₊˚⊹ᰔ nora | she/her | twenty one | bi | draco and hyunjin hand holder | taurus | infj | slytherclaw .ᐟ.ᐟ
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dni & warnings: dni homophobia, racism, sexism, ablist, etc. the usual, basically if ur a shitty human dni. there are some works that will be nsfw, minors dni with those. read at your own risk. all characters in nsfw are aged up and 18+
A drunk live with fans leads to your boyfriend fucking you behind the camera.
rough & slow sex. code switching. smut. smau. use of nicknames. established relationship. praise kink. mentions of beer. penetration. sloppy kisses. dirty talk. backshots (oh yeah). slight aftercare. creampie (is this what they call cumming?). wc 2k
slow down ╱ chase atlantic
── 🐰 first drabble! or rather .. first official drabble cause yeahh! also got inspired by jk’s drunk life that he did — bro kept teasing us with that jacket 🤤
oneshot tag ╱ @chwrrybby @mn1jungkook
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The live had been going on for almost 4 hours now — the hotel's internet wasn't exactly great but it wasn't bad either.
It definitely was horrible, Jungkook had to restart his live 3 whole times which back in korea he usually doesn't have too but every tour won't be perfect.
A long day is spent especially when Jungkook gave his all up on stage with the rest of his members. He didn't even change when he got back to his hotel room — he just went live and did whatever, as long as he was with ARMY that's all that mattered to him in that moment.
Luckily for you, Jungkook begged you to go on tour with them. He couldn't stand to be away from you for so long. Reluctantly you agreed simply because your boyfriend gave you his sad puppy eyes and you can never resist those — especially because he has doe eyes.
While Jungkook was talking to his fans — he picked up his phone and started to text you.
A knock at the door interrupted Jungkook's thoughts — he stands up and walks towards the door, “Who is it?”
“Who else would it be?”
Jungkook opens the door and before you could get a word in he hugs you, wrapping his arms around you tightly, “baby you're here!” his words stir slightly but his smile is very bright.
He stumbled a little again and smiles at you, “We have to keep it on the down low okay?"
hiccup
“ARMY can’t see you!”
hiccup
“I missed you ..”, Jungkook spoke quietly as he led into his room and t hen stumbled back into his bedroom — mumbling something incoherent and turned the camera away from the bed.
You looked around before walking towards the bedroom — peeking in slightly, “you still live?”
Jungkook giggled like a little kid receiving candy, “Yeah I am! don't worry though, I turned the camera around so —”
hiccup
“baby maybe you should sleep.”
Jungkook slowly walked towards you and hugged you — breathing in your scent, “I really missed you.”
“Koo I’m literally a couple doors down from you, we see each other almost everyday.”
“I know I know but .. I can't help but miss you when you aren't around me!”
“What's next you're gonna say that you need my aura to survive?”
“Yes!”
“Jungkook!”
“What?? It's true baby! your aura helps me!”
“Oh really? in what way?”
“In every way!”
“mhmm sure it does.”
“I can even name a few!”
You put your phone down on the table and cross your arms, “I’ll be waiting then.”
He giggled again — that giggle does things to you in ways you can't explain, it's so cute.
“You know wrapping me up like this is basically kidnapping right?”
“eh? me kidnapping you?? not in a million years honey — I’d never!”
“mhm sure you wouldn't!”
“I’m serious!”, Jungkook pulls back from the hug slightly and walks towards the bedroom — sitting down on the bed he kicked his shoes off.
He then looked at you and patted the spot next to him, “come and sit yeah?”
“always want me to be close to you hm?”
“obviously!”, he giggled and plopped back on the bed and pulled you down with him as soon as you sat down.
“Did you know that you’re really drunk right now?”
“Me? drunk? noooooooo! I am not —”
hiccup
“— drunk”
“those hiccups tell a different story.”
Jungkook groaned and wrapped one of his legs around your waist, “please stay — it's boring without you here ..”
“It will not be boring!”
“yes it will beeee!”
“Jungkook —”
You couldn't even get another word in as Jungkook kissed you. The kiss was a bit sloppy and slow but you didn't mind it one bit.
Whenever Jungkook was this drunk it would always lead to him fucking you senseless and then pouring his heart out to you afterwards or both happening at the same time.
“baby —”
Jungkook groaned against your lips softly before reluctantly pulling away, “hm?”
“Don't forget your live ..”
“ARMY —”
He kisses you.
“will —”
He kisses you again.
“be —”
A third kiss to your soft lips.
“fine —”
Jungkook kisses you for a fourth and final time causing your head to spin a little by how intense the kisses were — they were infact not intense and very soft.
“koo —”
Another soft kiss to your lips made you giggle which made him giggle — you both were on the bed giggling like teenagers who just witnessed something funny hours prior and still finds it funny now.
“You’re so silly!”
“yeah? I consider myself more of a charmer ..”
“really huh?”
“yeah ..”
“care to prove it?”
Jungkook giggled once more before locking his lips with yours yet again. This time he slipped his tongue inside of your mouth — both of your tongues dancing together.
You could even taste the few beers he had throughout the night.
Your eyes were closed and so were his but you opened yours for a brief moment and glanced over to where the live was still going and tapped Jungkook’s arm twice — that's been the signal since you both started seeing each other, whenever one of you felt uncomfortable or wanted to stop, all you had to do was tap twice, doesn't matter where or how, just tap twice and everything stops.
Jungkook opened his eyes — looking at you he briefly pulled his lips away to focus all of his attention on you, “yes baby?”
“the live is still going koo ..”
“It's not like ARMY can hear anything — we're all the way over here and the camera is all the way over there.” he smirked slightly and glanced over to the camera then back at you, “unless ..”
You look at him — that damn look gets you every time, “What are you plotting now?”
“me? plotting something? nooooo baby I wouldn't do that to you, not now at least ..”
“yeah so you're almost always up to something and you're making that face again so what are you planning hm?”
“don't get mad at me but —”
“I normally always get mad whenever you say something like that.”
Jungkook smirks grew slightly wider, “What if we .. fucked behind the camera?”
You sat up — one of your elbows rested on the bed as you looked over to the camera and then back at Jungkook and then watched as he took his denim jacket off revealing his bare skin and then walking over behind the camera and grabbing it.
He grabbed the camera a bit firmly and lifted it up — walking back over to the bed he placed the camera a few feet away from the bed and sat it on the chair he was previously sitting on, “I'm gonna be a few more minutes ARMY — wait for me yeah?”
“I’m pretty sure the camera will pickup the noise koo ..”
He looked at you and ran his fingers through his hair and he grinned, “not if we're quiet.”
Jungkook kicked off his boots and socks — looking at you he starts to unbuckle his pants, throwing his belt onto the floor and unzipping his pants.
Once his pants were finally off he climed onto the bed and hovered over you — his phone started to ding but he ignored it. His phone continued to ding so he picked it up and answered whoever was texting him.
A few minutes later he finally put his phone back down and silenced it, “now where were we?”
“pretty sure you were going to sleep”
“hah .. nice try baby”
“it was worth a sh —”
Jungkook had kissed you to shut you up — god he really knows how to push all of your buttons just right.
You try to speak but it turns into a gasp as Jungkook slips his tongue inside of your mouth. He snickered slightly and continued to kiss you — each moment that passes by things get more heated.
“baby —”
“shh —”
The kiss got even more heated — his hands romaing over your body, lifting and tugging at things — first your shirt went, then your shoes and socks — followed by your pants and finally your underwear.
“shit —”, you couldn't help but shiver the closer his fingers got to your pretty pussy.
Jungkook’s eyes were half-lidded as he looked up at you, “You like that huh?”
You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, “do it again.”
Jungkook snickered, “I have a better idea.”
“and that is?”
Jungkook hooked one of his fingers onto his boxers and slid them off his eyes never left yours, “turn over onto your stomach.”
You looked up at him and tilted your head, “like right now?”
“yes.”
“okay okay!”, You sat up on the bed and then flipped your body over so that your stomach was on the bed.
“lift your hips for me yeah?”
You simply nodded and lifted your hips.
“sweetheart ..”
“hm?”
“I need you to do me a favor ..”
“what is it?”
“try to stay quiet for me?”
Before you could say anything Jungkook ligned up his cock towards your ass crack and slowly pushed in.
“fuuuuuckkk .. you're so tightt ..”, he let out a breathy groan and leaned his head back briefly.
He shut his eyes before opening them back up again — pushing his cock all the way inside of you and then pulling back out only to slam back in was driving you mad.
“you're doing so good sweetheart ..”
The next few moments began to blur — the fans couldn't hear anything aside from a few of rustling sheets and occasional gasps which Jungkook was taking care of.
Occasionally a few moans and lewd noises would escape hear and there but that just made Jungkook more determined — every moan, every gasp, every lewd noise that the camera would pick up Jungkook would pick up the pace and move faster, whispering filthy praises such as, “be a good girl and take it all yeah?” or other words like “take it all .. you can do it ..” and a few more filthy praises followed.
Jungkook’s stamina was insane, he could go all night if he really wanted to and pushed himself but he knew you’d be worn out after a few rounds much less the first round, not everyone’s body is like his and that's fine.
Just as you were about to cum — he pulls out and flips you over onto your back, looking down at you “spread your legs for me pretty ..” you nodded and spread your legs and with a slow thrust inside of you he groaned.
Your pretty pussy started to clench around Jungkook’s cock sinking him in deeper, “s - shit — ..”
His groans and your moans grew louder and eventually Jungkook got so drunk off of your pussy that his words slurred even more and it was worst this time.
“s’good honey .. cum f’me yeah? don't be s- shy ..”
Jungkook started to sloppily kiss you while picking up the pace.
“o- oh — .. baby please ..”
“please s’what hm?”
“please .. oh please let me cum please ..”
“you know I can't say no when you beg ..”
Jungkook groaned and his already fast pace became animalistic — he was getting so lost while being inside of you. He was so deep inside of you and so drunk off of you that he hadn't realized you made a mess.
Jungkook's eyes were drooping but he still managed to stand up and put his underwear on along with carrying you to the bathroom sink.
He grabbed a washcloth and wet it with warm water — wringing it out he started to clean your thighs, and then working his way up to your inner thighs and then your most sensitive part, being extra careful at where to wipe.
After cleaning you up he picks you up and walks back over to the bed and sets you down, “gonna get one of my shirts f’you to wear mkay?” you could only nod barely as your eyes were drooping as well.
Jungkook stumbled over to his open suitcase and grabbed a random shirt of his — walking back over to you he lifted the shirt up, “c’mon baby .. you need a shirt on .. don't want you getting a cold ..” you reluctantly sat up and lifted up your arms as high as your sleepy state would allow.
Jungkook gently pulled your arms through the sleeves and put the shirt on over you and then climbed into bed — wrapping his arms around you and pulling the blanket out from underneath them to cover them both.
He then kissed your forehead, “comfy?” all you did was nod and drifted off into sleep. He stayed awake a few minutes after you fell asleep but then it got to him as well.
worst behaviour — jeon jungkook , series index , mdni 𑣲 ch: 13 — i’ll stay with you _ written chapter / no smau
banner creds <3 alt chap title ; their first time fucking
warnings: lots of transitions in this chapter. i had to break things up a bit becuz otherwise it would’ve ended up being 20k words and that genuinely scares me guys .. i can't write long chapters. i tried fitting a lot into this one tho,,,, i hope it’s not confusing 😖
most important warning: this chapter contains explicit content (smut) prob the silliest smut ive ever written loll
note: i know u’ve been waiting for their hangout moments, so YAY it’s hereeee — applause pls. you have NO idea the struggle i went thru jus trying to save this draft. and dont even get me started on how long it took to actually finish writing it. this is the chapter i’ve been dying to write since before i even put up the series masterlist. the old version of this chap was 3k words and erm.. that somehow turned into… 10k haha ... anyway. enjoy !! <3
“yes, like i said, go slo— what the hell! i told you to go slow, jungkook!”
“shit—”
“you fucking ruined it,” you exclaim, staring at the screen as his character dies for the third time in the same level. you’ve been sitting here for the last thirty minutes. well, he’s been playing.. you’ve just been hovering next to him on the couch, pointing at the screen like you own the console.
you wanted to play.but he insisted on playing alone because you’re a “book nerd” and “wouldn’t survive five minutes.”
which earned him a smack to the back of his head.
“i told you, you have to wait until the monster appears,” you huff, crossing your arms.he slumps back dramatically into the couch.
“okay, expert. whatever.”
“yeah, whatever,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.
jungkook throws his head back, groaning. “fucking hoseok bro, where is h—”
ding!
you glance at his phone on the small table beside the couch. “i think you got a text.”
“oh, you think so?” he mocks.
you glare at him.
hoseok invited you over for a study session. he said it would “just be the two of you.”
which is hilarious.
because it’s not.
you showed up and hoseok was nowhere to be found. jungkook opened the door instead, looking mildly surprised.
“oh,” he said when he saw you. “you’re early.”
“i’m on time,” you had replied, peeking past him. “where’s hoseok?”
he stepped aside to let you in. “not here.”
and he told you that the other frat guys are out 'doing what they usually do.' weird things you assumed.
“and you?” you asked,
he shut the door behind you. “i’m not in the mood for their fuckery tonight.”
you raised a brow. “wow. character development.”
“shut up,” he muttered, walking toward the living room. “sometimes i enjoy peace.”
“in a frat house?”
“i know, i know. it's a rare event.”
you followed him in, still half expecting hoseok to pop out from somewhere and yell surprise or something stupid like that.
he didn’t.
and now you’re just… waiting.
it’s weird being here again.
last time you were here, your intentions were very different. you were trying to get into hoseok’s pants. bluntly put. you didn’t mean harm of course. you just thought maybe if you pushed yourself enough, something would spark.
it didn’t.
and somewhere along the way, you realized he’s better as a friend. one of those good ones you don’t want to complicate.
a lot happened in three months.
you went from “boring nerd” to “the nerd who messes with popular guys.”
which is obviously a lie.
but it made you feel seen.
and you liked that part.
not the hate messages, nope. just the part where people noticed you. like alexia! she thinks you're cooler now.
“oh… okay,” jungkook says suddenly, setting his phone down.
you snap out of your thoughts. “was it him? is he coming?”
“nah,” jungkook replies. “he’s getting wasted with the others. said he needs it to relax. probably won’t be back till morning.”
you blink.
“oh and i told him you were here. he said he’s sorry he forgot and told me to tell you to go home safe.”
“he.. forgot?” you ask quietly.
“that’s what he said. if you don’t believe me, you can check my phone.”
“no, it’s fine,” you mumble. “i mean… i should get going then.”
you stand, adjusting your bag over your shoulder. but before you can take a step, jungkook speaks.
“we can play another round if you want.”
you pause.
he lifts the controller, then taps the empty spot beside him on the couch. he places the second controller there.
“together.”
you look at him.
“you wouldn’t even let me play a few minutes ago!”
he scrunches his nose. “i just didn’t wanna lose to you.”
you blink. “you think you’d lose to me?”
“duh,” he shrugs. “with all the instructions you’ve been throwing at me? and you’ve never even played this before. i’d most probably lose.”
a laugh escapes you before you can stop it.
he smiles a little at that.
you walk back over, snatching the controller. “watch me prove you right.”
he shifts closer, nudging your knee with his. “don’t cry when i win.”
“don’t cry when i win,” you shoot back.
and just like that, you sit down again. not waiting for anyone anymore.
─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──
“fuuuck, i am tired,” jungkook groans, tossing the controller onto the couch before heading toward the kitchen.
you follow him without thinking.
“for a fuckboy, you have surprisingly low stamina,” you tease.
“i am tired! i was studying the whole day—”
you raise a brow slowly.
he catches it immediately. “i know, yeah, me? studying? woah. impossible,” he mocks himself, then shrugs. “but seriously. i study.”
he opens the fridge and grabs a can of beer. “sometimes,” he adds, closing the door with his hip.
you smile.
“you don’t have to explain yourself,” you say, leaning against the counter as he pops the can open and takes a sip.
“i know,” he replies. “but it’s you i’m talking to, so—”
“what does that mean?” you ask.
he tilts his head slightly, studying your face. “aren’t we friends?”
“yeah?”
he gives you a small smile. “then i gotta prove i’m not as bad as you think i am.”
you open your mouth. “i don’t—”
“you do.”
you pause.
you actually think about it.
and then you sigh. “i do.”
that makes him laugh under his breath. you can’t help but smile a little too.
“see?” he says, pointing the can at you. “at least you’re honest.”
you roll your eyes. “do you have soda?”
he takes another slow sip of his beer. “we have, like, every flavor known to mankind. take your pick.”
you walk to the fridge, turning your back to him as you open it.
he wasn’t lying.
rows of soda cans. different brands. different colors. stacked like it’s a convenience store.
“do you guys not eat actual food?” you mumble, scanning them. “or do you just survive on soda or alcohol?”
“mostly beer,” he replies casually from behind you.
you can hear him taking another slow sip of his beer, leaning against the counter.
and it’s suddenly quiet now.
too quiet.
the fridge hums. you pretend to be very invested in choosing a flavor, even though you’ve already been staring at the same shelf for a solid ten seconds.
and then you feel it.
that awareness.
your shoulders stiffen slightly. and that’s when it finally clicks.
he’s fucking checking you out!
you’re wearing simple jeans and a cropped top. nothing special. just something comfortable for studying.
but still.
you can feel it.
his eyes.
they settle on your lower back first. then lower. lingering longer than necessary.
you turn around abruptly.
his gaze drags up your body slowly before meeting your eyes.
he doesn’t even look embarrassed. just a lazy smirk sitting on his face.
this cocky fucker.
“stop looking at my ass, weirdo,” you snap and grab a pink soda from the fridge before shutting it a little harder than needed.
he raises a brow. “wasn’t.”
“you so were.”
“i was appreciating the fit.”
“it’s jeans and a top.”
“exactly.”
you glare at him.
he pushes himself off the counter, taking another sip. “relax. if i wanted to be obvious, you’d know.”
“oh, so that wasn’t obvious?”
“that?” he tilts his head. “that was subtle.”
you scoff. “you’re such a fuck boy.”
“oh trust me, darling,” he says lightly, eyes still locked on you, “i’m on my best behaviour right now.”
you feel the cold can biting your palm as you crack it open. “really? cuz this seems like your worst.”
he licks his bottom lip slowly, then eyes you up and down as he sets his beer down on the counter with a soft clink, the sound somehow louder than it should be in the quiet kitchen. then he takes two steps forward, until he’s right infront of you.
you blink as he literally towers over you, broad shoulders blocking the light from the overhead fixture.
holy shit, why does he look taller than usual?
“my worst,” he murmurs, voice dropping so low, “would be pinning you right here against this fridge, spreading those pretty thighs, and eating you out until you forget why you're even here in the first place.”
your breath catches and the soda can nearly slips from your fingers. he doesn’t touch you, though. he just leans in closer, close enough that you can smell the beer on his breath. he's so close there's barely two inch space between you two.
“or maybe my worst would be bending you over this counter, yanking those jeans and panties down just enough, and fucking you so deep you feel me for days. and trust me darling, i'd fuck you slow at first... then hard enough the whole house hears how wet you get when you pretend you hate me.”
your thighs clench on reflex.
you gulp.
and he notices of course. the corner of his mouth curls. cuz he's a cocky fucker!!! fuck this guy.
“but i’m being good tonight,” he continues, finally letting one hand drift up. fingertips graze the outside of your arm — light, barely there, goosebumps erupting anyway. “so good i’m not even touching you yet. even though i bet if i slipped my hand between your legs right now, you’d be soaked.”
you swallow again. try to keep your voice steady. “you’re so full of shit.”
you should push him away.
what are you doing, ___?
“am i?” he tilts his head, studying you like prey. “say the word and i’ll prove it, darling. one word. ‘please.’ or ‘yes.’ it's your choice.”
you’re breathing shakily.
you’re so enjoying this even though you know you shouldn’t.
you’ve always noticed that he’s an incredibly hot man. of course. you’re not that stupid.
you noticed the way his shoulders fill out his shirt, the lazy confidence in how he moves, that stupid jawline you’ve caught yourself staring at more times than you’ll ever admit. but you didnt want to just… give in??
he’s a fuckboy for pete’s sake.
the kind who probably has a rotating playlist of girls’ names in his phone. the kind who calls you “darling” and makes it sound personal even when it’s not.
but oh.
whatever he just said — those same lines he probably tells other women — they’re definitely working on you. your pulse is hammering between your thighs, your nipples are tight against the fabric of your bra, and there’s a slick heat building that you’re trying very hard to ignore.
god, you're so fucking horny.
you open your mouth, just a little.
and he tilts his head again.
slow.
waiting.
his eyes are darker now — like he already knows what you’re going to say.
like he’s sure you’ll say yes.
the confidence in that look makes your stomach twist.
he thinks he has you. he thinks all it takes is a few low words and a close step and you’ll fold.
your pulse pounds in your ears. and you’re embarrassed — because those same low words actually did work on you.
for half a second, the word almost slips out. something reckless. something that would change everything between you. completely.
he sees the hesitation.
the way your lips part.
the way your breathing shifts.
he’s so sure.
and that’s exactly why you don’t.
“back off, jungkook.” you say, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible.
he smiles a little. almost disappointed. but obeys. he steps back in a slow pace, hands up in surrender, giving you the space you asked for. you hear the fridge humming behind you again now that his body isn’t blocking everything.
you finally breathe — properly, deeply — like you’ve been underwater.
“what the fuck,” you blurt, voice slightly shaky, “don’t ever do that again. i thought— i thought we were past that stuff and we’re just gonna be friends!” the words tumble out too fast, defensive, like if you say them quick enough they’ll stick in his head.
he nods once. “i am sorry, i was just joking.”
you sulk a little.
a joke.
of course. that’s all he ever does.
then you frown, sharper this time.
“well i don’t like your fucking jokes.”
he nods again. “i get it.”
but he doesn’t move away. doesn’t leave the kitchen. just stands there, leaning one hip against the counter now, arms loosely crossed, watching you with that same quiet intensity. like he’s giving you the out but not really believing you want it.
silence stretches.
the space between you feels colder now.
you definitely feel like you’re the one in control right now.
but somehow,
it doesn’t feel like winning.
at all.
. . . ,
jungkook hates the way that felt.
like he lost.
not in a loud way.. just quiet and subtle. like something shifted and he wasn’t the one in control of it anymore.
he’s used to control.
he’s used to girls laughing at his jokes, rolling their eyes but leaning in anyway. used to pushing buttons just to see reactions. hoseok calls him an annoying motherfucker all the time because of that.
and he likes it.
he likes getting under people’s skin. likes watching them react. likes knowing he can.
with you, it started the same.
you clearly hated him.
or at least that’s what he thought.
every sigh. every eye roll. every “fuck off.”
he figured you were just tolerating him because you had to. because he was around.
and honestly? it was fun. he enjoyed it.
he wanted to see how long it would take.
how long before you cracked. how long before you stopped acting annoyed and started looking at him the way other girls did.
’fuckboy charms.’ that’s what everyone calls it.
he thought it’d be easy. he thought you'd be easy.
but somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling like a game.
lately, when you look at him like that — like he’s just some predictable idiot — it doesn’t feel fun.
it feels… bad.
and he doesn’t even know why.
maybe it’s because you’ve actually been talking. like normal people. sitting next to each other. arguing over dumb stuff. texting late at night about nothing.
friends.
it’s crazy.
because if anyone has brought chaos and stress into your life, it’s him.
he still hates that whole rumor incident.
the rumors..
the picture..
the way your name got dragged into something that wasn’t even your fault.
he remembers sitting in that stupid campus office, across from those campus report idiots, jaw tight while they talked about “appropriate conduct” and “online harassment.”
he had to tell them to mind their own business in the politest way possible.
(a/n: he yelled at them <3)
he had to make sure it didn’t escalate.
had to make sure your name wasn’t officially attached to anything weird.
he never told you how hard he pushed for that.
never told you he almost got into a fight with one of the richest guys in the campus journalism club because they wanted to keep the story up “for engagement.”
never told you he shut it down before it could get worse.
what makes it worse is that none of it was accidental.
he can’t even pretend it was.
the rumors didn’t just appear out of nowhere. he fed them. he encouraged them. he stood too close to you on purpose. leaned in when people were watching. laughed a little too loud when you said something. flirted with you. and he saw the looks. he knew exactly what he was doing.
at first, it was just entertainment.
campus was boring. the frat house was repetitive. girls came and went. nothing stuck. so when you started reacting to him — rolling your eyes, arguing back, refusing to swoon — it felt different. it was interesting.
he told himself it was harmless.
just a dumb excuse to get closer to you.
if people thought there was something going on, fine. that worked in his favor anyway. it created tension. gave him a reason to be around you without it looking random.
the “plan,” if it could even be called that, didn’t make sense. no real strategy. there was no end goal beyond ego. beyond curiosity. beyond wanting to see if you’d eventually give in.
and when you somehow bought into it, he thought ; ‘you know what? whatever works.’
whatever makes it easier.
whatever keeps you close.
he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think it would eventually get him into your bed.
because that’s how it usually worked.
except this time it didn’t.
this time the rumors grew teeth. pictures circulated. people started talking louder. your name got dragged into conversations you didn’t even know were happening.
and suddenly it wasn’t funny.
it wasn’t entertainment anymore.
it was about your.. reputation.
and for the first time, he realized he’d started something he couldn’t fully control.
that’s the part that sits heavy in his chest.
because yeah, he tried to fix it — with the campus office.
and he also did the valentina thing.
but that wasn’t random. it was messy. stupid. impulsive. he knows.
but he just wanted the attention off you.
he figured if he looked like the asshole on purpose — an asshole who fucks around with girls — people would stop digging.
and maybe you would’ve gotten mad if you knew he was picking fights behind the scenes.
maybe you wouldn’t.
but what would that change?
you’d probably still look at him the same way.
like he’s trouble. like he’s temporary. like he’s someone you survive, not someone you choose.
and that’s what really gets to him right now.
not that you said back off.
not that you didn’t give in.
it’s that you think that’s all he is.
a joke.
he's still leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching you avoid his eyes.
and this time, jungkook doesn’t want to win.
he just wants you to see him.
he wants your validation.
and that annoys him more than anything.
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you hear jungkook sigh.
it’s quiet, almost under his breath.but you hear it. and for some reason, it makes your chest feel tight.
you kind of blew up.
okay, he started it. he pushed. he said what he said. he deserved the snap.
still.
seeing him go quiet like that — throws you off guard.
he looks almost sulky.
and annoyingly, it’s cute.
which is insane.
because whatever he just said five minutes ago was not cute.
it was bold. reckless. (kinda hot...)
your stomach flips at the memory.
focus.
stop falling for his tricks.
you inhale slowly, forcing your brain to reboot. “let’s play a few more rounds,” you say, voice steadier now.
he blinks at you. like he didn’t expect that.
“the game?” he asks.
you give him a look. “duh. come on.”
you walk past him toward the couch, soda in hand, pretending everything is normal. pretending your heart isn’t still beating a little too fast.
you sit down, tuck one leg under you and grab the controller.
“are you coming or what?” you call out.
there’s a small pause behind you.
then you hear him move.
he picks up his beer again, but doesn’t drink from it. just sets it on the coffee table and drops onto the couch beside you — not too close. but not far either.
there's a careful distance between you two.
“don’t cry when i win,” he mutters.
“you literally lost three times already.”
“i was distracted.”
you scoff. “sure you were.”
the game starts again. bright colors flashing across the screen. buttonsmashing.
and slowly, the tension shifts.
not gone, of course. its just… tucked away.
your shoulders brush once when you both lean forward at the same time.
neither of you comments on it.
he laughs when you mess up a move. you shove him lightly with your elbow.
it feels almost normal again.
almost.
but every now and then, when you glance at him from the corner of your eye, he’s already looking at you.
and this time,
there’s no smirk.
just something softer.
and honestly , that... might be worse.
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“okay, i… i think i should go now. it’s getting late,” you say, glancing at the clock on the wall as you push yourself up from the couch.
the air feels calmer now, not charged like before. just slightly uncomfortable, like something unsaid is sitting between you.
“thank you for the ice cream,” you add, brushing nonexistent crumbs off your jeans.
jungkook looks up at you from where he’s sitting. “it’s okay. it wasn’t even mine.”
you freeze. “what?”
he shrugs. “it’s hoseok’s.”
you stare at him. “what the fuck? why would you let me eat it then?”
“relax,” he says quickly, sitting up straighter. “it’s hoseok’s. he wouldn’t care. especially since he literally ditched you tonight.”
the words hang there.
he notices it instantly — the way your posture shifts. the way your smile fades just a little.
“i didn’t mean it like that,” he adds.
you inhale slowly. “no, it’s okay. he did kind of ditch me. but it doesn’t really matter. it was just a study session.”
you say it lightly.
too lightly.
“right,” he says. you both stand there for a moment, neither moving.
the tv screen flickers behind you. someone laughs faintly in the distance outside the house. life continuing like normal.
“anyway,” you say, grabbing your bad. “thanks for keeping me entertained, i guess.”
he huffs a small laugh. “anytime.”
there’s a beat of silence again.
“i’ll walk you out,” he says.
“you don’t have to.”
“let me, ___.”
for some reason, you don’t argue.
he opens the front door. cool night air rushes in, carrying the sound of crickets and distant cars. you step onto the porch. the string lights above flicker softly.
“text me when you get home,” he says.
you glance at him. “why?”
“because it’s late,” he replies, like it’s obvious.
you hesitate, then nod. “okay...”
after a moment of silence, you speak up again.
“goodnight, jungkook.”
“night,”
you walk down the porch steps, gravel crunching under your shoes as you head toward the sidewalk.
you don’t turn back.
but you hear behind you, the door clicking shut.
and as you walk, you start thinking.
not in a romantic or dramatic way.
you know you don’t like him like that. you’re very sure about that. you don’t sit around imagining dates or soft moments or whatever things people do when they catch feelings. you’re not thinking about his smile or how he walked you out or any of that.
you’re thinking about how close he was.
how low his voice got.
how your body reacted before your brain could catch up.
and that’s what’s bothering you.
because this isn’t emotional.
it’s physical.
and it’s really frustrating.
is it really that bad to just sleep with him?
damn. did you just think that?
well, you’ve been acting like it would mean something huge — like it would define you. like it would make you weak or predictable or exactly what people expect if you slept with him.
but at the end of the day, you’re just… attracted to him. physically.
he’s hot. objectively and unfairly.
that cocky confidence that makes him lean in like he already knows the effect he has.
you’re not blind.
and tonight proved that your body definitely isn’t immune either. but attraction isn’t the same as liking someone. you don’t suddenly and completely trust him. you don’t suddenly see him as boyfriend material. you’re not rewriting his entire personality in your head.
he’s still a cocky fuckboy.
the only difference is that lately, he hasn’t been pushing you. he jokes, yeah. but when you tell him to stop, he stops. and he even apologises??
and that’s new.
and maybe that’s why you’re rethinking it.
not because you’re falling for him.
but because you’re wondering if it really has to be that serious.
maybe it could just be… fun.
no feelings.
no expectations.
just two people who clearly want each other.
you exhale sharply at the thought. but then your brain immediately pushes back.
does he want you?
physically? is he actually attracted to you?
or was that just another performance?
he literally said he was joking.
was that his way of testing you? seeing if you’d fold first? are you about to fall straight into some ego trap where he laughs later and tells his friends how easy you were to fuck with?
your stomach twists.
are you actually stupid?
you always move like you know what you’re doing. you’re the rational one. the careful one. the one who thinks things through.
so what exactly are you doing right now?
you slow down.
then you stop walking entirely.
the streetlight above you hums faintly. your breath fogs in the cold air.
all of this — the spiral, the overthinking, the sudden heat under your skin — because of that stupid stunt he pulled in the kitchen.
because he leaned in.
because he looked at you like he knew what you wanted.
because he those... things!!
you take a deep breath.
and another.
and you tell yourself ;
he’s not your best friend.
he’s not some fragile situation you have to protect.
he’s a fuckboy.
and you’re single.
you’re allowed to want someone.
you're allowed to fuck someone.
you’re allowed to do something reckless for once without turning it into a personality crisis.
your heart is beating harder now, but it’s not fear. it’s adrenaline. you stare back at the frat house down the block, and you turn around.
. . .
fuck it.
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jungkook stands there again, door open. he looks mildly confused at first — until he fully registers that it’s you standing on the porch.
his brows lift slightly.
“did you forget something?” he asks.
you swallow.
this was much easier in your head.
“yeah,” you say, forcing your voice not to shake.
he waits.
tilts his head slightly.
“what?” he asks.
instead of answering, you step closer, dropping your bag. the porch light catches in his eyes. he doesn’t move. doesn’t step back. just watches you. and you notice his gaze dropping to your lips for half a second.
it’s subtle.
but you see it.
“this,” you say quietly.
and before your brain can interrupt you again, you close the distance. your hand grips the front of his t-shirt and you yank him down just enough to crash your mouth against his.
jungkook legit stumbles half a step back like you just tased him — eyes wide for a solid half-second before his brain catches up.
then boom.
he’s on you like he’s been waiting for this exact moment since the dawn of time.
one hand slams to the back of your neck ; fingers tangling in your hair like he’s trying to anchor you to his face. the other grabs your waist so hard you’re pretty sure you’ll have fingerprints tomorrow. he kisses you back like a man possessed: messy, aggressive, tongue diving straight in with zero chill. it’s all teeth and heat and the faint taste of beer still lingering on him.
you make this stupid little “mmph” sound — half moan, half what-the-fuck — and he growls into your mouth like that noise personally offended him.
he steps fully out onto the porch now, onto you. the cool night air hits you both but does nothing to cool the furnace between you. he spins you around fast — your lower back slams against the porch railing (not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make you gasp), and he pins you there with his whole body. hips grinding forward shamelessly so you can feel exactly how fast he got hard.
when he finally rips his mouth away, you’re both panting like you ran a sprint. his forehead drops to yours, hair falling into his eyes, lips red and slightly swollen.
“what the actual fuck,” he rasps, voice all gravel. “you just— you came back and—”
“shut up,” you snap, still clutching his shirt like it’s a lifeline. “don’t make it weird.”
“me?” he breathes out, half laughing. “you’re the one who walked away and then came back just to shove your tongue down my throat.”
“correction,” you fire back, still breathless, cheeks burning, “you’re the one who shoved it down mine.”
he scoffs — this quiet, shocked laugh that shakes his chest and shakes his head like he can’t believe the words that just came out of your mouth.
“unbelievable,” he mutters, but there’s a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. the kind that says he’s equally surprised and turned on.
his hand is still clamped on your waist like he’s afraid you’ll leave again. yours is still fisted in the front of his t-shirt, pulling him closer even though you’re trying to act like you’re in control.
“what are you doing, ___?” he asks, and his voice drops — not mocking anymore, just low and rough, like he actually wants to know. he’s breathing heavier now, chest rising and falling against yours.
you open your mouth.
nothing comes out.
the adrenaline crashes into doubt like a car wreck.
is this stupid?
are you about to become another late-night story he tells the guys while they laugh and pass around beers?
are you proving every single rumor right — the nerd who finally caved for the hot fuckboy?
will you wake up tomorrow hating yourself, hating him, hating the way your body’s screaming yes while your brain’s screaming no?
your thoughts spin so fast you almost feel dizzy.
“hey.”
you blink.
he’s looking at you. the cocky smirk is gone. his eyes are narrowed, focused, like he’s trying to read every flicker on your face. his hand lifts slowly — giving you every chance to flinch away.
but you don’t.
his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, soft, almost careful. and he leans in closer. his forehead pressing to yours again, noses brushing, so close you can feel the heat radiating off him.
“stop thinking so fucking much,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. “you’re doing it again; the overthinking. i can see it.”
your heart slams against your ribs.
“just tell me yes or no.”
you swallow.
“yes or no, darling?”
the pet name hits different this time — less cocky, more raw.
you breathe in. then breathe out.
“i…” you start, voice cracking just a little.
he doesn’t move. just watches. just waits for you.
“i wanna fuck,” you say.
the words drop like a grenade.
you can’t believe they came out of your mouth.
but they did.
cuz you are crazy.
he exhales one rough “fuck” against your lips. then he kisses you.
it's hard and desperate, like something inside him finally snapped. like he was waiting for this.
his mouth crashes back onto yours, one hand sliding up to grip the back of your neck while the other yanks your hips flush against him so you can feel exactly how much your words wrecked him.
you moan into it — shameless, needy — and he groans right back, the sound vibrating between you.
when he pulls away this time it’s only an inch, just enough to speak against your mouth.
“this is crazy,” he breathes. “been thinking about this for way too long.”
you tilt your head slightly. “you said you were joking earlier.”
he laughs once. “i lied.”
oh.
“you wanna fuck, right?” he rasps. “you really wanna?”
you don’t even hesitate.
“i wanna fuck, jungkook.”
he laughs again — almost victorious.
then he’s kissing you again, walking you backward through the doorway, kicking it shut so hard the frame rattles.
and whatever doubt was left?
it’s completely gone.
“my room?” he asks between kisses,
you don’t even hesitate. “anywhere,” you breathe against his mouth, already chasing his lips again, kissing him harder like you can’t even stand halfsecond apart.
jungkook pulls back just enough to look at you — eyes wide, lips parted, this stupid, delighted grin spreading across his face.
he’s never seen you like this.
never.
this is not the snarky, eye-rolling, “fuck off jungkook” version of you. not the one who calls him out mid sentence or smacks the back of his head when he’s being extra.
this version? oh you're needy.
your hands are everywhere, hips grinding against him without shame, little whimpers slipping out every time his teeth graze your bottom lip.
it’s fucking hot.
and he loves it.
“anywhere?” he repeats, voice rough and amused, like he’s testing if you’re serious.
you nod frantically, fingers already tugging at his waistband. “yes. shut up and pick one before i change my mind and leave you hard and whining.”
he laughs loud, breathless, a little unhinged — and it vibrates against your neck where he’s already kissing again.
“fuck, i love this side of you,” he mutters, half to himself. “didn’t know you had it in you, darling.”
“if you keep talking, you’ll never find out what else i have in me,” you snap, but it comes out more moan than threat because his hand just slid under your top, palming your breast.
he groans at that.
“shit, okay. anywhere it is.”
in one quick move he spins you both. your back hits the hallway wall with a soft thud and he’s already lifting you like it’s nothing, hands gripping under your thighs so you can wrap your legs around his waist on pure instinct.
he stumbles half a step — almost slips — because you’re both clinging so fucking hard to each other it’s ridiculous: your arms locked around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders and his fingers on your hips.
you’re laughing into each other’s mouths now — breathless, messy, chaotic giggles that get cut off every time your lips crash back together. you’re both so ridiculously turned on that everything feels stupid-hot-urgent all at once.
he has to pull back for a second just to catch his breath, forehead pressed to yours, both of you smiling like idiots even though you’re panting.
“fuck,” he curses,
“very smooth,” you tease against his mouth.
“shut up,” he grins. “you’re the one who said anywhere.”
“okay then, let’s do it everywhere.”
jungkook echoes it back like he’s not sure he heard right : “everywhere?”
you smirk.
“everywhere.”
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“o-oh fuck, jungkook, yes!” you moan, fingers knotted tight in his hair, yanking hard enough to make him groan into you.
his head’s buried between your thighs, your legs clamped around his neck like a vice. your hips are lifted off the wall, back arched as he kneels there, your clothes are long gone, crumpled somewhere down the hall next to his discarded clothes.
he’s been tongue-fucking you for minutes that feel like forever: slow drags, filthy circles, then fast flicks that make your vision blur. the frat house is dead quiet, doors locked, everyone else gone, just the wet sounds of his mouth and your broken gasps echoing off the walls.
“mm, you taste so fucking sweet,” he mutters against you, voice muffled and wrecked. he laps flat over your clit, then sucks the swollen bud between his lips, teeth grazing just enough to make you jolt before he releases it with a lewd pop. “could eat this pretty pussy all goddamn day.”
and with no warning, your orgasm slams into you. hard. your whole body locks up, thighs shaking around his head, a choked “jungkook—” ripping out of your throat as you come undone on his tongue.
he doesn’t stop though. he swallows every drop, tongue still working slow lazy strokes through your pulsing folds until you’re squirming, whimpering, oversensitive and twitching.
finally and slowly, he rises, dragging his mouth up your body in one long, wet line. his hands hook under your thighs and lift you like you weigh nothing. your legs wrap around his waist again as he pins you back to the wall, hips slotting between yours so you can feel how painfully hard he is.
he’s breathing heavy, chin shiny with your juices, that cocky fucking grin already curling his lips as he watches you gasp for air.
“you want me for real, don’t you.”
you blink at him through the haze. “are you kidding me? right now?”
you just came so hard your legs are still trembling, and he’s asking you this shit? but the post-orgasm glow makes everything softer, funnier. annoyance melts into a breathless little laugh that bubbles out of you.
“you came so much, so—”
you cut him off, crashing your mouth to his. it’s messy and sloppy. your tongue sliding against his so you can taste yourself, and to be honest.. just to shut him up.
he moans into the kiss, hands flexing on your thighs like he’s fighting not to grind up into you yet.
when he finally pulls back an inch, both of you panting into the same air, then he rasps,
“where to next, darling?”
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“t-that tickles,” you giggle, squirming a little when jungkook’s fingers start softly rubbing circles along your waist while his tongue lazily laps at your right nipple.
“my tongue?” he asks, voice muffled against your skin as he flicks his eyes up to meet yours, then shifts over to your left nipple, kissing it slow and open-mouthed before sucking lightly.
you’re both sprawled out on the cool kitchen tiles— his body hovering over yours, hands roaming up and down your sides like he can’t decide where to touch first.
“your hands,” you gasp softly, the warmth of his mouth making your breath hitch.
“mmhm,” he hums low in his throat, satisfied. his palms slide higher, cupping both your breasts, squeezing them gently at first, then firmer. you arch your back instinctively when he pushes them together, burying his face right between them, licking slow stripes, nipping at the soft skin with just enough teeth to make you shiver.
the words tumble out before you can overthink them.
“can i suck your dick?”
jungkook freezes. pulls back just enough to stare down at you, eyes wide, brows shooting up in genuine surprise.
he clearly wasn’t expecting that.
“you wanna?” he asks, voice a little rough, a little stunned, like his brain is still catching up.
you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face at how thrown he looks.
“why do you look so surprised? never got your dick sucked before?” you tease, propping yourself up on your elbows just to see his reaction better.
he blinks once. then rolls his eyes— dramatic, exaggerated, the way you usually do to him and his lips curve into that familiar smirk.
it’s hilarious how the tables have flipped; normally you’re the one giving him the eye-rolls.
“jus makin sure,” he mutters, trying to play it cool even though the flush creeping up his neck gives him away. his hands are still on your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples absentmindedly like he can’t stop touching you.
you chuckle and reach down between you, wrapping your fingers around his length. he’s rock-hard, hot and thick in your hand, pulsing eagerly as you give him one slow, teasing stroke.
jungkook hisses through his teeth, hips jerking forward on instinct, chasing your touch.
“relax, fuckboy. i won’t bite.”
“fuck,” he breathes, shifting to sit up. “you’re full of surprises tonight.”
you sit up too, fully now, leaning toward him with slow, deliberate intent. “good ones, i hope,” you murmur, fingers trailing lightly down his abs as you close the distance.
“the best ones,” he rasps, voice low and wrecked, eyes glued to you. he can’t look away. especially not now, with you completely naked in front of him like this.
fuck, he thinks you look like a goddamn goddess: skin flushed, hair messy, eyes locked on his with that mix of tease and hunger, lips already brushing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his stomach, trailing lower.
his abs tense under your mouth. he swallows hard.
“not here,” he says suddenly, voice rougher than before.
you pause, lips hovering just above his skin, and look up at him through your lashes.
“then where?”
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“y-you're doing so good, f-fuck,” he groans, fingers twisting tight in your hair as you choke and drool around his cock.
you’re on your knees between his spread thighs, hands gripping the tense muscle of his legs while he sits naked on the couch, head tipped back, chest heaving.
he bucks his hips up, just a shallow thrust, pushing deeper into your throat, and the low, wrecked moan that rips out of him says everything: he fucking loves this.
“mmfph—” you make a muffled, wet sound, eyes watering as saliva drips down your chin.
he looks down at you, taking in the sight: your lips stretched wide around him, cheeks flushed, tears clinging to your lashes. his free hand reaches out, thumb gently wiping away a tear that slips free, rubbing soft, soothing circles on your cheek. the tenderness clashes hard with the way he’s still buried in your mouth, but it makes your stomach flip anyway.
“that’s it, darling,” he whispers, voice barely audible but rough as gravel. “you’re being such a good girl… sucking my cock like that, looking up at me with those eyes. you look so fucking pretty.”
you pull back just enough to drag in a shaky breath, strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip, then dive right back down, head bobbing faster, tongue pressing flat along the underside, taking him as deep as your throat will let you.
each time you swallow around him he lets out a guttural groan.
“oh fuck— m close,” he grunts, his grip in your hair loosening just a fraction.
you pull off with a wet pop, chest heaving.
“can i—” he starts, voice strained, but you’re already opening your mouth wide, tongue out flat, eyes locked on his.
he curses under his breath.
you're so fucking hot. he thinks.
and wraps his hand around the base, stroking himself fast, erratic.
then he comes.
hot, thick ropes spill across your tongue, landing messy and perfect. you keep your mouth open the whole time, letting him watch every pulse, every drop, before you swallow it all down slow, then lean in to lick him clean — soft kitten licks along his sensitive length until he’s twitching and oversensitive.
you pull away finally, lips swollen, chin shiny, and flash him a proud, smug little smile.
he chuckles breathlessly , shaking his head like he can’t quite process what just happened.
“oh yeah, i… holy shit,” he laughs to himself, dragging a hand down his face.
you tilt your head, still kneeling between his legs. “what?”
“i wanna fuck you so bad, you have no idea.”
you bite your lip before saying;
“let’s go then.”
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“did you fuck anyone here before?” you ask, looking up at jungkook from between your legs. your thighs are wrapped snug around his waist, back sinking into the soft mess of his bed sheets.
“no,” he says simply, reaching over to the nightstand drawer for a condom. “i don’t bring girls here.”
“why not?” you raise an eyebrow, curious.
“because i’m never alone in this house, you know, the guys and all.” he explains, tearing the packet open with his teeth in one smooth motion.
“but we’re alone right now,” you point out, eyes tracking his hands, “and you have condoms in your drawer.”
“i was supposed to go out tonight, yeah, but like i said, i was tired and i felt like staying in.” he rolls the condom down his length with practiced ease. “and honestly? so glad i did. and uh, i just keep them here.. no specific reason.”
you smack his shoulder lightly, playfully. he lets out a soft chuckle, the sound low and warm.
“now, darling. are you really sure about this?” he asks, hands settling on your hips, thumbs brushing gentle circles over your skin as he holds you steady.
“for the nth time, yes,” you say, a little exasperated but still breathless. “it’s gonna be a one-time thing. like any other girl you’ve fucked before.”
“hey, don’t compare yourself to them.”
“why not? am i any different?”
“yes. very.”
“how so?”
he pauses, actually thinks for a second, eyes flicking over your face. he doesn't answer your question. instead, he just smirks.
“can we focus on the fuck session right now?”
you roll your eyes.
“i really love knowing i can make your eyes roll without even putting it in,” he says, voice dropping as he grips his cock, rubbing the thick head slowly along your slick folds.
you whimper at the teasing drag, hips twitching up toward him on instinct.
“j-just fucking put it in,” you breathe, half plea, half demand.
he grins, leaning down until his mouth hovers over yours. “say please, darling.”
“if you think i’m gonna beg for it, think again,” you shoot back, narrowing your eyes at him even as your thighs tighten around his waist.
he chuckles and shakes his head. “so bossy.”
then, without another word, he pushes in slow.
“f-fuck…” you bite your lower lip hard, eyes squeezing shut as he stretches you open, inch by inch. the fullness hits like a shock, its intense, almost too much, but laced with that slow-building heat that makes your toes curl.
he pauses halfway, watching your face carefully. “you okay, darling?” his voice is softer now, genuine concern cutting through the cockiness.
“y-yeah,” you manage, breathing shallow and quick. “just… bigger than i expected.”
his grin spreads wide.
“oh god, did i just boost your ego?” you groan.
“you sure did,” he rasps, voice a little shaky from holding back. but the grin doesn’t slip as he starts moving— slow, steady thrusts that drag against every sensitive spot inside you.
normally you’d fire off some sassy comeback to wipe that look off his face.
but right now?
it feels way too good to form words.
you just arch up into him, nails digging into his shoulders, letting the rhythm take over.
. . . ,
you’re staring up at the ceiling of jungkook’s bedroom, you can hear the headboard knocking softly against the wall with every roll of his hips.
and between one perfect, blinding thrust — a thought slices through the haze like ice water:
this is jungkook.
the jeon jungkook.
the same jungkook you’ve spent literal months dodging like he’s a walking red flag.
how the actual fuck did you end up here?
the pleasure is stupid-good. every slide of him inside you hitting that spot makes your thighs shake and your breath stutter, but in the back of your mind, a tiny, annoying voice keeps whispering: you’re really doing this. with him. after all that.
out of everyone on campus — out of every “nice” guy. you never, ever pictured this with jungkook.
jungkook, who you’ve spent months side-eyeing. jungkook, who you’ve rolled your eyes at so many times your eye muscles probably have abs now. jungkook, who you’ve told to fuck off in every tone imaginable. jungkook, whose every smirk and “darling” made you want to punch him and kiss him in the same breath. (but mostly punch)
you’ve rejected him. many times.
like that late-night text chain where he sent a shirtless gym mirror pic with a casual “wanna come over?” - to which you replied with a middle-finger emoji and went back to studying.
or that time in the library when he “accidentally” brushed your thigh under the table and you kicked his shin hard enough to make him yelp and then pretended it never happened.
you were proud of those rejections. they felt like power. like proof you weren’t just another girl who melted for the hot fuckboy.
and yet. here you are. in his bed. letting him fuck you slow and deep like he’s got all night to prove something. letting him murmur “you feel so fucking good” against your collarbone.
and you like it.
god, you like it so much it’s embarrassing.
the way he fills you, hitting spots that make your breath hitch every single time. the way his hands grip your hips. the way he looks at you— not just cocky, not just hungry, but… focused. like right now , you’re the only thing that exists.
you like it.
you arch up into him harder, chasing the feeling, chasing the edge, trying to drown out the voice in your head that’s whispering:
what happens when the sun comes up? what happens when you have to look him in the eye tomorrow and he gives you that cocky smile, the one that says “yeah… we're done now.” which really means the friendship is quietly over? that it was all a lie? what happens if this turns out to be the worst decision you’ve ever made because you let your horny brain take the wheel and crashing straight through every boundary you set? what if he ghosts you? what if he stops texting? what if he got exactly what he wanted— your body, your moans, your surrender..? and now the chase is done, the game ends, and you’re left holding the bag of regret?
“darling,” jungkook murmurs, his lips brushing your cheek in soft, scattered kisses, peppering from the corner of your eye down to the edge of your mouth like he’s trying to map every inch of you. “stay with me.”
he doesn’t say it like a command. he says it like a plea, breath hot against your skin, hips still rolling.
you hook your legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, nails raking down his back just to feel him shudder.
“don’t stop,” you whisper against his mouth, kissing him quick and messy so he can’t see whatever stupid expression is on your face right now.
he groans into the kiss, hips snapping forward harder now, chasing his own edge too.
“fuck— yeah, just like that,” he rasps, forehead dropping to yours. “you feel so fucking good, darling… don’t think, just feel me. just let go.”
you do.
you let the pleasure swallow the doubt whole.
let his mouth on yours, his hands on your hips, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot drown everything else out.
because tomorrow?
tomorrow you’ll deal with whatever fallout comes.
tonight?
tonight you just want to come so hard you forget your own name.
. . . ,
so you did.
on his bed, you came once— hard and sudden.
“y-yes!!” you cry out, the pleasure crashing over you in blinding waves as your body trembles and clenches around him, thighs shaking where they’re locked around his hips.
jungkook’s breath stutters, eyes squeezing shut for a second. “fuck— yeah, that’s it, darling, come all over me,” he groans, hips jerking up to meet every pulse of your orgasm until you’re gasping, oversensitive and boneless.
but you both didn't stop there.
you came again.
“oh my go— i am— fuck!” jungkook moaned, head falling back against the pillow as you took control, riding him hard. your hands braced on his chest, nails digging into the ink there while your hips bounced, grinding down in tight circles that made him curse under his breath every time you bottomed out.
his hands roamed, gripping your waist, sliding up to squeeze your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples until you’re whimpered again. the wet sounds of you taking him filled the room, obscene and perfect.
you leaned forward, kissing him messy and desperate, tasting salt and heat, and he met you thrust for thrust until the second orgasm rips through you, making your vision white out for a heartbeat as you clench down so hard he hisses.
“shit— oh yes, that felt fuckin amazing.” he rasped, half-laughing as his hands clamped on your hips to keep you moving through it.
and then, again...
“you like that, hm? you like getting your pussy fucked from behind?” his voice was a low growl, as he gripped your ass hard, spreading you open before slamming back in. it was deep, relentless, the angle hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over.
skin slaps against skin were loud and rhythmic.
“jungkook—fuck— i can’t—” you gasped, but your body betrayed you, pushing back to meet every thrust, chasing that third peak like it was the only thing left in the world.
he leaned over you, chest to your back, one hand sliding around to find your clit ; rubbing fast, firm circles that made your whole body lock up.
“yes you can,” he murmured hot against your ear, voice shaking with how close he was too. “come for me one more time, darling. let me feel you soak my cock again.”
the command tipped you over.
you came. harder than before, a full-body convulsion that had you crying out his name like a prayer, walls fluttering and pulsing around him so tight, pleasure so intense it borders on pain, but you don’t want him to stop, didn't want it to end, yet.
jungkook follows right after hips stuttering, a choked “___—” tearing from his throat as he comes, grinding through the aftershocks until you’re both trembling, spent, and collapsed in a sweaty heap on the sheets.
. . . ,
“holy shit.”
jungkook groans as he collapses onto the bed beside you, chest heaving, eyes squeezed shut like he’s trying to remember how breathing works. sweat clings to his skin, tattoos glistening. then his voice comes out wrecked and lazy: “i was right , i fucking knew you were a freak.”
for a few long minutes, the room is just ragged breathing and the faint hum of the ac. your heart’s still slamming against your ribs, thighs sticky, body humming with leftover sparks.
then you prop yourself up on one elbow, still completely naked, hair a tangled mess, and start tracing lazy patterns across his chest with your fingertips.
“one more round?” you ask, voice soft but playful, a lazy smile tugging at your lips.
he cracks one eye open. then chuckles.
“yeah, right.”
you tilt your head, brow arching in that challenging way you always do when you’re about to win an argument.
his other eye opens. “oh, you’re serious?”
you shrug one shoulder, casual as hell. “i can take some more, i guess.”
he stares at you like you just grew a second head. “how are you not tired?”
you give him a small, smug grin. “good stamina.”
he lets out a disbelieving laugh, dragging a hand down his face. “fuck… you’re insane.”
but the way he’s looking at you now, like he's fascinated, says that he’s into it. very into it.
you pout.
it's a full-on, bottom-lip-out kind of pout and you bat your lashes just enough to be ridiculous. “pleaseee, jungkook, one more time!!”
his brows shoot up.
he’s never seen you like this. whiny. needy. cute.
the same girl who would kill him for breathing too loud is now curled against his side, voice all soft and pleading, eyes big and hopeful.
and yeah… it’s definitely doing something to him. his heart does a weird little flip which he immediately blames on the post-nut exhaustion.
“how about this,” he says, grin sliding slow across his face as he props himself up on one elbow to face you. “we take a shower. and maybe we can go for another round there, hm?”
“shower sex?” you ask, perking up for a second.
he nods, already imagining it.
you shake your head immediately. “no, it’s not really… safe. slippery tiles, bad angles, concussion risk. pass.”
he throws his head back and laughs ; it's tired but still.. delighted. “you’re thinking about concussions right now?”
you shrug again. “safety safety.”
he sighs dramatically, flopping back onto the pillow. “well then, no more sex for tonight.” he reaches over, tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear with surprising gentleness. “maybe some other night.”
you scoff. “oh okay, i see what you’re doing.”
“what?” he asks, his tone laced with fake innocence.
you flop back onto the pillow, stretching your arms above your head. you feel your thighs ache in the best-worst way.
“there’s no other time.”
he turns his head to look at you, grin turning teasing. “aw damn. i really loved it, though. we should do this again.”
you side eye him. “you wish.”
he chuckles and before you can protest, his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against his side. your head ends up tucked under his chin, his heartbeat thumping steady against your cheek.
#1 i have used the word “cocky” approximately 987682 times in this chapter (and a few other words). please forgive the repetition. my vocabulary sucks 🤓
#2 anywayyy i tried to bring back those old wattpad fic vibes with this one. it’s a silly fic. so it’s messy. dramatic. chaotic. but mostly silly :p
#3 there’s actually sm i want to talk about in this chapter but i genuinely don’t even know where to start </3 lmk ur thots !!!
synopsis: your boyfriend has a problem. he cant stop clinging to you, finding every excuse to cuddle right up next to you, sometimes even on you. but you want to show him you love him too, so you do what you do best.
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“draco. youre acting like an actual pest—,” you say, trying to push his head away from where it rests on your chest. he resists, burying his face further into your pyjamas.
“draco.”
“yes, love?” he says, muffled through your clothes. he shifts, peering up at you with those mist-covered grey eyes you can never seem to resist.
“nothing.” you huff, threading your fingers through his hair, shifting his head back again so his face is pressed against your front.
“i can feel your stupid smirk.”
he laughs, palms cool by your waist, riding your shirt up a bit, making you gasp. “youre like a corpse. pale as one too,” you huff, bending your head down to kiss his hair.
he chuckles again, squeezing your waist. “yeah?”
you hum, slightly drifting off to sleep in your now basically shared bed in the single-bed dorm room you requested. “this defeats the purpose of having a single-person bedroom.” you say through a yawn.
“we know damn well you want me to be here.” he says with a half-smug smile. he shifts, starting to lightly kiss your neck, feeling your breathing grow more relaxed.
“good night, draco.”
“night,” he mumbles against your jaw.
“love.” you stir, draco’s gruff morning voice waking you up. “hm? i was asleep,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes once you noticed he wasn’t laying on you anymore.
“i saw that.” he chuckled, pushing your hair out of your face. “i love you,” he says. you blink.
“well? something to say to me after that?”
“huh? oh. i love you, too.” draco rolls his eyes,
“yet you needed to be reminded to say it back?”
you knew he was just joking, but your stomach made that weird feeling—the bad, guilty kind. “just woke up, baby. sorry,” you mumble, squeezing his wrist.
he grins, “i know. im kidding,” he stands up, “gonna shower. in my own bathroom, ive pestered you enough.” he chuckles at his own joke, unlocking and locking the door behind him.
you lean back, mind rushing. what could you do to make it up to him? these past couple of days, he’s been remarkably sweet and clingy with you, both emotionally and especially physically.
you sighed, reaching for your wand on your bedside drawer, blinking when you grasp your quill instead. you blink again, a slow realization coming in.
a couple hours and lessons later, around nine pm, you hear three familiar knocks on your bedroom door. you smile, getting the long, folded piece of parchment from your bedside table drawer and putting it inside your robes’ pocket before opening the door.
“you havent changed yet?” draco frowns. “mm, just put my robes back on. was cold,” he raises a brow, taking the robe off of your shoulders, actions smooth.
the letter falls to the ground, he picks it up. “a love letter, hm?” he fails to bite back a smile as you hang your robes, revealing your short pyjama shorts and his shirt underneath.
“read it, come on.”
he does, opening the parchment, guiding you onto his lap once he sits down on the edge of your bed, eyes traveling and stopping on the page.
dear draco,
i love you, you know that, right? in case you don’t, i’m writing this letter to remind you. i love it when you smirk after making me flustered. i love it when you bite your lip whilst concentrating in potions. i love it when your chuckle turns raspy for no reason.
i love it when you’re tired sometimes, not because i like seeing you suffer but because of the way your breath feels on my skin, like im all you need to feel better. i love it when you whisper praises in my ear at night, i love it when you kiss the one part of my neck that makes me squirm.
i love it when you pretend you can’t find something just so you can ask me for help, and shrug when i complain once finding it in plain sight. i love it when your eyes look like they physically soften when you’re around me or looking at me.
i love it when your hair turns fluffy and soft after a good quiddditch practice. i love it when you enthusiastically talk about quidditch with me, even if i don’t understand half the terms you’re using. i love it when you explain things to me for the umpteenth time and never get bored or annoyed with it.
i love it when you can practically sense when somethings wrong, even if I dont say it outright or even show it. i love it when you sigh while im playing and fidgeting around with your hair. i love it when you say you love me out loud. i love it when you listen to my talks about utter nonsense.
i love it. i love you; always, in all ways.
he finally looks at you, folding the paper with care. he kisses you fervently, pulling away only when your eyes start to flutter.
you catch your breath, arms wrapping around his neck as he kisses you all over.
summary: in which, you take care of draco when he gets drunk.
tags/warning: fluff, aged up characters, mentions of alcohol, domestic fluff, marriage, established relationship, indication of semi nudity, grammar.
a/n: my first draco fic! haven’t been online much, i’ve been feeling unwell recently... anyways this is definitely better in my head :’) enjoy xoxo bella
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“can i come wit’ you?” draco murmured with his face buried in the crook of your neck. his words came muffled against your skin and sent a tingle down your spine.
by the time the both of you stumbled through the front door, one of his shoes was already missing. he probably lost it somewhere between the cobblestone streets where he’d insisted on stopping to kiss you under a flickering streetlamp.
“yes, dray, you can come with me. we’re already here,” you said breathlessly, trying to shove the door shut with your hip whilst holding most of draco’s weight in your arms.
“mhmm, you’re warm” he made a pleased little sound against your skin and dropped his forehead heavily onto your shoulder.
now, it didn’t help that draco malfoy got extra clingy around you whenever he was drunk. and to be completely honest, you were enjoying it more than anything. there was always something about being able to hold him close and taking care of him in a way he would never fully allow when he was fully in control.
you liked how he leaned into you without hesitation and trusting you enough to let his guard drop so that you could see the vulnerable side he kept hidden from everyone else.
he always found his way back to you. every. single. time.
his cold fingers somehow managed to find their way beneath the hem of your shirt to settle at your waist, holding on as though you might vanish if he let go. wrapped around you, the blend of his expensive cologne and firewhisky made everything felt pleasantly lightheaded.
draco made no effort to hold himself up and instead, started rambling incoherently about mattheo owing him money before losing track of his own sentence. he kept on leaning shamelessly against you as you guided him down the hallway with both hands still braced at his waist.
“y’sleepin’ with me t’night?” he slurred as you guided him into your shared bedroom and eased him down onto the bed.
“i am, dray,” you said as you brushed the blond strands away from his forehead. his cheeks were still flushed pink, and his grey eyes had gone visibly heavy with sleep, blinking slower by the second.
he let out a quiet hum at you, shoulders loosening into the mattress. his hand lifted sluggishly and searched blindly for you until his fingers found yours and curled them in his bigger one lazily.
“good,” he mumbled. “hate wakin’ up without you,”
your chest tightened. even in the state of half asleep and drunk, draco could still say things that made your heart start beating rapidly.
“the things you would do,” you muttered, letting go of his fingers and finally tugging off his remaining shoe, setting them aside. “drinking yourself senseless over some ridiculous bet with mattheo,”
draco cracked one eye open, “still won,” he informed as the corner of his lips raised softly.
you shook your head, trying not to smile as you reached to unbutton his linen white shirt. your fingers worked them open one by one while draco watched through half-lidded eyes, not wanting to miss the way the moonlight caught softly along the soft curve of your face.
the white shirt slid off his arms easily, leaving him shivering as the lingering cold clung to his bare pale skin. draco made no move to help and only tipped his head back further against the pillows and let you fuss over his belt and trousers before carefully taking them off.
“comfortable there?” you murmured dryly as you stood.
“mmm,” draco hummed softly as he watched you make your way to the walk-in wardrobe.
after a moment, you came back with a fresh set of comfortable clothes for him.
he gave you the faintest smile as he noticed you had changed into a baby pink pyjama shorts and his white t-shirt that looked way too large for you. still, draco always adored you whenever you wore his clothes—you made them look better, he said.
“c’mere,” you climbed onto the bed next to him and tugged him upright gently. he let you pull him closer until he was finally sitting properly. surprisingly enough, he complied without protest tonight.
you guided him to lift both of his arms and pull the clean shirt down over his head. for a moment, he disappeared beneath it, then re-emerged with pale hair even messier than before. you smoothed the shirt down his chest as he watched your hands the entire time until they settled on his lap.
“up,” you said low enough for him to hear and gave his thigh a light tap.
a crooked smile found its way onto draco’s face at your command, but he still did it anyway. draco wouldn’t admit it loud, but he found it extremely hot when you took charge like that.
he lifted his hips just enough to make it easier for you to slide the new pants into place, and shivered faintly when your fingers brushed against the side of his shin.
“there, feel better now?” you said quietly once his pants were on properly and adjusted the waistband into place while his eyes stayed on you with a steady focus.
“d’you know you’ve got the prettiest face ever?” he murmured, completely ignoring your question.
a soft laugh slipped out of you before you could stop it. “well, it’s a good thing you tell me that every day,”
“i do?” he asked, catching your wrist, before you could even answer and tugged you down to his side on the mattress. draco didn’t waste a second when he finally had you close. though, in truth, he hadn’t left your side just a few hours ago at the reunion party with your friends from hogwarts—not even once.
he loved how easily your face always seemed to settle against his neck like a missing piece finding its place.
you reached to cradle his face in one hand while your other one laced with his. leaning in, you pressed a quick kiss on his lips.
“mm, you promised me that in your vows, baby,” you giggled, peppering more kisses along his jaw.
despite the alcohol, a moment of realization finally struck draco. his gaze dropped to your intertwined fingers; and that’s when he noticed the delicate diamond ring sitting proudly on your fourth finger. the very same one he had chosen with his dear mother a few years ago.
he observed the way the band encircled your finger quietly, reminding him the truth that he had chosen, again and again; that you were his wife. a promise he had made and never once let go of, and never would.
his hand stilled for a moment before his thumb began to move and fiddled with the ring, turning it ever so slightly. draco toyed with it gently. the band shifted slightly beneath his touch until his thumb caught on something carved into the inside of the ring.
Eternally Yours.
his breath hitched softly as he pulled you closer. before you could even settle, draco shifted with ease. he rolled you gently beneath him until your back was pressed against the surface of the warm sheets and hovered over you instead.
merlin, his stormy grey eyes looked even more beautiful from this sight.
draco looked at you for a moment before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. it was slow and deep. your fingers immediately found their place around his neck, brushing against the platinum curls at his nape.
when he finally pulled back, his forehead pressed on yours and his lips brushed against your mouth.
“means i’ve been doing it right, yeah?” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “but darling, above all things, i want you to know this—even without any promise between us, i’d still look at you and let you know how beautiful you truly are. that’s simply the truth, baby,”
his hand reached up and brushed a couple strands of hair out of your face. what draco said was true. even when he was intoxicated with firewhisky, he always meant it. hell, he would’ve told the entire world how much he loved you and that you were the prettiest thing to be alive.
you smiled softly, before pulling him back in and kissed him again with more passion this time.
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Anyways heres my request like a short blurb? I think thats what their called but here's jow it goes basically reader is getting ready for a date with preferably draco malfoy and he chooses what reader wears and when she's getting ready draco uses the excuse of "fixing your outfit" to grope the reader
I hope i make sense😂
hahaha yippiee! just posted! i loved this one! thanks for requesting! ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊
requested 𐐪♡𐑂 | draco x fem! reader | very suggestive fluff | 350ish words
"i think i'm going to change, i don't love the way this skirt looks on me" you say as you finish putting on your lip gloss.
"whatever you wish.." draco says sitting in his chair in the corner, his face still shoved in his book
you take one last look in the mirror before heading back into your closet to rummage through your clothes again.
"ah ha!" you say, pulling out a hanger with a little black dress.
quickly, you change into it, pulling the straps over your shoulders.
"jeez.. its a little shorter than i remember..." you think to yourself.
"okay i think i'm ready, darling." you say walking back to the mirror to double check your outfit one last time. " i just need to put my earrings on."
grabbing the dangly earrings from your vanity, you lean over the edge to get a closer view in the mirror to put them in.
"well hello... where'd this come from?" you see draco come up behind you in the mirror.
"i've had it.. it's been shoved in the back of my closet for years."
he stares for a moment...
"here, let me help."
you watch him in the mirror as he looks down at your ass leaning over the counter. he slowly maneuvers his fingers under the edge of the tight dress, before pulling it down lower.
"can't have everyone else seeing what's mine.." he leans over and whispers in your ear.
his fingers linger around your hips, tracing the curve of your ass and giving it a squeeze.
your eyes close out of instinct, melting at his touch. "mmm.. all yours."
you feel his hips dig into you, him clearly aroused. "you look so good, beautiful. it's driving me crazy."
you giggle. "come on, we have a reservation."
he spins you around to face him as he presses you against the vanity, leaning to kiss your neck.
"we're already late, what's a few more minutes?"
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hii! i saw your ron weasley headcanons, could you please do an nsfw ver? 💋
also like could you include how he’d be during his first time too?
thank you so much, ur work is absolutely amazing.
hi hi anon, i’m SO sorry this took so long T.T this post is finally up! i did his first time for now, and im planning on doing another nsfw headcanon in the future!
draco x fem! reader | fluff + suggestive ?¿? | 330 words
a quick drabble about cocky seeker malfoy ;)
the quidditch game continues, and the crowd roars. slytherin versus hufflepuff makes for a heated match.
you roll your eyes as the slytherin seeker quickly flies by you. you wouldn't have come if it were up to you, but your friends dragged you here, insisting it'd be fun.
"he's so cocky" you think to yourself.
"draco malfoy has caught the snitch!" you hear over the loud speakers.
the crowd around you erupts with joy and cheers. people are screaming, throwing things, and funneling down to the field level to hype up the winning team.
"i'll meet you guys down after okay?" you say to hermione and cho. "you sure? it'll be fun to celebrate with them!" hermione says loudly. "i'm good." you say shortly.
you quickly hurry down and find a quiet spot underneith the bleachers, and pull out your book to pass the time.
you hear a champagne bottle pop and more screams. you can't help but roll your eyes and sigh.
a voice comes from behind one of the cloths, disrupting the peaceful moment to yourself.
"knew i'd find you down here." he says.
you can already hear the smirk in his voice, as he approaches you from behind.
you close your book harshly and turn around. "i'm surprised you're not out there enjoying all that glory."
"yeah, it's nice having people carrying you around and cheering your name, but i'm more interested in the girl under these bleachers." he states.
"are you now? that's news to me, malfoy."
"i was hoping you'd come to watch. didn't want you to miss how good i looked out there." he laughs.
you scoff, "yeah whatever, draco."
"i like the way you say my name. say it again." he says as he puts a hand under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
you smirk.
you rise to you tippy toes and whisper in his ear "i'll see you at the afterparty, draco."
you turn around and leave him without another word, pretending your stomach isn't fluttering.
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