your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with Jeon Jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. Yet, beneath his cold exterior, Jungkookās unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. In this mix of pain and possibility, your journey together unfoldsāa deeply emotional tale of two wounded hearts seeking comfort, healing, and a chance at love
pairing ā dom!jungkook x sub!femreader
genre ā arranged marriage au, forced marriage, marriage of convenience, age gap (19 years), reader is of age, forbidden love, forced proximity, enemies to friends to lovers, grumpy x sunshine, rich ceo!jungkook, shy!reader, virgin!reader, poor!reader, obsession and possessive love, pining, slow burn, contrast of worlds, romance, drama, lots of angst, smut, fluff
warnings ā 18+, explicit sex scenes, mature themes, forced marriage, emotional abuse and trauma, dark aspects, daddy issues, domestic violence references, mental health themes and struggles, smoking and alcohol, grief and loss, each chapter contains their individual warnings (reader description is advised due to the intense, dark and potentially triggering nature of the content)
status ā ongoing
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a/n ā i'm soo excited for this series ahhh! this will be uploaded as soon as SOB is completed! <3
⤷ summary: when heās with you, heās like a dog with a bone
ā¶ pairing:Ā jungkook x reader
ā¶ word count:Ā 18.8k+ (so far)
18+ // mdni
ā¶ genre: friends with benefitsĀ au, smut, angst, fluff
ā¶ content:Ā fuckboy!jk, tattooartist!jk
ā¶ warnings:Ā explicit language, explicit sexual content,Ā jk is kinda toxic, jk being a bit manipulative,Ā f*ckboy behaviour, more specific warnings will be mentioned in each part
ā¶ status: ongoing
⬠a/n: bcuz the mutt album by leon thomas is *chefās kiss*
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ā. š Ģ summary: he was the quiet one in class. the type who never talked unless called on, who looked at the world from behind thick-rimmed glasses and stayed out of everyoneās way. you? you were the girl everyone knew. the one who never let anyone in. you werenāt looking for connection, and he wasnāt the kind to ask for it. but still⦠he did. and somehow, it worked.
ratings: 18+
pairing: jungkook x fem reader
genre: college AU, emotional intimacy, slightly slow burned.
warnings: explicit sexual content including unprotected sex (not advised), soft but possessive dirty talk, emotional vulnerability, praise, mild insecurity and reassurance, and a rough but tender dynamic in an established relationship. and ofcā¦big dicc jungkook cause UGH.
word count: 5.2k
a/n: hi! ok so. this is my very first fic iām posting and iām actually kind of losing my mind about it?? originally it was supposed to be two parts (pt.1 soft, pt.2 smut) but i got carried away and ended up writing it all in one go because i wouldnāt shut up abt this two!!
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The classroom always smelled like old air and pen inks, a familiar background hum to every forgettable weekday morning.
You sat at the back, as always, where you could stretch your legs, twirl your pen, and zone out without anyone bothering you. People knew you, too well.
Not because you tried, but because the world couldnāt help but notice the girl who always seemed a little untouchable.
Then the teacher changed the seating plan.
āJeon Jungkook. Youāre moving to the back, beside her.ā
A ripple of murmurs went through the class, subtle but present. You could feel the stares. You looked up just in time to see him glance nervously your way before lowering his eyes and walking toward the seat beside you.
Jungkook. Everyone knew who he was, even if he rarely spoke. Top of the class. Never late. Always dressed clean, minimal, quiet. You didnāt expect anything from him. Didnāt need another nerdy guy going stiff just because you shared a desk.
But that day, he surprised you.
He sat down carefully, barely making a sound, and opened his book. No fidgeting. No glances. Just⦠stillness. Until you heard the smallest breath of a murmur.
āChapterās interesting,ā he said, eyes still on the page.
You blinked.
āWhat?ā
He didnāt flinch. āThe reading. Itās good. Surprising, kind of.ā
You studied him, confused. He hadnāt even looked at you. It was like he wasnāt trying to talk to youājust thinking aloud, and you happened to hear.
You didnāt answer.
But your curiosity flickered.
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The next few days, he didnāt speak again. But he was always on time. Always with his notebook perfectly aligned. Always glancing at your desk when he thought you werenāt lookingāquick, nervous flicks of his eyes.
Then came the Wednesday.
Youād forgotten your pens, bag full of it. Not on purposeājust one of those mornings where you left everything behind. You muttered something under your breath, frustrated, and slammed your bag down.
Before you could think to dig through your things again, a sleek black pen rolled across your desk.
You turned. Jungkook was still facing forward, penless himself now.
āYou sure?ā you asked, surprised.
He nodded once. āI have another.ā
You waited for a smile. A joke. Some kind of flirtation.
Nothing.
Just a calm silence.
It threw you off more than someone asking for your number ever could.
Then came the Thursday rainstorm.
You stayed behind after class, waiting for it to ease, stuck at the schoolās entrance while thunder rumbled in the distance. Everyone else had already left, except for him.
He walked up beside you without a word, holding an umbrella. For a second, you thought he was going to walk past.
He hesitated.
āYou live near East Gate, right?ā he asked, voice low, eyes on the rain.
You narrowed your eyes. āHow do you know that?ā
He shrugged. āIāve seen you leave that way. Every day.ā
You didnāt answer.
He tilted the umbrella slightly toward you. āCome on.ā
You stared at him like heād grown two heads. But you followed.
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That walk changed everything.
He didnāt try to impress you. Didnāt pry. Just walked beside you, holding the umbrella with quiet precision to make sure it covered you both.
When you reached your turn, you stopped.
āWhyāre you doing this?ā you asked, genuinely confused.
He paused. Looked at you for the first time, really lookedāeyes soft behind his wet fringe.
āBecause you look like no one ever asks how youāre doing,ā he said. āAnd i kind of want to.ā
You stood frozen as he walked away, raindrops hitting your shoulders after the umbrella disappeared with him down the path.
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From then on, he became your quiet shadow.
Always beside you in class. Always one step behind in the hallway. But not in a clingy way. He respected your space but showed up when it mattered.
One morning, you came in late, eyes puffy from a night you didnāt want to talk about. You slumped into your chair, hoodie up, bare faced (that rarely happens whenever you go to class) sleeves tugged over your hands.
He didnāt say anything.
But when you finally looked at your desk, there was a folded note, written in perfect; clean handwriting.
āItās okay to have days like this. Youāre allowed to fall apart sometimes. Iāve got notes if you need them.ā
You folded the paper slowly. Pressed your lips together. And something inside you melted.
You werenāt used to being seen like that.
You werenāt used to someone not asking for anything in return.
That day, you turned to him and whispered, āThanks.ā giving him a small smile.
He looked up, startled, as if he wasnāt expecting you to respond.
And smiled, unsure, but real.
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You think to yourself, you might fell for him. Maybe. Which is a weird feeling to you.
Given that you both barely have a proper (real) conversation.
Well you did exchange numbersāthatās because you both somehow were assigned to work together, so Jungkook thought it would be better to interact outside of class.
For study purpose of course.
Eventually both of you did text one anotherāoccasionally. Just short texts nothing conversation worthy.
Yeah, you felt this weird butterflies.
But, you didnāt fall all at once.
It happened slowly. Over study sessions you didnāt consider were study sessions, coffee walks that became routines, quiet texts late at night when heād ask, āDid you eat today?ā and not stop asking until you said yes.
Over the time, during study sessions, you found yourself laughing around him. Trusting him.
Letting your guard down without realizing it had dropped.
One night, you asked through text, in your bed, loneliness crept again, āYou know iām kind of⦠a mess, right?ā
He replied few seconds too fast.
āI know,ā he said. āBut youāre the kind of mess that makes sense to me.ā
And you fell.
Quietly. Completely.
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You werenāt sure when the lines blurredāwhen study sessions became excuses to sit a little closer, when shared coffee turned into shared glances, when āsee you tomorrowā carried the weight of donāt forget me.
Jungkook didnāt rush anything. He never did.
But one Friday, something shifted.
He caught up with you after class, his hoodie sleeves pushed halfway up, headphones around his neck, looking nervous in a way that made your heart weirdly ache.
āHey,ā he said, walking beside you. āThereās this exhibition at the design building⦠the one with digital installations. I thoughtāmaybe youād like it.ā
You turned to look at him. āYou inviting me?ā
He nodded, looking at the floor. āIf you want. No pressure. Itās tomorrow.ā
You almost teased him. Almost said something sarcastic just to keep things from feeling too serious. But something in the way he lookedāopen, nervous, sincereāmade you soften.
āYeah,ā you said. āIād like that.ā
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The exhibition was small. Quiet. Dreamy.
Digital light shifted across the walls like watercolor in motion. Projected clouds drifted across the floor.
Every room had its own ambient soundāsoft, electronic music and echoing whispers. It shouldāve felt awkward, being alone together in that hush.
But with him, it didnāt.
You stood in one of the installations surrounded by cascading lines of digital rain, blue and silver glowing all around and he looked at you like he wanted to remember the moment.
āI like this,ā you said quietly.
He glanced at the ceiling, then back at you. āMe too.ā
A beat passed.
āHonestly⦠i didnāt know if youād say yes,ā he admitted. āTo coming here.ā
You tilted your head. āWhy not?ā
He looked at you. āBecause iām not like the other people you talk to.ā
āYou mean the loud ones? I donāt talk to just anyone, anymore. Besides, didnāt we spend a good amount of time together for the past month to be considered asā¦friends?ā
He smiled, barely. āYeah. The ones who know what to say. And yeah i knew that but still, i thought it was just a study session, coffee catch ups with youāthat youād rather spend your time with your otherā¦friends.ā
You shifted your weight. āMaybe i got tired of people who always know what to say and FYIāiād rather spend my time with you.ā
Silence.
Just the sound of soft electronic rainfall.
Then he said itāso low you almost missed it:
āI really like being around you.ā
You turned to him, heart suddenly too loud in your chest.
Heās so dreamy, handsome.
āI really like being around you too.ā
And he looked at you like youād just said the one thing heād been waiting to hear.
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Your first kiss wasnāt at the exhibition.
That night had already held enough. The way he kept sneaking glances at you while pretending to read the plaque beside a sculpture, the way his hand hovered close to yours but never quite touched.
You walked the whole gallery like that, quiet but full of something neither of you wanted to name yet.
Later, he offered to walk you home. You said yes.
The air was cold but not bitter, the city dim and quiet in that in-between hour.
Your footsteps echoed against the pavement, your breath blooming white in the air. He kept his hands in his coat pockets, close but not brushing yours.
āDid you like the exhibit?ā he asked, his voice low and a little shy.
āI did,ā you said. āBut i think i liked walking around with you more.ā
He turned his head slightly, surprised. āYeah?ā
You nodded, not looking at him. āIt was⦠nice. I donāt usually do things like that. With people.ā
Jungkook was quiet for a moment. Then āYou mean dates?ā
You blinked. āWas this a date?ā
His voice went even softer. āI wanted it to be.ā
You stopped walking. Your apartment was just ahead, but you didnāt want to go in yet. The moment felt full.
Suspended.
He looked at you, eyes searching. āCan I be honest?ā
You tilted your head. āArenāt you always?ā you giggled.
He smiled faintly. āI think about you a lot more than i should.ā
You swallowed. āWhat does that mean?ā
āIt means iāve liked you for a while. Even before you started talking to me.ā
āYouāre not exactly⦠forward, you know.ā
āI didnāt think i was your type.ā
āYouāre not,ā you said simply. āAt least, not what i thought my type was.ā
His expression didnāt change much, but you saw the flicker of hope behind his eyes.
You glanced down at your keys, twisting them between your fingers. āYouāve been patient with me.ā
āI donāt mind waiting,ā he said. āBut sometimes i think⦠i just want to know if iām the only one feeling this.ā
You looked at him then. Really looked.
His scarf was wrapped high, almost to his mouth. His cheeks were pink from the cold, eyes warm, uncertain, but wide open.
He wasnāt trying to be smooth. He wasnāt trying to win. He was just there, telling you the truth.
Then slowly and tentatively, he stepped closer, his breath shallow.
His voice barely carried āCan I kiss you?ā
You felt everything in you pause.
And then āYeah,ā you said softly, heart pounding.
āYeah, you can.ā
He didnāt hesitate after that. He leaned in, hand rising to your cheek, thumb brushing gently across your skin. His lips met yours in a kiss that was soft, slow, careful.
He was learning something sacred; he didnāt want to rush what heād waited so long to feel.
When he pulled back, your lips still tingled from the warmth of him, your chest full and fluttering.
You smiled, breath curling in the air. āYou always this careful?ā
His voice was low, but sure. āOnly when itās important.ā
And you knew, right then, it was.
You didnāt talk much after that kiss.
Not because it was awkward. Because it wasnāt. It was the kind of silence that wrapped itself around you like a blanket. Soft, steady, enough.
He waited for you to open the door. Didnāt push. Just gave you that small smile, the one he only ever gave you and said, āText me when youāre inside.ā
You nodded, stepped in, and closed the door.
Then leaned your forehead against it.
You were in trouble.
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The next few days were different in all the ways that mattered.
You still sat beside each other in class. Still studied together in the library. But now there were new things. A small, subtle shifts.
His knee brushed against yours and didnāt move. Heād lean in when he spoke, voice softer. Youād catch him looking at you, and this time, you didnāt look away.
You werenāt used to this version of yourself; unguarded. And Jungkook, for all his quietness, seemed to understand that.
He never rushed you. Never asked āwhat are we?ā or āwhere is this going?ā
He just stayed.
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It wasnāt planned.
The day had been normal. Classes, campus noise, another group project that had you rolling your eyes while Jungkook just quietly took notes. He always took notes, even when no one else cared. You liked that about him. Youād never told him.
You were both walking back from campus, the sky soft with evening gray, when it started to drizzle.
Jungkook held his bag over your head.
You laughed. āYou know iām not gonna melt, right?ā
He just looked down at you. āYouāre still cold when it rains. You get quiet.ā
You didnāt answer. Mostly because he was right. You did get quiet.
And he noticed.
By the time you reached your apartment, your hair was damp, and your mood had shifted. You werenāt sadājust heavy.
One of those days. You didnāt say much as you opened the door and let him in.
Jungkook toed off his shoes carefully, still holding that nervous energy he always carried when he was in your space. You dropped your keys in the bowl by the door and stood in the kitchen, hands on the counter.
āWant tea?ā you asked.
He nodded. āYeah. Thatād be nice.ā
The silence between you was soft. Not tense. Just full of all the things you werenāt ready to say out loud. You made tea. He sat at the table. You sat across from him, knees brushing under the wood.
Then, out of nowhere, you said it.
āI donāt let people in.ā
He looked up, startled. You werenāt looking at himājust staring into your mug.
āI donāt know how to do that,ā you continued. āItās easier when no one expects anything.ā
A long pause. Then:
āI never expected anything,ā he said.
You finally looked at him. He looked⦠calm. A little sad. But calm.
āI just liked being around you.ā
You nodded slowly. āYou still do?ā
āYeah,ā he said. āEven more now.ā
The air between you shifted. Slowed. Deepened.
And you whispered, āStay tonight?ā
He didnāt ask questions. Didnāt assume.
He just said, āOkay.ā
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You sat on the floor of your bedroom while he changed into the extra clothes you gave him. A quiet hum played from the speaker, barely audible.
When he stepped back into the room; barefoot, hoodie sleeves pushed up, eyes soft, you suddenly felt that aching fear again.
What if you messed this up?
What if it didnāt last?
And then he crossed the room and knelt in front of you.
His hand rested gently on your knee. āYou donāt have to be anything for me,ā he said quietly. āYou donāt have to perform. Or smile. Or fix anything.ā
You looked down at your lap, fighting the warmth in your throat.
āI donāt know how to do this,ā you admitted.
āIāll wait while you figure it out,ā he said.
Just like that.
No grand declaration. No demand. Just steady, honest patience.
You reached for his hand.
Held it.
And when you finally crawled into bed beside him, there was no space left between you. You pressed your back to his chest, his arm wrapping loosely around your waist. His breath tickled your shoulder.
āYou okay?ā he whispered.
āYeah,ā you whispered back.
And you meant it.
You woke to the quiet shift of fabric. The soft sound of him sitting up beside you.
Morning light filtered through the curtains in a pale blur. Your back was still warm from where his arm had rested. You blinked slowly, your mind caught between dreams and now.
Jungkook was already awake, hoodie wrinkled, hair messy from sleep.
He was sitting at the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve.
He looked like he was thinking too loud.
You propped yourself up on your elbow. āHey,ā you said, voice scratchy.
He turned to you immediately, like heād been waiting. āHey,ā he echoed. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it didnāt reach his eyes.
You sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around your shoulders. āYou okay?ā
He nodded. Then shook his head. Then let out a quiet breath, like he wasnāt sure how to start.
āCan i ask you something?ā he said softly.
You stilled, heart already beginning to tap faster in your chest. āYeah.ā
He looked down at his hands, picking at a loose thread on the cuff of his sleeve.
āI donāt want to ruin anything. Iām not trying to pressure you,ā he started, voice careful. āBut⦠what are we?ā
You didnāt answer right away.
His eyes lifted. āI justā¦last night meant something to me. You mean something to me. And i know you donāt let people in easily. So i donāt want to assume anything, but i also donāt want to keep pretending this is just⦠nothing.ā
You watched him for a moment, your throat tight.
āI didnāt think youād ask,ā you murmured.
āWhy not?ā
āBecause youāre usually the quiet one. The patient one.ā
āI still am,ā he said. āBut being patient doesnāt mean Iām not feeling things too.ā
You swallowed, fingers tugging at the edge of the blanket. āIām not good at this. I donāt know how to explain what i feel when iām with you. Itās new. And a little scary.ā
He nodded slowly. āSame.ā
You looked at him. āBut i donāt want it to be nothing either.ā
Jungkookās expression softened. āYeah?ā
You nodded, quieter this time. āYeah.ā
He shifted closer, his knee bumping gently against yours. āThen maybe⦠we donāt have to label it yet. But I just needed to know i wasnāt alone in it.ā
āYouāre not,ā you said.
You meant it.
Jungkook exhaled a breath heād been holding. Then reached out, tentative at first and he curls his fingers around yours.
āOkay,ā he said, voice warm now. āThen iām yours. However long it takes.ā
You smiled, eyes stinging just a little. āYouāre really not what i expected.ā
He grinnedāfinally, fully. āI get that a lot.ā
And in the quiet that followed, your fingers remained laced with his. Simple. Certain.
And for the first time in a long time, you didnāt feel like you had to run.
It had been a month.
One month since Jungkook had leaned across your front step and kissed you like it mattered. Since heād touched your face like he was afraid youād vanish if he blinked too fast.
And somehow, things still felt new. Still soft. Still unreal in moments like now, with him sprawled across your bed in a hoodie, reading on his stomach, feet swaying behind him like a kid.
You were half-working on an assignment, half-watching him.
āYouāre staring,ā he said without looking up.
āIām admiring,ā you corrected.
He turned his head just enough to catch your smirk, then gave a small smile. āBaby,ā he said under his breath, āyouāre distracting.ā
āYou like it,ā you replied, nudging his leg with your foot.
He hummed. āI do.ā
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Your relationship had grown into something⦠daily. Quiet rituals that made your chest ache. Heād walk you to class with your fingers looped in his sleeve. Heād wait for you outside the library, sipping iced coffee and reading the latest novel you lent him. You started wearing his hoodies without asking. He stopped looking surprised when you kissed his cheek mid-sentence.
But even with the sweetness, there was still something unspoken hanging between you.
Something warmer. Heavier.
Like tonight.
He was still lying on your bed when you finally gave up pretending to work and climbed over him, plopping yourself beside his back with a sigh.
He closed his book and peeked at you. āYou okay?ā
āYeah,ā you murmured. āYouāre just comfy.ā
He let out a soft laugh. āYou say that every time you use me as a pillow.ā
āBecause itās true, baby.ā
You shifted, laying your head against his back. Your palm flattened over his spine.
Jungkook went still for a secondāthen melted.
āDo youā¦ā you hesitated, unsure why your throat suddenly felt tight, ādo you ever want to do more than just lie here?ā
He was silent for a moment.
Then, softly: āYeah. I do.ā
You sat up a little, just enough to look at him.
His cheeks were already flushed.
āI just never know if youāre comfortable,ā intertwining your fingers together.
āOr if you want to. Iāve never really⦠gotten this far before.ā he added.
You blinked. āYou havenāt?ā
He shook his head. āIāve dated a few, but it never got serious. And no one ever really looked at me like you do.ā
That last part made your chest squeeze.
āYou mean like you hung the stars?ā you teased gently.
He smiled, eyes shy. āKind of, yeah.ā
You reached out, brushing your fingers through his hair. āYouāre not the only nervous one, baby.ā
āIām not?ā
You shook your head. āIāve been with my fair share ofā¦flings? boyfriends?, whatever you wanna call itābut it never felt right nor did it worked out, obviously. It always felt like they expected something from me. You donāt.ā
Jungkook shifted, sitting up properly now. You were both facing each other, legs crossed.
āCan i ask you something?ā he said quietly.
You nodded.
His voice was careful. āIf we⦠wanted to try something. Anything. Would you tell me if you werenāt ready?ā
āAlways,ā you promised.
He reached forward, brushing a thumb against your cheek. āOkay.ā
You leaned into his palm.
And after a beat, you whispered, āWould you kiss me now?ā
His lips twitched. āIād give you anything you want.ā
When he kissed youāslow and warm, one hand still cupping your jawāit felt like everything in the world slowed down. Like it was just you and him, tangled in hush and trust.
You shifted closer, your hand slipping beneath the hem of his hoodie, resting just above his waistband. You felt him freeze, just slightly.
āToo much?ā you whispered.
āNo,ā he breathed. āJust new.ā
You smiled into the kiss. āWeāll take it slow.ā
āPromise?ā he breathes into the kiss.
āPromise.ā
And when he pulled you fully into his lap, burying his face in your neck with a soft laugh, it felt like something more than new.
It happened on a night that didnāt feel special; no candles, no dramatic music, just the two of you in your room after dinner, legs tangled on your bed, warm with laughter and full from pasta Jungkook had insisted on cooking himself.
He was wearing gray sweatpants and one of your oversized shirts, sleeves pushed up, his hair messily falling across his forehead.
You had just pulled him down for a kiss. Playful, slow.
But then it lingered. Deepened.
And something shifted.
His tongue slipped against yours, deliberate. His hand came up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer like he couldnāt help himself anymore.
When you whimpered against his lips, he pulled back slightly, gaze heavy-lidded.
āYou okay?ā he asked, voice low and rough.
You nodded, breathless. āYeah. Just⦠wasnāt expecting you to kiss me like that.ā
He brushed your cheek with his thumb. āLike what?ā
āLike youāve been waiting to.ā
āI have been,ā he murmured. āFor so fucking long.ā
Your chest tightened, breath caught in your throat.
āWeāve kissed many, many times before?,ā you giggled.
And then his lips was on yours again, more desperate this time. No teasing. No question.
Jungkook leaned over you, pressing you into the mattress, his body slotting between your thighs like it was instinct.
You felt how hard he was through the thin fabric of your shorts. He wasnāt trying to hide it. He wanted you to feel it.
āJungkook,ā you breathed, tugging at his shirt. āPlease.ā
He sat back just enough to yank it over his head, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. āYou sure?ā
āBaby,ā you said, reaching for him again, āIāve never been more sure.ā
Something in his expression cracked open at that relief, hunger, something fierce and protective all at once.
āThen let me have you,ā he said, voice dark, breath ragged. āLet me fuck you like you deserve.ā
The way he said it; need dripping into every syllable made your whole body shudder.
He tugged your shorts down fast, your panties going with them. When you gasped, he kissed the inside of your thigh, then hovered over you again, his cock straining visibly in his sweats.
āGod,ā he whispered, eyes raking over you. āYouāre so fucking pretty like this. Laid out for me.ā
Your hands reached for him, desperate. āI want you, Jungkook. I donāt wanna wait.ā
āYou wonāt,ā he said, voice curling around you like silk and smoke.
He shoved his pants down just enough to free himself, stroking himself slowly as he stared at you.
āYouāve got no idea what you do to me,ā he murmured. āNo idea how long iāve wanted to be inside you.ā
You reached between your legs, spreading yourself open for him.
His mouth dropped open slightly. āFuck.ā
He lined himself up, eyes locked on yours. āTell me if i go too fast, okay?ā
You nodded, heart hammering. āI trust you.ā
That did something to him.
He pushed in slow, deep, all at once.
Your breath hitched, legs trembling.
āHoly fuck,ā Jungkook groaned, head falling to your shoulder. āYou feel like heaven. So wet for me already.ā
You clung to him, nails dragging lightly down his back.
āMove,ā you gasped. āI need you.ā
He obeyed without hesitation, pulling back, then slamming into you again with a rhythm that made your head spin.
It was hard and deep. Not rushed, but intentional. Like he knew exactly how to tear you apart and put you back together.
āBaby,ā he breathed, panting against your throat, āyouāre taking me so well.ā
You moaned, legs tightening around him.
āYou always this tight, or is it just for me?ā
āOnly you,ā you choked out, voice cracking. āOnly ever been like this for you.ā
That made him growl.
āYou feel perfect. Like youāre made for me.ā
Every thrust dragged a whimper from your lips. Every kiss to your neck made you melt further under him.
You could feel how careful he was, even in the roughness. Like he wanted you to feel claimed, but not hurt. Never that.
āYou like when i talk like this?ā he asked, voice low in your ear.
āYes,ā you moaned. āFuck, Jungkook.ā
āYou make me lose my mind, princess. Got me thinking about you all day. Couldnāt wait to fuck you full of my come inside.ā
Your back arched, nails digging into his shoulders.
He shifted his hips, angling deeper. āYou gonna come for me like this? Gonna come on my cock hm?ā
You nodded desperately, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. āYesā¦.donāt stop.ā
āLook at me,ā he whispered.
You did.
And in the silence that followed, he slowed down, but pressed in deep and stayed there.
His body trembled above yours, like he was holding something backānot just his release, but something heavier.
You cupped his cheek gently. āJungkook?ā
His voice broke.
āI love you,ā he whispered; then again, faster, almost panicked. āI love you so much itās scaring me.ā
You stared up at him, eyes wide.
āIāā His throat worked as he swallowed, his brows drawn tight with emotion. āI never thought iād have this. You. I never thought someone like you would ever even look at me.ā
āJungkookāā
āI used to watch you,ā he continued, voice cracking. āIn class. You were always so confident. So distant. But then you sat next to meāGod, i still remember the way you looked that day. I thought it was a joke. Like thereās no way you would sit beside me.ā
Your chest ached. He kept going.
āBut you did. You stayed. You talked to me. You let me see pieces of you no one else gets to. And i still donāt know why. I still think maybe youāll wake up and realize you could do better and just⦠leave.ā
You shook your head, eyes stinging.
āBut you donāt,ā he whispered. āYou stay. Youāre patient with me when i get quiet. When i donāt know what to say. You still kiss me like i matter.ā
His voice dropped lower, barely a breath.
āI donāt know what i did to deserve you. But fuckāiām so glad you exist. Iām so glad you sat next to me.ā
Your lips parted, but nothing came out.
He saw the silence as hesitation, and something in his face crumpled.
āItās okay,ā he said quickly, pulling back just slightly. āYou donāt have to say it back. I justā¦.i needed you to know. Even if iām not what you expected. Even if Iām not enough.ā
And thatās when it hit you.
This boy; this quiet, brilliant, soft-hearted boy had been holding it in for months.
You surged up and kissed him.
Not soft. Not gentle.
You kissed him like you were giving him an answer.
He gasped against your lips when you pulled away.
āI love you,ā you whispered. āAre you kidding? Youāre everything.ā
He blinked, stunned.
āI didnāt say it sooner because i was scared iād ruin this,ā you said. āBut Jungkook⦠you are everything i could ever ask for.ā
He let out a shaky breathāhalf a laugh, half a sobāand kissed you again, deeper this time. Needy. Grateful.
You werenāt sure what hurt more. The way he was moving inside you, or the way he was looking at you.
Like you were a miracle.
Like you were something heād never believed he could have.
Every thrust was deep, steady, but trembling with emotion. He was holding on for dear life. His forehead pressed to yours, sweat on his brow, his breath hot and uneven.
āGod,ā Jungkook groaned, voice raw, āyou feel so good, too good.ā
You cupped his face again, thumbs brushing over his flushed cheeks. āYou can let go. iāve got you.ā
But he didnāt. Not yet.
āI donāt want this to end,ā he whispered. āI donāt want us to end.ā
āWe wonāt,ā you said softly. āIām right here.ā
He choked on a breath, hips stuttering. āIāve never⦠never loved anyone like this.ā
You nodded, tears welling. āMe either.ā
And still, he didnāt stop moving. He couldnāt; not when your body clung to his like a prayer, not when your nails curled against his back, not when your lips parted with little gasps that sounded like his name.
āLet go, baby,ā you whispered. āI want you to come inside. Cmon baby.ā
His pace faltered; sharper, desperate. āCanāt believe youāre mine,ā he breathed. āCanāt believe itās you.ā
Then, with a deep groan against your neck, he finally gave ināshuddering in your arms, body tensing, spilling into you like it was all too much and not enough at once.
You held him through it.
Through the tremble in his limbs.
Through the whispered āI love youā that followed on the heels release. Ropes of come dripping out as he pulls out slowly then inside again. You moaned at the sensation.
He didnāt move for a whileājust stayed there, inside you, wrapped around you, like he couldnāt stand to lose the warmth.
āIām not going anywhere,ā you whispered, stroking his hair. āYou donāt have to hold on so tight.ā
He nuzzled into your shoulder. āI want to, though.ā
āI know,ā you smiled. āMe too.ā
Eventually, he shifted, settling beside you, your bodies still tangled beneath the blankets.
The silence was heavy but comforting. No more fear. No more holding back.
Just breathing. Together.
You turned to look at him, and he was already watching you.
āWhat?ā you asked, voice barely above a whisper.
He traced your jaw with his thumb, eyes soft.
āOut of everyone in this whole world⦠somehow, it was you.ā
summary. when you complain to jungkook about your lack of action in the past year, you're not really asking for a solution. but when he casually offers to help, you just can't seem to bring yourself to say no.
after all, what's the worst that could happen in hooking up just this once?
pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader
genre: friends to lovers, smut, fluff (?)
word count: 5.1k
warnings: youāre gonna get sick of the title loll, brief alcohol consumption, this is lowkey pwp (there will be more plot soon i promise) swearing, explicit sexual content, kissing, making out, fingering, oral (m. receiving), heās very cocky but also pathetic, multiple orgasms, lots of banter and teasing as dirty talk, petnames (baby), jk calls oc a brat x2, multiple positions, insinuated aftercare, let me know if i missed anything!
notes: you guys built this fic!! this was supposed to be out on thursday but i realised i was being wayy to ambitious cuz i definitely needed more than two days to write this loll. but alas, itās here :3 as always, likes, comments, reblogs, feedback and asks are very appreciated! enjoy reading angels <33
ps. THERE WILL BE A PART TWO!!
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You fumble with your keys, swaying just slightly as you try to jab the right one into the lock. Behind you, Jungkookās laughing under his breath, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath on the back of your neck.
āNeed help?ā he asks, the amusement in his voice unmistakable.
āIāve got it,ā you say, jabbing the key with exaggerated precision. The door finally clicks open, and you push it in with a triumphant, āHa!ā
āYouāre so competent,ā he deadpans, clapping a mock applause as he follows you in. His shoulder bumps yours as he passes. āItās honestly inspiring.ā
You kick off your shoes, tossing your keys into the bowl by the door. āAnd youāre so annoying,ā you mutter, but thereās no heat in it.
Jungkook drops onto your couch like itās his own, sprawling out like he owns the place. Which, in some ways, he kind of does.
A hoodie of his is already slung over the back of a kitchen chair, from some night two weeks ago when he stayed too late and decided not to drive home. Thereās an energy drink in your fridge with his name written on the lid in Sharpie. The blanket heās tugging over his lap? Thatās the one he gifted you for Christmas, mostly so he could use it whenever he came over.
Itās always been like this.
He tosses his denim jacket on the couch as you grab two bottles of water from the fridge, chucking one to him without warning. He catches it with the ease.
āYou were definitely flirting with that bartender,ā he says, unscrewing the cap and looking at you with that maddeningly smug smile.
You scoff. āHe had a mullet and called me āmiss.ā It wasnāt flirtingā it was survival.ā
āSure,ā he says, nodding like he totally believes you. āThatās why you laughed at everything he said, even when he asked if you liked your tequila neat.ā
āIt was neat!ā you say, defensive and laughing at the same time. āAnd besides, you flirted with the girl in the fishnets for, like, an hour.ā
He shrugs. āGuilty. She had good taste in music. And thighs.ā
You groan and flop down beside him on the couch, letting your head fall back against the cushion. Your thigh brushes his, but you donāt move. Neither does he. The buzz from the party is still warm in your blood, and the apartment feels too quiet now ā too intimate without the noise and lights and other bodies.
āYou ever think weāre just... really bad at dating?ā you ask, staring at the ceiling.
āConstantly,ā Jungkook says, without hesitation.
You glance at him. āLike, maybe we peaked in college.ā
He makes a face. āDonāt say that. I refuse to believe my best years happened while I was still eating instant ramen and failing comp sci.ā
You laugh, and he turns his head toward you, watching you with that soft-eyed expression you know too well. Thereās something about Jungkook when heās like this ā no bravado, no teasing smirk, just... present. His hair is a mess from the wind, and a dark tank top hugs his figure.
Heās too comfortable here. Too familiar.
āI genuinely think Iāve forgotten what a good kiss feels like,ā you say, mostly to the ceiling, like itās a throwaway thought.
Jungkook hums. āThat bad, huh?ā
āItās not even bad, itās just...ā You trail off, searching for the word. āEmpty. Mechanical. Like everyoneās going through the motions, but nobodyās actually there.ā
He shifts slightly, angling his body more toward you. āSo no decent kissers at all lately?ā
You shake your head. āNo decent anything, if Iām honest.ā
He raises an eyebrow, curious.
You hesitate, but the alcohol in your system makes it easier to say what you probably wouldnāt sober. āI havenāt slept with anyone in like... almost a year.ā
Jungkook blinks, not in judgment, just surprised. āSeriously?ā
āYeah.ā You rub at your temple with a laugh. āI didnāt plan it or anything. It just kind of... kept not happening. And then it became this weird streak, and now here we are.ā
Heās quiet for a moment.
āWell,ā he says eventually, āmaybe your standards are just too high.ā
āOr maybe men are just mid,ā you shoot back.
That gets a laugh out of him, loud and bright. He tips his head back, and you watch his throat move as he laughs. Too long. Too hard. When he calms down, he gives you a look ā something mischievous that you've grown to know too well over the years.
"What?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at him with a smile.
He shrugs. āI mean... I could help."
āWith my standards?ā
āWith the streak.ā
You snort. āWhat, you offering?ā
āMaybe.ā
You tilt your head. āSo what? You wanna bang it out?ā
Itās meant to be funny. Youāre grinning when you say it. But when you look at him ā really look ā heās not laughing.
His gaze lingers on your mouth for a beat too long. Then his eyes flick up to yours.
āJust this once?ā he asks, voice low. Careful. Like heās giving you an out.
You donāt answer right away. The room goes still. The hum of the fridge feels too loud. His eyes are still on you, and itās not a look youāve ever seen from him before.
Your heart stutters in your chest.
You swallow. āWouldn't it be weird?ā
He doesnāt move. Doesnāt look away.
āOnly if we let it be.ā
You sit there for a second, the weight of it all hitting a little too fast. Your brainās still catching up to your mouth, to the way your bodyās buzzing ā not from the alcohol anymore, but from him. From the heat in his eyes, the way he said it ā almost like a dare.
And then his expression shifts.
His eyes flick away, and his tongue runs over the silver ring on his bottom lip, like heās pulling it back, reeling it in.
āOnly if you want to, obviously,ā he says, quieter this time. āWe donāt have to.ā
He starts to lean back like he's resetting the mood ā like this moment can still be folded back into the safety of your usual teasing ā but you stop him.
You move first.
You grab the front of his tank top ā not hard, not dramatic, just enough ā and you pull him in.
You kiss him.
Itās abrupt. Heat over hesitation. A split-second decision that tastes like tequila and impulse, like comfort and fuck it all wrapped up in the same breath.
At first, he doesnāt move, frozen in surprise. But then he kisses you back ā really kisses you back ā and suddenly you're not thinking anymore.
His hand slides to your thigh, just enough pressure to ground you, and you shift toward him instinctively, knees brushing his. His mouth moves against yours with a kind of focused laziness, like heās savouring it. Like heās trying to figure out exactly how you taste.
You pull back half a second, just to breathe, lips brushing his as you mutter, āTook you long enough.ā
He laughs into your mouth, low and smug. āYou kissed me.ā
āYeah, well. You looked like you were gonna bail.ā
āI was being respectful,ā he says, voice muffled against your jaw as he starts kissing along it. āBut sure, letās call it bailing.ā
You gasp a little when he nips at your neck, just enough pressure to make you arch toward him. Your hands slide under his top, fingers skimming the warm skin of his back, and he shivers under your touch.
āJesus,ā you murmur. āHow are you this built? You eat, like, gas station snacks and leftover noodles.ā
āI work out,ā he mutters between kisses, grinning as he drags his mouth back to yours. āAlso, youāve seen me shirtless.ā
āYeah, but not like this.ā
āLike what?ā
You tug him closer until your chest presses to his. āLike I get to touch.ā
That shuts him up real quick.
He kisses you again, this time more urgently, and you feel the change in the air ā less teasing, more want. Your legs shift to straddle his lap without thinking, your hands sliding up into his hair, tugging just a little.
He groans, deep and rough, biting down on your bottom lip before kissing it better. You rock your hips forward slightly and he bucks up into you with a hiss.
āYouāre gonna kill me,ā he mutters, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.
You smirk against his mouth. āYou offered, remember?ā
āYeah, and Iām rapidly realising that was a dangerous choice.ā
You laugh, breathless, before kissing him again. He tastes like beer and something sweeter ā probably the gum he always chews. You bite his lip and feel him groan into your mouth, hips jerking beneath you.
His fingers slip under your shirt, warm on your skin. Not rushed, just exploring ā like heās been curious for a while and is finally allowed to look.
You roll your hips again, slower this time, and his head drops back against the cushion with a low fuck that makes your stomach flip.
āYou still sure about this?ā you ask, teasing, as your hands drag down his chest, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.
His eyes open ā dark, focused, amused.
āYou gonna stop me if I say no?ā
You shake your head. āNope.ā
āThen yeah,ā he says, breath hitching as your fingers reach his abdomen. āIām very sure.ā
He catches your fingers before you can finish unbuttoning his jeans.
You raise a brow, breath still uneven. āSeriously?ā
He nods, steady, calm in a way that only makes your pulse pound harder. āI said I was helping you, didnāt I?ā
āYeah, but I thought that was like... a mutual helping situation.ā
His mouth twitches. āYou always gotta argue when Iām trying to do something nice?ā
You open your mouth to throw something back ā something biting, something stupid ā but he leans in and kisses you before you can get the words out. One hand still wrapped around your wrist, the other cupping your jaw.
He pulls back just enough to speak.
āLet me take care of you.ā
You stare at him for a beat, heart kicking hard in your chest.
āFine,ā you mutter, trying to sound unbothered. āBut don't expect any thank yous or shit.ā
āIāll survive,ā he says, already smirking as his fingers work at your jeans. āThough, for the record, I think youāre gonna want to.ā
You snort ā right before he pops the button of your jeans and drags the zipper down, knuckles brushing your skin. You shiver.
āGod, youāre cocky.ā
He glances up, eyes flicking to yours. āYou saying I havenāt earned it?ā
You donāt answer. Your breath stutters when his hand slips beneath the waistband of your panties, palm flush against you.
He stills.
āFuck,ā he murmurs, voice dropping. āYouāre wet already?ā
āShut up.ā
He smiles cockily.
You roll your eyes ā try to, anyway ā but your thighs are already parting, your body moving without conscious thought. His fingers slide into you, testing the waters, and your head tips back with a soft sigh.
He watches your face like heās waiting for something. When your mouth parts, when your hips twitch toward his hand, thatās when he moves.
His thumb finds your bud and he's gentle at first. Circling, then rubbing just a little firmer. You bite your lip hard, trying not to give him the satisfaction of the noises building in your throat.
āStill not thanking you,ā you say through clenched teeth.
āOh, you will,ā he says, low. āEventually.ā
You glare at him. He grins back, fingers dragging lower, slipping in without resistance. You suck in a breath, and he laughs softly under it.
āOkay?ā he asks, suddenly serious again.
You nod, maybe too quickly. āYeah. More than okay.ā
He starts moving his fingers ā slow at first, too slow. Like heās enjoying making you wait. You squirm, trying to rock your hips into his hand, but he tightens his grip on your thigh.
āNuh-uh,ā he says, eyes gleaming. āYouāre letting me do the work, remember?ā
āI hate you.ā
āYouāre literally grinding on my hand right now.ā
You reach out blindly and smack his chest. He doesnāt even flinch ā just slips another finger in, and your breath catches so hard it punches the air from your lungs.
āThere it is,ā he murmurs.
His thumb picks up a rhythm again, and the pressure starts to build fast. He knows it, too. His free hand slides around your waist, steadying you as your body starts to shake. Your fist curls into the soft fabric of his top, needing something to hold onto.
āStill hate me?ā he asks, voice rougher now, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.
āDonāt flatter yourselfā fuckāā
āYeah?ā His fingers curl just right, and your whole body tenses. āRight there?ā
You nod, desperate, eyes squeezed shut. Your thighs are shaking. Youāre so close you canāt even keep up the bit.
āSay it,ā he says.
āSay what?ā
āTell me how good I make you feel.ā
You groan. āJesus, Jungkookāā
He slows down suddenly, barely moving his hand.
You whine. Actually whine.
āThatās not what I asked for.ā
āGod, youāre annoying,ā you say, breathless.
He grins. āYou're the one being the brat here.ā
You drag your eyes open and glare at him, but itās all heat now. All want. You lean in close, lips pressing against his.
"Fuckā fine. You feel so fucking good, Kook. Please, just don't stop."
He doesnāt.
He kisses you hard and fast, and his fingers start again, slick and firm and relentless. Your body clenches around him and this time, you donāt even try to hold the sounds back. His name leaves your mouth like muscle memory, and he groans into your kiss, like heās the one coming undone.
When you break the kiss to suck in air, he presses his forehead to yours, voice rough in your ear.
āThatās it. Let go for me.ā
You do.
Your body arches, thighs trembling as the orgasm washes over you sharp and fast. Your fingers dig into his back, into his top, into anything that keeps you tethered.
He doesnāt stop until youāre gasping, twitching, pushing his hand away because youāre too sensitive now.
He pulls back finally, breath warm against your skin, his fingers wet. He looks at you, gaze heavy, lips parted.
Then, without a word, he brings his fingers to your mouth.
āOpen,ā he says, low and steady.
You blink at him, your body still humming, brain half-melted. āWhatā?ā
He brushes two slick fingers against your bottom lip, and your mouth parts on instinct.
āYou said no thank yous,ā he says, smirking. āSo thisāll do.ā
You glare at him, but your lips close around his fingers anyway. He watches every second ā the way your mouth wraps around them, the way your tongue slides against the pads. His expression flickers from cocky to wrecked.
āShit,ā he mutters, voice rough now, the smugness cracking around the edges.
You suck once, slow and purposeful, eyes locked on his, and he jerks slightly under you ā hips twitching like your mouth is on him instead. When you pull off with a soft pop, your lips are swollen and wet.
āYou said mutual help,ā you murmur, breath still catching on the end of every word. āItās your turn.ā
He blinks, like heās short-circuiting.
You slide off his lap slowly, hands dragging down his chest, and his breath catches when you settle between his legs on your knees. You palm him over his jeans, and he hisses, already hard under your touch.
āFuck,ā he mutters, head tipping back.
āYou okay there?ā you ask, voice sweet, taunting. āOr do you need me to go slower?ā
He looks down at you, pupils blown, jaw clenched. āDonāt be a brat.ā
You unbutton his jeans, real slow, enjoying the way he twitches under your hands. āNo promises.ā
You drag the zipper down, tugging his jeans and boxers low enough to free him. Heās flushed and heavy, tip already glistening, and you swear you see his hips flex at just the sight of your mouth this close.
āHoly shit,ā he breathes. āYou look way too good down there.ā
You wrap your hand around his cock, giving one slow stroke, and he groans like it surprises him.
You start slow. Just your hand. Thumb brushing over the sensitive ridge under the head, watching his thighs tense beneath your touch. His head drops back against the couch cushion, and you feel the way his hips subtly shift toward you, like his bodyās trying to chase more without him even realising it.
You lean in and lick a slow stripe from base to tip, tongue flat, deliberate. His breath catches ā then shudders out of him like youāve knocked the air from his lungs.
āShit,ā he mutters again, voice strained.
You hum like you agree, and wrap your lips around the head, just barely. You suck, not hard ā just enough to make him twitch. Your hand works in tandem, slow, steady strokes, and your mouth follows, inching lower until the tip presses against the back of your throat.
He moans, raw and wrecked. āFuck, babyāā
The pet name is barely more than a gasp, almost like it slipped out without permission. Your stomach flips at the sound it.
His voice borders on the line of sounding pathetic, and it makes you want to press your thighs together.
You fall into rhythm ā your lips sliding over him, tongue pressed firm underneath, hand twisting where your mouth leaves off. Every now and then, you let yourself get sloppy. Let the sound of it echo between you, let him hear what heās doing to you.
Heās falling apart above you. You can tell by the way his hand flexes and releases in your hair, the way his thighs tremble every time you sink a little deeper. Heās breathing hard now, jaw slack, eyes barely open. Watching you. Like he still canāt believe this is real.
āGod, your mouthāā His voice cuts off into a moan when you swallow around him, deep and slow. "You're gonna be the death of me."
You pull off just long enough to breathe, lips slick, chin wet. āYou deserve it.ā
He laughs, but it breaks halfway through. Your hand doesnāt stop moving.
āYou like watching me fall apart, huh?ā
You look up through your lashes, tongue flicking over the head. āMore than a little.ā
You go back down ā deeper this time ā and he chokes on a groan. His hips jerk up too sharply and he curses, hands fisting hard in your hair.
āShitā Iāmāā Heās panting now, thighs shaking. āIām not gonna last if you keepā fuck, donātāā
You suck harder, then moan around him just to hear the sound he makes. Itās almost a whimper.
āBaby, stopā waitā fuckā pleaseāā
You pull off with a wet pop just before he tips over the edge, lips red and swollen, saliva clinging to your chin. Heās barely keeping it together. Chest heaving, flushed to the neck, cock twitching where it rests against his stomach.
āYou were right there,ā you say, feigning innocence, voice soft and ruined.
āExactly," he says, sitting up. "I'm not done with you yet."
He drags the fabric of his top over his head, tossing it aside without a second thought. The moment itās off, your breath catches.
Fuck.
Heās all golden skin and sharp lines, chest heaving, abs flexing with every breath. His tattoos curl over his shoulder and down his arm, black ink stark against flushed skin. His cockās still hard, flushed dark, resting against his stomach, twitching when he sees the way youāre looking at him.
And you ā still kneeling between his legs ā canāt look away.
Then you rise, shaky but determined, and pull your top over your head, letting it fall. His eyes snap to your chest, lips parting like heās just been punched in the gut. You're movements are purposefully slow as you pull down your jeans, then your panties.
āJesus,ā he mutters, eyes dragging down your body. āYouāre a fucking dream.ā
You crawl back into his lap, your bare skin meeting his, and the contact makes both of you gasp. You straddle him, knees on either side of his thighs, and he groans the moment your heat presses against his cock.
He fumbles for a condom, pulling it out from an inner pocket in the jacket heād draped onto the couch earlier.
You watch as he tears it open and rolls it on, fingers practiced but tense. You reach between your bodies, guiding him to your entrance, and the second his tip slides against your soaked folds, his grip tightens on your hips.
āFuck,ā he mutters, voice shaking.
You sink down slowly, inch by thick inch, and your nails bite into his shoulders as you stretch around him. Heās big ā your pussy gripping him tight, wet and pulsing as he fills you up. Every nerve lights up, every breath gets harder to catch.
āHoly fuckāā His head drops to your chest, groaning against your skin. āYouāre so tight. So fucking warm. Gonna make me lose it.ā
You whimper as you bottom out, walls fluttering around him. You can feel every vein, every twitch. Itās almost too much. Almost.
But not enough.
You start to move ā slow, dragging lifts of your hips, circling them on the way back down. He watches, hands clamped on your ass, guiding the grind of your body like he already knows how to make you fall apart again.
You ride him, pace picking up fast, desperate. Every time your hips drop, the base of his cock grinds against your clit, slick sounds filling the room with every slap of skin against skin. His cock hits deep, stretching you wide, and a moan passes your lips.
He groans are low and guttural, eyes locked to where your bodies meet. āGoddamn, baby. Watching you fuck yourself on my cockā shitā never gonna forget this.ā
Youāre panting now, thighs burning, rhythm faltering. You try to keep going, but your legs are shaking.
He notices.
Without a word, he shifts under you, plants his feet flat on the floor, and grabs your hips tight.
āLet me help you, yeah?ā
You nod. āPlease.ā
He starts thrusting up into you.
You cry out, spine arching, hands flying to his shoulders to hold on as he fucks you from underneath, sharp and deep. His hips snap up into you, cock pressing into your sweet spot over and over again.
The new angle is obscene. Filthy.
āFuck, Jungkookā holy shitāā
He smirks up at you, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. āThatās it. Take it, baby. Look at youā so cockdrunk already.ā
Your pussy clenches around him, soaked and messy, and the sound of it is downright pornographic. His balls slap against your ass with every brutal thrust, and you canāt even think anymore. Just feel.
Your head falls back, hips rocking with his. āW-weāre still best friends, right, Kook?ā
His rhythm stutters, hips slamming up too hard, too deep, and his jaw drops slightly like heās not sure if he actually heard you right. His pupils are blown, face flushed, and he stares at you like you just kicked the last brain cell out of his skull.
āWhat the fuck,ā he pants. āYou canāt say that. Not when Iāmā fuckā inside you.ā
You whimper, walls clenching around him like your bodyās reacting to how wrecked he sounds.
āThatās so fucked up,ā he mutters, almost to himself. āSay it again and I might actually come on the spot.ā
You huff out a weak laugh at that, hands tangling in his hair, and he groans, fucking you harder, deeper ā like he needs to wipe the thought of friendship off your brain with every snap of his hips.
āY-Yeah,ā you gasp. āSo close, fuckā donāt stopāā
He doesnāt. One hand slips between your bodies, fingers rubbing tight, fast circles over your clit while he pounds into you. You sob his name, hips stuttering, body locking up.
āCome on,ā he grits out. āWanna feel you squeeze me.ā
Thatās all it takes.
You break with a cry, body clamping down around him as your orgasm hits like a fucking freight train. Your pussy pulses around his cock, milking him, soaking him, your whole body shuddering with the force of it.
He slows just a little ā just enough to let you ride it out ā but he doesnāt pull out. Heās still hard inside you, jaw tight, eyes blown wide.
You collapse forward, panting into his neck, spent.
His hands slide down your spine, warm and possessive. āYou good?ā
You nod, still breathless. āYeah. Jesus.ā
"Good." He swiftly lifts you off him just enough to slip out, and you whimper at the sudden emptiness. But he doesnāt give you time to think.
He shifts, guiding you onto your back, his body following yours down to the couch. His hands frame your face as he settles between your legs, and when he presses back into you ā thick and hard.
His eyes roam over you like heās never seen anything more obscene or more beautiful. Your lips are swollen, parted in a messy moan. Thereās a faint smudge of mascara under one eye from when youād cried out his name, and your skinās glowing ā sweaty, flushed, wrecked.
āYouāre so pretty like this,ā he says, voice gone rough. āAll fucked out for me.ā
You pull him down into a kiss before you can think. Itās open-mouthed, greedy, teeth clashing a little. His hips start to move again, slow at first ā long, deep thrusts that make your breath catch every time he bottoms out.
You wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back to pull him deeper. His chest brushes yours, sticky skin against sticky skin, and your nails rake down his back.
He gasps into your mouth. āFuckāā
āMore,ā you breathe, nails dragging again, leaving angry red lines down the muscle of his back. āPlease.ā
His hips snap harder, pace picking up again. He braces one hand beside your head and the other slides up your thigh, gripping tight enough to bruise. Your body rocks with every thrust, his cock slamming into you, the slap of his hips against yours louder now.
āYou feel that?ā he grits out, forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping down his temple. āHow tight you are around me? Fuckā Iām so deep, baby, youāre taking me so fucking good.ā
You moan loud at his words, head falling back against the cushions.
He kisses down your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breast ā open-mouthed, wet kisses that make your skin burn. Then heās back at your mouth, kissing you like itās the only way he knows how to breathe.
He watches you with the kind of hunger that makes your stomach flip, watching how your brows pinch, how your mouth trembles, how you twitch around him with every stroke like youāre on the edge all over again.
And fuck, you are.
āTouch me,ā you gasp, voice raw. āKook, pleaseāā
His fingers snake down your stomach, rubbing tight, perfect circles against your clit, synced with the rhythm of his thrusts. You cry out, thighs shaking around his waist, and he just watches ā eyes dark and wild, like he canāt believe what heās doing to you.
You clench hard around him, and he curses, slamming into you deeper, grinding at the end of each stroke.
āGonna come again?ā he pants. āWanna come on my cock like that, baby? Let me feel you soak me?ā
Youāre nodding before he finishes, tears prickling in your eyes from how fucking intense it is. āYesā yes, fuck, donāt stopāā
He kisses you as you fall apart ā moaning into your mouth, swallowing every sound. You come again, whole body seizing around him. Your nails dig in, and he hisses at the pain, thrusting through it, fucking you right through the high.
When it ebbs, your body goes limp under him, chest heaving, lips swollen, slick dripping between your thighs.
Jungkook fucks into you again ā slow, deep, like heās trying to memorise the feel of you pulsing around him. His breath stutters, muscles drawn tight, every thrust rougher than the last.
āIām not gonna last,ā he pants, voice wrecked.
You bring your hands up to his hair, lightly tugging at his locks as you whisper, āWanna feel you.ā
He chokes on a moan, slamming into you one final time as he comes hard, cock twitching deep inside as he fills the condom.
His arms shake, muscles locked tight, and his face is buried in your neck as he rides it out, breath ragged, skin flushed and burning. You feel every pulse of it, every tremble in his frame, and all you can do is hold him there ā legs wrapped tight around his waist, arms tangled around his shoulders, your nails still leaving stinging trails across his skin.
He presses kisses against your neck and jaw, eventually trailing up to your lips before pulling back to just look at you.
"Iā you're perfect."
You smile, a familiar warmth enveloping your cheeks. "Yeah, yeah, you can stop with the flattery."
But he doesnāt smile back right away. He just watches you, quiet. Like heās still catching up to the weight of what just happened. Whatās still happening.
His hand drifts to your waist, thumb brushing lazily over your damp skin. āLet me run you a bath.ā
You blink. āA bath?ā
He nods, lips brushing your temple. āYeah. Youāre shaky. And I kinda wrecked you.ā
You snort, catching the smugness in his voice. āWhat happened to, āShit, baby, if you donāt stop Iām gonna come down your throatā?ā
He groans, laughing. āOkay, first of allā rude. Second, I donāt sound like that.ā
āMm, you definitely do.ā
He pinches your side lightly. āKeep talking, Iāll re-enact it right now.ā
You shut up. But youāre smiling.
He stands a moment later, disappearing into the bathroom. You hear the water running, the soft clatter of bottles, his voice humming something low and familiar.
When he comes back, he tosses you a towel and holds out a hand, that same easy smile on his face. The one youāve known forever. The one that makes everything feel⦠normal.
Even now.
You lace your fingers with his, let him pull you up.
Your legs are jelly. His hand doesnāt let go.
And as you follow him into the bathroom, skin still marked by his touch, lips still swollen from his kiss, a quiet thought flickers at the edge of your mind.
You guys were still best friends.
Right?
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Genre ā PWP, Alien AU, Sci-Fi, Itās Mating Season For Aliens AU
Summary ā [You knew nothing good will come out of the situation when your captors decided to remove your chains this morning and gave you substantial food. You find yourself face to face with an alien who wants to impregnate the hell out of you.]
General Warnings ā you and tae are held captive, prison planet, malnourishment, mentions of not getting something to eat as punishment, brief plot, the cell youāre is very dirty
Smut Warnings ā little and tiny is overused here, tentacle porn, SIZE KINK on both sides, Taehyung is BIG, all of him is big, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (they donāt have condoms but you should have!), IMPREGNATION KINK, big alien dick!tae, he fucks you with his tentacle, lots of cum as usual, taehyung is a curious little alien, dirty talk, human kink, everything is consensual because we like willing participants, breast play, alien anatomy that I came up with on the spot, tae cums in his underwear untouched, creampie, multiple orgasms, tentaclewarming
Word Count ā (4,4k)
Author note. I wish all my monster fucker friends a happy Tuesday and enjoy the rest of your day with a lilā smut with Alien dick.
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āA human, huh? What a tiny little thing you are.ā Your eyes widen as he gets closer. You feel something cold brush against your ankles and when you look down you see one of his transparent appendages wrapping itself around your leg like a tail.
The alienās breath hits the side of your cheek, incredibly close that his pink lips graze the underside of your jaw as you look away, half shy under his gaze and half terrified of what he will do to you.
You knew nothing good will come out of the situation when your captors decided to remove your chains this morning and gave you substantial food for once as if they wanted some of your strength to come back into your sore muscles. They left you alone for a week without questioning where are your other human friends.
Even if you knew what happened after you left the shipwreck in an emergency capsule you werenāt going to tell them. But you donāt know where theyāre. Only hope that itās at a better place than this.
There was a change in priority as they got a more valuable prisoner. A human is disposable but you canāt tell what he is. You have a feeling that this alien before you just might be who they were talking about. You donāt know why they let him room with you in this cell but you think you wonāt like the answer very much.
āThey really donāt care what will happen to you huh. Youāre too tiny. I donāt think it will fit.ā He captures your waist in his big hands, unlike his appendages, his skin is very warm but you barely feel the heat that radiates off him as you listen to his words.
contents: unprotected sex while ovulating, multiple orgasms, squirting, dirty talk, cum eating, threesome, cum feeding, praise kink, sloppy seconds, impregnation kink(?), very brief moment where taekookās tongues touch, likeā¦.double eating u out (both at the same time), light finger sucking, lots of cum, UNEDITED
ā synopsis: your boyfriendās best friend joins you for a night youāll never forget.
note: my two babes + tattoos is SEXY. this isnāt edited, i was too lazy im sorry for mistakes let me live. this was supposed to be pwp.
Pairing: Tattoo artist!Jungkook x Lifeguard!Reader Ā Ā
Genre: strangers to enemies, enemies to lovers, Smut
Warnings: Reader has a belly piercing, mentions of getting high, Jk and reader have nose piercings, size kink, slight daddy kink, Jk is pretty dominant even when itās not sexual, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), readers kind of a bitch at first, Jk is also kind of a dick at first, clueless reader at times, Jk gets jealous, jk eats her out, reader gets jk off, ass slapping, reader gets bent over the kitchen counter, readerās kind of a spoiled brat, brat-taming, choking, tummy bulge, praise, degradation, cum eating, brat tamer jk, dirty talk, slight exhibition, Jk is kind of an aggressive person (not in a toxic way obv),Ā
Rating: M
Synopsis: Summer has begun and so has your job as a lifeguard at the Stillwells Country Club Ā ā Which means; sunny weather, blue pools and cute bathing suits! Youāre looking forward to it; just another normal summer working with friends, but your summer takes a turn when you see his sweet eyes and intimidating stature at the staff car wash.
A/N:Ā This is my first posttt, hereās the teaser!
His sunglasses lean on the tip of his nose as he looks up at the sky, breathing out.
āThis is the most relaxed Iāve seen you in a minute.ā Yoongi laughs, sitting next to him as he lathers sunscreen on his pale arms.
āYeah, surprisingly work hasnāt come to my mind yet.ā Jungkook admits, letting out a breathless chuckle as he kicks his feet in the water.
Yoongi hums, āMe neither, and Iām not even a sun person.ā
āThatās what the rich life does to you, I guess.ā Nari giggles, swimming to them.
Taehyung follows suit, pushing his falling sunglasses back up his nose. āYeah, Iām about to order a pina-colada just ācause.ā
āDonāt abuse the free membership either.ā Jungkook warns, looking back down at his friend. āIt was nice of her to do this for us.ā
āYeah, Ayaās always been pretty sweet.ā Taehyung agrees, āShe has her spoiled moments though, canāt take the rich out of the girl completely.ā
Nari smiles, āSheās better than me, I wouldnāt even interact with you peasants if I had country club money.ā
āYeah, thatās why youāre not rich.ā Yoongi teases, āYouād be horrible.ā
āI suppose.ā Nari shrugs, looking around before her mouth falls into an O, āThis resort even has good-looking lifeguardsā¦ā
Jungkook cocks a brow at her, last time he remembers the lifeguard was some scrawny dude with a permanent scowl. Looking up, Jungkook sits up quickly, pushing his sunglasses over his head at the familiar figure he sees switching seats with the old lifeguard.Ā
āIsnāt that the girl you checked out the other day?ā Yoongi asks, his eyes raking over your body shamelessly, making Jungkook shove him gently.
āYeah, it is.ā Jungkook smirks, watching as you offer some kids a cute smile, telling them to watch their step as they run. Even in the basic red swimsuit the lifeguards were required to wear you still somehow managed to look like sin. āSheās friends with Aya, right?ā
āYeah, theyāre actually really close.ā Taehyung says in a forgetful manner, too preoccupied in doggy paddling around his friends. āBeen friends since middle school.ā
āShit, so theyāre like sisters then.ā Nari corrects, āMiddle school to college is cool, they saw each other get out of the awkward stage.ā
āIf she even had one.ā Jungkook laughs, still eyeing you.
āThey say the prettiest girls have the most awkward phases.ā Nari shrugs, āI mean, look at me, gorgeous and my awkward stage was horrendous.ā
āYeah, sure.ā Yoongi laughs, wincing when Nari pinches his leg.
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ā Summary:Ā For the past three years, Kim Taehyung has made it his mission to annoy you relentlessly on campus, finding every possible way to drive you up the wall during your shared classes. However, as you both enter your senior year, something strange happens. Taehyung begins to sense a shift in his energy, realizing he might just have some secret feelings for you. What unfolds when you make this earth-shattering discovery too?
ā taehyung x f.reader | 8.6k words | 18+
ā genre: smut, humor, college au, enemies to lovers, fratboy!bangtan
ā Warnings:Ā explicit & unprotected sex, consensual drunk sex, shower sex, ārevengeā sex (all fun and games), alcohol consumption, party crashed by police, dirty talk, soft kissing, rough kissing, hard dom!taehyung, soft dom!taehyung, grinding, fingering, sloppy oral sex, cock swallowing, choking on taeās cock, throat fucking, slight praising, begging, sense of ownership, size kink, taehyung has a huge dong, belly bulge, reader gets dicked down almost too good (if thatās a thing), breast & nipple play, riding, reversal, biting, teasing, cockwarming, creampie, cum play, cum eating, cum stuffing, spanking, choking ft. taeās beautiful hands, pussy slapping, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, multiple sex scenes
ā Author note:Ā Inspired by thisĀ popular post!! If youād like to read this on ao3 instead itās been crosspostedĀ here!Ā As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3
āThis is wrong. This is so wrong.ā He moans after pushing you up against his closed bedroom door, āAre you sure? Are you drunk?ā You roll your eyes.
āStop trying to talk me out of this,ā you whisper while leaving wet kisses along his jawline. Youāve waited too long. Thereās no way in hell youāre stopping now. Lifting your head up and looking into his eyes, you continue, āI didnāt drink that much. I want this. I want you.ā
He groans and presses his lips into yours yet again. āI swear this wasnāt my intention,ā he says after pulling back.
You kiss him hard, but your quick attempt to shut him up doesnāt work.
āI promise it wasnāt,ā he blurts, āI was just being honest, you know the rules of the game.ā He pulls you close again as his lips flutter around your neck, causing an airy sigh to escape from your parted ones.
āNo more talking. Please.ā You pull his face back up and let his lips harshly reattach to yours. He proceeds to kiss you, slowing down when you try to speed things up.
āI just need you to know that I didnāt plan for this to happen,ā he repeats.
āTaehyung!ā You whine as your eyes tell him to stop worrying about it, āShut up and kiss me.ā
āI need to hear you say it. I need to make sure Iām not dreaming.ā
You pull back slightly from his embrace to tug your shirt off, āTae please,ā you beg between kisses, the slick from your heat seeping through your thin underwear, "Just fuck me already.ā
Earlier that dayā¦
āTaehyung! You asshole!ā you holler while chasing after the guy whoās currently running along the sidewalk with your history paper in hand.
You finally catch up to him by the fountain that sits at the campusās center, watching him nervously as he jokes around, holding the most important five thousand words youāve ever written.
āI will kill you if you get a single drop of water on that! Itās due in ten minutes!ā you threaten as he tosses the stapled paper between his hands. āTaehyung, please. I was up all night writing this. Itās worth forty percent of my grade,ā you beg, really hoping heāll take a step down before anything bad happens.
āQuit freaking out, Iām not going-ā his words are short-lived as a gust of wind steals the paper from his loose grip. You both watch, completely horrified, as it flutters through the air in slow motion and falls directly down into the clear water.
āOh no. No no no. Oh my god. I swear to god that wasnāt supposed to happen! I was just teasing!ā Taehyung panics as he jumps through the fountain, slipping and thoroughly soaking himself further as rushes over to your sunken assignment. He wipes away the water on his face and retrieves the soggy paper lying on the vibrant tile below. Drops of ink run off the paper, smearing the barely legible words even more.
You feel as though you've momentarily forgotten how to breathe.
āOkay. Itās okay,ā you say to yourself, trying to calm down, āEverythingās fine. Itās fine. I can just head back to the library and reprint it, Iād rather be a few minutes late for class than get a zero on this.ā
āUh, hmmm, yeahā¦ā Taehyung clears his throat nervously, scratching the back of his neck while doing so. āAbout thatā¦ā
āDonāt say it,ā you threaten anxiously. You internally beg that what you assume heās going to say next is not true. It canāt be. You will it not to be.
āThe library closed twenty minutes ago. It always closes early on Thursdays and Fridays,ā He says sheepishly with a face full of remorse, though you doubt he actually feels it.
āGreat,ā you huff, āThatās just fucking great.ā The calmness dissipates as rage takes over your body. āI honestly cannot believe you sometimes. Will you ever grow the fuck up? Weāre not freshmen anymore! You canāt just dick around like this. Wrecking each othersā projects was funny three years ago when our grades didnāt matter but we canāt keep doing this. Just-ā you take a deep breath to regain some of your calmness, āGet. The fuck. Away from me.ā You rip your destroyed paper out of his hands and storm off in the direction of the building where your class is held.
Maybe that was a little rude. Actually, no, it wasnāt. He deserved it. He ruined your history paper. Intentionally, too.
āIām coming with you, Iāll explain what happened,ā Taehyung persists, somehow keeping up with your angry stomps as you head to class.
āQuit following me, Iām screwed enough as it is,ā you grumble, knowing that heās trudging along behind you even without turning around to confirm it.
His footsteps slow once you reach the outside of the history department.
Maybe he finally got the message.
āAhhh, Miss Y/N. Youāre late,ā your professor says as you enter the quiet classroom and try to make your way to your empty assigned seat. He stops you before you can sit, āDo you have your paper ready to turn in?ā
You shamefully drop whatās left of your paper into your professorsā hands.
āIs this your submission?ā he asks, holding it up with his fingers, watching as the remaining water droplets fall to the floor. Your classmates snicker as they watch the scene in front of them unfold.
Yet, just as you're about to respond, the classroom door violently swings open, instantly capturing everyone's attention in unison.
āItās my fault,ā Taehyung pants after barging in.
āExcuse me, sir, who are you? And why are you dripping in my lecture?ā
āWhat the hell are you doing here?ā you quietly seethe.
āI considered heading to my class but I just felt too bad,ā he says to you before turning to your professor. āItās my fault her paper is soaked, I mean look at me. I am too. After an unfortunate turn of events - events that neither of us anticipated - it fell in the fountain and so did I. But you can see thatā¦because Iām wet. Wet like water wet, not like the other kind of wet. That would be weird, considering⦠But probably more awkward than anything though. If Iām being honest. You know, my mother taught me that honesty is the best policy. So thatās what Iām doing here. Being honestā¦about meā¦and her paper, being, uh, you know, wetā¦ā
It's unclear who is more astonished, you or your professor. Is this really happening right now? Youāve never heard Taehyung ramble like this. If you werenāt so stunned or feeling secondhand embarrassment for him, you wouldāve probably laughed hysterically.
The older man gives Taehyung a once over, his eyes peering over his reading glasses as they travel up and down the damp clothes stuck to the twenty-somethingās figure. Displeased, he turns to look at the disintegrating mess of your so-called paper thatās stuck between his fingers.
āHaha, yeahā¦so uh, Iām gonna go now,ā Taehyung says as he finger guns to the door before anyone else can get a word in, āI hope this is resolved. And um, Iām going to make sure I never sign up for one of your classes, Mr. uh, I donāt know your name. But that doesnāt matter. Trust me when I say you wonāt ever have to see me again.ā And with that, he exits the class with the same amount of speed as he entered.
Your professor shakes his head in disbelief. āEmail me your paper once you get seated and Iāll only dock you ten percent off from your original grade, as long as you promise that wonāt ever happen again.ā
āDeal.ā
āHe did what?ā your roommateās voice echoes from inside her bedroom as she makes her way into the kitchen where youāre reheating leftovers for dinner.
āI know! I couldāve killed him. I donāt know what it is lately, but heās been irritating me more than usual. The way he just went on and on, rambling like a complete idiot. Ugh!ā you mutter while waiting for the microwave to beep. The whole situation still has you mildly irate.
Sana gives you a pointed look.
āWhat?ā you squint your eyes at her, āWhat does that face mean?ā
āWhen are you two going to realize that youāre like, in love with each other? Itās always Taehyung did this or you did that. FYI, weāre all tired of hearing about it. Girl, I adore you and your little rants most of the time, but itās exhausting listening to you two complain about each other literally all the time. Weāre in the same friend group and itās just so obvious to us all that you guys like each other, but are just stubbornly ignoring the facts that are so obviously right in front of you.ā
āIām going to pretend like you didnāt just say that. Dinner is done,ā you say, brushing aside what you just heard. Itās too crazy to even think about.
You liking Taehyung? Taehyung liking you? Absolutely not. No way! Thatās ridiculous, thatās justā¦almost crazy enough to be true.
The thought surprises you.
Sure, Taehyung is nice to look at. Youāve never questioned his attractiveness. But you drew the line a long time ago, knowing better than to allow yourself to grow any form of attachment to the guy who prefers to drive you batshit crazy.
Itās just easier that way. Yeah, sure, playing around and pissing each other off gives you some kind of satisfaction, but you donāt need him in your life. He isnāt that significant.
Or is he?
The more you think about it, the harder a time you have imagining your life without the messy-haired asshole who youāve somehow grown toā¦love?
āWhatever, give me a bowl,ā Sana says, pulling you from your thoughts before youāre able to dwell on the āLā word very much. āIām starving. And we need to eat quickly so we have enough time to get ready.ā
āOh, fuck me sideways,ā you moan, annoyed with yourself for forgetting, āItās Thursday.ā
Sanaās boyfriendās fraternity hosts a party every other Thursday night. Thereās no way youāre getting out of it either, seeing as you promised her two weekends ago youād go to the next since you bailed.
āUh-uh! Donāt even start,ā Sana warns. āYouāre coming tonight whether you want to or not!ā
A frat party is the worst kind of party in your opinion. Memories of the last one you attended float around your mind; wannabee rappers holding their phones by your ear so you can hear their ālatest diss trackā, girls arguing over a guy who doesnāt deserve either in your opinion, drunk couples practically fucking on the couch.
Oh, donāt forget about the pick me girl begging for attention or that guy who gets so fucking obnoxious and is willing to start a fistfight with anyone within an arm's distance. And lastly, the typical fuckboy that will say anything to get you into his bed. Yeah, frat parties are so not your thing.
But you promised Sana, and sheād hold it against you until the end of time if you didnāt go tonight.
You made a plan anyway. Show up, say hi to a few friends, have a few drinks, and disappear before anyone can notice youāve made a run for it. Fingers crossed that you can pull it off.
The party is in full swing when you arrive, or so you are assuming since you had to step over someone passed out on the lawn on your way toward the front steps. The door is wide open, and Sana immediately spots her boyfriend Joon from across the room. His face lights up when he notices her waving dramatically and makes his way over to you two.
āShe actually came? In the flesh? Y/N, is that really you?ā Namjoon teases, obviously not expecting you to make an appearance.
āHi, Joon. Good to see you too.ā
āI was surprised, she didnāt even put up a fight about it tonight.ā Sana giggles as soon as Joon pulls her into his arms for a sloppy kiss. You look away and scan the room, searching through the crowd of familiar yet vague faces.
āSana! Get a room, girl!ā one of them hollers, cheering her on as she shoves her tongue down her boyfriendās throat.
She pulls back and flips off Yoongi, the culprit and one of Joonās frat brothers, and walks further into the house, scanning the audience for tonight.
āHey, think you could bring some of your single friends over? Preferably a random group of them with one specific person we all have in our mind. She needs to go home with a guy tonight,ā she says to Yoongi as he walks over with drinks in hand for you and Sana.
Everyone seems to understand what sheās saying, other than you, who of course is oblivious yet again as to who theyāre referencing.
āI heard you had a rough day,ā Yoongi says, handing you one of the plastic cups with a sideways grin as you give Sana an agitated look after smacking her on the arm. But she doesnāt seem to acknowledge either and instead, smirks at Yoongiās remark. āI have a certain person in mind. Let me see if I can find where he ran off too.ā
Joon laughs knowing all too well what happened, "Weāll do our best, see you in a few.ā
"Oh my god, Sana! I canāt believe you sometimes,ā you whine after the guys are out of earshot.
"What? Itās not like Iām wrong! You need a good time tonight just to relax. You donāt have any Friday classes anyway so have some fun.ā She shrugs her shoulders and walks away to say hi to some of her other girlfriends.
While sheās gone and the guys are hunting, you spot Taehyung leaning up against a bookshelf filled with novels you bet havenāt been touched in decades. You try your hardest to weave your way through the crowded area before he can notice you, but unfortunately, your eyes lock with his just as youāre squeezing through a group of girls youāve never seen before. Freshmen, probably.
āWhat are you doing here?ā you question, not even attempting to hide the annoyed tone in your voice when you feel his presence behind you.
āWhat do you mean, āWhat am I doing here?ā I live here. What are you doing here? I thought you hated these sorts of things.ā
"You live here?ā you ask, ignoring his question as your head whips around. āI didnāt know you were in the same fraternity as Namjoon.ā
āI didnāt know you didnāt know. Sorry?ā He laughs as you take the last sip of your mystery drink. āNeed another? Iām heading to the kitchen.ā
āUh, whatever youāre having,ā you say. Alcohol is alcohol.
āSure thing. Oh hey, Sana! Whereās Joon?ā Taehyung asks, acknowledging that your sidekick returned, but without her significant other.
āHey Tae, heās in the Blue Room. Which is where I must drag you to,ā she smiles devilishly, grabbing your arm to pull you away. Though unbeknownst to her, you would gladly go anywhere thatās away from Taehyung right now.
āAhhh, is it already time?ā he wonders out loud. āIāll meet you there,ā he says and leaves for the kitchen to grab drinks.
As youāre being pulled away, the only thought parading through your mind is how much you want to rip his head off for the stunt he pulled earlier, but also the multiple ways you can get your revenge on him for costing you ten percent on a paper that would have otherwise been an A+.
Sana pulls you into the second living room, the Blue Room as itās āfamouslyā known for its somewhat derogatory, yet exclusive, activities. If you could call them that.
Only those invited are allowed to enter. Youāre not sure why, but the guys take their rule pretty seriously.
You recognize nearly all of the people already in here, the majority being Namjoonās frat brothers;
Seokjin; the one thatās always surrounded by both girls and guys. His presence easily fills the room and even without saying a single word he demands their attention.
Yoongi; the one that loves to start shit and can smell drama and sexual tension from a mile away. He knows how to push the right buttons to hear precisely what he wants.
Hoseok; the one who is always smirking about something that no one else seems to know. Not really a gossiper, but definitely knows everything about everyone.
Namjoon; the guy who everyone respects but still teases for being totally whipped for Sana. Heās a softie but can still kick anyoneās ass in mere seconds.
Jimin; the sweet one with a dark side you never want to get on. Youāve heard stories that will haunt you for a while.
And finally, Jungkook; the one who never knows whatās going on but is having a great time regardless. A happy dork who can make you laugh no matter what.
Somehow Taehyung fits into this group too, but you donāt know exactly where he stands yet.
The rest of the room consists of girls youāve seen around campus and guys attempting to gain Seokjinās total attention but would probably never get it. Although there are a handful of faces you havenāt seen before, which is refreshing.
It looks like everyone is getting ready to play Ten out of Ten, which is basically a drinking game to initiate party hookups, a āhow much do you like meā sort of thing.
To play, everyone in the room writes their name on a little piece of paper and it gets thrown into a bowl. The bowl then gets passed around and each person draws a name out of the bowl, but canāt look at the name until itās their turn. One person starts and says the name on the paper they pulled and then rates the person a number out of ten if they would sleep with them or not. So then the person whose name was called would go next, and say who they have and rate them. Like a chain game, and you just have to say a number out of ten if you would bang them or not. Itās not really supposed to be a drinking game but somehow itās become a tradition to take a shot after you say your rating, and especially if someone says ten out of ten - then everyone takes a shot.
Sana grabs two slips of paper and hands one to you. You write your name and hand the pen to her. āSo much for a couple of drinks and dipping,ā you say internally, realizing that the game will last a while with this many participants. Hopefully, Taehyung remembers your drink. Youāre going to need it.
You sigh and sit on the arm of the chair Sana is in as you wait for the game to start.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Taehyung walking towards you with, thank god, a rather large cup in his hand.
āI hope this satisfies your alcoholic needs,ā he jokes, āI made it the same way as mine, but with a little less alcohol since I didnāt want to fuck you up a lot."
You take it from him and raise the cup to your mouth. The scent is strong, and your eyes twitch after taking a small sip. He laughs at your quiet sputtering.
āIāll be good after it hits me. Thanks.ā
"Yeah, sure. No problem. And sorry about earlier, again. I know youāll get me back soon enough and it will be well deserved,ā He grins before walking over to sit next to Jungkook.
āAlright, alright.ā Jimin starts as he walks around the room with the bowl in his hands, letting everyone grab a piece of paper while he goes over the rules for the newbies invited. The bowl makes its way around the room, and everyone tosses in theirs before Jimin shakes it up and starts letting people pull out a folded piece of paper.
Once everyone has one, he sets the bowl aside, āEveryone ready?ā
āWait, I didnāt get one,ā Taehyung says looking around, somewhat confused and a little suspicious. Somethingās going on. He just doesnāt know what exactly.
āOh I didnāt know you were back already, this is the last one,ā Jimin says, handing him a name slip, failing to hide the evil grin on his face. āOkay, letās get this started!ā
About ten minutes into the game, you are already feeling the buzz. Whatever Taehyung gave you is pretty damn good now that youāre drunk enough to not taste the alcohol. Meaning, youāre drinking more than youāre paying attention to the game.
Needless to say, youāre a little spaced out until you hear someone say your name. You look up and make eye contact with Taehyung from across the room.
He chuckles awkwardly and sits up. āOf course,ā he mutters under his breath, not-so-silently cursing Jimin at the same time.
Taehyung has my name?
āOh, please go on. We canāt wait to hear what you have to share,ā Joon grins as Taehyung responds with a death glare.
The room goes silent in anticipation of what heās going to say, especially your shared friends. Theyāre watching very intently as Taehyung takes a swig of his drink and curses again.
āTen out of ten would bang,ā he announces, pausing for a quick moment to take a shot along with everyone else, but you. Youāre too awe and unable to do anything but gawk at him as he continues.
āBut also ten out of ten would care for you afterward, ten out of ten would let you stay over, ten out of ten would tuck you in, ten out of ten would cuddle the shit outta you in bed, ten out of ten would make sure you fall asleep okay, and ten out of ten would make you breakfast in the morning.ā
Youāre sure you look crazy with your eyes popping out and your jaw nearly on the floor. Everyone elseās reaction pretty much mirrors yours. Everyone except Sana who is squealing like crazy next to you. A few of the girls glare at you as the guys whoop and holler.
Youāre unsure how you feel about what just happened. If it even happened. Or if you somehow hallucinated the whole thing.
Did Taehyung just confess? Does that even count as a confession? Or was he just playing along with the game? Did the room get smaller? Why the hell is it so hot in here?
You take a deep breath, remembering that everyoneās eyes are still on you since itās your turn, and yet youāre frozen in your spot.
Do they expect you to say something before you take your turn? Do you even want to say anything? Maybe he was joking, maybe you could laugh it off. Or maybe he meant it⦠What if he meant it?
You fiddle with the piece of paper between your fingers before deciding to unfold it and get on with it so you can get the hell out of this small room.
āUm. Woojin, six out of ten,ā you spit out as quickly as you can and immediately get up to leave. You donāt even know where you are going, just following where your feet are taking you.
You have two options; you can either leave and face the wrath of Sana when she comes home - if she comes home - or you can hide somewhere until you can come up with a better plan while you attempt to sober up. The latter is what your subconscious goes with as your body stumbles upstairs to find an unoccupied bedroom to hide out in.
The first one was not locked but definitely should have been. Thankfully you didnāt see too much of the two who you found in a compromising position, and thankfully they probably wonāt remember the incident in the morning either.
Fortunately, the next room you barge into is free. After shutting the door, you lean up against it and close your eyes while you focus on your breathing. Your heart is still racing as you try to not think about what happened downstairs.
Feeling calmed down enough, you open your eyes and look around. The first thing that catches your eye is the band posters that cover the wall. Everything from Sinatra and Dean Martin, to The Doors and The Rolling Stones, to Bad Omens and Bring Me The Horizon.
Whoever this room belongs to has good taste. For being a boy's room, itās pretty clean too. Yeah, there are clothes spewn here and there, but it isnāt any worse than the state that you left your own room in.
Sighing, you sit on the edge of the bed and cover your face with your hands.
What now?
"Yeah, sorry to ruin your moment or whatever, but my room is off-limits. If youāre gonna puke or pass out Iād rather you find somewhere else to do it.ā
You lift your head to see the one and only person you did not expect to see in your current confused state standing in the doorway. āTaehyung.ā
āOh,ā he says, āItās you. How did you know this was my room?ā
āI didnāt. I was hiding.ā Shit, you werenāt supposed to say that.
āOhā¦ā he says again, shutting his door so the noise of the party lessens. He walks over to sit next to you on the bed, "I was looking for you. After you, uh, ran out.ā He hesitates to see if you say anything. You donāt.
āLook,ā he begins, āI donāt want to make things awkward. I know weāre friends. Sort of. When weāre not trying to murder each other and all that. But Iāve been into you for a while now and I just canāt hide it any longer. If itās okay with you, Iād like to take you out sometime."
Once again, youāre gawking.
"Oh god, are you gonna puke or something?ā His eyes are panicky as he looks around the room for something you can use in case you do.
āNo! No, I just, ahhā¦ā Itās now or never, āAre you serious?ā
āYeah, I am.ā
"And did you mean what you said earlier?ā You say, referring to his confession in The Blue Room. You try to hide how hard your heart is pounding inside your chest. Just as you would have to hide how hurt youāre going to be when he says the inevitable.
āWellā¦ā He trails off, and you prepare for the worst.
He wasnāt serious, it was some kind of joke, you misheard him, there was another person with your name in the room-
āHello? Are you sure youāre not going to puke? You look a little pale.ā
āIām fine, was it a lie, just for the game?ā you say leaning towards his body, his inevitably doing the same. āOr were you being honest?ā
āI was being one hundred percent honest. And I still am. I like you, a lot. As hard as that is for me to admit.ā His hand grazes yours and rests on top of it. He was half expecting you to pull away and run out of the room but is more than happy to realize that isnāt the case. Maybe you feel something too. His eyes burn into yours as he awaits your response.
Itās hard for you to admit your feelings as well. If you werenāt both so perfectly stubborn and bull-headed, you might have made this conclusion a long time ago.
You hate to admit that. You hate being wrong.
But Taehyung doesnāt feel wrong to you. His hand on yours feels soā¦right.
"Good,ā you sigh in relief, finally giving in to your heart. You lean in closer and lightly brush your lips against his, pulling back to gauge his reaction.
Taehyungās breath hitches. The moment you pull away he hastily stands up and moves to his door, his back pressed flat against the wooden surface while the angel and devil on his shoulders argue.
Fuck, he wants you. But he knows youāve been drinking. And he would never put you in this position and knows how much he would hate himself if you woke up the next day regretting your drunk selfās impulsive decision.
āDonāt do that to me, fuck. I wonāt be able to resist. I want to take you out first. You deserve to be taken out on a date first,ā he says, running his hands through his hair. You get up and walk towards him. āSeveral dates. Shit.ā
āYou still can. But, you know, after you fuck me*.*ā Feeling confident, you take another step closer to him. And then another. Until you are pressed up against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as your lips hover over his neck. Finally, his hand grabs the side of your face, pulling you in before he unleashes his lips onto yours. Teeth, tongue, and all.
āThis is wrong. This is so wrong.ā He moans after pushing you up against his closed bedroom door, āAre you sure? Are you drunk?ā You roll your eyes.
āStop trying to talk me out of this,ā you whisper while leaving wet kisses along his jawline. Youāve waited too long. Thereās no way in hell youāre stopping now. Lifting your head and looking into his eyes, you continue, āI didnāt drink that much. I want this. I want you.ā
He groans and presses his lips into yours yet again. āI swear this wasnāt my intention,ā he says after pulling back.
You kiss him hard, but your quick attempt to shut him up doesnāt work.
āI promise it wasnāt,ā he blurts, āI was just being honest, you know the rules of the game.ā He pulls you close again as his lips flutter around your neck, causing an airy sigh to escape from your parted ones.
āNo more talking. Please.ā You pull his face back up and let his lips harshly reattach to yours. He proceeds to kiss you, slowing down when you try to speed things up.
āI just need you to know that I didnāt plan for this to happen,ā he repeats.
āTaehyung!ā You whine as your eyes tell him to stop worrying about it, āShut up and kiss me.ā
āI need to hear you say it. I need to make sure Iām not dreaming.ā
You pull back slightly from his embrace to tug your shirt off, āTae please,ā you beg between kisses, the slick from your heat seeping through your thin underwear, "Just fuck me already.ā
And just like that, the switch in his mind flips.
Taehyung wastes no time lifting you, bringing your clothed center up against his. You moan into his mouth feeling his hardness pressing into you through his jeans.
Your senses tingle, from the way his hands are holding your jaw, how his scent encompasses you, the roughness of hips grinding against yours, and finally - from the way his kisses deepen with urgency as he carries you back over to his unmade bed.
Once there, he leans you down gently before hovering over your body, letting his hands run along your hips as they make their way to the front of your pants. His fingers tease the skin alongside the waistline of your checkered jeans as he frantically works to undo them, pulling them and your panties off simultaneously.
Your eyes meet as his hand slides slowly up the inside of your legs, right up to your center. One of your hands covers your mouth as his fingers weave their way through your dewy folds, and dive deep into your core.
He grins wolfishly as they curl with each small thrust into you, and soft mewls pour out from your parted mouth. āThatās it, let me hear you,ā he praises as his fingers continue their divine torture.
āOh my god, Tae,ā you cry out, reaching for him as his fingers quicken. āCloser. I need you closer to me,ā you pant, grabbing his shirt in the process and ripping it open, giggling unapologetically as you hear the small buttons hit the floor.
His lips close around your earlobe, sucking slightly as his fingers continue gliding in and out of you, āYou owe me a new shirt.ā
āConsider it payback for the fountain.ā
āPayback, shmayback,ā he grins while pressing his thumb up against your clit, pulling a gasp from you.
āOh shut up already and put your mouth somewhere it matters,ā you say slyly while non-so-subtly pushing his head down your torso until he understands your intention.
āYes, maāam,ā he breathes before tasting you. His tongue sliding between your folds is nearly enough to send you spiraling. And as if it isnāt enough already, Taehyung reinserts two fingers into your heat as he laps at your delicate clit, bringing you closer and closer with each lick.
The taste of your sweet center has his rock-hard member twitching in anticipation, but he refuses to rush this. He wants nothing more than for you to come all over his face.
He deserves it.
You deserve it.
Soon enough youāre shaking from your very core as the waves rip through your body. Taehyung presses your hips down as he takes all your body has to offer him.
āHoly shit,ā you pant, that was undeniably one of the best orgasms youāve ever had.
He releases your center with a loud smacking sound and leaves delicate kisses on the inside of each of your thighs, admiring the goosebumps he causes on your velvety soft skin, before moving upward to reattach his lips to yours in a sweet, yet needy, embrace.
Taehyung wraps his arms around you to unclasp your bra while you catch your breath, giving special attention to the soft mounds now held in his hands. Your fingers twist through his hair as his tongue decides to flick one of your nipples before covering it entirely with his mouth. He swirls his tongue around them slowly and gently biting down just enough to hold the hardened nub between his teeth.
āMmm, I want you,ā he whispers, working to undo his own pants this time.
You breathe heavily, āI want-,ā the rest of the words caught in your throat as you take in his length. You never expected him to be lacking in that area, but he definitely is larger than what you had anticipated.
āLike what you see?ā he smirks, rather enjoying how you gape at him.
āYes.ā
Taehyung swallows hard; your honesty turns him on even more, if thatās possible.
āFirst things first,ā he says, pulling away to grab a condom from his nightstand. You stop him.
āNo, I want to feel you. All of you.ā
He looks at you quizzically.
āI have an IUD, thereās nothing to worry about. Unless this is your way of telling me youāve gotā¦something?ā
His eyes burn into yours, and he growls āNo condom then,ā quickly shutting down your question.
Grabbing your hips and holding them in place, Taehyung runs the head of his cock through your damp folds, then slaps your center with his throbbing tip, teasing you once more before he sinks deep into you without another thought.
Watching the way your lower stomach fills out as he pushes all the way into you only adds fuel to his fire. Right now, in this single instant, he owns you. And heās going to make sure you know it.
Your fingernails dig into his biceps while he stretches you out in the most perfect way, gasping when he quickly removes himself and slams back into you.
āOh fuck,ā he moans, āYou feel so good baby, so much better than I could have ever dreamed.ā
You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper if itās even possible. Taehyung shifts his weights and thrusts into you at a new angle, one that practically makes you see stars.
āRight there, yes. Yes!ā
Biting into his shoulder when it becomes almost too much, you use your legs and push on his chest to flip him over so youāre on top, riding him at your own naughty pace.
Taehyungās hands rest on your hips as you glide on top of him. His thrown-back head and mouthful of colorful words should be enough to prove how much heās loving this, how much heās loving you.
But as much as he adores watching your beautiful face twisting and turning with pleasure from below, and your perfect tits bouncing with each swift movement of your hips, he needs to be in charge right now before he loses his mind this early into the long night that awaits you both.
Whipping you around, he hovers over top of your backside and pulls your ass up against him. āTell me youāve never had better,ā he demands while wrapping an arm around your waist as he pounds into you again from the new position. āTell me how much youāve needed me and my cock,ā he growls into your ear with one hand moving up towards your neck.
Words are impossible at this point, your head is spinning with too many thoughts of how wonderful you feel and how hot he is in bed.
āTell me!ā he says again, gripping your neck tighter, his long fingers wrapping around your jawline.
āN-no oneās cock is better than yours,ā you gasp, his pace picking with your obedience to answer just how he wanted. āNo oneās,ā you repeat, your eyes rolling back into your head as your insides start to coil.
He releases his hand from your neck and you forget about its whereabouts until thereās a sharp sting on your ass, thatās when you realize the sound that echoes through the room is from his hand cracking against your cheeks. āMmm, again,ā you beg, loving the after effects his spanks have on your body.
Taehyung doesnāt have to be told twice and marks you again, softly massaging the area where his red handprint remains afterward.
Your heated breaths blend as your bodies dance together on the edge, waiting to fall into perfect bliss. He flips you over one last time, wanting to face you as you come undone around him.
Taehyung leans over and nuzzles into your neck, letting his senses take over his body as he pulls you closer and closer toward white, hot pleasure.
āOh my god!ā you scream as the coil deep inside you finally snaps, sending electric sparks through your body.
Taehyung could have died and gone to heaven feeling your insides spasm and clench around him. He grits his teeth as he pumps his seed deep inside you.
His body weight falls on top of yours, energy totally spent.
You find yourself drifting off to the sound of his breathing that matches yours, and fall into a light slumber with your bodies still entwined.
The sound of sirens abruptly awakens you. Rubbing your heavy eyelids, the room flashes between red and blue as the police car lights shine through Taehyungās second-story windows. You try to sit up but are pulled down by a heavy arm.
āMmmm,ā Taehyung mutters beside you, āPartyās crashed, itāll quiet down again in a sec once everyoneās out.ā His raspy voice tickles your neck and his hand slides down your side, resting on your hip.
A loud crashing sound followed by mumbling voices and footsteps moving outside his door wakes Taehyung up more.
āEveryone out besides residents. Time to go home!ā an officer yells in the distance, and more footsteps echo as the house empties.
He sits up and listens, falling back down into bed next to you when he hears the familiar sound of the squad car door closing and driving off to find the next college party to bust.
Thinking itās probably time to leave yourself, you reach for your shirt thatās hanging from the desk chair near his bed.
āWhat are you doing?ā
āIsnāt it time for me to go?ā
āNo.ā He leans on a bent arm, the other reaching for you to pull you back into his warm embrace. āDo you want to go?ā
āNo,ā you breathe.
āThen stay,ā he whispers before kissing you again.
The rest of your late night together is soft and sensual, filled with loving gazes, slow movements, and shallow panting as you lay together as one.
You find yourself getting lost in his touch, every nerve in your body blazes with pure passion this time.
Taehyung whispers your name and wraps your hands in his, pulling them up above your head.
Each roll of his hips draws silky moans from your parted lips. Heat radiates from where hands gently grip your thighs as you writhe beneath him.
You claw at his back, completely and utterly lost in the pleasure as you take the plunge into another mind-blowing orgasm.
He loves how your body reacts to his touch. He loves how you squeeze around his cock, quivering uncontrollably around him as he finds his own wonderful release.
He pushes into you once more before letting himself go. Your head swirls as he fills you with his seed, while your heart pounds to the same rhythm as his.
Taehyungās pace slows as you tremble around him, he finds it hard to quit thrusting. He doesnāt want to forget this, doesnāt want to waste a moment where heās not buried deep inside you.
You feel the same way, feeling full in more ways than one, and your heart flutters when you make this realization. Taehyung completes you.
Once his breath returns to its normal rate, he pulls out slowly and watches in admiration as his seed leaks out from your center, dripping between your folds.
He freezes with his eyes glued to the mess he created inside of you, wanting to burn this image into his memory forever.
Taehyung gives in to his sudden urge and uses the pad of his thumb to massage your sensitive heat. Sensually, he pushes the remaining cream back into you, wanting it to stay inside you forever.
He eventually lays back down and pulls you on top of him, the exhaustion starting to set in. His lips leave precious kisses along your cheeks, jawline, and neck before attaching to yours. He sighs contently and rests his hands on the curve of your lower back, satisfied with the way your body conforms perfectly against his.
You lay there, enjoying the blissful moment until you take in what just happened. You have no regrets, Taehyung was everything. But your head is still spinning as thoughts like āwhat does this meanā and āwhere do we stand nowā float through your brain.
Your heart rate picks up as you start to feel a small sense of panic take over. You need to clear your head and clean yourself properly. A shower. Thatāll help.
Youāre sweaty, sticky, and still covered in a combination of yours and his cum, yet Taehyung refused to let you roll off of him, "Stay, youāre warm.ā
āIām gross, and I could use a shower,ā you say, glancing at him, āif thatās okayā¦ā
āYeah, absolutely,ā he nods as you move off of him. He gets up, presumably grabbing you some clothes. He digs around in his dresser before pulling out a pair of clean sweatpants and a t-shirt. āHere, and thereās the bathroom.ā He says pointing to the door thatās to the left of the bed, āMake sure you lock the other door, itās attached to Yoongiās room. Iāll join you in a few.ā Thereās a sudden skip in your heart as you watch him slip his jeans back on and lean down to kiss your cheek. Biting down a creeping smile, you give him one final wave before leaving his room.
Taehyung heads downstairs to grab a glass of water. The party is long over now after the bust and he steps around empty cups scattered down the steps.
As he makes the turn into the kitchen and reaches for a glass, to say that he was surprised to be greeted by Jimin and his know-it-all face would be a straight-faced lie. Exhaling, he closes the cabinet door.
āDonāt even say it,ā Taehyung warns. He has more important things to listen to than Jiminās āI told you soāsā.
"Say what? I have no idea what you meanā¦ā he smirks. āOkay I lied, I told you! I totally told you she was into you. Youāre welcome by the way.ā
It takes Taehyung a few seconds to comprehend where his friend is going with that.
āOh my god! I should have known. You purposely gave me her piece of paper during the game!ā
āI donāt know what youāre talking about. Donāt you have someone waiting?ā
āYou think youāre so sneaky, donāt you?ā
He grins coyly, āMaybe just a little bit.ā
Feeling the sunshineās warmth on your skin wakes you up at daybreak. You stretch and snuggle back into the cozy bed. Taehyung is still snoring softly beside you, unbothered by the sound of the birds awakening.
You admire his face as he sleeps, while memories of your steamy shower late last night drift through your mind. He took extra care of you, washing your body head to toe, massaging your scalp as he shampooed your hair, and leaving warm kissing on your skin after drying you off. Of course, that was all after he held you against the glass wall of his shower and did more sinful things to your writhing body. Shuddering as you remember the filthy things he whispered to you while doing those things.
You ignore the heat pooling between your legs from the recollections of Taehyungās long fingers and where he put them, among other things, and internally groan instead realizing you need to make your escape now before the rest of the house wakes. Before youāre caught.
And if Sana stayed over too, youāll never hear the end of it.
The walk of shame is not something people typically look forward to, especially when youāre leaving a frat house of all places. Itās a double-shame kind of moment.
You have one leg over him and are almost able to touch the floor to make your great escape.
Taehyung peeks between his barely parted eyelashes and smiles slyly at how unaware you are. His arms close around you quickly just as your foot skims the floor, immediately pulling you against him so your face is only a mere couple of inches away from his.
āAnd where, pray tell, do you think youāre going?ā he says with a gruff morning voice that sends another wave of heat to your center. Your cheeks flush pink as you squirm, feeling his morning wood along your thigh.
"Oh, um. Hi-ā
āOh donāt do that.ā
āDo what?ā you ask as you try to wiggle out of his arms, but his iron grip doesnāt allow for that.
āActing all shy. Nuh-uh. Not allowed. Not after last night,ā he announces, tugging you in for a quick kiss while his fingers tickle your side, which causes you to wriggle against him even more.
He lets out a groan and his hips involuntarily buck up into yours. Thatās when you really feel him.
Itās your turn to grin wolfishly. āOh, sorry about that,ā you taunt as you press your center down onto him again and circle slowly before sitting up on your knees, leaving him between your legs wanting more contact, needing more of you.
āFuck, you canāt just grind on me and then stop, baby. Please keep going,ā he begs as he juts his hips up looking for some kind of friction.
Taehyung stills and moans uncontrollably as you palm his hardening length through the fabric of his sweatpants, and itās nearly enough to make him see stars when you reach inside to feel him.
His voice shudders when you pull him out from the waistband of his pants. Your pointer finger glides along his satiny skin, across the vein popped out from your touch, and up to his tip to wipe the small, white dribble away.
āReady so soon? Thought youād be spent after last night,ā you tease, knowing very well heāll pounce on you at any moment once given the okay. He watches in awe as you bring your finger up to your lips to lick it clean.
āMmmm,ā you hum, āmaybe I should take another taste firstā¦ā You bend down to lick along his length this time.
āOh god,ā he grunts, his husky voice full of desire.
Taehyung thanks the universe for not coming undone the second your sweet mouth encompasses his length. He pushes the hair out of your face so he can watch you bob up and down, your hands covering the lower part of his shaft that wonāt fit in your mouth.
You press down into him as far as your body lets you, swallowing his hugeness with pride.
His hand grips your hair to your head still as he moves inside you. Slowly at first, not wanting to hurt you, but picking up the pace nonetheless, loving how you choke around him.
He pulls out of your mouth and you gasp for air, drool dripping uncontrollably from your swollen lips.
āOpen,ā he rasps, holding back until heās able to place his throbbing head on your tongue and shoots his release into your throat with a loud moan.
His body trembles as the tip of your tongue dances along the underside of his head. He gasps when your lips close around him and you work to suck the rest out of him.
His whole body shudders when you release him, the pain of being overstimulated mixing deliciously with the pleasure you make him feel. He lets out one last breath before collapsing beside you, totally drained.
You lay in bed as the sun rises up high in the sky, holding each other as you talk quietly about whatever crosses your minds, laughing every so often when one of you disagrees with the other, all while you wait to regain the energy to start your day officially.
Meaning itās nearly noon by the time you crawl out of bed.
āCāmon, Iāll make us something to eat. You like french toast?ā
The boys on the sofa ignore you as you walk behind them on your way to the kitchen with Taehyung, or so you think they do.
āOh yeah, just like that Tae. Oooh,ā Yoongi teases once youāre out of the living room, using a girly voice that is supposed to mock yours.
āFuck, keep going, baby.ā Jimin tries to imitate Taehyung but does so very poorly. Still, the overly smug look on his face taunts you childishly.
Taehyung grabs something out of the fruit bowl and whips it at them. āGo fuck yourself with that damn banana Jimin,ā he hollers, muttering curses under his breath.
Awkwardly, Jimin picks up the banana that hits him in the back of the head and frowns, āWay to ruin bananas for me. Thanks.ā
āAs if thatās gonna stop you,ā Seokjin laughs as he comes down the steps, joining the conversation. Jimin scowls. Namjoon loses it on the recliner, laughing so hard heās not making a single sound, which in turn causes everyone to laugh with him.
āDonāt mind them, theyāve clearly lost too many brain cells,ā he tells you after lifting you onto the counter next to his workstation. He turns to grab the ingredients he needs out of the fridge, and you realize with a sense of adoration, you could get used to this.
Summaryāø Jungkook canāt help what he wants, and what he wants, is you.
Genreāø Smut||Yandere||Explicit||18+ONLYāøREPOST
Pairingāø Jungkook x reader
TWāøĀ yandere, explicit smut, non-con roleplay, dub-con sexual intercourse, jealousy, somonophilia, possessiveness, manipulation, unprotected sex, tampering with birth control, age difference, mommy kink, pregnancy kink, masturbation, squirting, bruising, rough sex, delusional kook, switch!jungkook
Word countāø3.6k
āøThis is yandere. Please do not read if these things trigger you. I do not condone or support these acts. My writing is purely fictional and does not truly represent any member. Ā
please donāt copy, steal, plagiarize, re-post, or otherwise use without permission Ā
your boyfriend is a competitive maniac who wants to bet on who can lift more weight at the gym.
ā¾ w.c: 4k
ā¾ pairing: bf!jungkook x fem!reader
ā¾ rating: 18+ minors do not interact.
ā¾ genre: smut, established relationship.
ā¾ warnings: praise kink, blowjob, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, name calling (daddy...), they kind of switch, ass slappingĀ (3 times) and pussy slapping. and I think that's it
ā¾ author's note: keep in mind that this is all fiction and there's no connection to reality here. english is not my first language so im sorry in advance for any grammar and spelling mistakes.
just to make it clear, this was part of a request, but my inbox is a bit buggy, and sometimes i start losing requests there, and this is an example of them š but i screenshot every request, (or most of them), and i'll leave it here. so, this is for you, anon šš„ŗĀ
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"Jungkook, I'm not betting on who lifts more weight with you," you roll your eyes, adjusting your black leggings. Jungkook stops behind you, hands on his hips, like a child who received an unfavorable response.
"Why not?" he asks.
"Because I simply don't want to," you shrug, grabbing your water bottle and heading to the dumbbell station.
"But..." he insists, pouting as he follows you.
"You know you can lift more weight than me; it's not fair," you grumble, making him hold two 9lbs dumbbells.
"In the arm, yes," he laughs with disdain, effortlessly picking up the weights. "But in the legs, no."
"And what do I get if, in the end, I manage to lift more weight than you?"
"Whatever you want," he shrugs, and you roll your eyes, taking the dumbbells from his hands. "What's wrong? Isn't that good enough?" Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
"Babe, you do everything I want without needing a stupid competition," you position yourself, shifting your hips back a bit and bending your knees, starting to do bicep curls.
Jungkook tries to persuade you with a mischievous smile.Ā
"Come on, just a friendly bet."
You laugh as you do the exercises.Ā
"Friendly? You turn into a maniac in competitions, Jungkook."
He makes a dramatic expression.
"But it would be fun, and I'd go easy."
"You always want to win, don't you?" you tease, feeling the strain in your muscles.
"It's not about winning; it's about enjoying the process," he replies, grabbing a dumbbell and joining you in the workout. You give an ironic laugh, watching him take double the weight you have, just proving your point.
"Not about winning?" you raise an eyebrow. "Jeon Jungkook, you really have the nerves to say that?"
Jungkook releases a confident laugh, shaking his head negatively as he effortlessly lifts the weight. Determined to prove your point, you leave your dumbbellson the floor.
"Ok, let's see," you grab the weights Jungkook was lifting, feeling them significantly heavier. Positioning yourself in front of the mirror, you lift them and realize it's exactly double your usual weight. You manage only three repetitions before feeling the strain.
"Too heavy, love?" he teases, and you roll your eyes, pushing through two more repetitions. "Let me show you how it's done. Watch and learn."
Approaching, Jungkook takes the dumbbells with a confident smile. He demonstrates a controlled set, showcasing his strength and endurance. You watch closely, acknowledging his skill as he completes the repetitions.
"See that?" he challenges, extending the dumbbells to you. "Now it's your turn, maybe you've learned something."
Accepting the dumbbells again, determined to overcome the weight difference and show Jungkook you can face the challenge, you take a deep breath. Lifting the dumbbells, you start the repetitions, feeling the resistance of the doubled weights.
Jungkook observes with interest, his eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and amusement. "That's it, babe, you're doing great!"
You smile, focused on your effort. At the end of the set, you lower the dumbbells with a sigh of relief but also with a triumphant smile. Jungkook applauds, genuinely impressed.
"Wow, maybe I underestimated a bit," he admits, smiling.
"Let's go for the leg press, babe" you suggest with a confident smile.
"But hey, I won this round," he insists.
You laugh, acknowledging his victory in the last bout.
"Alright, alright, I'll let you boast a bit. But now, in the leg press, I want to see how you handle the leg challenge."
Jungkook accepts the challenge with a determined look.
"Get ready to be impressed because I'm going to crush this leg press."
You both head to the leg press machine, ready for the next stage of the friendly competition. With confidence, you position yourself on the machine, setting a challenging weight of 300lbs. With determination, you complete 10 repetitions, demonstrating control and strength.
Giving space to Jungkook, you encourage him, "Come on, babe, show some strength in those quadriceps."
Jungkook accepts the challenge, adjusting the weight to match yours and positioning himself. He struggles a bit to start but manages the set with apparent ease.
"And now?" he asks with a playful smile.
"The next step is to see if you can surpass those 300lbs, my champion," you respond with a challenging smile.
"Surpass?" he raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah, let's do it."
Jungkook laughs and rolls his eyes, removing the white shirt he was wearing. You take a glance at his defined body, especially his abs, and shake your head.
"Well, I guess the competition has truly begun now," you comment with a mischievous smile, ready to take the workout to a new level.
Jungkook, now shirtless, takes his place at the leg press machine.
"Ready to see something impressive?" Jungkook teases, starting to adjust the weight on the machine.
"Yeah," you reply, watching him.
Jungkook smiles confidently. He begins the first repetitions, showing control and strength. You can't help but admire his determination and skill. As the challenge unfolds, Jungkook surprises by adding more weight, surpassing the 300lbs you had set.
"Wow, Jungkook, that was amazing," you praise, genuinely impressed. He winks at you, still smiling.
"Didn't I say I would crush it? Now it's your turn. Let's see if you can top that."
As you adjust the weight for your turn, you feel the significant difference but decide to give it a try anyway. The machine yields to the pressure of your quadriceps, and you manage a few repetitions before exhaustion sets in.
Jungkook, noticing your effort, encourages, "Go for it, love, you got this!"
Determined, you attempt a few more repetitions, but your muscles start protesting. With a sigh, you finally step back, letting the weights rest.
"Ugh, I guess you won this round," you admit, smiling despite the momentary defeat.
Jungkook approaches, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead.
"You were amazing, don't worry."
After several machines and multiple unsuccessful attempts to beat Jungkook in weightlifting, you concede. With a light-hearted laugh, you confess:
"Well, I guess today is not my day to defeat the mighty Jungkook in weights."
He smiles, winking at you. "No problem, Y/N. I always knew I had an advantage when it comes to lifting."
"Oh, now you're bragging, huh?" you tease, pushing him lightly.
"Of course, it's all part of the fun," he replies, laughing and holding your wrists, pulling you close to him. "Are you giving up that easily?" he says in a husky tone, their bodies close.
"I wouldn't call it easy," you say, glancing at his lips. "But I'd rather watch you train shirtless than compete with you." You bite your lower lip.
"Oh, really?" Jungkook chuckles softly.
"Yeah," you shrug, maintaining a teasing gaze.
Jungkook smiles mischievously, sensing the shift in the atmosphere.
"Well, in that case, I think we can wrap up the workout for today and focus on some more... interesting exercises."
You laugh, agreeing with a nod.
"I think that's the best idea we've had all day."
"But before that, I need to do 30 minutes of aerobic exercise," he said simply, heading towards the elliptical.
"What?" you choked. "You're kidding, right?" You hurried to stand in front of him, blocking access to the machine.
"No," Jungkook simply replied, putting his hands on your waist and moving you out of the way.
"There's no way I'm waiting for 30 minutes for you to do aerobic exercise," you pouted, sulking.
"You will," he retorted. "You know why?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow and looked at you challengingly. "Because I won, and you lost, so," he leaned in, lifting you and carrying you to the corner of the gym, and you let out a surprised scream. "You're going to sit there quietly, just watching me," he set you down. "Wasn't it you who said you'd rather see me working out shirtless?"
"Jungkook, but..."
"But nothing, accept your defeat. Come on, sit pretty and well-behaved."
You sighed, giving in to his playful dominance. As you settled in the corner, Jungkook started his aerobic routine. The rhythmic movement of the elliptical showcased his athleticism, and you couldn't help but appreciate the view. Despite the initial protest, you found yourself captivated by the sight of him breaking a sweat.
Jungkook, aware of your gaze, shot you a cheeky grin between strides.
Ā "Enjoying the show?" he teased, increasing the machine's resistance.
Rolling your eyes, you couldn't suppress a small smile.
"You're so full of yourself, Jungkook, in another life, you must have been a peacock!"
He laughed and bit his lower lip, increasing the pace of his movements.
"Funny how you say that with a smile on your face."
As the minutes passed, Jungkook's energy remained unwavering. His determination fueled the aerobic exercise, and you couldn't deny the allure of witnessing his commitment to fitness.Ā
You scoffed, "You're just shamelessly enjoying the attention."
He chuckled, "Can you blame me? Winning feels good."
"Stop moaning while you exercise, Jungkook," you remarked with a smirk, playfully challenging his composed demeanor.
He shot you a surprised look, momentarily thrown off by your unexpected remark.Ā
"Maybe I'm just expressing my appreciation for a good workout," he retorted, maintaining his pace on the machine.
You rolled your eyes, knowing he was purposefully playing up the banter. "Sure, Jungkook, whatever helps you get through those 30 minutes."
As Jungkook concluded his aerobic exercise, he hopped off the elliptical machine, a satisfied grin on his face. You met his gaze, and the playful banter lingered in the air. He's dripping wet from sweating.Ā
"Well, that was invigorating," Jungkook commented, toweling off some of the sweat from his forehead.
You chuckled, "Invigorating or an excuse to show off?"
"A bit of both, perhaps," he admitted with a wink. "Now, how about we continue this energy at our apartment? Maybe you'll have a chance to redeem yourself."
You shook your head in amusement. "You're relentless, Jungkook."
He grinned, "Well, it's a shame to let all this energy go to waste."
You both took the private elevator and headed to your apartment floor. As soon as you passed through the door, Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. The soft glow of the apartment greeted you as the door closed behind.Ā
"Still upset about losing, huh?" he teased.
You chuckled, swatting playfully at his arm. "Maybe a little, but let's not forget who needs a shower."
He feigned innocence. "Oh, do I?"
You shot him a look, raising an eyebrow. "You're practically dripping sweat, Jungkook. A shower is a must."
He sighed dramatically. "Fine, I'll take a shower, but only if you promise not to be too disappointed by my absence."
Rolling your eyes, you replied, "Just go, Jungkook. I'll be right here."
"Can I eat first?" he pleaded, his bright doe eyes staring at you.
"Jungkook!"
"Please?"
"Okay, fine. Eat quickly, and then I'll shower first," you conceded, unable to resist his puppy-eyed persuasion.
Jungkook flashed a triumphant smile, and you couldn't help but shake your head at his antics. While he headed to the kitchen to satisfy his hunger, you made your way to the bathroom.
As you undressed, your mind replayed the scenes from the playful competition at the gym. You couldn't help but recall Jungkook's cheeky grins, the sweat cascading down his defined muscles, the sculpted contours of his abs, and the focused expressions of his face during the workout. The rhythmic noises of his exertion lingered in your memory. Once under the warm water, you let the fatigue from the gym wash away.Ā
Exiting the shower, you found Jungkook waiting in the living room, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. His playful grin suggested that he had enjoyed his impromptu meal.
When Jungkook went to take his shower, you decided to playfully surprise Jungkook. Silently, you slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind you, the sound masked by the running water. The steam in the room hinted at the warmth of the shower, Jungkook, still unaware of your presence, continued his shower routine. The rhythmic sounds of water and his occasional hums created a harmonious melody. You couldn't resist a soft smile as youĀ hear him singing a tune under his breath.
As the water eventually turned off, you stifled a giggle, knowing that Jungkook would soon discover your presence. Jungkook stepped out of the shower, only to be met with you leaning against the sink, a playful smile on your lips. As he locked eyes with you, your gaze traveled from top to bottom, and he widened his eyes in surprise. Running his hands through his wet hair, droplets of water scattered, some landing on you.
"Jungkook!"
"What? Spying on me?" he teased, his voice carrying a playful tone, mirroring the amusement in your eyes.
You laughed, leaning forward to wipe off a stray water droplet from your cheek.Ā
"Just making sure you're not getting too comfortable without an audience," you replied with a mischievous grin.
"Well, I must say, I'm loving this post-gym routine" he quips, grabbing his white towel.
You smirked, teasingly asking, "The routine of exercising or the routine of me watching you shower?"
Jungkook feigned innocence, wrapping the towel around his waist after running the towel through his wet hair and his face. "Can't I enjoy both?"
Rolling your eyes, you shook your head.Ā
"You're incorrigible, Jungkook."
He grinned, standing up.Ā
"Guilty as charged."
Jungkook glanced at you, his gaze warm and appreciative.Ā
"You know, even though you lost our little competition at the gym, you looked incredibly hot doing it."
You playfully swatted his arm.Ā
"Flattery won't change the fact that you won."
He laughed, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.Ā
"I enjoy winning, but more than that, I enjoy spending time with you."
"You know what else you'll like?" you say, arching your eyebrow and hooking your index finger in the towel he had just placed around his waist. He gives a cynical laugh, biting his bottom lip.Ā
"What?" he asked in a husky tone of voice, with your body inches away from each other.
"The blowjob you're going to get, just because you're so fucking hot" you stare at him, batting your eyelashes and projecting your lips while talking.
"Just because I'm fucking hot?" he repeated, amused, looking down as you knelt with your eyes fixed on him.Ā
"Yeah" you shrug with a tone full of false innocence. You blink your eyes quickly as you begin to pump his cock as he rests both hands on the edge of the sink for support. Jungkook tilted his torso and you ran your tongue between your lips and continued running your fingers up and down his cock. Jungkook now, with his head tilted back, his jaw set and you could barely reach his eyes. His dick was getting hard in the palm of your hand, making you smile in satisfaction.Ā
Then, you start to lick his balls, passing your tongue between them and involving with your mouth, sucking them one by one, making Jungkook shudder and curse without the slightest meaning in a high tone of voice. You hadn't stopped the movement with your hand, on the contrary, you continued at a more intense pace. As soon as you left his balls covered in drool, you ran the tip of your tongue from the base of his dick to the head, vigorously licking all of Jungkook's dick, who grunted, looking at you as soon as your lips hugged his tip. Your voluminous lips sucked and licked the area, with your gaze fixed on Jungkook's, who now looked at you too, almost asking for mercy. And out of pity you understood how to swallow him whole.
You did, earning a growl from Jungkook. An almost animalistic sound, but as his dick entered your mouth, you didn't even care about it. You moved your head back and forth and he took one of his hands to your hair and helped you move it.Ā
"Fuck, how do you do that, hm?" he mumbled as you swallowed him. You rolled your eyes in response, feeling him deep down your throat as he forced your head against his cock, making your mouth fucked exactly how he wanted. You choke, your eyes filling with tears.Ā
āEasy, babygirlā he says in a sweet tone of voice and you look at him, tears flowing, your lungs begging for air and you coughing as his dick chokes you. "Just hold on for a little while for Daddy."Ā
You force your eyelids tight and now your face is a wet mess of drool mixed with tears and Jungkook is forcing his hips further into your pharynx and you are breathing through your nostrils. A few more seconds and he moves his hips away, making you open your mouth and receive the air you so desperately needed. Jungkook lets out a dirty laugh that you just hear and your throat hurts as he pulls your chin so you can look at him.
āThank you, baby,ā he whispers, running his thumb across your swollen lips. You nodded and Jungkook made you stand up, facing him. His fingers now wrap around your neck, and he gives it a light squeeze, making you sigh. Jungkook stares at you, brimming with carnal desire and you knew why you were too. He touches you gently, his fingertips brushing your face.Ā
āGo ahead and wait for me on our bedā he orders and you obey. As soon as you walk towards the door, turning your back to Jungkook, you feel a slap on your butt. You look at him over your shoulder and Jungkook smiles, satisfied, walking behind you.
You give him a look of false indignation, but he speeds up his steps and grabs your waist, making you stick to him. Jungkook rubs his hips against your ass and you feel his hard cock in you, making you sigh.
"Can't you wait?" you tease in a low tone.Ā
"Can you?" he whispers in your ear, taking his hand inside the shorts you were wearing, reaching your panties and fingering your pussy, right there, halfway between the bathroom and the bedroom.Ā
You sigh when he starts to make circular movements on your clit. Jungkook's mouth brushes your ear and he moans your name softly, making your legs turn into jelly.Ā
"Jungkook."Ā
He lets go of you, making you snort and look at him again, in a silent indignation that makes you walk faster to the bed. You turn towards him, now completely naked, while he watches you with a predatory smile. You call him with your index finger and when he approaches, pressing your naked bodies together, you push him onto the bed.Ā
"Make yourself comfortable," you say in an authoritative tone, looking at him and giving a low laugh, now speaking in a velvety tone, "daddy."
Jungkook frowned and looked at you with a certain anger, finding you petulant, but he obeyed without blinking, sitting on the bed with his thighs apart and his right hand holding his own cock, pumping it.Ā
āFor Godās sake, Y/N.āĀ
āShhhh,ā you say, bringing your index finger to your lips as you climb onto the bed. "Now you're going to lose your attitude as a competitive little boy who wins everything, okay?"Ā
He smiles, running his tongue over his lips and biting his piercings.
"OK." he agrees to your surprise.Ā
āYeah,ā you say softly. "good boy."Ā
Jungkook laughs ironically at the petname, ready to question you, but you arch your eyebrow, ready to cut him off. He understands and gives up.
You position yourself on top of him, still with your hips apart and your legs flexed, your knees resting on the mattress, you turn onto your back, then, with your hair falling and cascading down your back, while you fit Jungkook's dick into your your entry.Ā
"You know, that's so dirty" he muttered.Ā
"Is this a complaint?" you ask, contracting your muscles around the head of his cock.Ā
"No," he purred, groaning afterwards.
"That's what I thought" you throw your hips back and rest your hands on the mattress, lowering your body and making Jungkook enter you completely inside you with ease, after all, you were dripping with lust. You moan and so does he, in unison, filling the entire room.Ā
You start to ride his dick with both hands resting on the mattress, your head thrown back and your ass bouncing on his lap at speed. Your ass hitting his thighs like a whip and he moans slyly, desperately, with his hands touching your back, your waist, your ass, your hair. You didn't even know how many hands touched you anymore, first because you couldn't see anything that was happening due to your position and then because of Jungkook's desperation who simply touched you everywhere. You stuck your ass towards him, giving Jungkook a great view of your pussy swallowing his dick, and his eyes were fixed on the scene, even if you couldn't see it, you knew he was mesmerized by the way he moaned loudly. .
āThatās why I work out my legs, Jungkookā you say, amidst moans. "To ride your big cock."Ā
He doesn't respond, just slaps both sides of your ass. You smile at the answer, it was exactly what you expected. Your movements become rhythmic, until you feel a little muscular fatigue and you leave your torso erect, sitting completely on his dick, leaving Jungkook inside you and rolling around, resting your legs while your hips make wave movements and Jungkook grumbles with lust, squeezing your ass hard.Ā
"Y/N..." he whimpered the moment you contracted around him, squeezing him with the walls of your pussy.Ā
You looked at him over your shoulder and smiled, biting your lip.Ā
"What it was?" you arch your eyebrow, teasing. "Is it bad, daddy?"Ā
He growls, intertwining the strands of your hair in his hand and pulling you close, placing your back against his chest and his mouth on yours, giving you a fierce, clumsy kiss. Jungkook bites your bottom lip hard and you're the one who groans now, mainly because, after that, he takes his hand to your clit and starts to stimulate you, making you squirm on top of his lap.Ā
"Who's in charge here?" he whispers.
āI amā you challenge him.Ā
He laughs and lifts you off his lap with ease that leaves you without understanding what had happened. Before you could reason, you were face up on the mattress, with your legs spread around Jungkook's hips and he was thrusting his dick inside you, with his arms resting next to your head and his movements strong and deep.Ā
"Who's in charge here?" he repeated.Ā
"You are."Ā
He smiles satisfied, without stopping his movements. He hit you deep and you were completely beside yourself with the movement he made and how agile he was with his hips. Jungkook looked at you with sharp, lustful eyes and you could barely maintain eye contact because you were so horny.Ā
It didn't take long for him to grab your thighs tightly and rest your legs on his shoulders, leaving you even more exposed and making his movements easier. Jungkook was now going deep and stretching your tight pussy like it was nothing. The expressions he wore were very similar to the ones he made when working out, but now he was melting in pleasure. However, equally concentrated.
Your hips were slamming against each other quickly, you were a morning non-stop mess, so is he.Ā
He looked at you intensely, his dick hitting your g-spot with precision due to its position.Ā
āJungkook, I donātā¦ā you said, squirming beneath him. He smiled.
"Jungkook?"Ā
āDaddy, Iām almost cummingā you groaned, and he smiled larger, slapping your pussy with two of his fingers.Ā
Your pussy clenching around him, his dick moving in and out with ease and his fingers on your clit, stimulating you nonstop. You swear you could see stars before cumming and making him completely wet.Ā
Jungkook gave a satisfied laugh and his mess made him go deeper as the noises of Jungkook moving in and out of his pussy became even louder.
Jungkook thrust a few more times, each time even deeper. You were already screaming when he started to cum inside you, feeling him throbbing non-stop and his jets of cum warming you up and painting you completely white. Jungkook thrust a few more times before pulling out of you, dripping with sweat, just like you.
You both were breathing heavily, but he let go of your legs and lay down on top of you, brushing the strands of hair out of your face and kissing your neck in a delicate way. You fingered his back and your sweat came together as he caressed your cheek.
"I need to beat you more often if it means we end up like this." he whispers.
ā„ SUMMARY: In which your annoying neighborāthat you canāt standāturns out to be the person behind the online account youāve been sexting. You still donāt know his name.
ā„ GENRE: smut ā cybersex ā enemies
ā„ CATEGORY: mini three-shot
ā„ WARNINGS: mentions of rough sex; slapping, spanking, hair pulling, gagging, name calling, humiliation, degradation, mean!jk, biker!jkš, bratty!reader (like reallll bratty), nude exchanging, pornography, cybersex, reader is a bit dumb, actually very dumb, sexting, flirting, neighbor beef, tension, jk smokes, bit of angst (cus it wouldnāt be a fic of mine if it didnāt have angst ofc), mentions of raw sex (WRAP IT UP), minors DNI
ā„ WORDCOUNT: 11.8k
a/n: whew. HI. canāt believe pt1 went off like thatš thank u sm for enjoying this fic !
thanks to tumblrās new 1k max blocks limit, i had to add the rest in a reblog. youāll find a link to it at the bottom!
i call this a mini three-shot cause i just left out all the unimportant stuff. it just constantly skips to scenes where yn & jk bump into each other i really dgaf if itās coincidental the entire time. i had and still have no intention of adding more lore than necessaryš its just a pwp so i rlly dc abt the lack of story telling and whatnot i just wanted to get this horny idea out š
make sure to check out eliās version too! <3
enjoy šš ā the next part (pt. 3) will be the final part!
Sending pictures of your naked body to a random stranger on the internet.
A random stranger whose name you do not know.
A random stranger that doesnāt know your name, either.
A random stranger that youāre somehow slightly possessive over.
A random stranger thatās somehow slightly possessive over you.
Constantly posting subtweets about each other only further proves that. Indirectly wanting to tell other people to back off without actually doing so.
Itās crazy how you two clicked almost immediately. Maybe men arenāt a lost cause after all.
The subtweets consist of more pornographic content, provoking each other and wording your wishes of what you would like to do to one another on your timelines.
Like posting captions that say, āwish you were hereā alongside a video of a woman getting fucked into a worn-out mattress.
Or āthis could be usā and itās a video of 2 people kissing like itās their last day on earth.
But then at times, you both just chat like best friends. Talk about the movies you like. Or the anime he recommends. Or the music he likes to listen to. He gets oddly defensive about Justin Bieber.
Even though youāre both aware that youāre two strangers, you canāt help but feel like you two have known each other for longer than just a few weeks.
Like the time you found out you live in the same timezone. Live in the same state. Grew up watching the same things on TV. Have heard of each otherās high schools.
But any details have been kept private so farāfor safety reasons, of course.
Itās not like you donāt trust him. Itās not that. Itās just weird sharing personal info with someone you donāt know personally.
But thereās been some talks about potentially meeting each other.
You wonder what heās like in real life.
You bet heās as charming as he is through text. Probably average looking but you donāt mind in the slightest. Pretty men only break hearts.
You still donāt know what he looks like and vice versa.
You still donāt know his name and vice versa.
Somehow you both wordlessly agreed on revealing your faces when you meet for the first time. The only physical details youāve noticed are some of his tattoos that you can barely make out thanks to the poor quality of his pictures. His toned body. Veins. Sweatpants.
Most of his pictures are taken in the dark. Seems like heās always just holed up at home and you deduce he might be a homebody or a gamerāsomething like that.
You usually canāt stand gamers (cue your annoying fucking neighbor) however, you canāt help but fantasize about sucking this random online stranger off while heās gaming or have him bend you over his gaming setup. Let him fuck you from behind over his keyboard. Hips pounding into your asscheeks as his gaming chair squeaks.
The buzzing of your phone next to your hip snaps you out of your sinful trance.
[Twitter]
@archurback4me sent you a message!
Your heart always jolts like itās been resuscitated every single time he sends you a message and that hasnāt changed in the past few weeks. There are simply no words to describe how it feels when your phone buzzes and itās the person youāre thinking about.
You sit straight up on your couch, crossing your legs criss-cross applesauce as you giddily unlock your phone.
@archurback4me | 11:12AM
Goodmorning brat
Howād you sleep
Sleep. Howād you sleep.
Right, thatās what youād forgotten!
You | 11:13AM
wait omg
now i remember
i dreamed about you omggg
well you were kinda faceless but in my dream i knew it was you
@archurback4me | 11:13AM
Did you?
What kind of dream
You | 11:13AM
honestly it started out weird as fuck lol
i wish i could tell you something sexy but it really isnāt
you were in my old high school trying to buy something from the vending machine and it wouldnāt work
so you ended up punching it and then i stopped you
and told you to hit me instead like some kind of pick me girl lmaoooooo
@archurback4me | 11:14AM
LMAOOOO
Bruhhh
That is so random
Hitting you is crazy
You | 11:14AM
i know
i mean
watching you be so aggressive was pretty hot tho
woke up w drenched panties
@archurback4me | 11:15AM
That so?
You got proof or are you just talking out of your ass?
You | 11:15AM
ur trying to see my pussy at 11am? really? youāre horny at this hour?
@archurback4me | 11:16AM
11AM or 11PM
Idgaf
Let me see that pretty pussy
How are you supposed to decline when he says it like that?
You want to do everything he asks. Anything. Want him to want you. Need him to want you.
You drag your sweats down your legs, tossing them off your bed with a quick kick. The tip of your finger slips under the elastic of your panties, peeling it off your pussy and sliding it to the side.
Arm stretched out, you reach for a low angle of your glistening pussy. Thereās a teeny tiny bit of stubble coming through, not that either of you really care.
You snap a quick photo. Check it. Arenāt satisfied. Snap a few more until youāre okay with the row of pictures you can choose from.
You | 11:19AM
(You sent a photo.)
@archurback4me | 11:21AM
For fucks sake
That wet from imagining me shaking up a vending machine, are you?
Shit
Canāt stop staring
You | 11:21AM
well yes.
i mean honestly
i donāt fantasize about you hitting me or anything like that
but being slapped across the face by you kind of sounds... hot
@archurback4me | 11:23AM
Iāve seen you tweet about it before
And youāve rted several videos like that
So trust me
I know youāre into that
You | 11:23AM
hmm
yeah
i think itās hot
but not like.. the way youād slap someone for making fun of your mom
just... a quick slap to make me look at you when iām disobeying
trust me iāll be loud about it if i donāt like it
but only if youāre down with it
@archurback4me | 11:26AM
I am
Because your dirty mouth definitely deserves a few slaps whenever you start yapping like you do so well
You | 11:27AM
kiss my ass jay
you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid lmao
Oh, right. Heād told you to call him Jay about two weeks ago. Youāve been calling him that ever since.
@archurback4me | 11:30AM
Wish I could princess
Let me see that ass one more time
You | 11:30AM
š.
what do i get in return?
@archurback4me | 11:32AM
Iāll write your username on my pelvis and post a vid of me jacking off
Oh.
The thought of him, jacking off with your username written across his pelvis, free for everyone to see. The thought of claiming him. Having him all to yourself.
The tingle in your core is impossible to ignore. You want him.
You | 11:33AM
so all those ppl chatting you up in your dms know that you ultimately belong to me?
@archurback4me | 11:33AM
If thatād allow me to see your ass then 100%
You | 11:33AM
ur so thirsty
so many asses you can see online
why mine
@archurback4me | 11:34AM
Because yours is my favorite duh
You donāt have to of course
Thereās a compromise, isnāt there?
His favorite?
Does he chat with other people as well? Do others send him pictures of their body too? Does he send them pictures too?
That alone brings a scowl to your face but you quickly realize that, yes, he can do what he wants.
You get up on your knees and stretch your arm out behind you. Phone upside down. Hit record. Spank your ass. Catch the watch it recoils on camera.
Repeat.
Make him never want anyone else again.
You | 11:35AM
š.
just shut up
(You sent a video.)
@archurback4me | 11:35AM
Holy shit I need you
I need you so bad
Ahhhh youāre driving me fucking crazy
You | 11:36AM
you could have me
@archurback4me | 11:36AM
Iām so serious Iāll come one of these weeks and Iām not even joking
You | 11:36AM
i wish you would
@archurback4me | 11:38AM
I will
Give me a date Iāll write it down
You | 11:38AM
youāre coming to stay for a few days, right?
i have plenty of room in my bed for you
@archurback4me | 11:39AM
Hmm
Was hoping youād say that
One night with you would never be enough for me
You | 11:40AM
hehe
exactly 3 weeks from now
the entire week
what do you say?
@archurback4me | 11:42AM
Never noted something faster
I have a dog though
So I was thinking itād be easier for you to come to me
You | 11:43AM
i donāt mind you bringing your dog
luv dogs
but donāt think i forgot about what i was gonna get in return for sending you my ass
@archurback4me | 11:44AM
Jeez
He doesnāt reply for quite some time. The typing bubble doesnāt pop up either.
But after several minutes a new tweet pops up on your feed.
He didnāt caption it. Just a video that starts with his abs. You watch as his fingers trail down his stomach and tug his underwear down, revealing his squiggly inked skin.
And there it is, ā@bratgaIoreā written across his pelvis in black marker.
He spits in his hand and wraps his fingers around his shaft, stroking his rock hard dick at a perfect pace. The sound has been turned off and you really wish it wasnāt but then again, you donāt want anyone else hearing him.
Want him sounding pretty for you. Just for you.
Youāve clearly been staring at the video for too long because you get a new message.
@archurback4me | 11:54AM
Happy?
You | 11:56AM
holy shit
you actually did it
@archurback4me | 11:57AM
Of course I did
I donāt play when it comes to that ass of yours
You | 11:58AM
hm
now im rlly horny
@archurback4me | 11:58AM
Arenāt you always
You | 11:58AM
thanks to you
i hate you
@archurback4me | 11:59AM
Thatās fine
The feelingās mutual anyway
Gonna enjoy the way you fall apart under me when I fuck you
Fuck you until youāre stupid
You | 12:03PM
a dream come true
:p
guess what
@archurback4me | 12:04PM
Hm?
You | 12:06PM
(You sent a photo.)
The photo is a picture of your soaking wet pussy with his username written on your pelvis in black marker, too.
@archurback4me | 12:08PM
What the fuck
Youāre trying to fucking kill me angel
I need to insert my tongue immediately
You | 12:09PM
here come the harvard graduates
insert is crazy
@archurback4me | 12:10PM
You drive me crazy
Pussy got me acting all formal and shit LMAOO
Got me wanting to wear a bib and say Itadakimasuš when I dive in
Fuck
Want you on my face so fucking bad
Spank you while you ride my face
Donāt think Iāve ever seen something so pretty
Think my mind will change when I see your face though
You | 12:11PM
LMAOOOO not itadakimasuššš
hmm
you like it?
@archurback4me | 12:12PM
Are you insane
I keep going back to it
You should write my username when we meet so I can see it when I take your clothes off
Know that your pussy belongs to me
You | 12:12PM
if you do it too
@archurback4me | 12:13PM
Deal
You | 12:13PM
hehe
š.
btw
@archurback4me | 12:14PM
Hm?
You | 12:14PM
are you clean
@archurback4me | 12:15PM
What?
You | 12:16PM
like
are you clean
for raw sex
@archurback4me | 12:16PM
Oh
Yeah I am
Iāll send you my results when Iām home
You | 12:16PM
you donāt have to do that i believe you
iām clean too
where are you rn?
@archurback4me | 12:16PM
Just left to meet a friend
You | 12:17PM
oh
youāre not texting and driving right
@archurback4me | 12:18PM
Of course not, babe.
How am I supposed to meet my dumb girl when Iām dead?
Iām going by foot
Babe.
My dumb girl.
This is dangerous territory.
You | 12:19PM
hm
just like how i want to be the death of you as i tease you while ur in public
@archurback4me | 12:19PM
Donāt
Iām warning you
I donāt wanna meet my friends with a raging boner
I just got rid of one
You | 12:20PM
ur so easy lol
@archurback4me | 12:22PM
Just you wait you little brat
Gonna leave you so fucking sore when Iām done with you
No breaks
Fuck you the whole week long
You | 12:23PM
hmm
gonna fuck me like you hate me?
@archurback4me | 12:24PM
I do hate you
A lot
Dumb girl
Donāt think thatās gonna change when I see you in real life
Might get even more pissed off when I see your bratty mug actually
I just know your face is so fucking bratty
You | 12:25PM
youād be obsessed with me
iām really pretty
@archurback4me | 12:26PM
Lmao yeah I probably will be
Iām sure you are
Gonna defile your pretty face when I cum all over it you stupid brat
But my friendās here
Iāll ttyl princess
You | 12:27PM
canāt wait
bye daddy
@archurback4me | 12:27PM
Hell nahhhhh
Donāt call me that
You | 12:30PM
ok then bye mr. fuck-you-everyday-of-the-week
@archurback4me | 12:30PM
And will
Night after night
You | 12:30PM
go already
byeeeee
@archurback4me | 12:32PM
Bye princess
You go about your day like you usually would and later that night, he ends up sending you his results anyway. You were already asleep by then, though.
Want to keep reading? The full chapter is out on my Wattpad.
Click here to keep reading.
a/n: thanks to tumblrās new max 1k blocks limit, iāll have to figure out how iām gonna post the full thing on here. (probably tomorrow or friday) either by combining paragraphs or add the continuation in a reblog or something. but its out on wattpad so i hope youāll forgive me !!