. “Wanna make you clean so I can get you all dirty again.”
Something like a moan escapes his lips and he reluctantly pulls away from you. He’s no longer the pouting, pride-wounded boy at the door. You can see you’ve enticed him now – soft dominance is the play now that you know his mood.
You hear the shower turn on. You’ve already showered, having slipped into a sheer lingerie set, the bra, garter belt and panties all sheer, skin tone mesh with white daises and pink, lace lining. It’s a contrast for the black sets you usually where when in charge, a fresh change to surprise Jungkook.
Though you hear him get out the shower, you don’t go into your bedroom right away. You move around the kitchen, grabbing glasses of water to place on the nightstand. Slowly, you walk into the room.
It’s dim, the only light the orange glow of the salt lamp on the dresser. Jungkook is laying on the bed, damp hair pushed out of his face. He is gloriously naked, sprawled with his hands fiddling with the chains around his neck.
And he’s half hard.
You smirk, knowing that Jungkook probably teased himself in the shower, too excited to be patient. You set the glasses of water on the nightstand and he reaches for you. You hiss at him and smack his hands away, making him frown and drop them on either side.
Jungkook is so perfect. Not just because his body is defined by tone muscle with a waist narrow enough to make you jealous, but because it’s his body. Because it holds everything you hold dear, because it keeps him happy and healthy.
You sit near his feet, eyes only for him. Smooth skin, flushed cheeks and neck, half-hard cock that is turning red at the tip. Your mouth waters.
“Did you touch yourself in the shower?” He shakes his head but doesn’t meet your eyes. You hum, pinching his ankle to make him look at you. “Did you touch yourself a little bit in the shower, Jungkookie? You can be honest with me.”
“Yes.”
“What were you think about?”
“You. Your mouth. Want it so fucking bad.”
“Yeah?” He nods. “Want to feel my mouth around your pretty cock? Want me to lick the tip just the way you like, want me to choke on it?”
“Fuck yeah.”
You smirk a bit. “Touch yourself for me. Show me how you did it, how you like to be touched.”
“You know how I like to be touched.”
You pinch his ankle again and he whines. Licking his lips, Jungkook lifts a hand to grip his cock in his hand. You stop him before he can stroke the shaft, drawing his wide-eyes on you, confused at what he did wrong.
Crawling forward, you straddle his knees. His breath quickens as you lean over him, gathering spit in your mouth and letting it dribble onto the tip of his dick. He curses under his breath. “Stroke your cock for me.” Your voice is a gentle caresses. “Get it nice and hard for me.”
Jungkook is breathy. You feel warm all over, your head emptying of thoughts as you watch his pretty, tattooed hand stroke up and down his cock. The only sound is that of the slick spit and precum he gathers at the tip, spreading it like lubrication. His breath quickens, your eyes focused on his cock. He whines and you look up.
“Hmm?”
“Want your hands.”
“Hmm. No. Want to get you nice and ready for me, yeah?” His knees shift under you. “Here, let me motivate you.”
Carefully, you pull the hoodie off your body, revealing the floral bra. Jungkook moans out loud then, head hitting the back of your headboard. You grin, sliding off of him to shimmy out of the sweatpants.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so pretty.”
“Thank you.” You lean forward and give him a fleeting kiss on the lips. He chases after your mouth but you dance away from him, straddling his knees again. “Come on, baby. Just a little more. Need some more of my spit?”
He nods. You lean forward and spit on the tip of his cock again, making his hips twitch upward. “Go on,” you urge. “You’re being such a sweet boy for me.”
Jungkook’s eyes flutter as he closes them, stroking his cock with slow, even paces. You lightly run your nails up and down his thighs and he shivers violently, squeezing the base of his cock as you draw light sounds of him.
“Does that feel good?” You ask and he nods quickly. His pace has gotten faster. “Ah, slow.”
“Fuck,” he curses. “Please touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
“Want you to touch my cock.”
“Then listen to me.”
“I’m sorry.”
His voice is so gentle that it makes you lean forward, surprising him as you steal a kiss from him. He drops his hands from his cock, fisting the sheets as you lick into his mouth, leading the kiss. It’s gentle and sloppy, Jungkook tilting his face up to you as you run your fingers through his hair, pulling lightly.
Another shiver goes through him as your run your nails against his scalp. You smile into the kiss, sucking his tongue gently. He whimpers.
“Want me to suck your cock like that?” You ask him. You pull back and he sticks his tongue out for you, nodding and pliant. “Ask nicely,” you mutter before dipping back down and sucking his tongue back into your mouth, brushing yours against his. “And maybe I’ll do it.”
“Please,” he asks quickly. “Want to feel your mouth so bad.”
You hum thoughtfully. Your mouth leaves his, pressing wet kisses along his jaw. You nip marks into him, leaving him panting underneath you. Your tongue traces his jaw, licking up to his ear. You nibble lightly on his lobe before whispering. “So sweet for me.”
Kissing down his neck sets a fire in Jungkook. His chest is flushed red, the coloring beautiful as it reaches up his neck. You pull at his sensitive skin with gentle teeth, laving over it with your tongue to sooth the sting.
Jungkook white knuckles the sheets as you pause at his chest, looking up at him through your lashes as your tongue darts out to circle a single, dusky nipple. Jungkook keens, the sound high pitch and faint. Carefully, you nip the bud gently, Jungkook bucking beneath you.
It’s hot – it’s more than hot. You watch his every reaction as you kiss across his chest to lick at his other nipple. His chest is rising and falling at a rapid rate as he pants, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he squeezes his eyes shut, squirming beneath you. You’re barely touching him but Jungkook has always been sensitive – especially when he’s not in control.
With your eyes still on him, you shuffle down the bed, kissing him every inch of the way. His eyes are back on you, half-lidded and hazy as he stares. You smile up at him, knowing that he’ll do whatever you ask. You love him like this, so needy for you, so willing to give you over every ounce of control and trust.
It fills you with pride, knowing that when he wants to grab your hair, he’s grabbing the sheets instead. Jungkook has learn to control himself, and it’s all so that you can please him.
“You’re so perfect,” you whisper. You grab his heavy cock in your hand. He sighs in relief. He’s hard and aching, thick girth begging for attention. You squeeze the base of his dick lightly as you lick the tip so lightly that he whines. “Love having you like this for me. Love when you let me take care of you.”
“Please,” he whispers.
You hum in response, bending down to suck just the crown of Jungkook’s cock in your mouth. He lets out a loud moan, increasing in volume as your tongue circles the tip. You come off of him with a gentle pop but you down pull away. instead, your tongue leisurely tracing the vein under his cock.
“Fuck,” Jungkook curses loudly. “Can I touch you?”
“Nope,” you chirrup. “Hands to yourself. I’ll let you know when you can touch me.”
“Haven’t I been good?”
“I don’t know,” you hum. “You’ve not been super patient.”
“I’m sorry.”
The whine in his voice makes you smile. “That’s okay. Just relax for me, yeah?”
You feel him not more than you see him. You run your hands up and down his thick thighs, placing soft kisses on the flesh. Deciding to reward him for his patience, you give his dick a few slow strokes before you take him in your mouth in earnest.
Little sounds escape his mouth as he closes his eyes. You watch every minute expression on his face, the way his brows crease in pleasure, the way his mouth falls open as he gasps when you sink the warmth of your mouth down on him, hollowing your cheeks for extra suction.
Jungkook is beautiful getting blown. He is so expressive, head rolling to the side. He pants, sweat beading on his chest as you bob your head, making sure to suck him loud and sloppy, just the way he likes it.
For what you can’t reach, you pump with your hand, moving in a steady tandem as he twists the sheets in his hands, thighs and hips jumping with twitches as he moans. You pull off him again, gathering your spit to let it drip from your lips to his tip, pumping his cock faster with a firm hand, twisting at the top the way he likes.
Your boyfriend is melting beneath you.
“Gonna cum if you don’t stop,” he rasps, voice rough. He nods – more to himself than you. “Gonna cum.”
You feel it, the twitch in your hand. You pump him faster and as he begins to twist himself into the sheets, you let go. Jungkook’s eyes snap open with wild fury as you crawl away from him, grinning and settling on your knees just a foot away from him.
“No!” he protests, throwing his head back against the headboard. “Please make me cum please make me come please.”
His begging is cute and soft. You crawl forward, hushing him with a kiss that is more gentle than you’re being with his dick. He licks into your mouth, hungry and wanting, hands pulling at your thighs. He tries to steer you toward his cock but you’re firm, nails digging into the tops of his shoulders.
“Sweet boys make their girlfriends cum first.”
“Yes,” he agrees, looking up at you with blown pupils and pure adoration. You tuck damp strands of hair behind his ear. “Please let me touch you. Want to make you cum.”
“Touch me where, hmm?”
“Sit on my face,” he answers with no hesitation. “Please. Want to taste you.”
“Take these off me, then.”
Jungkook moves too fast. You smack foreheads and groan, holding your head where his hit yours. He apologizes, taking your face in his hands and kissing the spot. You smile as he kisses your lips and murmurs one more apology before his hands, trembling with the denied orgasm, are pulling at the dainty underwear.
“These are beautiful,” Jungkook murmurs. He slides the material down your legs and you help him get them off you. He places them delicately on the bed instead of tossing them. “You’re beautiful. And good at gaming.”
“Yeah?” You push him back. Jungkook slides down the bed, head resting on pillows as you climb up his body. You grab him by the chin gently, making him look at you. “I deserve a good orgasm after winning today, hmm? Going to congratulate me?”
He nods and sticks his tongue out. You know what he’s asking for. You gather spit in your mouth, letting it pool from yours to his. He folds his tongue back in his mouth, swallowing before opening again. You grin at him, so fucking turned on that it takes all of your control not to tell him to fuck you senseless right there.
“Fuck you’re so good,Jungkook.”
His grin is blinding.
Shifting, you carefully put your knees on either side of his head, hovering your dripping core over his eager mouth. You moan breathily when you feel the heat of his breath on your pussy, breath caught in your throat.
“You’re so wet,” he breathes, the words ghosting over your slit. You look down between your legs, where Jungkook is fixated. He licks his lips and lifts his mouth upward, giving a tentative lick that has you sighing in relief. “Mmmm.
“Go on,” you encourage him. With one hand, you hold the headboard. The other cards gently through his hair. “Make me cum, baby.”
Jungkook hums. His hands go to your waist, pulling your pussy further down to his mouth. Your eyes shut and a shaky breath slides through you as he starts to take slow, long licks from hole to clit. The feeling of his rough tongue slowly sliding through your folds makes you grip his hair harder.
Little sounds of pleasure escape him, sighs and humming and moans as he fastens his mouth to your clit, sucking gently. Pleasure shoots through you, your thighs turning soft and jelly as Jungkook begins to eat you out in earnest.
Messy sounds of Jungkook licking, sucking and fucking your hole with his tongue feel the room, accompanied by your soft praises. A steady hum has settled in your stomach, growing as he sucks particularly harshly on your clit.
“Fuck that feels so good, Jungkook.” You rock your hips against his mouth and he flattens his tongue, letting you fuck yourself on his face. “You know exactly how to eat my pussy, don’t you?”
“Mmmm.” His tongue circles your clenching hole a few times before sliding back up to suckle on your clit. “Love eating your pussy.”
“Yeah? Love it when I fuck myself on your tongue?”
“Yes.”
“God, you’re going to make me fucking cuuuum.” You’re panting, barely able to catch your breath. You feel hot all over as your hips take over, finding a rhythm that has you resting your head on the headboard, gasping as you chase your orgasm. “Fuck, Jungkook – so fucking good keep going.”
He hums, fingers digging into the meat of your ass as he helps you ride his face further. “Please cum,” he gasps between harsh sucks on your bundle of nerves. “Wanna taste it. Please.”
It’s the way he sucks on your clit hard and the way he asks so sweetly for your cum that sends you flying over the edge. You squeeze your eyes shut, cursing and pulling his hair tightly as you cum undone, thighs shaking, lungs heaving as you ask for air.
You’re dizzy with the force of your orgasm, muscles in your thighs jumping as Jungkook licks at your hole lazily, not letting a drop go to waste. You sag against the headboard, catching your breath and running your fingers through Jungkook’s hair gently.
“Fuck that felt so good,” you whisper. “Love when you let me ride your face.”
You shift back down so you’re straddling his waist. Jungkook’s lips are wet with spit and cum, the perfect combination. You grab him by the chin, leaning down to swallow his moans as you kiss him fiercely, leading him through the kiss.
Jungkook’s heart rattles against your other palm, skipping and beating and dancing. It beats in time with yours, two wild hearts ready to burst through your ribcage. You love Jungkook so much it hurts sometimes, especially in moments like this where you need no other language but the whisper of skin on skin, the smack of your lips.
“Need you,” Jungkook whispers between messy kisses made of tongue and teeth. “Please. Want to feel good with you.”
“Yeah?” You purr, running nails lightly up his chest. You leave pink marks in its wake. “Gonna let me bounce on your cock?” He nods as you rake your nails back down, just a little harder, angry red lines chasing your hands. “Gonna let me cum first since I won?” Jungkook nods again. “Take this off me.”
Slow hands rub up your thighs, your hips. Jungkook is delicate as he unhooks the garter belt from you, dropping it next to you. His hands are rough from years of different activities. Goosebumps follow in the wake of his hands as they trace your soft curves to your breasts. He squeezes you over the bra, thumbs lightly brushing back and forth across your nipples. You sigh, lids closing as you let him explore your skin.
It's like Jungkook can’t tough enough of you, hands skating up and down your back, felling the pattern of your spin, molding his fingers and hands to the muscles of your back. He unhooks your bra on the second try. You angle your arms so that it’s easier for him to pull it off. The fabric scratches your skin lightly, making you feel overheated and electric.
You look at Jungkook and see a single thing: adoration.
No matter who is leading the way, no matter if the sex is rough or soft or a quicky in the car on a lunch break, Jungkook looks at you with unbound adoration. You’ve been together for years and even when you tried out something new with awkward, tangled limbs and bumping foreheads, you could look at him when you were hesitant and see how much he loved you.
See how much he needed you.
That fire spurs you onward. You love him just as much, especially when he makes a gasping sound as you grab his cock, running the tip up and down your slit, wetting him enough to sink slowly down on him.
Your gaze is locked on watching him as you slowly spear yourself on his cock. The stretch doesn’t hurt – it fills you up, making everything tight and full and wonderful. Your thighs shake, still recovering from the orgasm Jungkook gave you a few seconds ago but you don’t care.
Stuffed full of his cock and fully seated, you watch as the muscles in his body twitch and flex. His entire body reacts to you, especially when you clench your walls on him, grinning as he trembles beneath you.
Jungkook looks up at you with those soft eyes, fists at his side and waiting for you to do something, to do anything.
“What do you want, baby?” you ask him. “Tell me what you want.”
“Want to touch you?”
You roll your hips experimentally, both of you gasping as his dick reaches the deepest parts of you. “Touch me how? Use your words.”
“Wanna suck those tits while you fuck me.”
You trace your hands up your sides slowly, brushing them over your body. You push your breasts together as you slowly begin to roll your hips, sliding up and down his girth. Jungkook makes tiny little sounds under you, veins in his neck flexing.
“Yeah?” you ask using the power of your thighs to fuck yourself on him slowly. “Want to give that beautiful mouth something to do while I get off?”
He nods. “Sit up for me, then. Lean against the headboard.”
Careful not to pull out of you, Jungkook shifts so that he can lean against the headboard. You’re in his lap, fully seated. Jungkook’s obsession with your tits comes out in full form when you’re in charge, his mouth hungrily seeking your right nipple.
A light sigh escapes your mouth as you set a steady pace, rolling your hips to pull you forward and back on his cock. Jungkook moans as his tongue flicks back and forth over your nipple, sucking gently while his hand comes to play with the other.
Your hands dig into his shoulders for support, pushing on the muscle there to lift your hips every time you roll forward, coming down a little harder on his cock as you do. He pants against your chest, kissing all the skin accessible to him as you focus on the tip of his cock brushing your g-spot. You shift a little and find it, a moan forming his name escaping your lips.
“Fuck,” he curses softly. “Feels so good.”
“Yeah? You like it when I fuck you like this?” He nods, nose brushing the valley of your breasts. “You like it when I beat you at video games too, don’t you? You complain about it but I see the way you look at me after.”
You up the pace, bounding fully in his lap. His hands continue to squeeze and massage your breasts, heightening your rippling pleasure every time you sink down on his cock. Jungkook makes you feel so good and even though your words are tight and a growl, you’re coming undone for him. You always come undone for him.
“Love when I kick your ass, hmm?”
“Yes.”
“Love showing off how good I am to all your friends, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck,” you growl. “You’re so fucking perfect Jungkook. Love the way you make me feel, love the sounds you make, love you.”
“Please cum,” he pants. “Not gonna last if you keep doing that. Please.”
Your right hand goes from his shoulder to his neck. You look down at him first, watching for a reaction. He nods his head subtly, leaning back on the headboard and closing his eyes, letting you take control as his hands rests on your hips, applying a little pressure to help you bounce on him.
“So fucking pliant for me,” you gasp, your fingers inching to the edge of his throat. You don’t squeeze as much as you use his pressure points as a place to put your weight. His eyes are fluttering behind closed lids, breathing coming out in soft gasps between swollen and bitten lips. “Such a good fucking boyfriend, so fucking sweet.”
Jungkook hums under your praise. You fuck yourself onto him earnestly, hearing skin against skin, feeling the sweat of sliding bodies, the thick tension in the air. Your stomach coils and your head falls back as you gasp, feeling your orgasm wind and wind and wind until it snaps.
You gasp through it, slowing your hips slightly and shaking as you cum hard around him. Jungkook digs his fingers into your hips, bruising and scratching your flesh. He’s trying not to cum, you can feel him panting beneath you.
You duck your lips to his ear, nipping lightly as you whisper, “Cum baby.” You give his neck a tiny squeeze. “Cum for me.”
Jungkook does. He goes rigid beneath you, head digging into the headboard as you let go of his throat. He seizes harder as the blood rushes through him. You kiss his brow, his hairline, his nose, his temple as he cums, quivering beneath you.
Gently, you still your movements on top of him. It is sticky between you, chest on chest, his arms wrapped around your hips. You’re both panting, hot breath fanning the other. You run your hands through his hair repeatedly, kissing him all over his face as he catches his breath.
Slowly, you lean over toward the nightstand, his softening cock falling out of you. You hate the loss of him, wincing slightly as you feel a mix of cum running down your thighs. You leave it alone, grabbing a glass of water and bringing it back to him.
Jungkook opens his eyes, looking up at you like you hold the stars in the night sky for him. You smile gently as he accepts the water, taking large, solid gulps.
He leans up when he finishes the glass to press a firm, sweet kiss on your lips. Your hands tangle in the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck.
“Thanks for not being a sore loser,” you murmur against his lips, smiling.
He gives your hips a squeeze. “Oh that’s because I want a rematch.”
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Summary: When a blizzard hits your town, you and your shy awkward roommate are forced to spend time together, not being able to leave the house due to the strong snowstorm. To make matters worse, the power gets cut in the middle of his shower. Which also means no heating.
Genre: roommate au, domestic au, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers
Warnings: bit of a slow burner, vanilla!Jungkook, virgin!reader, dry humping, penetrative sex, fingering, oral (m receiving), losing virginity, shy soft boy Koo with a crush and a noona kink, your heart could possibly burst from how cute he is
Word Count: 15.5k oops
A/N: (This fic is written in parallel to Heatwave, with an opposing concept in mind. You don’t have to read Heatwave to read this, but it would be interesting and funny to see the differences in the two scenarios that both lead to roommates hooking up.) Also, happy birthday, bunny boy! Sorry this was a day late, I was honestly swarmed. I love you, koo. Writing this very much gave me a bias crisis but it was all worth it. Enjoy! :”)
genre: TOO MUCH SMUT? just smut, smut, and more smut. graphic smut scenes, multiple orgasms, daddy kink, cum play, overstimulation, oral (both male and female receiving), dom!jungkook but it changes…later, public oral (someone else is receiving tho), nipple play, hell amount of spanking, they just fuck in every way that they can lol, the story literally begins with smut and ends with smut…no between, fluff too if you push too hard
summary: you’re taking a very interesting course this semester —sound psychology, and jeon jungkook, being the fuckboy he’s always been, has an idea to record you while having sex for the assignment which was given.
A/N: Soooooo this is a fic I’ve been working on since February, FEBRUARY! And it’s finally done. I’m really so so so proud of this fic. I worked super hard on it. It’s a fic about love and healing, coming back to a loved one after something shakes their relationship to the core. It’s uplifting and comforting and it makes my heart warm. I hope you guys enjoy it! Really huge thank you to @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia, @ppersonna for sticking with me and reading every little change I’ve made to it!
Silence – the absence of sound is sometimes deafening.
In silence, true silence, other sounds tend to bleed in like a gentle hum.
In Jeon Jeongguk’s silence everything is always louder – the clock ticking away seconds, the sound of his own heart beating catastrophically slow, the sound of gentle breathing across the room.
It drives him insane.
It drives him up the wall.
He’s been so used to sitting in silence that everything just sounds so fucking loud.
The way nails are currently scratching against the rich fabric of the arm chair across from him.
The sound of a bus honking in the distance.
It all resounds through his skull.
“-Guk. Jeongguk?”
Taking a sharp breath, he looks up at the nail scratching culprit.
“Yes, Dr. Kim,” he breathes, loosening his tie.
“Namjoon, please. Do you-Do you want to talk about your progress this week?” Kim Namjoon inquires, looking down at his clipboard.
Guk tilts his head, watching Namjoon’s fingers card through the multitude of sheets.
What has he written down?
“There’s been no progress this week.” he replies, looking down at his lap.
Dr. Kim nods astutely. “Well it takes time for people to come back to themselves… as well as others after what your wife went through. It’s only natural.”
The only thing that Jeongguk thinks is how unnatural life is at the moment.
“Are you experiencing anger?”
Yes.
“Experiencing grief or loss for what your life used to be?”
Oh, yes.
“Are you trying to be strong for her when you can barely stand on your own?”
Fuck, yes.
“No.” Jeongguk states, looking up at the therapist.
↬ description: when you’re stuck in a near-death situation, your high school crush, now your bodyguard, begins to regret ever rejecting you 5 years ago.
pairing — jungkook x female reader
genre — fluff, smut, angst
rating — 18+
word count — 2.6k
warnings/tags — bodyguard!au, bodyguard!jk, idol!reader, softdom!jk, sub!reader, unrequited love, explicit smut, rejection, a little pining, active shooter situation, mentions of guns, mentions of death, death threats, attempted murder, jk regrets a lot, making out, teasing, foreplay, fingering, finger sucking, choking, dirty talk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, ladies & gents), indirect confession, mentions of body worship, love-making, gets a bit fluffy near the end
If you had known Jeon Jungkook would be filling in the role as your bodyguard, you would’ve never gone through with it.
Your first love, Jeon Jungkook.
Your crush on him back in high school was a pretty big one. So big, your whole year group knew about it, and that meant Jungkook knew as well. You assumed he wouldn’t care, but in fact he did.
He cared enough to tell you the feelings weren’t mutual.
Since then, you avoided him for the remainder of the year before going off to university. You couldn’t bring yourself to be in his presence after that, and you were lucky to have not bumped into him during that time.
Here you are now, 23 years old, world-renowned artist, squeezed into a limo and forced to sit in between Jungkook and his associate. You were on your way back from what you thought was nothing more than a red carpet event, but it was far from it.
Multiple rumours were circulating that there was an attacker present at the event you attended earlier today, threatening to fire a gun at you, and in all honesty, you weren’t too phased since these ‘threats’ were always empty.
“You can never be too cautious, Y/N,” Jungkook scolds you, equipping his wires under his bulletproof vest beneath his dress shirt and fixing his in-ears. Your carelessness was something he hated, and the fact that you didn’t care much about the threat only proved his point further.
“Jungkook, it’s really not that deep. Almost a hundred people have sent me death threats, and here I am, standing in front of you, alive and well,” you say, your arms out by your side to show him that really, you were perfectly fine.
You were minding your own business, flashing a smile at all the cameras in front of you, pulling different poses, when the piercing sound of what you failed to fear most, sounded across the venue.
Any normal person would make a run for it, which is what everyone did, except for you. You were stuck in a state of shock, standing on the red carpet and watching everyone panic.
If it wasn’t for Jungkook, you’d be 100% dead by now. With his quick thinking and fast reflexes, he was able to join you on the carpet, grabbing tightly at your wrist and dragging you away from the scene to somewhere more safe.
He was muttering a bunch of code into his earpiece, something along the lines of you being escorted out through the back of the venue.
And that brings you here, in the car whilst Jungkook’s associate went on about extra precautionary measures.
“We’ve prepared a safe house for you both to stay in indefinitely.”
Safe house?
Mentions of the safe house certainly woke you up. “You mean, locking us up in a house with no outside contact, and no fresh air? Do we at least get internet?”
Jungkook stayed silent, knowing he had no choice but to abide since it was his job.
“Miss L/N, we can’t take any risks. We’ve had to cut off the internet in the safe-house in case the perpetrator tracks it back to your personal devices. We’ve upped our cyber security, but we just can’t risk the shooter getting to you.”
It all sounded like too much. It sounded suffocating.
“Besides, you’ll have Mr Jeon joining you on your stay. You guys have history, no? It shouldn’t be too bad.”
Your body went stiff.
You and Jungkook had gone two years without high school being mentioned and this was probably the worst time to think about him rejecting you 5 years ago.
Neither of you said a word after that, silently driving to the safe-house and when you got there, Jungkook escorted you inside, following behind you and closing the door.
Much to your surprise, all of your belongings were stuffed in a suitcase by the front door.
At least you saved time on packing.
The safe house wasn’t too bad, it looked like an average family home. The curtains were forced shut, restricting any possible line of sight into the house. There were certain places marked ‘x’ on the floor, indicating the spots you weren’t allowed to stand on.
“You should probably get out of that dress, I can’t imagine how uncomfortable it is,” you hear Jungkook’s voice behind you as he grabs your suitcases. He was right, the black Vera Wang dress you were forced to wear was extremely tight fitting, almost suffocating, but you couldn’t deny, it did the job of showing off your best assets.
“What? You think I don’t look good?” you prompt, trying to sound offended but it was all in good humour.
Jungkook scoffed and pushed past you to go upstairs and into your assigned room. “I already said you looked good earlier, what more do you want from me?”
You follow behind him and throw yourself onto the bed with a sigh. You don’t respond straight away, tempted to go with ‘your love,’ but instead you opt for something else. “I don’t know? Anything? It’s not everyday you get shot at.”
Jungkook’s eyes softened at your words. He felt pity for you. You were nothing more than a pure soul that didn’t deserve any of this shit and yet there were people out there trying to get you. How would you ever recover from this?
“That door by the corner leads into my room. If you need anything from me during the night, just knock and I’ll be happy to assist, but aside from that, join me downstairs if you wish to have company tonight.”
With that, Jungkook leaves you to change. You sit up on the bed, eyes wandering around the unfamiliar room as tonight’s events slowly started to sink in.
You didn’t want to be alone tonight. What if someone tried to kidnap you?
Or kill you?
You shook your head of your incessant thoughts, making quick moves to change out of your evening dress and into something more comfortable; a pair of black leggings and a crème blouse.
Back downstairs, Jungkook was carrying out last minute security checks around the house, ensuring every door and window was locked. He put on some slow music in hopes it would help distract you from everything that happened tonight and when your ears first picked up on it, you couldn’t help but smile.
Once everything was deemed safe, Jungkook fell back on the couch, eyes closing and mind running 100 miles per minute.
What if you did get shot today?
He wouldn’t be able to live with himself after that. His life was flashing before his eyes, mind running back to high school when you both first met. Things were easier back then. These days you were forced to stick by his side just for a visit to the local cafe.
His train of thoughts came to a stop the moment you walked into the room with a hopeful smile on your face.
“Dance with me?”
Jungkook would normally refuse such a request, wanting to keep things professional, but if this was your way of coping, then he’d do it a hundred times over for you.
“Just this once, Miss L/N”
You turn up the music on the bluetooth speaker, humming along to the song as Jungkook makes his way over to you, his hands starting to sweat profusely.
As he got closer to you, you could feel the heat radiating off his body, and you were certain your request had made him uncomfortable, but you didn’t back down. Once he was close enough to you, you grabbed his hands, setting them on your hips to which Jungkook gladly pulled your body closer to his.
You were surprised by his forwardness and laughed softly, “I know you’re not the dancing type, but I just need something..” you mumble, holding his hand out to the side and resting your chin on his shoulder. Jungkook stayed silently, paying extra attention to the beat of the song and swaying both your bodies in time to the music.
You couldn’t tell if you were doing this because you needed to ‘cope,’ or if you still had feelings for him, but the fact that he wasn’t stopping you, gave you the green light.
“This is nice..” you whisper, to which Jungkook hummed in agreement. Everything felt so peaceful; both of you lost in your own worlds, ignoring whoever the hell was after you.
After a few minutes of mindless swaying, Jungkook pulled away from you with a soft smile on his face. You looked so beautiful; bare-faced and glowing under the dim light of the room. His eyes were seeping into you, and you looked so clueless you couldn’t do anything but clear your throat awkwardly.
“What?”
He needed to do this. He went 5 years lying to himself about his feelings for you. Now would be the right time to change that.
Jungkook’s eyes flickered down to your lips, and without second-guessing himself, his lips were moulding perfectly with yours.
At first you froze, just like you did on the red carpet, but once it hit you that this was Jeon Jungkook kissing you, you gladly returned the kiss, your hands moving down to grip onto his biceps as he held you tightly in his arms.
You took a few steps forward, forcing him to take a few steps back until he fell back onto the couch. The sight in front of him was to die for; you towering over him with utmost desire in your eyes.
“Have I ever told you how attracted I am to you?” He asks breathlessly, staring up at your form with a small smirk on his lips.
Jungkook was sprawled out on the couch, almost as if he was offering you his lap, which you couldn’t turn down. You set yourself on top of him, your hands creeping up to brush through his dark hair as your hips simultaneously rolled against him, eliciting a quiet groan to fall from his lips.
“Forced myself to keep my mouth shut all these years,” he seethes, gripping your hips and guiding your clothed cunt over his growing erection. It sounded like he was mad at himself, but who were you to stop him? He missed out on you, if anything, he deserved some hard hitting self-realisation.
“Had to watch all these men fawn over you for the last two years. I fucking hated it.”
You whimper at his words, your hands moving to grip onto his shoulders for more stability. By now your poor cunt was pulsating between your legs, desperate for something other than childish grinding, and it seemed that Jungkook took notice, his hands pulling your leggings down half way so he could dip his index and middle finger into your soaking heat.
“There she is,” he teases, pushing his fingers deeper inside of you and wallowing at the way your walls would greedily squeeze around his digits. Your pussy was salivating around him and the sheer embarrassment on your face completely gave you away.
“Can’t imagine how you’d react with my cock buried deep inside you, huh?” Neither could you. You’d probably lose yourself on his cock, and the idea seemed quite enjoyable.
You couldn’t even sit up right, finding yourself burying your face into the crook of his neck as his digits stretched you out. Never in a million years did you think you’d be in this situation with your highschool crush, and now that it was finally happening, you had no clue how to act.
“Come on, Y/N.. tell me how much you love me,” Jungkook taunts you, licking over his bottom lip and pulling his fingers out of you, all covered in your arousal. He grabs ahold of your jaw and forces your mouth open before stuffing his coated digits into your mouth, completely catching you off-guard.
“I said tell me how much you love me.”
Your lips act on its own accord, immediately wrapping around his fingers as you stare at him like a lost puppy.
“I’m not gonna cum on my own, so make it quick,” he grips your jaw harder, urging you to go on.
“Mmf— I love you—!” you cry out, words all muffled and incoherent, but Jungkook let you off, retracting his hands away to fiddle with the belt of his black dress pants, pulling them down along with his boxers
Even though he was satisfied with your response, you still continued, “So, so much!”
You blabbered on about how you never got over him, you went to sleep every night creating fake scenarios about him, and spent your more ‘intimate’ moments thinking about him. You did that far too much to the point where you couldn’t even cum without thinking of him.
You hadn’t even noticed that Jungkook had his cock standing tall and hard beneath you, magically slipping into your tight cunt which so happily took him in, your walls wrapping around him perfectly.
The stretch was undeniably painful, but you knew you could handle it, whimpering softly when you felt him lift his hips up into you.
“Pretty girl with such a pretty pussy, hm?” Jungkook’s eyes danced down to where his body met yours, almost cumming on the spot just from the sight of his cock splitting you open.
You couldn’t handle such compliments, such praise, unable to respond to him, but the way your body was taking him so well was enough to let him know that you were enjoying yourself.
“Fuck— this isn’t doing it for me,” Jungkook had given you enough time to get used to his size and his current pace, so he decided to completely take over, lifting you up and shifting your position; now you were on the couch whilst he was still stuffed between your legs.
The position was far more extravagant, allowing him to bunch your knees up your chest, watching them press against your clothed tits as he mercilessly fucked into you at an ungodly pace.
“We could be stuck here for days, weeks, even months,” he starts, digging his nails into the plush skin of your thighs, “I’m gonna spend every minute of everyday with you, making love to you, worshipping your body the way I should’ve done 5 years ago.”
Your heart was running laps, butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach and your pussy fluttering after every word.
The more he went on, the closer you were to cumming all over him. “Come on pretty baby, I can feel you clenching around me, you don’t need to ask for permission,” Jungkook coos, softly rubbing his thumb against your cheek without disrupting the movement of his hips as his orgasm neared closer to yours.
And before you knew it, your body was breaking down beneath him, your orgasm washing over your body like a herd as a string of curses oh-so-effortlessly fell from your lips.
“Shit—” Jungkook joined you down under, his hips finally coming to a slow stutter as he drained his thick load inside of you, watching the way hints of white would spill out onto the sofa beneath you.
“Aw, you made such a mess,” he pouts, pulling out and replacing his cock with his fingers, stuffing the excess cum back into your sensitive, gaping hole. He let out an airy chuckle, jerking himself off a couple times to get himself up and running again and you couldn’t tell if he was being serious.
“Jungkook—?”
“You know I’m nowhere near finished with you, right?”
Summary: Friends with benefits never worked in the movies, but you and Jimin had been friends for so long, it was bound to work for you. Until, of course, Jimin gets a girlfriend, and you fear you may lose your friendship with him for good.
Word Count: 14.2k (give my noveL A CHANCE)
Genre: smut/fluff/a touch of angst; fwb!Jimin
A/N: I really have no excuse for this. It’s just a ton of smutty filth with Park Jimin
You were already more than halfway to Jimin’s house by the time you sent a text to tell him you were on your way, but you knew full well he would already be there. You’d seen him leave practice a few minutes before you, and he hadn’t been with the rest of your friends, so when you got a quick response, you weren’t surprised that he was expecting you.
Entering through the back had become a pastime by now, even though his front door was just as easy for you to get to. It reminded you of the first few times you’d done this, when you’d worried about his parents catching you. But now, in the beginning of your last year of high school, Jimin had already moved out, and you only had to worry about his roommates.
Twisting your key through the lock, you drop your book bag and gym bag onto the floor in the kitchen near his, barely remembering to close the door before you were searching for him. He wasn’t difficult to find, though, considering it was a Friday afternoon and he’d just finished a three-hour practice, he was sitting on the couch, video game controller in hand as he played some combat game you couldn’t care less about. When he spots you walking through the doorway, he grins and tosses the controller onto the floor, leaning back against the couch.
“Hello, Y/N.”
“Hey.”
You don’t waste any time in climbing onto his lap, your legs on either side of his waist as you quickly yank off the battered t-shirt he was wearing. Jimin’s hands fall to your hips, and he hums as you run your hands along his toned skin. He was still a little sweaty from practice and you grimace, but it doesn’t stop you from letting your fingers touch all over his chest.
↬ Pairing: Jimin x Fem Reader
↬ Story Genre: fluff with a spread of smut
↬ Warnings: explicit language, explicit sex scene, mentions of cheating, body insecurities
↬ Word count: 4.2K
↬ Summary: It was yours and your boyfriend Jimin’s first anniversary, aka the night you were finally going to have sex. Every thing was going fine until he simply leaves you high and dry; turns out Jimin is hiding a little secret that he’s too scared to tell you. Will your love for him be bigger than that?
For: The Intimacy Anthology Project
“Excuse me, are you Y/N?” A handsome stranger asked as he approached your table that was conveniently close to the exit so you could bolt if anything went wrong.
“Yes, I am, and you must be Jimin right?” You stated as you looked at the black hoody Jimin said he’d be wearing.
“Yes,” he smiled. His smile was so sweet and warm that you swore he could make a rockfall in love with him just with that smile alone.
“Nice to meet you, Jimin.”
“Nice to meet you too, Y/N.”
It’s been exactly one year today since you first met Jimin at the same cafe you were in right now - the ‘Aroma Mocha’.
At first, when your friend and roommate Jenna had set you up to go on a blind date with him you didn’t really want to go. The reason was that you had sworn off guys ever since your last relationship ended with your ex choking on another man’s dick on your couch wearing your lingerie. So, when your friend came up with the suggestion of getting back out there you had shut her down immediately. It wasn’t until you lost some stupid bet over Jenna banging an idol that you were “obliged” to go on a date with her coworker Jimin (something that now made you thank your lucky stars every day).
“You’re late mister,” you pointed to your watch as your handsome boyfriend walked in in a rush.
“I’m so sorry baby,” he said before tenderly kissing your lips. “Happy anniversary,” the smile on his lips reminded you of the very first time he smiled at you, in this very cafe, and, the very first time he ever made your heart race.
“Happy anniversary.”
“Namjoon was attempting to cook dinner for Jin and he almost sliced his finger off so I had to take him to the hospital,” he took off his denim jacket as he sat opposite you. He then picked up the menu and looked through it, searching for something to order.
“I swear Namjoon needs a babysitter, doesn’t he know he’s not allowed near sharp objects without supervision?”
“He wanted to surprise his boyfriend but, if you want my opinion, Jin’s lucky he wasn’t able to finish that monstrosity of a meal.”
You chuckled. “Well, Namjoon isn’t the only person who prepared a surprise for their boyfriend,” you smirked, amused with his curious expression.
“Oh yeah? What did my beautiful girlfriend prepare for me?”
“Well, if I told you now it wouldn’t really be a surprise now would it?” You reached over the table and pressed a small kiss on his lips.
as your lack of sexual experience starts to gnaw at you at 20, you ask jeon jungkook, your enemy slash friend slash bodyguard, to teach you explore your sexuality.
PAIRING jungkook x (female) reader
GENRE smut, crack (?), r18+
WORD COUNT 3.7k
WARNINGS/MISC allusion to oc having shitty friends, virgin!reader, kinda spoiled brat!!reader lol, childhood friend-ish!jk, college!au, explicit sexual content specifically: oral sex (male receiving). awkward first times
NOTES is this still considered a drabble 🤔 anywho. excuse any grammar and spelling errors i did not edit this nor i think i will tbh ASGDKFBFFKC this is just a super random idea i had like last week and only got the time to finish it today sauuurrr. scream at me in my inbox if you liked this ☝🏼 also tell me if you want to see more of this couple cos i think i have a vision for them hmmm. enjoy reading bffs mwahh
You could never count in your hands the times people told you how unpredictable you are. Sometimes, you take the comment lightly when it's said in an amused tone, but oftentimes, the intention is to scold you – and the words are usually delivered by your always disappointed father.
Honestly, you couldn't fault him. You do things without deliberate thoughts, because you know you can get away with just about anything. As much as your father never gets tired of reprimanding you for questionable things you do, he's also a sucker for his one and only persistent child.
So you don't really think about anything much. Because you don't need to.
Now, you are unpredictable. People are right, you can admit that yourself. The claim makes itself true when one second, you do something good – like being responsible with your father's credit card and not stressing out your two bodyguards – then do something extremely bonkers like booking a flight to the Bahamas back in your 18th birthday to impress your new friends (so they wouldn't drop you – but you'll never let anyone hear that part of the story) the next second.
Anyway, those girls did drop you. And as a result, your father got mad at you for being "so reckless". You were grounded for about two months.
You are so unpredictable that one moment, you tell yourself that you would never fuck Jungkook – your childhood friend – when Jimin teased you about him then asking him to fuck you the next.
"What?"
Jungkook had been so shocked. So dramatic, he even dropped his coffee from his sad Starbacks breakfast meal.
"I asked, if you could teach me how to do sex." You emphasized the words by prolonging each syllable, scooting closer to him so the people around wouldn't hear you.
Jungkook gawked at you. "Do what?"
"Jungkook, do you have ear problems? Do you not clean these bad boys?" You took his earlobes in between your fingers and grabbed them lightly, causing him to hiss and swat at your arms.
You pout.
He said your name in a stern voice. "Be serious," Jungkook added, making your frown deepen. He always takes things too seriously, you thought. "What did you say again? And explain it to me this time."
You rolled your eyes as you hissed under your breath, "So demanding," That earned you a glare. Plopping your back to the bench, you cross your arms and start to speak. "Well, I've just been doing some thinking –"
"Sure."
You had squinted your eyes at him, hitting his bicep at his seemingly malicious tone.
But anyway, you managed to get back to your train of thought and continued.
"I'm 20 and still haven't had sex yet. My friends don't tell it to my face, but I think they make fun of me for it. Also, I accidentally watched porn the other day. And… I like this guy…" You tried to think of what to say next, cocking your head, even though you knew you were definitely just starting to ramble. "And well. Lately I've been very curious how sex would feel like. I don't have a boyfriend but... I heard from the girls you're good at it." Once you finish your incoherent speech, you finally meet Jungkook's gaze. "So, can you teach me?"
"Those… were definitely words." Were the only thing that came out of Jungkook's mouth that morning.
He didn't agree to your request, obviously.
The truth is, you've been wanting to have sex ever since senior year of high school because that was seemingly the only thing your classmates would gossip about. But you've never had a boyfriend. Your father was way too privy about your personal life and you never really liked anyone to the point that you wanted to get naked in front of them.
You've held it in in highschool but these days… your curiosity is slowly eating at you. You don't have a boyfriend still, which automatically makes you have no one to do the deed with. And you don't really go to parties or to the bars or clubs. You also don't know if you're capable at flirting because you've never flirted with anybody – sole reason being: you've never really been genuinely interested in anyone.
Bottom line is, you want to have sex now but you don't want to do it with just any random person.
So you opted for Jungkook.
He's two years older than you, in his last year of college, but you've known each other ever since grade school. You both lived in the same neighborhood since you were children and your dad is really close with his parents and vice versa because they're business partners.
You aren't exactly "best friends", but you have a long history together and you guess, that is enough reason to be really close with each other – but not exactly in a good or a "friendly" way.
Your relationship is kind of identifiable, quite honestly. You have a love-hate relationship with the guy. Jungkook is like your bodyguard, he looks out for you, probably because your dad asks him so. He can not do it, though, and your dad was just joking that one Christmas party at your house when he told him that! But Jungkook does guard you, anyway. One thing he does is tell on your dad and that's what irritates you about him. But at the same time, years of being together made you develop this certain trust in him. Because he's familiar. He's someone you think will never hurt you.
So it makes perfect sense to you that he be the first ever person you'd do sexual activity with. The thought is not as terrifying as the thought of it happening with other people.
For days, none of you brought up what happened that dreadful Monday morning, and you pondered on it and realized how stupid that was. Really, you were just about to be embarrassed with what you did until Jungkook texted you three days ago.
annoying guy don't answer [12:07am]: let's do it
you [12:25am]: huh?
annoying guy don't answer [12:26am]: u took so long to reply i almost reconsidered
annoying guy don't answer [12:26am]: but anyway. what you told me. 2 weeks ago. at the uni's park.
It takes him another minute to tell you clearly what he's getting at.
annoying guy don't answer [12:27am]: i'll do it. I'll teach u stuff or whatever
And that was how you ended up in Jungkook's room, now kneeling before him with a pillow between your knees and the floorboard (because you whined that the carpet hurt) while he's seated on the edge of his bed, his dick out.
It was so quiet the moment he took off his shorts and boxers. You've never been the type to run out of words, but boy, were you too stunned to speak.
But you couldn't really blame yourself for your own reaction. It's only recently that you've seen a dick, and that was from the porn clip on twitter you accidentally saw from two weeks ago. You thought that the guy's penis from that video was already big… but Jungkook's is way bigger. Apparently.
You don't know if this is average size, you have no idea. Should you look it up? It's so… long, Jungkook's dick. There are protruding veins across the length of it, and the tip looks like a mushroom – which you found kind of silly, but you scold yourself for even thinking that because you're supposed to be serious. But it's really red. His dick is a bit fat too, and most of all, hard. It looks so hard that it stands stiff on his abdomen.
Overall, though, you can't help but think that it looks odd.
The thought is washed away, however, when Jungkook calls your name. You can hear a slight whiny tone in his voice so you look up, seeing a pained expression on his face. You don't know why.
"Yeah?"
"Don't… just look at it." He says, the red tips of his ears not lost on you. Is he embarrassed?
"Oh, I'm sorry," You apologize, keeping in mind not to stare next time. What you got from it is that: men apparently do not like it when you stare at their penis. Noted. "Uhm… I was just taken aback."
"Why?"
"It looks a bit weird."
"What?"
You panic when you see an offended expression flash on Jungkook's face, quickly scrambling for words to revive yourself.
"No! I didn't mean that in a bad way!"
Jungkook scoffed. "Then what did you mean by that?"
"Uh – I just meant, uhm, it's my first time seeing a penis in real life, okay? Of course I'm gonna get a little weirded out? I'm not talking bad about your penis." You say as you realized he must've thought that you were trying to insult him – which was not any of your intention. All of this is just genuinely new to you so he's getting your live and raw reaction.
"Stop calling it a penis," Jungkook groans.
You raised a brow. "What should I call it, then? Jabba the Hutt?"
A comical gasp leaves his mouth. "You're starting to seriously offend me."
You jut your bottom lip out.
"I'm sorry–"
"Stop apologizing," Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Can we just start getting onto this thing?"
At the mention, you kneeled upright once again and planted your palms on his thighs. You've always noticed but now you really appreciate how they are so huge and muscular.
You take a deep breath. Ducking down further to Jungkook's crotch, you try to remember the Reddit post you've read fifteen minutes before you came over to his apartment. It was a quick read that you decided to do at the last minute because you thought that even though Jungkook agreed to teach you, you still need to do your part.
Tease him. That is apparently the first thing you need to do. The post told you to caress his thighs and – wait, what was it again? Your mind goes through a lot of things said in the mentioned Reddit post, jumping from one point to another, and you end up with a huge metaphorical block in your head. The words get blurred and your thoughts get tangled, and suddenly, you feel nervous as you stare at Jungkook's dick.
You hear him clear his throat, causing a pang of panic in you.
So you think, fuck it. You're here to learn, right? Surely, Jungkook wouldn't judge you if you're shit at this. Besides, no one's great at their first times, right?
You throw the lingering anxiety away and inhale subtly to gain some sort of courage.
Leaning down, you press your palms on his wide thighs once again, starting to kiss up the skin of the inner parts of one of them. It prompts Jungkook to jolt slightly, but it was barely noticeable, and you take it as a normal reaction, so you continue.
"T-that's really good."
"What is?" You ask meekly, eyelashes fluttering as you stare up at him to anticipate his answer. You always liked getting praises. Also, you need to take notes – at least only in your head. You're sure you'll remember them.
You find it weird when he avoids your gaze, but you shrug it off, listening when he says, "That's good you're doing that, kissing my thighs I mean." He clears his throat. "It's a good start. Gets your partner worked up."
Mentally writing that down in your head, you nod. You look at his crotch again, where his cock is still red and standing tall. Slowly, you wrap your fingers around the length of it, earning a sharp hiss from the man above you.
"Are you getting worked up?" You try to say, even though you're a little disturbed at how… firm his penis is in your head. You guess it makes sense, it looks hard so of course it feels hard. Above that, though, it feels warm, a contrast to your usually cold hands. You hope that wasn't the reason why Jungkook just let out that sound.
"I–yeah," He grunts. "You should… if you feel comfortable you should try to move your hand."
You hum. You adjust your fingers around the shaft of his cock. They don't exactly fit his circumference but you think you can manage, so you begin to slowly work your wrist up and down.
"Is this okay?" You whisper, looking up at him for an answer, only to meet his hooded gaze.
"F-fuck, yeah," He inhales a sharp breath. "S-some… it depends on the situation, but you can go faster than that."
You try to do it, and as Jungkook groans above you, you see the tip of his cock starting to ooze with something wet. You don't know what it is, but you think it's a good sign, especially when Jungkook seems to enjoy this whole thing.
As seconds pass by, you try to find a rhythm that makes him let out these certain sounds – sounds that weirdly make you hot, too. And as you do so, you find that he's only getting harder in your hold. You're curious as to why that is, but you don't want to ask him, afraid you'd ruin the moment, so you keep in mind to Google about it later when you get to your place.
"Shit. You're doing so well," Jungkook hisses as you press your thumb to the tip of his cock. You think you read that from the Reddit post. "And this is really embarrassing but I might not last if you keep doing that."
"What do you mean?"
"It means I'm going to cum anytime soon."
"Oh," you nod in understanding. "But, uh, I haven't even put it in my mouth yet?"
A chuckle leaves his mouth, you get a bit scared at how attractive that sounded to you.
"Yeah, but what you're doing right now, it's called a handjob–"
"'Cause I'm using my hand?" You butt in, feeling enlightened.
Jungkook lets out an amused scoff. "Basically. So men get off by just this if they're really aroused."
"So you're really aroused right now?"
He stares at you for a moment, scoffs and then shakes his head, but there's a small smile on his face as he says, "Yes."
"So–" you cut yourself off, not knowing how to transition to the thing you're planning to do. You think it would be quite silly to ask, but then you remember that you're literally here to learn. Jungkook told you he's willing to do it. "Do I just? Put it in?" You ask, clueless and meek, referring to Jungkook's dick in your hand.
He nods, face flushed. "Yes. Sure."
You just nod as you stroke his cock again, which had gotten wet overtime, but not wet enough in your own opinion. As you look at it again, you get a little apprehensive, wondering how it could fit in your mouth. You don't think your mouth is that flexible.
Jungkook must've noticed the way you're hesitating as he says, "We can do this next time. Or not. Just do it if you're really comfortable."
So you look up at him to give him an assuring grin. "It's fine. Just don't judge me if I do a really bad job at this, okay? It's my first time." You say, with a hint of playful tone in your words, but deep, deep down, you're a nervous wreck.
Jungkook chuckles in response, and in your utter (silent) surprise, he catches the stray of hair framing your face and tucks them behind your ear. Leaning down so his face levels with you, he whispers, "I'm gonna talk you through it, yeah?"
And talk you through it is exactly what Jungkook does.
"Yeah, fuck – keep going–" Jungkook groans above you, his fingers gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He asked you awhile ago if it's fine for him to do that in which you answered him that you don't mind. You think you like the way your scalp gets pulled when he grabs on a little harder than necessary. It's oddly… satisfying?
But you really couldn't fit him in your mouth, though. Not the entirety of him, you mean. You only got half of it in, and the whole time you can't stop thinking about gagging or worse, throwing up. But you shake them off, trying to focus on bobbing your head up and down around his cock.
"Right there… just like that. F-fuck, that feels amazing," Jungkook moans, feeling his fingers tighten their hold around your hair. Encouraged by his constant praise and comments, you try to keep your jaw hanging as much as possible, your hand stroking the parts of his cock your mouth is not occupying. It's a hard task, you concluded. When you lean down again to take him, Jungkook draws in a breath. "You're doing well, baby, but try to be cautious with your teeth, hm?"
You would be offended had he not said that in the most gentle voice ever, and had you not known his words don't hold any malice. And most especially if he had not used that pet name with such a sweet tone. And anyway, you've never been more conscious about your teeth, anyway. You were actually wondering if you can use your them in this situation – turns out, not. So that's another lesson you're taking note of.
You continue for a few minutes, jacking him off, experimenting on licking some parts of his cock, like the protruding vein that ran along the base of his dick and the head that had just gotten redder throughout the time. Jungkook seems to love what you're doing, considering his constant moans that you take as approval of some sort.
At some point, Jungkook suddenly calls your name in a breathy tone.
"Shit I'm going to cum,"
He did say earlier that he was gonna warn you. But really, what were you supposed to do when men say that? Having no idea, you continue your ministrations until Jungkook calls you again.
"Baby—"
You feel a zap of electricity run through your spine. Again with that pet name.
It's not that this is his first time calling you that. He actually lets the nickname slip sometimes – when he's teasing you for being spoiled, scolding you for being childish (like when you're purposefully defying your dad), or just at extremely random times like when he calls you to ask something, meaning he does it so without any thought. And given the context now, he's probably just saying it out of habit. Like maybe he calls his partners that when they're doing something like this.
Now, you're not the one to be affected by anything instantly. You're rather a pretty tame person, not a lot of things surprise you or make you flustered – but whenever Jungkook calls you that, it just feels so… weird. But definitely not in a bad way kind of weird.
"I'm going to cum in your mouth if you don't –"
You cut him off before he can finish. "Then you can cum in my mouth."
A shock expression paints his face. Wait – are you not supposed to say that to your partner?
"Y-you sure?" Jungkook asks once again.
You're relieve you didn't seem to say something wrong. Giving him a big nod, you pair it with a smile as you say, "Positive."
Besides, you want to know what cum tastes like. You already know what dicks are like, anyway, you think this is a perfect opportunity to add to your ever-growing knowledge.
The way he squirms is a tell-tale sign of his orgasm, and when he cums, it's with a pained – or pleasured – groan, paired with a husky, broken call of your name and a harsher tug on your hair that you liked. And in a few quick seconds, you manage to swallow the cum he shot in your mouth.
It doesn't really taste anything. It is salty, like others say, but not that salty. It wasn't bad, but doesn't exactly have a pleasant taste either. Just in between, you would say.
"You alright?" Jungkook asks as you let his cock free from your mouth and your hand, seeing it now limp and soft, a contrast to the rock hard image you've held a while ago.
You nod at his question, starting to stand up from the pillow below your knees and dusting them clean. Jungkook starts fixing his pants as well.
"Yep." There's discomfort in between your legs, so you rush to sit on Jungkook's bed, plopped down beside him. "So, how will you rate my performance?"
The huge grin on your face makes Jungkook scoff in amusement. It's like you didn't just suck his cock a minute ago.
"Ten ten. A plus, if you will."
There's a pout on your face when you look at him. "You're just being nice! Come on!"
Your insistence makes Jungkook laugh.
"I'm serious – listen, it wasn't perfect, sure, but it was a great experience for me." Jungkook laughs even harder when you just frown more at his words. But beneath that, you find it in your heart to leap happily inside your chest. He's saying you did well, right?
"Alright, I'm trusting your word." you playfully glare at him, pointing at his hard chest.
He chuckles even more. "Yes, silly." he boops your nose and you grow annoyed again. He always does that.
You roll your eyes when his laughter doesn't stop.
Standing up, you fix your pajama shorts. "Okay, I'm going," you tell him, turning to where his mirror is located at the corner as you check yourself out.
"Huh? It's in the middle of the night," he glances at the wall clock. "You can just stay over."
Yeah, sure you can. But the discomfort in between your legs is starting to gnaw at you. You want to change into some fresh pair of underwear, and you doubt Jungkook has some just hidden inside one of his drawers. If so, that would be odd but even then, you think it'd be somehow embarrassing to ask him to let you in the bathroom.
And besides, "I literally just live across from you."
"Fair point. But be careful on your way home."
You only hum but before you leave, you turn to Jungkook one last time, whose eyes are trained on you.
"Thanks by the way."
While you get to your apartment, you're unaware that Jungkook had just let himself fall dramatically on his bed, hands roughly brushing his face, as his mind replays the picture of you kneeling before him with his cock in your mouth.
He curses again and groans for the nth time since you left.
“Jungkook has been your best friend ever since he can remember. You have been Jungkook’s best friend ever since you can remember. The two of you share every secret and ever since high school you even share an apartment. One day Jungkook confesses his probably biggest secret to you. He is a virgin and hellbound on changing that. Together you make up a plan on getting him laid. Problem is, you are pretty sure that you are head over heels in love with him.”
Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Painter!Reader
Genre: bf2l!AU, Roommates to Lovers!AU, Romance, Fluff, Smut
Warnings: so much yearning in the beginning, unrequited feelings but are they really?, lotsa plot, virgin!Jungkook, shy!Koo, experienced!Reader, loss of virginity, oil massages, boobie fondling, oral (m. & f.recieving), fingering, multiple orgasms (m.recieving), protected sex, Kookie tries to dirty talk but is a lil clumsy with it, it’s so endearing :(, he is also so eager to learn, this is just pure feel good smut
Wordcount: 20.2k
a/n: This was not supposed to escalate to such lengths but it did and I know it’s long, but please give it a chance I promise you it is so, so worth it! Also sidenote: with each Jungkook I create I think that this is my peak and yet each time I prove myself wrong and cry because Jungkook is the sweetest man and you can’t convince me otherwise 😔🤍
~ To Index ~
“I know one!” Jimin exclaims, lifting his hand.
“Go ahead”, Yoongi allows him.
“Okay so, it’s gonna be easy because we need to get this party started and we can’t keep not drinking booze. So”, he takes a deep breath, “never have I ever made out with someone."
"Dude that’s so easy”, Taehyung says, taking a sip.
One by one they all take a sip, shaking their heads in disbelief of how easy Jimin’s was. You take a sip as well.
Sudden silence. All of you stare at one person in the room.
Jungkook.
Red cheeked and fidgeting, he hasn’t taken a sip yet.
He looks up for only a second then looks at his lap.
“Did you-”, Seokjin starts only to be interrupted by Jimin.
“Never have I ever kissed someone."
One by one you all lift your cups to your lips to drink. Everyone except Jungkook, who is lowering his head even more.
"No way”, Jimin murmurs, “you didn’t even kiss?”
“N-no?” he stutters.
“Not even for a second, like a little mwuah?”
Jungkook shakes his head.
“Not even a peck? An accidental brush of lips?"
"W-why is this so important?” Jungkook stutters, cheeks beet red and eyes glassy. He always gets glassy eyes when he is embarrassed. One time he even cried, you felt really bad for him when that happened.
“It’s not, I just figured that you kissed someone before."
"Yeah well”, he lowers his eyes again, “I didn’t."
The silence which follows is heavy in awkwardness. Hoseok coughs. Namjoon clears his throat loudly.
"Anyways!” you say, “I have the next one. Never have I ever stolen something."
You hope that this would be enough to shift their attention. It is.
➟ PAIRING virgin!jungkook x succubus!cheerleader!reader
➟ GENRE horror, smut, loose Jennifer’s Body au, early 2000s au, supernatural au, college au
➟ RATE 18+
➟ WARNINGS corruption, mentions of death, descriptors of gore, violence in the form of m*rder, minor character death, mentions of blood, pining, sub!jungkook, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, slight fingering, nipple play, nipple piercings, oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, semi-public sex, heavy petting
➟ WC 9.2k
➟ PLAYLIST ♫♫
➟ A/N shoutout to ms sophie @sunshinekims for helping me w the story ending!! yalls was abt to get some angst but she talked me out of it. And shout out to @jjksblackgf , @triviafics , and sophie for sending me song recs for this playlist and helping me figure out the vibe !! you guys were such a big help, thank you so much.
➟ DRABBLE
“Fourth animal attack this month,” Jae declared, talking rapidly to a point. “It’s not a coincidence, mark my words.”
Jungkook nodded absentmindedly, pulling his backpack straps tighter over his shoulders. He’d read about the animal attacks in the news this morning, another body found on the side of an ill-lit street. It was becoming somewhat of a trend, a new mauling report coming out much too often in their little town of Devil's Kettle for it to go unignored. It was causing a frenzy among everyone, and the college students weren’t exempt. The campus was rampant with the news, it was all anyone could talk about. Including Jungkook’s best friend, Jae. Though Jae had some non-traditional theories.
“Vampire. Has to be.” Jae nodded his head, agreeing with himself. “I read the details of the autopsy, and the marks perfectly match the lore…”
Jungkook let his friend launch into a full blown explanation, complete with annotations and a work-cited page. Ordinarily, Jungkook would be all into discussing lore and the possibility of a supernatural occurrence in the small town. But right now, Jungkook couldn’t be bothered. He was too busy craning his neck and trying to catch a glimpse of your hair as you approached his class’ neighboring lecture hall. He was doing it subconsciously, of course. Not even fully aware of his own actions until he earned a hard elbow in his ribs from Jae.
“Dude, you’re staring again.”
Jungkook forwent the indignation of being elbowed for blushing when you got closer. He ducked his head, making sure you didn’t see him, hiding his reddening face and flopping his hair into his eyes as a shield. His long bangs fell over his bambi eyes, only his cute nose and pout visible. His hands were wrapped in sweater paws, clutching his backpack desperately as he waited for you to enter your class.
“I mean, what else is new? You’ve had a thing for her since freshman year, and still your reaction never wavers.” Jae pointed out. Annoyingly. “I’d tell you to go ask her to the dance, if I knew you wouldn’t get shot down to hell.”
It was Jungkook’s turn to elbow his friend, his face reddening even more. It’s true, Jungkook had developed an embarrassing crush on you since you decided to sit next to him in that one class your freshman fall semester. All pretty and perfect, sitting up straight and pulling your pink pen with the little pom pom on top. Glossy lips turned into a concentrated pout. He found it extremely hard to concentrate each class with your perfume engulfing his senses and turning his brain into mush.
You never spoke a word to him, always slinging your heart-shaped backpack over your shoulder and rushing out before he could get a word in edgewise. Not that he was ever planning on it. Jungkook could barely keep his left leg from shaking everytime you so much as came near him. He was sure if he ever did speak to you, all that would have come out would be jumbles and incomplete phrases, guaranteed to make a fool of himself until he ran the other direction.
But that was a year ago. Sure, you were still in Jungkook’s major. Sure, he still saw you every semester. Lips getting glossier, skirts getting shorter. And sure, Jungkook still hung around outside your mutual classes, convincing himself that he wasn’t waiting for you to show up.
But it had also been a year since that class, and Jungkook wasn’t going to cling to a small crush for the rest of his college life. He wouldn’t, he thought helplessly as he watched your notebook fall to the ground, your arms struggling with the rest of your books. It was like it was in slow motion, slipping and tumbling aimlessly downward. You couldn’t help its fall, trying to keep the rest of your belongings together.
He was quick as lightning, picking it up before you even noticed. Holding it out to you with a trembling hand, he watched as you looked around the side of your overcrowded arms to see his outstretched one, your glittery pink notebook in his trembling hand. Your eyes ran up his torso, over his black t-shirt, and finally at his eyes. Or at least, what you could see of them through his floppy bangs.
“Thank you, Jungkook.” You smiled, taking the book with a small, manicured hand. Your long nails lightly scratched his hand as they brushed each other, making a tingle run down his spine.
“Y-you remember my name?” His cute cheeks dusted in rose, the little mole under his lip popping out with the natural pout he wore.
You laughed. It sounded like music to Jungkook’s ears. He was too caught up in you to notice the mean streak it had. “Of course I do, silly.” You trailed your nails over his arm as you spoke, wrapping your hand around his bicep in validation before turning back and heading into class, chatting away with your friend.
Leaving Jungkook standing there, frozen to the spot, watching after you. Until Jae tugged his arm roughly, tugging the cupid-stricken boy into class.
Jungkook couldn’t stop thinking about you for the rest of the day. As he walked the well-trodden steps from his last class to the auditorium, arriving early, as always, to his job as a sound booth technician for the theatre rehearsals, his mind was filled with you. The tight tank top you wore today, white straps accentuating your collarbone. The sweet perfume you always had on, making him dizzy with devotion. Your pretty smile as you said his name. Jungkook.
His name. He still wasn’t over it. The fact that you remembered. Sure, he’d sat next to you for a whole semester. But you’d never even look his way. The only time ever being when you needed to borrow a pen because yours ran out of sparkly pink ink. Or, you know. That one time you two worked on the group project together.
You had latched onto his arm so quickly when the professor had announced it, almost digging your long nails into his skin in your haste. Be my partner? You’d asked so sweetly, pretty pout on your face daring him to say no and disappoint you. He could never.
So it was settled. Jungkook would work on your project, while you, unfortunately, had cheerleader practice. You’d invite him to come sit on the bleachers, binders and notes in a jumble around him as he struggled to type with his laptop in his lap rather than on a proper desk. But he would never turn you down, or insist that your study sessions take place in an actual library. It was convenient for you, you told him. You, who was so busy with “life and things.” Waving cutely at him at the start of practice with your pom-poms before turning your back for the rest, kicking and flipping in the air while Jungkook rubbed his foggy glasses and tried to keep his notes from flying away, finishing your entire project on his own after waving back with his own sweater-paws.
His keys jingled in the old, busted lock of the sound booth as he tried to unlock it. The door almost always jammed itself, though. The worn thing did not stand the test of time, usually requiring a great amount of force to open it at the worst moments.
Jungkook wasn’t in any rush today, luckily. Arriving early to get started on his homework in the booth and get everything settled, he wasn’t that bothered when he gave a giant heave against the door, slamming his entire weight against it. It didn’t take much, his muscles putting in minimum effort against the door, pushing it open almost immediately.
“Fuck baby, you’re so tight—”
“Harder—harder—”
Though the sound of people having sex in the theatre department wasn’t a new confrontation, Jungkook still jumped at the mere lewdity of it all. A boy he recognized from the baseball team, Michael - something? Was engulfing a girl under him, on the floor of the tech booth. Right next to Jungkook’s seat.
Michael’s (?) head snapped back when Jungkook pushed the door open, the force of the loud door booming as it hit the adjacent wall. He watched as Michael’s eyes widened, “Oh shit.”
Jungkook never knew what to say in these situations. It wasn’t okay. He usually just stood awkwardly to the side as whoever it was collected themselves and exited the premise. He resumed his quiet post by the door, waiting patiently for them to go and leave Jungkook alone.
His eyes were glued to the floor, so he didn’t notice you climb out from behind Michael. He also didn’t notice as you whispered something to your partner, letting him shoulder past Jungkook. Or at least try to. Jungkook was as sturdy as a brick wall, as Michael would come to realize. Didn’t budge.
Jungkook only noticed you were in the room when he caught a glimpse of your heart-shaped backpack slung in the corner of the booth, right behind his foot. His eyes widened as your head came into his frame of sight, bending down to pick up your discarded belongings. Lacy panties fallen right next to your backpack strap.
Jungkook trembled as he realized, your skirt rising up over your ass when you bent. Nothing between you and his eyes if your skirt slipped over your hips…
“Ugh, what a meathead.” You rolled your eyes after Michael, pretty earrings dangling with the tilt of your head and the crossing of your arms. “I’m sorry about that Jungkookie.” You put on a consoling frown, taking your time smoothing out your cheer practice outfit. “I didn’t realize you’d be here.”
“It’s okay.” He stuttered out. His breath hitched as you stepped closer, your hand suddenly on his bicep. You cocked your head. He gulped and tightened his grip on his backpack straps.
“Are you going to the dance, baby?” The pet name sent shivers down his spine, filing it away in his brain under all his favorite things. He shook his head, his bottom lip sticking out in his natural pout again.
“Hm,” your hand rubbed his arm comfortingly. “Turns out I need a date, since you scared my other one away.” You nodded out the door to where Michael had exited. “Can you take me?”
Jungkook's heart stopped.
He was in shock. Nevermind that your statement didn’t make any sense to him. If you really wanted to go with Michael, you could have just walked out with him, instead of staying in this booth and torturing Jungkook. You didn’t have to linger behind, that was all your choice. And if not Michael, he was sure there was a line of boys out the door waiting to take you.
“W-why?” He questioned, his mind racing a mile a minute.
You frowned, cocking your head to the side. “You don’t want to?”
“No, I do—,” he rushed out—
“Then it’s settled.” You interrupted. Slinging your backpack over your shoulder, you wore a smile as you fluffed your hair and adjusted your shirt to be presentable for practice. He didn’t notice it right then, but there was something serpentine about your expression. You made to leave, but turned back for one final word.
“Pick me up tomorrow at 7 from practice. You still remember where it is right?” He nodded quickly.
“Good. If you’re going to be my boyfriend, you’re going to have to take me out on dates, bunny.” With one glossy kiss to his cheek, you were gone.
Boyfriend.
The word bounced around in Jungkook’s head as he was getting ready for your “date.” As he shakily spritzed on cologne he thought you would like, and drove up to the football field in his jeep. As he sat waiting for you, heart beating against his chest loudly.
Boyfriend.
It’s in his head the whole time you’re both sat at the coffee shop, you’re chattering away while he’s nodding. He doesn’t say much, but you don’t mind. You go on, talking about anything and everything. You smile when he shyly tells you he likes the dress you’d changed into. You told him you’d picked it out just for him, your bracelets jingling as you linked your fingers with his. He turned beet red.
He didn’t understand why people said you were mean. You were like an angel to him. Could do no wrong. You were just popular, that’s all. In your own circle, with your own friends. People must have just been jealous of you to spread the rumors they did. Mean girl with a ferocious streak. He didn’t see any of that. Just an innocent pretty girl, right in front of him—
“Feel good, bunny?” You cooed, as your jewelry-bedazzled hand wrapped around his cock, he could feel your hot breath against his ear as you pumped slowly, easing him in.
Jungkook’s breath hitched in his throat, tiny whines escaping from his mouth. He was dizzy with your scent already, the moment you two sat in his car after the cafe. He didn’t expect the night to go this way, with you asking him to pull over so sweetly, pointing to a relatively dark part of the road. Only to—
“You like that?” Your breasts pressed against him as you left small pecks against his neck, nuzzling your face. Your thumb swiped over the head of his cock, making him buck his hips up into your hand. Jungkook’s first time being touched, and it was in his car, over the control console.
He nodded in response to your question, stuttering out a “f-faster. Please.”
You giggled as you nipped his ear, and Jungkook almost busted right there at the sound of your voice. “You sure you can handle it, bunny?”
He nodded feverishly, big eyes watery. He wanted to be good for you, wanted to make you proud, you who had teased the erection out of him with your hot kisses and iron grips on the collar of his shirt. He wanted to cum so badly in your hands.
You unbuttoned the top of your dress, letting your breasts pop out. Jungkook’s eyes ogled. He’d never seen tits before. And certainly, never ones as perfect as yours.
A glint of jewelry caught his eye, your hand squeezing one tit as you gathered your hair out of your face with the other. There was no mistake—you had your nipples pierced.
“Kookie, hold.” You commanded, guiding his hand to hold your hair back as you dipped your head down. You shot him a devilish smile as you licked up his shaft, reveling in the whine he let out. You inched your mouth down his length slowly, Jungkook’s thighs shaking under you as his grip tightened in your hair.
His hand held your hair like a good boy as you wrapped your mouth around his cock. But the other gravitated towards your breasts, dying to touch the steely silver that perked your nipples up. But one swat of his hand had him retreating back. “Don’t touch.” You scolded, adjusting your legs to cross over one another, shifting slightly in your seat. Your thighs were already clenched together, and him touching your nipples wasn’t helping. This wasn’t about you, you emphasized to yourself before you got carried away.
He gripped his grab handle as you worked his cock, your pretty mouth staining his dick in your lip gloss as you coaxed his first orgasm out of him. At least, the first he didn’t have to do himself. He cried out as he came in your mouth, shooting his load straight into your throat with a strong thrust of his hips.
He apologized profusely after, stuttering out as you lifted your head back up from his lap. You interrupted him with a swift and messy kiss, pushing his cum into his mouth with your tongue. He moaned out as your hand tangled in his hair, keeping him pressed against you, your nails lightly raking his scalp comfortingly. He tilted into your touch, dizzy with your taste. Just one touch from you, and he was crying into your mouth. Only god could save him from your grip now.
“Did you see the new episode of Supernatural last night?”
“You don’t think I’d miss the season finale do you?”
“I can’t believe they ended with that cliffhanger! It wouldn’t make any sense for them to continue the Azazel arc in the second season? It’s repetitive….”
Jungkook’s head dipped again as his eyes closed in fatigue, before he caught himself and his eyes shot open. He almost face-planted straight into his lunch for how tired he was. He’d been up late the past week with plans with you every night, making out in his car till both of you were left breathless with bruised lips and big smiles. You’d insisted on later dates, pouting about how you needed to change for him after class. Resulting in him getting in well past 3 am every night, only to wake up for an 8 am class the next day.
“Jungkook, you missed it last night.” Jae’s hand suddenly shook him awake, making his head snap up and look around wildly. He relaxed once he realized it was just his friend.
“Yeah, we don’t see you anymore. You’ve missed every binge this week.” Kyung, his other friend, mentioned from across the table.
“He’s busy with his new girlfriend. Didn’t take you as the type to ditch your friends, Kook.” Jae pushed his glasses up, shoving the newly cuffed man in question.
“What’s she got you doing, Kook? There has to be a price for her allowing you to take her to the dance.” Kyung asked with a serious raised eyebrow, but there was a teasing glint in his eye.
“Fuck off,” Jungkook pushed them away as they fell into laughter at his discomfort. “None of your business.”
“Ooh, she’s got Kook pussy whipped. Finally lose your virginity Kook?” Jae chaffed. “Is that why you won’t even spare us a minute of your precious time?”
Jungkook’s lip stuck out naturally into a pout, but his eyebrows furrowed. He landed one hard punch to his friend’s arm, ignoring Jae’s loud yelp of pain, “Don’t talk about her like that.”
“Jeez, relax Kook. He was just kidding,” Kyung reproached, an incredulous look on his face. Jae sat rubbing his arm in pain, and wincing. Jungkook packed a punch, they all knew that.
“You seem to be in your head. Why don’t you come out with us tonight?” Kyung offered, trying to diffuse the situation. “We’re gonna try and sneak into that crime scene by the river. See if Jae’s theory holds up. Why don’t you come with?”
“What theory?” He asked, now reverting back to his innocuous state like the good boy he was. He didn’t know what had come over him, or why he’d punched Jae like that. Jungkook was a strictly nonviolent person, and he’d never done anything like that in his life. But just the mention of you made his emotions rise up, and struck a chord…
“Haven’t you heard? They found another body. Claw marks and everything, down by the river.” Jae said, having recovered from his wounds. He really couldn’t afford to ostracize Jungkook, two friends dwindling down to one. “Shame, it was that baseball player, too. The one with the big shoulders.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened and he whipped his head around to face Jae. “Baseball player? You’re sure?” Jae nodded. Alarm bells went off in Jungkook’s head. His mind raced as his heartbeat started to quicken. There was no way. Was there…?
“Do you know his name?” Jungkook questioned hurriedly. He had to know.
“Uhm. Michael… something I think? Why?” Jae and Kyung were both looking at the disheveled boy with curious expressions. “Did you know him?”
Jungkook’s heartbeat was thudding in his chest as soon as the name came out of Jae’s mouth. You mustn't have heard yet, judging by your bubbly expression this morning when he walked you to class. You were all chatter and smiles.
His heart sank. You’ll probably be devastated when you hear. He didn’t know how close you and Michael or whatever were. But, you knew each other somehow. And it can’t be easy, hearing about an acquaintance dying like he did. But, he’d be there for you.
Jungkook shook his head. “No, just had him in a class I think.”
Jae and Kyung exchanged looks, but didn’t press on the subject. “Anyways,” Jae continued, “I’m pretty sure he was a victim of a rugaru. The flesh was torn apart and the blood sucked out of the body, but not all of the blood, which rules out Vampire.” Jae explained rapidly, as if his mouth was racing to keep up with his thoughts.
“Yeah a rugaru. Or…” Kyung shared an understanding look with Jae.
“Or…” Jae shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“Or what?” Jungkook inquired, now curious as to what the other boys were holding back.
“Or… a succubus.” The words tumbled out of Jae’s mouth quickly, as if he didn’t want to say it.
“C’mon those aren’t real.” Kyung scoffed, but his nervous laugh made it clear that he was really only trying to convince himself. He didn’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth.
“They’re real, alright. And if this town has a succubus, well…” Jae pushed his glasses up his nose, checking their vicinity to make sure they weren’t being overheard before leaning in, “We’re all in danger.”
“What’s the difference? Wouldn’t a rugaru be just as dangerous?” Jungkook wondered.
“A rugaru chooses its victims at random, and is usually sloppy enough to get caught. A succubus though,” Jae gave a pointed look to indicate he was serious, “A succubus preys on young men. They’re smart as they are hot, and they’re careful. If this is a succubus, she’s not getting caught anytime soon.”
“Then what makes you guys want to go out and look for this thing at the crime scene?” Jungkook threw his hands up, lightly scolding his friends. He’d known the boys since they were children, but sometimes he didn’t understand them. Why would they choose to go directly into danger when they could just stay home and wrap themselves in a warm blanket and watch anime? The choice was easy for Jungkook, any day.
“He might have a point…” Kyung started, shrugging at Jae. Jae shook his head, launching into his own tirade. “We’ll be protected, remember? We’re taking the garlic…”
But Jungkook didn’t hear another word as a pair of legs came into view, standing right next to his seat.
“Hi Jungkookie.”
He looked up to see you, hand on your hip, and an outstretched hand in his direction. “Buy me coffee?”
Your delicate charm bracelet jingled on your hand as you shook your wrist impatiently, waiting for him to get up and run to your beck and call. At the sound, he jumped up from his seat, taking your small hand in his soft one. When you’d had him in your grasp, you used his hand to tug him close, planting a glossy kiss on his pout.
“Let’s go, bunny.” You turned to lead him away from his friends, and Jungkook followed blindly. He kept his eyes low, unable to meet every gaze that watched the two of you walk through. You were wearing a denim mini skirt today, paired with a pink top littered in red hearts. “I feel like boo boo. Haven’t had a bite all day.”
As you walked, he couldn’t help but notice a small red stain on the side of your skirt. A swipe of scarlet down your side. Hm. Upon closer inspection, he noticed another out-of-place red spot on your tank top. It was too streaked to be a proper heart, and it looked only newly dried up.
“Come on, slow poke.” His head snapped back up to meet your smile as you tugged him next to you rather than behind you. Your hand readjusted to interlock with his fingers. Jungkook smiled back, his previous inspection completely forgotten as your nails slightly dug into his hand. He couldn’t complain, though. He loved the feeling.
All Jungkook could smell was the scent of your sweet perfume, completely engulfing his room and his senses.
“Mm,” you pushed him back further into his pillows, pushing him up to his headboard, never letting his mouth detach from yours. Your legs climbed to either of his sides, effectively straddling him. You took his arm, guiding his hand around your waist, placing it on your ass.
Jungkook had taken advantage of the fact that his roommate was out for the night, listening intently for the front door to shut from his room before texting you and asking you to come over.
When you’d arrived, you were met with a sheepish Jungkook opening the door, sweater paws wrapping around your waist, like you’d taught him to do, as you kissed him in greeting. You didn’t waste any time, pushing him down onto his bed as soon as you’d gotten into his room. You didn’t even give him a chance to compliment the pretty dress you were wearing before it was riding up your thighs as you settled into his lap.
“My good boy,” your hand raked through his hair, gripping lightly, making him tilt his head to look at you. You smiled, revelling in the little whimper he let out, before reattaching your lips to his, not hesitating to push your tongue into his mouth. Of the countless times you’d done this together, Jungkook’s little moans and whines never failed to cease, always kissing like it was his first time. Perfect little pout made you never wanna stop.
His perfectly sculpted thighs served as the perfect seat for you as you tucked his hand under your skirt, leaning forward and encouraging him to explore. “Touch me, bunny.” You breathed against his lips, pressing his shaking hand against your ass cheek. “Make me feel good.”
You watched as Jungkook’s bottom lip stuck out, determined. He’d never touched a girl like this before. And never someone as perfect as you. He flipped your skirt up hesitantly, letting it rest on your hips. You were pressing kisses against his neck, your hand on the other side of his head holding him to you as your kisses trailed up to his face. He looked past your torso to watch as his hand dipped into your thong, pink fabric snapping as he stuffed his big fingers in.
“W-will it rip?” He inquired politely.
You shook your head, never neglecting him of kisses, “Who cares if it does?” You pulled away for a second, devilish expression shining in your eyes, “Don’t you wanna be a little rough with me?”
Jungkook felt his cock harden at the notion, imagining how you’d look under him as he fucked you hard into the mattress and left you in bruises and legs so shaky that you couldn’t walk on the next day. He shook his head.
You giggled, leaning in close to his ear. “Liar,” you whispered, before landing a punishing nip to his neck. He let out a whimper, his hand naturally gripping your ass cheek in automatic response.
“Just like that. Mm, you get me so wet, angel. Now move your fingers lower,” you coached him through as he dragged his long fingers down until he was met with something wet. Giving an experimental swipe of his finger, he grazed over your opening. You let out a hiss, and Jungkook retreated immediately, wide eyes thinking he did something wrong.
“No, put it back,” you commanded, wiggling your hips into his hand. He let you press your wet cunt into his fingers, grinding on your accord.
As your hips moved, you pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it over the edge of the bed. No bra.
“Jungkookie, you liked these didn’t you?” Your hand gripped your tit, offering it to him, referring to your nipple piercing. The small jewelry glinted back at him, enticing him welcomingly. His mouth watered, wanting nothing more but to wrap his lips around it. He nodded enthusiastically, bambi eyes looking up at you pleadingly.
You giggled at his eagerness, guiding the breast into his mouth. You held him steady by the back of his head, letting him open his pout and envelop it. He spent a good amount of time staring at your tits on a normal day, but having it in his mouth was better than he imagined. He felt the hard metal of your piercing against his tongue as he prodded experimentally. He settled for light sucks, his free hand naturally coming up to hold you to him.
“Good job, bunny.” You threw your head back as he sucked on your nipple vivaciously. His other hand escaped your panties, coming up to grope your other tit. He switched his mouth to get a taste of the other greedily, forgetting about fingering you completely as he got lost in a daze with your tits in his face. He was in awe.
You rolled your eyes at the virgin, but his enthusiasm at touching tits for the first time was cute. You pulled him off of you, his mouth releasing you with a pop as you tugged his hair back. He looked up at you with big eyes. “Your turn, bunny.” You told him with a peck on his lips.
Your hands came down to undo his pants, belt flying off quickly with the speed of your hands. Your hands fumbled at his zipper as you tried to get him out.
Jungkook was balancing on his hands as he let you at your ministrations. He bit his lip apprehensively. In all his excitement about your tits, he’d forgotten something that had been on his mind since the moment you’d stepped into his dorm. Something that he’d actually been thinking about since the lunch he’d had with his friends.
He’d told you about Michael that day, mentioning it to you as he walked you to class. Ready for a river of tears and emotional distress, he’d opened his arms to let you into his embrace, offering himself up as comfort. To his surprise, you nodded and said you’d heard about it in the news that morning. It’s sad, you said, little inflection in your voice to indicate your emotions though. Notably, you seemed completely alright with the revelation.
Jungkook figured you must have made your peace with it. Maybe things like that didn’t affect you that hard, or you kept it all bottled in. Alternatively, you might have not even been that close with that Michael guy. Maybe you’d known him on a very surface level, and hadn’t seen him since your escapade that day in the tech booth. Maybe you’d both gone your separate ways, and he wasn’t of any emotional value to you. Maybe it was just sad to you, and you'd moved on.
But, a voice in the back of Jungkook’s head reminded him, you didn’t seem at all bothered. Not even concerned with the fact that there were dead bodies popping up all over your town, especially near campus. You acted like you’d just heard about the weather when he’d mentioned Michael. Not at all worried by the looming threat over your residence.
Your apathy, paired with the small blood stains on your clothes. As well as particular scratches he noticed running up your upper arm later on. It was very faint, almost as if it was healing. But it was there. These facts bounced all around Jungkook’s overthinking head, making him drive himself crazy with paranoia. It hadn’t helped that his friends were discussing the “creature” ubiquitously, constantly debating between a rugaru and a succubus. Jungkook just couldn’t get it out of his head.
This all could have just been in Jungkook’s head, of course. He didn’t know what you really thought. He could have completely misinterpreted your reaction. And that was the hope he clung on to. The one that let his conscience lift freely off of him as he met up with you, day after day. Falling even harder.
Though, he had to know.
“Yn,” He started, small voice doing little to catch your attention. You responded with a distracted hum as you fiddled with the button of his jeans.
“Yn, I-I wanted to ask you about something.” He finally caught your attention as you sat back on his thick thighs with a cock of your head.
“What’s wrong baby?”
He looked down, picking at your skirt as he tried to find the right words. He didn’t think about how he'd ask you. Didn’t think he’d muster up the courage to do it at all, as a matter of fact.
You tilted his chin up to look at you, “What is it?”
“Uhm…” Jungkook gulped. “Michael… the baseball player. H-he was missing for a while before they found his body. He hadn’t been seen since…” he dropped his gaze from you, unable to meet your eyes. “Since…” He gestured towards you.
You huffed. “Since he was with me?”
Jungkook’s eyes were wide, scared of upsetting you. But he nodded hesitantly. You frowned. “What are you trying to say, Jungkook?”
“Well,” Jungkook continued, despite the giant lump in his throat. “If you were the last person to see him alive…”
“You think I had something to do with his death? What the fuck, you’re such a player-hater!” You exclaimed, clearly taking offense to his words. And why wouldn’t you? What he was accusing you of was grave. Murder of all things? You, his pretty girlfriend. Who had been nothing but sweet to him. Who had shown him nothing but affection.
Jungkook felt sick to his stomach. Why would he be accusing you of any of this? For all he knew, you were scared out of your mind too! Maybe you just didn’t show it.
But you were looking at him with an expectant glare, waiting for his explanation. He felt like he was in too deep now, he had to say something.
“I-I…” He stuttered, word vomit falling from his mouth. “You had blood on your skirt the other day.” He blurted out. “And your shirt. And you always have scratches up your arm. And there was another body they found… after Michael. H-he was in our math class. I’ve seen you talk to him before. And...and…” Jungkook blurted out, throwing out the information all at once before he chickened out again.
“Stop.” you interrupted before he started comparing you to a succubus, full with a mental venn diagram. He shut his mouth immediately.
Jungkook trembled as he looked at your pretty face. Pout as you turned your head to the side, shaking it displeased. He expected you to cuss him out, storm out of his room slamming the door, and effectively end your relationship. He fully expected you to leave his virgin ass in the dust, never looking at him again. Taking you and your perfect body with you.
Instead, you just sighed.
“And what if I did?” You pouted.
Jungkook’s heart thudded, dropping to the pits of his stomach. He felt his blood suddenly go cold, his palms excreting an obscene amount of sweat. Trapped under your body, he had nowhere to go. If he could feel his legs shaking, he was sure you could too.
You leaned in closer to him, ignoring his trembling state. He saw a dark shadow pass over your eyes, turning your orbs into black for a second. Breathing got harder. “He was a total A-hole, Jungkook,” you cooed, nails coming up to trace his pretty features, stroking his cheek. Your voice was so soft, the opposite of the words coming smoothly out of your mouth. “He’d done bad things, trust me.”
Jungkook was fully shaking at this point, and completely helpless. He might’ve had a good chance of taking you, his muscles giving him some sort of vantage, sure. But he was frozen to his spot, letting you run your hands up his body and bat your eyelashes to him. He could feel the danger he was, an eerie cloud settling over his humble college dorm. One inch away from being ripped apart and torn up for your satisfaction.
Something kept him rooted to the spot, though. Whether it was fear or a slight sliver of hope (stupidly) in you, he didn’t know. His hands were trembling, but you take them in yours, rubbing comforting circles. He’s on the verge of tears, afraid for his life. “Bunny, I would never do that to you. You trust me don’t you?”
He can’t help but nod his head, some part of him still desperate to please you. His mind screamed at him to get out, but his body responded to you only.
Your eyes were faux big, “You’re still going to take me to the dance… aren’t you?”
Jungkook saw something ungodly in your eyes, past your soft pout. There was a predatory glint, a bloodthirst that wasn’t quenched. Something so evil a horrified shiver passed through him.
He slowly nodded his head.
The grisly look had disappeared from your eyes as you squealed and threw your arms around him, peppering him in your lips gloss and soft pecks. Jungkook didn’t stop you—not when you kissed him hard, drawing moans out from him. Not when you held his hands until his shake was down to a tremble.
Not when you managed to unbutton his pants, and fish his cock out. Or when you gave it a few pumps before telling him you were going to put it in with a peck, waiting for his fretful nod. Not when you sunk down on him, your wet heat sheathing his virgin cock for the first time, moaning and digging your nails into his thigh as he stretched you out. Not when he cried into your chest as he came, busted in less than three minutes into your cunt. Not when you wiped his tears with the pads of your fingers, and stroked his hair, bringing him down from his orgasm gently.
Jungkook didn’t stop you. And if that made him a monster too, then so be it. He’d accept any consequences, all ungodly sins, if it meant he could be with you.
A week had passed since that fateful night, and Jungkook hadn’t detached from you for a minute. You were always at his place, spending the night after class, and waking up next to him in the morning. He’d try to be cautious of his roommate merely a wall apart, but you didn’t seem to care. Ignoring his warnings to be quiet, and making him moan loudly as he shot his seed up into your walls. It was constant, like rabbits.
Jungkook also hadn’t heard about another dead body since Michael’s. Everything was quiet on that front. No new police reports, no supposed sightings. No more blood on your clothes. Life was good.
Friday night of the dance arrived quickly, a lively buzz through the campus as they escorted themselves into the rec center. Jungkook had gotten ready meticulously before picking you up in his jeep. His words were caught in his throat as you stepped out with a short cutoff dress, a ruffle on the side, riding dangerously high up your thigh. You blinked innocently, big smile on your face as you met him at his car door, where he’d gotten out to open it for you. You’d pulled him in by his jacket, staining him in your lip gloss, before settling in his passenger seat with a You coming?
Now, you were here, sat in his lap, at the dance, chatting away with a friend of yours at the table. Jungkook didn’t know who you chose to sit with, but he didn’t care. His eyes were only for you, thick thighs held still as the perfect seat, staring up at you with big eyes and a pristinely tied bow-tie.
Jungkook is reveling in the fact that he’s here with you. You’re cooing and kissing him all night, making sure to share your attention between him and your other friends. His lips must be glossy by now with your taste. He returned the favor with shy pecks on your shoulder as you talked, once he’d built up the courage.
It all almost makes him forget what you did.
“We’ll be back soon.” He heard you say to your friend. She laughed and called back something about taking it easy on the poor boy. You tugged him, lacing your fingers together. Your jewelry and long nails adorned your pretty hands as you wrapped them around his big ones. He followed you blindly as you dragged him out of the loud, bass-booming dance room and into the dark and quieter hallway.
“Where are we going?” Jungkook pouted, eyes wide.
You didn’t respond, rather pushed him up against a door, gripping his collar, and crashed your lips into his. “I care about you so much, Jungkook. More than I’ve ever had the guts to admit.” You mumbled against his lips.
Jungkook let out a surprised squeak, but his response was natural. His lips curved into a pretty little kiss-shape, the perfect target for you. Your hands were pulling him closer, pushing your breasts against him.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me all night, bunny.” Your hands tangled into his hair, pulling his head down and toward your neck. The command implicit—to which Jungkook complied immediately. “I wanna make you feel good. Will you let me?”
Jungkook nodded feverishly against your skin, where he was sucking in one spot. Something you’d taught him to do.
“I know somewhere we can go. We won’t get caught,” your eyes shined as you spoke excitedly, giddily pulling his hand and dragging him along. Your giggle was cute, echoing through the empty halls. But there was something haunting about the sound. A cold edge to it, almost malicious.
You dragged him all the way outside, down to the field where you practiced. Where he picked you up everyday. It looked different at night, though. A chill creeping up his spine at the haunted scene in front of him. Usually lively and crawling with athletes, now completely barren and deserted.
You tugged him past the field, all the way to the back. A chain-link fence came into view, wrapped around an abandoned swimming pool that Jungkook had never known existed. Once close enough, you jerked his hand with a surprising amount of strength, throwing him against the fence.
“Now, baby boy.” You giggled, a finger in your mouth as you batted your eyelashes innocently. “You’re, like, totally buggin’.” Long gone was the pretty and soft expression you wore when looking at Jungkook. Now replaced with a strange glow of your eyes and a sinister gaze adorned your beautiful face.
“What? What are you staring at? O.M.G, is my left popping out?” There’s a sort of hunger in your eyes as you push your dress down, stepping out of the fabric and closer to him. Left in only your heels and pretty jewelry. There was a strong malicious urge in you, and it seemed to be growing.
“Will you let me touch you again, bunny?”
Your eyes glowed with a red hue, getting more prominent by the second. Even though fear was scorching Jungkook’s body like a fire, there was another venom spreading through his body. Your pheromones. And he was only a man, brought to his knees by the popular mean girl who actually gave him the time of day. If Jungkook was a stronger man, he might’ve gathered his bearings and tried to run. Or resist. Or at least say no to your request. Instead, words tumbled out of his mouth that voluntarily sealed his fate.
“Let me eat you out.” He blurted frantically. You stopped in your tracks, cocking your head in confusion. Your heel one inch away from his feet.
“… what the fuck?” Of all the things you’d ever hear your victims say, you couldn’t say you’d ever heard that one. You especially didn’t expect this from Jungkook. Like all of your sexual partners, he was always more focused on his own gratification. Sure, he’d kiss you and grope your tits. But if you wanted him to touch you in the way you needed to be touched, you’d have to guide his hands and keep them there before he strayed elsewhere.
And you didn’t care, it didn’t really matter to you. As a succubus, you got your energy from his orgasms anyway. You didn’t really need to come yourself to milk him dry.
And besides, you liked it better that way. You didn’t need to give the bambi-eyed boy any more reason to get close to your heart. You’d go down denying it, but there was a reason you were pulled to Jungkook in the first place. There was a reason your senses were so tuned into him, your body reacting automatically in his close presence when he’d picked up your notebook that day. A reason why his semen smelled so sweet to you, like a feast.
Since you’d been turned a few months ago, during the summer, you’d been navigating your newfound urges and hunger with little guidance. Using your powers to lure unsuspecting men, degenerate college boys and lewd drunk assholes, into your net. You tried to restrict your victims to only those who deserved it.
But somehow, you couldn’t stop yourself from pursuing Jungkook. The pretty angel-faced boy who doted on you and followed you around like a pet. Who placed his trembling hand on your ass so hesitantly after you guided it there. Who pouted every time he kissed. You thought you had a moral code, but it was hard to control yourself around him. Jungkook had always been a sweetheart to you, from the moment you’d met him freshman year. And somehow, that thud you felt in your heart from his sweetness that you were able to ignore the past year rose up with your newfound urges.
You felt yourself getting crueler as you killed, but you always tried to keep yourself somewhat human. You knew you’d throw that all away after taking Jungkook’s life tonight. You’d rip into the poor boy, your ultimate feast, your last supper. Right before you fully traded in your humanity for the monster you’d become.
“Please,” he begged. He hesitantly stepped towards you, gently pulling you in by the hips. You raised an eyebrow. In your hunger, your fangs had grown in too. He should be utterly petrified, or running for his life. Instead, you met his doe-eyes as he looked down at your devilish face. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he turned you around, switching your positions and leaning you against the chain-link wall.
You had to say, the boy had gall. You didn’t know what he thought he was doing—perhaps he thought you’d take mercy on him. Naïve. Or maybe he thought he could trick you somehow, running off into the woods as if your superior abilities would let him take a step away from you. Foolish.
You were distracted by the press of his soft lips into your inner thigh. His hands wrapped around your thigh, stroking your skin comfortingly with his thumb. The same way you did when you were fucking him.
He trailed his kisses up, soft pecks leaving a warm feeling everywhere they touched. Once he reached your mound, he pressed the gentlest kiss against your nether lips. You didn’t know why such an action sent a shiver through your body.
You cursed as he opened his mouth and tried to wrap his lips around your nub, licking stripes up your pussy haphazardly, his tongue slipping in between your folds in his eagerness.
You let out an involuntary moan as he found your clit, thumbing at it experimentally. His eyes snapped up at the sound, watching your reaction. He did it again, and you felt your body automatically respond to him. One look at you, and he dove in, putting his mouth on your clit instead.
Your hands tangled in his hair as he sucked, jewelry on your hand dangling as you hung on for dear life. Jungkook’s hand was busy feeling through your folds, finding your sensitive parts and spreading your arousal around, making a mess of your pussy. You were surprised at his fervor; never expected an inexperienced boy like him to be so good at head. But you should’ve known Jungkook was different, the moment you sat on his thick cock and he stretched you to no end. A virgin and he fucked that good the first time? Yeah, he was different.
Jungkook pushed his face in between your legs, getting more hungry in his pursuit of your juices. Lapping up at you, he pushed your folds aside to make room for his appetitive tongue. Feeling your legs start to tremble from the pleasure he was giving you, he threw one leg over his shoulder, keeping you steady.
His hands now naturally came to rest on your ass cheeks, pushing you into his mouth further. You didn’t know what was happening to you. You were sweating, even with the cool night air touching your hot skin. Whimpering and whining as this boy knelt on his knees for you. It wasn’t your first time being eaten out, far from it, but this was somehow different. Your other partners had licked at you lazily a few times, before deeming you wet enough to ask you to return the favor.
Something warm tingled down your veins, sending heat straight to your core. You gripped Jungkook’s hair tighter as you felt pressure build up in your core. Butterflies sprung in your stomach as he settled for kitten licks against your clit while looking up at you. He watched to gage your reaction, but just the sight of his innocent eyes made your heart beat faster.
“F-faster, Kookie. Please.” Jungkook didn’t hesitate at your command, diving back in with as much fervor as before.
You felt a sweat bead on your forehead. You were heating up immensely, suddenly feeling like your blood had turned to fire in your veins. Your legs felt unsteady, even with Jungkook supporting you. Your hole fluttered at the proximity of his mouth, pretty pout kissing you so sweetly.
He’d started to push his tongue into your hole experimentally, gathering up all the arousal he could. You felt him prod at your entrance, before spreading your legs further apart and pushing in. You let out a groan as his nose nudged your clit while his tongue explored the confines of your inner walls.
Your vision started flashing blindingly as he took you straight to your peak. With trembling hands, you hold onto his hair. Unable to speak a single word or warn him before your orgasm loomed over you. God, what was he doing to you? What was happening to you?
You felt a feverish temperature erupt through your body, your other hand gripping the chain-link fence behind you frantically. You whipped your head to the side as your breasts heaved with each breath. All you could do was sputter out the pretty boy’s name as he brought you to edge with just his tongue. A feat you thought impossible.
You felt a shock overtake your body as your peak crashed over you, screaming out his name in anguish and pleasure as you gushed out all over his mouth. Your body started to shake immensely, your vision starting to go completely dark. With a pang in your head, you collapsed to your knees, falling into Jungkook’s arms. Unconscious and breathing heavily, completely spent.
Jungkook held you in his arms, trying to shake you awake with a panicked call of your name. “Are you okay? Please wake up.” His heart started to race. “Oh god, what have I done?”
Jungkook thought he knew what he was doing. He thought those Secrets of the Occult books that Jae lent him held some truth. He thought that he’d done his research thoroughly, spending those few hours you were at practice pouring over endless sources to find all the information he could about succubi.
He thought he was helping you. Jungkook knew he was risking his life coming here to the dance with you tonight, but his answer was never going to be ‘no.’ Though alarm bells went off in his head the moment you dragged him up from his seat at the table, he didn’t refuse. Was willing to put his life on the line, for just the chance that he could save you.
Succubi, he’d read, thrived off of other people’s pleasure. They only feed off the energy they received from drawing out orgasms. Most succubi, especially young ones, didn’t seek their own gratification at all, deeming it completely unnecessary and meaningless. Only, Jungkook had learned, it wasn’t completely meaningless. If a succubi was pleasured, they would render more control over their own urges, and learn how to live with their hunger more easily. Not to mention, their hunger would be satiated much easier, not needing to kill and tear off body parts to feed. It was the difference between a human and a monster.
Jungkook thought he was doing the right thing. Never in any of his books did it mention cunnilingus as a danger to the succubi! Your body grew colder in his arms, dropping down to temperatures below the cool night air.
He bowed his head. All he wanted was you. And now here he was, holding your fainting body. A dying star. A single teardrop fell from his eyes.
“Oh my god, I feel like I just had a vibrator stuck up my vagina.” You stirred, his tear landing on your cheek, trailing down your face. Your hand went up to your hair as you tried lifting yourself, meeting his shocked eyes.
“Jungkook...bunny... you…” Your hand came up to his cheek, soft eyes with a hint of tears, “you saved me.”
You leaned in, pressing a kiss against his pliable lips. It was so full of emotion, something you’d never known before. His lips molded to your immediately, kissing you back with tears on his face.
“I-I thought I’d hurt you,” he revealed once you pulled away. “I thought you were gone.”
You shook your head, a small laugh bubbling up in your chest. He cared so much about you, it was sweet.
“No. I was going to hurt you though.” You brought up, looking down into your lap. You couldn’t meet his big doe-eyes, not with the sober mind you had now. Not with what you’d almost done to your perfect boy. “Why did you do that, bunny? Why did you stay?”
It was his turn to look away, fiddling with his fingers and mumbling under his breath. “I like you. Wanted to save you. Or whatever.”
You couldn’t take the fullness in your heart, crashing your lips back into his in lieu of a response. Your heart beat loudly with the adrenaline flowing through.
In the arms of a cute, pouty boy. And you felt vulnerable for the first time since you turned—not just because you were stark naked save for your heels. Maybe his fluffy head smothered in your boobs was your missing piece all along.
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