➺ Summary: Years ago, as Jungkook’s tutor, you played a game – but not to completion. Today, he does the teaching. And he’s intent on reaching the finale.
➺ Warnings: dom!reader x sub!jk then dom!jk x sub!reader, strip poker but education, implied consent, little power imbalance, seggsual tension, restraints, oral sex (m&f receiving), grinding, jungkook is a tease as always, dirty talk, kissing, alcohol, boob play ehehe, fingering (f receiving), pussy slap, spitting, tearing clothes, biting, degradation, unprotected sex, jk cums on her ass, cum eating (kind of)
➺ Cross Posted: AO3
➺ Author’s Note: This was supposed to be @taegularities‘s birthday gift because she asked for Lawyer!AU - but in true Siya fashion, it went out of control. So... here you go LOL happy buttday to youuu, hope you enjoy ittt 💛💛 The biggest thanks to @jimilter because she is the reason I did not delete the draft, thank you so much for all your help in fixing this mess, love you so muuucchh 💛 Also huge huge huge thanks to @alpacaseoks for helping me with the flow and giving me pointers in a big chunk of the fic, I appreciate it so much! 💛 Disclaimer: I am not a law student in any way so please don’t expect any accuracy. Just enjoy the sex, I’m begging. Let me know what y’all think, and as always, thank you for being here!
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“You’re not serious.”
If only he knew.
“So. Serious.” You emphasise your words with a slap on his shoulder, “I won’t have it on my honour that a student under my tutelage has been failing the same subject for two years.” You raise an eyebrow at the hunched figure ahead, and knock on the table to bring his attention up to you.
“So you’ll just… Strip? Everytime I answer correctly?”
“That’s right,” you confirm, “and for every wrong answer, you strip for me. Simple.” You give Jungkook the widest grin you ever have, possibly too wide, because he only hunches further into his seat.
And it finally bursts your bubble.
“I mean… I’m just–you don’t have to do this, okay?” You scramble up from your seat, opening the distance between you two – placing yourself a good few feet away from the boy. “I was just… having fun with the idea—” With stumbling haste you continue to comfort him, “I jus–isn’t this like classic nerd porn that you’d watch?”
And you remember that comforting a fellow human being isn’t really your forte. You’re ready to gather all your belongings that are spread across the table, run away, change your name and hope like hell he doesn’t file you up for harassment.
Thankfully, your shabby attempt at damage control does ease Jungkook, and his back straightens a little bit as he brings himself to look at you.
“Not wrong,” he gives you a grin, “I–I really like that, umm, idea. Yes, let’s do it.”
He trails off, but not without a smile of burgeoning confidence – apparently not enough to finish that sentence with, but enough to give you one strong nod – and you have the affirmation you need. More affirmation is given by his not-so-subtle shift in his seat, that shows you something was making its presence known in the confines of his pants.
“All right, let’s start this. International Law and Relations is pretty easy, and actually has very interesting sub-topics – you can take subjects on this topic when you move to the next semester,” you pause flipping through the textbook and give your tutee, “if you move to the next semester. Thankfully, this year you have multiple choice questions, so… You better fucking pass, you hear me?!”
Jungkook only gives you a sheepish grin, his hands fiddling with each other.
“Okay, we’ll go through chapters randomly. Your first one – what is a country’s exclusive economic zone?”
On completing the question, you look up and await an answer – but the doe eyes that greet you back showcase that behind them, there is a lot of emptiness. Jungkook’s eyebrows are raised as he tries his best to push out any answer, any words, just anything from his brain. Alas, after two minutes, you give up.
“Okay, you’re going first then,” your voice breaks his intense thought process, and he flashes you a wide grin.
“Socks count right?” He pulls off the socks on both his feet, and wiggles his toes against the fresh air.
“Why you wear socks in this weather, it’s beyond me,” you huff an exasperated sigh, “but okay. One down. Exclusive economic zones are the sea-areas where coastal states have the right to exploit resources for economic gains. Think fisheries, mining, construction, artificial islands, and other endeavours. Capisce?”
“Got it. Next!”
“Love the enthusiasm,” you grin at his eager look, and open the textbook to a random page again, “okay, same chapter, what are the three international air laws?”
“Oh, I know this! I read thi–uhh, Public International Law, Private International Law…”
“Yesss? And?”
“Why is my brain saying Supernatural Law?”
One look at his bamboozled face and you burst out laughing. “Supranational Law! Not Superna—” Your persistent giggles have you dropping the book onto your lap, hands rushing to wipe a tear that makes its way down your cheek. You can see a bleary Jungkook, following suit in your snickers, his shoulders rising up – it’s a very cute view.
No, Jungkook is not your type of guy – and you will not make him.
You’re actually supposed to wrap up this session with Jungkook earlier than usual – because a party doesn’t wait for anyone – and last night Baekhyun told you he’d pick you up. When you asked him whether the party was, he only sent you a smirking emoji as a response.
Rude boys are your standard, and Baekhyun fits it to the tee. Jungkook, not so much.
But now you’ve started something that can’t possibly end soon.
“Okay, next item!” You aim to be loud, to quell that finagling thought in your mind.
“But—” Jungkook sputters out, “but I got that right?! Come on, it was close enough!”
You shake your head. “A hundred, or nothing. Chop chop,” you wave a gratuitous hand at his torso – and he obliges with a sigh.
God damn.
The gamer nerd, who probably doesn’t see the light of day – his body is way too beautiful for his character arc. You scan his whole chest with your glaring beam, pecs ogling back at you – totally unaware of how Jungkook is doing the same to you – it takes considerable effort for you to rip your eyeballs out and get them to focus back on his face.
You take a large, audible gulp to facilitate speech, “Okay, didn’t know that’s what would greet me – moving on—”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean absolutely nothing, you closeted hottie,” you attempt to close that argument with that sole compliment – after all, you do have a tutoring responsibility – but Jungkook’s singular raised eyebrow makes you wonder if that party is really worth it.
Oh no, you need to make him pass this.
“Let’s move on now, or else you won’t ever move on from college,” you deflate whatever ego-ballooning Jungkook has – his bare shoulders slumping back to his hunched posture – and you internally grin.
Picking up the thick textbook, you flip through to find a new page laced with information. “Name three international hybrid tribunals, and their subject matter.”
“Okay okay, I just did this,” Jungkook starts off with confident, “the Special Tribunal for Lebanon, which is for the the prosecution of the people responsible for the assassination of the Lebanese Prime Minister, Special Court for Sierra Leone—” he pauses to take a deep breath and you watch his chest heave with an intent gaze, “which was for the Sierra Leone civil war, and finally… What was the–uhh– for the Kosovo War… Yes! Yes! Kosovo Specialist Chambers! The Kosovo Liberation army was put on trial,” he ends with a gleeful smile.
“There you gooo! See, you can totally do this,” you give him an encouraging nod, “what do you want me to take off?”
“O-oh, umm, your top?”
“Sure,” setting the book on the table, you slip out of your camisole, shaking your head to send your hair back to their place, “shall we move on?”
But moving on gets tougher when he eyes you like that. The air gets denser within your space, the room feeling too small to escape the tension, and too big to act upon it. You remind yourself multiple times – this chocolate boy isn’t going to be the end of your night – your night ends on Baekhyun’s unspoken promise – but the eclipsing eyes that follow your neon bralette are pushing your brain to reconsider how you write this evening.
“You–uh–you are really hot,” Jungkook’s fumbling words finally reach you.
You chuckle, stifling the urge to egg him on. “Thank you,” is your quiet response, and you both do well to stifle the snowballing tension.
“Okay, now I’m way more motivated to get my answers right,” he exclaims with vigour, and the two of you trudge forward, keeping up this charade of studies.
Many questions down, and you’re at quite the standstill.
Jungkook sits on his chair, not an inch of clothing on his body, stark naked – and you are about to lose your bra.
Apparently he can apply himself real well when there are lewd incentives at the end of the rainbow. You circumvented the inevitable, counting riddance of jewellery and accessories as stripping – but now you’re out of options. Jungkook’s lips – pulled into a tender smirk that isn't racy – don’t threaten to sweep you off your feet – but fuck, they still get to you. Supple, with the slightest hint of moisture making his waterline glisten… you ache to taste them, to run your fingers over them, to drip honey all over them and watch them turn sweeter than ever.
You need to get on Baekhyun’s dick. ASAP.
“Go on, I know that was right!”
Breaking out of your reverie with a demure huff, you smile your way out of your bra, and you can fully hear the deep inhale that your tutee has to take to this new view. With a brazen look of gloating, you cross your arms, letting your eyes and your cleavage do all the teasing – lest your tongue stumbles over the words and lands in his mouth.
“Shi–yo–you’re—” Jungkook’s words falter as well, giving you an extra boost of pride. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn hot – I’m sorry, is this the fifth time I’m saying this?”
You laugh with him. “Yeah, probably. Could use a thesaurus.”
“I don’t think my brain will process anything on it. This keeps coming out because I got practice. Said it about a hundred times in my head.”
With your head thrown back, your whole body jiggles in laughter, filling the room with mirth and joy to replace the leaden lust in the air. You bend forward to flick his forehead, knowing full well that the movement just makes your breasts look more enticing; if that was even a possibility. His cock is stiff as iron, and you can fill a drying lake with your current rate of salivation. Both of you clearly recognize that words are flowing slower than before, movements are more calculated than before, and most importantly, eye contact lasts way too long for either of you to ignore.
“Okay, umm, last question, then I need to be off.” You attempt to bring a close to this increasing strain in your throat, no matter how badly your body wants to delay your departure. “What years did the Hague Conventions take place?”
“I hate these questions,” murmurs Jungkook, “I remember the subject matters of it – it’s not like knowing the exact dates and times will help me avert war.” His pout makes you falter, like there isn’t a fully grown naked man in front of you, like he isn’t testing your limits right now.
“So… No answer?”
Jungkook shakes his hung head, having given up on finding an answer. “What now, I can’t peel my skin or something,” he starts, a very innocent tone for this ambiance.
“Yeah, I mean, I gotta g—”
“And I’m out of jewellery, too, so—”
“Yeah, it’s cool, I’m gonna head out anyw—”
“You wanna tie me up or something?”
Silence.
Too long of a silence.
“I mea—”
“Jeon. Jung. Kook.” Your staccato of words work as a beat, your legs moving in its sync. You bend down for a brief moment to pick up his discarded t-shirt, but the rest of your movement wastes no time in finding a seat on his lap.
His dick presses against your clothed core, imbuing the ache that he currently feels, and goody – you both are in serious pain. And when you lean ahead to gather his hands into a knot on his back, he takes a sharp inhale – your breasts doing everything his dick-led-brain has been wanting for the whole session – pressing against his chest to feel every throb that races through your body.
“You have no filter,” you whisper into his ear, making sure he feels your damp lips move, “do you?”
“N–N–I, me–nngghh,” Jungkook labours through this ordeal, his hips going the extra mile to close the gap between you two.
When you feel his hardness work against your pulsing clit, it only eggs you further, and the rudderless ship of your resolve yaws out of its lane, finding its anchor in the parted lips in your view.
If your surroundings could combust at the spark that you set off with the kiss, you’d be sitting in a castle of embers, licks of flames being innocent bystanders to the heat that your kiss generates. Your fingertips dig into the nape of his neck, and you swallow his groan with an eager tongue. Without a break, the kiss turns feral.
You push into his mouth. He returns in kind – although there’s nothing kind about the way he digs his teeth into your lip. The hiss you attempt to release never makes it out to the world – Jungkook is intent on ending this kiss only when the last breaths in your bodies threaten to leave, carrying along with them your consciousness.
And when that point comes, you part – your head is thrown back, and your hand carded in his hair pulls his back as well. Brisk, shallow breathing is the tune to which you gather your bearings. Your thighs burn for relief, the ache of holding your body in place settling in as the dopamine dies. From your awkward position, you flit an eye towards your partner in crime – and any dopamine that was dying, comes rushing back.
Your hands are still in the lush strands of his hair, and his lidded eyes are bouncing between many areas of view. Your libidinous eyes, your wet lips, your heaving breasts, or the junction of your thighs that give his hardness teasing touches. Maintaining this position, you dig into his cock, your flimsy underwear allowing your arousal to caress against his hot and awaiting length. He groans – it’s animalistic, it’s uninhibited, it’s none of the shy gamer nerd who cowered under the weight of your knowledge. His eyes, fervid, shuttle between all of your exposed skin, finding an anchor, but failing to stop.
“Look at you, is this what you really wanted?” It shocks you how far your voice shakes – what caused it – the kissing, the breathing, or the rock hard cock currently against your throbbing pussy? Who knows.
“I mean… We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want this,” Jungkook bites out an answer with great difficulty, “I—I definitely wan—ungh!”
You just can’t resist. His neck. His clavicles. His bobbing Adam’s apple. His chest. His restrained arms making a tireless effort to feel you. You leech onto his sparkling skin, and drag your tongue in the confines – Jungkook’s words transform into unintelligent warble, just the way you like.
Sliding downward, and acknowledging the slight ‘fuck’ that Jungkook exhales with a smirk, you lodge yourself directly in front of his broad, heaving chest. The position is awkward — a lot of your body weight lays on your hands that balance you on the chair’s seat – but your current view makes any pain go away.
“Could this be the reason,” you land a soft peck in the middle of his chest, “why your grades are like this,” trailing your path with your nose, you move left, “we could have just gotten this over with,” you end the sentence with a swirl of your tongue around his already pebbling nipple.
He hisses a string of unintelligible curses, arching into your ministrations, “Yo–you’d have d–done tha—” His train of thought ends with an audible gasp when you engulf the nipple in your mouth.
“For my tutee,” you release his nipple with a pop and look back up at his eager-to-please-face, cupping a cheek, “anything.”
“Can y—can you get rid of thi–this?” He shakes his bound hands from behind, his shoulder muscles bulging in the movement.
You simply shoot him an innocent look. “But you asked for it, didn’t you?”
“I thought that was the best thing that could happen to me,” Jungkook huffs with a light pout, “right now, I’m regretting it so hard.” As he speaks, you move to trail a soft line of kisses across his chest, reaching his other, neglected nipple. With your eyes locked in with his, you lick around the nub again, enjoying his restrained groans from your vantage.
“You don’t like it? What would you do if you… could touch me?”
“Fuck, I would—I wo—God, I would wrap myself around you… take a big piece of that ass, tear off your fuckin’ underwear… Grab your tits and dig my face into them till it’s time to execute my will—”
You chortle, still busy teasing his chest and making it hard for him to make his words flow. “You don’t need your hands for the last one baby.”
Your skin rumbles against the loud groans of pleasure that come out of Jungkook when you press his face into your chest, and you feel him frantically lick and suck at your skin, tongue lolling at whatever it could catch a taste of.
“Ahh, this is—making me want some very bad things,” you chuckle at the throes of pleasure he is pushing you under, but are surprised at yourself how much your voice quivers as well. Jungkook makes a show of fighting his restraints; you very well know that you don’t have a sailor’s knot guide on you, and the fight he’s putting up is not more than the fight you had been putting up throughout this evening.
“Bad things?” Jungkook’s breathy whisper brings you back to his lips, and you drop back on his lap, grinding yourself just enough to let your wetness cover his twitching length. “You’re my tutor, I–I’m sure you only want the best for me.”
With your show of repress finally curtained, you drop to your knees, arching your back until you’re face-to-face with his member – tip leaking copious amounts of precum, owing to the hours of tension that you put him through. Jungkook’s thighs tighten under your enrapt gaze, and his staccato breathing is music to your ears.
“Well, since I am your tutor,” you preen before you drag your tongue around the base of his dick, “and since I want only the best for you,” you drag your tongue up his muscle in one long stroke, “let me give you the best that I have.”
You wrap your lips around him thinking about how sweet he looks. You draw figures with your tongue thinking about how he's absolutely not your type. You suck more of his length into you thinking about how his moans differ from your average partner. So sweet. So pure. So untainted.
So, so not for you.
Perhaps sweet is what you nee—
“I’m gonna cu—”
The shrill ring of your phone pierces through Jungkook’s uncontained moans as he empties into your mouth recklessly. With your eyes closed, you try your best to savour the crisp, salty taste, letting your tongue cheekily lap at his member until you feel him shudder under your stimulation. Satiated, you get to your feet, looking eye to eye with the doe-eyed monster – who has the gall to look so pure even now, hands tied, balls empty.
“I should… Get that.”
Unsurprisingly, Baekhyun is pissed that you kept his premium cock waiting at your doorstep, and you appease his injured ego while finding your clothes and bearings. Jungkook relieves himself of the ‘restraints’, eyes following your disrobed body as it finds its modesty back, piece by piece.
“Okay… my phone, my book, my jewellery… I think I got everything,” you announce to the small, overheated room. “Jungkook. Good luck, this is the one thing you gotta pass, make sure you reread chapters 8 to 11, don’t blindly mark something because it sounds reasonable because nothing in this world is, make sure you have eno—”
“But! Listen—” His voice, still so sweet, not a hint of demanding assertion in his tone, just plain and beautiful pleading. “Wh–when can we… Umm when can we m–meet again?”
Ugh, your heart.
“Listen, I’m going away on vacation, my exams are over,” with a mildly heavy heart you try to explain to him without rushing, “that’s why this was our last class. And after that, I’ll be moving away. But!” With a spring in your step you open his door to let yourself out. “Keep in touch! Keep texting me, okay?” With your second shoe on, you stand at the stairs leading you out of his apartment, and look at him for one last word.
And you see his beautiful body and almost crumble back into his apartment.
“Yeah… Will do, bye!” He pulls himself together and grants you a bright, guilt-free smile.
So sweet, even when you’re blowing him off. So, so sweet.
But you don’t do sweet. So accepting his goodbye, you run like a deer being chased by the hungriest predator, towards the spice that awaits at your door.
Damned professional attires. Why can’t they look good without having to be tended to every fucking day?
You curse yourself for the cup ramen breakfast that ruined your only good shirt, owing to which you have this stainless but wrinkled shirt on you. It is very out of place, the lush lobby walls making you feel like every crease on you is magnified by a thousand.
It’s obviously not the shirt that is making your stomach gurgle. It is the upcoming meeting that is creating turmoil in your insides, part dread and part excitement.
“He will see you now.”
This guy has a receptionist and an assistant. Why is he so boujee? One look at his office door and you already know – this meeting will not go as per plan.
And when you push the heavy-set mahogany door, and take the man sitting at the baroque desk, silhouette highlighted by the clear night sky behind him – you’re certain this night was made for trouble.
“Ah, look who it is.”
That voice. So different from the last time you spoke. Gone is the tender, dulcet voice of his, gone are his soft, vulnerable eyes, and gone is the benevolent disposition that he carried around with pride.
As he takes a good, slow look at you, assessing you from top to bottom, gleaming with mischievous confidence, you shuffle in discomfort at all this directed display of interest. The million twinkles in eyes have coagulated to turn into a ball of inferno. With that blaze, he drags his eyes all over you, tracing your contours with the pens of his gaze, making you feel nails and needles through your spine. Unabashed. Doesn’t care that you’re waiting to take a seat, doesn’t care about your obvious discomfiture, just holding you at your place like a puppet to his watchful leer. The black-on-black suit fits his body like a dream, and the things you want to do to him are straight out of a nightmare.
“Please, why are you still standing?” His assessment complete, he waves an arm to the plush leather seats at your disposal. “Have a seat.”
Moments of uncomfortable silence pass by you, but only you seem bothered by it. You hate how fidgety you are right now, showing your cards so plainly. But truth be told, you have no cards to show. You’re here for his help, and there’s no game to be played with him.
“You’ve done well for yourself,” you offer, making a general gesture to show his entire office space. You could fit nineteen of your cubicles in here, and still have space to waltz around. Your incessant jumping from one firm to another, attempts at finding footing wherever you land but ultimate dissatisfaction with whatever was presented to you led to a not-so-stellar career, and tonight, to this office.
“Thanks.” He offers nothing more. And his lack of words definitely stings.
How did someone who breezed through law school end up like this?
More importantly, how did someone who was barely passing subjects under you end up in a position of such power?
And most important of them all, how did you end up being at his mercy?
"So tell me,” he begins once again, bursting your bubble of self-detestation, “how can I help you?"
You take a deep, rich breath and start. "I'm assuming you read my email, so I just nee—"
"You're gonna have to pause right there. I didn't." A simple response, with a simple smile, and you simply want to crawl into a hole and never see sunlight ever again. Jungkook doesn’t even try to explain himself out of this – no excuse or reasons given as to why the email remains unread. And as happenstance would have it, you are in no position to ask him why.
"Very well." You tap the file ahead, taking a deep breath and starting again, "This file should have it all. It’s better if you read through it, I might miss details."
Jungkook’s extended, bejewelled hand accepts the file, and leafs through the bundle of papers you’ve prepared for him. But that is not what you’re internalising. You're too busy furtively eyeing his bedecked office, the wooden panels offering a private divide between the office space and a separate seating area. The ritzy furniture establishing the space, the lavish lighting giving more depth to the space, the skyline flaunting its glory above it all – you're fraught with uncontrollable envy.
A call to your name jolts you, moving your eyes to him.
“So do you need me as co-counsel? I hardly think you need the help.”
“Please, don’t patronise me,” you chide him, the repressed irritation showing its face. “I know I’ve not had the best set of years in this field. And I know I fucked up on this one, pardon my French.”
“Well,” he pays no heed to your agitated tone, pushing the file back to you – just enough, so you are forced to get up to reach, “you’re right about that. You fucked up. I can definitely look into this, but I have a heavy workload as it is.” He simply shrugs, a mock-saintly frown on his lips.
What happened to your sugar-cookie boy who would do anything to make you proud?
Who is this man?
“I know, but I’m—” You swallow everything in you that stops the words, “I’m desperate. This meeting was clearly out of desperation. I know you knew what this was about. Why would you accept an appointment this late if you weren’t going to take on the job?”
“Maybe I just wanted to see you. Maybe I was curious what my tutor was doing, after leaving me high and dry that fateful night.”
He says it with such a harmless smile, like he just announced what he had for dinner. If you weren’t shaken yet, you now are.
“If I remember correctly, that was not the case. But for now, I’m asking for your help. That’s how I’m doing.”
“Yeah well,” with a smooth move, he gets out of his charcoal seat, and glides towards the tasteful couches placed on the other end of this palatial office, your heartbeat picking up pace from a gentle jog to a frantic pace, “I think I’m entitled to something in return.”
You follow him to the couch across the room, seating yourself on it – and taking a second to enjoy how comfortable it feels. “I literally swallowed your load that night. If anything, I’m the one entitled to this.”
“I’m sure your boy-toy that night gave you everything you needed, didn’t he?”
Deep breath. He remembers the night very well. Too well.
Did you expect that? No.
Did you want to find out?
Well, why else did you choose his name from a catalogue of high-end lawyers who could have saved your ass in this case?
What’s that saying… Curiosity kills your pus—
“Listen,” you interrupt your own reverie, “you will receive remuneration for your work, my boss is ready to—”
“Nuh–uh,” he tuts, “come on now, we really don’t need to play this cat and mouse game, do we?”
A deep exhale calms your nerves against this burgeoning yet desired situation, and you leave your seat to accept the glass of whiskey he’s offering you. After returning to the couch and gulping the hootch, you meet his accursed, biting gaze. “What can we even wager on like that night? It’s not like I have test questions to ask you anymore,” you throw the ball back into his court, desperately hoping he finds a good enough solution.
“Oh, no, no, no,” he teases you, sliding into the seat – it’s unbearable how good he looks with this confidence. He gets in your space, still holding his undrunk glass of whiskey, peering into your eyes as he makes his proposal. “I think a bit of role reversal will do us good,” he smiles back at you. “Do you good.”
“My definition of good, or yours?”
He smiles at your attempt at feigning confidence. “I don’t think they differ by much.”
In this quietude, the frenetic beating of your heart rings all the way up in your ears. It is a testament to how agog this transformed man leaves you; by the way he speaks, the way he looks, the way he commands your entire being. Words fail you, so you whisper a small ‘yeah’ and nod – you definitely knew where this night was going the moment you called his office, even if your ego strives hard to say otherwise.
“Let’s start simple,” he begins with a slap to his thigh, seating himself comfortably, “where did you go that night?”
What tactic is this? You’re baffled that this man – looking like a Michelin-star-seven-course-meal – cares about that one immaterial night.
Was it really immaterial, though?
Youngling Jungkook was probably offended, you posit to yourself, by the way you left things hanging (pun very much intended).
“How would you know if I lie?”
“I’ll decide that.” His eyes add “and you’ll follow.” No room for discussion is provided.
“Right.” You sip on your refilled glass, clearing your throat before you answer, “I don’t know if you know him, Byun Baekhyun.” You look in his eyes for recognition, but you can’t read anything, anything at all. “I had to meet him.”
“To fuck?”
“Well, yes. Drinks and then that.”
“Okay, I’ll take that.”
And you’ve passed question one – all your clothing fully intact.
“Next question,” his eyes filled with sensual mirth, “was he any good?”
“Oh my God,” you throw your hands up, ready to leave the seat in a show of exasperation, “are you—is this insecurity? After all these years?”
“Well, I’m asking the questions, so I don’t owe you an explanation,” Jungkook leans into the cushions, his confident manner growing with each passing second, “but you might say, I’m curious.”
A moment of silence passes.
“Yes.”
“Ahh…” He tuts at you, inching closer until you feel the microfibres of his coat against you, “Wrong answer.”
Of course it’s the wrong answer.
Byun Baekhyun might have been one of the best fucks of the campus, and you might’ve had a lot of fun with him on erstwhile rendezvouses, but that night wasn’t either of your nights, with him being pissed of at you for making his dick wait, and you having your mind glued on a totally different dick to his. The lie might have been obvious, but the fact that you’re having to accept it right now is making your ears heat up.
You don’t really need to do this.
Oh, but you do.
“Go on,” Jungkook coaxes you with his honey-dripping voice, lidded eyes tormenting you, “you know the rules.”
In the tense air, you take off a bracelet, the fake diamonds leaving a chill on your wrist. After dangling it in his face, you drop it onto the couch seat.
“Good…” Jungkook teases, wondering which deviation of his brain to follow next. “Next. Did you think about me while getting your mediocre pounding from Baekhyun?”
“Oh my God, no!” Your rude tone is extra sharp, like you didn’t even want to entertain the thought that Jungkook would think – Jungkook would know – that that’s what happened.
To this date, you do not remember anything of Baekhyun – your memories of that day have been painted with Jungkook and Jungkook alone.
“Come on now,” his smug visage turns ungodly, eyebrow cocked up, “a white lie. Off,” is all he says.
You bend down to reach for the buckle of your shoe. Owing to Jungkook sitting fairly close, your line of sight is delicious – his taut suit pants defining the thighs that he’s clearly worked for; basically ogling at his thighs and crotch in close proximity. With shaky hands, your shoes finally come off – no thanks to the burst of anticipation flooding your veins.
“Have you ever thought about us on lonely nights?” The closer he moves, with each syllable of utterance, the farther you feel from a sense of control.
“No…” Your words stammer, and you mentally give the point to Jungkook. Looking up, you find him smirking at your shrinking stature.
“Ahh… You make it too easy,” he just chides you, and you start slipping out your rings.You’re well aware that you are the one dragging this out – but the “yes” just does not want to grace your lips.
Maybe because you actually like this game.
Maybe you’re enjoying this end of the show.
And maybe, you finally want to see this game to completion.
“Just so you know,” Jungkook purrs into the shell of your ear, leaving you wondering when he moved so close, “I think about your slick on my cock a lot.”
The desperation in your countenance is so visible, it’s pathetic. You wait in silence for the next question, eager to jump to the finale, but the path to the end is far too enjoyable to skip.
“Do you want to continue where we left off?”
“No.” Your answer is straight, to the point, no embellishments.
Instead, you let your hands do the talking.
In one smooth action, you unzip your skirt and pull it down, without a prompt from the dastard ogling at you. Every move you make, you feel his stare burn into your skin, countering the chilly air filling the room. You sit back with your legs tightly closed – not out of any false sense of modesty, that has never been your strong suit – but the unceasing throbbing of your clit needs temporary relief or else it will jump out and land into his mouth.
The distance between you two has steeply decreased, and you can’t tell who’s at fault anymore. In any case, this proximity is most welcome, as per the anticipatory goosebumps that decorate your skin. Swirling his yet-unfinished drink in his hand, ice cubes clattering against each other, Jungkook takes your exposed legs in that are only barricaded by your pantyhose. It’s not the best material – you’ve been wearing the same one for a week now, displaying many scratches and tears – but Jungkook’s eyes don’t even seem to register it.
But what is with this speed? He is fully intent on making every second of your horny existence miserable. In a desperate attempt to get a fraction of his touch, you bring your leg up – making the move as slow and deliberate as possible – landing it on his thigh. The best begging you can do without actually voicing it out.
Jungkook, however, is a man of many talents – ignoring your direct needs being a prime one. After a light sip, he brings his glass down to your leg, the bottom rim touching under your toe – and you hiss at the ice-cold feeling that spreads across your foot, as the condensate spreads its influence.
“I have so many questions for you…” Jungkook whispers to you, watching you twitch, “but I’m having too much fun right now.”
Just when you begin to ask whether his dictionary reads ‘fun’ differently, he drags his cold glass upward, painfully slow, traversing your foot, then along your shin bone, letting the precipitate draw a path of icy chill on the map of your body. Meeting your eyes to just plant a cheeky wink into your brain, he continues forging ahead – until he can reach mid-thigh. He stops there long enough to hear you hiss – only then do you feel the glass move away.
If you weren’t already panting, you are now. Very audibly so. It is all you can hear in the room, in fact.
That is, of course, until Jungkook assaults all your senses by dragging you awfully close to him, extracting a gasp from you – his grip on your thigh is tighter than the band in your stomach begging for a release, and you relish the feeling.
“Do you, want me,” he says into the miniscule space that’s left between your lips, “to kiss you right now?”
You can’t decide what demands your spotlight; is it his gaze boring holes into your skin, or his lips that are now glistening deliciously?
“No.”
“Hmmn,” Jungkook turns away from you, and you almost rise in alarm – until you register his next actions, “thought so.”
One second to completely sip all of his whiskey. Another second for his lips to land on yours.
Finally.
The fantasies of this night blend into reality, and instead of doing the rational thing – thinking why you ended up like this – you give into the kiss.
Not only does he kiss you hard, like the future of his world depends on it, he also pushes in his undrunk whiskey into your eager mouth. The liquid swirls between the colliding tongues, some leaking out of the corners of your mouth – the rest coating the insides of your cheeks with a lush, rich and robust flavour – flavours that didn’t pop when you drank it from your own damn glass.
You kiss until the whiskey gets drunk – by whom, is a mystery – and before you can tend to the stray drops down your face, Jungkook’s hand grabs your chin to keep you still.
God, your last kiss was nothing like this. The blood buzzing in your ears is thunderous, reacting to the contradiction between the soft, tender kisses exchanged all those years ago, and the jagged, raw conquering of your lips happening right now. Your roughened lips burn under the remnants of alcohol, but it’s nothing compared to the searing you feel when Jungkook lets his tongue languidly glide against your gnawed skin.
“Now, since it was the wrong answer…” He husks, his fingers moving inward, closer and closer until they land just below your collar, “I have no choice but to—”
One mighty sharp tug – and all the buttons of your shirt have popped, flying all around the two of you. His hands, still clutching the buttonless seams of your shirt, harshly pull you back into him. Lips firmly sealed back onto yours, he sends his hand roaming.
“This is what you needed that night, eh?” With one hand back to digging in your jaw, he mouths the words into your cleavage, teeth digging deep into whatever they can grab, “Sweet boys just don’t cut it for you.” He moves up to the nook of your neck, his other hand slotting between your thighs, “For all the attitude you had back then, all you want then is to be treated like a street slut. And you’re still the same. Whores don’t change.”
Rude boys are still your standard, and Jungkook has become just that.
“Ow—fuck, don’t leave mar–marks, man,” you attempt an angrier voice while avoiding his truth bomb – because yes, aren’t you knocked out, over the moon right now? The voice that emanates is feeble, with no brawn to be found.
He too, doesn’t pay you any heed – teeth tugging the flesh in his clamp until he can hear you hiss, then letting it go, letting his tongue soothe the sting.
“You can pretend to hate it,” he sneers at you, his low tone whisper sending shivers like a snowy night, “your lips can lie, but your body? From the moment you walked in, I know your pussy’s been screaming to be filled. Just thank your stars I’m generous, huh?”
You’re drunk. On just two fingers of whiskey? That can’t be it. Definitely, it’s the heady concoction of the alcohol and Jungkook’s very able hands – one of which is enjoying the feel of your perking nipple.
While one hand goes back up to roughly dig into your neck, the confines of your throat feeling the heat of his lust, his other arm wraps holds your back, making sure you don’t lean too back and lose your balance. It’s sweet.
What’s not sweet, however, is how long this is taking.
He pushes you until you’re balancing your head on the armrest, with one knee digging into the cushion beside you, the other firmly planted on the carpeted floor. Within a wink of an eye, he’s moved down – and you feel his tongue play over your bra, teasing your nipples, reminding you of a forgotten (but not really) past – a harsh suckle under your boob releases the trapped moan, but it sounds battered; perfectly showcasing your state of mind.
“How about this,” he whispers, looking up from his actions, “you think I can get you to come without taking anything else off?”
Do you have the mental fortitude to deal with the consequences of your bratty answer?
“No.”
The fingers fiddling with your bra hooks halt – instead, he descends onto your clothed breast, biting over the fabric, fully knowing that your sensitivity was through the roof. You cuss and moan, growing frustration urging for more, but you do not beg.
“Funny how life changes,” he coos, shifting attention from one boob to the other, “today you’re the one tied down. And lucky for you,” with not a hint of weariness in his voice, “I don’t have to be anywhere, anytime soon.”
No ties, no ropes, no chains – hell, not even that overworn, oversized tee of his – and he’s still so right about it. Not a part of you wishes to move away, your pathetic self just wrapped around his agile fingers.
Said fingers now hold your cheeks, squeezing until your quivering lips give an opening – and he drops a ball of spit right over. You lay there, entranced, taking what he has to give, your writhing less prominent now. Anything that falls outside the outline of your lips is gathered by his thumb, massaged over your mouth, then inserted for you to suck to your heart’s content. Which you do.
“You’ve shanghed sho mush,” you speak past his thumb; he definitely doesn’t try to make it easier on you, pushing his digit further inside, putting your tongue through a test of endurance.
“So have you,” is his simple response, dragging his wettened thumb across your cheek.
“Not as much as you, for sure.”
“I don’t think the mouthy bitch years ago would suck spit off of my thumb.”
“You don’t know that.” With his eyes widening ever so slightly, you continue, “But surely, the geek from years ago wouldn’t have spit in my mouth in the first place.”
“You don’t know that either.”
Just when you think you’re done seeing stars with the roof on, Jungkook hooks the band of your bra in his teeth – like the primitive animal that he is – and pulls at it, just to let it snap back at your skin. The unannounced action makes you squeal, even though it didn’t really hurt – he’s got your body so alive, a feather could hurt you if he wielded it.
With the odd, oafish position of yours; one leg on the couch, the other hanging off loose, head balanced precariously on the armrest with your arms dutifully out of his way – you try to get him where you need him, knee nudging his thigh while your hips wriggle under an invisible spell. Finally, he acquiesces, settling down at the couch with your legs unwrapped on either side for his viewing pleasure. His palms squeeze the flesh of your thighs, a small tsk falling off his lips at the touch of your pantyhose.
“Tearing doesn’t count as taking off, right?”
“What?”
You don’t get a response – not in words, atleast. The loud rip that follows is the only answer he graces you with, your worn down pantyhose having its last wear forever. But his easy access only brings you gratitude when two fingers enter the tear in a split second, pushing your underwear inside your sopping core.
“Mmmhh—Fuck!”
Jungkook just laughs at your helpless body writhing beyond control as he explores everything he didn’t have a chance to before. Fingers travelling down, then up, inside, then outside, around and about – everything, only egging you further on.
“After all these years…” Jungkook purrs, not directly to you, eyes only connected to the juncture of your thighs, “you deserve a good fucking. What should I do, huh? Should I make you come, then drop off the face of the earth?” His tongue swipes the length of your crevice, sending shudders down your thighs. “Or should I spend this whole night doing all the things I’ve been meaning to? Cover you in my jizz and parade you across the office? Show everyone what an excellent tutor you were, and your very innovative teaching methods.”
Your brain has no filter when exposed to the horny, and his last words made it do just that – you latch onto whatever words best serve your purpose.
“You–you’ve been meaning… To?”
“Meaning to fuck you against every possible surface of this room,” is what Jungkook says, but with his fingers entering your cunt and exploring about, you don’t register anything. “As a thank you, you know? Meaning to see you fall apart on my fingers, just like this—” He pushes in hard, your pussy throbbing around his digits. “Meaning to cum inside you, over and over again, and have you crawl around this space, dripping everywhere while I sit and watch your sullied body prepare itself to take more.”
Well, the last one is oddly specific. Even more odd is how much more aroused the thought makes you.
“Wow, umm—w–well—” Swallowing the wad of spit accumulating in your throat, you offer, “Since you clearl–ooh, clearly, know how to make me come,” you look him in the eye, tears of desire pooling in the corners of your eyes, “so fucking do it. S–Stop playing around.”
“But with a plaything as sweet as you,” he moves to kiss your clothed pussy, his fingers still playing imaginary music inside your walls, “with a toy as slutty as you,” another kiss, so delicate it hurts you, “hard to not play around.”
Hands unfettered from the mental shackles that Jungkook put on you, you pull him back up to you, lips smushing together once again – your other hand wraps around his wrist, grinding onto whatever surface his palm offers, using him like a glorified sex toy. He grunts hard into you, a vague attempt made at bringing you back under control, but your tongue is beguiling, and he stays under your hold.
Until he isn’t.
“A—w—fuck!”
Jungkook’s sadistic streak continues when he frees his wrist from your clutches, and smacks your clit once, twice, thrice – in quick succession. Your nub would buzz if it could, and a string of expletives release from you when he does it again – this time, with a greater backswing.
With a sharp tug to his still-on blazer, you pull him up. “Fucker,” you sputter, making your first and last request of the night, in a desperate attempt to get the ball rolling, “let me suck your dick.” Your hands already flounder around his crotch, until he pulls them away, back to their previous confinement. In the background, you can hear his belt jingle; but all you can see is his arresting face.
A deep-throated laugh emerges from him, “Wasn’t last time enough?” He coos at your cock-hungry plea, pushing you back down and fiddling with your legs. “Next time, okay?”
“Next ti—uungghh!”
Barely able to complete your showcase of surprise, because this is the way he announces his acceptance – he pushes into your core, without warning, but he receives a warm welcome in the walls of your pussy.
“We have a lot,” he emphasises with a thrust, “a lot of work to do, don’t we?” He pulls out just enough to leave you whining, then pushes back in with a grunt of satisfaction; his moves are calculated enough to leave you wanting while maverick enough to leave your spine tingling. “And a lot of catching up as well.” He hovers over you after positioning you better, both of your bodies lying along the length of the couch, before getting right back into your gushing entrance.
One particular thrust has you arching up, the shock of pleasure stagnating in your body for a hot second, making your head lag and voice wane. Jungkook sheaths himself completely, before slotting his face in the nook of your neck, heavy breaths licking at your heated skin. Not one to miss an opportunity, you take the lobe of his ear between your lips, letting your teeth graze over the skin.
“Mmmh, yes,” he keens, tilting into your touch, “make it hurt, baby.”
Whether it is the words he uttered, or the way his whisper travels down to your cunt, you dig your teeth into the flesh, immediately rewarded with a mouthwatering flurry of cusses stuttered into your neck.
“It’s,” Jungkook pulls out of you in an instant, turning you around by your waist, “not,” he pushes your head back onto the headrest, your cheek bulging as you try to get a look at him, “enough.”
And the way he slams back into you, you feel your soul fight your body to escape. You mewl into the deathly quiet, his dogged jackhammering hurtling you towards your most awaited high of the day – hell, the most awaited all these years. He pistons into you, covering every inch of your skin in a sea of flames. Your orgasm finds you like a river in spate, gushing through its path, fighting boulders in its wake, carving its way through your entire body.
Sounds of the room start feeling like echoes, slapping balls, grunty exhales, a weirdly long cloth rip that does not belong – but your ears are ringing, your mouth is drooling, and your brain is ready to shut down. Being jostled like a muppet feels like home, and you only start waking up when spurts of liquid coat all of your ass, thighs, and slit.
In true asshole fashion, Jungkook tore all of your pantyhose, fabric loosely hanging on the sides, seams split until all of your ass and thighs were open for his pleasure.
In truer asshole fashion, Jungkook left you a mess, cum trickling down your glutes, pooling at the bend of your knee.
And in truest asshole fashion, he is wiping his unsullied fingers clean, without a second thought about your current dishevelled disposition.
Ugh. You love to put yourself in a position you can’t get out of.
How the fuck will you get home? This jerk won’t give you a ride.
Also, none of your bones work.
You lay your head on the armrest, finding feasible ways out of this situation. It's going to be nice riding the bus with dried cum itching your ass. There must be a washroom in this boujee office, of course. You finally gather the strength to raise your head and look for one – but interception comes sharp and swift.
“Already done, huh?” Jungkook’s fingers press into the nape of your neck, pushing you back down, your tendons feeling the pressure of his stronghold.
“I—” You stutter and stumble again, just like the start of the night, “I thought we—”
“Don’t you remember?”
“What?”
“Hmmmn,” he sponges kisses over your clothed back, making his way downward, “stupid girl said I couldn’t make her come without taking anything off.”
Ah.
Stupid girl did say that.
Stupid girl also has her speaking right revoked right now, because Jungkook is collecting the half-dried cum on your ass with his tongue, awakening your dying senses once again. His final move is a start to the next chapter of your night, as he pushes his tongue into your velvet heat, depositing the cum where it belongs.
“Guess we keep playing, huh?”
Thank you for making it to the end! For more of my writing, find my masterlist here. As always, thoughts and feedbacks are greatly appreciated!
Summary: An empty clearing. Quiet, tiny waves. A broken heart, a seething chest, love unbridled. And lurking in the water, him and you.
➵ pairing: Jungkook x female reader
➵ rating: 18+
➵ genre: siren au; angst, smidge of fluff, smuuuuuut; oneshot
➵ warnings: heartache, unrequited love (but not really); flashbacks, coping, lake talk, yearning, impossible love, arranged marriage (oc is married off and can't be with jk), oc is also quite cold, manipulation, siren powers, well...death implied but nothing too hardcore, panic, angstttt, SMUUUUUT, cheating but not on each other, they're both naked basically the entire time; explicit sexual content: oral (f. rec.), teasing, cockwarming, licking, biting, lowkey aggressive touches from both sides, kissing, sex by the lake, harddd sex, dom!jk, big dick!jk obv, manhandling, jk fcks his frustration into her, multiple positions; andddd yes the ending… if there's more, i will add them on drop day.
➵ teaser word count: 2k :O
➵ est. word count: 12-15k
➵ est. release: asap! around mid-june for sure.
➵ a/n: jinshi jk. kinda. as promised, a teaserrr! hope you enjoy <3 also very long day and i'm tired, so if you see any mistakes... it's just an illusion mwah
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Jungkook’s clothes are draped over a low branch of a thick tree, right where the sand ends and low grass begins; every piece of it.
In this tumult, he didn’t think of the intimate sight he’s unintentionally offering to you: exposed skin from head to toe. Such an outcome was rooted in other intentions before. Deliberate.
Only hurts more to think about now.
But he doesn’t care. No, he cannot care. And he genuinely wouldn’t if you weren’t in the exact same state.
His eyes stay glued to the tree trunk, never panning to you. His body, no longer buoyed by the water, suddenly feels unbearably heavy; and by the time his clothes are close enough to grasp, he’s already fallen to his knees. He turns, his back meeting the rough tree.
He’s not concerned with what crawls up his skin or about the splinters the wood might punish him with. He needs to breathe.
The towel underneath offers at least some comfort, and he remembers to drag his shirt over the parts that aren’t yours to look at anymore.
There’s no time or mind for anything more. Your existence at this very clearing makes him want to throw up. He needs to focus on heaving his chest. On pulling in the crisp oxygen that the forest so generously provides.
But you don’t disappear. The illusion stays, still surrounded by a fairy tale mist that dips you in something utterly surreal.
Your form surfaces the way he did, as naked as he is. You’re a blurry figure; his vision trembles like his limbs. The elegance and beauty with which you walk isn’t new to him, but they are taunting him in a manner he has never perceived before.
And once you stand tall above him, looking down soon enough and your chest as calm as his isn’t, he knows he’s doomed.
There’s only so long that he can deny you.
You kneel. Pulling your legs in, you wrap your arms around them tightly; concealing the parts of you he always craved. Even now, a carnal desire grows within, but it is so promptly and swiftly overshadowed by the pain you cause him.
The lack of readiness to stay. The urge to bid him goodbye one more time. The entirely missing fabric covering your skin, adding to your mock.
He sees your willingness to love him one last time and cut him into pieces so clearly. You do not understand what you do to him, how this final meeting severs his heart.
Or maybe you do but cannot find it in you to care.
All that you’re doing might mean something. All of this exists to scramble his mind and hurt him further.
Your intentions have never been simple to decode, so he asks, “Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what?”
You’re right. Doing what, anyway? Why is he so dizzy, so… so out of it? And why does the world, turning too fast up until now, suddenly stop spinning when you put a hand to his chin, lifting his head to… to what?
It’s like you’re examining him.
Then, you whisper, “I… can’t stand him.”
Is that why you’re here? Because he could’ve figured this out himself, effortlessly too. Your face is too close now, nipples barely a hand-width from his chest when he breathes, “I… I know. I always knew.”
“I hate him,” you emphasise, “I hate how he talks to me. How he looks at me. And…” Your eyes wander down, along Jungkook’s body, pupils moving over the shirt and then back to your hand on his chin, “And I despise how he touches me. How he claims me.”
Jungkook will throw up. His chest is on fire.
He can feel the agony growing with every second and every syllable. It’s not that he hasn’t thought about it either. But hearing you say it, confirm it, shatters him.
How he claims me.
“What is he…” Jungkook starts but then stops again. Even if there was something happening behind closed doors that he’d like to resolve, you won’t let him.
That’s always been the entire point. You do not want to fight for this.
“Nothing forceful. But also nothing I didn’t expect,” you say, “I hate how he reminds me what I had.”
Jungkook shakes his head and your finger off in the process. You curl it in, your hand a fist now. He says, “I told you so many times. It’s too late.”
“It’s… it’s not.”
You always say whatever you want so blatantly. No regard for this human heart of his. What are you made of?
Jungkook’s limbs resemble the liquid water when you’re near; he can’t move or avert his gaze, can’t send you off with actual, true conviction in his words. It’s always been like this: him melting into the ground or the sheets or the fabric of his bed; and you stand tall, a brightly lit candle incinerating him.
Yet, he can’t help but let the fury spread in his chest. It’s scorching hot, and your weak, tentative smile fuels it further. Your words and your expressions — none of it help him calm the riot. Instead, his nostrils flare. A scream climbs up his throat.
But he doesn’t yell at you. Not even when you add a whispered, “I’m sorry. But it’s not. I just…”
You don’t finish your sentence and he doesn’t urge you to. He doesn’t want you to. No matter what you say, there’d be nothing but torture ahead. Your Sorrys are a constant, but only half-sincere, and after stomping on a fragile heart, you do not get to apologise anymore.
Jungkook shakes his head again, finally able to look away as if your eyes had his gape trapped before. A tongue darts out to lick his lower lip wet, and you, observing his every subtle touch, place a gentle thumb to the corner of his mouth, ghosting over the plushness before he dodges.
You push yourself up a little, some dirt on your legs. The lower parts that your pulled-in limbs hid so far are on full display again, and Jungkook tries, really, truly tries to not stare. But you’re not having any of it.
You’re not standing to leave. You’re still half-crouching, and soon, too sudden, dragging your left leg over to his right hip, straddling him with nothing between him and you but the thin piece of pathetic clothing.
The gasp he breathes is immediate and unintentional. Even if he tried to push you away now, you’d look through him instantly. His mind wants to fight you, but his body can’t. There are multiple ways he’s always belonged to you, and his body always revealed as much.
And still…
That smile. The pleading eyes. Your damn touch on his neck.
He gulps hard, hands rushing up to your waist. Softly, he tries to shove you off of him, but not really. It’s too much of an easy play for you, having him like this. And when you grip his face, it costs him an amount of energy that he certainly does not possess. Not anymore.
The escape out of your grip is tough, and the word he utters is feeble, “Don’t.”
But you insist. “One more time.” Nothing but whispers, even at such an empty place where nobody listens but the birds, the water and the moon. “I need you one more time.”
He’s lightheaded. Again. His words are mumbled; he thinks that if he was you, he wouldn’t quite believe himself either, “I’m not a puppet. I have… I’ve got real feelings. Unlike you.”
A smidge of pride blooms in him. He didn’t think he’d pull off such a confession, but you seem visibly startled. Somewhat irritated. He could never guess as much if he focused on your eyes only, but the slightly clenched jaw is… telling. New.
“You really think that?” you ask, still patient but… something is off. He doesn’t understand the approaching temper in your voice. You left him. “That I have no real feelings? That’s what you think?”
“I tried to love you,” Jungkook attempts, repeatedly swallowing the dry clump. “To help you see how I loved you and how you loved me. What we could’ve been if you’d let us.”
“Back then… Love wasn’t enough, Jungkook.”
Jungkook smirks. A hollow, sarcastic smirk. His body feels drugged, but he keeps himself upright. Perhaps his emotions have reached a point that exhausts him inside out, and he’s lost the capability to face you anymore. White flag, must be.
He repeats, one eyebrow cocked, “Love wasn’t enough?”
“Mh-mh,” you voice, a slight shake of your head. “Love isn’t stronger than grief, at least. They fulfill different purposes.” He looks up to you; your head is tilted, your lips a gorgeous curve. Prettier when you speak. “We break first and then love harder. We can use that love.”
Use that love…
It took you this long to paraphrase an idea he’d already presented to you over and over again.
A click of his tongue, and he wonders, “You want to use it now that… that we’ve become impossible? What about him?”
“I will find a way.”
“Empty promises.”
“No,” you vow, harsher this time. “Never empty.”
Your grip on his jaw is strong; he’s not used to you grabbing him like this. Your face draws in, and as your upper body leans forward, your lower half moves, too. Grinds on him. Or at least, grazes along just the length that he tried to hide under the shirt.
His fingers dig deeper into your waist. You sigh, and he knows exactly what this means. He can distinguish your breaths, can interpret your sounds. You’re not frustrated anymore, not tired like he is. You are pleased.
Because he’s growing; fuller and harder by the second.
“No,” he tries, “this might end horribly. If you end up… with…” His hands grip your shoulders, but he isn’t really pushing. Not lifting you off of him. “They will kill you and me both.”
Your smile widens, as if you’ve thought it all out; as if you’ve come here with a plan that presumably profits nobody but you. And Jungkook already knows he doesn’t want, doesn’t need to hear it before you say it, “They can’t. Even if… they’ll just think it’s his.”
No. No, no, no.
Have you hiked up all the way to this place to use him as a rebound? All the promises you’re forming right now, are they in vain, to offer some fleeting relief? I will find a way.
You won’t.
“That’s not enough for me,” Jungkook mouths, his words stuck at the back of his tongue, muttered, “it means… you’re not truly trying to call him off. You’ll go back and find an excuse. Not to leave him, but me.”
“I only gave an answer to your statement, Jungkook,” you defend, sugarcoating your words, honey in your voice, “truth is: I’m ready to die for this one moment alone. Aren’t you?”
“No… no—”
“Please. Even if you don’t have it in you to fight anymore…” You lean in further, your nipples touching his chest. You keep grinding. “Just this once. Give me one more night.”
His shirt slides off his lap just a little but not enough; not in the way Jungkook inwardly hopes, just so he can blame the lust multiplying on anything but himself. Despite everything — the anger, the disappointment, the approaching, everlasting pain — he wishes he could feel you better.
Just like you are perceiving the constant twitches below. No hiding it.
And then, you take it a step further, sending a shiver down his spine, cold under his burning skin, “You can do whatever you want with me.”
His chest and stomach stir. His body feels heavy, your touch razorsharp. “What?”
“Whatever you want,” you reiterate, “I want you to. I need you to.”
Your breath shakes as you shift back again, all along the line of his stiffening cock, the shirt moving off more. You can already see the V-line when you glance down, and if you weren’t sitting on your throne the way you are, his entire shaft would jump out beneath the clothing.
It doesn’t. Instead, it stays trapped under you, blue and aching and never reversed to its previous state; even less when you repeat yet again—
“Anything… anything you want.”
The control diminishes; and despite all his attempts, Jungkook snaps.
wow, it's been aaaages since i posted a teaser. :') i was originally just going to release the fic directly, but i miss posting around here... and i wanted/needed some motivation as well. sorry the teaser got so long but there was no way to shorten it and i'm also too exhausted today to tweak stuff fksjakfjkd
another fun fact: i was actually pondering whether to post this teaser or for Saltstream (yoongi x reader x jungkook love triangle series) and went with Ashore since it's closer to posting. but if y'all would enjoy a tiny saltstream preview, let me know <3
Viewing Pleasure
Ship: Enemies to Lovers | Camboy!Jungkook x Reader
Description:
“I could always tell the others, you know,” you bluffed, unable to sound anything other than unsure of yourself. “I could let everyone know that Jeon Jungkook jerks off for strangers on the Internet.”
“Oh yeah?” Jungkook gripped your wrists tighter, keeping them glued to the wall. He leaned in closer, tip of his nose brushing yours now, eyes daring you to look away. You sucked in a breath at his proximity, like you were prey that had fallen into a predator’s trap. “And I could tell everyone that you were one of them. That you watched every single one of my videos and came to my voice like a good girl—“
Warnings: Mean Dom!Jungkook, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Filmed during sex, Creampie, Jungkook cums a lot, threats of blackmail, Pussy Slapping, Masturbation, Oral, Use of Sex-Toys, Breeding Kink, Cum-Play, RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF CUM I am being serious, Jungkook doesn’t have tattoos in this, Jungkook is both hung and wet, degradation/humiliation my specialty, Fingering, Weed, Ass-Play, Rimming (f. receiving), Spit, Praise, #GOONNATION
Word Count: 21.8k
A/N: Enhypen version with Sunghoon can be found on @m-hypen as Your Eyes Only!
Jungkook always had a talent for worming himself into your brain without even trying. He was a no good parasite to your psyche, bringing himself to the forefront of your mind day after day, like the inconsiderate asshole he is.
You never could stand him, not understanding why Namjoon thought he'd be a good addition to the friend group. Sure, he obviously got along with Namjoon well, and Taehyung. But those two got along with anything that breathed, they were easy going like that. What surprised you was that Momo and Nayeon seemed to actually like him too, fond of him, not even indifferent the way you had hoped. You were the only one who didn't seem smitten by him, so clearly you were the problem.
But you weren't.
Jungkook may be charming, welcoming, maybe even a little handsome, but you weren't going to fall for his tricks. No, you were immune to his spell, refusing to fall for the facade he put up. It wasn't that he had done something in particular to set you off at first, some catalyst that sent you both over the edge towards a general disdain. Hell, part of you was admittedly a little curious about him when Namjoon first introduced him.
But there was something about him that made you not trust him, like he was hiding something.
He was always the first to leave the function, heading out way earlier than everybody else. Good luck trying to get him to go out on a Friday night, he always said he was "busy". You guys would have to twist his arm behind his back to convince him to go out for even an hour.
"Maybe he has a girlfriend," Momo suggested when you first brought it up.
"Really? With how I hear him and the other guys talking about sex and such, I wouldn't think so. I mean wouldn't that have come up in conversation by now?" Nayeon questioned.
"Maybe he wants to keep her a secret. With a face like that I'm sure he's got options." Momo thought about it for a moment. "I at least doubt he's completely single, looking like that."
Ah, so that's the kind of man Jeon Jungkook was. You could definitely see it. Every time the others were able to snag him for drinks or some event, he never failed to have at least one girl approach him that night. Sure, Taehyung and Namjoon were immensely attractive as well, but there was always something about Jungkook. He had this inexplicable way of drawing people in, making them want to know more. Whereas others were intrigued by his air of mystery, you were perturbed.
At least, you tried to be. Admittedly you were always paying attention to him, aware of his presence in a room, tuned in when you heard his voice, watching when no one else was.
You noticed more things to dislike, things that others would easily dismiss.
He always had to have the picture retaken a million times if he didn't look good in it by his standards, which is ridiculous, because he looks good all the time. He'll slow you guys down when you passed by something reflective, like a mirror or window, just to fix his hair. He'd do the same to stop and take a photo of something, not even alerting anyone until you noticed a few yards ahead. You later found out he was a photography major, which you supposed made sense, given all the fancy cameras he had despite the fact he was just a college student.
In fact, he always seemed to have really, really nice things. Stuff that no one else your age could afford. A wide variety of cameras that took photos in better quality than your eyesight, Tiffany rings he sported that emphasized how long his fingers were, a Louis Vuitton backpack you were sure cost upward of a thousand dollars. You supposed he must come from a wealthy family, but Namjoon told you his parents were high school teachers.
The more you found out about Jungkook the less made sense. He was an anomaly, a conundrum that drove you insane every time you were near.
You must've been too obvious with your distaste, however, as it even caught Jungkook’s attention.
"You don't really like me, do you?"
You had stepped out during dinner to take a breather, hitting Momo’s THC pen as you took in the quiet. You were having a bit of sensory overload in there, one of the nearby tables having a group of rambunctious kids running around, their parents refusing to actually parent. The food you had been given was wrong and you tried to eat it anyway, just to avoid embarrassing the waiter, but it was a bit too spicy for your palate. The real kicker, however, was that you happened to be sitting next to Jungkook, and suddenly everything else was inconsequential.
He was what was overwhelming.
You could smell his cologne, the scent so alluring you wanted to press your nose against his hoodie to get a better whiff. His profile was perfect in your periphery, but you couldn't risk turning your head to blatantly admire it. The way his fingers wrapped around the utensils, the small clink of his rings against the silverware, like he was daring you to look at his hands— it was tempting you to sin.
All you could do was sit quietly while everyone else participated in lively conversation, ignorant to your dilemma. You tried to breathe in and focus on the sound of the kids squawking a few feet away, but you only manage to breathe in more of his perfume.
You hadn't spoken a word to him, or even looked at him this entire dinner, and already it was too much.
You turned to Momo, nudging her arm. "I need to step outside for a second. Can I hit your pen?"
She nodded, handing it to you from her purse without a thought as you slipped out of the restaurant. You took a few hits, watching the smoke blow out, wondering if it looked that way mainly because of the pen or how cold it was outside. The faint heaviness beginning to form in the back of your eyes brought you some sense of comfort. You hated the cold, shoving your free hand in your pocket, but it was preferable to what was inside.
You thought you had gotten reprieve from the situation at hand; that is, until the situation followed after you.
Which brought you to now.
You stared at Jungkook, almost in disbelief. It wasn't like he had really made much of an effort with you, either. You've never had a real conversation with him, not once. You can't recall him really making any attempts, or you dismissing it. You just assumed he didn't think you were really worth the time, perhaps the least interesting friend in the group. Not that you'd consider him your friend by any means.
Why did he follow you out here?
You take in a deep inhale with the pen, feeling the smoke fill your lungs before blowing it out. "What gives you that impression?"
"We've been sitting next to each other for an hour now and you haven't even looked at me."
You probably would've looked if he were somewhere more convenient, like at the end of the table or right across from you. It felt too obvious to do so when he was directly to your left. You shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant about the fact he had come outside with you just for this conversation. "I was occupied."
"How? You've barely talked the entire dinner." Clearly Jungkook wasn't going to let you get off that easy.
"What about you? It's not like you were making an attempt to chat me up," you pointed out. "You never have."
"Did you want me to?"
You blinked at him, now able to take in how he looked. He was wearing his usual oversized hoodie and jeans, hood draping over his head right above his bangs. His flushed cheeks seemed to be tinged with pink from the cold already. His eyes seemed so dark, almost intense. Perhaps you never noticed because it was never directed at you.
"Why would I?" You're filibustering your bravado now, mind scrambling to make sense of the situation.
"I don't know. We're in the same friend group. We should be friends."
Funny. You didn't think he actually cared about stuff like that.
"We aren't friends," you pointed out.
"We aren't," Jungkook agreed. There's a pause. "Why aren't we?"
"I don't know. You never really tried to get to know me, I figured you didn't care."
"You didn't seem like you wanted me to. You put me at much more of a distance than you do the others," he countered.
"I've known them longer." You tapped your fingers against the pen, suddenly feeling a bit anxious. Why did you feel the need to explain yourself to him? Should you have at least given him a chance? Why didn't you? Because you were afraid of him seeing right through you? Were you just afraid of rejection?
"So you were like this with them when you first met them?" Jungkook questioned.
Shit. "No..." you admitted.
"Then what's the deal?"
"I..." Your mouth opened and closed, searching for some answer.
"Well?" Jungkook said sharply with widened his eyes, agitated by your lack of words.
"I just..." You sucked in a breath, bolstering. "I don't trust you, I guess."
Jungkook seemed genuinely taken aback by your words. He blinked at you, furrowing his thick brows, flabbergasted. "Excuse me?"
Finally he was the one caught off guard. You felt a strange rush of pride at the new sensation. The moment you saw the look on his face you couldn't get enough, all of his incredulous disbelief solely aimed at you. "I mean, yeah. You're practically just a stranger to me who was shoved into my life. It's not like you really seem all that committed, either. I mean, you barely respond to the group chat, you always leave early, Namjoon has to practically threaten your life for you to go out." You looked him in the eye, face unreadable. "Why are you here?"
His lashes fluttered as he took in your assessment, the gobsmacked expression he wore morphing into something darker.
"Fuck you," he hissed.
"Excuse you?" You blanch at his vulgarity.
"Yeah, because I've done absolutely nothing to you, and you apparently had this whole judgement already made without even getting to know me," he huffed. "You make all of these assumptions, say you don't trust me, and act like it's my fault. You never made any effort to get to know me, but apparently you do just from, what, observing me?"
"I've seen enough." You crossed your arms, "Everything I just pointed out was true."
"What? You've been watching my every move, princess?"
Your nose wrinkled in disgust, Jungkook digging under your skin with the sudden, demeaning title. "Don't call me that."
"No?" Jungkook smiled, his fang-like teeth almost blinding you. It was the first time you’d seen him do that to you, but for some reason all you feel is ice. "It's fitting though. Prissy princess who judges people without even trying to get to know them."
The audacity of the man. You were about to sound belligerent if he kept pushing.
"Since when did you care? You've never even tried with me. Like you even give a shit."
"I tried when I followed you out here. Turns out you're just getting high because you can't stand to sit next to me." Jungkook’s eyes darted to Nayeon’s pen in your hand. He didn't seem to be a stoner the way the rest of the group was, always passing the bowl along as your group got high in Joon’s "freak shack". It was just a shed where he kept his motorcycle and some lawn chairs, but it's where you guys typically hung out if you weren't out on the town. You were starting to suspect Jungkook had a general disdain for THC, with you now joining the list of dislikes.
"You're right." You took a big hit of the pen, sucking in harshly and holding it in, just to piss him off further. Smoke tendrils curled around your lips. "I can't fucking stand you."
Jungkook scowled, waving his hand in the air to dissipate the smoke, glaring at you hard. "Feeling's mutual."
You couldn’t help but smirk a bit at that, and it felt like something clicked into place. Maybe this was inevitable, since the very first moment you saw him. Perhaps it was fate. You two never had a chance at getting along, and now you didn't have to pretend any more. You shoved the pen into your purse, turning away from him. "I'm going inside."
Jungkook didn't say anything after that, just following you inside as you both took your seats. You turn to your right, completely away from him, like if he was out of your line of vision he'd cease to exist. You're more animated in your conversation with Nayeon now, almost to make a point. You weren't the problem, he was.
You were unsure if the rest can sense the icy tension between you two, but if they did, they didn’t bring it up. You spent the rest of the dinner talking to everyone but Jungkook, pointedly ignoring him despite the fact he was right next to you.
Maybe you were a little prissy.
—
You had assumed that you and Jungkook would go back to being indifferent towards each other after that conversation.
Boy, were you were wrong.
Now, you two seemed to have formed some sort of relationship, and an unhealthy one at that.
You walked into Namjoon’s freak-shack, having hitched a ride with Momo to get here. The group was sitting in a circle, some in lawn chairs, some in beanbags, others on the floor, right next to the heater. Taehyung was taking a huge rip from the bong, hacking his lungs out as soon as he pops off the top of the tube.
Jungkook was the first to notice your arrival, eyes sliding to you. He looked ridiculously good, spreading his legs from where he sat in Namjoon’s shitty chair, arms crossed. It made you infuriated.
"The princess is here," Jungkook said, not even greeting you directly.
You scowled, stomping in, Momo trailing behind shortly after. Namjoon smiled at you both, slapping Taehyung’s back repeatedly as he tried to recover. "Dude! You guys are going to lose your mind when you try out this strain! My plug really hooked us up," he boasted.
"That's some good shit right there," Taehyung coughed, voice somewhere between a wheeze and a rasp.
You reached for the bong, completely skipping over Jungkook.
Jungkook raised a brow. "Aren't you considerate."
You rolled your eyes, "Like you were going to take a hit anyways."
"Maybe I was," he argued.
"Oh yeah? Come here, take it from me then. See what happens."
Nayeon groaned, shaking her head. "Can you guys not fight right now? You're ruining my buzz."
Ever since that conversation, your interactions with Jungkook were always negative. He was always picking a fight with you now, calling you that nickname he knew drove you crazy, always making some snide comment. You didn’t remember him being this talkative before. You almost missed the days of you two being practically silent around one another.
And yet... there was some strange thrill that came out of arguing with him. It was like a dance, a battle, some back and forth where one would win, but it was never truly over. Sometimes you looked forward to the hangouts just because you knew this was coming. Sure, you couldn't stand Jungkook but... Maybe you just needed to let off steam, and it was easier when you didn't care about the other's feelings.
Jungkook never held back from your sharp tongue, delivering his own blows as well. Hell, sometimes he'd find you alone just to make some snide remark.
"Just like you to assume, huh?"
"What, not good enough for you, princess?"
"I guess that's your call to make, since you know everything and all that."
At first you didn't know what to do with all of the attention Jungkook was now giving you, but there was something addictive about it. Sure, it wasn't positive attention, but it was attention, and it was from him. For some reason it made a world of difference, like in some sick, twisted way you were special, because as far as you were aware, you were the only person he treated like that.
The others might've been annoyed with your constant bickering, but you knew you and Jungkook saw it differently. It was like your way of getting along, the constant jabs leading to... you didn't know what. You wouldn't be surprised if you and Jungkook got in a physical altercation one day, so maybe that. You'd probably be the one to throw in the first punch, anyway.
—
"He's absolutely infuriating! He thinks he's soooo princely, with the quiet, goody two shoes act," you huffed, digging the strap of your bag deeper into your shoulder. "It doesn't help that he's freakishly hot, either. Bastard was never told no in his life, and now all of us have to suffer the consequences."
Here you were again, complaining about Jungkook to your best gal pals. God, they must be sick of hearing about this. Still, you had a pretty good reason for being pissed this time. Mainly that Jungkook happened to run into his friend at your favorite coffee shop, said friend being the man who stood in front of you in line. Charming Jungkook had managed to cut ahead of you to join him, turning back once to give you a cocky grin that confirmed this was absolutely a slight against you.
"You know, you're more alike than you'd think. You're both stubborn, hot heads—" Nayeon began.
"Not good qualities to share," you reminded.
"Both of you enjoy that disgusting Cheerwine soda, are on weird sides of TikTok, and somehow find a way to be cold in 70 degree weather, " Momo interjected. "And you collect physical media!"
"Woo, capitalism?" you fake cheered. "Not my point. He's too infuriating to even think of that way."
"I think you're just too pent up lately. Stressed. You should probably get laid," Momo laughed. "It's been a while for you. I know I wouldn't have lasted as long as you have. I'd be feeling like I could explode any minute."
"Trust me! Accurate assessment. The problem is I haven't met anyone I want to fuck," you sighed.
"You admitted Jungkook was attractive," Nayeon pointed out.
"Yeah, I mean sure, he is. I'd probably fuck him if I didn't know him." You rolled your eyes. As much as you couldn’t stand his guts, you had reckoned that the very first thing you thought when you saw him was lustful. lustful, like, if Jungkook ever found out today you thought it, he’d get a restraining order. "Very unfortunately for me, I do know him. And I also know that I can never even entertain the idea of letting that two eyed cretin get the better of me."
"I suggest you just wack off in the mean time," Momo shrugged. "I know my right hand has done more for me than any man ever has."
"Same," Nayeon agreed.
"Trust me ladies, I've got gooning down to a science. Lately though nothing's hitting the spot." It was incredibly common for the three of you guys to be way too comfortable with each other. Oftentimes you guys were providing TMI on your hookups, sending each other twitter links, sharing kinks, or straight up watching porn together just to give commentary. They were more than familiar with your masturbation-addiction, given the fact that you hadn't been touched by another in literal years.
"I thought those audios you found were helping?" Momo inquired.
"Yeah, but there's only one creator I like, and he's been on hiatus lately. I've got all of the materials he's released so far memorized at this point." You shook your head. "I need to find a new field to discover."
"What've you covered so far?"
"The basics. Pornhub, twitter, manga, hentai, audios, Reddit, GIFs, Rule34, tumblr, AO3, pretty much any fanfiction site actually." You counted out the different websites with your fingers, emphasizing your efforts. "I probably have a problem at this point, actually."
"Have you ever tried like, live stuff?" Nayeon questioned.
"What do you mean?"
"Like people who film themselves in real time getting fucked or jacking off. Cam-people," she clarified.
"You mean like OnlyFans?" You pursed your lips. "I see the bots all the time under posts on Twitter. They've never really intrigued me. I’d feel little pathetic with the idea of paying for porn when there's so much of it that's free on the internet."
"Some of it’s free. Frankly most of it unless you get into someone specific. There’s camming websites too. I go to one particular site, it's pretty niche. It's none of that corny, bad acting, fluorescent lighting, bullshit. Granted, I'm mainly looking for the girl ones, but I know there's a guys section as well." Nayeon shimmied her shoulders for encouragement. "Who knows? Might fix the lone-rut you’re in, at least, until you fix your actual rut."
"Fuck it, send me the link," you shrugged. "It can't hurt to try."
—
You scrolled through the website Nayeon had shown you with little preamble, the array of cock and pussy on your screen barely disconcerting. You looked at so much porn nowadays that you were quite literally desensitized. It was hard to find anything that particularly peaked your interest, the flesh tones in each individual box blurring together as you rolled the wheel on your mouse on and on into the abyss.
Finding no luck through the explore page, you head over to the Top Trending section; perhaps what was currently most popular would give you some idea where to start.
Watching people jerk off never had much appeal to you. How much could a person do on their own, anyways? Part of what was typically so exciting about porn was seeing two or more people come together, seeing their desires mix and fight with the others, almost in battle.
But hey, maybe there was something you were missing. There had to be a reason this particular field was so popular.
You go to the top videos on the camboy section of the website, eyes barely registering the tan, muscled figure in the thumbnail. Your eyes briefly skim over the username and attached description. Goldenboy. I like it messy. Nice hook. That was enough for you. Clicking on the top trending video without much fanfare, and instantly it's like the wind had been knocked out of you.
It wasn't because of the toned abs and big dick, which you had come to expect already. It wasn't even the pretty lips and sharp jawline that hovered at the top of the screen, perfectly parted and letting out drawn out, breathy moans.
No, it was because of how wet the cock on your screen was, standing tall, pre-cum oozing from the tip and down over delicate fingers, trickling along his balls to pool into the seat of his gaming chair, lone drops spilling from the edge. The camboy jerking off on your computer was so obscenely wet, the sounds of his hand playing with his cock filling your headphones. He wouldn't even need lube, you suspected, probably ready to go always if this is how wet he already was. It looked like he had cum all over himself already, and he was still hard, cock twitching in his hand as it slammed down to his balls repeatedly, spreading the mess everywhere.
Goldenboy moaned, a long, drawn out sound that made your toes automatically curl.
"Fuck, baby..." The deep bass of his voice itched a sweet spot in your brain, making you fully tune in to him. "Gonna make me cum so hard..."
You shifted in your seat, rubbing your thighs together as you watched him lean over, spitting on his cock with a thick wad that dangled from his lips for a moment, hovering over the head before dripping all the way down.
He smiled, a small smirk caught on screen as he smeared his spit along with the cum, making his lap even messier.
"Think a slut like you deserves it?"
You found your mouth automatically watering, drool pooling inside as you imagined running your tongue up from the man's balls to his tip, collecting his cum as you go until you had enough to swallow and do it all over again. You knew instantly that if you ever had the chance to get with a guy like him, you wouldn’t waste the opportunity.
You clicked on Goldenboy’s profile and looked at what else he had. A plethora of old videos appeared, but each slightly grey and with a lock symbol on the thumbnail. The time stamps on the videos taunted you, some quick enough for an addicting loop, some long enough for you to edge along with him.
Subscribe for access to Goldenboy’s additional content.
Your eyes slid between the profile picture and the different thumbnails, and you bit your lip at the realization.
"Shit."
—
Some might think it's silly to pay $10 a month to jerk off, but clearly they hadn't been introduced to the wonderful world of Goldenboy the way you were.
Oh, how little they know.
Quickly the cam-site had become your favorite streaming service, the link automatically filling into the search engine when you began to type the first few letters.
Goldenboy was addicting , to say the least.
He had variety. Different themes or costumes he would wear for special occasions. The rings he used the decorate the hands he fucked his cock with, the string of curses he let out every time he came, the dirty words he said to his followers. The man was a treat in every facet of the word. He had an aura permeable even through the screen, and even though you couldn't see his face you knew he was attractive. He had that cocky, smug attitude of someone who knew they were hot.
He was definitely just as big as he appeared. It was harder to garner the size in comparison to his hand, needing two wrapped around to cover the entirety of the shaft alone. On one stream he was requested to compare it to something, and your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets as he held it next to Dasani water bottle.
He smirked, watching the chat come to life, losing their minds at his gargantuan size. Commenting about how good he'd make it hurt, how deep he could go, how full they'd feel.
"Aw, don't be like that. I'd make it fit, don't worry," he assured, his voice sweet in a mocking way. "I'll make you take it."
Sometimes, for the first few minutes of the streams, when viewers were entering the chat and buzzing with their comments, he'd tilt his head and smile. Like something someone said really amused him, and somehow he was able to make someone feel special from who knows how far away.
"That's cute baby. Real cute." He let out an ominous chuckle, one that said you didn't even know what was coming. "Want me to show you how cute I find it?"
He knew how to switch up the vibes, drive people crazy with his teasing. He could edge himself for the entire hour, until his cock was a pathetic, dripping mess, flushed red and aching to cum, just like the rest of you were. Still, he'd refuse to finish himself off yet, wanting to push everyone else to the brink with him only until he allowed it.
"Impatient little sluts," he hissed, squeezing his balls, neglecting his cock as it dangled in the air untouched. "You're not in control. I am. You sit there and edge like a good girl until I say, that's how this works."
Other times he'd waste no pretense, mean from the get go, spewing filth as his followers went wild in the chat.
"No," he spat, a sneer on his lips as fisted his cock, using a pocket pussy a viewer had purchased from his wishlist, finally breaking it in. "I wouldn't give you it. Just another brat who needs to learn her lesson, I bet. I'd slap your cunt raw and cum on it after for good measure. I wouldn't even fuck you."
You've begun commenting as well, joining the influx of subscribers vying for his attention, many of your additions being lost in a sea of desperation. You were just another faceless user, starving for another stranger on the screen.
There was one time you were able to catch his eye, though.
prettyprissy02: wonder if that big cock's actually good for something
You had commented at the perfect time, right when there was a slight lull in the chat.
Goldenboy mouthed along to your words, reading it, a breathless smile on his face at your audacity.
"Good for something, huh?" He shook his head as if in disbelief. "Real brat we have in the chat, huh? I can think of something it'd be useful for."
He licked his lips, another bead of pre-cum sliding down and over his hand, taunting you.
Your hands flew to the keyboard, heart racing at having him reply to your comment.
prettyprissy02: yeah? like what
He hummed, as though he were deep in thought. He tilted his head to the side, his voice a sweet caress. "Shutting that whore mouth."
His words rang in your ears, and you swore you never came as hard in your life as you did that night.
Safe to say, you were perhaps a bit more calm now with the help of Goldenboy. He had so many videos, endless content for you to spend nights obsessing over. You practically had the sound of his moans etched into your brain, and you now had something to look forward to every Friday night, when his weekly shows were. The amount of orgasms the man had helped you through by now was almost enough for you to entirely forget what anger brought you to him in the first place.
Almost.
—
You had begged Momo and Nayeon to leave you be and skip out on the group's Saturday game night. As much as you're typically jumping to beat everyone in a round of Catan off of 3 glasses of wine, you admitted to them you'd much rather goon at home and get your daily does of 5 nuts.
Unfortunately, your friends didn't see that as a good enough excuse.
Normally you were especially excited about game nights, always looking forward to rubbing your victory in Jungkook’s face. Tonight, however, your mind was focused on the thought of rubbing something else in Goldenboy’s face, and your lack of concentration showed in your performance.
While Tae and Momo played a round of MarioCart on Joon’s only Wii controls, the rest of you played Catan, your favorite board game on a usual night.
It seemed, however, that the familiar hexagons would do little to distract you from the constant need you felt nowadays. Your strategy was unpolished, your moves predictable. Today the dice weren't on your side, and every time your mind drifted to a certain camboy you took a sip of wine, which ended up resulting in you getting more fucked up than intended. And horny, super-shockingly enough.
Jungkook had even managed to take you off your game, today, managing to beat you in a round of Catan despite the fact you had been the reigning champion. Usually you could strategize against him with ease, with your petty moves of cutting off his routes and stealing his resources. Today, though, you were off the ball, mind too preoccupied with the thought of a wet cock and the wine in your system only encouraging it.
The anger that you felt after you lost, being the sore loser that you are, only ignited your frustration further.
Jungkook was so smug about it, too, no doubt soaking in the feeling of revenge, every time you gloated about beating him now coming to the forefront. "Not in it today, princess?" He teased, watching you quietly stew in rage. "Clearly your mind must be somewhere else for you to play this terribly. You must be losing your touch."
You felt your blood boiling at his words, mainly because he was right. You had spent so long with your turns today, too, your mind drifting to Goldenboy and what he was doing right now, clips of his videos running in your mind like a movie.
"Shut up, Jeon. You got lucky once, big deal. Doesn't change the fact I beat you every other time," you scowled, quickly grabbing your pieces to pack the game away, flicking one of his houses back to him.
"Sore loser," he taunted, pesky grin on his face.
That required you to down another glass to wipe the disgusting image from your head.
You later stumbled into the kitchen, instinctively opening up the app (because yes, you were so down bad you decided to download an app to a porn site) and open Goldenboy’s page.
You don't see any new videos, and the thumbnail from last night's stream glares at you with familiarity. All you see is a new community note.
It's a picture of his veiny hand over the bulge in his jeans, the tan skin contrasting nicely with the denim, his grip teasing and firm. The picture was taken too closely for you to see anything in the background, forced to focus only on his long fingers and tight fabric. The caption was enough to make your mouth water.
Want a taste?
You groaned, refilling your empty glass with another round of Chardonnay. You have only two things on your mind right now: your hatred for Jungkook, and your lust for Goldenboy. Unfortunately the white wine in your system only makes you more vulnerable to your inhibitions.
You heard a noise from the pantry, the shadow inside dancing with the light, and in your drunken stupor you swung the door open.
Jungkook stared at you, wide-eyed, shocked. You didn't even think to ask what he was doing inside of a closed pantry, instead scowling at him and marching over.
"You!" You pointed your finger at him, crowding into his space until his back was pressed against the shelves, and you were slamming the door behind you.
Jungkook seemed equally bewildered that you trapped him in a pantry, his eyes giving a faux innocent look that would've made a more naive you swoon. He didn’t seem that drunk, at least, not as drunk as you.
"What's your deal, huh?" You pressed your manicured finger to his chest, as though trying to push him further back when there was no space for him to go. "You just get under my skin and walk away, over and over again."
"I do," Jungkook admitted.
Your brows furrowed, eyes narrowing at him as you pressed your hand against him, trying to steady yourself. "Why? Do you just like riling me up, is that it?"
"Please, don't act like you're so innocent." Jungkook’s long fingers wrapped around your wrist, securing your hand against his chest as he glared back at you, yanking you closer. His large hand completely dwarfed yours, reminding you of who was bigger, stronger, just how much smaller you were in comparison. Whereas you looked more flushed after drinking, he just looked brighter, his face glowing like moonlight inches away from yours. You knew he had to be somewhat drunk as well, having watched these same fingers curl around the stem of a wine glass repeatedly throughout the night, his Adam's apple bobbing along the column of his throat as he drank, mocking you. It kept reminding you of Goldenboy, and how the muscles in his neck moved as he gulped down the saliva pooling in his mouth when he started to reach the edge, sometimes failing to swallow enough and allowing the drool to slip down the corner of his lips, begging for someone to lick it up. "You're just as guilty as me."
"And how is that, huh?" Your hand curled into his hoodie. You briefly wondered what he looked like beneath clothes. Would he have the same broad shoulders, toned abs, and rock hard, perfect biceps that Goldenboy did? He usually dressed in hoodies and sweats, letting them swallow his taller frame. You've never even seen him shirtless, the goddamn vampire always stepping out in a swim shirt on pool days to protect his ivory skin. Your gaze couldn't help but rake down his form, taking in the oversized hoodie and the denim jeans that reminded you of the photo you just saw.
"You enjoy pissing me off, too. Don't deny it." He leaned in a bit closer, as though to say he weren't intimidated by you trapping him in here. "You wouldn't be in here picking a fight if you didn't like it."
Your mind spun from both the alcohol and the accusation, and you didn’t want to confront the feeling bubbling in your gut either way.
"I think you're just projecting. You want attention from be so bad, you don't care how you get it," you shot back.
"Me?" he questioned incredulously, brows raised. "Wanting attention from you? When you were the one who followed me in here? You just can't leave me alone, can you? I'm always in that pretty head of yours, huh?” He tilted his head, patronizingly, like you were something to be pitied. “I don't even have to try, you're just that easy."
"Eat shit." The words sounded half-assed even to you.
"You know what I think?" Jungkook asked, inching closer, making you feel crowded even though you were the one who cornered him in the first place.
"Fun fact: I don't care to," you snarled, crossing your arms.
Jungkook didn't listen, though. He continued as if your defensiveness was meaningless.
"I think you act like a brat because you're just fucking needy. You want someone to touch you so bad you don't even know how to act anymore." His eyes burned into yours as he said it, words low to let them sink into your skin and read you for filth.
Your mouth went dry, and suddenly you're at a loss. Jungkook’s gaze grazed over your face, so heavy you could almost physically feel when it dragged over your lips.
"Why the fuck are you even in a pantry?" You attempted to switch subjects, gain footing, as though finally registering the spices to your right and ramen packets to your left.
"Wanted to be alone for a second, and Joon’s hogging the bathroom," Jungkook excused quickly, his words easy. "The real question is, why are you in here with me?"
You opened your mouth to answer, his question rendering you silent. He looked at you, waiting on a response, that infuriating smirk gracing his lips again as he realizes you're scrambling for a response.
The alcohol was making your thoughts all fuzzy, and you curled your fist tighter around the collar of his hoodie, gripping onto him.
"Oh? No snarky remark?" Jungkook chuckled, finger lightly tapping against your hand from where it was still wrapped around your wrist. "That's not like you."
"Shut up," you gritted, trying to press him further against the shelves. He was too strong though, pushing against you, leaning in despite your grip on his clothes.
"Were you that desperate to be alone with me, that it?"
The question made you freeze, stunned by his words. You weren’t even able to give a proper response before the pantry door was suddenly yanked open, and the two of you were forced to look at a very confused Namjoon.
He blinked at the two of you, processing the scene, Jungkook’s back pressed against his soup cans and your hand curled into a fist at the base of his throat. Both of you stared at him with wide eyes, caught in a moment that almost seemed intimate.
"Uh... is everything good here?" Namjoon asked, eyes darting between you.
You quickly let go of Jungkook, stepping back and pushing your way past Namjoon, shaking your head of the many thoughts that flooded your mind the second before he showed up. "Peachy," you grumbled, slipping away.
You took a deep breath, wiping down the hand that was on Jungkook, like that alone would erase the feeling of the texture of the fabric. You couldn't believe, drunk or not, that you had let yourself lose to Jungkook not just once, but twice in one night.
What shocked you more was the tension you felt in the small, cramped space. His body close to yours, the alcohol making you bold and reckless.
For some reason, it felt less like a fight and more like foreplay.
—
You were half-determined to cancel plans with your friends for the upcoming party. Truth be told, you would've rather spent your Friday night tuned into an Goldenboy livestream, happily gooning away with him for the umpteenth time.
Unfortunately for your plans, he shied away from his loyalty to his schedule, announcing in a community post that he would be opting out of this week's broadcast, and would instead post a prerecorded video on the following Saturday. Sure, you were excited about that, but still. Something about the thrill of seeing him in real time, having him read your comments, the command he had on your body from who knows how many hundreds of miles away— it was impossible to beat.
Still, you supposed it'd be better to distract yourself from the disappointment. That was really your only other plan anyways. You might have to seek therapy if you started to let your addiction to touching yourself control your social life, too.
Still, Nayeon could be very persuasive, and despite the fact that you almost fought Jungkook in a pantry last time you were all together, she insisted you had to join them tonight, and even though you didn't want to be out in the first place, there were conditions.
"Can you at least try getting along with Jungkook tonight?" Nayeon begged, cute pout on her lips. "At least apologize to him for trying to fight him last week, at the very least."
You crossed your arms, hating how often it was now being brought up against you. "I was drunk. I barely remember how we even got there in the first place."
"It looked like you were going to either kiss him or punch him, according to Namjoon."
"Namjoon doesn’t know shit about shit," you huffed, exhausted with the topic at hand already."Can we please stop talking about it? I want to put it behind me.”
"Promise me you'll at least try to apologize."
You rolled your eyes, giving a reluctant nod. "I'll try."
You and the girls ended up showing up late, mainly due to Momo spending what felt like forever to do her makeup. The boys were already inside, apparently, and Nayeon had disappeared from your side in search of them. Momo, on the other hand, searched for a drink, offering to get you one.
You declined, still embarrassed by the events from last time you drank. If you were going to make some form of amends with Jungkook, it'd be best to do it without the help of tequila.
You yourself walked through the crowds, trying to see if you could spot the guys, or perhaps anyone you knew and wanted to avoid. Maybe if you avoided Jungkook all night you could lie to Nayeon and say you got the job done. Maybe Jungkook had already forgotten about the incident, and chalked it up to be another typical fight that transpired between you.
You doubted it, though. You knew Jungkook well enough at this point that you suspected he would hold it over your head, taunting you with it.
For what part, exactly, you were nervous to find out.
Finding no luck inside, and irritated from constantly bumping into others in general, you decided you needed a place to properly breathe.
You stepped out on the porch, welcoming the autumn air, surprised to run into Jungkook of all people.
Shocked to see him with a joint between his lips, mainly.
"I didn't know you smoked," you couldn't help but quip, mind racing back to the last time you were together, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the memory. You wondered for a moment if it bothered him the way it bothered you. You thank your lucky stars you weren't fucked up right now the way you were last time you saw him. Otherwise you'd probably be leaning him against the railing, threatening to fight him then and there. Or worse, you might kiss him just to shut him up, maybe bite on his tongue for both good measure and punishment.
Jungkook turned his head to you, and for once it wasn't with a mocking sneer or look of general disdain. No, he looked a lot like how he did those last few seconds at Namjoon’s house. More smug, more knowing, like he had a secret you wanted to know. You couldn't help but feel yourself be drawn in. He stared at you, face morphing to one of guard and caution. He blew out smoke, eyes intense, his expression barely illuminated from the light inside and the moonlight overhead. "Gonna tell on me?"
You shook your head, stepping forward. "Snitches and stitches, however it goes."
You leaned against the railing with him, and he offered you the joint, your fingers barely brushing with his as he passed it. You're surprised he's even offering, half expecting him to tell you to fuck off for the pantry-stunt you had pulled. Perhaps this strain made him a bit more tolerable. You inhaled deeply, watching the tip of the joint glow orange again, holding the smoke in your lungs before letting it billow out of your lips. Jungkook watched you intently, eyes never leaving your face, quiet.
You eyed him, wondering why he was suddenly acting so nice to you. Was it the weed? If this was high-Jungkook, you could certainly get used to him.
"What brings you up here?" Jungkook asked, taking the joint from you. "I hope not to threaten my life again. Should I step away from the ledge?"
You rolled your eyes at his over-exaggeration. "I don't recall ever threatening your life, Jungkook."
"Really? I remember differently," he hummed. "Like you shutting the door behind you and shoving your fist by my neck."
You felt your face burn at the memory. "You're so overdramatic."
"Look who's talking."
There's a beat of silence, both of you staring at each other in the dark, the smell of weed in the air.
"Wasn't in the mood to party, I guess," you said honestly, a small shrug in your shoulders. "I wasn't even planning to be here, tonight, actually. Kept thinking about what I would've rather been doing tonight, instead."
"Which is?"
Oh, fucking myself to some stranger on the Internet, like scheduled.
"Being at home." You're struck with how much eye contact he makes with you now, gaze never leaving yours as he breathes in deeply and lets the smoke escape his lips Were his eyes always as captivating as this? You supposed you never thought about it much when you were arguing. "Plans got in the way."
"You mean this party? Why even go?"
"It's not the party." You sighed, thinking about the best PG way to word it. While you had no problem telling Momo and Nayeon the problem bluntly, you knew better than to give your worst enemy the knowledge that you have nothing better to look forward to than gooning at home. "I have this show I watch every Friday, but there's no new episode this week. I went to this because that was really my entire plan for tonight."
"I get what you mean." Jungkook passed the joint back to you.
"What about you?" You accepted the offering, taking in a deep breath. It must've been too much, though, because you're coughing out when you finish the question, barely managing to hack it out. "I thought this wasn't your scene?"
Jungkook surprisingly reached for your back, patting it as you continuously cough. The way he rubbed your back soothingly was enough to jar you, and you quickly glared up at him when your heart skipped a beat. You prayed the fabric of your clothes and the combination of weed is enough for him to not feel it. He only gives you a small smile, one you're unable to discern in the dim lighting.
"It's not so much that." He removed his hand once you straightened your back and quit your hacking, and oddly enough you missed his warm touch in the cold already. "Let's just say my plans fell through, too."
"I gotcha." You passed him the joint again, eyes raking over his outfit. The all black fit of dark jeans, a black shirt, and black and blue jacket on top, was enough to shroud him in the shadows that surrounded you two. The dulled music from inside and the sound of the night around you felt intimate, almost in another time entirely. Was this the weed? "I'm, uh, sorry for last time, by the way."
"Oh? What for?"
"For being so... aggressive, I guess." You didn't know how to properly word it. Sorry for almost choking you out? Sorry for thinking about kissing you while I did it?
"I think I'm used to it from you at this point," he shrugged, taking in a deep inhale of the joint.
You nodded quietly, subtly shivering from the quiet cold of the night sky.
In comparison to his warmer fit, you're dressed quite immodestly. Luckily it's not freezing outside, but it's not exactly hot either. With the help of a liquor coat it would've been pleasant, but tonight it would just have to be tolerable.
"Do you want to wear my jacket?"
You felt as though you were pulled out of a trance, barely registering his question. "Huh?"
He's already shrugging the black and blue outerwear off, slinging it around your shoulders. The weight of the leather is comforting, the oversized fit of it covering most of your outfit. "Here. You can wear it until we go back in."
You breathed in deeply, no weed this time, Jungkook’s cologne now filling your senses. "Er—Thank you."
He whipped out the last of the joint, now close to a nub. He relit it, the fire from the lighter highlighting his handsome features in the night. He breathed it in again, sliding the lit joint to you, tendrils of smoke escaping from his lips. "Last hit. Want it?"
You accepted, taking the roach and sucking in until the embers ate away to the filter. You eyed Jungkook suspiciously, cocking your head to the side. "Why're you being so nice to me?"
Jungkook looked almost taken aback at your question. "I dunno," he said. "You're not acting bratty for once."
Your blood ran cold the second you hear the word brat, like you were some sort of sleeper agent or something. Suddenly it was like something else was taking over you, making your mind drift to dangerous territory when it came to him. For a moment you thought about actually flirting with Jungkook, a small secret in the quiet of the night. You forgot that you're you, and he's him, and this shouldn't even be happening right now. Had his tune changed after you practically threatened him in a pantry? Had the ambiance of produce made it where he could suddenly tolerate your presence?
You swallowed, trying not to think about what could've happened if you let yourself forget for a moment that Jeon Jungkook was practically the bane of your existence. If you had never known him at all, if you were just two strangers, sharing a joint in the night, having a rare moment alone from all of the chaos inside? Would you flirt? Would you be able to bring him home with you? Perhaps go to his? Would he treat you like the brat he accused you of being?
You let yourself think for a second about what it'd be like to be Jungkook’s for a night, and wondered in the back of your mind if his mind was reeling just as yours was. If this moment felt a little more loaded than it should for him, too. No words in particular, no action, just the quiet knowledge that this wasn't casual for either of you.
Would Jungkook be like Goldenboy? You wondered. Would Jungkook speak that nasty? Give filthy words and lewd promises? Just hearing the word brat leave his lips... He sounded so much like your favorite pornstar that your body immediately tuned into it.
No, you couldn't think like that. You couldn't think of that. You had to snap back into reality.
Instead, you leaned into the feeling of the heaviness in your eyes, the effects of the weed. You couldn’t stop looking at him, tracing the features on his face, the half-lidded look in his eye from the weed, the way the breeze floated his bangs oh so gently over his brows, all accompanied with the husky, Jungkook aroma you were breathing in now. It was like you were being completely consumed by him, and he hadn't so much as touched you. Your eyes raked up and down his form, scanning his outfit, recognizing the logo on the shirt.
"You like The Weeknd?" You rose a quizzical brow, recognizing the t-shirt from the merch lines that spend what felt like forever standing in.
"Yeah. Saw him when he was in the area in August."
"You're kidding! I was at that concert, too." You're surprised Jungkook liked that artist. He didn't seem like the type.
Now it was his turn to raise his dark brow at you. "You like The Weekend?"
"Yeah, I love his music. I hate his acting stuff, though. Don't get me started on The Idol, that shit was so ass. But separate the art from the artist I guess, his music's still good. I have, like, all of his records on vinyl," you boasted. You thought back to Nayeon’s request of you, and how nice Jungkook had been to you so far. "You could... um... borrow one, if you want."
Jungkook looked as though he were genuinely off guard, shocked by your offer. "Really?"
"I mean, I guess. I prefer listening on vinyl, personally. I don't know if you have a record player, though."
"I do."
You were becoming more and more perturbed with how much you and Jungkook seemed to have in common. "Oh, um, cool. I guess I'll give you one after class then. Any requests?"
"None in particular."
"Cool. Guess it'll be a surprise, then."
—
You twiddled with the straps of your tote bag, occasionally glancing inside it to make sure all of the contents were inside, as though someone managed to pickpocket you in this empty hallway within the last five minutes. For some reason you felt a bit nervous, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for Jungkook’s photography class to end. You only knew he had this class because both of yours were in the same building and ended at the same time, and you had the displeasure of bumping into him on numerous occasions this semester.
You glanced down at the blue SOS album cover, internally cursing yourself that you didn't bring The Weeknd's Trilogy, but you tend to overthink. Surprise me, he said. And silly little you, you wanted to obey. He would've probably suspected you'd bring something from the completed collection you bragged about; so, you thought about what else he might enjoy. You, thinking about Jungkook’s preferences, baffling!
He seemed to like R&B, and one of your favorite albums was by SZA. It was one you found yourself always coming back to, especially lately. Perhaps you were curious as to what his thoughts were.
You only left your class 5 minutes early because you completed the professor's survey already. It wasn't like you were anxious to see him or anything.
The door opened and students came flooding out, the class having been dismissed. Your eyes parry through the faces, searching for Jungkook’s, but as the current of students slowed to a trickle, you didn't see him.
Was he the type to skip often? You wondered. He didn't seem like the type. Then again, you barely knew him at all, really. He was just some stranger you were forced to hang out with constantly, who drove you up a wall and made you want to pull out your hair.
You peeked inside, spotting a few students dotting along the rows of seats, putting away their remaining supplies, talking to the professor or other students. You spotted Jungkook speaking with another guy, unaware of your presence. You debated waiting for them to go into the hall, but your anxiety was getting to the point where you knew you should get it over with before you psyche yourself out.
You hesitantly approached, getting in Jungkook eyesight. He looked up, furrowing his brows, confused by your appearance. "Y/N?"
You don't even get the chance to respond before the other friend turned as well, spotting you. "Y/N? As in pantry-girl?"
He slapped his hand over his mouth, realizing what he just blurted out. His eyes were wide, apologetic, darting between you and Jungkook.
Jungkook sighed while your face burned, and he nudged his friend in annoyance. "Thanks, Jimin."
Jimin grimaced, bowing his head down and grabbing onto his backpack. "I'll just... go. Sorry." He headed toward the back of the class, the wince still evident on his face. "It was nice meeting you."
The two of you watched him as he ran away from the awkward situation, and you glared back at Jungkook once his friend disappeared. Without the help of being under the influence, you were finding your confidence around him to be deteriorating. "Telling everyone that, are we?"
"You did have me trapped in there, you know."
"Oh please! You could've easily yanked the door open or shoved me to the wall too, if you wanted to."
"Believe it or not, I'm too much of a gentleman."
"Bullshit. I wouldn't want your gentleman act anyway, even if it was real." You shook your head, irritated. "Clearly you aren't one to be completely honest. I guess my gut was right."
"Please, when someone asks what you were up to over the weekend, why wouldn't you mentioned being shoved into a pantry?"
"One you were already in, for some reason!" You cocked your head at him, narrowing your eyes. "Which you still haven't given a proper explanation for, actually."
"Maybe I was hungry."
"Or maybe you're just lying again." You rose your brows expectantly.
Jungkook sighed, agitated. "Why're you here, anyway? To argue with me? What, are you that needy for attention?"
You suddenly remembered what he had snarled in your ear that night, and how it made you feel, and now you're tempted to forget your gift entirely. But what would you say? That you really did just barge in here to pick a fight with him, just like he accused you of?
You reached into your tote bag, pulling out the vinyl, and shoved it to his chest, averting your gaze to avoid eye contact.
"Surprise, asshat," you muttered, stepping back to let him hold it and turning away, stomping out of the classroom.
Thank goodness it's Friday.
—
You tuned into Goldenboy’s scheduled live stream, desperate to blow off some steam and get rid of the pent up frustration Jungkook built within you. While you knew very well the saying of don’t let 5 minutes waste your whole day, you couldn’t help it. Hours later and your blood was still boiling finding out Jungkook was talking about you with what’s-his-face.
As usual, Goldenboy started it in an unfairly flattering fit, light blue button down and black slacks complimenting his figure nicely. You wondered if he was going to do role play today. Perhaps act like the chat was his employee, and he their boss, punishing them for terrible work? Fuck, you still couldn't get over the boyfriend roleplay he did one stream.
"Hi, subs," Goldenboy started out, like always. "You brats miss me?"
You felt the urge to nod your head violently. Yes, so much. Even though you rewatched his past videos like a favorite show, you missed him. Missed seeing him live, watching his brain melt away at the same time as yours.
The chat flooded with greetings. He answered a few about his day. Surprising. How was school? Exhausting. Fuck anyone you could show us? Funny.
An R&B song you recognize plays in the background, a song you had practically memorized by now.
After two or three minutes, though, there were plenty of viewers, and it was time for the show to begin.
royalty._.queen: show us ur dick already
"Oh? Is that how we ask for things?" You imagined he rose a brow. "Needy today, aren't we? But brats don't get what they want."
royalty._.queen: plz
Goldenboy chuckled, breathless. "Good girl," he purred, the words caressing your ears as if it were meant for you.
He finally pulled down his slacks, wasting no time shoving his boxers down along with it, revealing the big cock that got him so many subscribers.
Goldenboy sat back down in the gaming chair, rolling forward more and gripping his cock, which wasn't even fully hard yet. Still, the size was intimidating, and your thighs did their automatic clench whenever you saw it.
"This what you were so desperate to see?" You could hear the patronizing smirk in his tone.
His half-hard cock slowly began to harden, the large appendage rising to be more upright as more blood rushed to it. Goldenboy groaned, biting his lip, still teasing the head as he gently bucked his hips, only letting himself touch the tip.
"Fuck," he breathily moaned, hips circling more. He muttered to himself, perhaps delirious. “That’s it. Make it hard for me.”
Suddenly he was squeezing his hand harder around the head, evidently in the mood to be rough at the moment. "Needy fucking slut... hate you so much..."
He exhaled hard from his nose, getting worked up.
"Need to fuck you so bad, though..."
Your ears tuned in for a moment, and you noticed the song shift to a following track. A SZA track. He must be playing an album in order. Good taste. You'd bet he'd appreciate it more than Jungkook.
goongirl34140: what are you thinking about?
A sly smile appeared on Goldenboy’s face, tilting his head as though he were half in this world, half in the fantasy he had already started conjuring up.
"This girl I know," he tsked, lip twitching at the thought. "A needy little brat who drives me insane."
Heat began to pool between your legs as you continued rubbing yourself, your now slippery clit easily gliding against your two fingers.
"Shit. She doesn't even know. She doesn't even know what I'd..."
He trailed off, squeezing the base of his cock tightly and keeping his grip as he slid it all the way up to the head, precum sliding out, dribbling down his girth.
goongirl34140: what would you do?
You leaned in, wanting to ask the same question.
Goldenboy huffed out a laugh, squeezing his wet cock harder. "Fuck, what wouldn't I do," he hissed, as though the very thought got his blood pumping faster. "I'd fucking ruin her for anyone. Maybe edge or overstimulate the brat until she finally breaks for me. Maybe breed— fuck, just like that.”
Your breath hitched at the thought, getting wetter, now sliding your fingers down to your entrance and easily slipping them in.
"I'd make her cum over and over again until she said she couldn't take anymore, and then I'd still keep going," Goldenboy grunted, large hand sliding over the head of his cock, smearing the precum along the shaft. "I'd make her cum one more time for good measure."
He started pumping at a steady pace now, in time with the music. You could already hear the wet fapping noises picked up on the microphone.
"I know her—fuck—bratty face would look so pretty covered in my cum," he gasped, bucking his hips up. "Think that every time I look at her."
He licked his lips, the action barely caught at the top of your screen. You see his red flushed cock, straining in his tan hand as he furiously fisted it.
"Think of shutting her up on my cock. Kissing her so she can shut the fuck up for once. Maybe slap my hand over her mouth as I drill her from behind the next time I see her on campus," he groaned, pace picking up. "Wanna make her take every inch. Wanna make her as crazy as she makes me."
The chat flooded with comments.
zZ_kittenz_Zz: fuck I'm so jealous
goongirl314: new girlfriend here???
hseofcrds333: she's so lucky
incredibleyfoxee: boo should be me
royalty._.queen: have you fucked her yet
omegaverseenjoyer2: breedbreedbreedbreed
"Can't fucking stand her," Goldenboy rambled on. "She can't either."
He let out a low, filthy moan. Fuck, you're embarrassingly close already. And there was still a whole 50 minutes left to go.
"Only makes me want to fuck her harder."
You listened to the song switch again, and instead of your eyes constantly shifting between his cock and face, you found your eyes wholly trained on the tippy top of your screen.
“Someone’s got to put that princess back in her place.”
You swore to God, in that bedroom that night, that time froze.
What he was saying... seemed eerily familiar.
You squinted harder, trying to gaze at whenever his jaw or his chin entered the frame, even his lips on occasion. Suddenly you were more tuned in with the background music than Goldenboy’s moans, SZA’s Low now echoing in your mind. You tried to see if there were any extra pixels you had missed, perhaps an extra dot that could clue in to your suspicions. Maybe accidentally bending too low and revealing the tip of his nose.
The song... his words...
No. There was absolutely no way in hell.
Your eyes glazed over the background for once. Before you had been too preoccupied with the view front and center. But now...
You looked towards the open closet, a neat array of jackets inside.
The sleeve of a black and blue jacket caught your eye.
Suddenly your ears were ringing, and it was like everything went quiet.
No.
This had to be some sort of coincidence.
Your mind spun, connecting the possible dots that Goldenboy, the stranger you've been dedicating orgasms at least once a day to, was the same obnoxious Jungkook who tormented every other corner of your brain not currently occupied by his alternate persona.
You felt the blood rush back to your ears, your hearing slowly fading back to existence, Goldenboy’s moans vibrating against your eardrums.
Your eyes studied the figure on screen, his tan, glowing skin. His chiseled, cut abs. His large, wet cock, currently being fucked by his also large, veiny hand.
Fuck...
He was speeding up, tilting his head back, the column of his pretty neck bared for the camera, the overwhelming urge to sink your teeth in taking over logic.
Fuck it.
You reached for your vibrator, roaring it to life, entirely too focused for the next 48 minutes.
—
You couldn't stop. Every time you watched a Goldenboy video, your mind would fill in the gaps, seeing Jungkook’s face instead. Every time he bit his lip, all you could envision were the same eyes that glared at you with contempt. It didn't help that their lips and jaws were so similar. The same plush lips you watched moan out obscenities could be the very same one that got on your very last nerve.
You were being driven crazy. You couldn't stop touching yourself to the videos now, somehow even more than you had before. You couldn't stop watching; it was practically addicting. You knew how wrong it was, to pretend, maybe even know, this was Jungkook. You couldn't help but cum even harder than before, though.
Still, you had to deal with the horror of the aftermath.
Your mind spun with unanswered questions, consumed with guilt, lust, and curiosity.
Eventually you decided you had to know, once and for all.
You tapped Jungkook’s number on the group chat, having never saved it in all your years of knowing him, sending your first text.
You: need to get vinyl back. can i swing by urs tn and pick it up?
Unknown: Mine?
You're surprised he doesn't automatically ask who you are or how you got his number. You'd be very surprised if he actually had your number saved prior to today.
You: ya. will b quick.
Unknown: And you need this by tonight?
You: ya
Unknown: I'm free now if you want to come over
You pumped your fist in the air when he sent his address, half disbelieving that he actually did it.
Your blood was pumping wildly when you get to his apartment, heart hammering against your ribcage as you knocked on the door. A few seconds later and he wa opening the door, looking down at you. He looked so fucking good, a tight, black compression shirt hugging his chest and massive biceps, along with grey sweatpants that made your mouth practically water.
Had someone told you a month ago that you'd be drooling at Jeon Jungkook like a dog, you'd punch them in the face.
"Take your shoes off," Jungkook immediately ordered.
You automatically slipped off your sneakers, pushing them next to his other ones along the wall. Your eyes scoured the place as you stepped in with him, trying to find any sign of his alternate persona. His room. You had to see his room. With how often you watched the camboy's videos, now having studied the scenery in the back, you were confident you'd recognize it instantly.
"So... you collect vinyl?" You recalled a Metallica album music playing in Goldenboy’s recent video. If he were Jungkook, that would mean the player was most likely in the same room he filmed in.
"Yeah, some. Mainly 70's rock."
"Can I see?"
Jungkook gave you an odd look, clearly a bit surprised by your sudden keen interest. "Sure. It's the same place where SOS is."
Your heartbeat was pounding in your eardrums as he directed you to his room, and the moment you see it, your mind was static. Quiet, but full and loud and all at once.
Those were the same posters. The same clean, minimal aesthetic. The meticulous bedspread corners, the closet in the back, the gaming chair you watched him cum in night after night after night.
Off on another wall, far enough where his camera wouldn't see, was a tiny table with Jungkook’s record player. There was also a box with his collection in it, which he squatted down in front of and shuffled through to find yours.
He was saying stuff about the album, certain songs, questioning why you seemed to need it so urgently, but you weren’t listening. No, you’re looking at the bedspread you'd watch him grip on tight to, you're locked in on the chair he'd always start the videos in, you're seeing the nightstand drawer where his variety of sex toys were. His handcuffs, vibrators, lube, all of it in the bottom left drawer next to his bed. And you were standing here, knowing.
All this time. All this time you've been cumming to the voice of the man you hated. You had seen practically all of him, and not only did you like it, you craved it.
Your eyes locked onto his broad back, the muscles in his arms as he was turned away from you. You've seen him naked. You've seen his chiseled abs and those biceps at work. Oh my God, you've seen his dick! You know he's the type who can edge himself for what feels like forever, never stops after one round, has a wet ass cock that leaves a mess to be cleaned up. You've heard his moans when he does so, and now you trained yourself to be in tune with it.
Jungkook turned around, confused by how quiet you were. "Are you all good?"
"Just..." Your eyes scanned the room again, landing on the records. "Just can't believe you've got so much Chase Atlantic."
"Right, well, here's the album. Thanks for letting me listen to it." He passed it to you, studying your expression, the way you seemed so on edge and not in the way he was used to. "Why'd you need it tonight?"
"Oh, stuff." Your mind was scrambled, and it was like you couldn't even come up with a decent lie even if you tried. "I should... I should probably go now."
Your heart felt like it was racing a million beats a minute now with the quiet confirmation flooding your brain.
You turned to leave Goldenboy’s room when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you back until you're landing in the gaming chair. It doesn't help your existential predicament, however, and all you can think about is how many times you've watched Jungkook jerk his cock in this exact chair.
You warily look up at Jungkook, his eyes much more intense than before, laser focused on your expression. You tried not to let the guilt show, the shock, how you were frazzled and overwhelmed, the lust, like your body had been triggered just from the sight of his room. You were no better than Pavlov’s dogs.
He leaned in, hands on either side of the gaming chair, staring you in the eye.
"You know," he said quietly.
Your reaction was telling enough, looking as though you had been caught when you blinked up at him, holding your breath. You felt all of the blood drain from your face, pooling down past your neck. Your heart rate skyrocketed as you were forced to endure the nightmare you stumbled upon.
"Fuck." He straightened back up, running his hands through his hair. "How long have you known?"
"N-Not long!" You felt jumpy, cornered, no way out, forced to admit the truth to Jungkook. "I only found out it was you for like, a week, or something."
There was a pause as he registered your words.
"Yeah?" One of his hands slides down his face, and his eye peeked between his fingers, stare heated. "How long were you watching?"
Your cheeks burned, and you couldn't help but feel the need to cower beneath his gaze. It didn't help that you were sitting down when he was sitting up, making the feeling of him towering over you more intimidating than ever. "A while."
"A while?" Jungkook echoed. "How much did you see?"
You were unable to come up with a decent response, mouth parting open with nothing to say. Your silence said it all, guilt permeating in the air. The answer was obvious.
All of it.
Unexpectedly, Jungkook smiled.
"Wow. Obsessed were you?"
"As if!" You feel the need to defend yourself, as though you had a valid case.
"Can't believe you now, princess. Not with that guilty look on your face. C'mon, look at me. Don't be shy now." He grabbed your jaw when you tried to look away, forcing you to look up at him with those sweet, pleading eyes.
You attempted a snarl, but the noise you made out was embarrassingly close to a whimper. You looked up at him, that smug, handsome face staring down at you with so much pride, so much satisfaction. It was the grin of the winner, and now he wanted to enjoy the prize.
"Can't believe you were getting off to me," Jungkook purred, cocking his head to the side. "How many times, huh? Or is it too many to count?"
"You're such a fucking dick," you seethed, shoving yourself off the chair, letting it spin mindlessly away. His touch lingered on your skin like a brand, and you could still feel the brush of his hand against your face.
"Speaking of—"
You stomped back towards the door, your face burning. "Fuck off, Jungkook!"
"Hey, I think it's kind of cute." He's so mocking with it, shit eating grin spreading across his face, amused by how you seemed to be falling apart in front of him. He should be the embarrassed one. Everyone watches porn, but not everyone makes it.
Then why does it feel like he's the one whose seen you naked?
"I'm done talking about this!" You huffed, shaking your head, doing your best to shake away thoughts of Jungkook and his large, wet cock out as well.
"Yeah?" You're being yanked backwards again, body practically weightless under his spell until you found yourself against a wall. You were breathless, mind spinning as Jungkook pressed his body against yours, hands trapping your wrists beside you to prevent you from leaving. His breath fanned against you, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. "Too bad. I'm not."
You tried to push against him but realize he's much, much stronger than you had anticipated. All that time you spent staring at his biceps when he was pumping his cock, and this is where it gets you.
"Fucking let me— ugh!"
"Where do you think you're going? We were just having so much fun." The scent of his cologne invaded your senses again, just like that night. Once again, Jungkook was easily forcing you to become enraptured by him, until you couldn't sense anything else. He was all-consuming, and he did it all with embarrassingly little effort.
"Fun for you, asshole." You rolled your eyes, yanking at your hands again, doing some damage to your joints in the effort.
Jungkook grinned smugly, delighted by your mix of rage and humiliation. "You're right. For me, then."
"I could always tell the others, you know," you bluffed, unable to sound anything other than unsure of yourself. "I could let everyone know that Jeon Jungkook jerks off for strangers on the Internet."
"Oh yeah?" Jungkook gripped your wrists tighter, keeping them glued to the wall. He leaned in closer, tip of his nose brushing yours now, eyes daring you to look away. You sucked in a breath at his proximity, like you were prey that had fallen into a predator's trap. "And I could tell everyone that you were one of them. That you watched every single one of my videos and came to my voice like a good girl—"
"I didn't know it was you at first!" you insisted, face burning as though it were on fire. You twisted in his grip against the wall, but he didn't budge, fingers flexing around your wrists.
"Yeah?" Jungkook’s sly grin stretched, eyes full of twisted satisfaction seeing you fall apart so easily for him. "And what about after?"
"What... What about it?" You stammered out the words, suddenly realizing how out of breath your sounded.
"Did you keep watching after you knew it was me?"
You're silent, only staring up at him with that same deer in headlights look, like you knew you were already dead.
Jungkook expression was a mix of shock and awe, jaw dropping open at your silent confession.
"You sick fuck, you have, haven't you?"
"N-No!" You defended yourself too late, however, only now hiding your expression by ducking your chin down, ashamed.
"You little liar." Jungkook moved your wrists to one hand, snatching your jaw and forcing you to crane your neck to look up at him. "Did you have fun? Touch that aching, wet little pussy to me, huh? Did you cum to the sight of me—"
"You're delusional!" You wrenched your hands back to your chest, trying to hold on to whatever scraps of dignity you had left.
Your mind desperately tried to find a way out of the situation, to cling onto your pride and find a way to turn the tables on him. "As if it means anything! There's probably a reason you only touch yourself, huh?" That caused Jungkook to freeze, and you smiled at the chance to come out on top. "What's wrong, Kookie?" you purred. "Hit a sore spot? Is your big dick too useless to actually please a woman?"
He bore his fangs, snarling at you now. "Choosing to be a brat now, are you?"
"Unlike you, I don't pretend to be more than I am."
"Yeah? You mean a mouthy little bitch who's desperate for someone to fuck her like he hates her?"
Your cheeks burned at the accurate assessment, and it made your head spin that he could see right through you.
"You drive me up a fucking wall, you know that?" You breathed heavily through your nose, chest heaving as you tried not to look away in shame, making any attempt to stand your ground or otherwise succumb to the humiliation.
"Yeah?" Jungkook grinned cockily. "Would you rather I pin you to it, instead?"
You slapped at his chest, panicked. You weren't used to this sort of Jungkook, and frankly, you didn't know how to react. You should’ve expected it, though. Right now he was every bit the camboy you had idolized in your head.
"C'mon, say it and I'll give it to you. Say you want the dick you've been so fucking obsessed with deep in your guts." His voice was a cruel taunt, eyes practically glowing. He brought his lips up to your ear to whisper, "I'll do anything for my number one fan."
"I'm not your fan," you hissed.
"Are you a subscriber?"
Your face paled in answer, and he only laughed at your misery.
"Wow. Not a fan, but you pay 10 bucks a month to watch me jerk off?" He shook his head at you patronizingly, basking in the humiliation you felt beneath him. "What are you, desperate then? Any cock will do?"
"No," you pushed back, trying not to give in to the pressure.
"Oh? So just my cock, then?" He locked eyes with you, refusing to let you look away.
You tried to muster courage, staring back despite your instincts screaming at you to get out of the jaws of a lion. Jungkook leaned in close, lips mere centimeters from yours. "You want to know what it's like to be fucked by me, don't you? That's why you kept watching."
You gulped, guilty of his accusations, stunned at how he was able to read you like a book.
"Nasty little perv," he whispered in your ear, like it was a compliment, a secret for you to share. "You want to find out that bad?"
You didn’t get the chance to respond, because suddenly Jungkook’s leaning in, smashing his lips against yours. Your mind practically melted, instinct taking over as you automatically started to move with him. You couldn’t fucking believe you were kissing the man you absolutely despised, and found it more unbelievable that he was really fucking good at it. The way his hands squeezed harder against yours wrists as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, was enough for you to wonder why you two didn’t get along in the first place.
Clearly you were able to get along just fine with your mouths occupied.
Jungkook broke off the kiss with deep breaths, staring at you to assess your reaction. You were flushed, panting helplessly, the look on your face screaming that you wanted more.
He let go of your wrists, stepping back and finally allowing you space to breathe. He tsked, looking at you expectantly when you stayed in place, no longer attempting to bolt. No, instead it was as though you really had been caught, and now you were just waiting to find out what he would do with you.
"Sit on the bed," he commanded, voice calm.
Your heart rate jumped, eyes sliding over to the bed you recognized better than your own at this point. Apprehensively, you did as you were told, sitting on the edge and planting your hands beside you, hands curling into the silk sheets.
Jungkook eyed you hungrily, eyes darker than before, drinking in the sight of you in his room.
He glared at the miniskirt you were wearing, reaching out to tug at the string that tied it up, twirling it around his finger with barely contained restraint. You couldn't help but keep your eyes locked on the sight of Goldenboy’s delicate fingers toying with your clothes, the vision something that you thought you could only dream of.
"C'mon. You show up in that tiny little fuck me skirt and expected me to do nothing about it?" His eyes darted back up to yours, sucking in a breath at your nervous expression. "Did you come here just to get fucked?"
You wanted to deny it. You came here for the truth, to set your mind at ease with all of the questions that flooded your mind, to quell your insatiable curiosity.
But if that really was all there was to it, why did you pick out such cute underwear beneath? Why were you still here?
Jungkook smirked, knowing the truth without you even having to say it.
"Spread your legs. That's right, just like that. Just like you did when you were watching me."
Your face burned as you slowly did as he said, cautiously spreading them .
Jungkook clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Lift the skirt, c'mon. You're not stupid. You know what I want to see."
You gulped, pushing your skirt up your thighs and revealing your underwear to him, the small damp patch at the bottom embarrassing you to no end.
Still, it didn't seem to be enough for Jungkook, who raised one thick, dark brow at you. You let out a breath, hooking the bottom of your panties to the side, letting him see your bare sex. You supposed to some degree it was only fair. You've seen all of him and then some. Still, you felt overly exposed, and you wondered for a second if Jungkook was really just teaching you a lesson about what if felt like.
Jungkook only bit his lip though, sucking in a breath as he took in the view. "You'd make a killing on streaming, you know," he said, voice teasing. "With a pretty pussy like that and all."
You blushed at his compliment, wanting to snap your legs shut again. You had felt the same way about him when you first stumbled on his streams, instantly understanding the appeal. "Thank you."
"Mm, look at you being so polite. Are you going to be good for me tonight?"
"What'll I get if I am?" You couldn't help but blurt out the question, almost out of genuine curiosity.
Jungkook smiled, letting out a small huff of laughter in amusement. "Oh? Bratty again, huh? Want a reward?"
He reached forward, tugging at your shirt, urging you to remove it.
"Take this off for me, will you? I'll show you what you'll get if you behave for me."
You deliberated over the idea in your mind before obediently sliding your shirt up your figure and over your head.
Jungkook started pawing at your skirt too, forcing you to get rid of it along with your bra. "C'mon. You've seen me naked hundreds of times at this point. It's only fair."
Those words echoed in your mind as your thumbs hooked into the sides of your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs. You locked your knees together once they're off, looking up at Jungkook with a bit of nervousness. "You too."
He didn't protest, only giving you that same smug look on his face as he grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, yanking it over his head to reveal the very body you had been drooling over. His abs were tight and hard against his abdomen, and you already knew they looked better with his cum smeared all over. His broad shoulders looked perfect to grab onto, and you couldn't help but feel your mouth water at the thought of one of his bulging biceps wrapped around your neck.
He stepped out of his sweatpants too, letting you see the chubbed up bulge behind his boxers, the fabric tight and revealing enough to let you know he was just as big in person as he seemed on screen.
You licked your lips, cautiously reaching out for him. He let you, grabbing your hand and tugging you closer so you could feel him. Your hand ran down his abs, feeling the hard muscle beneath your fingertips, sliding over every groove just the way you had dreamed.
"Your body's perfect," you accidentally whispered, the words escaping your lips automatically.
Jungkook smiled at your awe, finding your fascination absolutely adorable as you felt him up, hand roaming up and down the expanse of his chest. "Like what you see, baby?"
You nodded dumbly, at a loss for words.
He interrupted your fun, however, hooking his hands under the pits of your knees and making you land on your back. He reached for your phone, opening your camera. "Should let you have your own private video then, huh? Since you're such a big fan and all."
You couldn't even deny the accusations anymore, accepting the phone when he shoved it your way.
"Better keep the camera straight, princess. You know I like my videos to be top quality."
He pushed your knees further up until they were almost up to your shoulders, your arms cramped as you tried to fit the scene in frame, your hands trembling with excitement as he settled himself above you.
Jungkook’s eyes were trained on your glistening cunt, and he let go of one of your legs to reach down, running the expanse of it up and down your sex, feeling how it coated him already. He licked his lips, bringing his wet fingers up to his mouth and groaning softly at the taste of you.
Your lips parted at his reaction, and he smirked at you, popping his fingers free. "You're not filming properly," he said, grabbing your hands and angling the phone at him. "Get everything."
You tried to keep it steady as he hovered over you, giving a broad lick up your pussy before focusing on your clit, twirling his tongue around the bud to feel your hips jump. You mewled, and he gripped onto your thighs tighter, hooking them over his shoulders to lock your pussy against his face. You angled the camera to capture the scene, his head between your thighs, his arms wrapped around each to keep you pinned.
His tongue was everywhere, moving fast to lick every inch of you, leaving nothing unexplored as he devoured you as deeply as he could. He groaned at the taste of the source, licking once again from your entrance to the hood of your clit. "Tastes so fucking good," he moaned. "You're so fucking wet for me."
You shivered at his words, hand curling in his hair as he mouthed at your clit again. His dirty words sent a jolt of electricity through your body, forcing you to soak his face even more. "S-shit, Jungkook, you can't—"
He popped up for air, the shine on his lips looking like gloss. He panted against you, his breaths fanning over your naked sex and making you twitch with sensitivity.
"Shut up and let me eat your pussy, yeah?"
He spat on your cunt, rubbing his saliva into your clit before latching back on, like his mission was to make you as messy as possible.
Jungkook’s eyes were closed, his long lashes kissing the apples of his cheeks, solely focused on running his tongue over your folds. He looked so pretty like this, so concentrated. You could admire the details on his face up close, study and map them out now from where he laid between your thighs.
Jungkook looked up, and you could feel him grin against your pussy. He let go of your clit with a wet pop, lifting his head to reveal the wet sheen that covered his lips and chin. "You're holding the camera crooked." He put your shaky hands back in place on your stomach, angling the phone so it was now straightened again. "Focus on me, make sure you get a good shot of me eating your pussy."
He was back on your clit, sucking hard and making you buck your hips up again. He pinned you down with one hand, letting go of you once again. "You're gonna get crooked again. Don't tell me you're so fucked out already that you can't do one simple thing?"
You wanted to protest, tell him the task was nearly impossible with how good he was eating you out. Part of you wanted to be obedient for him, though, and you were so desperate to cum all you could stammer out was, "I'm s-sorry."
"Sorry? Be good then, or I'm not letting you touch me when I finally fuck you."
You tensed at his threat, the thrill that he was going to fuck you making you more excited, and the threat that you wouldn't get to rub your hands all over him enough to make you nod eagerly. Jungkook smirked at your reaction, diving back in, making out with your pussy as messy as he was before. You bit your lip, trying to stay focused on the phone screen in your hand, but it was so difficult. Staring at him through your tiny screen, his tousled hair between your thighs, his dark eyes peeking out from beneath his bangs, the drag of his pink tongue along your sex as he held eye-contact with the lens, it was too much.
"Do you like how I look when I eat this pussy? Make it cum with just my tongue?" he murmured into you.
You couldn't help but mewl at his dirty words, thighs twitching around his head. He smiled, corners of his mouth peaking out from between your legs, loving the small sounds of pleasure that escaped you. He sucked on your clit harder, hands gripping onto your thighs with a force that you're unsure is to stabilize you or him.
"Answer me baby," he purred against your clit, the vibrations from his mouth sending jolts up your spine.
"Y-Yes, you, fuck—" You bit your lip, feeling yourself be pushed to the edge with the pixelated version of Goldenboy before you and the real version of Jungkook on you, making you cum with an ease that seemed almost embarrassing on your end. You've never been more turned on in your life. "You look so fucking good."
Jungkook let out a hum of approval, working his tongue more rigorously now, shoving it inside and pressing his nose deeply against you, as though trying to breathe you in. You squirmed in place, his big, strong hands helping to move you along and use him.
"I-I'm close!" you warned, breathing faster as you felt your climax start to take over.
Jungkook groaned, lost in the feeling of you, not even focused on the camera as he helped you hump his face. "Fuck yes," he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut, angling his head the same way he did when he deepened a kiss. "Cum on my face. Let me taste it."
Your hand shot out and grabbed his hair, burying itself at the roots as you held him in place, rubbing your sex up and down his face as your orgasm took over. Jungkook continuously licked you as you did so, the loud slurping noises no doubt caught by the phone you were no longer paying attention to, the device now angled crooked against your body as you gripped it tightly, focused on chasing your high.
Your thighs shook as you came on Jungkook’s tongue, a loud moan parting your lips as he gripped your hips tight enough to leave bruises, tongue lapping up your release with sickening greed. He moaned along with you, never stopping until your shaking ceased and you collapsed on the bed, feeling him working over you still.
Your hand fell loosely from his hair and to the side as you took in shallow breaths, twitching from oversensitivity. You attempted to squirm away, shifting into the sheets until Jungkook came back up. He looked unfairly beautiful like this, lips flushed the prettiest color and swollen from his efforts, cheeks and chin glistening with your arousal. His eyes were dark, like seeing you undone like this for him, because of him, was enough to make him lose his mind.
"You got the camera crooked again," he commented, reaching for your phone that was now limp in your hand. He grabbed the device and stopped the video. To your surprise, though, he didn't turn it off, instead choosing to flip it to the inside camera and set it against the footboard of his bed. "You know what that means."
He reached towards his nightstand, yanking open a drawer. Your eyes widened at what you saw inside, all items you recognized from previous streams. The vibrator he used on himself to tease his cock, letting out the prettiest moans as he let the toy buzz against his cockhead or the base of his balls, stood at the top of the heap. The blindfold Goldenboy sometimes wore, a sheer and black scarf, was just transparent enough for you to wonder what was beneath, knowing without a doubt that he was handsome, but not enough for you to discern his features. You internally cursed yourself for not reaching the conclusion about his identity sooner, but chalked it up to your mind choosing to ignore the obvious. Finally, the piece he dragged out, a pair of sleek, silver handcuffs, ones he used when he simply handcuffed himself to his chair, letting his wet cock pathetically weep all over itself. Your gaze locked on the chain in between that clicked and rattled each time he finally was able to jack off, using both big hands to wrap around his cock as they wrapped up and down, the same way you hoped you would tonight.
He dragged you further up the bed, yanking you into position to sit up for him as he brought both hands behind your back, locking your hands in place as he secured the cuffs behind your back. He brought his lips to your ear, tugging on your cuffs. "You're mine now."
He reached for your phone, pressing the record button, the red square witness to what Jungkook was about to do to you.
He dragged you into his lap, kissing your neck as he rubbed his hands up and down your body, cupping your tits and pinching your nipples slightly. "You look so pretty on camera," he complimented, sliding his hands back down to your waist. "Can't wait to rewatch how I take you for the first time on film."
He hooked his hands under your knees and lifted, putting them on either side of his own legs before spreading them. Yours widened with his, your naked sex revealed to the camera.
"Fuck, will you look at that."
He reached a hand down to cup your heat, spreading your folds with two fingers to properly show the camera how pink you were inside. Your sex twitched against his digits, folds glistening and wet, begging to be taken. With his other hand he went back to toying with your nipple, pinching it between his digits before dragging the pointer finger over it tantalizingly.
With the hand on your pussy he used his ring and pointer finger to keep you open, letting his middle finger drag up and down your sex, teasing your clit. "Were you always this wet for me?" Jungkook questioned, his voice an inescapable purr in your ear. "Every time you watched me on screen? Every time you picked a fight with me like a little brat?"
Your breathing quickened, not wanting to fully submit yet. "You started it."
"Yeah?" His finger gave a particularly tortuous glide up your cunt, and you twitched under his touch when he reached your clit. He circled it with one finger, teasing, face studying your reaction. "Let me finish it then."
He sunk his hand lower and let his middle finger breach your entrance, pushing past and sliding into you with ease. You keened, finally feeling something inside of you, though it was so much bigger than your own that you were gasping at the intrusion. Your hands twitched behind you, pressing against the metal, and Jungkook laughed at your resistance.
He curled it inside of you, repeating the motion as he got deeper, watching your eyes droop when he reached your sweet spot. "Enjoying yourself?" he questioned, voice mocking as he kept curling against your g-spot, watching you open your mouth in an attempt to answer and failing. He laughed at your efforts again.
"So cute," he crooned, pecking your cheek, slipping in a second finger along with his first. Both digits pressed against you, amplifying your pleasure, and you moaned under his touch. "Pussy's so fucking tiny for me. Gonna fill you up so much."
He spread out his fingers inside you, scissoring them as he tried to get you to stretch around him. "Open up for me. Don't you want to take the cock you've been dreaming of?"
"Yes, want it so bad," you panted, licking your lips as his fingers got more aggressive, pumping into you more insistently. "Want your cock, Jungkook. Please."
"Say 'Give it to me, Kookie'. C'mon. Say it pretty for the camera," he coos, his voice seductive as it practically curled around your eardrum. "Show me how desperate you are."
"Y-You're so fucking annoying," you instinctively gritted out, hands trying to break free of the cuffs despite knowing it's impossible.
"Still all that attitude, huh?" Jungkook smiled against your ear, as though pleased by your brattiness, like this was what he wanted from teasing you. He wanted to drive you mad enough to talk back, just so he had an excuse to put you in your place. Maybe that was it all along. He slipped a third finger inside of you, turning your head to angle you so he could kiss you, greedily swallowing your gasp as he consumed it, mouth moving against yours.
You moaned against him, his three fingers already stretching you out so much, his fingers jackhammering hard against you as he bullied your g-spot. He broke free of the kiss, a string of spit snapping off between you. His lips hovered over yours, parted as you panted out, moaning as he fucked you with his fingers. "Too much?" he asked, eyes looking into yours as he saw that dumb expression start to take over. "Can't take it?"
You quickly shook your head in denial, hips bucking against his hand as his palm repeatedly smacked against your clit, slapping the poor bud. "I can take it," you protested.
"Yeah?" He grinned as though proud of you. He stopped pumping his fingers, instead grounding the palm of his hand against you, digging the heel into your clit as his fingers plunged as deeply as they could, curling inside. "Think you can take my cock, then?"
You couldn't help but jolt in his arms, unable to help but get excited by the prospect of seeing it. You nodded your head, squirming in his arms. "Yes, let me see it. Please."
He chuckled against you, leaning in to kiss you once again, growling against your lips. "You're so desperate for me," he murmured, pulling his fingers out of you to lift you up from his lap and shove his boxers off. He did so, positioning you back in place, his cock standing proud and tall between your legs. He was glistening wet, pre-cum already smeared across the head, the flushed pink color matching his lips. Your eyes drifted to your phone screen capturing everything, the intimidating size right next to your pussy enough to make you gulp.
"It's the cock you've been dreaming of," Jungkook hissed, reaching out and squeezing the base of his dick. You hadn't noticed, but he was starting to get his boxers wet when you were squirming in his lap, unknowingly pressing against his bulge and causing him to make a mess of his underwear. He slapped it against your sex, the wet sound emanating around the room. "Think you're wet enough for it?"
You licked your lips, squirming again against the cuffs, wanting so badly to be able to reach out and touch his cock, to feel the glide of his cum against the shaft. "I think you'd be wet enough for both of us," you said honestly, practically mesmerized by the sight.
Jungkook chuckled, aligning the head of his cock against your hole. Slowly, he pushed in, the tip catching against your entrance before he slowly slid deeper inside. He went a few inches in, meeting resistance as you instinctively clamped down on him.
He sucked in a breath, clenching his teeth. He reached for your cunt, twirling his digits around your clit, trying to get you to open up. "Deep breaths, baby. Need you to let me in. Need to give you all of it."
You breathed deeply, feeling your cunt slick up around him and his cock slide deeper inside you, the last few inches bullying themselves in before his balls were pressing against your folds.
You took in another deep breath, feeling so full and spread out for him, his legs keeping your own stretched out wide so the camera could capture everything.
Jungkook groaned, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, his hair tickling your neck as he tried to steady his own breathing. "Fuck, you're so tight," he whispered, voice whiny from behind you. He mouthed along your skin, bringing his lips up to your neck to run his tongue over and kiss along it. "Feel so fucking good around me."
You mewled at his praise, walls squeezing around his cock in reaction.
He curled both hands around your waist, hugging onto you as his hips instinctively thrust upward, making you gasp. "Don't do that!" He scolded, arms tightening around you as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Fuck. You're driving me crazy. Need to ruin you."
"Then do it," you encouraged, rolling your hips to try and get him to repeat the motion.
He did so, hips jumping up and aiming right at your g-spot, making you moan out. He growled, squeezing you tighter, voice raspy. "I'm trying to be patient," he gritted, fingers twitching with need. "Need to take my time with you."
"Don't," you huffed, squirming in his hold again to entice him, despite his efforts to keep you still. "Fuck me already."
"Yeah? You gonna beg for it then?" Jungkook moved again, bouncing you on his cock once more before grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look back at him. "Gonna say what I taught you?"
You bit your lip, debating in your head whether you should give in or not, your urge to fight with him on everything taking hold.
"Bratty fucking slut." He glared at you, fingers flexing around your face. "It's just five simple words. Know you want it. Just need to hear it. Beg me to make you cum."
He offered you one final thrust, nudging his cock against your g-spot before stilling his hips.
"If you don't, I'm pulling out of you right now and edging you all night," he threatened, the look on his face telling you he was deadly serious. "You can walk out of here with a four hour video of me teasing your clit until you're drooling."
You couldn't help but cower under his heated gaze, a piece of your pride crumbling.
"Please, give it to me Kookie," you said quietly, barely loud enough for the microphone on your phone to pick up on it. "Please make me cum."
The corners of Jungkook’s mouth curled up in victory, and the hand that was wrapped around your waist slowly slid down your stomach and to your cunt. "That's my girl."
He started thrusting into you now, patience seemingly vanishing into thin air as he barreled his way into you, feet firmly planted into the mattress as he fucked you. He moaned, hand splaying along the column of your neck and forcing you to face the ceiling, the fingers gripping around your throat as he forced you to bounce along his cock. He bit into your shoulder, muffling his moan into your skin as he heard how his balls slapped against the wetness of your sex, feeling it coat him already.
"Fuck!" You moaned out, hands scrambling to find something to grip onto, only able to brush along Jungkook’s abs, the hard muscle beneath your fingers providing some support.
Jungkook leaned back onto his pillows, hand gripping onto your throat tighter, his fingers sliding along your clit as he pounded into you. "Can't believe you take it this good," he panted, groaning into your ear. "Doing so good for me, princess."
You looked over to the tiny screen, seeing his thrusts captured in action as he drove his hips up into you, ass no longer even touching the sheets as he buried himself as deep as he could over and over again. He was addicting to the feeling of you bouncing on his dick, the glide of your walls against his shaft, both of you so wet you were making a mess on the silk. The wet, squelching sounds of your sexes slamming together was impossible to ignore.
"Always wanted to put you in your place like this," he hissed, his sick confession a sweet caress in your ears. "Every time we fought, just kept thinking about how to get you underneath me, fuck you so hard you can't even think about arguing."
Your mind reeled back to every argument you two ever had, the glaring, the heat, the tension. Was this what it was all building up to?
"I wanted you from the moment I saw you, but I just didn't know what to say," Jungkook continued, enjoying the way you shuddered against him. "And after I followed you out of that restaurant, I hated you. I hated how much I still wanted you."
His hand lightly squeezed your neck again, a soft laugh escaping his lips directly against your ear.
"I couldn't fucking stand you." He said the words so soft and sweetly, almost like it was endearment.
His other hand slid to your abdomen, right below your belly button, pressing down and feeling how he moved inside.
"Now look where we are."
"F-Fuck, you're so deep," you said, the angle perfect to reach where even your favorite vibrator couldn't.
"Yeah?" He hooked both hands into the back of your knees again, folding you on top of him, making sure he was able to get a good view of him pounding you on screen. "Fuck, you're so hot like this. Letting me use you like a little fucktoy."
You squealed, feeling your mind go hazy as pressure built up in your abdomen. Your legs hung in the air uselessly as he did exactly as he said, moving you up and down his cock and forcing you to take it.
"Jungkook!" His hands gripped your legs harder, his pace quickening when he heard you moan his name.
"Say that again," he demanded, needy to have you scream his name in a different context now. "Need you to say my name like that again."
"K-Kookie..." Even better. “Kookie” feels like he might just cum on the spot with how you sound.
"Fuck, that's it princess," he growled, unable to look away from your already fucked out expression. "Look at you, going dumb on my cock. Watch how you take me."
You nodded vigorously, mind empty as he railed his cock into your pussy, your cum coating him so much you could see a frothy ring of white forming at the base of his cock on screen.
"You're such a nasty little fuckslut for me," Jungkook rasped, every groan and gasp that left his lips being pressed directly in your ear.
The pressure was building higher, an unfamiliar sensation beginning to pull on you.
"W-Wait, Jungkook, I-I—" Your legs shook in his grasp, his cock battering against your spot and making the pressure worse. "I think I'm gonna—"
Jungkook groaned, sinking his teeth into your neck as he quickly let go of one of your legs, rubbing maddening circles on your clit once more. "Cum for me," he demanded roughly against you, licking at the mark he left behind. "Cum for me right fucking now."
You couldn't resist it, feeling yourself let go, your thighs and abdomen clenching as you squirted on Jungkook’s cock. Droplets flew as he fucked the squirt out of you, his pace never relenting as you screamed, throwing your head back as you trembled uncontrollably on top of him.
"Fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes," Jungkook chanted in your ear, pistoning into you as you stained his sheets, getting you everywhere. "Look at you. Look at the messy little slut on screen. That's you, princess."
Your eyes darted to your phone, seeing how ruined you look already. It was a sight to behold, the way you already looked absolutely wrecked. You collapsed on top of him, limp in his arms as your limbs let out a few residual twitches, spent from the intense orgasm he provided.
You were gasping for breath, which Jungkook wouldn't allow, needing to devour you then and there as he smashed his mouth against yours, sucking in your greedy attempts for air. He slid his tongue against yours, moaning into your mouth as he felt your cunt give one more involuntary clench.
"Came so good for me baby," he praised, pecking your lips once more as he finally let you breathe. "Made such a fucking mess on me."
You glanced down at the darkening sheets, your face heating up with the knowledge that Jungkook would have to clean his sheets of you later.
He repositioned you, lifting you off his lap and finally undoing the cuffs. Your arms ached from the position they were held in, and you think for a moment he'll grant you reprieve. You thought wrong, however, as Jungkook flipped you over, moving your hands beneath you to support yourself as he positioned you on all fours.
"We aren't done," he said, quickly moving behind you to line the tip of his cock against your drooling hole again, sinking into you.
The glide is even faster this time, barely any resistance in comparison, allowing Jungkook to start pummeling into you immediately. You're barely able to hold yourself up, most of your strength depleted with that last orgasm he forced out of you. Still, you buck back against his hips, keening at the way his sharp hips snapped against your ass, his hands gripping your cheeks roughly and smacking you to see the clear handprint. It was like the two of you were magnets, only able to pull back a few inches before violently slamming back together.
You were glad your face wasn't what was on camera now, your tongue practically lolling out as you succumbed to the pleasure Jungkook offered. He reached even deeper inside of you now, his hands tight on your hips as he repeatedly pulled you back against him, using you like a doll.
He barreled a particularly harsh thrust inside of you, forcing your hips to collide with the mattress as he buried as deeply as he could. He pressed you into the mattress, now with you lying on your stomach, unable to support yourself properly. He bit his lip, spreading your cheeks between his large palms to get the view of his cock plunging into him, your asshole winking at him and begging to be ruined as well.
"You'd let me use you however I want, wouldn't you?" He gripped the front of your neck again, forcing you to arch until you were able to make eye contact with him again. Your arms straightened out in front of you as you tried to stay upright for him. You're unable to answer, choking on your words.
He leaned over you, your mouth wide open from the moans you couldn't contain. He spit into your waiting mouth, hands gripping onto your throat as he felt you swallow it.
"You're so fucking pathetic," Jungkook laughed, smiling as he panted into your open mouth, taunting you with the possibility of a kiss. "I guess I'll allow it."
You shuddered at his condescension, loving how small you felt beneath him, completely at his mercy. Clearly he was set on showing you none, however, dropping you back down onto the mattress and lifting you by the hips again, putting your ass in the air. His hands buried into the roots of your hair, keeping your face pressed down into the sheets as he fucked you.
His balls slapped against your folds repeatedly, the wet smacks ringing in your ears. His hand went down to join them, rubbing hard at your oversensitive clit, determined to ruin you.
"C'mon baby, cum again for me. Gonna need you nice and open so I can breed you properly."
Your eyes rolled, and you squeezed around his cock, like the very idea was enough to make you cream all over him again.
He leaned forward more, fully mounting you now, his face close to yours as he squatted down and fucked you like you were both mere animals. He let go of your hair and wrapped his arm around your neck, choking you with his bicep and keeping you in place with a headlock.
"Should I post this video, huh? Show everyone how this slutty pussy takes me?" He mouthed along the side of your face, lips parted as he moaned into your skin. "Should I show them how much of a mess I make of you?'
You nodded frantically in his hold, mind illogical at the moment, only consumed with the thought of Jungkook cumming inside of you for the first time and getting it all on camera. You were starting to get close from the lack of blood flow to your brain, your high crashing over you.
"I'm— I'm—"
Jungkook already knew, the spasming of your pussy as you came around him again sending him to that blissful edge. He could feel you all over him, in his mouth, on his cock, in his arms, your arousal now on his own inner thighs too, your slick everywhere as you continuously trembled underneath him.
"Fuck, that's it, cum again, good girl," he sighed into your ear, slowing his rut to groan his praises, talking you through it.
You were gripped around him so tight, nothing could convince him you didn't want his load deep inside of you. Your body was screaming for it, begging him to use you for all you were worth. He knew you deserved it at this point.
"Cunt's tightening around me still like it wants me to cum inside," he hissed. You were moaning so much still. You really were the perfect pornstar for him, just like he was for you. "Wants me to stuff it full so bad. Just begging for it."
He felt himself getting to the edge himself now, needing to release his cum into the back of your cunt where it belonged.
"You're gonna let me breed this little pussy, yeah? Gonna let me fill you up, cum inside?"
Jungkook’s pace quickened, thrusts getting sloppy as he felt you cum on his cock. Before you know it you felt cum shooting into you in massive amounts, creamy white liquid already spilling out of you as he continued pounding into your poor pussy as hard as he could. You whined at the sensation, squirming beneath him as you felt the mess he made. He stilled and buried himself as deep as he could inside you, cockhead pressing firmly against your cervix as it twitched against it, spreading his seed right where it needed to be. He ground his hips up and down, rubbing his balls along your swollen cunt, copious amounts of cum escaping with each slow drag of his body against yours. He forced you to feel full of him and then some, cum having so little room in your tiny pussy, what with Jungkook’s impressive size, that it was impossible to keep it all in.
You held your breath, the sensation of his heavy cock pressing into your guts driving you crazy. Every time you'd try to move your hips forward Jungkook was following behind, hips glued to your ass, unrelenting. He made sure you took everything before he finally started to move again.
His balls repeatedly smacked against your folds from the position he was mounting you in, the sound getting wetter and noisier as his own cum ran down your cunt and splattered against the force of him slapping against you. There was so much of it, and he just kept going, filling you to the brim and fucking it out of you as much as he could manage, until there was a sticky mess covering your sex and inner thighs.
"Fuck, that's it. Take it all. Take my cum like the pretty cumslut you are. So pretty for me."
Finally he buried himself as deep as he could again, balls snug against you as he let out the last few spurts of cum he had left.
You reached behind you, grabbing his balls and gently massaging them, making sure to milk every last drop of him into your pussy. He groaned, shivering under your touch, his cock twitching once more with sensitivity. "Good girl. Such a good fucking girl," he praised, petting your hair gently.
He panted, pulling out, watching the obscene amount of cum spill out of you as he does so. Your thighs trembled, quivering as you tried to keep yourself upright, feeling his load glide between your swollen folds and down your thighs before pooling into the sheets.
"Fuck, I don't think I've cum this much in my entire life," Jungkook said, hand running up your thighs, collecting the cum that had spilled out. He rubbed his messy fingers against your puffy clit, sliding it along your cunt before shoving his fingers inside, wanting as much of it stuffed inside you as possible. "And you're just sitting there, wasting it."
"It's—It's so much," you gasped, feeling more of it coat your thighs as his fingers repeatedly plunged into you.
"No excuse," Jungkook scolded, swatting your ass to prevent any attempts of backtalk, the residue on his fingers now leaving a shine on your skin.
Jungkook took a step back, looking back at the phone to see if it was even capable of capturing the view he had before him. His jaw dropped, seeing your puffy, abused lips swollen with his cum, the way he could see droplets catch the light with every twitch of your thighs. Fuck, it was cinema, nothing he had ever shot before would ever even come close to this. He might as well quit classes now.
A good camera man always makes sure to take advantage of good lighting whenever possible, though.
You let out a small squeal as you feel his big hands on you again, cupping your ass with a firm, aggressive grip that told you he wasn't done with you..
Jungkook spread your cheeks, your messy pussy and winking asshole fully visible on camera.
Grinning, he spread you wider, particularly at the top, before going in at an angle and licking your rim. The smile on his lips was visible to the camera as he ran his tongue up and down, giving it a good view of how he licked you.
It wasn't until you whined that he really went in for it, plunging his tongue in as far as your ass would allow
He popped his tongue out, scooping up the cum that ran through your messy folds and coating his digit. He let one of his shiny, cum covered fingers up to your asshole, circling your rim with the tip, as though he were applying a gloss. Slowly, he pressed the tip of his digit against you, sliding centimeter my centimeter inside, fighting any resistance. The cum that covered him helped, the lubrication giving him a much easier slide the deeper he got in you.
"Fuck, that's so hot," he said once he got his finger in to the last knuckle, your asshole gripping him tightly. "Your ass opens so good for me on camera, baby."
He slipped it out of your ass, plunging the fingers back into the mess below it to gather more cum and shove it back inside. He did it again and again until his digit was easily sliding in, your hole lubricated with both his cum and yours. He increased the digit from one to two, and it was like he was trying to shove as much cum into your unused ass as possible, making sure you'd hold it one way or another.
"Can't believe you're letting me play with your ass like this," he whispered, eyes glazed at the sight. "You're such a slut for me."
You whimpered as he stretched your ass further, feeling his cum inside as he pressed in with a few more dollops, making sure you're messy. You cringed from oversensitivity as he hooked his fingers into your pussy one last time, watching more of his cum spill out.
"Only for you," you groaned, loving the feeling as he sunk the two fingers in your ass again, until cum started to leak from there, too.
"For me or Goldenboy?" he questioned, keeping your cheeks spread as he looks at your two, cum filled holes.
"Both," you answered. "But you especially."
He couldn't help but glow at that, giving two secure pats against your spent pussy and turning off the camera, flipping you over onto your back so he could kiss you once again. "Good girl," he said, pressing his lips deeply against yours, holding you tightly against him, your sweaty bodies molding together. "Did so good for me."
—
You weren’t sure exactly what you were expecting after that encounter. I mean, obviously you still hated the man, but not as much. It helped that he gave good dick and good aftercare, making sure to carry your limp, worn out body into the bath with him to clean you up. He even let you spend the night, his chest warm against your back as you laid in bed. Still, as you quietly slipped your clothes back on the morning after, you were unsure what to make of the dynamic. It wasn’t like he was your boyfriend now or anything. Hell, you didn’t know if this was going to be a regular thing or a one night stand.
Your body shivered remembering everything that happened, and you sincerely hoped it would happen again.
Jungkook didn’t text you after that, and you definitely weren’t the one who was going to text first. It wasn’t like you could be mad at him for this, though. You doubted he knew what to make of it either. He also hadn’t posted anything on his account. No prerecorded videos, no streams, no community notes, nothing.
At the next game night, you found your eyes repeatedly sliding over to him, admiring his profile, staring at the sliver of skin that peeked beneath his hoodie when he yawned and stretched. You knew everything now. Knew what he looked like under those clothes. Knew why he went home early or spent time by himself or refused to come out with the rest of the group some nights.
With all of your questions about him before now answered, what were you to do?
You didn’t drink at all that night, and neither did he. His eyes would catch yours, fleeting glances, eyes dark as though he were thinking of the exact same thing you were.
Your friends were both too plastered and too focused on the game of Life at hand to notice you and Jungkook hadn’t exchanged a single insult all night. That, or they were so grateful they didn’t want to jinx their luck.
You were lowkey convinced he’d go the entire night without talking to you, which you were also lowkey-peeved by, until he caught you in the kitchen.
You were getting another glass of water when you heard familiar footsteps, your favorite internet celebrity appearing before you.
At first you don’t say anything, letting the tension that entered the room simmer in the air as the two of you locked eyes.
“Hey,” he said, voice low, as though he were afraid one of your friends would walk in and overhear your conversation.
“Hey,” you greeted back, taking a sip from your drink, trying not to show how nervous you suddenly were.
He eyed the glass in your hand. “Not drinking tonight?”
“Didn’t feel like it.” You had half the mind to point out he wasn’t, either, but decided you wanted this exchange to become more productive already. “I noticed you haven’t been very active online.”
“Oh? Still checking?” A faint smile appeared on his lips, and he tilted his head to the side. “Why do you even bother?”
“What do you mean?” Were you supposed to unsubscribe after that night? Was it considered weird for you to still watch?
He stepped closer, no longer caring about personal space as he tilted your chin up to look at him, the small touch just as claiming as that night.
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