BUNNY ‖ three
While hanging out with Taehyung and his friends at your place, you receive a notification about Bunny putting on a show soon.
⤑ word count: 9.5k ⤑ pairing: jungkook x reader ⤑ genre: smut, camboy!au, angst, friends to lovers ⤑ warnings: smut (unprotected intercourse, masturbation); jk is still shy, the oc is acting dumb, taehyung is still the pushy friend; a lot of nastiness all around (jk is putting on a show and the oc is watching), the oc joins the stream; lots of dirty talk ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ prev. chapter ‖ next chapter ‖ masterlist
When you got home from the gym two weeks after having sex with Jungkook in a bathroom stall—clearly, not one of your proudest moments—you found him drinking with your roommate and Jimin in the living room. Seeing him there with his friends wasn’t exactly what you were hoping for, not after the radio silence the last couple of weeks.
It didn’t help that Jungkook was wearing tight black jeans and was practically lying on the sofa with his legs spread wide, which gave you a great view of his thighs and crotch. The fact that you looked made you feel like a pervert. Why were you even thinking about it? Jungkook was the last thing you should have been thinking about.
However, two weeks passed since you’d had an orgasm, so you couldn’t help but sneak a glance Jungkook’s way. The reason for your new dry spell was mostly you being busy with work but it was also you not wanting to be the one to text Jungkook first. Hell no.
You two had sex, you clearly had chemistry, so you didn’t get why Jungkook didn’t even text you afterward. He seemed really eager to fuck you that night and it sounded like he was worried about you being interested in him. Then, he did a 180 and completely ignored you after. Jungkook had a great dick and was a nice guy, but that didn’t mean you should throw away your dignity and start chasing him. You weren’t that desperate for human contact.
So, instead of paying attention to your failed two-night stand, you greeted the whole group and tried to make your way to your bedroom as fast as possible, but of course Taehyung’s big mouth had to interfere. He wouldn’t be Taehyung if he didn’t have a snarky comment for each situation, which is why you usually loved the dude. Not that night.
“I get that Jimin and I will get a simple “hi”, but Jungkook?” Taehyung pretended to be shocked, placing his hand over his heart while staring at you. Then, he turned to Jungkook with a smirk on his face. “Guess you weren’t that impressive.”
Oh, so they knew? You weren’t sure if everyone was in on it or not. Of course, they knew about the first time but ever since you texted Taehyung saying you weren’t interested, their childish jokes stopped. Nobody even mentioned Jungkook in your presence until that night.
However, you couldn’t avoid them these last couple of weeks, so you had a feeling these two fools knew you had sex with their friend again. Besides, when Jungkook offered his hand and got you away from the table, you knew everyone would jump to conclusions about where you two were going.
Jimin laughed loudly at the “joke” and then threw a cushion at Taehyung while Jungkook tongued his cheek and simply glared at you, deciding not to say anything back, which was a smart decision.
“I don’t want to say anything to any guy in front of you,” you spat the words at your roommate with a grin. “You kind of have a talent for ruining everything for people. Anyway, I just came from the gym so I’ll go take shower. Be nice!”
You slammed the door behind you when you heard Jimin suggesting that Jungkook should ask you if he could join. The fact that the idea sent shivers down your spine was stupid, mostly because he hadn’t shown any interest in you since you two last hooked up.
If Jungkook had texted you, all this teasing wouldn’t be a problem, if you were being honest. However, since he didn’t, it was awkward because it seemed like Jungkook wasn’t interested anymore. It was embarrassing to be around him when you knew he was the only guy who could make you come during sex, which would effectively make him the best sex you’ve ever had, and yet, he seemed to have lost interest in you after sleeping with you twice.
But then again, this outcome was completely expected. After all, Taehyung always talked about Jungkook as if he was just trying to get laid, so you don’t even know why you thought it would happen again and again. You wanting to fuck his brains out wasn’t a reason for him to put in some effort. Jungkook got what he wanted twice—maybe he now wanted something else.
Despite all of the awkwardness, you joined the guys an hour later. You were hungry, thirsty, and tired of hiding in your room just because some guy you slept with was drinking in your living room. Besides, you remembered that Jungkook was probably more embarrassed than you and that was what made you join them. Why should you feel bad about him being here? Jungkook chose to come to your place, so he should be the one to feel awkward, not the other way around.
Luckily, Taehyung kept his mouth shut this time around and Namjoon arrived in the meantime, so you had an unbiased person to talk to, someone who wouldn’t throw around comments about Jungkook and you every couple of minutes.
Sometime later, a couple of other friends arrived, including some girls, and Taehyung informed you that they’d be going to the club in an hour or so, which wasn’t a problem. It only meant that you had an hour to put up with Jungkook being there and try to avoid comments about him as much as you could.
You noticed him sneaking glances your way a couple of times, even if you knew there was no point in thinking you’d get to come because of his hands again. You weren’t going to let the stares go to your head.
Namjoon went to get some ice from the kitchen, so you joined him because you wanted to use any excuse you could to leave the room, and you felt Jungkook’s eyes following you from the second you two got up.
Of course, nothing would happen between you and Namjoon—you learned your lesson about hooking up with Taehyung’s friends. Namjoon was just the only person there who didn’t seem to know or care about your and Jungkook’s thing, so it felt refreshing to talk to someone who could talk about anything else other than your private life.
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A couple of drinks in, you found yourself sitting on the sofa alone because one of the girls asked Namjoon to show her where the ice is, which you took as a sign of her wanting to get Namjoon alone, and you weren’t the one to cockblock people. You took the hint and let them leave to the kitchen, which meant you ended up alone on the sofa.
You could feel Jungkook staring at you as soon as the two of them got up and left, but when you finally gave in and looked at him, Jungkook looked away and started to type something on his phone. Was he trying to play games with you?
If Jungkook texted you then, after ignoring you for two weeks, you’d probably blow up and tell him to fuck off. Yeah, he was cute and extremely attractive in this tight black outfit, but you weren’t that easy or desperate.
Contrary to your expectations, Jungkook didn’t text you, which did sting a little bit. Why stare at you and get you to look at him just to start texting someone else? Weird.
The thing that stung more, however, was the email you’d received: Bunny was live-streaming tonight.
Before you knew Jungkook was Bunny, this type of notification would get you excited, which was kind of pathetic now that you thought about it. What kind of an adult female gets happy hearing some random guy would jerk off online and let her watch? Sad, truly. Thankfully, those days were behind you—not by choice, clearly—but, at the time, you couldn’t come without assistance, and watching Bunny was the only thing that helped.
To be honest, fucking him helped too, but that clearly wasn’t an option anymore. Nowadays, neither was watching him, sadly. You couldn’t join the stream now that you knew Jungkook was Bunny, especially not after sleeping with him. You just couldn’t see yourself running to your room and turning on the live stream while knowing the guy on the other end of the screen was Jungkook, and that you fucked him, and that he couldn’t even text you after. It ruined the whole thing for you.
The thing was, Jungkook hadn’t posted as Bunny ever since that night you realized he was Bunny and he found out you knew about it. The last time you two talked, he told you he wasn’t posting anymore because he thought showing his naked body online would ruin his chances with you or something along those lines. You didn’t really remember the night as clearly as you hoped you would, but you knew Jungkook mentioned something like that.
Well, Jungkook wasn’t worried about that anymore, and he made it clear by sending the email to his audience. He notified his fanbase that he’d be putting on a show soon, obviously no longer worrying about his chances with you, which was another sign of him not caring about this thing of yours.
You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of watching, though. Jungkook wasn’t the only man out there, and you could move on. There were a bunch of other cam boys on the internet who could bring you the same type of excitement and pleasure, and you didn’t know them in real life, which was even better.
As if Taehyung sensed something was wrong, he plopped down on the sofa next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer to give your temple a peck. Ah, he was tipsy! Whenever Taehyung got drunk, he got touchy-feely with those he cared about, which included you. You weren’t about to complain—you’d take his emotional side over the teasing one any day.
“Sorry if I was being mean earlier,” your roommate whispered at you, even though there was no need—Jungkook had already gone somewhere and wouldn’t hear a word of your conversation. “I was just wondering what was going on.”
“I’m not lying to you when I say nothing,” you admitted with a grin, hoping Taehyung would finally realize you were telling the truth. If something was going on, you’d share it with him—you weren’t doing something you had to hide. Of course, except the whole Bunny thing, but that was something you’d both take to the grave with you.
“Yeah, I figured that,” Taehyung grimaced, showing you he wasn’t happy about that turn of events. You knew that in his perfect world, all his friends would be happy and have tons of sex, of course. After all, it was his perfect world. “Things between you do seem kind of dry if I can say that, and I don’t get it.”
“It’s okay,” you patted Taehyung’s thigh. For some reason, you felt like you had to comfort him, and not the other way around. “Don’t worry about it, we’re both adults, right?”
“You are, but…” Taehyung leaned in and accidentally head-butted you, which just showed how drunk he was. “Sorry. I’m just trying to say that Jungkook has a lot less experience than you when it comes to talking to folks, so take that into account, too, before leaving him out of the picture.”
“What, his generation doesn’t know how to text?” You spat the words back with a chuckle, hoping you didn’t sound upset because you weren’t. Jungkook had every right not to give a fuck about you, but the fact that your friend was trying to put in a good word and pretend the guy can’t even text you was just too much. “Please!”
“Not when he’s really into someone, I think,” Taehyung gave you a wink and then got up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I think it’s time we leave for the club or I’ll just pass out here and miss out on all the fun.”
The other people agreed with Taehyung that it was time to leave, and you and Jungkook were the only ones who said they wouldn’t be going out. Taehyung expected you to say no because you’d already told him you didn’t feel like going out, but he didn’t think Jungkook wasn’t going. He gave his friend a questioning look but dropped it as soon as Jungkook quickly shook his head, clearly not in the mood to explain himself.
Well, Taehyung clearly wasn’t on Bunny’s mailing list, or he would have understood why Jungkook didn’t feel like going. He had a show to put on, money to make, women to enchant!, you thought to yourself and almost snickered. You wondered how Taehyung would feel about the whole Bunny thing. He’d probably be very supportive while also teasing the hell out of Jungkook whenever he could.
“Are you staying behind with Jungkook?” Taehyung whispered at you when he took you to the side seconds before leaving the apartment. “You can tell me!”
“No, Taehyung,” you sighed, getting a bit annoyed. It wasn’t Taehyung’s fault, though. One look at him told you he was wasted, so you simply chuckled and patted his shoulders. “Dude, we’ve just had this conversation. Let it go, okay? Jungkook and I are not as close as you think we are.”
“Okay, be all secretive about it, then. Don’t let me in. Have a secret life with my friend I know nothing about,” Taehyung raised both hands in the air and then shouted loud enough for Jungkook to hear. “You two have fun!”
With that, the group started leaving the apartment and you noticed that Jungkook was lingering on. Did he have an end goal, or did he just want to let his friends leave and then sprint out himself and avoid talking to you? Obviously, he couldn’t go out, not when he notified all his fans that he’d be live streaming.
Despite your expectations, Jungkook was the last one left in the apartment, and it seemed like he just didn’t have the intention to leave. Instead, he stood in the middle of the living room and waited for you to close the door behind Namjoon, who was the last to leave after giving you a hug and thanking you for your patience around that many drunk people. Always so sensible. You wondered why Taehyung hadn’t introduced him to you sooner, long before the thing with Jungkook ever happened.
You closed the door and looked at Jungkook questioningly, waiting for him to say something. After all, he was the one standing in your living room after all his friends left, so it was his turn to speak up, no matter how nervous he was. What did he want from you?
“Need help cleaning up?” Jungkook asked after clearing his throat.
Then, he looked around the living room, as if he was trying to show you that you did need his help. He was right, though. The group did leave a bit of a mess behind and it would take you a while to get everything to the kitchen, wash the dishes, and clean the table. You knew that Taehyung would wake up tomorrow afternoon and you wouldn’t be able to put up with the mess until then.
“Sure,” you said and started grabbing as many cups as you could and quickly bringing them to the kitchen.
You’d already decided you weren’t going to do dishes tonight, not after the busy day at work and then the workout at the gym, but you were going to clean up the living room. There was nothing worse than getting up in the morning and having to deal with a mess you didn’t even make.
While placing the dishes in the sink, you wondered if you should ask Jungkook about the stream and why he decided to do it again. It could be seen as you prying into his life, which you really didn’t want to do. Was it any of your business?
But then again, you two needed to act friendly after everything. It’s not like he let you down in some way or broke a promise. After all, the two of you were still Taehyung’s closest friends and that wasn’t going to change. You had to be friendly with each other, at least.
Jungkook joined you in the kitchen soon after with his hands full of cups and placed them in the sink without a word. The next time he came back, Jungkook brought over all the alcohol that Taehyung and his friends left in the living room, placing it back on the shelf the bottles usually occupied. He’d been at the apartment a million times before, so he knew his way around without you having to tell him anything.
“That’s the last of it,” Jungkook informed you when he was done.
With that, he walked back out into the living room, which made you wonder why Jungkook was going back there instead of home. Was he planning on staying? With you? Why? Wasn’t his live-stream supposed to start soon?
You wanted to get some answers, so you followed Jungkook into the living room. When he noticed that you were glaring at him from the kitchen door, Jungkook turned to face you as he made himself comfortable on the sofa.
“What?” He looked at you, clearly confused as to why you were staring at him as if him sitting down instead of leaving after everyone left wasn’t completely out of character. “We’re not going to talk?”
“Talk about what?” You asked, linking your arms across your chest and staying away from Jungkook and his hot body and that smile that told you he was so fucking confident all of a sudden. What the hell happened in the last half an hour that made him act this way?
“You seem kind of upset with me, so maybe that,” Jungkook suggested.
You then realized he was putting on this confident facade, but his nervousness was starting to show—he was rubbing his palms against his thighs as he waited for you to say something. Of course, Jungkook didn’t like being the center of attention, and he sure was now because you didn’t look away from his face even once.
“I’m sorry if I seem upset,” you sighed, realizing that you were acting kind of bitchy towards someone just because things didn’t go the way you wanted them to. Taehyung was right: not having sex for a long time has messed with you. Now that you got a taste of it again, you were acting like a fool. “I’m really not. It’s just been a long day.”
“You sure?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up, making you question everything. Where did this playful tone of his come from all of a sudden? “Why are you standing all the way over there?”
You walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Jungkook with a long sigh, deciding that you could play the game too. Besides, the more comfortable he felt around you, the better for your friendship with each other and Taehyung. “Better?”
“Much,” Jungkook grinned and then looked away, nodding. After a couple of seconds of silence, he spoke up again. “Are you sure you’re not mad? I’m asking because you used to act friendly around me.”
Jungkook’s words took you by surprise. Did you stop acting friendly towards Jungkook after you’d slept with him? If your behavior changed, it did so for no other reason than the fact that he didn’t text you, even though he’d never promised to do it.
Why were you so hung up on Jungkook anyway? Was he really the best sex of your life? Well, yeah, but that didn’t mean you two had to continue having sex. It was a casual thing, it happened, and that was it. He was still Jungkook, Taehyung’s shy friend who had a problem looking you in the eye when other people were around. Why start treating him differently?
“I think the fact that you came inside of me and then never texted me after had something to do with it,” you said nonchalantly, which made Jungkook choke on his own spit. You knew he’d get flustered if you used such crude language, but it was all true. You were both there, ready to talk it out, so why not be honest? “I mean, it’s totally cool, but you know.”
“You could have texted too,” Jungkook pointed out, tonguing his cheek, clearly embarrassed—you could tell by the way he quickly looked away. “I didn’t because… I told you I was… I… Wanted a chance with you. So the ball was kind of in your court, right?”
Did he say that? Maybe before he fucked you.
The whole thing was in a fog, except when he was inside of you, if you were being honest. You did remember Jungkook telling you something about him wanting a chance with you, which is why he didn’t live-stream since then. Until tonight, that is. But, that wasn’t the last thing he told you or something he really emphasized. To you, it was something he said in passing because he wanted to fuck and you happened to be at the same club and clearly into him.
“Maybe,” you shrugged with a grin. “I guess I’m just used to gentlemen.”
It was a shameless lie. Not only were you not used to gentlemen, you weren’t used to men at all, at least not in the last couple of years. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so desperate as to watch online streamers to get off. But Jungkook didn’t have to know that. If he was being cocky about it, so could you.
“Oh,” Jungkook bit on his lower lip and cocked an eyebrow up. “My mistake then. So, do you want me to text you first?”
“Please do,” you said, letting it show just how desperate you clearly were.
When was the last time you showed any kind of dignity around Jungkook? You couldn’t remember, but you really didn’t have anything to lose. You two had already slept together, you knew each other’s very deep and dark secret that you didn’t want out, and it’s clear that you were into him. He seemed to be into you, so there was no reason to pretend you weren’t interested.
Seeing Jungkook pull his phone out of his pocket and start typing stirred you from your thoughts about being into him. Was he really checking his phone in the middle of this conversation? Then, your phone vibrated and you grabbed it before even thinking about how lame it would seem because it became obvious Jungkook had just texted you.
Jungkook: sorry for taking so long. want to hang out?
The ridiculousness of it all made you chuckle, and Jungkook seemed to be happy with himself, the drinks he had already clearly had something to do with that.
“Hang out how?” You asked with a smirk on your face, enjoying the fact that you got him nervous for a second.
“What we did the first time is more up my alley,” Jungkook admitted but had to look away a second in unable to maintain eye contact any longer.
“Oh, so you’re not a fan of fucking women in bathroom stalls?” You prolonged his suffering for a while by being so straightforward about it. Jungkook could talk a lot of shit, but when you did the same, he seemed to shy away.
“It’s not that I’m not a fan of fucking you in a stall,” Jungkook shifted in his seat so that he was facing you. It was now your turn to squirm. “I just prefer to do it somewhere more private, somewhere we can do whatever we want.”
“Hm,” you hummed and nodded slowly. Was that an invite? You really hoped it was because you wanted to feel Jungkook again, despite everything you told yourself earlier. If you were both down to have sex, there was nothing stopping you. “Sounds nice.”
“Are you, uh, interested?” Jungkook looked straight into your eyes when asking, and you had to give him props for that. He clearly wasn’t the most open person out there, especially when it came to women, so you had to commend him for asking that while looking right at you.
If there was one thing you could conclude about your thing with Jungkook is that it made him a lot more confident when it came to sex. Here he was, asking you if you were interested in fucking him. Taehyung would have been proud if he were there, you were sure.
“Don’t you have a live stream to get to?” You shrugged and leaned back against the sofa, taking your eyes off of him. Maybe you were a bit salty about him putting on a show for others when he didn’t text you, but that was his own fault.
“Why don’t you join me, then?”
Your head snapped in Jungkook’s direction before he had the chance to laugh at his own suggestion. “What?”
“Well, the way I see it, we both want to have fun,” Jungkook looked at your mouth when he said that and you knew exactly what kind of fun you two would have. “And I announced a stream. So, why not kill two birds with one stone?”
“You think I’d join you on stream?” You lowered your voice and practically hissed the words at him before laughing out loud. “Me? Looking like this?”
There was no way in hell you’d be comfortable getting naked in front of more than one person at a time, let alone showing your body to a bunch of women who logged on to see this man with the body of a Greek god and a dick of a pornstar. They’d be pissed off if some woman got in the way of seeing Jungkook’s body in all its glory.
Jungkook rolled his eyes at you and grabbed your thigh, digging his fingers into your skin. “Don’t say that in front of me, okay? You look amazing.”
Despite not agreeing with him, you appreciated the sentiment so you nodded and Jungkook released your thigh from his warm grasp. “They don’t have to see you. You can just watch me do what I do while I watch you. It will be over soon and then we can have fun.”
You were way past watching Bunny’s videos. In fact, you promised yourself you’d never do that again.
However, if you went over to Jungkook’s and watched him jerk off in person, it would be totally different, at least that‘s what you told yourself. Besides, you wanted each other, so why not make the most out of it?
Nobody would know, it would remain your little secret, and Jungkook would finally touch you again.
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And that’s how you found yourself naked on Jungkook’s bed, save for a large t-shirt he gave you to put on, even though you knew none of these people could see you. You didn’t want to be associated with Bunny’s channel in any way, so you decided to sit on the bed and stay covered while enjoying the sight of a naked Jungkook walking into the bedroom after taking a shower, his hair curly and wet, drops of water still all over his body, making it even more attractive, if that was even possible.
The Uber ride to Jungkook’s place was weird since you were both lost in your own thoughts. You weren’t sure if he was regretting his decision to ask you to come watch him in person. The whole Bunny thing was really personal for him, and you thought he asked you to join in the heat of the moment, but might change his mind later on. It’s not that you would mind.
Of course, you wanted to see him touch himself live, but you could get to see it after the live stream, up close and personal, so it wasn’t like you were going to miss out on something. You were fine either way.
When you got there, Jungkook led you to his room and explained how the whole thing worked from his side, which is when you told him you wanted to stay on the bed.
“Once I’m done, can I turn it off and come fuck you?” Jungkook asked, his eyes suddenly seemed so dark as if he was already turned on, even though you two hadn’t even touched each other. By that point, you’d only said yes to watching him.
“Why not?” You agreed to it without giving it a second thought. What would be the point of overthinking the whole thing? You wanted Jungkook, he wanted you.
So, Jungkook gave you a shirt of his to put on so you could enjoy the show the right way, and you knew exactly what he meant by it. Besides, you doubted that you could just sit there and watch him do this live without feeling the need to touch yourself.
When he walked back into the room naked, your head snapped up in his direction and the last thing you expected of him was to walk over to the bed, crouch in front of you, and pull you in closer by holding onto your thighs.
“You look great,” Jungkook said, kneeling between your legs. What was he going to do? Your pussy throbbed at the idea of him being so close to you. “And I can’t wait for the stream to finish.”
“I can’t wait to watch,” you admitted, placing your hands on Jungkook’s cheeks and rubbing them with your thumbs—even though he was trying to get you to relax, his voice was shivering, which told you he was the one who needed it. “You look great.”
Your comment made him flustered, you could tell by the way he chuckled and looked at the floor. So, instead of keeping things PG and letting him mentally prepare for the show, you pulled Jungkook in closer and kissed him. He let out a sigh of relief and kissed you back, quickly getting up from his knees.
Before you knew it, you were lying on the bed with Jungkook on top of you, his tongue in your mouth, his hard cock pressing against your stomach. You felt the urge to wrap your legs around him and just ask him to shove it in. Fuck the live stream, fuck all the women who were waiting for him, fuck the tips.
“Fuck,” Jungkook grunted and propped himself up on his elbows, moving away from you, though unwillingly. “If we keep going, that stream will be really short.”
You laughed, happy about the effect you had on this extremely handsome guy who you watched up to a couple of weeks ago. “You’re right, you should get ready… I’ll stay here and watch. Jungkook?”
“Yeah?” His voice quivered once again as he stared right into your eyes, his nose right next to yours, so close.
“You know that if you want me to, I can go watch TV or something,” you nodded slowly, hoping you sounded reassuring. “We can continue later.”
“Hm,” Jungkook pretended to think about it as he got up and walked over to his chair. “I think I’ll have more fun if you’re here.”
“How do you usually do it?” You asked, sitting up so you could get a better look at his naked body. It felt creepy, but that’s why he invited you in the first place. “Do you watch porn or think about something hot?”
“Porn,” Jungkook admitted with a nod. “It stops me from thinking about how many people are out there watching. If I didn’t watch porn, I’d have to look at the screen and see what the people are writing and I’d realize that there were so many of them watching me and it would fuck me up.”
You nodded, understanding how nervous that could make someone. You could never put on a show like Jungkook did, play with yourself like that for everyone to see, and look so hot doing it. Your mind would be working overtime if you were ever in that situation, knowing hundreds of people were glued to their screen, staring at you.
Jungkook set everything up on his PC, and moved it to the side, just enough so he had a good look at you while still staying in the frame. “No porn today, just you.”
“Oh, really?” You chuckled, unable to contain your laughter. The situation was so sexually tense, yet Jungkook made it seem so sweet with the way he smiled at you. What was going on with you today? You kept flip-flopping when it came to Jungkook. “I hope I’ll live up to it.”
“Trust me, you will,” he nodded aggressively. “You don’t have to touch yourself if you don’t want to. Do whatever feels right for you.”
Jungkook looked you in the eye again and then quickly looked at the PC and started clicking. He was so attractive that it was becoming annoying. Did he always have to look perfect, even when he was visibly nervous?
“Okay, don’t worry,” you responded. “You do your thing.”
“You know you’re more than welcome to join, right?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up and turned his attention to you.
“No way,” you responded without thinking about it because there wasn’t anything to think about. Getting naked for so many strangers was not your thing, and you didn’t want to ruin his pretty successful career. “I’m more comfortable watching. Besides, I don’t think your fans would appreciate seeing another woman touching you.”
Jungkook scoffed at your statement. “The people who watch are just trying to get off, right? Isn’t it easier to imagine yourself there when someone’s getting fucked than when I’m just jerking off?”
Well, he had a point there, but you were sure there would be those who would mind seeing someone other than Jungkook in the stream. People watched to see a man play with himself, not fuck someone.
“I love how you’re asking me this since I’m the target audience,” you joked but then actually gave it a thought. “Maybe you’re right.”
“If you change your mind, just know you can come in anytime,” Jungkook grinned at you warmly. “Once this is done, it’s showtime. Talk to you soon, it’s starting.”
A couple of clicks later, Jungkook leaned back into his chair and spread his legs, which was a clear sign of the stream beginning, so you cocked your head to the side and watched him.
You knew how attractive Jungkook was when he was naked, but seeing him do this brought the whole thing to the next level. Watching him squirt lube all over his already hard cock was enough to get you to gulp—you already wanted him and he hadn’t even started.
Jungkook moaned loudly as he moved his hand up and down his cock, making slick, wet sounds in the process, knowing it turned on everyone watching the stream, including you.
It all sounded so hot—his moans, the wetness of the lube, the sounds his fist made around his cock. And he was right there in the same room as you, looking at you while he stroked himself.
Jungkook suddenly hissed, taking you by surprise, even though you’d heard him do it a million times before as an avid watcher. “Do you like watching this, huh?”
For a second, you forgot that he was doing this for the stream and the thousands of people watching him and you almost responded that you fucking loved it, but you stopped yourself in time. Still, the way Jungkook was looking at you told you that he was asking you.
“I knew you would… Is it big enough for you?” Jungkook asked, grabbing his cock by the base and then smacking it against the palm of his other hand, letting it make a loud, wet sound, and you instantly remembered how that cock sounded when it hit your slit that way, sticking to it because of your juices. “Hard enough, hm? Will it fit inside that pretty little mouth of yours?”
When Jungkook said that, your hand flew down to your crotch and you cupped yourself, feeling the need to rub yourself against something, preferably Jungkook’s face. However, that was out of the question, so you used your palm instead, unable to contain yourself. There was no way you were getting through the stream without touching yourself.
“Let me see it, come on, be a good girl,” Jungkook said and you knew he was now talking to you. In fact, you could see him looking at you with a cocked eyebrow, clearly staring at your crotch and your hand blocking his access to it.
So, you listened to him and spread your legs wide, pulling the shirt up to your waist so as to give Jungkook a good view of your bare crotch, which he really seemed to like.
“I bet you’re so fucking wet for me already,” he grunted, licking his lips, before continuing to stroke his cock. “Look how hard you made me and you haven’t even touched me yet.”
You sank your teeth into your lower lip, not wanting to make a sound, not when so many people were watching him, but it was almost impossible. You started to rub your clit as you stared at Jungkook, enjoying his gaze and his every move. “Just like that, make yourself feel good… Wish I was there touching you, right?”
Jungkook hummed in approval and started to moan gently as he tugged at his cock, throwing in a hiss here and there to keep the rhythm going. Fuck, you loved hearing him be so vocal so fucking much. It was your favorite part of Bunny’s streams, but seeing it in person beat watching it through a screen by a mile.
How could he look so fucking confident and full of himself sitting there naked, jerking off, staring right at your crotch but then also be unable to say a full sentence when he was dressed? It made no sense, but it didn’t have to—you were there to enjoy.
“I bet you want me so bad right now,” Jungkook groaned loudly, kicking his head back, allowing you and all the other women on the line to watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he gulped. You wished you could walk over to him and lick and bite his neck since he liked it so much. “Want me to fill you up, huh?”
You started to rub your clit with the back of your palm, going in hard, applying a lot of pressure as you moved your hand in circles, wanting to come as the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach was becoming unbearable so fast.
It probably felt that way because it was dirty and wrong and you knew hundreds of people were on the other side of the screen, watching Jungkook, doing the same thing as you—staring at him with spread legs, imagining he was right there, about to fuck them.
But, for all those people, he was just a fantasy while you got to have him, and that turned you on a lot more than you imagined it would. Fuck, you wanted Jungkook to walk over and shove his cock inside of you, and you weren’t sure when you turned into that kind of a person.
“You look so pretty touching yourself like that,” Jungkook said with a chuckle and the best part about it, his smirk, wasn’t caught on the stream. It made you want to scream his name. “Bet you’d look even prettier with my cock inside you.”
Your walls were pulsating around nothing and you needed something to fill you up. The pressure you were applying against your clit wasn’t enough—it just got you wetter and more excited, but it didn’t help get rid of the horniness. Jungkook’s moans in the background weren’t helping at all, either.
“Yeah, baby, like that,” Jungkook said, staring right at you, and the fact that you knew what it felt like to be on the other end of his laptop, watching him jerk off like this while saying these nasty things turned you on. “You like touching yourself for me, huh?”
The fact that you were there with him and were the subject of his attention while he did those things was an even bigger turn-on, especially since you could see just how excited Jungkook was. He’d barely begun, yet his dick seemed so inviting and ready for you.
You nodded at Jungkook, which made him hiss and kick his head back. “I knew you were a slut for me… I love it. Want to spank your ass with my dick.”
The image of Jungkook smacking his hard dick across your ass made you shove a finger inside of yourself. You were surprised to feel how wet you were, clearly eager to feel Jungkook’s mouth or cock on you. His eyes widened as he watched your fingers enter you and reappear all wet and sticky with your juices.
Jungkook grunted and closed his eyes for a second and the act turned you on a lot more than you thought something so simple would. It was for your eyes only, and you knew it meant he was holding it all in.
“I could come just thinking about getting to touch you like that… How many fingers do you have there, two?” Jungkook cocked his head to the side and grinned, his hand still moving up and down his cock fervently, making slick noises along the way. “I think you’ll need at least three if you want my dick to fit, baby… One more.”
You listened to what he asked of you and realized that Jungkook was right—three did feel a lot better than two. Still, the feeling was not even close to the way his dick filled you up, especially when it was so hard. You couldn’t wait for Jungkook to finish the stream so he could fuck you. But, then you remembered that he wouldn’t be able to fuck you, not after coming, so you kicked your head back and almost groaned in frustration but didn’t, knowing you weren’t supposed to be heard at all.
“Now go fast for me,” Jungkook suggested, moaning at the end of his question. “Fuck yourself… Think of me… Make yourself come around those pretty fingers.”
You leaned back on your elbow, continuing to move your fingers in and out quickly, touching that spot over and over again while staring right at Jungkook’s eyes. For a long while, you forgot who he was and who you were, and only focused on the fact that he was a naked man jerking himself off and staring at you doing the same, and the thought made you feel amazing.
“Just like that, baby… Faster… Harder… Want to come all over you,” Jungkook ended the thought with a hiss and you saw some precum leak out of his cock, which made you want to taste him badly.
This gorgeous male specimen with a great dick was sitting right in front of you, getting himself off on you watching him, and you had him all for yourself, at least tonight—just that was enough to get you feral. The way Jungkook was looking at you messed with your head, and you couldn’t stop staring at his face. You knew very well you should have been focusing on his broad shoulders, toned torso, or that rock-hard dick of his, but you couldn’t.
Yes, your gaze flew down from time to time, but the look on Jungkook’s pretty little face was a lot more arousing to you, and so was knowing you turned him on. You were the reason for his moans, grunts, and hisses, and the subject of all the dirty, nasty things he was saying he wanted to do.
“I can’t wait for you to feel my cock, baby,” he kept talking, turning you on even more. He was putting on a show, of course, so he had to be as vocal as possible, and that included moaning on top of all the dirty talk. “I bet you’d come around it so fast… I could fuck you for days and not get tired.”
You let yourself plop down on the bed as you felt your orgasm approach, which wasn’t hard to recognize—your toes curled, your stomach was shaking, and the fire in the pit of your stomach was about to explode. Your fingers kept moving in and out and Jungkook kept moaning and telling you how pretty you looked and you couldn’t hold it in, so you bit on your fist and let your body spasm as you rode out your high, wishing Jungkook was inside of you instead of your own fingers.
“Fuck, did you come for me?” Jungkook asked before chuckling, and you didn’t even react to his question or the fact that it was really specific—a lot of the viewers wouldn’t be able to relate. “I can make you come without even touching you. Imagine what I could do with my dick...”
You propped yourself up on your elbow again and gently pulled the fingers out of you, spreading them apart and lifting them to give Jungkook a better look.
“Mhm,” he hummed in approval. “So wet for me… Wet and sticky… I bet I’d slide right in.”
You nodded with a grin, which made Jungkook look away and you dared think he got shy, even if for a second. But, he soon regained his composure and grunted. “I want to explode all over you, shower you with cum… Cum in you and when it starts dripping out of your pussy, pump it all back in, stuff you full of it, mhm?”
You bit down on your lower lip and moved your hand down to your crotch again, gently teasing your clit. It was still engorged and sensitive, but you had to get off again. You couldn’t resist, not when Jungkook looked so fucking good.
“Come ride my cock, baby, please,” Jungkook begged, looking at you suggestively with a raised eyebrow. You could swear you heard the desperation in his voice and you figured he wanted to come. “Let me—ah, fuck!—fill you up.”
You tried so hard not to make a sound—you didn’t want all those women to know someone was in the room with Bunny, but it was so difficult when Jungkook was practically begging you to come ride him. “You know it would feel so good… I fill you up nicely every time.”
The worst part about the whole thing was that you were contemplating actually doing it. Nobody could see you if they couldn’t see him because you knew Bunny paid attention to it and never showed anything above his neck. He set the whole thing up so the viewers couldn’t tell his identity.
So, if you walked over to Jungkook and sat on his cock, nobody would see you. You already came, but you were still so eager to feel him, especially when he had such a sweet face but such a filthy mouth, and when he was practically begging you to do it.
“Don’t stay quiet, pretty,” Jungkook moaned at you, cocking his head to the side. “Make some noise for me… Show me how much you like watching.”
You licked your lips and shoved your fingers inside of your pussy again, spreading your thighs to give him a good view.
“Good girl,” Jungkook grunted in a low voice, and that sound was enough to get you going again. “Such a sweet, tight, little pussy… I want to fill it so fucking bad, baby….”
The idea of having that hard cock of his inside of you was starting to mess with your brain again. The image of Jungkook holding you in his hands and keeping you pinned between his body and the stall door while pumping in and out of you hard and then coming inside of you came back and you started to move your fingers so fast that it was audible.
You stopped the second you realized you made a sound, and a loud one at that—your pussy was soaking and your fingers went in and out quite harshly, and the sound was lascivious.
Instead of getting upset over it, Jungkook grunted loudly and grabbed his balls with the other hand. “Fuck! Just like that… Imagine your fingers were my cock, fuck yourself…”
So, you kept on going, digging your feet into his bed with your toes curled, wishing he’d just come over and fuck you, shove that big cock of his inside of you and come all over your walls.
“Please, come sit on my cock…” Jungkook asked, staring right into your eyes, and you felt like he was talking directly to you. When he cocked his eyebrow up and looked at you all confused, you realized that he was. “Don’t you want to feel it inside of you? Look how hard you get it...”
You looked back at Jungkook, unsure of whether he really wanted this and whether you were going to do it. Should you even be thinking about it? There were so many people watching, you were sure.
“Let me show everyone how much cum I can fit into your tight cunt… I’ll eat you out later until your legs shake.”
Those were the magic words, you found out as your legs took you to Jungkook before your brain could even process your actions.
Jungkook bucked his hips into his fist when he saw you walking over, and when you threw one leg over his lap and motioned for him to position his cock at your entrance, he grunted loudly. “Fuck, I can’t wait.”
With those words, he grabbed his cock by its base and rubbed it against your entrance before slipping just the tip in. His other hand was perched on your ass, giving it a light squeeze. His dick felt so smooth but hard, so you sat down on it fully, until your thighs were touching his. Jungkook took the chance to wrap his arms around your waist and pull your shirt up so the audience could see his dick entering you.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Jungkook said and leaned in to kiss you, moaning into the kiss, clearly trying to please both you and the audience.
You knew what this looked like from the back—Jungkook’s firm thighs in view, his balls on full display, and his cock entering you so everyone could see and imagine they were there instead of you and Bunny was fucking them.
Suddenly, Jungkook started to pump himself into you from below, so you held onto his shoulder and hair and held him tight, waiting for him to cum inside of you.
“Please, be fast,” you whispered to him, hoping nobody would hear. You didn’t want to stay there for a long time and risk someone recognizing you. You also didn’t want Jungkook’s name to slip out of your mouth by accident, or to do anything else that could compromise this thing of yours or his.
“I’ll be fast, baby,” Jungkook said before smacking your ass hard and then kneading the flesh, spreading your cheeks so people could see his cock enter you from an even better angle. “I know you want me to fill you up.”
Then, Jungkook looked right into your eyes and smiled, and you didn’t think he ever looked so sweet, despite the fact that he was naked and putting on a show for thousands of people. None of it mattered when he looked at you the way he did, his brown eyes glued to yours, hair sticking to his sweaty face, a look of lust on it as he kept thrusting into you.
It could have been going on for hours, it could have been mere minutes—Jungkook felt so good that you lost track of time. His hands were keeping you in place, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, his cock going in and out, hips smacking into yours from below. The thing that made you forget where you were was the way he was looking at you, his eyes wide, mouth slightly open, focusing solely on your face as he pumped himself into you from below, harshly, loudly.
So, you had no choice but to kiss Jungkook, and he eagerly kissed you back, moaning into the kiss and speeding up his pace. Once again, you proved to yourself that kissing was a huge turn-on for Jungkook.
In fact, you thought that any kind of gentleness was a turn-on for him, whether compliments or signs of affection like playing with his hair, caressing his cheeks, or kissing him. If anyone was touch-deprived, it was you, so you could sympathize. Besides, Jungkook was treating you so well that you wanted to do anything you could to make him feel the same way.
“Are you ready for me?” Jungkook hissed through his teeth. When you nodded, ready to take his cum, Jungkook sped up his pace and you could feel him coming inside of you.
“Fuck, baby—ah, so tight!” Jungkook grunted loudly, not forgetting what he was there for—he had an audience to please.
“You’re so hot,” you whispered into his ear, feeling your face sticking to his as Jungkook’s hand held you in place.
“Take my cum, come on…. You love it so much, right?” Jungkook asked, his hands moving up and down your back all the way to your ass, which he squeezed and held up in the air, so his still-erect cock could slide right out of you, followed by a streak of his cum.
Jugkook leaned in and quickly closed the browser tab, ending the stream. Then, he cupped your face and kissed you, surprising you with the sudden softness of his touch and expression. “This will be the first and only stream of mine I will watch back.”
You chuckled, kicking your head back, still riding your high, not realizing that you’d just let hundreds of people watch Jungkook come inside of you. “You’re a fool.”
“No, I’m serious,” Jungkook chuckled, now returning his hands to your body, this time on your thighs. “I can’t wait to see what it looked like.”
“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes and stood up, cupping your crotch. For some reason, it felt more embarrassing to think that Jungkook would watch this stream back than having all those people watch you. They didn’t know who you were, and he did, maybe that was the difference. “If you ever tell anyone about this...” You let your voice trail off, allowing him to come up with his own punishment.
“Never,” Jungkook said, crossing his heart with an earnest look on his face. “Never. I promise.”
“Good,” you nodded, still cupping your crotch and feeling his warm cum slip out of you and onto your palm. “Can I shower here?”
“Of course,” Jungkook sprang up to grab you a couple of towels as if you needed that many. “You’re welcome to, uh, stay the night, too.”
Should you? That’s all you kept thinking about under the shower.
Should you stay with him? If you did, you’d get to kiss and touch Jungkook, sleep next to him, cuddle with him, and you missed all those things. You didn’t miss Jungkook, you didn’t have feelings for him or anything like that, but you missed feeling close to another person.
These things weren’t exactly something you did with total strangers. In fact, you only did such stuff when you were in a relationship. Since you were lightyears away from one, you could only do it with Jungkook, who was far from a stranger or a creep or anything like that, so it actually felt nice to sleep next to him, kiss him, and touch him.
When you walked out of the bathroom wearing just his T-shirt again, Jungkook grinned happily, realizing you were going to stay.
“I’ll join you in a couple of minutes, after the shower,” he sounded excited as he walked past you into the bathroom, and you couldn’t help but feel content as you got under the covers and waited for him.
The whole thing was a crazy rollercoaster from the very beginning. Jungkook, the shy and awkward friend of Taehyung's, was the same guy you drooled over. You slept together, had the time of your life, and then went back to ignoring each other, and you did that twice. Was it time to stop beating around the bush and just talk about it?
Clearly, you both wanted to sleep with each other and you didn’t want it to be a one-time thing, two-time thing, or anything like that. Why not discuss it, so Jungkook wouldn’t shy away from you again? You didn’t want to go through all the ignoring and awkwardness again to only end up in his bed later than you hoped you would.
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