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this is a to-be-read list blog. my likes have been overflowing and the old fics are getting older cause I forgot their existence, so I decided to curate here.
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Moonstruck Series Masterlist
Werewolf & Vampire Hybrid!AU, Supernatural!AU | Hybrid!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader | Werewolf!Taehyung x Hybrid!Reader (ft. BTS)
genre: eventual smut, angst, e2l, slow burn, supernatural (werewolves, vampires, witches, hybrids), The Vampire Diaries/Legacies inspired
rating: mature/explicit
description: You couldn’t wait for Jungkook to break his sire bond with you. Not like you were thrilled an ungrateful brat was sired to you anyway. Just a hundred more days and it would all be over. He would no longer be loyal to you.
a/n: I finally decided to make a masterlist separate for the longest series I have ever written! It’ll be easier to post chapter updates on here rather than me going back to every chapter separately and adding a new link. Enjoy! Happy reading. :)
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turns out, the easy part was seducing your brother’s best friend. the hard part was not getting caught.
⤷ a little blurb based on the events following temptress
genre. jungkook x reader. smut. established relationship.
tags. phone used as vibrator. explicit unprotected sex. oral f receiving. he slams it in one go.
wc. 1.9k
notes. LMFAO the rest of this was scrapped since it was lowkey ass but i think this scene is okay! hope u guys enjoyed and thank u to anon for reminding me that this exists! you don't have to read temptress to understand this but i encourage it! sorry for the inactivity lately, boyfriend hotline coming in the next few days i SWEAR :) thank you for reading love u all <3
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Jungkook was nose-deep in your clit when your phone started to ring.
It was somewhere near your pillow, incessantly vibrating by your ear. He didn’t seem to notice, lapping away as if he were parched and you were the only thing that resembled water.
“Wait,” you managed to gasp. “Someone’s calling me.”
He looked up at you, face glistening with your wetness. “They can wait.”
Then he resumed, tongue gliding up your dripping pussy in one slick motion, before giving it a wet, smacking kiss, and diving in tongue-first all over again. You jolted upward with a cutting exhale, but he held you in place easily, fingers curling into your hips.
While he was busy with that, your hands fumbled for your phone until you found it. Panting, you checked the screen with cloudy vision.
It was your brother.
“Fuck,” you whispered sharply, fisting Jungkook’s hair and pulling him away. His head jerked up, an annoyed glint in his eyes.
“I told you they can wait,” he muttered, already pushing your phone away.
“No, look.” You showed him the screen. “It’s Jimin.”
At this, he actually stopped. It was two in the morning and you hadn’t come home yet. Given Jimin’s protective nature when it came to his little sister, it was no surprise that whoever you ended up being with at this ungodly hour would have to face his wrath.
Even if it was Jungkook, who happened to be his best friend.
“What should I do? I told him I was going out with some friends,” you said, shivering from the sudden coldness of the room, the heat in your womanhood subsiding from the sheer panic of the call alone.
Jungkook was exhausted.
How many times had Jimin unknowingly cockblocked him again? Since that fateful day in the car where you had confessed to him and destroyed all remnants of self-restraint, you and Jungkook had been clawing at any opportunity to get your hands on each other—to no avail, of course.
First, it was after you and Jungkook went on your very first proper date. It was simple; a movie at the cinema, dinner at a cozy Italian restaurant, and then a long drive to a secluded parking lot to watch the stars—and potentially fuck around a bit. Then, Jimin called and insisted that you had to get home in no less than ten minutes, or else he’d have the head of the guy who had you out so late (you told him you were on a date, but you did not specify with who).
Next time, it was when you were moving into your college dorm. You needed an extra car to take your stuff; Jungkook had one. Trying to sneak in a quickie in your dorm’s bathroom was maybe not the best idea, but you looked too good in your low-rise denim shorts and hot pink tank top. Sue him. Of course, you didn’t let him get too far—Jimin was only gone for a few minutes to grab something from the car, anyway.
The most recent incident was two days ago. Jungkook had been begging you to go on another date with him since it had been an eternity since the last one (it was one week), but you declined, citing Jimin as the reason why.
“If some guy wants to go on more than one date with you a week, he has to man up and meet me first,” Jimin had apparently said. “That fucking greedy coward.”
But alas, now you were finally alone with him in his apartment—naked, horny, and unbelievably irresistable—and there was no threat of anyone finding out, unless you picked up Jimin’s call.
So, Jungkook decided to be reckless.
Just this one time.
He snatched the phone from you and declined the call, tossing it away to be forgotten in the covers. You let out a scandalized gasp.
“You did not.”
“I just did.” He smirked.
Before you could protest further, he kissed you—your lips, your neck, your collarbones—and brought his hand downward to see if you were still wet. You were.
He put a finger in, gliding his long digits against your walls in painfully slow scooping motions as you writhed beneath him.
“You’re crazy,” you breathed heavily. “Jimin is going to kill you if he ever—”
He covered your mouth with his free hand, effectively shutting you up. “Don’t worry about that right now, little miss,” he grunted.
He cupped your cheek, sliding his thumb into your mouth and exploring your inner cheek and tongue.
“Suck.”
You obeyed.
Without breaking eye contact, you swirled your tongue around his thumb, letting yourself gag on it as he pressed the roof of your mouth. He seemed satisfied.
Below, he shoved another finger into you with his other hand. Your eyes rolled back as you whimpered in delight, saliva dribbling down your chin. His fingers curled, stretching your walls and making you cry out.
His cock was barely contained by his boxers, looking like it was on the verge of explosion.
“Need—” you panted,“—I need you inside me. Please.”
“Oh yeah?” Jungkook removed his thumb from your mouth, using that free hand to pull down his boxers. His tip was glistening with precum. “Can you handle it?”
A third finger.
“Fuck!” you cried, heaving through desperate gasps. “Wanna—wanna cream on your pretty cock.”
And that was enough for him.
Using his hands to spread open your thighs even wider, he lined up his cock to your entrance, dragging the length of it through your folds. Sometimes, he liked to push inside you slowly.
But other times, like today, he preferred to slam into you with one, cruel thrust. You sucked him in immediately, walls taut, back arched, and toes curled. The sudden stretch hurt like a bitch, but somehow that turned you on even more as your pussy spasmed and strained to fit his girthy length. The groan he let out was animal.
A second to catch his breath. A second for your walls to clench helplessly.
Then, he was fucking you with a rhythm and consistency that could only be described as ruthless.
“Oh my god,” you gasped. He leaned in, hitting you even deeper—so deep you could feel him in your lungs. “Fuck!”
As he watched you moan and cry beneath him, an idea struck. He fished for your phone, momentarily pausing.
“What the fuck are you doing?” you huffed, cheeks flushed and eyes cloudy, like you were asking: Why did you stop?
He faced the phone to you as he dialed Jimin’s number with a teasing grin. Horror painted your face as the phone rang, followed by a moment of relief and confusion when he ended the call two seconds after. Jimin hadn’t even picked up yet.
“What was that for?”
“You’ll see.”
He didn’t give you time to ponder over it further. With your phone in one hand, he continued thrusting again, grunting as he stared at your bouncing tits, the obscene slap of his balls against yours filling the room.
Then the phone started buzzing. Jimin was calling back.
With the most smug look on his face, he pressed the bottom of the phone to your clit.
Your eyes lit up in a mixture of shock, mortification, and ecstasy.
“You can’t just—“ the phone vibrated against your clit, eliciting a high pitched whimper. “You can’t do this! This is—this is weird.”
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, faltering for just a moment with trembling arms and eyes screwed shut. “Then tell me why you got tighter, huh?”
He kept going, wincing in pleasure as you pulsed around him, squeezing him tighter as the phone thrummed relentlessly in steady increments against your sensitive nub. With his dick ramming into you, he angled your hips upward so you could get a better view of the lewd sight.
His pace quickened. Your high pitched whimpers echoed alongside the hum of your phone’s vibration. When you dared to open your eyes, he was above you in all of his sweaty, naked glory, looking every bit as desperate as you were.
To top it all off, his free hand came up to grasp your neck, blocking your airway and turning your loud wails into hysterical wheezes.
“You take me so fucking well,” he hissed, glaring at you from above. “Makes me wanna fucking ruin you.”
It all was too much and not enough at once.
Vibrations pressed firmly onto your clit. His cock throbbing against your walls. Hand squeezing your neck.
And then you orgasmed—violently.
You couldn’t even begin to describe whatever horridly primal sounds you made, but it was apparently the breaking point for Jungkook, too. Heat bloomed inside of you, spilling out in steady, white bursts as he trembled from above, his pace slowing down with every thrust and groan—leaving you both clammy and gushy.
Panting, he collapsed onto you, bare chest meeting yours. You both took a moment to catch your breath.
“You’re sweaty,” you finally said.
His chuckle rumbled against your neck. “You loved that.”
“Hm,” was your sleepy, half-assed reply.
Eventually he rolled over, planted a quick peck on your cheek, and started getting up to clean. You laid there motionless, still recovering. A few moments later, your phone went off again.
Four missed calls from Jimin.
Scrambling to sit up and sound like you were in your right mind, you cleared your throat and answered.
“Hi.”
“Where are you? Why are you out so late on a Saturday night? Why haven’t you been picking up my calls?” he blared.
“Sorry,” you started, glancing at the door to make sure that Jungkook wouldn’t waltz in yapping about something and risk being heard. “I think I’m gonna stay over at Mei’s place tonight. We just got back from the bar and I’m super tired. I must’ve butt-dialed you accidentally. My phone was on silent so I didn’t realize you were calling.”
Jimin huffed. “You’ve been going out a lot recently. You’re still studying hard, right?”
“Of course.” You bit your lip.
“Okay,” he finally said. “Are you gonna come home tomorrow or stay at your dorm again?”
“I’ll come home.” You tried to not sound too relieved that he didn’t question you further.
“Alright. Take care.” He sighed. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
The line ended.
Without you realizing, Jungkook had already entered the room, leaning on the doorframe, equipped with towels. “Did he buy it?”
“Yeah,” you muttered, tossing your phone away. “But we can’t do shit like that again.”
He pouted. “Why not?”
Jungkook climbed into bed, handing you a towel. You began to wipe yourself.
“It’s too…” You struggled to find the right words as you cleaned up your lady parts, wincing when the rough towel grazes your sensitive areas a bit too harshly.
“Reckless?” Jungkook finished for you.
“Yes, exactly,” you confirmed. “We can’t act like this all the time.”
Jungkook flung his towel away having cleaned himself, gesturing for you to hand him yours, which he promptly did the same with. All dry now, you quickly found a home in his warm, solid arms. He pulled you closer so that you’d be chest to chest with him.
“Okay, fine,” he finally said, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face. “But what about sometimes? Just here and there, when we know we can pull it off without getting caught?”
You thought about it for a moment, already feeling drowsy. Closing your eyes, you snuggled into his neck and took a deep whiff of his natural post-sex scent. You managed to say one more thing before drifting off to dreamland for good.
“Maybe.”
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Fine line | jjk
in which jungkook accidentally discovers his best friend’s little sister’s onlyfans and becomes completely, utterly obsessed
pairing𓂃 : jungkook x fem!reader (y/n)
warnings𓂃 : onlyfans au, voyeurism, degradation/praise kink, jungkook is a big fucking talker, mean dom!jungkook because you asked for it, yearning koo, they both beg for each other, he cums inside (wrap it up guys), dirty talk, he watches your live from the guest room, he’s obsessed with your nipple piercing, he fucks you stupid, he’s so down bad it’s embarrassing
Word count 𓂃 ~ 15k
You hated Jeon Jungkook.
Not the casual kind of hate. The deep, bone-deep kind that made your blood boil every time he walked into the apartment you shared with your brother Jimin like he paid the rent. He’d kick off his boots in the middle of the hallway, steal your leftover tteokbokki from the fridge, and call you “princess” in that low, mocking drawl that made your thighs clench even while you were telling him to go fuck himself.
He was Jimin’s best friend. Practically lived here some weeks. And you? You were the annoying little sister who “still lived at home” (never mind that you paid half the rent and all your own tuition). Your barista job barely covered groceries. So you thought that you should start an OnlyFans.
You were shaking so hard your phone nearly slipped out of your hands.
It was 11:47 p.m. on a random Tuesday. Your tiny bedroom was lit only by the purple LED strip you’d taped behind your desk and the glow of your laptop. The black lace mask sat on your pillow like a dare — the one that covered everything from the bridge of your nose up, leaving only your glossy lips and the lower half of your face visible. You’d practiced putting it on three times already. It felt ridiculous. It felt necessary.
Jimin was asleep down the hall. Jungkook had left hours ago after another one of his usual raids on your fridge. The apartment was quiet. Your barista paycheck had hit today and it was… pathetic. Rent was due in nine days. Tuition payment was even sooner. You’d stared at the numbers until your eyes burned, then opened OnlyFans.
Just try it once, you told yourself. If it’s weird, you delete everything and never speak of it again.
You hit “Go Live.”
The screen stayed black for three long seconds. Then the viewer count ticked from 0 to 1… then 4… then 12. Your heart slammed against your ribs.
“Um… hi,” you said, voice cracking on the first word. You cleared your throat and tried again, softer, breathier, the way you’d practiced in the mirror. “This is… my first stream. Like, ever. So please be nice, okay? I’m kind of dying right now.”
The chat exploded instantly.
user48291: omg first stream?? welcome!!
maskedfan69: take your time baby we’re patient
tipking88: already subbed, you're so pretty.
You laughed — a nervous, breathy sound — and the tension in your shoulders eased just a fraction.
“Okay… hi everyone. I’m… let’s just say I’m your new favorite secret.” You tilted your head, letting the mask catch the light. “I won’t show my face. That’s non-negotiable. But I’ll show you other things if you’re good.”
The tips started rolling in immediately — small ones at first, $5, $10. Each notification made a little chime that sent a spark straight between your legs. You hadn’t even taken anything off yet and you made what you did in 2 days of work.
You started slow, just like you’d seen other girls do. You talked. You answered questions.
“Am I a student? Yeah… something like that. Don’t ask for details or I’ll have to block you.” You winked above the mask. “What am I wearing? This old hoodie and… not much else underneath, honestly.”
Someone tipped $50 with the message: show us your tits please
You froze for half a second. Then you smiled — slow, shy, a little wicked.
“You guys move fast,” you murmured. “Okay… but only because it’s my first time and I’m feeling brave.”
You set the phone on its little tripod, leaned back in your chair, and slowly pulled the oversized hoodie up and over your head. Cool air kissed your skin. Your nipples tightened instantly. And there it was — the silver barbell piercing through your left nipple, the one you’d gotten three weeks ago on a reckless “fuck it” night after one too many sojus. You’d hidden it under hoodies and thick bras ever since. No one knew. Not Jimin. Not Jungkook. Not anyone.
The chat went feral.
user48291: HOLY SHIT THE PIERCING
tipking88: $100 if you play with it
newsub99: fuck that’s so hot
You bit your lip, cheeks burning under the mask, and reached up. Your fingers brushed the cool metal. The sensation shot straight to your core — sharper, more electric than you expected. You rolled the barbell gently between your thumb and forefinger, tugging just enough to make your breath hitch.
“Fuck…” The word slipped out before you could stop it. “It’s still kind of new. Really sensitive.”
You did it again, slower this time, and a soft moan escaped. Your thighs pressed together. You could feel how wet you were already, the fabric of your tiny sleep shorts clinging.
The tips poured in faster.
You kept talking — voice low, a little shaky, a little turned on. You answered more questions between soft gasps. Someone asked if it hurt when you got it pierced. You laughed breathlessly.
“A little. But the guy who did it was really gentle. Kept telling me how pretty it looked…” You pinched the pierced nipple harder, rolling it, and your hips shifted on the chair. “Now it just makes me stupid wet whenever I touch it. Like right now.”
You stayed like that for almost an hour — chatting, laughing at their jokes, occasionally moaning when a big tip came through, playing with both breasts but giving extra attention to the one with the piercing because the chat couldn’t get enough. You never took the mask off. Never showed more than your tits and the tops of your thighs. But it was enough.
By the time you ended the stream your thighs were slick, your nipples were puffy and dark from all the attention, and your earnings notification made your jaw drop.
$847 in one hour.
You stared at the number, heart pounding, mask still on, and let out a shaky little laugh.
“Holy shit…”
You weren’t just going to delete the account.
You were already thinking about what you’d wear for the next one.
What was sure is that you would never show your full face — that rule was non-negotiable. And you'll do just enough to pay for classes and keep Jimin from worrying.
He would just think you have a promotion maybe. You prayed that he doesn't ask too many questions. Jungkook? He would never now.
The living room smelled like jjajangmyeon and too much testosterone.
Jimin was sprawled on the big couch like a king, controller in hand, grinning like an idiot because both his favorite people were in the same room and, for once, not actively trying to murder each other. Yet.
You were curled up in the armchair with your legs tucked under you, wearing an oversized hoodie that still couldn’t hide the way your chest moved when you breathed. Jungkook sat on the floor, back against the coffee table, long legs stretched out, looking unfairly good in a black tank top that showed off every line of ink on his arm.
You’d been sniping at each other for twenty minutes straight.
“Could you not leave your disgusting boots in the middle of the hallway like you own the place?” you snapped, poking his shoulder with your socked foot.
Jungkook didn’t even look up from his phone. “Could you not act like a brat every time I breathe in your direction, princess?”
“I’m not a brat, you’re just an inconsiderate asshole who—”
“Okay, okay!” Jimin laughed, holding his hands up like a referee. “Truce. Both of you. I’m trying to enjoy my noodles without a divorce happening in my living room.”
You rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. Jungkook smirked — that slow, infuriating smirk that made your stomach flip even while you wanted to throw a cushion at his head.
Jimin glanced between you two, eyes sparkling with pure relief. He’d been low-key terrified for months that his best friend and his little sister would eventually hook up. The tension was so thick sometimes he could barely breathe. But tonight? Tonight they were back to their usual bickering and eye-rolling. And each time you would scream at each other, Jimin would sigh from the relief of knowing that you would never hook up. He didn't want Jungkook, his bestfriend but a world-known fuckboy, to break the heart of his cute litte sister.
You stood up to grab more water, hoodie riding up just enough to show a sliver of skin above your shorts. Jungkook’s eyes flicked there for half a second — barely noticeable — before he forced them back to his phone.
“Whatever,” you muttered on your way to the kitchen. “Just keep your boots and your attitude out of my space.”
“Whatever you say, princess,” he called after you, voice dripping with mockery.
Jimin snorted. “You two are exhausting. But at least I don’t have to worry about you guys sneaking off to make out or something. That would’ve been awkward as hell.”
Jungkook let out a short laugh, but it sounded a little strained. “Yeah. No chance of that happening.”
You came back with your water, glared at him one last time, and dropped back into the armchair.
Time passed and Jungkook got home around 1:20 a.m., still buzzing from the stupid argument in your living room. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way your hoodie had slipped off one shoulder, or how your plump bottom lip had jutted out when you were pissed at him. Annoying. Hot. Whatever.
He showered, threw on grey sweats, and flopped onto his bed with his phone. Bored. Horny. Restless. He opened Twitter, scrolled, and saw a promoted live from a small creator.
He tapped it without thinking.
The stream loaded.
And Jungkook’s entire world tilted sideways.
She was there again — same black lace mask, same dim purple lighting, same glossy, unmistakably plump lips visible beneath it. He didn't recognised her right away, he didn't really paid attention. But the second he heard her voice, soft and still a little shy, everything clicked into place like a gunshot.
“Hi everyone… um, thanks for coming back if you were here last time. I’m still kind of new at this so… be patient with me, okay?”
That voice. Those lips. The exact way she bit the bottom one when she got nervous.
No. Fucking. Way.
Jungkook sat bolt upright, heart slamming so hard against his ribs he thought it might crack. His cock went from zero to painfully hard in three seconds flat.
It was you.
Y/N. Jimin’s little sister. The girl who had just spent the last two hours calling him an asshole in their living room.
He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. He just stared as you chatted awkwardly with the growing chat, voice still carrying that cute nervous edge.
No. No fucking way.
His thumb hovered over the “X” to close the tab immediately. This is wrong. This is Y/N. Jimin’s sister. Close it. Close it right now.
But he didn’t.
He couldn’t.
His heart was hammering so loud he could hear it in his ears. His cock was already thickening against his thigh, traitorous and heavy. He told himself he was just going to watch for ten seconds. Just to be sure. Just to prove it wasn’t you.
Then you smiled — that small, nervous smile that made your bottom lip jut out — and his stomach dropped.
It was you.
He should’ve left. He knew he should’ve left. But when you started chatting with the chat, voice still carrying that cute shy edge, he stayed frozen. Staring. Cock now fully hard and straining against his sweats.
You were wearing the same oversized hoodie from earlier that night.
And then you said it.
“I, um… I got a few requests last time to show more, so… maybe I’ll be a little braver tonight?” You laughed softly, cheeks visibly pink even under the mask. “Don’t expect miracles though. I’m still figuring this out and I’m still shy…”
Jungkook’s breath stopped.
Don’t do it. Don’t lift it. Please don’t—
You grabbed the hem of the hoodie with both hands and slowly pulled it up.
The second your tits came into view — bare, perfect, nipples already stiff — Jungkook let out a broken sound that was half groan, half “fuck”. But it was the left one that destroyed him completely.
A silver barbell. Clean. Perfectly placed. Slightly healed but still new enough that the skin around it looked sensitive. It glinted under the purple light every time you breathed.
He had no idea.
He was a tattoo artist and piercer. He’d done dozens of nipple piercings. He knew the exact gauge, the exact placement, the exact way it would look when it was fresh. And he had no fucking clue you had one.
You’d gotten it in secret. Told no one. Not even Jimin. And he, of all people, hadn’t noticed.
“How the fuck…” he whispered to the empty room, voice wrecked. His hand was already inside his sweats, gripping his cock like it was the only thing keeping him sane. “You little— when did you even…?”
You rolled the barbell between your fingers on screen, letting out that tiny whimper he now recognized from the living room arguments, and Jungkook lost whatever was left of his control.
He came hard — sudden, violent, cum spilling over his fist and stomach while you were still live, still shy, still playing with the piercing he never knew existed. His vision whited out for a second. When he could breathe again, he was still staring at the screen, chest heaving, cock twitching in his hand like it wasn’t done.
Jungkook didn’t move for a long moment. His cum was cooling on his abs, his heart was still trying to punch through his ribs, and his brain was screaming one single thought on repeat:
It’s you. It’s fucking you.
He should’ve closed the tab. He should’ve thrown his phone across the room. Instead, his thumb moved on autopilot.
New account.
Quick username: fineline97
No profile picture. No bio. Just created.
You were still live — only a few minutes left, from the timer in the corner. Still in that same hoodie you’d worn earlier at the apartment, still wearing the mask, still looking shy and a little flushed from all the attention. The chat was moving fast, people thanking you for the stream, asking when the next one would be.
Jungkook didn’t even think. He just tapped the big pink “Tip” button, typed in 200, and added the message before he could stop himself.
fineline97 tipped $200 Message: you’re so pretty.
The notification popped up on your screen instantly.
Your eyes widened above the mask — he could see it clearly. Your lips parted in surprise, that plump bottom lip he now knew too well glistening under the purple light. You let out the softest, most flustered little laugh he’d ever heard from you.
“Oh my god… two hundred? From a new account? Um— thank you so much, fineline97… that’s… wow. You’re really sweet. Thank you.”
You smiled — small, genuine, still a little shy — and it went straight to his cock like you’d wrapped your hand around it. He was already getting hard again, still messy with his own cum, and all he could do was stare at the way your lips moved when you said his new username.
You’re so pretty.
He’d typed it without thinking. Because it was true. Because even with the mask, even knowing it was you — the same girl who’d called him an asshole four hours ago — he couldn’t stop the words from coming out.
On screen, you bit your lip, clearly flustered by the size of the tip, and mumbled another soft “thank you” before glancing at the timer.
“Okay… I think that’s it for tonight. You guys were really nice. I’ll try to go live again soon, promise. Goodnight…”
The stream ended.
Jungkook stayed frozen in the dark, phone still in his hand, cock now fully hard again against his stomach. The $200 notification was still glowing on the screen like proof that he’d just lost his mind.
He should’ve felt guilty. He should’ve felt disgusted with himself.
Instead, all he could think about was the silver barbell glinting on your left nipple… and how the fuck he was supposed to look you in the eye tomorrow when he came over to hang out with Jimin like nothing had happened.
His phone buzzed with the OnlyFans confirmation.
Welcome to OnlyFans, down4u97. You are now subscribed to maskedmoan.
Jungkook let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh and dragged a hand down his face, smearing cum across his jaw.
“Fuck,” he whispered to the empty room. “I’m so fucked.”
He stared at the ceiling for ten seconds… then grabbed his phone and opened the chat with hisbest friend. Not Jimin (obviously). Taehyung. The only person he could dump everything on without filter.
Jungkook 2:27 a.m. Tae. Wake the fuck up. I have a problem. A big one.
Taehyung 2:28 a.m. ?? It’s 2:27 bro. Did you get kicked out of another club or what?
Jungkook 2:28 a.m. Worse. Way worse.
Taehyung 2:29 a.m. Just spit it out, I’m awake now.
Jungkook 2:30 a.m. I found Jimin’s sister’s OnlyFans. By accident.
Taehyung 2:31 a.m. Wait. Wait. JIMIN’S SISTER?? Y/N?? Are you serious right now?
Jungkook 2:31 a.m. Yes. I was jerking off like an idiot after leaving their place. Clicked on a random live. And it was her. Playing with her tits on camera. And that piercing… Tae. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t even close the tab. I came while watching her. Like a fucking pervert.
Taehyung 2:32 a.m. … Bro. You’re telling me you found Jimin’s sister’s OnlyFans, nutted to it, and now you’re telling me about it at 2:30 in the morning?
Jungkook 2:33 a.m. Yes. And I made an account. Sent her $200. She said thank you in this shy little voice. And now I’m hard again just thinking about it.
Taehyung 2:34 a.m. … You’re actually insane. For real. How long have you had a crush on her? Because this isn’t a crush anymore, this is full-on deranged.
Jungkook 2:35 a.m. I don’t know. I thought I hated her. She calls me an asshole every single day. But fuck, Tae... I’m losing my mind.
Taehyung 2:36 a.m. Listen to me carefully. You’re not going to do anything stupid. You’re not going to send her weird messages. You’re not going to tell her it’s you. And most importantly, you are NOT going to fuck Jimin’s sister. Because if Jimin finds out, he will actually kill you. And I’m not helping you hide the body.
Jungkook 2:37 a.m. … Too late for the “don’t do anything stupid” part. I already subscribed. And I’m going to watch every single one of her lives. All of them.
Taehyung 2:38 a.m. You’re actually a lost cause. Go to sleep. Or jerk off one more time and then sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow. And for the love of God, don’t show up at Jimin’s place tomorrow with a hard-on.
Jungkook 2:39 a.m. Too late. I’m already going tomorrow night, gonna play games with Jimin.
Taehyung 2:40 a.m. God have mercy on your soul. And your dick. Goodnight, you pervert.
Jungkook 2:41 a.m. Night.
Jungkook barely slept.
Every time he closed his eyes he saw it again — the purple lighting, the black lace mask, your plump lips parting on a soft moan, and that silver barbell catching the light every time you breathed. He jerked off twice more before the sun came up, each time with your name on his tongue and the memory of your shy little “thank you” when he sent the $200.
By the time evening came, he was running on caffeine, zero sleep, and pure adrenaline.
He showed up at your apartment at 8:15 p.m. with two bottles of soju and a bag of snacks like it was any other Thursday. Jimin opened the door with his usual bright smile.
“Finally! I was about to start without you.”
Jungkook forced a grin, stepping inside. “Yeah, sorry. Got held up at the studio.”
His eyes immediately scanned the living room.
You were curled up on the couch in another oversized hoodie — the same one from last night? — scrolling on your phone with your legs tucked under you. Hair messy, face bare, looking completely normal. Like you hadn’t spent the previous night showing your tits to strangers on the internet.
Like you hadn’t made him cum three times in twelve hours.
“Hey,” you said without looking up, voice flat. “Try not to eat all the snacks this time, asshole.”
Jungkook’s stomach flipped. That same voice. The one that had moaned softly on camera less than twenty-four hours ago.
“Hey princess,” he answered, trying to sound normal. “Missed me that much?”
You rolled your eyes and went back to your phone.
Jimin laughed from the kitchen. “God, you two are already starting. I swear, one day I’m gonna come home and find you’ve actually killed each other.”
Jungkook dropped onto the other end of the couch, trying not to stare at the way the hoodie stretched across your chest. He knew what was underneath now. Knew exactly how that left nipple looked with the silver barbell through it. Knew how sensitive it seemed when you played with it on stream.
His cock twitched in his jeans.
Focus. It’s just game night. Normal. Chill.
You shifted slightly and the hoodie slipped off one shoulder. Jungkook’s eyes snapped to the exposed skin like a magnet. He swallowed hard.
“So,” Jimin said, coming back with bowls of chips, “what are we playing first? Mario Kart or that new fighting game?”
“Whatever,” you muttered, finally putting your phone down. “Just don’t let Jungkook win. His ego’s already too big.”
Jungkook let out a short laugh, but it sounded a bit off. Strained. He picked up a controller without looking at you.
You played for a while. At least, you tried to. But something felt… different tonight.
Jungkook was acting weird.
He kept losing — badly. Which was strange, because he was usually annoyingly good at these games. Every time you leaned forward to grab your drink, you felt his eyes on you again. Not in the usual teasing way. This was heavier. More intense. Like he was studying you.
At one point you caught him staring at your chest again when you stretched. His gaze lingered for a second too long before he quickly looked away and focused on the screen like nothing happened.
You narrowed your eyes.
What the hell is his problem tonight?
You shifted on the couch, pulling your hoodie back up over your shoulder. Jungkook’s knee started bouncing under the table. He was biting the inside of his cheek, something he only did when he was stressed or hiding something.
Jimin, completely oblivious, was having the time of his life destroying both of you in Mario Kart.
“Damn, Kook, you’re playing like shit tonight,” Jimin laughed. “You good?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook answered quickly. Too quickly. “Just tired from the studio.”
“Seriously,” you said under your breath so only he could hear, “what’s wrong with you tonight? You’re acting like I have two heads.”
He just smirked, voice low. “Maybe I’m just tired of losing to you, princess.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, clearly annoyed…
Jimin, completely oblivious and happy as ever, clapped his hands. “Alright, next round! And no fighting, you two. I like my apartment in one piece.”
Jungkook forced a laugh and picked up his controller again.
Something was definitely off with him.
And you had no idea why.
Group Chat – “Y/N’s Trauma Dump” (Later that same night, 11:47 p.m.)
You 11:47 p.m. GUYS Jungkook was so fucking weird tonight I swear to god
Soojin 11:48 p.m. ?? Spill. Now.
Hana 11:48 p.m. What did the tattooed menace do this time 😂
You 11:49 p.m. He kept STARING at my chest Like actually staring Every time I moved he was looking And he was acting all tense and weird He lost every single game which NEVER happens
Soojin 11:50 p.m. Wait wait wait wtf ???
Hana 11:50 p.m. Hold on Are we talking about the same Jungkook who usually acts like he wants to fight you every time he sees you??
You 11:51 p.m. YES It was so weird Like he couldn’t even look at me properly But then he WOULDNT STOP looking at my boobs I had to keep pulling my hoodie up Jimin didn’t notice shit of course He was just happy we weren’t killing each other
Soojin 11:52 p.m. … Y/N Be honest Do you think he likes you or something??
You 11:53 p.m. WHAT NO He hates me I hate him We literally argue every single time we’re in the same room He calls me princess like it’s an insult
Hana 11:54 p.m. Mmmhmm And yet he was staring at your tits all night... Sounds like a man in denial to me 👀
You 11:55 p.m. Stoppppp I’m serious. It was… weird Like he knew something I didn’t
Soojin 11:56 p.m. Or maybe he finally realized you’re hot and doesn’t know how to act anymore 😂
Hana 11:56 p.m. Or he saw your OnlyFans and is having a full mental breakdown (jk jk… unless??)
You 11:57 p.m. HANA I will block you He doesn’t know about that Nobody knows except you two
Soojin 11:58 p.m. Okay but real talk You’re telling me Jungkook — the guy who roasts you every five seconds — was acting all awkward and staring at your body tonight? That’s not normal behavior Even for him
You 11:59 p.m. I know That’s why I’m texting you at midnight I can’t stop thinking about it It’s annoying
Hana 12:00 a.m. Maybe he’s just going through something Or maybe… He finally wants to fuck the attitude out of you 👀
You 12:01 a.m. I’m muting this chat Goodnight
Soojin 12:01 a.m. Love you toooo Update us if he acts weird again tomorrow 😉
Hana 12:02 a.m. We’re invested now Don’t leave us hanging
You were nervous again.
It had only been a few days since the last live, but your heart was still beating a little too fast as you adjusted the purple LED lights and fixed the black lace mask over your eyes and nose. The hoodie you were wearing was the same one from game night — the one Jungkook had kept staring at. You pushed the thought away.
Focus. It’s just another stream.
You hit “Go Live” at 11:40 p.m.
The viewer count climbed quickly. A few regulars were already in the chat, sending hearts and fire emojis the second you appeared.
“Hi everyone…” you said softly, voice still carrying that shy edge. “Sorry I’m a little late. I had a long day.”
You chatted for a while like usual — answering random questions, laughing at some of the comments, slowly relaxing as the tips started coming in. You were wearing a simple black tank top tonight, no bra underneath. The fabric was thin enough that your nipples were faintly visible if you moved a certain way.
After about fifteen minutes, someone in the chat typed:
tipking88: show us the piercing again please 🥺
You bit your lip, cheeks warming under the mask.
“…Okay,” you murmured. “Since you asked nicely.”
You slowly pulled the tank top up and over your head, leaving you topless on camera. The cool air hit your skin and your nipples hardened instantly. You cupped your breasts gently, then focused on the left one — rolling the silver barbell between your fingers like you had before.
A soft, involuntary sound left your throat.
The chat went crazy.
You were just about to say something when a familiar notification popped up.
fineline97 tipped $150 Message: missed you. you look so pretty tonight
Your eyes widened a little above the mask. It was the same guy who sent $200 last time. The one who only ever said sweet things. You felt your stomach flutter.
“Wow… fineline97 again,” you said, voice a little breathier than before. “Thank you so much… that’s really generous. You’re always so nice to me.”
You played with the piercing a little more, tugging gently, letting out another soft moan for the camera. The chat was moving too fast to keep up.
Another notification.
fineline97 tipped $100 Message: play with it more for me
You hesitated for half a second, then smiled shyly.
“…Okay. Just for you then.”
You spent the next ten minutes doing exactly that — teasing the pierced nipple, rolling it, pinching it lightly while the rest of the chat threw tips and compliments. Every time you moaned, you imagined it was for the mysterious fineline97. There was something about the way he tipped and the soft messages that made you feel… special. Wanted.
The chat was moving fast, full of compliments and tips.
Then one message caught your eye:
hornyboy88: show us more… please take off the shorts 🥵
You paused, fingers still resting on your piercing. Your heart started beating faster under your mask.
You’d never shown anything below the waist before. Not really. The idea made your stomach twist with nerves… but also with a strange little thrill.
You bit your lip, hesitating.
“…You really want to see?” you asked quietly, voice small and shy.
The chat flooded with yeses and begging emojis.
You took a shaky breath, then slowly hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your tiny black shorts. Your hands trembled a little as you pushed them down your thighs, leaving you in nothing but a simple black thong.
The second the cool air hit your skin, you felt your face burn under the mask.
You were still covered… but barely. The thin fabric of your panties did almost nothing to hide the shape of you, and you could already feel how wet you were getting from the attention.
You kept your thighs pressed together at first, too shy to spread them right away.
The chat went wild anyway.
You let out a nervous little laugh and slowly, very slowly, parted your legs just enough for the camera to see. Your hand hovered over your panties, not touching yet — just resting there.
“Is… is this okay?” you whispered, voice soft and clearly embarrassed. “I’m still a little shy about this part…”
Another big tip notification popped up almost immediately.
fineline97 tipped $180 Message: you’re doing amazing. so pretty like this
Your stomach flipped. It was the same guy again — the one who always sent big tips and said the sweetest things. You felt your cheeks heat up even more.
“Fineline97… thank you,” you mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re always so nice to me…”
You stayed like that for the rest of the stream — topless, in just your panties, legs slightly spread while you kept playing with your piercing. Every now and then you would lightly run your fingers over the fabric between your legs, teasing yourself (and the viewers) without actually taking anything off.
When the timer hit zero, you gave a small, shy wave to the camera.
“Thanks for being patient with me tonight… I think I got a little bolder than usual,” you said with a soft giggle. “See you next time~”
You ended the live.
The second the screen went black, you let out a long, shaky breath and pulled your knees up to your chest, still only wearing the thin panties. Your heart was racing.
Your phone buzzed with the earnings notification.
$510 in 30 minutes.
And $280 of it had come from fineline97 alone.
Jungkook, meanwhile, was already hard before the stream even started.
He was lying on his bed in complete darkness, only the glow of his phone lighting up his face. His sweats were pushed down just enough, one hand lazily stroking his cock as he waited for the notification.
The second you went live, his entire body tensed.
There you were.
Same black lace mask. Same shy little voice. Same purple lighting that made your skin look soft and sinful. You were wearing that black tank top — the thin one that did nothing to hide how hard your nipples already were.
Fuck… look at her.
He watched as you chatted with the viewers, answering questions in that soft, slightly nervous tone he now recognized instantly. Every time you laughed, his grip tightened around his cock.
After a few minutes, someone in the chat asked to see the piercing again.
Jungkook’s breath hitched as you bit your lip under the mask and slowly pulled the tank top over your head. Your tits came into view — full, perfect, and that silver barbell glinting on your left nipple like it was taunting him.
He stroked himself faster.
You cupped your breasts and started playing with the piercing, rolling it between your fingers. A soft, involuntary moan slipped out of you.
Jungkook groaned quietly, hips twitching up into his hand.
Then the notification appeared.
fineline97 tipped $150 Message: missed you. you look so pretty tonight
He watched your eyes widen above the mask. Watched the way your lips parted when you read his message.
“Wow… fineline97 again,” you said, voice breathier than before. “Thank you so much… that’s really generous. You’re always so nice to me.”
Nice? Jungkook let out a dark, breathless laugh. If only you knew.
You kept playing with the piercing, tugging on it gently, moaning softly for the camera. He tipped again without hesitation.
fineline97 tipped $100 Message: play with it more for me
You hesitated for half a second, then smiled shyly.
“…Okay. Just for you then.”
Jungkook’s hand moved faster as he watched you obey — teasing the pierced nipple exactly how he told you to. Every little sound you made went straight to his cock. He was completely addicted to this. To you.
Then another message popped up in the chat:
hornyboy88: show us more… please take off the shorts 🥵
Jungkook froze.
He watched the way your body tensed. The way your hand paused on your piercing. Even through the mask, he could tell you were nervous. Shy. The idea of showing more clearly made you anxious… but there was also that tiny spark of courage in your voice when you spoke.
“…You really want to see?” you asked quietly, voice small and hesitant.
The chat exploded with begging.
Jungkook’s heart was pounding as he watched you hook your thumbs into your shorts. Your hands were shaking slightly. You took a deep breath… then slowly pushed them down your thighs.
Holy fuck.
You were left in nothing but a tiny black thong. The thin fabric clung to you, already damp. He could see the outline of your pussy so clearly it made his mouth water.
You kept your thighs pressed together at first, clearly too shy to spread them. Jungkook stroked himself harder, breathing ragged.
Then, slowly, you parted your legs just enough.
His cock throbbed violently in his fist.
You looked so fucking embarrassed… but so pretty. So perfect. Your hand hovered nervously over your panties, not even touching yet.
“Is… is this okay?” you whispered, voice soft and clearly shy. “I’m still a little shy about this part…”
Jungkook lost it.
He tipped again, bigger this time.
fineline97 tipped $180 Message: you’re doing amazing. so pretty like this
On screen, you smiled — that small, genuine, shy smile — and thanked him in that soft voice that drove him insane.
“Fineline97… thank you. You’re always so nice to me…”
You have no idea how not nice I want to be to you right now, he thought, stroking himself faster as you stayed exactly like that — topless, in just your panties, legs slightly spread while you kept playing with your tits. Every now and then your fingers would lightly trace over the fabric between your legs, teasing both him and the rest of the chat.
Jungkook came hard, sudden and intense, biting down on his own fist to stay quiet as ropes of cum spilled over his stomach. His vision blurred for a second, but he kept his eyes on the screen, watching you until the very end.
When you finally waved goodbye with that soft little giggle and ended the stream, Jungkook was still breathing heavily, chest covered in his own release.
He stared at the black screen for a long moment, heart racing.
Then he opened the chat and typed one last message before you could fully log off.
fineline97: you were perfect tonight. can’t stop thinking about you.
The Next Day, Jungkook showed up at the small café near Taehyung’s studio looking like he hadn’t slept at all.
Dark circles under his eyes, hair messy, black hoodie thrown on over a white tank top. He slid into the booth across from his best friend and immediately dropped his head into his hands.
Taehyung took one look at him and raised an eyebrow.
“Damn. You look like shit.”
“I feel like shit,” Jungkook muttered, voice rough. He lifted his head and stared at the table. “I watched another one last night.”
Taehyung didn’t even have to ask what “another one” meant. He already knew.
“…The sister again?”
Jungkook nodded slowly.
“She went further this time,” he said quietly. "First time she’s shown anything below the waist. She was so fucking shy about it, Tae.”
Taehyung let out a low whistle and leaned back in his seat.
“Jesus Christ, Kook.”
“I tipped her again,” Jungkook continued, running a hand through his hair. “$180 this time. Told her she looked pretty. She smiled. Thanked me in that soft little voice like I was some nice guy and not the asshole who argues with her every time we’re in the same room.”
He laughed, but there was no humor in it.
Taehyung studied him for a long moment, then sighed.
“Bro… you’re in deep. Like, actually deep. This isn’t just ‘oh she’s hot on camera’ anymore. You’re obsessed.”
He was about to say more when his phone vibrated on the table.
OnlyFans Notification maskedmoan just posted a new photo.
Jungkook’s heart immediately jumped. He unlocked his phone without thinking.
The photo loaded.
It was you — lying on your bed in the same black thong from last night, wearing a cropped black hoodie that was unzipped just enough to show the underside of your breasts and the silver barbell piercing glinting under the light. One hand was resting teasingly on your stomach, the other holding your phone to take the mirror selfie. The mask was on, lips slightly parted, looking soft and shy but undeniably sexy.
Caption: “Feeling a little brave tonight… live soon 💕 who’s coming to watch?”
Jungkook’s cock twitched instantly in his jeans. He stared at the photo for a few seconds too long, thumb hovering over the screen like he wanted to zoom in.
Taehyung noticed.
“…What the fuck are you looking at like that?”
Jungkook quickly locked his phone and shoved it face-down on the table, but the damage was already done. His ears were slightly red.
“She just posted a teaser photo,” he admitted quietly.
Taehyung raised both eyebrows.
“Jesus. You can't go to this party at Yoongi tonight, you're going to lose your mind.”
Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, clearly stressed.
“I can’t cancel. I told Yoongi that I would come. And I… I want to see her. I can't stop thinking about her.”
Taehyung shook his head, half amused, half concerned.
“Are you actually hearing yourself right now? You just watched her take her shorts off on camera last night. You tipped her almost two hundred dollars while she was in nothing but panties. And now you’re gonna go stand in the same room as her, with alcohol, dim lights, and her probably looking hot as fuck? You’re setting yourself up for disaster.”
Taehyung leaned forward, lowering his voice.
“Kook, listen to me. You’re already in way too deep. You’re getting live notifications while we’re sitting here talking about how obsessed you are with your best friend’s sister. This is insane. If you go to that party tonight, you’re gonna slip up. I can feel it.”
Jungkook didn’t argue. He just nodded slowly, but the look in his eyes said he had already made up his mind.
Taehyung sighed and leaned back.
“Fine. Go. But at least try not to stare at her like a creep. And for the love of God, don’t drink too much and say something stupid. If Jimin finds out what you’ve been doing…”
“I know,” Jungkook muttered. “I know.”
Taehyung shook his head, but there was a hint of concern behind the teasing.
Jungkook stayed quiet for a second, then looked up at his best friend with a slightly desperate expression.
“…Come with me.”
Taehyung blinked.
“What?”
“To the party,” Jungkook said. “Come with me tonight. Please.”
Taehyung raised an eyebrow, surprised.
“You want me to be your babysitter?”
“Basically,” Jungkook admitted, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t trust myself right now. If I go alone, I’m gonna end up staring at her the whole night like a fucking creep. Or worse — say something stupid. Having you there might actually keep me in check.”
Taehyung stared at him for a moment, then let out a short laugh.
“You’re really that gone, huh?”
Jungkook didn’t even try to deny it. He just looked at Taehyung with tired, pleading eyes.
Taehyung sighed, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Fine. I’ll come. But only because I don’t trust you not to ruin your life tonight. And if you start acting weird around her, I’m dragging your ass out of there.”
Jungkook let out a relieved breath.
“Thanks, man.”
Taehyung pointed a finger at him.
“I’m serious though. No staring. No weird comments. And if I catch you checking her out too obviously, I’m telling Jimin you have a crush on his sister just to watch the chaos.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile on his face.
“Deal.”
You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cropped black hoodie you’d picked for tonight. It was zipped down just enough to show a teasing hint of cleavage and the delicate chain necklace resting against your skin. You paired it with a high-waisted black mini skirt — short enough to look cute and a little sexy, but not too much. You knew Jimin would be at the party, so you kept it chill. Nothing too revealing. Just enough to feel good about yourself.
Soojin was lying on your bed scrolling through her phone, while Hana sat on the floor finishing her makeup.
“You look hot,” Hana said, glancing up at you. “Like… sexy but not ‘I’m trying too hard’ hot. Perfect for a party with your brother there.”
You smiled, turning slightly to check the outfit from the back.
“Thanks. I didn’t want to go too crazy since Jimin’s gonna be there. But after last night’s live… I kinda felt like dressing up a little.”
Soojin sat up and grinned.
Hana stood up and came over to fix the zipper of your hoodie, pulling it down just a tiny bit more.
“Good. You should feel good. And if Jungkook starts staring at you again tonight like last time, just own it. Maybe he’ll finally admit he’s into you.”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the small flutter in your stomach.
“He’s not into me. He just acts weird sometimes. Probably because he’s annoying.”
Soojin snorted.
“Or because he’s been secretly obsessed with you this whole time and doesn’t know how to handle it.”
You shook your head and grabbed your phone, checking the time.
10:51 p.m.
The party was already starting.
You took one last look in the mirror. The outfit was cute, a little sexy, but still appropriate enough that Jimin wouldn’t say anything. You felt good. Confident. A tiny bit bold.
“Alright,” you said, grabbing your bag. “Let’s go before I change my mind about this skirt.”
Hana smirked.
“Too late. You look hot. Own it.”
You smiled at your reflection one more time, then headed out with your two best friends.
Yoongi’s house was massive — the kind of huge, modern American-style mansion you only saw in movies. High ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, a giant open living room with three massive sectionals, colorful LED lights pulsing to the music, and at least fifty people already scattered around with drinks in their hands.
You arrived with Soojin and Hana, the three of you walking through the front door together. The bass from the music vibrated through the floor as you stepped inside.
“Damn,” Hana whispered, eyes wide. “Yoongi really went all out.”
“Right?” Soojin added, already scanning the room. “This place is insane.”
You were about to reply when your eyes landed on the huge sectional couches in the middle of the living room.
There they were.
Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung were sitting together, drinks in hand, laughing about something. Jimin spotted you first and immediately grinned, waving you over.
“Y/N! You made it!”
You smiled and walked toward them with your friends. As you got closer, Jungkook’s eyes lifted and landed on you.
For a split second, his gaze dropped — just for a second — to the cropped black hoodie and the short skirt you were wearing. His jaw tightened slightly before he quickly looked back up at your face, trying to act casual.
Taehyung, sitting right next to him, subtly elbowed Jungkook in the ribs without anyone noticing.
“Hey guys,” you said, stopping in front of the couch. “This place is crazy.”
Jimin stood up and gave you a quick side hug.
“Told you Yoongi knows how to throw a party. You look good, by the way. Not too crazy though, right?” he added with a teasing grin, clearly relieved you weren’t dressed too revealingly.
Soojin and Hana greeted everyone too, and for a minute there was light small talk. But you could feel Jungkook’s eyes on you more than once — not in an obvious way, but enough that you noticed. Every time you caught him looking, he quickly glanced away.
Taehyung, on the other hand, kept throwing subtle warning looks at Jungkook every few seconds.
After a couple of minutes, Hana tugged on your arm.
“Alright, we’re gonna go get drinks. Catch you guys later!”
You waved at Jimin and followed your friends toward the kitchen, feeling Jungkook’s gaze on your back as you walked away.
Jungkook was suffering.
He was trying so hard to follow Taehyung’s rules. No staring. No weird comments. Act normal.
But fuck, it was impossible.
You looked too good tonight. That cropped hoodie, the way it showed just enough skin every time you raised your arms while dancing, the short skirt that hugged your hips… and all he could think about was the black thong you were probably wearing underneath.
His grip tightened around his glass.
Taehyung leaned in close and muttered under his breath:
“Bro. You’re staring again. Stop it before Jimin notices.”
“I’m not staring,” Jungkook muttered back, even though he clearly was.
“You literally just watched her spin around like a creep. Pull yourself together.”
Jungkook exhaled sharply and forced his eyes back to his drink. But two seconds later, they drifted right back to you.
You were laughing at something Hana said, head tilted back, hips moving to the music. The hoodie slipped off one shoulder for a second, and Jungkook’s cock twitched in his jeans.
Fuck. I’m so fucked.
Taehyung glanced at him sideways, already knowing exactly what was going through his head.
Jungkook ran a hand down his face and exhaled hard. He couldn’t keep sitting there. Every time you moved, every time that hoodie slipped off your shoulder or your skirt rode up even a little, his self-control cracked a bit more.
He turned to Taehyung and muttered under his breath:
“Let’s go get another drink. Now. Before I actually lose my mind.”
Taehyung raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. He could see how tense Jungkook was.
“Yeah, alright. Come on.”
Jungkook and Taehyung reached the massive kitchen island. The music was still loud from the living room, but it felt quieter here. Jungkook grabbed two beers from the cooler and handed one to Taehyung. They both leaned against the counter.
Jungkook took a long sip, then exhaled sharply.
“I’m losing it, man,” he muttered, staring at the bottle. “Every time she moves out there… that hoodie, that skirt… I keep thinking about last night’s live. About the panties. About the piercing. It’s driving me fucking crazy.”
Taehyung took a sip of his own beer and gave him a side glance.
“I told you this would happen. That’s why I came with you tonight. To stop you from doing something stupid.”
Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.
“I know. I’m trying. But she looks so good. It’s not fair. I’m sitting there watching her dance and all I can think about is—”
He stopped himself and shook his head.
“Never mind. I sound like a fucking creep.”
Taehyung sighed and leaned his elbows on the counter.
“You are being a creep right now. But at least you’re aware of it. Just stay here with me for a while. Drink. Breathe. Don’t go back out there until you calm the fuck down.”
Jungkook nodded and took another long sip, trying to force himself to relax.
They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, talking quietly about random shit to distract Jungkook, when footsteps approached from the hallway.
Both of them looked up.
You walked into the kitchen, looking around for a second before spotting Jungkook and Taehyung leaning against the island. You headed straight toward them.
“Hey,” you said casually, grabbing a bottle of water from the counter. “You guys hiding in here or what?”
Jungkook’s grip tightened slightly around his beer the second he saw you up close. The cropped hoodie, the short skirt, the way your hair was a little messy from dancing… He quickly looked down at his drink.
Taehyung was the first to answer, keeping his tone light.
“Just getting drinks. Where’d your friends go?”
You sighed and leaned against the counter across from them.
“Soojin disappeared with Yoongi like twenty minutes ago. Pretty sure they’re hooking up somewhere upstairs. And Hana… I have no idea where she went. She said she was going to the bathroom and never came back.”
You took a sip of water and glanced between the two of them.
“So now I’m third-wheeling myself. Great.”
Jungkook stayed quiet, but you could feel his eyes on you every few seconds — not in an obvious way, but enough that you noticed. There was something different in the way he was looking at you tonight. Heavier. More intense.
Taehyung cleared his throat and tried to keep the conversation going.
“You having fun though?”
You nodded, playing with the cap of your water bottle.
“Yeah… it’s a good party. Big house, good music. I just didn’t expect to end up alone so fast.”
There was a short silence.
Then Jungkook finally spoke, voice a little lower than usual.
“You’re not alone. We’re here.”
You looked at him, surprised by the softness in his tone. For once, there was no teasing or sarcasm.
You gave him a small smile.
“Thanks, Jungkook.”
He didn’t say anything else, but the way he was looking at you made your stomach flutter a little.
Taehyung suddenly clapped his hands together.
“Alright, I’m gonna go check on Jimin before he starts doing shots with strangers. You two behave.”
He gave Jungkook one last pointed look before walking out of the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone.
You took another sip of your water and glanced at him. He was leaning against the counter, beer in hand, looking at you like he was trying very hard not to stare too much.
You raised an eyebrow.
“What? You’re being weird again.”
Jungkook let out a small scoff, but there was a tiny smirk on his lips.
“I’m not being weird. You’re the one who showed up alone looking for your friends like a lost puppy.”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your mouth.
“Excuse me? At least I have friends to lose. Unlike you, who just sits on the couch staring at people all night.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.
“I wasn’t staring.”
“You were,” you shot back, leaning against the counter across from him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice. Every time I looked over, you were looking at me like I had something on my face.”
He took a slow sip of his beer, eyes never leaving yours.
“Maybe I just like looking at you when you’re not yelling at me for once.”
Your cheeks warmed a little, but you kept your tone light and teasing.
“Wow. That was almost nice. Are you feeling okay?”
Jungkook smirked.
“Don’t get used to it, princess. I’m still the same annoying asshole you hate.”
You laughed softly and shook your head.
Then you heard loud voices and laughter coming from the hallway.
Jimin and Taehyung walked into the kitchen, both already a little tipsy, carrying a bottle of tequila and shot glasses.
“THERE you guys are!” Jimin grinned, clearly drunker than before. “We’re doing shots! Come on, no excuses!”
Taehyung placed the bottle on the counter and smirked at Jungkook.
“Yeah, come on. You two were getting way too cozy in here anyway.”
You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.
“Fine. But I’m not doing more than two. I still have to get home later.”
Jimin poured four shots and handed them out, already hyped.
“Alright! First round. Let’s go!”
The first round went down easy.
“Wooo!” Jimin cheered after everyone slammed their shot glasses on the counter. “Another one!”
Taehyung was already pouring the next round while Jungkook stood next to you, quiet but watching you from the corner of his eye.
You weren’t planning on getting drunk… but after the third shot, you were already feeling warm and giggly. By the fourth, everything felt a little softer around the edges.
“Okay, okay, last one,” you laughed, waving your hand as Jimin tried to pour you another. “I’m already feeling it.”
“You’re such a lightweight,” Jimin teased, but he didn’t push.
You rolled your eyes and turned slightly — and that’s when you realized how close you were standing to Jungkook.
Like… really close.
Your shoulder was almost touching his arm, and without even thinking, you leaned against the counter right next to him, your arm brushing his every time you moved. The alcohol made everything feel warmer, and for some reason, being near him felt nice. Comfortable.
You didn’t even notice you were doing it.
Jungkook did.
His entire body went rigid the second you leaned closer. Your bare arm kept brushing against his, and every time you laughed at something Jimin said, you tilted your head and your hair would lightly touch his shoulder.
He swallowed hard.
Taehyung noticed immediately and shot Jungkook a warning look, but Jungkook was too busy trying not to react to how close you were.
You, completely unaware, turned to him with a soft, tipsy smile.
“You’re being quiet tonight,” you said, voice a little slurred. “That’s new. Usually you’re busy annoying me.”
Jungkook glanced down at you. Your eyes were a little glassy, cheeks flushed from the alcohol, and you were standing so close he could smell your perfume.
“I’m just… letting you have fun,” he muttered.
You giggled — actually giggled — and without thinking, you reached out and lightly grabbed his forearm to steady yourself as you shifted your weight.
“See? You can be nice sometimes.”
After a few more minutes in the kitchen, Jimin suddenly clapped his hands.
“Alright! We’re going outside to play a game. Never Have I Ever — loser drinks!”
Everyone agreed (mostly because they were already tipsy), and the group moved to Yoongi’s huge backyard. The patio was massive, with string lights, a big fire pit, and comfortable outdoor couches arranged in a circle.
You were definitely feeling the shots now. Your head felt light, your body warm, and without even realizing it, you stayed close to Jungkook as everyone sat down. Your arm kept brushing against his, and at one point you even leaned slightly against his side without noticing.
Jungkook was trying very hard to stay calm.
Soojin finally reappeared with Yoongi — both of them looking very obviously freshly fucked. Her hair was messy, Yoongi’s shirt was wrinkled, and they both had that flushed, satisfied look. Hana showed up right after them, also looking a little disheveled but with a smug smile.
“Finally!” Jimin laughed. “Where the hell were you two?”
Soojin just smirked and sat down next to you, while Yoongi dropped into a chair with a satisfied sigh.
“Mind your business,” he said, pouring everyone new shots.
The game started.
The first few questions were light and funny.
“Never have I ever gotten a tattoo I immediately regretted,” Taehyung started.
Jungkook and Yoongi both drank. Everyone laughed when Jungkook muttered something about a drunk decision at 3 a.m.
Then Soojin took over, smirking as she looked around the circle.
“Never have I ever sent nudes to someone.”
Almost everyone drank — except Jimin and Taehyung, who dramatically pretended to be saints while the rest of you howled with laughter.
"The question was send, I can say I received plenty !"
The questions started flowing more naturally after that, the group getting louder and more unhinged with every round.
“Never have I ever hooked up in a car,” Hana said.
You and Jungkook both drank at the same time. Your eyes met for a second and you burst out laughing, leaning more into his side without thinking. Jungkook’s body tensed, but he didn’t move away. If anything, he shifted slightly so you could rest more comfortably against him.
“Never have I ever had a crush on someone in this circle,” Jimin added with a mischievous grin.
You took a sip without hesitation, giggling. To your surprise, Jungkook also drank. So did Taehyung and Hana. The circle erupted into teasing and “ooooh” sounds.
Soojin moved on. “Okay, never have I ever hooked up with someone while their sibling was in the next room.”
Yoongi and Soojin both drank immediately, and the entire circle lost it.
“Disgusting!” Hana yelled, throwing a cushion at them while laughing. “You two are actually animals.”
Yoongi just smirked and pulled Soojin closer, clearly proud of himself.
At one point, Jimin asked, “Never have I ever faked an orgasm?”
You and Hana both drank, which led to another round of loud laughter and teasing. You were giggling so hard you had to grab Jungkook’s arm to steady yourself, your body shaking against his.
“Stop laughing so much, you’re gonna make me spill my drink,” Jungkook muttered, but there was no real annoyance in his voice
You looked up at him with a drunk, teasing smile, still holding onto his arm.
“Oh? Is the big bad Jungkook scared of a little spilled beer? That’s cute.”
He raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
“Cute? Careful, princess. Keep talking shit and I might actually spill this drink on you.”
You gasped dramatically, still giggling as you lightly shoved his shoulder (though you didn’t let go of his arm).
“You wouldn’t dare. You’re all talk.”
Jungkook leaned in just a little closer, his voice dropping low enough that only you could hear.
“Try me.”
The way he said it sent a warm shiver down your spine. Your faces were closer than they should’ve been, your hand still gripping his arm, your thigh pressed against his. For a moment, the loud laughter and teasing around you faded into background noise.
You swallowed, your drunk brain struggling to come up with a comeback.
“…You’re annoying,” you finally muttered, but there was no bite to it. If anything, you were smiling.
Jungkook’s smirk widened.
“And you’re drunk. Dangerous combination.”
Before you could reply, Soojin clapped her hands loudly, breaking the moment.
“Alright, alright! Enough flirting, you two. Next question!”
You quickly pulled back a little (though you didn’t remove your hand from Jungkook’s arm), cheeks warm as the game continued.
The more shots you took, the tipsier you became. Everything felt softer, warmer, and funnier. Your head was fuzzy in the best way, and you kept giggling at nothing. At some point you had fully leaned back against Jungkook’s side, your body relaxed against his like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And the more you looked at him… the more you realized something.
Fuck… Jungkook is really hot.
You had always known he was attractive — the tattoos, the piercings, the sharp jawline, the way his black hair fell into his eyes — but tonight, with the alcohol buzzing through your veins and him sitting so close, it hit you differently. He looked unfairly good in that black t-shirt, his arm muscles flexing every time he moved, his lips wrapped around the rim of his beer bottle in a way that made your stomach flip.
You caught yourself staring at his mouth for a second too long and quickly looked away, cheeks burning.
But it was too late.
The second your eyes landed on Jungkook’s lips — soft, slightly wet from his beer, the little silver piercing on his lower lip catching the light — a very dirty thought flashed through your drunk mind:
Fuck… I bet his mouth would feel so good between my legs.
The image hit you hard — Jungkook on his knees, his tongue teasing your piercing, his hands gripping your thighs while he looked up at you with those dark eyes. Your stomach clenched and your thighs pressed together on instinct.
Your face went bright red.
You quickly looked down at your drink, trying to play it cool, but your body had other plans. The alcohol made everything worse — your skin felt hot, your heart was racing, and you were suddenly very aware of how close Jungkook was sitting next to you.
Unfortunately for you, you weren’t as subtle as you thought.
Hana and Soojin spotted it instantly.
“Oh my god…” Hana gasped, eyes widening with pure delight. “Did you just—”
Soojin’s jaw dropped before she burst out laughing.
“Y/N! Your face! You’re literally blushing like crazy right now!”
The entire circle turned to look at you.
You wanted the ground to swallow you whole.
“Shut up,” you muttered, hiding your face in your hands even though you were still smiling like an idiot. Your cheeks were on fire. “It’s the alcohol, okay? Leave me alone.”
Hana was cackling, pointing at you.
“Oh no no no, that was not an alcohol blush. That was a full-on dirty thought blush! What the hell were you thinking about?!”
Soojin leaned forward, grinning like the devil.
“Girl, your face turned tomato red in two seconds. You definitely just imagined something nasty. Spill!”
“I hate both of you,” you groaned, still hiding behind your hands while everyone laughed. “It’s nothing! Just drop it!”
But they kept teasing you relentlessly, making kissy faces and dramatic moaning sounds while you tried (and failed) to defend yourself.
Meanwhile, Jimin was completely out of it.
He had passed out on the big outdoor couch about ten minutes ago, head tilted back, mouth slightly open, completely dead to the world. Taehyung had even thrown a blanket over him at some point. He didn’t react at all to the chaos happening around him.
Jungkook, sitting right next to you, didn’t say a word during the teasing.
But you could feel his eyes on you the entire time.
And when you finally peeked through your fingers, he was looking at you with a small, knowing smirk — like he had a pretty good idea exactly what kind of thought had just gone through your head.
Your stomach flipped.
He leaned in closer to you. His voice was low, teasing, and way too cocky when he spoke right next to your ear:
“Were you thinking about me or am I dreaming, princess?”
Your heart stopped.
You slowly turned your head to look at him, eyes wide, face still burning. He was smirking — that annoying, arrogant, ridiculously hot smirk — clearly enjoying every second of your embarrassment.
You opened your mouth, then closed it, completely lost for words.
“I— Shut up,” you finally managed to say, voice weaker than you wanted it to be. You lightly shoved his arm, but there was no real force behind it. “You’re so annoying.”
Jungkook’s smirk only grew. He leaned back slightly, but his eyes stayed on you, dark and amused.
“Mm. That’s not a no.”
The game eventually died down on its own. Everyone was too drunk and tired to keep going, and the energy had shifted from chaotic to sleepy. People started getting up, stretching, and talking about heading home.
You tried to stand up, but the second you got on your feet, the world tilted dangerously. The alcohol hit you all at once — your head was spinning, your legs felt like jelly, and everything was blurry.
You took two steps toward the house and nearly tripped over your own feet. You stumbled forward, arms flailing, and for a terrifying second you thought you were about to fall straight into the pool.
“Shit—!”
Before you could hit the water, a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against a solid chest.
“Easy,” Jungkook’s voice murmured right next to your ear, low and steady. “I got you.”
You blinked up at him, your hands instinctively gripping his shirt. He was looking down at you with a mix of amusement and concern, one arm still securely around your waist to keep you upright.
“‘M fine,” you slurred, even though you clearly weren’t. Your head was resting against his chest now, and you made no move to pull away.
Hana and Soojin were watching with knowing smiles, clearly entertained.
“Yeah… you’re definitely not fine,” Hana laughed. “You almost swan-dived into the pool, babe.”
Jungkook glanced over at Jimin, who was still completely passed out on the couch, mouth open, dead to the world.
He sighed, then looked back at you.
“I’m taking you both home,” he said firmly. “You’re way too drunk to walk straight, and Jimin’s not waking up anytime soon.”
You tried to protest, but it came out weak and mumbled.
“Don’t wanna… ruin your night…”
Jungkook’s grip on your waist tightened slightly as he started guiding you toward the house, half-carrying you.
“Too late for that, princess. Come on.”
Taehyung appeared beside you two, helping lift Jimin off the couch with a grunt.
“I’ll help get him to the car,” he said to Jungkook. “You handle her before she actually falls into something.”
Jungkook nodded, then looked down at you again. You were still leaning heavily into him, your cheek pressed against his shoulder, barely able to keep your eyes open.
“You good?” he asked quietly, his voice softer now that it was just the two of you walking.
You hummed, too drunk to form proper sentences.
“Mm… you smell nice…”
Jungkook let out a small, amused breath, but didn’t reply. He just kept his arm firmly around you as he walked you out of the backyard and toward his car.
Jungkook helped you into the backseat of his car while Taehyung struggled with Jimin in the front. You were giggling the entire time, your limbs loose and uncoordinated from how drunk you were.
As soon as Jungkook closed the door and got into the driver’s seat, you immediately leaned forward between the two front seats, resting your chin on the center console.
“Kookieee…” you slurred, reaching out to poke his shoulder. “You’re driving me home? That’s so nice of you…”
Jungkook glanced at you through the rearview mirror, a small smirk on his lips.
“Someone has to make sure you don’t drown in a pool or walk into traffic.”
You pouted dramatically and flopped back against the seat, but not before grabbing onto his armrest and pulling yourself forward again so you were half-leaning between the seats.
“You’re so mean to me all the time,” you mumbled, resting your cheek against the back of his seat. “But tonight you’re being nice… I like it.”
Jimin was passed out in the passenger seat, head tilted against the window, completely dead to the world. You didn’t even glance at him — your drunk attention was entirely on Jungkook.
You reached out and lightly played with the sleeve of his t-shirt, your fingers tracing the fabric absentmindedly.
“Your arms are so big,” you said randomly, squeezing his bicep with a giggle. “No wonder you always win when we fight.”
Jungkook let out a quiet laugh, trying (and failing) to focus on the road.
“You’re really fucking drunk, you know that?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, not denying it. You were now fully leaning forward, your chest pressed against the back of his seat, your face close to his shoulder. “But you smell really good. Like… really good. What cologne is that?”
“Jesus Christ,” Jungkook muttered under his breath, but there was no real annoyance in his voice. If anything, he sounded amused… and a little strained.
You stayed like that for most of the ride — half-draped over the center console, talking nonsense, occasionally poking his arm or playing with the chain around his neck. Every time the car turned, you swayed and had to grab onto him to stay upright.
By the time Jungkook pulled up in front of your apartment building, you were even more gone than before.
You didn’t even wait for him to open the door properly. The moment he tried to guide you toward the building, you wrapped both arms around his waist from behind and pressed your face into his back.
“Don’t go…” you mumbled against his shirt. “Stay with me.”
Jungkook let out a quiet sigh, gently trying to pry your arms off him.
“I can’t stay, Y/N. You’re drunk. You need to sleep.”
You immediately started whining, your voice high and dramatic as you tightened your grip on him.
“Nooo… don’t leave me. I don’t wanna be alone. Jimin’s gonna be passed out anyway…” You looked up at him with big, glassy eyes, pouting hard. “Pleaseee? Just for a little bit?”
Jungkook ran a hand down his face, clearly struggling. He knew he shouldn’t stay. He knew it was a bad idea. But the way you were looking at him, all soft and needy and drunk, was making it very hard to say no.
“Y/N…” he started, trying to sound firm. “I’ll help you inside, make sure you’re okay, and then I’ll go. Alright?”
You didn’t like that answer one bit.
Your bottom lip wobbled dramatically as you grabbed onto his shirt with both hands, pulling him closer.
“Please don’t leave…” you whined, voice getting higher. “I want you to stay here…”
Jungkook closed his eyes for a second, exhaling slowly like he was praying for strength.
You kept tugging on his shirt, refusing to let go, your drunk brain fully convinced that if you just whined enough, he would stay.
“Pleaseee, Kookie… I’ll be good, I promise. Just stayyy.”
He looked down at you — at your flushed cheeks, messy hair, and the way you were clinging to him like your life depended on it — and knew he was losing this battle.
Finally, he sighed in defeat.
“Fine,” he muttered. “I’ll stay. But I’m sleeping in the guest room. Got it?”
Your face immediately lit up, a bright, drunk smile spreading across your lips as you hugged him tighter.
“Yayyy! Thank youuu~”
Jungkook shook his head, but there was a small, helpless smile on his face as he gently guided you toward the elevator, one arm securely around your waist.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” he mumbled under his breath.
Jungkook carried you into your room and gently laid you down on your bed. You immediately tried to pull him down with you, but he carefully untangled your arms and stepped back.
“Alright, you’re home safe,” he said quietly, standing at the edge of your bed. “If you feel sick or you need anything, just come get me in the guest room, okay? I’ll leave the door open.”
You pouted up at him, still very drunk and clingy.
“Stayyy…”
Jungkook gave you a small, tired smile and shook his head.
“Goodnight, princess.”
He turned off your bedside lamp, left the room, and quietly closed the door behind him.
The second he was gone, the apartment fell into silence.
You lay there in the dark for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling. Your head was spinning, but that wasn’t the only thing bothering you. Your body felt hot. Restless. The alcohol had made everything more intense — the way Jungkook smelled, the way he looked at you tonight, the way his arm felt around your waist, his voice in your ear…
You pressed your thighs together and let out a frustrated little whimper.
Fuck… I’m so horny.
You tried to ignore it. You really did. But the more you thought about Jungkook’s lips, his hands, his stupid smirk, the worse it got. Your panties were already damp, and every time you shifted, the friction made you bite your lip.
After ten minutes of tossing and turning, you gave up.
You grabbed your phone, opened OnlyFans, and went straight to your private live section. Since you only had about 10 subscribers (most of them were just there for the occasional content), you decided to go live privately — only they could see it. No one else. Not even the people who usually watched your public streams.
You quickly set up your phone on the little tripod at the foot of your bed, turned on the purple LED lights, and put your black lace mask on. You were still wearing the cropped hoodie and short skirt from the party, but you didn’t bother changing.
You hit “Go Live” and the notification went out to your small group of subscribers.
A few of them joined almost immediately.
You sat on the edge of your bed, legs slightly spread, and spoke in a soft, slightly breathy voice:
“Hi… sorry for the late live. I’ve been thinking about someone all night and it’s driving me crazy.”
You slowly pulled the cropped hoodie up and over your head, leaving you in just your bra and skirt. Your nipples were already hard, pressing against the thin fabric.
One of your subscribers immediately started tipping.
You smiled shyly under the mask and reached behind you to unclip your bra, letting it fall.
“I was at a party tonight,” you continued, voice low and a little shy. “There was this guy I know… annoying as fuck. Always arguing with me. But tonight he looked at me like he wanted to ruin me. And now I can’t stop thinking about his mouth. His hands. How good he’d feel between my legs.”
Your hand slowly trailed down your stomach and slipped under your skirt. You weren’t wearing panties underneath — you had taken them off earlier in the night because they were too uncomfortable. Your fingers brushed over your already wet pussy and you let out a soft moan.
“Fuck… I’m so wet already just thinking about him.
You leaned back on one hand, legs spreading wider as you started slowly circling your clit with two fingers, putting on a show for your small, private audience.
Jungkook was lying in the guest room, staring at the ceiling, cock already half-hard just from the memory of you clinging to him in the car and then in your room.
He couldn’t sleep.
Every time he closed his eyes he saw you — drunk, flushed, looking up at him with those big glassy eyes while you whined for him to stay. The way your short skirt rode up when you stumbled. The way you smelled. The way you kept touching him like you didn’t even realize you were doing it.
He groaned and grabbed his phone, and saw a notification : maskedmoan is live (Private – 8 viewers)
His stomach dropped.
He clicked without thinking.
The screen loaded.
And there you were.
Lying on your bed in the exact same room he had just left you in, legs spread, fingers deep in your pussy, moaning softly while you played with your pierced nipple.
Jungkook’s cock went rock hard instantly.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispered, staring at the screen like he’d been punched in the gut.
You had no idea he was watching.
You had no idea that the guy you were talking about — the “annoying asshole” from the party — was currently in the guest room with his hand wrapped around his cock, watching you finger yourself on a private live meant for only ten people.
Then you said it again, voice soft and breathy:
“I hate how hot he is. It’s not fair.”
Jungkook let out a low, broken groan and stroked himself faster.
You were talking about him.
You were so horny because of him.
He tipped immediately, heart pounding.
fineline97 tipped $150 Message: keep talking about him baby… tell me what you want him to do to you
On screen, your eyes widened a little above the mask when you saw the notification. You let out a soft, flustered laugh and spread your legs wider, adding a third finger.
“Mmm… he’s so annoying. Always calling me princess. Always looking at me like he wants to fuck me stupid. I bet he’d be mean about it too. Probably make me beg for it.”
Jungkook’s hand moved faster, breathing ragged.
You moaned louder, hips rolling up to meet your fingers.
“I want his mouth on my pussy so bad. I want him to hold me down and eat me until I’m crying. I want him to fuck me so deep I forget my own name. I hate him… but fuck, I want him so bad it hurts.”
Jungkook let out a low, broken groan and had to squeeze the base of his cock to stop himself from coming right then and there.
She’s talking about me. She’s fucking talking about me.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
The teasing at the party. The way you clung to him in the car. The way you looked at him with those drunk, glassy eyes when he carried you to bed. And now this — you, live on camera, touching yourself while describing exactly what you wanted him to do to you.
He was done pretending.
Jungkook stood up so fast the bed creaked. He shoved his cock back into his boxers and pants, grabbed his phone, and stormed out of the guest room.
His heart was hammering. His hands were shaking. But he knew exactly what he was going to do.
He was going to walk into your room, tell you he was fineline97, and then he was going to give you exactly what you’d been begging for on that live, if you let him.
You were right on the edge, two fingers deep, thumb rubbing your clit in tight, desperate circles, when you heard it.
Knock knock.
Your eyes snapped open.
Knock knock knock.
Someone was at your door.
Panic shot through you like ice water. You were live. On camera. Legs spread, fingers in your pussy, talking about Jungkook like a desperate slut.
“Shit— shit shit shit—”
You yanked your hand out from under your skirt so fast you almost fell off the bed. With trembling fingers you grabbed your phone and slammed the “End Live” button so hard the screen almost cracked.
The purple lights were still on. Your bra was on the floor. Your nipples were hard and your pussy was throbbing, soaked, empty.
Another knock, louder this time.
“Y/N?”
Jungkook’s voice.
Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.
You scrambled to pull the cropped hoodie back over your head, not even bothering with the bra. Your hands were shaking so badly you could barely get your arms through the sleeves. You kicked your discarded panties under the bed and tried to fix your hair, heart pounding so hard you thought you might actually pass out.
“Coming!” you called, voice way too high and shaky.
You took one last frantic look around the room — phone face-down on the nightstand, lights still purple, the air still thick with the scent of your arousal — and opened the door.
Jungkook was standing there.
Shirtless. Grey sweats hanging low on his hips. Hair messy. Eyes dark. And he was staring at you like he already knew exactly what you’d been doing two minutes ago.
You swallowed hard, trying to look normal. Failing miserably.
“Hey… um. What’s up? Did you need something?”
He didn’t answer right away.
Instead, he stepped inside your room without asking, closed the door behind him, and locked it.
The click of the lock made your stomach flip.
Jungkook turned to face you, leaning back against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze dragged slowly down your body — the oversized hoodie that barely covered your thighs, your bare legs, the way you were still breathing too fast.
Then he spoke, voice low and rough.
“Were you just live on OnlyFans talking about how badly you want me to eat your pussy until you cry?”
Your entire body went cold.
Then hot.
Then cold again.
You opened your mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
“I— what? I don’t— I wasn’t—”
Jungkook pushed off the door and took one slow step toward you.
“Don’t lie to me, princess.” His voice was calm. Too calm. “I was watching. Every second of it.”
Your back hit the wall before you even realized you’d been moving backward. Jungkook followed, stopping just close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his bare chest.
“You said you hated me but wanted me to fuck you so deep you forgot your own name. You said you wanted my mouth on your pussy while you played with that pretty little piercing I didn’t even know you had.”
Your face was on fire. Your thighs were pressed so tightly together you were shaking.
“You…” Your voice cracked. “You watched me? All this time?”
Jungkook’s head tilted slightly, like he was trying to read your face, he saw how pale you’d gone.
“You knew,” you continued, voice rising with panic. “You knew it was me this whole time and you just— you just watched? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Y/N—”
“No.” You shook your head fast, eyes wide and glassy. “Don’t. Don’t you dare try to act like this is normal. You— you were in the guest room. You were right there. And you were watching me touch myself while I talked about you like some desperate—”
Your voice broke. You pressed both hands over your mouth for a second, like you could physically shove the words back in.
“Oh my god,” you whispered through your fingers. “You’re gonna tell people. You’re gonna— fuck, you’re gonna blackmail me or something, aren’t you? Make fun of me? Humiliate me in front of Jimin? Is that it?”
Jungkook’s entire expression changed in an instant.
His eyes widened, then softened so fast it almost hurt to look at. He took one careful step closer, hands raised like he was approaching a scared animal.
“Hey. No. No. Y/N, listen to me—”
“You’re a fucking asshole,” you snapped, voice cracking with tears you refused to let fall. “You knew how scared I was of anyone finding out and you just— you just sat there jerking off to it like it was funny? Like I’m some joke? Is that why you were acting so weird at the party? Because you knew? Because you were laughing at me the whole time?”
“No.” Jungkook’s voice was firm now, almost desperate. “I would never do that to you. I didn’t tell anyone, just Taehyung because I didn't know what to fucking do, I was so lost, but not Jimin, not another single soul. I swear on my life.”
You laughed, but it was wet and bitter.
“Right. Because the guy who is an asshole to me every single day is suddenly gonna keep my biggest secret just because—”
“Because I’m obsessed with you.”
The words came out raw.
You froze.
Jungkook ran both hands through his hair, looking more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him. His voice dropped, rough and quiet.
“I didn’t watch because I wanted to laugh at you. I watched because I couldn’t fucking stop. The first time I saw you on that live and realized it was you… something in me just broke. I tried to close it. I really did. But then you smiled and I heard your voice and I just— I was gone. Every single live after that, I was there. Not because I wanted to expose you. Because I wanted you. All of you."
You stared at him, breathing hard, tears threatening to spill.
“I hated that I knew,” he continued, stepping closer until there was barely a foot between you. “I hated lying to your face every time I came over. I hated watching you act like you still hated me when all I wanted was to tell you that I’ve been losing my mind over you for months. But I didn’t say anything because I knew you’d think exactly what you’re thinking right now — that I was gonna use it against you. That I was gonna hurt you.”
His voice cracked on the last word.
“I would never hurt you like that, Y/N. Never. I’m not that guy. Not with you.”
You swallowed hard, still pressed against the wall like you might bolt at any second. Your voice came out small and shaky.
“…Then why didn’t you just tell me? Instead of— instead of watching me like some pervert?”
“Because I was scared,” he admitted. “Scared you’d hate me even more. Scared you’d think I was just another asshole trying to get in your pants. But after tonight… after hearing you say all those things on that live… I couldn’t keep pretending anymore. I couldn’t sit in that guest room and listen to you moan about how much you wanted me while I was ten feet away. I just— I couldn’t take it."
He took one more careful step closer. Close enough that you could feel the warmth of his bare chest.
“I’m not here to hurt you,” he said quietly. “I’m not here to make fun of you or tell anyone. I’m here because I’m fucking obsessed with you. Because I’ve been obsessed with you since the first time Jimin made us meet. And because hearing you say you wanted my mouth on you while you were touching yourself? That almost killed me.”
His voice dropped even lower, almost a whisper.
“I’m here because I want you.”
You stared at him, heart hammering, tears finally slipping down your cheeks.
“…You’re such a fucking asshole,” you whispered, voice breaking.
Jungkook’s mouth curved into the smallest, softest smile.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “But I’m your asshole. If you’ll have me.”
He reached out slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, and gently wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb.
“I’m sorry I scared you,” he said. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. But I’m not sorry I watched. Because every single second of those lives made me fall harder for you. And I’m done pretending I don’t want you.”
His thumb brushed your bottom lip.
“So tell me, princess…” His voice was soft. Careful. Yearning. “What do you want me to do now?”
You stared at him, heart hammering, face still burning. Your body was screaming yes, but your brain was still catching up — the panic, the embarrassment, the fact that he knew everything.
But the way he was looking at you right now… soft, desperate, yearning… it was doing something dangerous to you.
You swallowed hard.
“…I want you to fuck me,” you whispered, voice shaky but honest. “Like I said on the live. I want you to ruin me.”
Jungkook’s eyes darkened instantly.
That was all it took.
He closed the distance in one step, one hand sliding into your hair while the other gripped your waist. His mouth crashed into yours — hungry, deep, like he’d been waiting months for this exact moment. You moaned into the kiss, fingers digging into his bare chest as he backed you up against the wall.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned against your lips, voice rough. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
His hands were everywhere — sliding under your hoodie, gripping your ass, pulling you flush against him so you could feel how hard he already was. You gasped when he lifted you like you weighed nothing, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.
He carried you to the bed and laid you down, hovering over you, eyes roaming over your body like he was trying to memorize every inch.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, voice soft even as his hands pushed your hoodie up. “I’ve been losing my mind over you for months. Every live… every time you touched yourself and moaned… I wanted it to be me making you sound like that.”
He pulled the hoodie over your head, leaving you completely bare underneath. His gaze dropped to your chest, to the silver barbell glinting under the purple lights, and he let out a low, reverent sound.
“God, look at you…”
He leaned down and took your pierced nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking over the metal, sucking gently. You arched off the bed with a broken moan, hands flying to his hair.
“Jungkook— fuck—”
He hummed against your skin, switching to the other nipple, biting just hard enough to make your hips buck. One of his hands slid down your stomach, between your legs, and he groaned when he felt how wet you were.
“Jesus… you’re soaked. All this for me?”
You nodded frantically, too gone to be embarrassed anymore.
“Please— I need—”
“I know, baby.” He kissed down your stomach, slow and deliberate, until he was settled between your thighs. “I’ve got you.”
He didn’t tease. He just devoured.
His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your pussy before sealing over your clit, sucking hard. Two fingers pushed inside you at the same time, curling perfectly, and you cried out, back arching off the bed.
“Oh my god— Jungkook—”
He moaned against you like he was the one being pleasured, fingers pumping steadily while his tongue worked your clit in tight, relentless circles. Every filthy sound he made vibrated straight through you.
“You taste so fucking good,” he rasped between licks. “Been thinking about this for weeks. How you’d sound. How you’d taste. How tight you’d be around my fingers… my cock…”
You were already close — the live had wound you up too much, and now Jungkook’s mouth was pushing you right to the edge. Your hands fisted in his hair, thighs shaking around his head.
“I’m— I’m gonna— fuck, I’m gonna come—”
“Come for me, princess,” he growled against your pussy. “Let me feel it.”
You shattered with a loud, broken moan, thighs clamping around his head as you came hard on his tongue. Jungkook didn’t stop — he licked you through it, fingers still moving, drawing it out until you were whimpering and twitching from overstimulation.
When he finally pulled back, his mouth was shiny, eyes dark and hungry.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then crawled up your body, kissing you deep so you could taste yourself on his tongue.
Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at you, a dangerous little smirk tugging at his lips.
“You really meant all that shit you said on the live, huh?” His voice was low, rough, teasing. “About how you want me to fuck you stupid? How you want me to be mean about it?”
Your face burned, but you nodded anyway, too turned on to lie.
He chuckled darkly, one hand sliding up to wrap loosely around your throat — not squeezing, just resting there, possessive.
“Say it,” he ordered, eyes locked on yours. “Tell me what you want, princess.”
You swallowed, voice shaky but honest.
“I want you to fuck me stupid,” you whispered. “Like you always look at me like you want to. I want you to be mean about it. Make me beg for it.”
Jungkook’s eyes flashed with something dark and satisfied.
“There she is,” he murmured. “Good girl.”
He didn’t give you time to breathe.
In one smooth motion he flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so your ass was in the air. You barely had time to gasp before he was pushing inside you — one hard, deep thrust that knocked the air out of your lungs.
“Fuck—” you cried out, fingers twisting in the sheets.
Jungkook didn’t give you a second to adjust. He started fucking you immediately — hard, relentless. One hand gripped your hip tight enough to bruise while the other pressed between your shoulder blades, keeping you pinned down.
“This what you wanted?” he growled, hips snapping against your ass. “Me fucking you like I hate you? Like I’ve been waiting months to ruin this pretty little cunt?”
You moaned loudly, pushing back against him, already gone.
“Yes— yes, just like that—”
He laughed, low and mean, and reached down to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back.
“Listen to you,” he taunted, pace brutal. “So fucking desperate. You were just on live talking about how much you hate me, and now you’re creaming all over my cock like a slut. What happened to all that attitude, huh?”
You whimpered, tears of overstimulation already pricking at your eyes, but you loved it. Every degrading word went straight to your pussy.
“Jungkook— please—”
“Please what?” He slowed down just enough to make you whine, grinding deep instead of thrusting. “Use your words, princess. Or I stop.”
You nearly sobbed.
“Please— please fuck me harder— I need it, I need you to make me come—”
Jungkook groaned like the sound physically affected him, then gave you exactly what you asked for.
He fucked you stupid.
Hard, deep, punishing strokes that had you crying out into the mattress. Every thrust knocked the breath out of you. His hand stayed in your hair, the other gripping your hip so tight you knew you’d have bruises tomorrow. He leaned down, lips brushing your ear as he spoke.
He leaned down, lips brushing your ear as he spoke, voice low and filthy.
“Look at you,” he growled, hips snapping hard and deep. “So fucking desperate for my cock, you’re taking it like a good little slut. You like it when I’m mean, don’t you?”
You moaned loudly into the mattress, fingers twisting in the sheets as he fucked you harder, deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
“Yes— yes, I like it—”
Jungkook let out a dark laugh, one hand still fisted in your hair while the other slid under you to pinch your pierced nipple, tugging on the silver barbell just hard enough to make your back arch.
“I knew you would,” he rasped, pace brutal. “All that attitude with me, all those little glares and smartass comments… and now you’re bent over like this, dripping down your thighs and begging for my cock. Such a fucking hypocrite, princess.”
You whimpered, pushing back against him, completely gone.You nearly sobbed, hips rolling desperately.
“Please— please let me come— I’ll do anything— I’ll be so good— just please, Jungkook—”
Jungkook groaned like the words physically affected him, then flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion. He hooked your legs over his shoulders and slammed back inside you, the new angle making you scream.
“There we go,” he panted, eyes locked on yours as he fucked you deep and hard. “Now I can see that pretty face while you fall apart. You look so fucking good like this — all fucked out and desperate for me.”
He leaned down, biting your bottom lip before pulling back just enough to speak.
“Tell me who’s fucking you stupid right now,” he demanded, voice rough. “Say my name.”
“You— you, Jungkook— oh my god—”
“That’s right,” he growled, one hand sliding between your bodies to rub your clit in tight, brutal circles. “I’m the one making you feel this good. I’m the one you’ve been thinking about every time you touched yourself on those lives. Say it.”
“You’re the one— I’ve been thinking about you— I want you—”
Jungkook’s control finally snapped.
He fucked you harder than before, hips snapping with purpose, eyes never leaving your face as he pushed you right to the edge.
“Come,” he ordered, voice low and commanding. “Come on my cock like the filthy girl you are. Let me feel it.”
You shattered with a broken scream, back arching clean off the bed as your orgasm hit so hard your vision whited out. Your walls clenched around him like a vice, thighs shaking violently as wave after wave crashed over you.
Jungkook groaned loudly, fucking you through it, and followed right after — burying himself deep with a low, guttural moan of your name as he came hard, hips stuttering.
For a long moment, the only sound was both of you panting, skin slick with sweat, hearts racing.
Then Jungkook gently pulled out, flipped you onto your side, and pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you like he never wanted to let go. He pressed soft kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your temple — a complete contrast to how mean he’d just been.
“You okay?” he whispered, voice gentle now, thumb brushing slow circles on your hip.
You nodded, still a little dazed, and turned in his arms to bury your face in his neck.
“…Yeah,” you breathed. “I’m really okay.”
Jungkook smiled against your hair, holding you tighter.
“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet… but we can take a break first.”
You let out a soft, exhausted laugh and pressed a kiss to his collarbone.
“Annoying asshole,” you mumbled fondly.
Jungkook chuckled, the sound warm and real as he kissed the top of your head.
“Yeah,” he said, voice soft and a little bit in love. “But I’m your annoying asshole now.”
You woke up to the sound of someone groaning like they were dying.
It took you a second to remember where you were — and who was in the apartment with you.
Your body was sore in the best way. Your thighs ached, your neck had faint marks from Jungkook’s mouth, and you could still feel the ghost of him inside you. You were wearing nothing but one of his black t-shirts that he’d left on the chair last night. It smelled like him.
From the living room came another dramatic groan, followed by the sound of someone stumbling into the kitchen.
Jimin.
You sat up slowly, hair messy, and glanced at the guest room door. It was slightly open. Jungkook was already awake — you could hear the faint sound of the coffee machine running.
You padded out of your room quietly, still in his shirt that barely covered your ass.
Jimin was leaning against the kitchen counter like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His hair was a disaster, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like death warmed over.
“Morning,” you said, trying not to laugh.
Jimin turned his head toward you and immediately winced like the light physically hurt him.
“Kill me,” he rasped. “Actually kill me. I’m never drinking again.”
You snorted and walked over to pour him a glass of water.
“You said that last time too.”
“This time I mean it,” he groaned, taking the water with both hands like it was holy. “What the fuck did Yoongi put in those shots? I feel like I got hit by a truck. A very angry, tequila-flavored truck.”
You were trying very hard not to smile too much as you grabbed a mug for yourself.
Behind you, you heard the guest room door open.
Jungkook stepped out, shirtless, grey sweats low on his hips, hair still messy from sleep. He looked unfairly good for someone who had barely slept. His eyes immediately found yours across the kitchen, and for a split second his expression softened — warm, a little possessive, like he was remembering exactly what he did to you last night.
Then Jimin turned around and saw him.
“Kook? You stayed over?” Jimin blinked slowly, brain clearly still buffering. “Shit… I don’t even remember getting home.”
Jungkook leaned against the fridge, playing it cool.
“Yeah. You were completely gone. Tae and I brought you both back.”
Jimin nodded like that made sense, then immediately regretted moving his head.
“Fuck… my brain feels like it’s melting. Did I do anything embarrassing?”
You and Jungkook exchanged a quick glance.
“Nah,” Jungkook said smoothly, pouring himself coffee. “You just passed out on the couch and started snoring like a chainsaw. Classic.”
You bit your lip to hide your smile and turned back to the counter, but you could feel Jungkook’s eyes on you — specifically on the way his shirt looked on you, and the faint mark on your neck that your hair wasn’t quite covering.
Jimin, bless his hungover soul, didn’t notice a thing.
He just groaned again and dropped his forehead onto the cool countertop.
“I’m never leaving the house again. Tell Yoongi I died. Tell everyone I died.”
You laughed softly and reached over to ruffle his hair.
“Drink your water, drama queen.”
Jimin made a pathetic noise of suffering.
Meanwhile, Jungkook stepped closer under the guise of grabbing the milk from the fridge. As he passed behind you, his hand brushed lightly against your lower back — hidden from Jimin’s view — and his voice was quiet enough that only you could hear.
“Morning, princess,” he murmured, lips barely moving. “You look good in my shirt.”
Your cheeks warmed instantly.
You shot him a warning look over your shoulder, but there was no real heat behind it. Especially not when he smirked at you like that — soft and cocky at the same time.
Jimin lifted his head just enough to squint at both of you.
“Why are you two being weirdly civil this morning? Usually you’re at each other’s throats by now.”
You and Jungkook answered at the exact same time.
“We’re not—”
“I’m just tired—”
Jimin stared at you both for a long second, then shrugged and dropped his head back down.
“Whatever. As long as you’re not fighting, I don’t care. My head is killing me.”
Jungkook caught your eye again over Jimin’s head. This time his smirk was smaller, but his eyes were warm — full of everything that happened between you last night.
You looked away quickly, biting back a smile, heart doing stupid little flips in your chest.
Yeah… this was going to be interesting.
Oh, Baby!
→ Summary: Your brother has finally come around to the fact that you’re in a “serious” relationship with his best friend. However, that doesn’t stop Jungkook from testing his limits…
↠ jungkook x f.reader | 4.1k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, brother’s best friend, post-college au, vegas wedding au
→ Warnings: explicit & unprotected sex, fucking in a tiny airplane bathroom, fucking in a pool, getting fingered in an elevator, getting caught by your brother a lotttt, teasing, dirty talk, needy!jungkook, drunk sex, alcohol consumption, hangover symptoms, multiple orgasms, multiple sex scenes, exhibitionism
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→ Author Note: the long-awaited second part to Oh, Brother! I hope you all love it as much as I do! Check out all of the installments of The Oh! Chronicles series here! If you want a teaser/spoiler for part three, you should join my personal discord server (I’ll be sharing a snippet soon!) As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are much appreciated!
The bathroom door opens suddenly, and a pissed-off-looking Jaemin is standing there. His eyes drift to you sitting on the bathroom sink with your dress hiked up, then to Jungkook, standing in between your open, exposed legs, with his jeans loosened around his waist.
Jaemin’s face flushes crimson, the fury unmistakable as his eyes lock onto the scene unfolding before him. His fists clench at his sides, every muscle in his body tensing with barely contained rage.
Across from him, Jungkook lets out a nervous laugh, the tension crackling in the air around them.
“Oh, brother….”
𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓…
Jungkook taps incessantly on your shoulder, not stopping until you switch your attention from the view from the small window to him and take out your airpods.
“God, this flight feels like it’s never going to end. How much longer?” Jungkook whines, shifting in the seat next to you.
“We only have an hour left. Suck it up,” you reply, popping your airpods back in and restarting your music.
He gives you that classic puppy-dog face he always uses when he’s not getting enough of your attention.
You sigh, taking them out again. “What?” you ask, raising an eyebrow when he still says nothing. Before he can answer you, the overhead speaker crackles to life as the flight attendant makes an announcement.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we will begin our descent into Las Vegas shortly. Please make any final trips to the lavatories before returning to your seats, fasten your seatbelts, raise your tray tables, and ensure your seat backs are in the upright and locked positions.”
You're headed to Vegas for a post–college graduation celebration for Jaemin, Jungkook, and Jaehyun. It was originally supposed to be a guys’ trip until they found out you were coming. Then, suddenly, everyone invited their girlfriends. You didn’t mind, though. Honestly, you only wanted to come because you didn’t trust Jaemin and Jungkook not to get into another fight.
Jungkook had been unbelievably sweet the first time, he took everything from Jaemin without throwing a single punch back. He knew it was against the bro code to date you, sleep with you, or even think about you. You were so off-limits, yet he couldn’t resist you.
Once Jaemin finally cooled off, he and Jungkook talked things out after a month of silence. Since then, things have been smooth for the most part. Just a couple of minor arguments over dumb stuff, like best friends tend to have.
Still, you can’t shake the feeling that this trip has disaster written all over it. That’s why you were so dead-set on coming along. Jungkook caved first; he’s never been good at saying no to you. Jaemin agreed the next day, realizing that if Jungkook was bringing a girl, then he had an excuse to invite Kira, the girl he’s secretly in love with. And not wanting to be the odd one out, Jaehyun decided to invite his not-so-sneaky link along too.
“Will you come to the bathroom with me?” Jungkook asks, already rising from his seat, clearly expecting you to follow without question.
You blink at him. “What for?”
He doesn’t bother answering, and instead throws a look over his shoulder that makes your stomach flip.
With a sigh, you unbuckle and trail after him toward the back of the plane. He stops outside the lavatory and taps the door, eyes then noticing the small green indicator light that reads Vacant.
Glancing around to make sure no one’s watching, he quickly opens the door and ushers you inside. He slips in after you, locking the door behind him.
You’re immediately squished together, your back nearly hitting the tiny sink.
“What are you doing?” you whisper, annoyed and slightly breathless. “Both of us can’t fit in here.”
“I need you,” he murmurs, eyes dark and intense.
“Now?” you hiss. “You couldn’t wait until we’re in the luxurious king-sized bed that’s waiting for us?”
He leans in, brushing his lips along your neck. “I always need you,” he breathes. “I always want you. I always crave you.”
He presses hot, desperate kisses into your skin, moaning like he’s been touch-starved for days as your fingers tangle in his hair. His breath stutters against your neck when you tug just a little, pulling him closer.
“C’mon,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “Don’t you want to join the Mile High Club? Now’s the perfect chance…”
His hands drift lower, fingers teasing the waistband of your sweatpants with maddening slowness.
You roll your eyes, breath hitching. “And what if we get caught? Then we’re joining the No-Fly List instead.”
But before you can talk yourself out of it, his fingers dip between your thighs, and your argument dies in your throat.
Your back hits the mirror as he kisses you hungrily, all lips and tongue. The cramped space is forgotten the second he slips two fingers inside you, teasing you with shallow thrusts and curling them to hit your sweet spot.
“Jungkook,” you mewl, clutching his shirt to pull him closer, needing more.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he murmurs against your lips, his fingers now circling your clit, taunting you for what’s to come.
“Please fuck me,” you breathe, eyes glazed. You're already too far gone to care about consequences.
That’s all it takes. In one swift movement, he yanks your pants down, followed by his own. Wasting no time, he buries his thick cock deep inside you.
You bite your lip to keep from crying out as he starts to move, fast and rough, rocking into you over and over. Thank god you’re in the air, where the engines are loud and the small bumps of turbulence cover up any noises coming from the small space you two occupy.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, as he adjusts his hips to a new angle that has you on the verge of coming undone.
Jungkook is mid-thrust when someone starts aggressively knocking on the door.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
You freeze. He doesn’t.
“Ignore them, baby,” he growls into your ear, voice thick with lust. “I can’t stop now. Not until I come in this sweet little cunt of yours.”
His pace doesn’t falter as he speaks, hips slamming into yours.
“Fuck, I’m so hard for you. You’re dripping for me, so tight and so perfect. You hear that?” he grunts as he bottoms out again. “That wet little pussy’s begging for it. You’re such a cock-hungry slut, look at you.”
You moan, vision blurring, every filthy word driving you closer to the edge.
“I can feel you gripping me,” he pants. “You gonna come, baby? You want me to make you come all over my cock?”
You nod frantically, unable to form words. Everything in you is coiled tight, seconds from unraveling.
Your body arches against him as waves of pleasure crash through you, every nerve lit up, every muscle trembling. You clamp around him, moaning his name as your orgasm rips through you.
Jungkook doesn’t stop. He groans against your neck, fucking you through the aftershocks, his pace stuttering as he loses control.
“Fuck–” he chokes out, hips jerking as he buries himself deep one last time. His release shoots into you in hot, pulsing streaks, his whole body tensing as he moans your name one last time.
When it’s finally over, you gather yourself with a flushed face and shaky hands. Jungkook presses one last kiss to your temple before using some toilet paper to wipe his come that’s leaking out of you. You both try to straighten your clothes in the tiny mirror before unlocking the door to escape.
After opening the door, you’re met by the impatient glare of a teenage girl.
“I’m so sorry,” you mumble, sliding past her quickly. And then your heart drops.
Standing directly behind her, arms crossed and jaw tight, is your brother.
Jaemin stares at you both for a beat, his expression unreadable. Then he mutters, “God, you two act like newlyweds—fucking everywhere all the time.”
You can practically feel Jungkook smirk beside you. Cheeks burning, you drag him back to your aisle before he says something that would escalate the ordeal.
Turning your head back around once seated, you make eye contact with your brother who’s face looks just as pissed off. Like he’s silently calculating whether joining the mile-high version of Fight Club would be worth the federal charges.
The first few nights in Vegas were a blur of flashing lights and endless drinks. You danced until your feet ached and woke up with memories that felt like a dream. Last night was a well-needed break. The group opted for a low-key evening, which involved a quick dinner, a few drinks by the resort pool, and an early night to recharge.
Today, you’re still taking it easy. Lounging in the private pool that wraps around your suite, a hidden oasis high above the Vegas strip. The sun is warm on your skin, the water cool against your lower half as you lean on the edge and take in the view.
You close your eyes, breathing in the stillness, until the balcony door slides open.
“Where is everyone? All the rooms are empty.” Jungkook asks as he steps out, towel slung around his neck, sweat still clinging to his post-gym glow.
You tilt your head toward him without opening your eyes, resting your head on your arms. “Jaemin and Kira went to brunch earlier. And Jaehyun’s taking Sophia shopping as a way to make up for flirting with the hostess last night.”
He chuckles, stripping out of his gym clothes and easing into the water beside you.
“I told everyone we’d meet in the lobby at 10. DJ Johnny doesn’t go on until 11, so we’ve got plenty of time to get to the club.”
He hums in agreement, arms sliding around your waist as he pulls you close. For a moment, the two of you just float there in silence, the city stretching below and the desert sun catching the water in shimmering flecks.
“You look happy,” he says softly, his eyes scanning your face.
“I am happy,” you reply, smiling up at him.
He kisses you lightly at first. It’s sweet and unhurried, like he’s savoring this moment with you. But then it shifts. His lips grow firmer, more insistent. The hand on your waist slides lower, fingers pressing into your hip as his tongue parts your lips. The kiss deepens, turning molten. Your body responds instantly, pressing into him as heat begins to build beneath the surface of your skin.
His mouth trails down your neck as he pushes you gently against the pool’s edge. The water laps around you as his hands roam, exploring you, teasing you beneath the surface. You gasp when his fingers find their way between your thighs, and he smirks against your skin.
“Think you can handle me? I’m fully recharged and overflowing with energy,” you tease with a grin.
“You know the gym doesn’t drain me. If anything, it just pumps me up,” he murmurs, voice low and full of promise as he presses his hard length against you. “Think you can handle me?”
You chuckle, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in for another kiss. He pulls the material of your bathing suit bottoms to the side before thrusting into you, the water adding a slow, gliding rhythm to every thrust. The city sparkles behind him, but you can’t take your eyes off his face.
“I love you,” you moan, breathless, pulling his face back to yours for another scorching kiss. Your lips crash together, tongues tangling, bodies clinging beneath the water like you’re trying to melt into each other.
“Let me show you how much I love you,” Jungkook growls against your mouth.
He grips your waist, lifting you just enough to slip out of you, only to slam back in, hard and deep. The water ripples violently around you as your hips meet with perfect timing repeatedly. You toss your head back with a gasp, eyes fluttering shut.
A low groan escapes him as he watches you come undone. One hand braces behind your back, the other reaches up to tug at the strings tied behind your neck. With a practiced flick, your bikini top slips loose and floats off beside you, forgotten.
His eyes darken as he stares at your bare chest, his mouth instantly descending to taste you. Jungkook leaves hot, wet kisses trailing over sensitive skin as he sucks a nipple between his lips.
You're lost in it, lost in him, until a familiar voice breaks your spell.
“Oh, shit,” Jaemin curses, immediately turning away, hand thrown up to shield his eyes. “What the fuck, you guys? Seriously?!”
You shriek, instinctively trying to cover yourself, but Jungkook barely flinches, holding you firmly against him, knowing that his broad shoulders hide you from your brother’s view.
From inside the suite, Kira peeks out, drawn by Jaemin’s raised voice. Her eyes widen the second she takes in the scene of you straddling Jungkook in the pool, easily able to figure out what you guys are up to.
Moving quickly to Jaemin’s arm with both hands. “Let’s go,” she says brightly, dragging him back toward the suite. “Give them some privacy.”
Jaemin mutters under his breath, still scowling. “Fucking hell. I take it back, you’re worse than newlyweds. At this point, you’re like like fucking horny teenagers.”
He throws a glare over his shoulder. “Jungkook! Don’t make me fuck you up again, bro. I will! Geez!”
“Oh, come on, Jaemin,” Kira laughs, tugging him away before his temper flares. “Don’t be such a cockblock. See you two later!” She shoots you a wink just before disappearing inside, her voice echoing faintly, still teasing Jaemin for his unlucky streak of catching you two.
You make a mental note to buy her a thank-you drink tonight.
But that thought vanishes the second Jungkook thrusts up into you again, dragging you back into the moment. The water splashes around you with every movement, slapping softly against the tiled edges of the pool.
Your head falls back, mouth parted in a silent moan as your body clenches around him again. And this time, there’s no holding back.
You’re not exactly sure how you ended up here.
When you and Jungkook slipped out of the club earlier tonight, ditching your friends in a whirlwind of whispered giggles and stolen touches, you figured it would end in another wild quickie somewhere. And to be fair, it started that way. He had his hands all over you in the back of the taxi, his mouth on your neck as the Strip blurred by.
But then, the car dropped you both off at the far end of Las Vegas Boulevard, where you ran straight into a group of strangers who swore they’d partied with you on your first night in town. Whether they were right or not didn’t really matter; they bought you shots like old friends and kept them coming, one after the other, until the world tilted sideways.
And somehow...you agreed to Jungkook’s crazy idea.
Now you’re standing inside a chapel bathed in neon pink light, next to a man in a bedazzled Elvis costume who smells faintly of old cologne and too much hairspray. Jungkook is holding both of your hands in his, his fingers warm and solid around yours. His grin is so wide it practically splits his face in half, his eyes crinkling with drunken joy as he watches the impersonator read the vows.
“Do you, Jeon Jungkook, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Elvis says in a dramatic drawl.
“I do,” Jungkook replies without hesitation, his voice thick with emotion, and maybe tequila. “With my whole heart.”
He slips a thin silver ring onto your finger. One he bought just minutes ago from a display stand outside. It’s slightly too big and also a little tacky, but somehow perfect.
Now it’s your turn. You blink up at him, your heart thudding wildly in your chest.
“I do,” you say softly, biting back a giddy laugh. “With my whole heart.”
“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the Elvis impersonator declares with flair, throwing out his arms. “You may kiss!”
Jungkook’s hands envelop your face as he kisses you, sealing your fate.
The handful of drunk couples that are waiting for their turn cheer loudly as Jungkook lifts you straight off your feet. You wrap your arms around his neck, squealing as he carries you bridal-style down the narrow aisle and out of the chapel, laughing the whole way.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” you say breathlessly, still laughing as you cup his jaw and guide him into another messy kiss.
“I can’t either,” he says against your lips, eyes shining. “But god, I’m so ridiculously happy right now.”
He sets you down and pulls you close, forehead pressed to yours.
“Mrs. Jeon Jungkook, you make me so fucking happy. I love you, baby. So much.”
You can’t stop smiling and neither can he.
The next morning, your head feels like it’s still spinning. The light bleeding through the hotel curtains is too bright, stabbing straight into your skull. You groan and crack an eye open, trying to piece together where you are, and more importantly, what the hell happened last night.
Bits and pieces flash into your memory.
The pounding bass of the DJ set. Clinking shot glasses. Jungkook’s laughter against your ear, both of you cracking up about something that felt hilarious at the time. Though now you can’t recall a single detail.
You shift beneath the sheets, rubbing your eyes, when something cool and metallic catches your attention.
You pause, blinking.
There’s a ring on your finger.
A ring.
You yank your hand back and jump upright, heart now thudding in your chest like it’s trying to break free. In your sudden panic, your elbow smacks straight into Jungkook’s face.
“Ow! What the–” he groans, rolling onto his side. “Babe, what was that for?”
“Oh my god,” you whisper, scrambling out of bed.
Still half-drunk, half-hungover, and fully spiraling, you make a beeline for the bathroom and immediately hurl the remnants of last night into the toilet.
Your knees hit the cold tile as you clutch the porcelain bowl, your mind spinning even faster than your stomach.
Jungkook is at your side a moment later. Sleepy, shirtless, and concerned, he crouches beside you without saying a word, gently pulling your hair back and rubbing slow, soothing circles across your spine.
“Breathe,” he murmurs. “It’s okay. Just breathe.”
Once you’re fairly certain your insides are empty, you lean back on your heels, wiping your mouth with a towel and groaning.
“I feel like death,” you mumble.
“You look beautiful,” Jungkook says with a lazy smile, though his eyes are scanning your face carefully. Searching. Bracing.
He stands, reaching into the shower to turn on the water. Steam starts to fill the bathroom as he undresses and steps inside, then turns to hold out his hand for you.
You hesitate.
Your eyes drop to the ring on your finger again, then flick back to his face.
He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to. You can tell he’s watching you closely, reading every micro-expression, seeing if you have any doubt. There’s no trace of regret in his eyes, but there’s a quiet question behind them.
What are you feeling? And are we okay?
You reach for his hand and step in beside him.
You wash up quickly, letting the hot water rinse away the hangover haze clinging to your skin. Feeling clean doesn’t solve everything, but it helps ground you.
After drying off and throwing on fresh clothes, you sit on the edge of the bed and breathe for a moment. Jungkook's quiet, giving you space, but you can still feel his eyes on you.
Then, finally, he breaks the silence.
“C’mon,” he says gently. “Let’s get some breakfast and cure your hangover before you spiral again. I got a text from Jaemin, they’re waiting for us in the lobby if we want to join everyone for brunch.”
You nod, grabbing your phone and purse before the two of you leave the suite and step into the elevator. Oh god…how are you going to tell everyone…
Jungkook speaks again once the elevator doors close. “Well, last night happened.”
You exhale, almost laughing. “Yeah. I guess it did.”
You start picking at your fingernails, nerves creeping in again as the elevator begins its descent. Jungkook notices instantly.
“Hey,” he says, catching your hands in his. “Don’t do that. Don’t second-guess this. I’m happy. Let’s be happy.”
You look up at him. He gives you that soft smile, the one that always manages to settle your heart.
He pulls you into a hug, wrapping you up like he’s trying to shield you from the chaos of the outside world.
“It’s not how I imagined it, not even close,” he says, resting his chin on your shoulder. “But you know what? I love that I get to call you my wife now. I like that I’m your husband.”
He leans back just enough to nuzzle into your cheek, his lips brushing against your skin in a quiet, reassuring gesture.
And for a moment, your worries melt away. Because if nothing else, you’ve got him. And maybe that’s more than enough.
His hand squeezes your waist as the elevator descends, and you feel his fingers trailing lower, skimming the hem of your skirt with intent.
“Jungkook…” you murmur, glancing toward the mirrored walls, but he’s already moving, slipping his hand beneath the fabric like he owns you, because, well, after last night…he kind of does. And you kind of like that.
His fingers find your heat instantly, and your breath catches in your throat.
“So wet already,” he hums against your ear, voice low and dangerous. “You want to get caught, don’t you?”
You press your back against the elevator wall, heart hammering as his thumb begins to circle your clit.
It feels so good that you can barely stand. The pressure is building fast, your thighs trembling as he slides two fingers inside you.
“Fuck,” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he curls them just right.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he says, nipping your earlobe. “Look at yourself. Watch how fucking wrecked you look when I touch you.”
Your gaze finds the mirrored wall. You see your parted lips, the way your chest rises and falls, the dark hunger in Jungkook’s eyes as he watches you unravel.
He moves faster, fucking you with his fingers, thumb pressed tight to your clit.
“Scream my name, baby. Who makes you feel this good? Who makes you come uncontrollably?”
“Jungkook!” you cry out before you can think.
He sinks his teeth into your neck, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make you gasp.
“Wrong,” he growls. “Try again.”
“M–my husband,” you stammer, on the verge of falling apart. “My husband makes me come uncontrollably.”
“That’s right,” he whispers, voice thick with pride and lust. “That’s fucking right, wife. Now come all over these fingers. You’ve earned it.”
And you do, trembling, legs barely holding you up, biting down a scream as wave after wave crashes over you.
As the elevator nears the lobby, he slowly pulls his hand from between your thighs, sucking one of his fingers into his mouth like he’s tasting the best thing he's ever had before returning it for more.
“Wow,” you pant, trying to catch your breath. “Being married already has its perks.”
He smirks, using his other hand to brush a strand of hair from your face. “Baby, we haven’t even started collecting the benefits.”
The elevator dings softly as it reaches the lobby, and the doors slide open with an almost theatrical slowness, just in time to reveal a very pissed-off-looking Jaemin standing directly in front of you.
Judging by the way his jaw is clenched and the murderous glare aimed at the two of you, he definitely heard the tail end of that little scene. Probably more.
“You’re married?!” Jaemin’s voice echoes through the lobby, loud enough to turn heads. A few bystanders pause mid-step, curious and mildly entertained by the drama unfolding in front of the elevators.
Thankfully, he hasn’t seemed to notice Jungkook’s hand still slick from where it was between your thighs before he reluctantly slips it away.
Jungkook glances over his shoulder, letting out a sheepish laugh. “Well, the honeymoon’s off to a strong start. Guess your newlyweds joke actually fits now…”
Jaemin takes a slow, threatening step forward and Jungkook tenses beside you, instinctively bracing for whatever’s coming next, whether it’s a punch, a lecture, or both. But when his eyes flick back to yours, and he sees the worry written all over your face, his shoulders square a little more.
Whatever’s coming, he knows it’s all worth it.
“Oh, baby…”
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PIERCED DESIRES ⭒ JJK
what was supposed to be just a piercing becomes the moment you and jungkook finally stop pretending, as years of longing and hunger unravels.
pairing — tattoo artist!jungkook x badass fem!reader
genre — brothers best friend au, forbidden love, mutual pining, forced proximity, slight bdsm, smut, fluff, angst
warnings/tags — 18+, explicit smut, hard dom!jungkook, possessive!jungkook, jealousy, several tension filled moments, argument and miscommunication, confession of love, body insecurity, mentions of pain, descriptions of piercing process (reader gets her nipples pierced), masochism, use of latex gloves, sexual fantasies, makeout, hair pulling and scratching, hickies, lip biting, mild blood, lots of nipple play, degrading, praise kink, dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), clothed sex, creampie, pussy eating, clit play, fingering, face riding, several orgasms (he makes her cum three times), cum swallowing, overstimulation, cock palming (he has a cock piercing) missionary and doggy style, like one spank, he gets a tattoo of her birthdate ugh they're so smitten for each other, loving aftercare
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jungkook had a different aura in him.
it wasn’t just his physicality—though he was muscular and bulky enough to get constant attention.
it was the energy he carried.
that intensity that made your heart race without permission.
jungkook was your brother's best friend and a tattoo artist along with a piercer who owned a shop.
jungkook had a good name.
he had several tattoos himself that you ached to touch also his piercings which were no less captivating.
jungkook was intimidating to most, always carrying a scowl that was like his natural expression now.
he also had a reputation of being rude and grumpy.
but with you?
he was different.
softer somehow though he'd never admit it.
his dark eyes would linger on you for a bit too long and the way he spoke your name.
it was subtle sure.
but you noticed—god did you notice.
it was like he was fighting himself every time you were near.
and you wanted to know why.
you'd met jungkook a few years ago and you'd been smitten from the moment you saw him leaning against his bike outside your house.
a cigarette between his lips
he'd looked at you then with his piercing eyes and since then you'd felt the spark between you both.
you didn’t know how to explain it.
jae, your older brother never suspected a thing.
he didn’t notice the way jungkook’s jaw clenched when you walked into the room or the way his body reacted immediately when you even glanced at him.
he didn’t see the way jungkook’s eyes tracked your every move.
like a predator watching his prey
only to look away when you caught him staring
but you saw it all.
you felt each of his eyes almost like a physical touch.
you'd caught him staring countless times—when you were curled on the couch with a book or when you were focused on something.
even when you were simply existing.
each time his expression would harden like he was angry at himself for looking and he'd turn away.
even if he couldn’t help it.
you'd always had a crush on him though you'd never dared say it out loud.
how could you?
he was jungkook—your brother's best friend and most importantly he was untouchable.
he treated you like you were still a kid, sometimes teasing you about your untied shoelaces or that one time when you tripped over your own feet.
“you’re so clumsy, doll.”
but he'd drop to one knee to tie your laces.
he always did that.
also hearing the nickname made you seethe.
you hated it.
it made you feel small like he saw you as nothing more than jae's sister but there was something else in the way he said it.
the roughness in his voice, it made your thighs clench.
it was confusing.
maddening even.
the way he made you feel.
he'd also pick you up from your university campus sometimes, either because jae asked him to or because he'd volunteered without explanation.
you lived for those moments.
you'd straddle his bike, your arms wrapped around his waist and you'd hold onto him a little tighter than necessary.
your fingers brushing his hard abs through his shirt.
he'd barely speak during those rides but you felt the tension in his body from having you so close.
it was torture.
being so close to him yet so far.
knowing he yearned for you but refused to act on it.
you'd tested him over the years.
pushing his buttons.
you'd wear the smallest shorts you owned when you knew he'd be at the house—the ones that hardly covered the curve of your ass.
one night you'd taken it too far when jungkook and jae were in the living room with beers in hand, talking about some new tattoo jungkook was working on.
you'd walked in wearing a tiny skirt and a t-shirt with no bra beneath it.
you bent over to pick up a pen from the coffee table, knowing full well the angle gave jungkook a clear view of your panties.
the way it hugged your pussy.
your folds visible.
you then heard the loud crack of glass shattering and you gasped and turned to see jungkook staring at the broken glass in his hand.
his knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping it, his hand bloody.
you gulped and backed off, almost guilty for playing with him like that because you didn’t expect such a reaction.
jae laughed oblivious, assuming jungkook was just being destructive since he was a workout freak.
but you saw the truth in jungkook's eyes—raw desire.
“watch it.”
he glares, warning you.
the tension between you had been building for years.
it was in the way he’d hover near you or offer to fix things around the house when jae wasn’t home.
just to have an excuse to be near you.
but you knew.
you knew he was obsessed with you just as you were with him.
you were tired of it.
the teasing, the distance and the way he kept you at arm's length.
you wanted to break his restraint to push him until he couldn’t hold back anymore.
because you were a girl who always got what she wanted.
and you wanted him.
today you were done with all the hide and seek bullshit.
it was time for the real game.
you'd decided to visit jungkook's tattoo shop with a plan.
you'd been thinking about getting nipple piercings for a while, something that would be only noticeable to you under your clothes.
it would make you feel powerful.
but you'd be lying if you said you weren’t doing this to get under jungkook's skin.
you wanted to see how far you could push him before he snapped.
you dressed in a tiny black skirt that was almost like a belt, short enough that one wrong movement would expose your thong.
you paired it with thigh high stockings and wore a tight crop top, the neckline low enough to reveal your cleavage.
you looked like trouble.
and you were very aware.
you looked at yourself in the mirror and paused, your heart pounding with nervousness and excitement.
you were so ready.
the shop was buzzing with people when you walked in with clients getting tattoos and some sitting around.
mark jungkook's assistant was at the front and he grinned when he saw you.
mark was always a flirt with you every time you visited the shop.
but he wasn’t jungkook.
no one was.
“y/n!” mark called.
his eyes raking over your outfit with surprise since he wasn’t used to seeing you like this.
“didn’t expect to see you here. finally ready for the date with me?”
you tilted your head, letting your hair fall over one shoulder, knowing it drew attention.
“maybe?”
you said sarcastically.
that’s when you felt jungkook before you even saw him, the air growing heavier as he stepped out from the back room.
his eyes locked onto you instantly, already pissed at the way you're practically half naked.
“y/n.”
he almost growled as he stepped toward you.
his tongue ran over his lip piercing and you couldn’t help but stare at it, imagining how it would feel against your skin.
“what the hell are you doing here?”
you didn’t flinch at his tone but lifted your chin instead.
“well… i wanted to see you.”
your voice sassy.
“and i want a piercing.”
his eyes narrowed.
“a piercing?” he repeated.
“what kind?”
you held his gaze, your lips curling into a smirk.
“nipple piercings.”
the shop seemed to go still as jungkook's expression darkened, his lips pressing into a thin line.
and for a moment you thought he might drag you out of the shop right then and there.
“are you fucking serious?”
he steps closer until he towers over you.
“you’re not thinking straight, y/n.”
“i’m completely serious.” you shot back.
your arms crossed which only pushed your breasts out further, drawing his eyes to your cleavage before he forced them back up to your face.
“i’ve been thinking about this for months. i wouldn’t be here if i wasn’t sure.”
he stepped even closer, his breath hitting your face which sent a shiver down your spine.
“you don’t just walk in here and decide that. you need to think it through y/n it’s permanent. it’s not like buying a new skirt or some shit.”
you were filled with irritation and you stepped into his space, refusing to back down.
“i’m not a kid, jungkook.”
“it’s my body and i get to decide what i do with it, not you.”
fury simmered beneath his expression.
“you’re being impulsive.” he snapped.
his voice rising slightly, drawing a few glances from the other clients.
“you don’t know what you’re asking for and you’re not doing this just to fuck with me.”
you tilted your head, your smile turning challenging.
“and what if i am?” you ask
his nostrils flared and you thought he might lose it.
but before he could respond, you turned to mark who had been watching the exchange with amusement.
“if jungkook doesn’t wanna do it, maybe you can.”
you wink at him before your eyes flick to jungkook to see his reaction.
“you do most of the work around here anyways right mark?”
mark's grin widened with mischief.
“hell yeah, i can do it.”
he pushed off.
“nipple piercings are my specialty. and you know i can make it special for you, babe.”
mark whistled.
jungkook's hand shot out before mark could take another step, grabbing your wrist and pulling you flush against him.
you squealed as your body press against the hardness of his chest
he gripped you but not hard enough to hurt.
“no one’s touching you.” he grits out.
“if you’re doing this, it’s with me and that’s final.”
your heart skipped a beat as you looked up at him.
you could see the emotions raging within him.
“jungkook…” you started.
but he cut you off, his hand sliding to your waist.
“let’s go.”
he left no room for argument as he turned, pulling you toward the back of the shop as you stumbled in your heels.
struggling to keep up with his fast strides
as you both entered the room, he shut the door behind you loud enough to make you jump.
locking it.
leaving only you and him.
the room was a bit dark, smelling of antiseptic with shelves of several supplies and an adjustable reclined chair in the center.
he released you and stepped back.
“why are you doing this, y/n?” he asked.
his voice calm now but still laced with concern.
“is this about proving something to me? what's going on?”
you swallowed.
“it’s not about proving anything.” you breathe.
“listen to me… you’re perfect the way you are. you don’t need to get anything, sweetheart.”
your breath shook at his words.
“but i want to.”
“i’ve wanted nipple piercings for a while. they're sexy and they'll make me feel confident.”
he studied you for a long moment, his eyes searching your face looking for any doubt.
“you’re sure about this?” he whispers
“completely sure? because there’s no going back.”
“i’m sure.”
you nodded despite the nervousness in your chest.
“i want this. i want you to do it.”
his jaw clenched but he nodded, turning to prepare his tools. you watched as he pulled out a pair of black latex gloves.
snapping them onto his hands with a sound that made your stomach flutter for some reason.
as he grabbed other items like needle, wipes and more.
he'd done this several times before but there was a slight tremor in his fingers as he arranged the items as if he was fighting to keep his composure in your presence.
“lay down.”
he orders gruffly.
you obeyed settling and your skirt rode up slightly as you did exposing more of your thighs.
you could feel his eyes on you and when you looked up, you saw his gaze on your exposed skin and his adam's apple bobs as he swallowed.
“take off your top.”
it was like he was forcing the words out.
“and your bra.”
your breath hitched but your trembling fingers reached for the hem of your crop top and pulled it over your head.
and then you unhooked your bra and let it fall to the floor, leaving you bare from the waist up.
your heart pounded so loud you could hear it in your ears or you were sure jungkook could hear it in the silence.
for the first time you were exposed in front of him.
you felt vulnerable...
and now the confidence and sassiness you held from before seemed to fade and you wanted to cower.
jungkook froze, his eyes fixed on your tits, his eyes dilating as he took you in.
his hands fisted at his sides and it made your skin tingle, your nipples hardening into sharp points under his gaze and also the cold air.
“what?” you asked.
tears welling in your eyes as you misread him being quiet.
your insecurities hitting you.
“do you… do you not like what you see?”
his head snapped as he glared.
“don’t say that.” he grunts.
“don’t you dare think that. you're perfect y/n—too fucking perfect. that’s the problem.”
tears streamed down your cheeks at his words.
“then why do you always push me away?” you whimpered.
“you act like i’m just jae’s little sister like i don’t know what i want when i’ve wanted you for years, jungkook.”
he lets out a harsh breath, running his hand through his hair before tugging it in frustration.
“you don’t get it, y/n.” he pleads.
“you’re my best friend’s sister. i can't—shit i can't do this to him or to you. i’ve been trying to stay away and keep my hands off you but you make it so fucking hard.”
his expression wounded.
“every time you’re near me, i’m dying doll. i’m fucking dying.”
you stood closing the distance between you, your bare chest brushing his as you fisted his shirt.
“then stop trying.”
you're shaking with need and years of pent up longing.
“i don’t want you to be good, jungkook. i want you to want me.”
his hand shot out, gripping your hair and pulling you close making you gasp.
“you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
he hisses as his face was inches from yours.
he didn’t wanna hold back any of his feelings or confessions.
everything came out.
“i’ve been obsessed with you since the day i met you, y/n. i can't get you out of my head. i wanna make you mine. but let me tell you one thing…”
he paused and looked at you intently.
“if i touch you i give in, i won’t be able to stop. and i don’t know if you’re ready for that.”
“then don’t stop.”
you rush out desperately.
“i’m ready, jungkook. always have been.”
for a second you thought he might push away and retreat like he always had but then his lips crashed against yours.
it was full of want and frustration.
he didn’t waste any time before his tongue forced itself into your mouth in a way that made your knees weak.
you moaned into his mouth, your hands pulling at his shirt wanting him closer.
needing more and more
it was like he was a wild starved animal who was given food after so long.
you couldn’t keep up with his mouth as his hands roamed all over your body, squeezing your ass to his liking.
he bites and sucks on your tongue, your breasts squished against his chest.
when you finally pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours.
both your breaths mingling
“you’re gonna ruin me, baby.”
he mutters brokenly as he wipes your tears away with his thumbs.
he hates seeing you cry.
especially when he's the reason for your tears.
you smile breathlessly as jungkook slowly pushes you back.
“now sit back down.” he rasps.
“we’re doing this y/n, but it’s gonna be my way.”
you were filled with nerves and anticipation as you lay back on the reclined chair.
he loomed over you, his shadow covering you completely because of how big he was and the size difference between you and him always turned you on.
it made you feel small yet your clit throbbed for him.
“i’m gonna mark you first.” he said.
“stay still, y/n. i’m serious.”
you nodded shakily as he leaned close and his gloved fingers brushed against your areola.
a whimper escaped your lips as he drew two dots with the marker, one on either side of your nipple.
the sensation was ticklish, your thighs pressing together even more to soothe the ache between them.
jungkook's eyes snapped up to yours at your noise, lust in them.
“you can’t make sounds like that. you're gonna make this hard for me, baby.”
“s—sorry,” you whisper.
knowing very well it was a lie
and he knew it.
you held his gaze biting your lower lip bashfully as you shifted slightly, which caused your skirt to ride up and reveal your thong.
the wet patch there visible for him.
his gloved hands flexed as he fought the urge to pin you down and take what he wanted.
he took a deep breath, steadying himself as he checked if the marks were on point, his fingers brushing your nipple directly now.
your body arched slightly off the chair.
it was overwhelming.
the gloves amplified every touch making your skin feel hypersensitive, every brush of his fingers was like he was touching your pussy.
your nubs so hard that it almost hurt.
“mm... such a needy little thing.” he rasps.
he spent longer than necessary on your nipple, his gloved fingers rolling the sensitive bud between them.
pinching lightly then harder, watching every reaction you gave him.
“ah!”
you yelped at a particularly hard pinch as you squirmed.
unable to be still.
“look at you.”
a slow smirk curls on his lips.
“so fucking sensitive. you love this don’t you? love me playing with these.”
you signed, your cheeks burning with his words but you couldn’t deny the truth.
“yes.”
“jungkook, please…”
his fingers flicking your nipples fast enough to make you cry out.
“you want more hmm? want me to make you feel good?”
“yes.”
you moaned loudly.
“please jungkook, i need you.”
he groaned, his brows furrowing as his lips brushed your ear.
“why are you so perfect, huh?” he growls.
“always making me lose my shit”
his fingers continued their torture, rolling and tugging your nipples until you couldn’t be still anymore as he switched to your other nipple.
repeating the same process.
“be still before i tie you down.”
his angry words made you still as you looked at him, your chest heaving quickly.
he suddenly stopped not wanting to give you any relief before he got the main job done.
finally he picked up the needle.
“okay, doll.”
“deep breath. this is gonna hurt but i've got you. you trust me, right?”
“always.” you whisper.
your eyes locked on his, your trust in him unshakable.
he was about to mark your body.
it felt like a permanent claim.
because it was.
he was permanent for you.
he nodded before he focused on positioning the needle against the marked spot.
“breathe in.”
you followed his words, your hand gripping the chair bracing yourself.
“and out.”
as you exhaled, the needle pierced through and a cry tore out of your throat at the sharp pain.
the pain was fleeting, replaced by a feeling that made your head spin.
jungkook's free hand was on your shoulder caressing the skin there, wanting to distract you from the pain.
“that’s it you’re doing so good, baby. just breathe.”
he worked quickly, threading the silver barbell through the piercing and securing it.
“one down.”
his voice tight like he was feeling the pain you were in.
as if it hurt him more.
“you okay, doll? talk to me.”
“yeah.” you get out.
tears falling steadily.
“it hurts but… i'm okay. i can do this.”
he smiled genuinely, leaning down to peck your lips.
“i know you can. you’re my strong girl.”
“one more, okay? you’ve got this.”
his words gave you strength as he pierced your other nipple and you couldn’t stop the sob that left your lips.
but jungkook was there immediately trying to quicken the process.
“shh... you’re doing so good for me. almost there.”
when the second barbell was in place, your body buzzed with adrenaline and desire.
your nipples throbbing with pain and pleasure.
you didn’t know you were such a masochist until this very moment.
you looked down at your new piercings and gasped at what they looked like.
they were exactly what you'd wanted—different, bold, yet sexy.
jungkook stepped back, his eyes not leaving your tits and you could see the way his eyes were fully blown wide black with need.
the way his jeans strained against the bulge that was impossible to hide.
“you look… incredible. those piercings.. goddamn they suit you so well.”
“you make it so hard for me to control myself.” he scoffs.
you stood and slowly closed the distance between you.
“then show me.” you murmur.
“show me how much you want me, jungkook.”
his lips met yours again messily as he carefully avoided your new piercings, not wanting to hurt you as he bit your lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
you yelp as he broke the kiss, his tongue coming out to soothe the spot on your lips.
“i’ll show you exactly what i want.”
he says angrily.
almost crazy.
and you felt the exact way as you tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours.
“take it off.”
you pulled at it and he obliged, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his tattooed muscular body.
your lips parted as your eyes traced his tattoos.
you’ve seen him shirtless sometimes when he would hang out with your brother during summer but you never got the chance to see them up close.
each one of them was a masterpiece and you wanted to know all their stories.
but that’s when your eyes stopped over a tattoo right over his heart and you realized that it was your birthdate in roman letters.
you were speechless for a moment.
wondering if you were seeing it wrong as your fingers brushed over the ink.
“jungkook…”
tears welled in your eyes again.
“when did you?”
“a year ago.”
your glistening eyes met his.
“i knew it was wrong, but i—i couldn’t help it… i needed a piece of you with me always even just like this.”
your felt like your heart was going to burst as you leaned in, pressing your lips to the tattoo kissing it softly.
your tears falling on his skin.
your tongue came out, gliding over the letter and his hand gripped your hip tightly.
“fuck y/n… what are you doing to me?”
your teeth nipped lightly at the tattoo.
“i love you.”
you couldn’t hold back anymore.
his eyes flashed and he cupped your face, pulling you into another kiss.
slower this time.
full of everything he'd been holding back for years.
“i love you too.”
he said sincerely.
“always have, always will.”
his face buried into your neck leaving open mouthed kisses, stopping to suck at the spot that makes you writhe.
your head falls back as he leaves a hickey, your hand gripping his shoulder.
marks soon bloomed across your collarbone and shoulder.
all his self control gone.
he dropped to his knees before you, his hands parting your thighs.
and the sight before you made your heart stutter, you'd imagined this exact scene so many times—him on his knees for you.
as you touched yourself in your lonely nights.
his gloved hands slid up your thighs, pushing your tiny skirt up until it was bunched around your waist.
the exposure made you shiver as his intense eyes drank you in before his eyes met yours, seeking your permission without words.
you nodded shakily.
he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your thong and slid them down your legs and your bottom lip quivered as he tucked the damp fabric into his pocket.
“i’m keeping these.”
a wicked smirk on his lips.
“a little reminder of this moment yeah?”
your cheeks were on fire as you averted your gaze, not being able to hold his too long.
he spread your thighs as far as they would go, revealing your dripping pussy to his hungry gaze.
the cool air hits your core making your hips twitch instinctively.
“fuck, just look at you…” he grunts.
his eyes locked on the way you clench for him, he could smell your sweet arousal even from the distance.
he couldn’t believe he finally had you like this.
“all spread out for me, just begging for my tongue.”
the degrading words turned you on further.
“jungkook.” you whined.
“please…”
“please what, doll?” he stressed
his gloved fingers brushing your swollen folds and the feel of the latex against your most sensitive part felt too much.
his touch featherlight barely there, as your hips bucked for more but he pulled back.
enjoying teasing you.
making you beg for him.
as if he already hadn’t done that for all these years.
“use your words, baby. tell me what you want.”
“i want your mouth.” you gasped.
“please i need you to—to eat me out.” you stammered.
he lets out a guttural groan as his breath brushes against your pussy making you writhe.
“you’re gonna kill me saying shit like that.” he mutters.
“you have no idea how long i’ve dreamed of this doll, of tasting your sweet cunt and feeling you cum on my tongue.”
his lips brushed against your inner thigh, leaving a trail of kisses as he made his way closer to your pussy while you trembled with each kiss.
he left hickeys on your thigh.
he was like a beast savoring you and you were losing your mind, your hand pulling your own hair.
“look at you, so desperate and i haven’t even touched that pussy yet.”
you let out a high pitched whine.
“mhmm, don’t tease me. i can’t take it.”
“ohh you can take it.”
he hums against your thigh.
“you’re gonna take everything i give you doll and you’re gonna take it good.”
that’s when his tongue flicked against your clit and you arched with a moan as his lips closed around your clit sucking gently.
then harder.
faster.
the metal of his lip piercing brushed against your sensitive bud as your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head.
“ah mmhm oh god, jungkook!”
you gripped his hair as he went on, alternating between sucking your clit and flicking it with his tongue.
he used his fingers to keep your folds parted for him.
it was already overwhelming you from his skilled mouth and he slid one gloved finger inside you.
your thighs trembled.
“dammit.” he growls.
the vibration against your pussy sends another wave of pleasure through you.
“yes, yes.”
your voice breaks as his finger curls inside you hitting that perfect spot that made you see stars.
“it feels so good.”
you couldn’t take the assault, your thighs closing on their own around his head but he held you open with his free hand.
devouring you.
he added a second finger stretching you further and you let out a wail, your hips bucking against his face.
you chased more of him grinding on his tongue and he let you use him like your personal sex toy.
he lets out hums of approval.
“mhmm hahh..”
you murmured incoherent words as his nose brushed against your clit, all while his fingers pumped in and out of you.
“you taste so fucking good.” he rasps.
his lips brushing your entrance as he spoke
“can’t believe i stayed without this for so long. i could eat this pussy all damn day and make you cum over and over until you're begging me to stop.”
his tongue lapped at your slit.
“what do you say doll? gotta make up for the lost time right?”
your hands tugged harder at his hair, pulling him closer to you as you looked at him with glassy eyes.
your body responding to each of his filthy words.
“you should.” you panted.
he chuckles darkly and before he could dive back in, your phone rang cutting through the haze of tension.
your frowned as you glanced at the screen to see jae's name.
your heart stopped as panic hit you but jungkook didn’t stop, his fingers curling rhythmically inside you.
“pick it up.” he demands.
you shook your head but he reached for the phone, forcing it into your hands.
“do it.”
there was a challenge in his eyes.
“tell him you’re not coming home tonight.”
you looked at him like he had grown two heads but you knew you couldn’t escape his orders so with trembling hands you answered the call.
“h—hey jae.” you managed
your breath hitches slightly as jungkook twists his fingers.
“where are you?” your brother asked.
“it’s late. you coming home soon?”
“u—um ah—”
you quickly covered your mouth, hoping to stifle your noises, pleading with jungkook with your eyes but didn't seem to care.
relishing in watching you struggle and the fact that you could get caught so easily.
“is everything okay? why do you sound breathless?”
jae asks a bit suspiciously.
“everything’s fine!”
you rush out, letting out a squeaky laugh.
mortified that he could hear you.
“i... i’m staying with a friend tonight. you know girls’ night.”
you tried to sound as normal as you could when all you wanted was to scream from the way jungkook's tongue and fingers worked.
jungkook's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
as he redoubled his efforts.
you almost dropped your phone as you bit your fist.
“okay? just… be safe, call me later.”
jae had no idea that his best friend was currently between your thighs, driving you to the edge of madness.
“i will.”
you gasped ending the call just when jungkook's teeth slightly grazed your clit, your phone falling to the floor with a thud.
“jungkook, jungkook!” you sobbed.
“that’s it, baby.”
“cum for me. let me feel you cum all over my face.”
his words were your undoing and you came with a scream, your vision going white as your hands scratched his shoulder.
you were basically mindless.
your clit pulsed at the same pace as your heart as your cum hit him in the face.
he didn’t stop.
licking you through the aftershocks, his tongue is gentler now more soothing as he draws out every last bit of pleasure.
his fingers thrust until you pushed him away with a whine.
overstimulated to your limits.
“mhmm… so beautiful when you cum.”
he pressed a kiss against your knee as you tried to catch your breath.
“jungkook.” you whispered hoarsely.
your hands still tangled in his hair
“that was… oh my god.”
“you liked that huh?” he asks smugly.
“liked me making you scream my name?”
“yea..” you admitted.
you couldn’t look away from his eyes now, knowing that you no longer have to hide your feelings.
his lips still coated with your arousal.
“i loved it.”
“good.”
he stands slowly, his hands keeping your thighs spread for him.
“because i’m not done with you yet.”
nothing was enough—not for you and definitely not for him.
he needed more.
he looked up and down your figure, the skirt was still bunched on your waist and your thigh stockings were still there along with your heels.
you looked so damn irresistible like this.
so his.
your piercings still hurt but it was overshadowed by your need for him.
he comes down hovering over you, his hand on either side of you, his torso glistening with a sheen of sweat.
your hand immediately found the tattoo on his chest that he got for you.
you couldn't keep your hands away from it
it still made your heart ache with love.
“you want this?”
he looks at you as if he needed to hear it one more time before he let himself go completely.
“yes.” you whispered.
your hands wrapping around his neck.
you were as sure as you'll ever be.
“that has always been my answer, jungkook.”
his jaw ticks as he gulps hard.
“doll…”
“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this. how many nights i fucked my fist thinking about you like this.”
you keened at his words as he slowly pushed his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion and your eyes widened.
you were awestruck because of his cock.
it was thick and hard precum already gathered at the tip but the specialty of it was the piercing.
it was bigger than you'd imagined several times and you already feel your pussy flutter again even if you just came a few minutes ago.
you stared at it.
your mouth drying at the thought of him inside you.
“like what you see, baby?”
his head tilts cockily as he revels in your reaction.
his ego boosting.
he wrapped his hand around his cock stroking himself slowly, his thumb brushing over the piercing as if teasing you about what's about to come.
the sight was almost pornographic, especially with his gloved hands and his tattoos.
you nodded as you watched him, mesmerized by the way he pumped his cock, his balls jostling as his head fell back.
“fuck me…” you beg.
he laughs breathlessly.
“look at you practically drooling for me like a good little slut. you’re gonna take this cock so well, aren’t you?”
“yes, yes.” you babbled.
the humiliation behind his words made you moan as you looked away but he grabbed your chin making you meet his eyes.
“don’t you look away. i want my girls’ eyes on me always.”
his hand slid under your thighs, lifting them slightly to keep you open for him as two of his fingers slid inside you without warning.
“ah, wait!”
your nails dug into his chest as your hips shifted away from him, but he held you in place not letting you run.
“shh... i have to make you ready for me.”
his tongue laps at your jawline as he penetrates you with another finger as three of his fingers scissor you.
stretching you further and further.
“you’re so tight, sweet girl. don’t wanna hurt you.”
you sobbed against his shoulder as he worked you open, the sounds of your arousal filling the room.
“i’m ready… just please.” you pant.
you couldn't take it any longer.
he huffs before pulling his fingers out and lining himself up, the piercing brushing against your entrance.
“are you sure about this doll?”
it was taking every ounce of control to hold himself back.
“i wouldn’t want it any other way.”
you said determined making sure he knew the seriousness in your tone.
that was all he needed.
he pushed into you slowly filling you inch by inch, keeping his eyes on your face to make sure you weren’t in pain.
his piercing dragged against your inner walls, adding a whole new sensation that made you sob.
not being used to it at all
it was too much yet not enough.
“ahh!”
he stretched you to your limits with his fat cock.
“fuck, you’re so tight.”
he paused, letting you adjust to him.
“taking my cock so well like you were made for it.”
you moaned at his praise as you adjusted to his size.
“it’s so big—oh god—”
a cry breaks your sentence.
“i know, baby.”
he sucked on the spot beneath your earlobe.
“you’re such a good girl. being so good for me.”
he slowly starts to thrust inside you, hitting spots inside you didn’t know existed.
letting you get used to him.
slowly the pain turned into immense pleasure.
“please don’t stop.”
“never baby.”
his hips start moving a little faster as the sound of skin slapping against skin, along with both your mixed noises was all you can hear.
it was so lewd.
“you’re mine y/n. no one gets to fuck you like this. not mark, not anyone, just me.”
he was still set on the fact that you flirted with mark just to piss him off.
his hips gives you a punishing pump.
“only yours.” you babbled.
your moans turned into screams as your nails raked down his back, leaving red lines.
you were so full.
“yeah.” he hissed.
the pain turned him further into an animal.
“say that you’re mine.”
“yours.” you hiccupped.
you couldn’t speak.
“i’m yours, only yours.”
his thrusts become more erratic as he angles his hips to hit you perfectly.
and you clench him in a way that feels like you are squeezing the life out of him.
“shitt squeezing me like you never wanna leave.”
you never knew sex could feel like this even if you’ve dated before.
no one could make you feel like him.
his eyes fixed on the way your breasts bounced for him and the piercings made them way too alluring.
his half lidded eyes fixed on him and he was sure he would fuck your tits once they healed.
paint them with his cum and the thought makes him fuck you quicker.
“jungkook, i’m gonna cum please. i can’t.”
“cum for me.” he snarls.
his cock slamming into you with a force.
“let me feel it.”
your throat grows raw from screaming as your legs kick from the intense orgasm that crashed through you.
milking his cock.
his thrusts never slowed as he chased his own release, not giving you time to recover.
his hand flips you onto your hands and knees.
you squealed at the way he manhandled you.
your knees almost gave in as you braced yourself, holding onto the chair and he impaled you from behind once again.
sliding into you in one smooth motion.
“nghhh hahh gosh, i can’t.”
tears spilled down your cheeks.
“fuck you’re so tight like this.”
he spanks your ass slightly making you arch up as you bite onto the cushion of the chair.
it felt like he was going to break the chair.
you were surprised that it was still holding on.
“push that ass back for me.”
his hand gripped your hair, pulling your head back as you murmured nonsense.
your body on autopilot as you met his thrusts.
he watched hypnotized at the way your ass bounced on him and the way your pussy gripped his cock.
liquids oozing out from your earlier orgasms.
he was living in his dream.
he roars grabbing both your arms and holding them back so he could keep you tethered while his hips slapped into yours relentlessly.
your nails dug into his hands as he went faster and faster.
“holy fuck. take it baby.” he curses loudly.
it was like you were in heaven from ecstasy.
and before you knew it, you were cumming again.
“i can’t, i can’t please—”
you were broken.
that's it.
“you can. just let it happen sweet girl.”
his thrusts grew sloppy as his cock pulsed inside you before he came with a choked moan.
filling you with his warm release.
his hands gripped your hips so hard you knew you'd have bruises as he collapsed against you.
he made sure you took each spurt of his cum beforre he pulled you against his chest, his arms wrapping around you.
as you both caught your breath, his cock still inside you softening but heavy.
his hands roamed your body, soothing the marks he'd left.
“my baby…”
his lips brushed against your shoulder.
“are you okay? i’ve never… fuck i’ve never felt anything like that.”
you turned your head, meeting his eyes that were full of adoration and you nodded.
“me neither.”
he hums contentedly as he pecks your lips.
your eyes flicker, already feeling sleepy from cumming too many times.
your body giving up on you.
you felt so sated.
and most importantly happier than you've ever been.
“now don’t sleep on me. let me clean you first.”
you giggled softly, suddenly shy now that the intimacy faded as he pulled out of you slowly with a squelch making you whimper.
but his gentleness helped you.
he grabbed some wipes, cleaning between your thighs and himself as well before he grabbed his hoodie and helped you put it on.
it was like he was wrapping you in himself.
“there you go.” he smiled.
both of you looked sickeningly in love.
not being able to keep your hands off each other as he explained how to care of your new piercings in detail.
“no tight clothing for a while and it will be sore for a few days but if it gets swollen you call me okay?”
“i’ll be there to take care of you.”
you nodded, feeling giddy at the thought of him looking after you and the new connection between you both.
“love you…”
after letting you rest for a while, he led you outside not caring about the other artists or clients who were still in the shop.
you knew they didn’t hear anything because of the soundproof room but both your states were pretty obvious about what happened.
jungkook held you in bridal style, his grip tightening as he met mark's gaze.
he didn’t feel necessarily jealous because he always knew you were his.
but he had to make sure no one even thought about his girl.
you hide your face in his chest at everyone's gaze.
he took you outside to his motorcycle, helping you get on.
“just you and me, doll.”
“always.”
your arms wrapped around his waist, your cheek pressed against his back, the engine started and he drove through the quiet night.
you felt alive.
free.
like you were exactly where you were meant to be.
and you clung to him tighter feeling the warmth of his body as he gripped your hand pressing it against his heart.
you smiled as you felt his heartbeat match yours.
you knew this was only the beginning.
you were his and he was yours.
and as he drove, it was like both of you were in the path of a new future.
one full of possibility.
he promised himself he'd never let you go now that he finally had you.
that he'd spend every day of his life showing you how much you meant to him.
and everything else be damned.
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༘⋆ THEY DON'T KNOW ABOUT US.. | J.JUNGKOOK
no one could stand the small, and so dramatic, fights and disagreements between you and jungkook. it was considered ridiculous and unsustainable for friends and your brother; everyone questioned how long that plot would continue. — they barely know what really happened under their noses.
⋆˚࿔ pairings: brother's best friend and older!jungkook x f!reader.
⋆˚࿔ tags + warnings: age difference (reader 21 and Jungkook 28), reader being Jimin's younger sister and Jungkook being his best friend, mention of a group of friends, secret relationship, sucking boobies, mention of sexual content. — wc: 1.7k | (continuation.)
jimin (6:06 P.M.): does anyone know where @/you is? ;0
jimin (6:13 P.M.): and @/jungkook too?
No one, no kind soul that could exist in this somewhat miserable and surprising world, could explain the tension that always lingered between you and Jungkook; it was something that, for a long time, continued to intrigue certain people.
It was a relationship — if we could use the word — an enigmatic, angry, and unbearably ridiculous one; beyond the definition of pure drama, any cliché author would want to explore the idea, if they had the patience and will to admire the anger that was trapped between you.
Perhaps the term "anger" was, possibly, too exaggerated, redundant; you and that man simply couldn't stand each other. You disliked each other's presence, uttered provocations and some idiotic nicknames; you were like cats and dogs, like oil and water.
Or you were just playing pranks, setting traps for each other imitating Tom and Jerry; a mocking comment made by Seokjin, followed by Hoseok making a montage with his face and Jungkook's on the characters. — And he was proud of the work, incredibly enough.
That damn, and hilarious, montage became the group/chat photo for three months.
To some, it was strange and somewhat bizarre that they were in the same group of friends, who couldn't stand that drama anymore without rolling their eyes or starting to bet on how long the eternal feud would last; Namjoon bet high against Yoongi and Hoseok. — Two people who detest each other didn't make sense for them to maintain any kind of contact, any bond in the same circle; they were right.
Making matters worse — before, you thought it couldn't get any worse — Jungkook was your brother's best friend; you had no escape, but you were eternally condemned to live with that man and questioned the sin you had committed.
Sounded kind of melodramatic and convincing, right? Phew.
taehyung (6:20 PM): no, but if you see jungkook, ask if he has my wallet
juria (6:24 P.M.): it's with me :(( i forgot to tell you!
juria (6:25 P.M.): @/jimin anything bout them?
Jungkook hadn't planned on reading the messages, which were numerous and he knew countless unnecessary topics had been mentioned in the group chat; but currently, he was gathering the energy to check them on your phone. — He glanced at the corner of the screen; it was 8:30 P.M.
Besides, how could he have Taehyung's wallet? He was mentally questioning himself, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion; even knowing that the object was in Juria's hands, he didn't remember his friend handing it over or leaving it with him. — Well, he felt secure knowing that a part of Taehyung's life was safe.
A question arose in his head — and it was something Jungkook would definitely discuss with you; in other words, gossip. — Something was going on between Taehyung and Juria; Jungkook would risk putting his hand in the fire for it.
Oh, wait. — Why was Jungkook with your cell phone?
"Ggukie?" — Your voice, with its delicate and slightly curious tone, echoed through the room; your lips habitually uttered that nickname, with a hint of secrecy. — "Are they talking about something?" — It wasn't a harmless question, a disguised murmur.
His intention wasn't to offend his friends — even knowing that sometimes they deserve it, and especially his brother — but sincerity craved a little attention.
Besides, why were you in Jungkook's room?
Jungkook, at twenty-eight years old, felt both embarrassed and sensitive at the petulant yet adorable nickname you gave him; it wasn't surprising to see the tips of his ears flushing red. —He saw no need to hide how much he liked being called that by you.
"Would you believe me if i told you there was something going on between Juria and Taehyung?" — You could easily picture it in the grimace on Jungkook's face; his eyes half-closed, with a suspicious air, and his eyebrows arched as he read the messages from the aforementioned friends. — "Gongjunim?"
"My God, i thought i was the only one who suspected this."
Everyone had a life; their responsibilities, duties, obligations, tastes. — It wasn't necessary to centralize or interrogate your presence; but certain moments of pure coincidence between you and Jungkook created a question mark within the group of friends. — So, you believed in the enormous snowball that was growing.
"Until now," — Jungkook puts your cell phone on the small table next to the bed, remembering to put it on silent, turning towards you. — "Jimin asked about us." — He sighed, biting his lips, his teeth clashing against the piercing as he snuggled into your body; craving contact, your touch.
Of course, his best friend would ask about him; Jungkook, at any other time, would thank him for his concern or absentmindedly send some emoji. — Or Jungkook could confess that he was with Jimin' sister, without any worries, along with the picture of the dog holding a lollipop and wearing a hat.
Huh, seriously.
Jungkook's tattooed, muscular arm wrapped around your waist, embracing you; with a small detail hidden beneath the enormous shirt you were wearing, which was his. — His fingers caressed your skin with small circles and, occasionally, light pinches; you were surprised and shivered by the tickling, it was ridiculous to mention.
"As always." — It was your turn to grumble, shaking your head in denial; your fingers ran through Jungkook's messy black hair, easing any worry. — "You don't know how to be without me for a while." — It wasn't a rebuke this time, there was a virtuous irony in your words; the older one laughed, you felt the sly smile against your skin, specifically, on the side of your chest.
"Don't talk to your brother like that." — You wanted to reprimand him, but didn't pursue the seriousness. His lips kissed your chest covered by the shirt; the soft coolness of the piercing touched that area. — "Think of the bright side…"
"Uh, is there a bright side?" — You interrupted him voraciously and groaned as you felt teeth lightly biting your skin; as a way of drawing attention for cutting him off in the conversation.
"Hyung would be happy to know that his little sister is very well protected with his best friend." — Jungkook's hand, which had been on your waist, moved to your nipple, covering it with his large hand; his fingers could feel the tip harden and wrinkle.
"Jungkook…" — Your reprimand was useless; you knew it wouldn't do any good, only provoke and excite the man you pretended to hate to the rest of the world; you wanted to answer him but couldn't formulate a suitable sentence at that moment.
His index finger, accompanied by his thumb, rubbed the extremely sensitive tip of your nipple; the movements were varied in short circles. — Your weak point; terribly, unbearably difficult to endure or ignore the effect it had on her. — You knew, discovering with Jungkook, the vulnerability and delight you could feel with a touch on that part of your body.
And that only Jungkook could take you far with a simple touch; It didn't have the same effect, or the same thing, when your fingers traced your boobs to increase the pleasure while you masturbated.
By lifting part of his shirt to expose your boobs, Jungkook didn't wait to satisfy his desire; the eccentric obsession with your boobs transformed that man, he would be capable of doing anything for them. — An unusual statement, a little strange but honest. — He felt the purest pleasure devouring those nipples.
"Kook, like this…" — Jungkook's tongue snaked around your sensitive, very wet nipple, circling and pressing the tip. By the gods, he seemed to yearn for it; in a distant future with you, Jeon's mind constantly played out that scenario. — "Hmm,"
While Jimin was searching for Jungkook, he was sucking on his younger sister's breasts; hilarious. — Perhaps tragic if he found out about your affair; at least, Namjoon would walk away with a good chunk of change.
jimin (6:40 PM): nothing so far
Jungkook's hand caressed your left nipple, gently squeezing the erect tip and eliciting more soft moans from your mouth; hearing them, he couldn't contain his shameless smile. — Feeling the smile on your skin, you couldn't help but tug at his hair.
A pang, actually, a real discomfort prevailed between your legs; you felt the familiar lustful throbbing, pure excitement. — The stimulation she received caused, influenced the temptation, and she sought, needed, satisfaction before wanting to beg Jungkook; rubbing one leg against the other didn't help, in a way, it made it worse.
"Ah, look at that." — The hoarse laugh vibrated through your body and surprised you, pulling you from your thoughts; Jungkook's mouth released your boobs with a blop. — "What a beautiful little thing." — The way he spoke was irritating and stimulating; always torn between punching him or kissing him.
You would definitely love to punch him; And then leave a thousand little kisses on his face.
"Shut up, you idiot." — You grumbled, your eyes closed because of the pleasure you were receiving, but you couldn't stand the cold, somewhat empty feeling you felt without Jungkook's mouth; he noticed and moved up a little to be at your eye level. — "If you only knew how much i hate you." — Who were you trying to fool, besides your friends?
"Of course, my love." — Jungkook ran his tongue across your mouth, practically licking it; it was disgusting, but you licked your lips and bit them while staring at him. — "I've been hearing that for a long time."
Jungkook's lips immediately met yours, forming a kiss that was initially delightful. Grunts and short, muffled laughs complemented the kiss. — The older man's tongue caressed yours in such an obscene and pleasurable way; it was possible to orgasm just from that.
Jungkook left you weak, almost unrecognizable; you could easily feel defenseless at any touch from him.
He playfully bit your lips without pressure and then sucked on them; he enjoyed it and knew you did too. — Soon, he would distribute little kisses everywhere as apologies; along with that spontaneous smile, excited by his bunny-like fingers, he always won you over.
namjoon (6:57 PM): i still believe they're hooking up #bet
jimin (7:00 PM): i'm going to kick you out of this group
OVERSTEER
Jungkook is your brother’s stupidly hot best friend who has been around since you learned how to read and write. He has always known where the line is when it comes to you. The problem? You don’t.
PAIRING: brother’s bsf!jk x fem!reader
GENRE: smut w plot
WC: 13k
WARNINGS: biker!jk, brother!jaehyun (my fics mean nothing wo him), 3 year age gap, jealousy, reader’s a TEASE, she’s also so horny it’s stupid, don’t let the banner fool you it’s very summer in this, smut wise: uhh, they have sex on his bike, dry humphing (a lost art), m masturbation, riding, he has a thing for her tits, so he fucks her tits, BIG D JK AGENDA, dirty talk
NOTES: im aware this is long overdue but hear me out here!! this was going to be like 6k words max but things just…kept happening…anyways this is pure filth and self indulgence. i lost my mind after that fucking tiktok his slutty ass posted and ofc it led us here. i hope this satisfies your fantasies the way it did mine, enjoy <3
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Jeon Jungkook is so unbelievably hot.
Though it’s not the kind that makes your eyes linger and your heart flutter. No, it’s nothing like that. He is so ridiculously attractive it leaves your pussy aching, clenching so hard around nothing you wish it’s him you bounce on until sunset blurs into sunrise. You almost feel your muscles physically hurt by how he’s always so close yet so far away when the only thing you desire is for the space between you to become a rhythm and draw you in until distance doesn’t really exist anymore.
But that doesn’t happen, that never happens when it’s Jungkook.
He’s Jaehyun’s best friend– your older brother who loves you more than anything. Your brother who still babies you because you fell off your bike and broke your arm that one time when you were sixteen. Your brother who trusts Jungkook in that effortless, unquestioning way that only comes from years of knowing someone too well– because they’ve known each other since Jungkook knocked on your door when they were nine and you were six. He’d looked up at your parents with those big brown eyes of his and asked, so politely your mother still gushes about it at family gatherings, if he could play with your brother.
That was all it took for Jungkook to stay. You remember how at first, it started with the small things. His shoes left by the door like the spot had been assigned to him, his voice echoing through the walls so often it soon blended into the background…Those little moments stretched into something bigger and bigger before you could even notice. And suddenly, he was there for everything. Anywhere from holiday dinners to summer getaways, Jungkook was always there.
But he never gave you anything.
Jaehyun is the kind of brother who treats every man like a problem, like a timed bomb ticking in the corner, patiently waiting for the right time to blow up into flames. He’s the kind of brother who lectures you about never trusting a guy, the kind who would show up at his door with something burning behind his eyes and a fist ready to throw. Not asking for questions, not looking for answers.
If anything was to ever happen between you and Jungkook, Jaehyun wouldn’t just be mad. He’d fucking lose it.
So Jungkook has always kept his distance from you.
He makes sure it’s not anything obvious, but it’s never enough for you to not notice either. The way he never stands next to you for too long, the way his hands stay to himself even when it’s not convenient, the way he looks at you just enough to acknowledge your presence, yet never enough to let it mean anything. He has always been controlled around you, way beyond measure and annoying as hell.
Because you’ve seen him with other people. You’ve seen how he talks and how he laughs. He lets himself be less careful, less contained. Just more…him. And what bothers you the most isn’t that he ignores you, he never ignores you.
Jungkook does notice you. You know it, he knows it, he definitely knows you know it too. But what’s so infuriating is the fact that he actively chooses not to react, not to acknowledge anything that comes in his way from you. It’s like he’s decided long ago that whatever line existing between the two of you is one he’s never willing to cross. Which would be fine if he wasn’t so damn irresistible.
But he is.
And tonight, you’re a little more aware of it than usual. Maybe it’s the tight little dress that’s framing your body so well you had to twirl in front of the mirror more than once just to take it in, because it just looks that good. Or maybe, it’s something else entirely; one of those nights where whatever he usually holds so carefully contained inside sits a little closer to the surface than it normally does.
You don’t think too much of it as you step out of your room, walking down the hallway barefoot as you fix your earrings. A voice drifts away from the living room until it reaches your ears. You know the voice belongs to Jaehyun, he’s home, that’s not surprising. What’s surprising is that he’s not alone.
You round the corner with your mind elsewhere, the only thought lingering on your mind being whether the shade of your lipstick is a little too dark or not. You’re already halfway into whatever you were going to say when you briefly pause by the mirror to smooth down your dress.
“Hey, do you mind if–” You start, but you cut yourself off, because when you finally drift your eyes away from the hem of your skirt and lift them up, Jungkook’s reflection stares right back at you from behind.
He’s leaning back against the couch comfortably, legs spread wide like he’s been there for so long his body has melted and molded into the cushion. One of his arms is thrown over the backrest as the other is holding a can of beer he’s not really drinking from. Jaehyun isn’t there with him for some reason, probably whipping something up in the kitchen even though he can't cook to save his life.
And when you turn around to face him fully, there’s a beat where his eyes move over you, all the way from the very top of your head to the bottom of your feet. You swear his eyes linger for a second too long on your chest before he drops them down and lets his mind register you properly.
“Going somewhere?” He asks, one brow raised as he spreads his legs even further.
You nod once, pretending to be mindless and nonchalant about it. “Just for drinks with some friends.” Technically, you’re going out with a friend. But before you can even think of elaborating on that further, Jaehyun walks in. And that’s all it takes for Jungkook to look away like it doesn’t mean anything.
“Finally.” He scoffs before taking a large sip from his beer. “You take longer than anyone I know to get ready.”
It takes half a minute of consecutive swift blinking for you to drag your attention away from Jungkook and pull yourself back together. “Relax.” You mutter when you’ve recollected your senses, rolling your eyes. “You’re not even coming with me.”
“As if I’d want to.” He responds immediately. “I don’t want to deal with your friends.”
“Hey!” You exclaim, pulling your browns together. “You like my friends.”
“When they’re sober and quiet.” He corrects.
You huff out a laugh, stepping further into the room, grabbing your purse from the table. “Liar.”
“I never lie.” Jaehyun responds, making his way over to the couch before dropping himself down next to Jungkook. You shake your head with a light scoff, barely listening anymore, because Jungkook’s gaze is fixed on you once again and you don’t know if you can continue holding up this stupid act of nonchalance if he doesn’t tear his eyes away from you soon enough.
“Text me when you get there.” Jaehyun reminds you for the third time today, and you nod along halfheartedly, checking your purse one last time for good measure.
“Yeah, okay. Promise.”
“You better.” He mutters.
You sling your bag over your shoulder, turning slightly just to sneak one last look at the man who’s managed to get your pussy tingling with so much as one look and two careless words. But when your gaze finds him and you realize he’s still looking at you, you think that maybe, he isn’t as untouchable as he makes it out to be.
He shifts under your presence, like your eyes weren’t something he expected to land a certain way yet did anyway, setting his drink down on the table as you move past him. The motion brings you close just enough, and his hand brushes against yours in passing. It’s light and fleeting, the kind of contact that normally would be dismissed in seconds. But you feel it all too clearly, so much that even after he pulls away, his fingertips linger on your skin in a way that burns until it leaves a permanent trace.
Because he doesn’t pull away immediately, not fast enough like he usually does. There’s a fraction of a second where his fingers stay there before he retracts like he remembered it a little too late.
And when you finally leave, Jungkook finds himself drowned inside the drunken haze of your sweet scent and the warmth of your presence– so strong that he physically feels the way it’s begging for him to follow.
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The place Jaemin picked is one of those upscale cocktail bars where the wine is just so mediocre you’re forced to order overpriced cocktails instead. The lighting is warm and dim, because it always is in places like this– casting everything in a golden glow so that the glint makes it easier to ignore what doesn’t quite live up to the price tag. It’s busy just the way you like, filled with enough people to feel alive without being crowded.
Jaemin is already there by the time you reach the table that's reserved for you, leaning back into his seat like the air around him bends so intently that the place belongs to him. His legs are spread just a little wider than what’s acceptable, and the drink in his hand swings lazily from side to side like it’s been there for long with the sole purpose of giving him something to fidget with.
He smirks immediately when you walk in. “There she is.” He sings, dragging his gaze over you before continuing. “You look…happy.” He says, cocking a brow like he’s questioning his own choice of words.
You slide into the seat across from him, setting your bag onto the one next to you. “When am I not happy?”
“This is like, when your hot friend from statistics called me cute, kind of happy.”
You scoff, reaching for the menu before letting your eyes scan through the list of beverages. “You threw a chair and got banned from the cafe you took her to.”
Jaemin rolls his eyes. “I moved a chair.”
“You threw it and it hit someone’s leg.”
He pauses. “Not the point.”
You giggle, placing the menu back onto the table. “Exactly the point, she got back together with her ex two days after your date.”
He watches you for a second, then shakes his head. “God, you’re exhausting.”
“And,” You start, dragging the word. “You still text me every day.”
“What can I say, you’re a part of my routine.” Jaemin winks at you before turning his head to call over a waiter. When he comes by, you order a cocktail too pink to be taken seriously, and Jaemin asks for a kind of whiskey you’re sure tastes even worse than its name. Because no one really enjoys whiskey, it’s just for show. A whole performance created by men trying to match up to their fragile egos. Not that you're saying Jaemin fits the profile.
He leans forward when the waiter walks away. “Alright.” He says. “What did you do?”
You tilt your head, pretending to think. “I didn’t exactly do something.”
He gives you an unimpressed look. “And you expect me to believe that?”
“Yes!” You exclaim. “I really didn’t do anything. He just…slipped.”
“Who?” He pulls his brows together. “Don’t tell me this is about Jungkook again.”
You lean back into your seat, unable to help the mischievous smile spreading across your face. Jaemin groans when it clicks, realizing exactly what you’re talking about. “No he didn’t.” He says matter of factly.
You met Jaemin your freshman year of high school, and you slipped in each other’s spaces so easily you don’t even remember how. Just that by the time it mattered, he was already there. In your messages at ungodly hours, in the best parts of your worst days, in the middle of things he had no reason to involve himself in but did anyway.
And at some point, without either of you really saying it out loud, you built something strong enough to stay and fight for.
So naturally, Jaemin knows Jungkook. How he moves, how he talks, how careful he is without making it obvious— only when it comes to you. He knows the version of him that exists around your brother; easy, controlled, and distant just enough to never cause any problems.
So when you say that Jungkook slipped, he knows exactly what you mean, even though he would never grant you the pleasure of being right. But most importantly, he knows that if you're bringing it up like this, something has actually shifted.
“He did.” You say without an ounce of hesitation. “He looked at me like he…forgot everything. Like there was a feeling he’d been suppressing and he forgot why for a second." You pause, sipping your drink. "And!" You exclaim like you forgot to add something so crucial. "His hand brushed mine and he didn't pull away." You argue.
Jaemin sinks deeper into his seat. “Can we please move on from that man? Jungkook doesn’t slip, that’s literally his thing. I can set you up with Mark, if you want. Saw his dick once in the lockers and let me tell you, he’s huge.”
Your lips pull into a pout. “I don’t want Mark, I want Jungkook.”
Jaemin exhales through his nose before taking a large gulp from his drink. “Let’s say you’re right, Jaehyun would fucking kill you.”
You shrug, mindlessly tracing your nail along the rim of your glass. “We’ll figure that out, I just wanna see how far it goes. What it takes for him to lose control."
“You’ve liked him way too long for this to end well.”
You scoff. “I do not like him.”
Jaemin deadpans. “You used to sit on the stairs just to watch him and your brother play video games.”
“That's because I wanted to hop on his bones.” You argue.
He lifts a brow accusingly. “When you were fifteen?”
You pause for a second, tongue poking the inside of your cheek as you watch over your friend. “Fuck you.” You mutter under your breath.
You breathe again before leaning forward slightly, lowering your voice just enough. “You’ve seen him, Jaemin. He’s always so– so put together. Like nothing touches and sticks to him enough.”
“Yeah.” Jaemin nods. “Because he’s not stupid.”
The corner of your mouth twitches. “And it’s my duty to fuck up his morals.”
He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “You’re gonna drag me into this, aren’t you?”
“You’re already in it." You smile at him innocently, bating your eyelashes. “You’re gonna sit next to me and look pretty."
“Wow, the way you love me.”
You wink at him, sipping your drink and letting the bitter taste of alcohol burn in your mouth. "Always."
“God,” He mutters. “You’re gonna fuck this up.”
Your lips twitch. “I’ll snap you a pic when he spreads his legs for me.”
“Please don’t.”
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The opportunity presents itself on a silver platter.
You’d be stupid to not take it. Not when you’ve gotten him somewhere hot, wet and messy without even meaning to, as if the universe already knows exactly what you’re about to do with it.
You're stretched out on one of the chez-longs by the pool, body wrapped in the tiniest set of white bikinis in your wardrobe. That was definitely a lucky guess— a hot one to say the least. You're laying on your stomach with a book resting open in your hands with the sole purpose of being there, because you've read no more than two or five pages during the whole hour you spent here.
You had set the day aside and spared it for yourself— silenced your phone, shut everyone out, forced your mind into a kind of quiet that had no way out unless you tried hard enough. You had cleared everything until there was nothing to think about, nothing pulling at you from somewhere with something you didn't choose.
But it doesn't last.
The sliding door cuts through the quiet when you expect it the least, and when it opens, it brings Jaehyun with it. He walks in a way that's loud, careless, and already mid conversation with a couple of his friends trailing behind him.
And Jungkook too, of course.
You lower your book, push yourself onto your elbows, and then lift your sunglasses up into your hair. The exasperated breath you huff out goes unnoticed by both your brother, and his ridiculously loud friends as their voices swallow it up without wasting a second.
"Wow," You mutter, tilting your head to take a look at them. "Great."
Jaehyun spots you immediately. “Oh, you’re here.”
You scrunch your face a little, blinking up at him, shielding your face from the sun with a help of your hand even though it doesn't exactly work wonders. “I live here.”
“Right.” He says mindlessly. “Didn’t think you’d be outside.”
You scoff. “Clearly.”
After your exchange, Jaehyun walks over the lounge chairs across from you, tossing his towel onto one of them like there isn't enough for everyone and they're something to call dibs on. When in reality, they aren't. One of his friends, one you only vaguely recognize, blows out a low whistle as he walks by.
"Damn," He says, not even trying to be subtle about it. "Didn't know he had a sister like that."
Luckily, Jaehyun doesn't hear it, too busy arguing with Mingyu about sunscreen brands like either of them know what they're talking about.
But Jungkook does.
His head turns— maybe not immediately, maybe you're giving yourself too much credit and your imagination has started playing games on you— but you swear it does. His eyes narrow at his friend for a second too long before landing on you. And this time, you're sure there's something there. You're sure that if you were exaggerating and reading too much into every small detail last week, you aren't now.
His eyes linger on you as the oil you had put on catches the sunlight in a way that's impossible to ignore. The soft sheen traces every line and every curve of your body, shifting with movement until it reflects straight into his eyes.
Jungkook really doesn't mean to look. But the way the light hits your body— which he swears is literally the epitome of beauty— pulls in his attention without asking for permission. Suddenly, he's seeing too much and the tent in his shorts is growing and growing until the fabric tightens around his length and he can't bear doing nothing about it.
Though what really gets him isn't only how good you look— because that has always been a problem. It's how you exist in it so easily, so comfortable in the artwork dressed as your body. As his gaze dances over you, his head keeps spinning and spinning and suddenly, words he can never say out loud build at the tip of his tongue.
You're a fucking temptation.
You’re in the middle of flipping a page you haven’t been reading when his voice cuts in. “Didn’t know you’d be here.”
You glance up again. “And I didn’t know you were coming over.”
He shrugs. “Jaehyun asked.”
You nod slowly, pursing your lips. “I figured.”
There’s a beat filled with silence, one that stretches a little too long, one that leads you to realize he won’t be the first one to break it. So you turn over and sit up fully, setting your book aside. “Are you gonna get in or keep standing there?” You ask lightly.
But it takes him longer than a minute to hear the question. Because as you sit up and your front faces him, Jungkook feels the air knocking out of his lungs.
Your tits.
They sit so round and perky under the thin fabric of your bikini top. The white colour extenuates the soft swell of your boobs perfectly and Jungkook can't help but wonder what else would paint them white like this. As if things couldn't get worse for him, your tits bounce slightly when you move, and Jungkook fucking loses it.
He huffs a quiet breath in hopes of masking the ethical dilemma he's got going on inside. “Don’t really feel like it.”
You hum softly, dragging your gaze over him. “Well,” You start. “That’s too bad.”
His brows pull together. “Why?”
You give him a calculated smile, letting the moment sink in before answering. “You’d be fun to watch.”
You see the way your words land immediately– that almost-reaction he covers before it reaches too far. “Yeah?” He says, voice lower now, unable to help himself. “You watch everyone like that?”
You shrug. “Only the ones nice to look at.”
He huffs out a soft scoff under his breath before reaching for the hem of his shirt, then pulls it off in one swift motion. You try to keep your expression neutral. And you swear, you really do. But when he looks like that, it’s impossible.
Because Jungkook looks ridiculous like this, chest toned and bare and so fucking hot. He looks like someone who jumped out of your dirtiest fantasies and landed straight in your aching pussy. Your muscles grow sore despite having laid down all morning and you have to physically stop yourself from drooling and licking along the lines framing his abs.
At the end of the day, you're just a girl who knows what she likes. Sue you.
You exhale softly through your nose, shaking your head mindlessly like it doesn’t matter, like you don’t want to jump and bounce on him until his shape is permanently engraved in you. “Real subtle.”
He glances at you, cocking a brow. “You asked.”
You tilt your head. “I wouldn’t say asked is the correct word.”
“You’re welcome anyway.” He says, tossing his shirt beside you.
You laugh, pushing yourself up from the sunbed. “You’re so annoying.” So annoyingly hot.
When you’re finally standing, he’s so close you don’t hear whatever bullshit Jaehyun yells from the pool. Shut up, brother. Your girl is standing on business.
You step forward towards the edge of the pool when the lack of distance starts feeling like you want to drop down to your knees and take him into your mouth until he's whining and crying. Because it's one thing to be aware of his presence, but a whole another thing to feel the warmth of him sizzling through your bones.
You crouch down, dragging your hand along the water. "You getting in?" You ask, glancing up at him.
Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle, gives you one final look, and before you know it, he's jumping straight into the pool. Water rises fast the moment his body drops in, splashing and hitting your skin in cool droplets.
Jungkook shakes his head, dragging a hand over his face. "Happy?" He asks, looking at you behind wet curls as he brushes them away from his face.
Oh the sight he is.
You tilt your head, looking down at him as you narrow your eyes teasingly. “A little.”
Before you can move, his hand catches your wrist and pulls you forward. You lose your balance and a sharp splash cuts through your body, skin burning with the unexpected hit. And suddenly, all you can feel is the cold chill of water rushing up your spine mixed with the warmth of his body.
Shit.
When you open your eyes, you realize you're fully pressed against him. Your arms instinctively wrap around his shoulders and your legs around his waist before you have the chance to realize what's happening.
For a second, it's like the earth stops rotating— like it forgets to revolve around the sun and time forgets to move along with it. The water ripples slowly until it calms down, the noise around you fading into something so distant and irrelevant. Because right now, all you can feel is him. The way his broad chest sits solid against your soft boobs and the warm touch of him on your skin that's suddenly everywhere.
Jungkook goes completely still the exact way you do, like he didn't expect this either yet can't bring himself to do anything rational about it. The rush keeps you away from registering his hold around your thighs until he shifts slightly, securing your place in his arms.
Your faces are so close that his breath is hitting your skin in that warm, intimate kind of way you don’t share with just anyone. But the intimacy slips over your head just like that and all you can focus on is the way his hardened length presses against you beneath the water.
“Fuck.” It slips under his breath, barely audible even for you considering the lack of distance between you and him. But of course, you hear it. You'd be a fool to miss a slip like that, because you'd notice that kind of desperation from a mile away
He pulls back abruptly, like the warmth becomes too much and suffocates him all at once, so much that he can't feel oxygen reaching his lungs anymore. Distance folds itself into something necessary for him to function properly again, and just like that, your arms slip away and your legs drop back into the water.
Then you give him a smile, teasing and knowing, like this was all you needed to have him all bare and figured out in the middle of your palm. "This is new." You murmur. "You're getting reckless."
His jaw tightens. “I’m not.”
“You just pulled me into the pool.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest.
“You were standing too close.”
You laugh softly. “That’s your excuse?”
“It’s the truth.”
You tilt your head to study him with a little more care. The way he's been holding onto the tension between you like his life depends on it just so that it doesn't crack, the way restraint sits so uncomfortably on his face even though he has no choice but to keep it together a little longer— it's all a bit more clear now.
"Right." You say lightly, then turn away like nothing about what just happened is worth digging further. But on the inside, you're already thinking about the phone call you'll have with Jaemin. Because you were right from the start, that wasn't nothing, not even close.
You just got what you wanted.
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Jaehyun absolutely loves Jaemin. He just won't ever say it like that.
It shows in other ways— been there since the day you came home all giddy and giggly, talking too fast about the first ever friend you made in high school, barely able to get his name out properly out of excitement. Jaehyun remembers it anyway. He remembers the day you said Jaemin like it already meant something, like the way the letters rolled out of your tongue was enough to know he was going to stay.
He didn't question it then, he doesn't question it now.
So when Jaemin shows up unannounced at your door and lets himself in without asking, Jaehyun doesn't tell him to leave. He complains with a roll of his eyes, but offers him a can of beer anyway. Because accommodating an uninvited Jaemin has become a given way too long ago.
Jaemin exists in the space the same way Jungkook does, even though he slipped into it a few years later, like they both carved out a place for themselves in the dearest corners of your lives and never really left.
The difference is, Jaemin doesn't really have to keep his distance.
After inviting himself inside, he stretches across your couch, fetches the drink straight out of Jaehyun's hand before your brother gets to offer it properly, then reaches for you absentmindedly the way he always does.
Jaehyun notices it sometimes, just enough to be bothered by it. He isn't exactly a fan of seeing a man touch you like that, even if it's Jaemin. He rolls his eyes, tells him to stop being annoying, but Jaemin just nods along with that loose, careless grin; pulling you closer regardless.
You lean into him just enough to make things worse for your brother, your shoulder pressing into his chest as you reach past him for the small bowl of nuts Jaehyun was about to hand you, until Jaemin beats you to it.
"Can you not steal everything that's mine?" Jaehyun mutters. Already huffing, already annoyed.
Jaemin doesn't even look at him, stuffing his mouth with a handful of peanuts. "Relax. You were literally handing it out."
Jaehyun deadpans. "Well, not to you."
You laugh, grabbing a few of the almonds. "You're both insufferable."
"You're one to talk." Jaehyun shoots back immediately. "You encourage him."
"I don't encourage him." You argue, but the lack of distance between you and your friend is still questionable.
Jaemin glances down at you, eyes grazing over your bare legs draped across his lap before lifting a brow. "You definitely do."
You tilt your head, meeting his gaze with narrowed eyes. "You're very impressionable, that's not my fault."
"I'm not impressionable."
"You walked in uninvited and stole a drink in under thirty seconds."
"Eh," He squints his eyes, pretending to think. "You offered it though."
"So you wouldn't have gone ahead and taken one if he didn't?" You ask, cocking a brow.
Jaehyun points at him in victory, ecstatic at the newfound support from you. "Exactly."
Jaemin ignores him completely and turns to you, his arm still draped over your shoulders. "You weren't complaining five minutes ago."
"Suddenly I'm feeling a little wiser."
Jaemin rolls his eyes. "No, you're not."
You pause mid sip like you're considering putting up a fight, but you change your mind as you gulp down the drink, dropping your shoulders. "Fine, I'm not."
Jaehyun exhales sharply, dragging a hand along his face like he's already exhausted. "See, this is exactly what I mean. You two are unbearable together."
"You're the one who keeps letting him in." You say lightly.
"I don't let him in." He argues. "He just shows up."
"You'd shut the door in my face if you wanted to." Jaemin says.
"You'd climb in through the window."
Jaemin nods with a serious look on his face, like what he's agreeing to is a reasonable solution. "Yeah, I would."
You're still laughing when the bell rings, and Jaehyun mutters a quiet finally under his breath as he pushes himself up from the couch. Jungkook and Mingyu walk in one behind the other, Jaehyun holding the door open by the corner.
"Took you long enough." He complains, unimpressed.
Mingyu scoffs lightly. "We're not late."
"You always are. I'm the only one with a sense of urgency here."
Mingyu doesn't argue further, he heads straight for the kitchen instead. As he's busy opening and closing cabinets one by one like he owns like place, Jungkook lingers a little longer at the entrance before following Jaehyun inside.
He looks good, he looks so fucking good it takes everything in you to not spread your legs right then and there. So you lean more into Jaemin, letting your skirt ride up with the movement. Because you'll get this man in your bed one way or the other and right now, there's nothing you can do besides rile him up a little and pray your brother doesn't notice.
He does.
Jaehyun's eyes flick between the two of you before he looks away again, jaw clenching just slightly. "Can you sit normally for once?"
But you don't move. You can't move when Jungkook's already looking at you like he's trying so hard not to slip. Not again. "Are we not sitting normally?" You ask, glancing down at yourself, pretending to be confused.
"No." He says flatly.
Jaemin shifts just enough to make it worse, his arm tightening around you even though it's completely unnecessary. "Feels pretty normal to me."
"That's because you're the problem."
You hum softly, clearly entertained now. "I think you're overreacting."
Jaemin nudges you with his elbow. "He's jealous."
"I'm not jealous of you."
"Wow." Jaemin says as he brings a hand to his chest, pretending to be offended. "That hurt."
Mingyu laughs from the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his drink in hand. "He's definitely jealous."
“I’m not jealous.” Jaehyun repeats, louder this time.
Mingyu shrugs as he drops onto the singular couch beside him. “Sounds like it.”
You laugh again, and it still sounds light and careless. But it doesn't really feel like it. Not when you can feel Jungkook's eyes digging holes into your exposed skin, like he's trying to do with his eyes what he can't with anything else. Because neither one of his fists have the privilege of breaking Jaemin's jaw right now.
He's not even trying to hide it now. Maybe because something bigger already slipped last week and there is no point in trying to recollect it back together, or maybe because Jaehyun has fallen into another pointless argument with Mingyu and a small glace or two won't hurt anybody. Doesn't really matter when he keeps giving you exactly what you're looking for.
Regardless, you're adamant on not giving in. You're a girl on a mission and you're going to compromise it for nothing.
So you shift closer, letting your hand slide further along Jaemin's arm before curling your fingers around his bicep like there's no other place you'd rather it be. Like this is nothing new, nothing worth paying attention to.
But it is.
Jungkook's eyes drop down to your legs— bare and unapologetic on Jaemin's lap. He lets them linger on the poor excuse of a skirt that's sitting uselessly on your hips, and then trails lines along your exposed legs all the way to the tip of your feet.
You don't have to look up to know he's watching, but you do anyway, just to see the way he's starting to break. Because this time, there's nothing careful about the way he's looking at you. The control is still there, but he's holding onto it for his dear life— barely.
The conversation around you keeps moving in a way that's constant and habitual— Jaehyun complaining, Mingyu laughing, Jaemin saying something in your ear you don't fully catch…Everything is safe and practiced.
Besides him.
Jeon Jungkook is not safe. God, he’s terrifying. Terrifyingly sexy and thoroughly unsafe.
You reach for your drink, take a slow sip, then set it back down like you've suddenly lost all interest and nothing is as entertaining anymore. "I'll be back." You say, pushing yourself up from the couch before anyone can question you about it.
"Don't disappear." Jaehyun mutters mid-conversation, barely glancing at you.
You hum something about him asking too for many things at once before turning away, making your way out of the living room fast so that no one has the chance to hold you there longer.
You take your sweet time walking down the hallway, hips swaying from side to side just in case a certain someone decides to follow behind. But you know he will, so you don't look back. Luckily, life smiles at you for another day and the sound of a second set of footsteps reaches you in no time.
The corner of your mouth lifts in satisfaction as you reach the bathroom door, letting your hand linger on the handle for half a second too long before pushing it open, like you're giving him time to catch up.
You don't bother closing the door, leaving it open as Jungkook steps in a beat or two after you, not forgetting to lock it after him.
"Stop it." He mutters finally, voice low and rough like he doesn't fully trust it to come out louder without giving something away.
Too bad he already has.
You tilt your head, looking up at him like you don't quite understand what he's talking about, lashes fluttering innocently even though you're far from it. "Stop what?"
When your gazes meet, it's like his eyes are whispering to you, telling you to come closer and let yourself melt into his touch until your breath is completely blown away. But instead of doing anything about it, instead of tugging you closer into him and ending this stupid game that has left both of you aching and soaring; he drags a hand down his face and does everything in his power to pull himself back into the control he had once mastered.
"You know what." He says, exhaling sharply through his nose.
You take a step closer, fed up with the distance he's forced you into. "I wanna hear you say it."
His jaw tightens as he looks at you, trying to figure out how far you're willing to take it. "You've been pushing this all night."
"Well then, let me remind you." You murmur, stepping even closer, until there's barely any space left between the two of you. "You followed me." You say, placing your index finger on his chest.
Your words land a certain way, you watch his reaction all the way through its birth and death. In the way his breath stutters audibly, in the way his eyes flick briefly down to your lips, in the way something between light and lust flashes across his features before he can lock it back down again.
He scoffs as his eyes drift away from yours. "You're out of your mind."
You shrug mindlessly, like nothing about this is as serious as he makes it out to be. "I've been told once. Or twice." You give him a smile, light and flirty.
He drops down his hand, then snaps his head towards you like he suddenly remembered something. "Do you think this is funny?" He asks,
You let your gaze drag over him slowly, completely unapologetic, taking your time with it before meeting his eyes.
"I think it's hot."
And you're met with silence. Oh, Jeon Jungkook, the fucking pussy you are.
That does it, you see it the second it lands, the second that suppressed urge in him slips past the point of recovery. It's still there— but thinner, frying, barely holding on. Like it's waiting for someone to cross the line first and it sure as hell won't be him.
So you do.
You close the space completely this time, your hand finding him again until it settles on his shirt and fists the fabric enough to pull him in. You're not testing the waters, not anymore. Everything is visible no matter how hard he's trying to pull it through and you're not going to let him slip past your fingertips when you've gotten him like this.
Jungkook inhales sharply, quick and uneven, like air catches in the middle of his chest before he can do anything about it. His hand moves instinctively, and just as you think he's going to push your hand away, he settles his hold on your waist.
He calls your name, voice dropping in a way that's raw and desperate. His body goes rigid as his brain tries being reasonable one last time, but he fails terribly, miserably.
Your hands trail along his chest, traveling down until you decide to let them settle on his waist. Your hands don't rush him, they move like you've already decided how this ends on his part. Your fingers slip just past the waistband of his jeans, but still not fully, tugging with his belt.
"Fuck." He mutters under his breath as your hips hit his roughly, head falling back beyond his control.
Jungkook just stands there and takes it, lets it happen, lets you happen.
That's what gives him away. He doesn't grab your wrists, doesn't step back, doesn't do anything he should be doing. So with the newfound confidence, you sink down to your knees, slow enough that each passing second aches and tortures and stings his skin until it burns and leaves your trace.
He freezes.
His body hasn't caught up to what's happening yet, even though you're taking your sweet time to make sure every second of your touch registers to the point where it's lingering and all he sees and feels is you when he closes his eyes.
No matter how bad you're trying to let him keep up, he feels as though his brain has stopped working long ago and parked itself outside of the constellation named his fucking morals.
"You still there, Jungkook?" You ask looking up at him, voice low and sultry, bating your eyelashes with feigned innocence. As if you aren't his best friend's little sister who's about to suck the life out of him.
He's barely able to get out a reply and you're already pulling his jeans down. You fiddle with the waistband of his boxers, then move along to palm him over the fabric. Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath, hands finding their way to your hair like he's trying to ground himself.
You give a squeeze to his base, hard and thick just like you expected. You're sure whatever he's hiding inside is even better than your imagination, but there's still a minute or two before you can figure that out.
"Ah, fuck, yes—" Jungkook breathes, almost stuttering, completely lost in a daze. "Keep going." He says as his hold tightens in your hair, locks tangling between his fingertips as he tries steadying himself. You slowly drag your hand over to his tip, flicking your index finger somewhere over his slit before moving it back down. You're about to pull down his boxers and then—
A knock.
Jaehyun calls out your name from the other side of the door, and the sound reaches your ears in an instant, forcing you out of whatever fantasy you've lost yourselves in. It's so sudden that Jungkook jerks, his hold on you slipping away as panic flashes across his features. But you? You don't even move.
"Give me a second!" You call back with a voice so impressively steady even Jungkook believes you're alone for a second.
Jungkook exhales like he's just been dropped back into a body he hasn't been in for years, fists closing and opening by his sides like he doesn't know what to do with his hands anymore. But what gets him— what gets him the most is how calm and unbothered you look, like you didn't just bury his body and bring it back to life in under a minute.
Jaehyun calls your name again. "Be quick, seriously."
But you're still not rushing, still not scrambling. Hell, you're not even shifting the way anyone else would in this situation— enter Jungkook. You just tilt your head slightly as you slowly rise back up to your feel, like you're mildly inconvenienced at best.
"I said give me a second!" You reply, and Jungkook watches over you like you're insane. Because you don't look panicked, you don't look caught, you don't look half he's feeling right now.
You look…fine.
He doesn't like that.
Right when Jungkook was considering running the bath and drowning himself in boiling water, another door opens.
"You can use this one." Jaemin says casually, thoroughly aware of whatever stunt you're pulling unlike your brother. Jaehyun mutters something under his breath, a few curse words and complaints about how annoying you are, but he's already moving.
It's silent again when the door locks shut, and Jungkook exhales like he has been holding the entire universe in his lungs. "Jesus—" He runs a hand down his face, shaking his head like he's trying to rid himself of everything but it doesn't work. "What the fuck was that?"
You melt into every second in a whole minute, smoothing your skirt down, fixing your lipstick, running a hand along your hair like those are the only things that need a fixing and nothing about this requires any urgency.
You look at him, completely calm. "What?" You ask lightly, not even making an effort to look at him, glancing at his face from its reflection through the mirror.
His jaw tightens. "You have no idea what game you're playing and it's a problem."
You finally turn to look at him, then glance down to his crotch before lifting your eyes back up, the corners of your mouth lifting. "I think you've got a bigger problem going on." You say, then walk through the door just like that.
Just like that.
Jungkook is losing his fucking mind.
He hates you, he hates you so goddamn much right now. He hated you that day by the pool when you were in that stupid little bikini, hated you when you had your perfect legs over some boy's lap— God, he really is just some boy. What the fuck is a Jaemin? He swears he's so much hotter and bigger and sexier but he can't even try and make himself feel better now that his pants are tightening and his cock is aching.
He knows he's got a bigger problem going on, he didn't need you to say it, he doesn't want to hear you say anything at this point. Because it seems as though he has the self restraint of a fucking rabbit and his dick gets hard with so much as your breathing.
Jungkook is the boy here. He knows he is. There is nothing left for him to do besides hoping you don't. But god, he's desperate. He can't help but think about the what ifs. What if Jaehyun didn't knock, what if you actually pulled down his boxers and took him in your sweet little mouth. He'd give anything right now. Anything to see your mouth full with his cock, stuffed to the brim. He'd do anything for you to fold beneath him and do as he says, he'd bend you over this stupid counter and take you right fucking here. He'd fuck you so good you'd never be able to walk properly again. He'd put you in your place and shut that sweet mouth of yours forever.
But he can't. He knows he can't. So he does the second most stupid he can do today— the first being letting you take him in your mouth. He pulls his jeans back down after making sure the door is locked again, then frees his cock out of the fabric that has been suffocating him since the moment he laid his eyes on you today.
He starts stroking himself after spreading the precum over his tip, then lets his hand run down his aching length. He's so horny it's stupid. He can't believe a girl he has known since he was nine has gotten his dick rock hard with so much as a few reckless words and light, taunting touches. But who the fuck is he kidding? This isn't the first time he's thought about you like this, not the first time he's caught himself a way the shouldn't have.
He's just been better at hiding it before.
He had always been the version of himself that knows where the line is and doesn't even think about crossing it. Because for the longest time, you had a single purpose, a single title in his life— Jaehyun's little sister. A kid who used to hover around the edges of everything she had no part in, who'd sit too close and talk too much even when she didn't have to. There was never a reason to think about it longer than necessary.
Until you made it impossible to ignore.
It didn't happen all at once, not in a way he could point to and say this is where it changed. It just…happened. You stopped asking to be included, stopped looking at him like he was someone above and untouchable. You built your own life, your own circle, yourself.
And somewhere in the middle of all of that, he started noticing things. The way you carried yourself differently, the way your voice grew into something low and sultry, the way you started looking at people with eyes that knew exactly what you were doing, thoroughly aware of the effect you had.
So as he keeps dragging a hand along his length, he thinks about every time you'd bent over in front of him with a skirt way too short to be acceptable, every time you'd given him those eyes while asking for things as simple as a glass of water, every time you'd call a man late at night thinking your voice couldn't be heard when he'd lose hours of sleep over it— he thinks about it all.
He cums with a breathy trail of moans and your name on his tongue, body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. And as he struggles to find the line between his imagination and the reality, he realizes that the worst part about what he has done today isn't Jaehyun or the post nut clarity.
It's that he wants more.
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The club is brazen without trying to be subtle about it. It's the kind of atmosphere that doesn't prepare you for the worst before settling deep into your skin, right in the middle of something you can't erase no matter how hard you try scrubbing it off, because the agitation is just that heavy. The lights hang low, glowing in a distant hue that's maybe a little too deliberate for a club like this. The air is thick and full without being suffocating, but it's lived in. Like it's been used over and over again and simply refuses to empty out, carrying the remnants of conversations, the cluttered echo of laughter, and things that are said too loud yet meant too lightly.
You're not sure if it was the best pick for a birthday night out, but who are you to say anything— you wouldn't be here without Jaehyun anyway. Not that you want to leave, but the party doesn't matter all that much either. Although you do like Haneul— one of Jaehyun's college friends who also became yours overtime— she's sweet in a way that's safe and makes it easy to forget she's the center of attention tonight.
The music is starting to feel too loud and it feels as if the club is getting smaller and smaller as time goes on, but it's still a little early to leave, at least by yourself. Because leaving alone would mean you aren't enjoying yourself and staying long enough keeps everything in place, keeps you exactly where you need to be without drawing attention to the fact that your mind has been completely elsewhere for the entirety of the night.
Jungkook has been avoiding you. Definitely, irreproachably, unmistakeably.
You've been in this club for three hours now, with your body pressed against the crowd in a way that doesn't allow distance to exist, caught between people who move like proximity is a choice rather than an inconvenience, and still— Jungkook hasn't looked at you properly. Not even once.
Jaehyun finds you sometime around the final minutes of your fourth hour here, fully drunk now as if he hasn't been halfway gone for the majority of his time here. His words are looser, his voice is louder, and his arm is slinging around your shoulder like everything about his balance depends on you.
"There you are." He sings, stretching the words sloppily. "I'm done."
You laugh, head tipping back in his arms. "You've been done for like, what? An hour now?" You tell him, steadying the drink in his hand before it spills.
"I mean it this time." He leans into you, then immediately leans away like something far more interesting suddenly caught his attention. "I'm leaving— or, no. I'm staying. I don't know."
"That sounds about right."
He exhales dramatically, then glances over your shoulder until he spots what he was looking for. "Jungkook!" He shouts over the music.
Jungkook turns his head slightly before fully facing your brother, then moves towards you like rejecting was never really an option.
"Can you take her home?" Jaehyun asks, placing a hand on the small of your back. But it doesn't sound like a question, it sounds like a decision that's already been made before it even reached Jungkook.
Jungkook's expression tightens slightly. "I'm not—"
"You are." Jaehyun cuts him off, waving it away like the argument doesn't exist, doesn't matter. "I'll stay a bit longer, or all night, just— make sure she gets home safe, please."
Your eyes wander away to Jungkook, because watching him is far more interesting than dealing with your drunk brother. There's a pause before he exhales through his nose, a beat that's enough to feel like he's weighing something in his head, like there is a version of this he so badly wants to refuse but knows he can't— knows he won't.
"Fine." He says finally, not exactly willing.
Jaehyun grins, satisfied with the outcome even though he won't remember achieving it by the time he wakes up. He disappears into the crowd after patting Jungkook on the shoulder, leaving the two of you standing in a space that suddenly feels quiet despite being the complete opposite.
Jungkook walks alongside you in silence as you make your way out of the club, his pace controlled and calculated like that's the only thing he's concentrating on right now. The music gets swallowed up by a wave of soft wind and the distant hum of the city when you step outside, fading slowly as you get further and further away from the club.
You glance at him as you walk, trailing your eyes along the sharp line of his jaw beneath the warm glow of the streetlights. He's dressed too nicely for the bike waiting at the curb, painted in dark clothes and silver rings along with the kind of face that makes people stop and turn their heads twice without even realizing they're doing it. For a short second, you wonder if he knows how unfair he looks tonight. But jokes on you, he probably does.
Because Jeon Jungkook is one cocky bastard, even though he doesn't show it a lot.
"You could've said no, you know." You say lightly when you reach the bike. "If it's impossible for you to be alone with me without glaring like you want me dead."
Jungkook exhales through his nose, pulling the spare helmet from the handle and holding it out to you before responding eventually. "I would've said no if i wanted to."
You look down to the helmet, crossing your arms on your chest."You can act a little less miserable, then."
His jaw tightens slightly at that, like he's annoyed with both you and himself. "Put the helmet on." He says, ignoring your claim.
You roll your eyes, but take it from him anyway, not forgetting to let your fingers brush against his on purpose. He shifts under your touch, shoulders tensing beneath his jacket. You're sure he notices the way you're doing it on purpose too, but prefers not to comment on it. Not yet, at least.
"You're quiet tonight." You say, slipping the helmet on.
"You talk enough for the both of us."
"That's not true. You talk plenty when you're…engaged." You say slowly, dragging your gaze over him before settling them back on his face. Jungkook looks at you properly for the first time tonight, and he makes sure to look at you with purpose. Enough to let you know he's still thinking about it too.
The bathroom, everything you did that day, everything he did after you left. Not a single second of it has left his mind ever since.
"Get on the bike." He says, tongue poking the inside of cheek before he speaks.
You do, but you do it so slowly Jungkook thinks he wants to dig his grave right then and there. You place your hands on his shoulders before sliding them over his chest as you move behind him, taking your time in a way that feels cruel. By the time you finally sit, there's barely any space between your bodes. Your knees press against his thighs, your arms wrap around his waist, and your chest leans onto his back.
"You know," You murmur near his ear, and it takes so much in him to not go still at the lingering heat of your breath. "For someone who keeps telling me to stop, you never actually do anything."
His grip tightens around the handles. "You don't listen."
"Maybe i'd listen if you were better at hiding how much you like it."
You feel how his body stiffens immediately as he inhales sharply before starting the engine. "Hold properly." He says, completely dismissing your words.
When the bike finally pulls away from the curb, you settle against him even closer than before, letting your body melt into the warmth of his. You smile to yourself beneath the helmet, because this time, you know exactly how tonight is going to end.
Your hands wander all over him throughout the entirety of the ride, tracing lines starting from his chest all the way down to his thighs. Jungkook has no idea how the hell he's survived when he rolls the bike into your garage, but he definitely knows the tension between you has turned into something so physical he feels like he's going to burst.
Neither of you can move when the engine cuts off, because the air is still vibrating from the ride. Because your body stayed pressed against his the entire way home like you were trying to test how much restraint one could realistically have before it gave out completely.
And judging by how Jungkook is handling it all— not much.
"You should go inside." He says eventually, back still turned to you.
You slowly let go of his waist, leaning back slightly as you take off your helmet. "I don't really want to."
Jungkook lets out a breath through his nose, then hops off the bike as he takes the helmet from your hand and places it back on the handle alongside his own. When he's back on the bike, he's facing you, legs placed on both sides of the vehicle.
He calls your name, but it sounds completely ruined in his mouth now, rough and raw around the edges by weeks of restraint and the complete lack of it sitting underneath. He shakes his head in frustration, dragging a hand along his face.
"Look, you— this, whatever you've been trying to do all night. No, scratch that, you've been doing this for weeks now. It's not going to happen, it can't happen."
"You wanna know what i think?" You ask instead, tilting your head.
"No."
"I think you liked avoiding me."
Jungkook's eyes darken at your words, sharp enough to slice through your skin that's ravaged with desire. And as the dawn slowly breaks, you see the walls crumbling down beneath his feverish, agitated gaze. Because you've already stripped him out of his armor and he hates how naked and vulnerable he might look to your eyes.
"You liked it because it gave you an excuse to think about me all the time." Your voice softens slightly, just enough to feel intimate. "Every room i walked into, every conversation you avoided, every time you looked away before i caught you. You liked it because that was the only way to fill your mind with me without feeling guilty."
Jungkook laughs quietly, but there's nothing amused about it. The sound comes out frayed, disbelieving, like he's hearing his own thoughts being spoken back to him in your voice and hates how accurate they sound.
"You think this is easy for me?" He asks, and the shift in his tone catches you off-guard. It's not softer, not gentler either— but it's honest. Raw in a way that sits somewhere so deep in his chest, so much more than he has been willing to show until now. "You think i enjoy walking into a room and having to pretend i'm not thinking about you?"
At his confession, your breath stutters without waiting for permission. Because suddenly, every letter rolling out of his tongue feels heavy. Because this is the first time he's admitting it out loud, even if it sounds like it's being dragged out against his will.
His eyes dip briefly to your lips before lifting again, but it's slow, as if the movement costs him something he can't pay for. "You keep looking at me like that." He mutters, so low that you think it's not meant for you.
"Like what?" You ask, looking up at him through your lashes.
"Like you already know i'm gonna give in."
You tilt your head slightly, pushing yourself further into his embrace. "Are you?" You ask, voice laced with a honeyed amusement.
He exhales sharply with closed eyes, and for a second, you think he's actually going to walk away. You see the glimpses of conflict flash across his features, shoulders tensing like he's forcing himself to hold onto the last scraps of control he has left.
But then his hands find your waist, firm and certain in a way that makes you believe he won't let go this time. Whatever was left of Jungkook's self-control gives in completely, and his lips are on yours in an instant.
A mix of gasps and moans falls from your lips, and he swallows them without wasting a second. Your fists find his jacket, tugging onto the fabric as you close the remaining bits and pieces of distance between your bodies.
His hands drop drown to your hips, moving them to the rhythm of your lips until you're fully on his lap. His thumb pulls at your bottom lip, searching for permission to be let in even further into your mouth. You grant him the access immediately, his tongue clashing against yours in a way that's hot, wet, and so fucking desperate.
You draw circles with your hips on his lap, his already hardened length pressing into your clothed core. The friction feels so good it blows your breath away, and your stomach flutters every time his skin touches yours in a way that's rather vulnerable and intimate instead of sole lust.
Jungkook feels his cock pulsing beneath the fabric of his jeans, and he swears he's going to cum on the spot if you keep moving your hips like that. Your wetness leaves filthy stains on the course denim, marking him with your arousal.
"This dress," He breathes into your mouth, voice laced with fever as he tugs onto the thin fabric. "You wore it for me?"
You smirk into the kiss, not forgetting to continue moving your hips. "Wouldn't you like to know." You sing softly.
He scoffs, hand sliding in through your dress to settle on your bare ass, giving it a hard squeeze, fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Oh, i already do."
The moment a soft trace of streetlights spread inside from the corner and chase away the darkness, Jungkook knows it's his cue to pull away. A final opportunity to let him fix everything he has broken and lost himself inside, a weak excuse to allow him wake up to a brighter morning without the weight of betrayal and regret and burnt desire he hates himself for not being able to keep hidden.
But he doesn't, he's so lost in the drug called you and as your body searches his further and further, there's almost nothing left in him that's holding him back from being gone completely.
Your movements on his lap grow into something more and more desperate, pussy aching with need as his hands wander all around your body, feeling you up beneath your dress. He lifts the skirt over your hips, exposing it to the cool air of the garage and your breath hitches at the feeling of being so bare all of a sudden.
"Shit— stop, stop." He nearly begs, pulling his lips away from yours. You look back at him, momentarily thrown. Because what does he mean stop? He can't, not right now, not when he's got you all hot and bothered on his lap.
"What's wrong?" You ask softly, brows pulling together.
"I'm— I'll cum if you keep doing that. Wanna be inside you."
The words mean so much more to you than just lust. Because this isn't only want, not at all. It's ravishment, the breakage of suppression that has been dressed up as a boundary for way too long. Jungkook has spent weeks— no, scratch that. He has spent years holding himself together so tightly you almost started believing he was actually capable of resisting you.
But now, he's sitting beneath you, looking completely unraveled by your body against his. Nothing more, nothing less.
You did that. The thought alone makes you dizzy.
You take a moment to let your gaze drift over his face; taking in the spent rise and fall of his chest, his red lips that are swollen from kissing you, the frustration and desperation tangled together beneath his darkened gaze…He looks wrecked in a way that doesn't suit him at all. Because Jeon Jungkook has always been a man of precision and there isn't a single ounce left of it in his being tonight.
He was always guarded in a way that kept every ugly thought locked somewhere private, somewhere no one else could reach, could touch. And now, Jeon Jungkook is falling apart right in front of you— because of you.
"Yeah? You want to fuck me, Jungkook?" You ask slowly, voice low and sultry as your nails trail lines along his inner thighs.
Jungkook lets out a low groan before speaking. "Come here." He says, pulling you back onto him. You laugh with the movement as your hands work on the zipper of his jeans, and he lifts his hips enough to assist you pull them off just enough.
Once his boxers are pulled down and his cock is all bare and exposed for you to see, you can't help but let your lips part in shock. You feel yourself nearly drooling over his size because fuck, he's huge.
You shouldn't be shocked, you've already felt him up and you expected nothing less. But seeing it like this, thick and long and leaking for you— you think you're going to pass away.
"See something you like, baby?" He smirks, all cocky and confident.
"That's not going to fit." You reply immediately, gaze flicking up and down consecutively.
"We'll make it fit." He says, eyes stuck on yours as he gives himself a few strokes. "And you're going to take every inch like the good girl you are."
You just stare at him, utterly in shock, almost scared. Because what the actual fuck is he talking about? You've never taking anything this big, and you're not sure if anyone ever has either.
"You were begging for me to fuck you. Weren't you, princess? Were so desperate for my cock and now what? Cat's got your tongue?" He says, a loose grin on his face as his thumb swipes over the head and spreads the precum.
"I'll take it." You say obediently.
"Yeah?" He breathes, lifting your hips so that your entrance is lining up with his cock.
"I'll take all of it. Need your big cock so bad. Fuck me, Jungkook. Please, need it." You beg, trying to push yourself down to take him into your cunt but he tightens his hands around your hips to hold you in place.
He guides your hips down slowly, letting you feel every line and every vein that's painting his pretty length. You whine at the stretch, but there's still half of him you haven't taken yet.
"Fuck," He groans, letting his eyes close and his head fall back as you sink down further. "You're so tight."
You both moan loudly as he presses your hips down fully, your wet cunt swallowing him wholly. He watches as his cock disappears between your folds, so wet and creamy with your slick that's already obnoxiously overflowing. Once all of him is inside you, you let out a high pitched whimper, feeling the way your walls burn with how good he's stretching you, because he's just that big. So fucking massive it's insane. And you swear you've never felt this full in your entire life.
"Holy shit." You gasp when he lifts his hips to meet you halfway, balls hitting your ass with the movement.
"How does it feel, princess? Anything like you imagined?" He asks, thrusting up into you as he guides your hips down, hands squeezing the flesh of your plump ass. "Use your big girl words, i know you can."
"So good, Jungkook. I'm so full, you're so— so big." You cry out, nails digging into his shoulders.
He pushes down the top of your dress, exposing the lace fabric of your red bra. He pulls it down just enough to bare your boobs, breath hitching the moment they bounce free right in front of his eyes.
Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath the moment you find your pace, your tits bouncing up and down as you hop on his cock, riding him to chase your own high. One of his hands lift to massage your tit as the other keeps digging into the flesh of your ass. You whimper when he takes your hardened nipple into his mouth, bouncing on his cock in a pace that slowly grows into something sloppier as the hot feeling of your orgasm starts building low in your stomach.
"Kook, i'm cumming. Shit."
"Yeah? Let it go, baby. Cream all over my fat cock."
His words do it for you, and you fall apart on his cock after a few more thrusts. Your legs start shaking and you bury your head in his neck for support, panting into his skin.
"You okay?" He asks, head tilted as he tries looking at your profile.
"Yeah…just," You breathe, straightening your posture to pull away and take a proper look at him. "Wanna make you feel good."
Jungkook groans loudly, letting his head fall back at your words. Because how can he act normal, how can he hold it together when your mouth keeps reciting filthy words so casually like you're talking about the weather?
He can't believe this, he still can't believe he's just fucked you on his stupid bike. Because this is you. Jaehyun's little sister. The girl he spent years forcing himself not to look at for to long. And now, he's got you all naked and completely spent on his lap, touching him like the yellow light that's filling up the void of control he'd built for himself, warming him up so intimately without even realizing you're doing so.
He's a goner. He's so irreversibly fucked and completely gone.
But what worsens it for him is, that you don't look too different from the state he's in. You've fallen apart right in front of his eyes, skin flushed, sounds breathless, movements desperate. They tell him you're just as gone as he is. There is something so dizzying about it, about seeing the exact effect he has on you after weeks of wondering whether he imagined it all or not.
He didn't.
Thank god, he didn't.
As his eyes wander all over you, desire burning through him so intensely it almost feels violent, he thinks about the one thing he has been dying to ask you.
Because if he doesn't ask now, when will he ever?
"Can i—" Jungkook cuts himself off with a quiet curse, dragging a hand down his face before looking back at you. "Fuck, can i fuck your tits?"
The corner of your mouth twitches upwards immediately, amusement curling through your face despite how breathless he left you just minutes ago. The overhead light catches against the flush spreading across your skin, showing off the mess he's made of you.
Your fingertips move onto the hem of your dress, pausing there long enough for anticipation to sizzle in his lungs before you slowly pull the fabric upwards.
Jungkook watches every movement, so so carefully. Like he's afraid that if he blinks, he'll miss something. And when your dress is completely off, he thinks that he might actually die right then and there.
The breath that leaves him when you unclasp your bra and let it fall down to the ground is sharp. His gaze drags over you with a kind of raw hunger he stopped trying to hide a long time ago tonight. There is nothing composed about him now, nothing careful. Just pure, unadulterated want.
"Jesus Christ." He mutters under his breath, hands flexing at his sides like he doesn't know what to do with them.
You tilt your head slightly, watching him through your lashes, a small and seductive smile playing on your lips. "You look overwhelmed."
"You think?" He argues, a rough laugh slipping out of his lips. "Press'em together for me, baby." He says, hands braced behind him as he leans into the handlebars.
You press your tits together, then lean forward onto him to take his cock between the soft flesh of your boobs. Jungkook's eyes flutter shut in an instant, a low groan escaping his lips as you start moving your chest up and down. His dick is already so wet, sliding between your boobs seamlessly.
"Love your tits, princess. Gonna paint them with my seed." He moans, long gone in the bliss. Jungkook's hips jerk beyond his control, and he starts fucking your tits as you move along with his pace.
He cums all over your chest not long after with low grunts of curses and your name on his tongue.
The garage still feels warm, still thick with tension and the aftermath of everything that just happened, everything that was boundto happen for weeks. But there isn't an edge to it anymore. Because Jungkook isn't looking at you the way he was just a few hours ago. Because now, there's no frustration behind his gaze. Instead, he looks wrecked.
He leans back against the handlebars as he tries catching his breath, one hand still on your thigh. You sit sideways across his lap, completely naked, hair messy, lips swollen.
Your fingers drift absentmindedly along the collar of his shirt as he tries catching his breath, smoothing the fabric. "You know," You murmur, eyes dancing over him. "You're a lot softer than i thought you'd be."
Jungkook laughs lightly. "You literally spent weeks trying to ruin my life."
"Mhm." You tilt your head, pretending to think. "You survived tho."
He snorts, thumb drawing circles on your thigh. "Barely."
You smile, then lean into his chest when his hand slides higher along your waist without really thinking, skin calloused and a little rough on your soft skin. But for some reason, it comforts you in a way nothing ever has.
Because for a second, it doesn't feel complicated at all. It doesn't feel like boundaries or guilt or Jaehyun or years of years of knowing each other but never doing anything about it. It just feels like Jungkook's hands on your body and the quiet look in his eyes that says he's still trying to process how badly he wanted this.
How badly he still wants it.
"I really tried not to." He says suddenly.
You look at him, brows pulling together faintly as you try to figure out what he's going to say. "Tried not to what?"
His eyes flick down to your lips before lifting again. "Want you."
Your stomach flips when he says that. Because they sound real. There is no teasing in them. No temptation, no flirtation. Just raw, unadulterated truth.
You lift your head to look at him properly, suddenly a little too aware of how close the two of you still are. How his hand hasn't moved from your waist, how your legs are still tangled with his on the bike like neither of you has figured out how to leave.
"You sucked at it." You say softly.
That earns you a real laugh this time. It's quiet and tired, yet warm around the edges in a way you've never heard him before. Even if you have, it was never for you. But now it feels so intimate that every breath he takes, every word he says, every single thing he does is in honour to you.
"Yeah, i know." And for one dangerous moment, everything feels easy.
Then the front door slams open upstairs.
"I'm home!" Jaehyun's voice echoes through the house; loud, drunk and completely unaware. "Why the fuck is the garage light on?"
Well, fuck.
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off the road. (m) jjk.
part one . part two paring. older brother's best friend x reader genre. street racing, angst, slow burn, etc! word count. 2.2K+ summary. racing was his life and nothing was more important until you came into his line of fire... status. ongoing
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Looking into the midst of Japan, you find yourself in the heart of Tokyo. You take a moment to observe your reflection in the glass doors of your older brother's automotive repair shop while tapping your nails on the counter, waiting for a customer to come in. Looking around the shop, you look for any changes that need to be made. You wish there were, but there were none, so you tap on your phone screen to look at the time that looks back at you with the number ‘3:13 pm’.
Suddenly, the door chime rings as an older man enters, looking flustered as he explains the odd sound his engine has been making. You listen intently, nodding in understanding as you assure him that your brother will take good care of his car. As you lead him to the service area, you catch a glimpse of the bustling city streets outside and reflect briefly on the satisfaction of helping customers with their automotive needs. Time seems to pass quickly in this fast-paced city, and as the evening progresses, more customers come in seeking repairs and maintenance.
It was never in your original plan to move to Tokyo, the bustling capital of Japan. You have always cherished the vibrant and thrilling life in Seoul, where every day is filled with excitement. However, fate had different plans for you. An unexpected incident from another case has compelled you to relocate to Tokyo, along with your elder brother Jimin.
It was your second year living in Tokyo. You had settled into a comfortable routine, sharing a three-bedroom apartment with your older brother. However, there was one room that had remained empty, gathering dust as your brother hadn't found the time to find a tenant to rent it out yet. Despite the spaciousness of the apartment, the emptiness of that room seemed to fill the air with untapped potential.
As you are preparing to close up the shop, the door chime rings for the umpteenth time, but you hardly notice it amidst the exhaustion and eagerness to finish up your tasks and head home. The sound of the chime blends into the background noise of your bustling activities as you meticulously go about closing up the shop. The familiar routine of tidying up the shelves, organizing the merchandise, and counting the day's earnings has become second nature to you. The monotony of these closing rituals is occasionally interrupted by the occasional customer who walks in at the last minute, seeking to make a purchase or inquire about a product.
“hey, do you guys sell turbochargers here?”
You are taken aback by the unexpected sound of a voice, causing you to instinctively raise your gaze. To your surprise, you find yourself face-to-face with a young man who sports slicked-back hair, confidently clad in a simple white tank top and a pair of loosely fitted, purposely distressed jeans.
“yeah we do. is there any specific type that you’re lookin’ for?” i ask him while getting out from behind the counter, showing him where the turbochargers are.”
“by any chance you guys got an ECU tuning one?”
Leading him to where the turbochargers live, you squat down and take a moment to carefully inspect the array of turbochargers. You quickly identify the specific one he needs, and with a firm grasp, you carefully retrieve the turbocharger and hand it over, ensuring that it meets the necessary specifications.
"here you go," you say. "this should be the one you're looking for, but let me know if it isn’t.”
Walking back to the counter, I swiftly and efficiently process the transaction, ensuring that the customer receives a detailed receipt. As I hand over the item, I thank him for his purchase and offer any further assistance he may require. Shaking his head, he thanks me and leaves the shop.
As I make my way to the side of the shop, I search for my brother and find him still diligently working on a car that a customer had brought in for repairs. With his sleeves rolled up and a focused expression on his face, he is fully immersed in his task. I can see the beads of sweat glistening on his forehead as he wipes them away with the back of his hand. His dedication and hard work are evident as he meticulously examines the engine and tightens the bolts. Our eyes meet for a brief moment, and he stands up straight and grabs a towel from his workbench before opening his mouth to speak to me.
"are you heading home?" he asks, wiping his hands clean of brake fluid.
"yeah, i'm about to leave. i just finished closing up the shop."
"do you want me to give you a ride home? i'm almost done, just need to finish up some modifications, and i'll be finished."
"it's alright, i want to take a short walk. i'll meet you back at the apartment?"
"okay, make sure to call me as soon as you arrive home, okay?"
"i will, don't worry. see you soon, minnie."
Slipping back behind the counter, I take another look at the shop before picking up my items and throwing them into my bag. As I step outside, the cool breeze of the night air embraces me, serving as a reminder that winter is approaching. With my hands in my pockets, I reach for my keys and securely lock the door of the shop, taking extra precautions to ensure that the premises are properly secured.
Glancing at my watch and taking a look at the time, I begin my journey towards the train station, my footsteps echoing against the pavement. The silence of the night is interrupted by the sudden roar of engines and the revving of cars, capturing my attention.
Curiosity piqued, I followed the source of the noise, and soon I found myself amidst a crowd of enthusiastic spectators. Their cheers fill the air as four cars make their way towards a white line marked on the street. The cars before me are a sight to behold.
Among them, I see the renowned Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution, a true icon in the world of automobile enthusiasts. The 1994 Toyota Supra Mk 4, with its sleek design and powerful performance, also commands attention. Not to be outdone, the 2002 Subaru Impreza 2.5 RS showcases its unique style and capabilities. Lastly, there is the Nissan Skyline GT-R, a car that exudes both elegance and strength.
All four vehicles have undergone extensive customization, adorned with vibrant colors and mind-boggling modifications. However, my eyes are drawn to one particular car that stands out from the rest. It is swathed in a sheet of sleek black wrapping, and its windows are tinted. I was aware that such modifications are considered illegal in Japan, making this car even more intriguing. From the front to the back, this car boasts unheard-of modifications that leave onlookers awe-struck.
As the deafening sound of cars roaring their engines echoed in the air, a spirited girl fearlessly maneuvered her way through the bustling crowd, deftly carrying two vibrant flags in her hands. With uncontainable excitement radiating from her, she unleashed a powerful proclamation, exclaiming, "Are you ready to witness the thrill?" Her voice cut through the ambient noise, captivating the attention of onlookers and drivers alike. Initiating a spellbinding spectacle, she began an electrifying countdown from three, her voice resounding with anticipation. At the precise moment her hands swiftly swayed downward, the four revved-up cars, like lightning bolts, dashed past her, their drivers consumed by a relentless thirst for victory. The girl's contagious enthusiasm and iconic gesture marked the inception of an exhilarating race, leaving spectators teeming with both awe and wild excitement.
While peering through the viewfinder, you notice the Nissan vehicle positioned far ahead of the three cars. The cars attempt to accelerate and catch up to the Nissan, but their efforts prove futile as the Nissan effortlessly drifts and increases its speed, leaving the other cars trailing behind in its wake. As the crowd's cheers get louder, the black Nissan crosses the finish line, and that’s when the whole crowd goes feral, jumping up and down and yelling in their lungs. Looking at the car swing open, a young man walks out of it happily, knowing he won the race. Taking a closer look, a sense of recognition gradually dawns upon you, the mental gears clicking into place as you recollect that he had visited your elder brother's automotive shop earlier, inquiring about a turbocharger. Staring at him for a bit longer, he makes eye contact with you, and that was your queue to leave the loud and exciting crowd making your way to the train station as it was your destination before getting sidetracked by the fierce sport of street racing.
Looking back at your watch, you noticed that the time seemed to have sped up because it was almost midnight. As you made your way to the train station, you decided to check your phone and were surprised to find your phone flooded with messages from your brother and several missed calls.
You had received a total of 5 messages, 4 missed calls, and 4 voicemails. The messages ranged from concerned inquiries about your whereabouts to expressions of worry for your well-being.
Unlocking your phone, you immediately recognized Jimin's caller ID and pressed the call button. The phone rang, and on the second ring, he picked up in a panicked state, asking frantically where you were.
“hello? y/n, where are you? are you okay?!"
you reassured him, "yeah, i'm fine."
he responded with a mix of relief and frustration, "why weren't you picking up my calls or replying to my messages? do you know how worried i was?!"
feeling guilty, you apologized, "sorry, minnie, i'm coming back home now. i'm just making my way to the train station."
jimin insisted, "it's okay; just stay there, okay? my friend is in the area; he'll pick you up. it's too late to be roaming around."
you tried to protest, "no, it's fine.”
he interrupted, "just stay, okay? i just texted him. he'll come soon. just stay on the phone with me until he arrives."
you reluctantly agreed, "okay..." and waited for his friend.
As the quiet streets were suddenly disrupted by the sound of a car engine, you looked to your right and saw a Porsche 911 GT3 approaching. The car came to a stop, and the window rolled down, revealing a familiar face.
the person asked, "are you Y/N? jimin asked me to pick you up." he sent a text message and casually tossed his phone into the cup holder.
you replied, "yeah..." before he continued speaking.
"hop in. your brother is waiting for you," he said, rolling up the window.
You opened the passenger-side door of the two-door car and got in. After buckling your seatbelt, you took a moment to observe the all-black interior with its intricate details.
Glancing at him, you noticed that he had changed his hairstyle, parting it in the middle instead of the slicked-back look. Taking a closer look at his arm that was resting on the console, it was filled with tattoos ranging from animals and flowers to other miscellaneous designs.
“you drive yet?” he asks, breaking the silence.
“yeah but i didn’t take my car today because i rode with jimin to work," i say before staring out the window.
“i saw you at my race, you into those types of things?” he asks, speeding up his car from 50 MPH to 85 MPH while speeding through the empty streets of tokyo.
“yeah” is all you said as you were getting nervous. You’d be lying to yourself if you said he wasn’t attractive because he was honestly one of the most attractive people you’ve ever met.
Seeing the familiar road, he stops in front of your apartment before unlocking the door and letting you out.
“thank you..” looking back, you never asked for his name nor did he tell you
“jungkook” he says.
“thank you, jungkook for the ride. drive safe.”
As his car races through the night, i wonder about who he is…
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▪︎ Bumblebee | jjk
- teaser: WC: 0.99k.
- chapter 01: WC: 3.5k.
- chapter 02: WC: 3.5k.
- chapter 03: WC: 4k.
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▪︎ Jailbird | jjk
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▪︎ Show me | jjk (completed)
- part one: WC: 2.5K
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▪︎ Never been a friend | jjk (ongoing)
- part 1
- part 2
- part 3
》》 drabbles:
Still With You | jjk
Just friends | jjk
Left me with a broken heart | jjk
Rubatosis | jjk
❣️ smut drabble | jjk
》》 oneshots:
❣️ Needy | jjk
❣️ Horny for my bestie | jjk | Oneshot
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Hold Me Close | JJK
Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. brother Jimin)
Genre/Tags: brother’s best friends au; (dash of) angst, fluff (sort of), smut
Warnings: foul language, feelings of insecurity, minor accident caused by inebriation, getting drunk, explicit sexual content (making out, oral m & f receiving, unprotected sex but be safe please!), JK has a hip tattoo and at some point has gray hair (18+)
Word count: 22.6k
Part 2: Hold Me Closer
Summary: When Jimin hits a crisis, he enlists the help of his older sister - you - and his best friend, Jungkook, to put the pieces back again. That proves to be difficult when 1) Jimin’s a brat and a certified pain in the ass, and 2) Jungkook has grown and suddenly, you can’t keep your eyes off him.
A/N 1: I wanted to write something fun for a change and saw @ladyartemesia‘s brother’s best friend list and thought it would be a nice trope to explore because if there would be an ideal bratty younger brother, it would be Jimin. This was sooo much fun to write but also reminded me again of why I love my baby sister more than anyone in this world. Hope you all enjoy!
A/N 2: I did a reread and fell in love again with this JK so I wrote a part 2 and did a 2024 version of this one. 💕
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♡⃟࿔ BETWEEN FEIGNED HATRED AND REAL DESIRE ♡⃟࿔
𑁤 Summary: You can't stand Jungkook, your brother's arrogant, cocky friend who is just waiting for an opportunity to annoy you. He always finds a way to get under your skin, and you were sure that what you hated more than him was the idea of having any feelings for him. But one accident changes everything. Left with him in a locked, cramped room, where every breath is a fire between you two, you realizes that you hatred has always been hidden behind something deeper. Something that cannot be denied, cannot be ignored.
𑁤 Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook • Y/N
𑁤 Age restrictions: 18+
𑁤 Size: one shot
𑁤 Tags: best friend brother, school au, y/n Hoseok sister, from enemies to lovers, sexual tension, unprotected sex, detailed description of sexual scenes, swear words, slightly domJK.
𑁤 Dedication: A late Valentine's Day gift 💘 @myjungkookthighs, @kelsyx33, @someoneelse0109, @mskookie, @kooccult, @smokinghotstargirl , @curse-of-art, @rispwr, @kooko009, @medstudentlifestyle
𑁤 From author: Another of my fantasies that resulted in this, in my opinion, an interesting work. It seems that there are many such works, but you know each author writes in his own way 🥹💕 Therefore, please enjoy, this is a gift ( 🤫 Late gift) for Valentine's Day 💞🫶🏻💜
Your story seems is typical. You hated one of your brother's best friends. All five of the Bulletproof boys on your school's volleyball team were just perfect.
Namjoon, tall, strong, and very smart. Jin is tall, funny, and handsome. Yoongi is quiet, talented, and can always talk to you about anything. Jimin is cheerful, charismatic, and has a subtle sense of humor. Taehyung was synonymous with the word beauty, he was cute but also a tomboy.
And him. Jeon Jungkook. He was a walking nightmare who was hotter than fire, but had a temper that pissed you off. His favorite thing to do was to tease you. He would do just that when he came to your house to hang out at a party thrown by Hoseok, your brother, or when you were having lunch at school with your brother and a whole bunch of his friends sat down with you. Jungkook was always there. And you were literally sick of him.
There was tension between you because your conversation always ended with you screaming and wanting to scratch his face.
Today was Valentine's Day and you hated it. Why? Who wouldn't hate those sweet couples in love who kissed or hugged each other almost everywhere they went? Why are they so annoying on this particular day?
Physical education is over, the last class of the day. You took a shower and went to the locker room. The girls were all gathered together, talking, joking about Valentine's Day.
"Girls, let's each say who we would like to fuck today?" - Kim Sora, who was your bestie, suggested. Only the girls from your company were left in the locker room. They were all mostly cheerleaders, but you weren't. "I'd like Namjoon." - She says first. Everyone laughs and Hewon and Seolha say they would like Namjoon too.
"And I would like Yoongi. His aloof and almost bored behavior turns me on so much. I would know how to make him feel better." - Sejong says, and you burst out laughing. She's had her eye on Yoongi for a while now, but he's not paying attention.
"God, I can't decide between Taehyung and Jimin. They're both so hot, can I have both?" - Sumin asks. You laugh again as you put on your sweatpants. You look at yourself in the mirror.
"Y/N hope you'll forgive me, but I'd like to fuck your brother." - Arin says. You turn to her and grimace.
"Goshhh, Arin, I thought you had better taste." - The girls laugh, but you don't. You genuinely don't understand what girls find sexy about your brother. But fortunately, you don't have to.
"And you're Y/N? You're the only one who hasn't said yet." - Arin laughs and all the girls pay attention to you. You are a little nervous about their attention, and you walk back to the bench where your T-shirt was lying. You put it on.
"I don't know, I don't think I'm interested in any of the Bulletproofs." - You say casually.
"No, you're a liar." - Sora says, and you turn a sharp look at her. You raise your eyebrows. No. She's not going to tell you about him. "Girls, do you know who she dreams of fucking?" - Sora smiles slyly.
"Don't you dare talk about him." - You threaten your bestie , who breaks into an even more evil smile. All the girls squeal almost in unison.
"Who? Who is it?" - Arin squeals.
"Who is our impregnable ice queen dreaming about? Is it Yoongi?" - Hewon asked.
"Hey, Yoongi is mine!" - Shouted Sejong.
"No, I don't want your Yoongi!" - You said. You hurriedly started to pack your things so that you could run away before Sora said anything about him.
"No, it's not Yoongi." - Sora said. She was silent for a moment. You gave her an angry look and said with one lip, "I'm going to kill you." "It's Jungkook." - Sora finally said, and everything broke inside you. All the girls gasped.
"Jungkook?" - Hewon shouted out. "She hates him just as much as he hates her."
"I don't want him." - You said harshly. All the girls stared at you. "I barely live on the same planet as him, and you're saying this." - For some reason you were trying to justify yourself. And when you realized it, you decided it was better to leave. "Don't say stupid anymore like that. I'm going home." - You said more calmly. You stopped at the threshold and turned to Sora. "Sora, you are in trouble." - You smiled sweetly and hurried away.
You were so angry. You couldn't stand Jungkook, how could you want him? He was so horrible. You walk away with quick steps, clutching your bag. Your chest burns with anger mixed with shame. How could she do that? How could she say that out loud?
You raced down the path from the gym, clutching the straps of your bag so tightly that your knuckles turned white. Your heart was pounding and your cheeks were burning. Jungkook? Was it him? Why the hell would Sora say something like that in front of everyone?
You stopped, took a deep breath. You never want him. You can't stand him. He's been annoying you since the first day you met him. He's arrogant, self-confident, always sure of his own attractiveness.
And for some reason... You stopped abruptly when you saw him. Jungkook stood next to his motorcycle, wearing a black T-shirt that fit his muscular body and above it black bomber. He was twirling his helmet in his hands, and his eyes slid over you as if by accident.
Your face flushed even more. He raised an eyebrow.
"What?" - He said, smiling slightly. You took a step back in confusion.
"Nothing!" - You answered too sharply. His smile grew wider, almost impudent.
"You look..." - He tilted his head, studying you. "Tense."
"Go to hell, Jungkook." - You gritted your teeth and tried to walk away, but he quickly grabbed your wrist. You froze.
He took another step closer, leaning in so that you could smell his perfume. For some reason, your heart started pounding furiously.
"Wait." - He purred.
"Are you crazy? Let go of me. What do you want?" - You hissed, trying to pull your hand away, but he only squeezed your wrist tighter. His eyes darkened and a strange pleasure appeared in his voice.
"By any chance, were you thinking about me right now?" - His voice was as mocking as ever.
"You…!" - You choked with anger.
"Because you blushed." - He added hoarsely. Something tightened in your chest. You going to kill Sora.
"If you don't let go now, you'll lost your golden bells." - You threaten, and your face expresses absolute anger. He laughs, but lets go. Because you usually keep your words. You give him a scorching look and walk home.
You get almost home, and when you want to call your oppa, you are horrified to realize that there is no phone. You dig through your pockets and search your bag, but it's not there. Damn it, you must have left it in the locker room.
You swear about everything, cursing this day, and go back to school. It takes you at least 30 minutes to get to the locker room. Almost no one is in the school anymore. You look for your phone, but it's nowhere to be found. You swear again and try to figure out where you could have left it. You desperately searched for your phone in the locker room, under the benches, in your things. But it was nowhere to be found. Fuck!
You exhaled loudly and ran a hand through your hair. Someone must have found it by now and taken it away.
"Looks like that girl has sown something again." - You flinched at the familiar voice. You turned sharply to find Jungkook standing at the door, arms crossed over his chest.
"What do you want?" - You asked abruptly. He shrugged his shoulders.
"I saw you running like a madman. I figured you were in trouble again." - He said bored. But his gaze was absolutely focused on you.
"I'm not in trouble!" - You were indignant.
"Yeah, you're just running around grumbling to yourself." - Jungkook said with a slight smile. You rolled your eyes.
"I just left my phone here." - You said, irritated. Jungkook shrugged again, but suddenly started walking around the locker room, looking under the benches. You raised your eyebrows and watched him. "What are you doing?" - You asked.
"Helping you find it." - He said looking at the windowsill.
"I didn't ask you to. Get out." - You say harshly, turning away from him. Although for some reason you don't want him to leave. And you want to hit yourself for feeling this way.
"Come on." - He said, coming closer. You glanced over your shoulder. He put his hands in his pockets and tilted his head. "What's wrong with helping my best friend's sister."
You turned away and grimaced, but inside you still felt a little relieved.
A few minutes later, you walked out of the locker room, and you looked around again, trying to remember where else you might have left your phone.
"Maybe in the gym?" - Jungkook suggested.
"Maybe..." - You mumbled, holding a little further away from him. He silently turned around and headed that way. "Hey! I told you, I don't need your help!" - You said, trying to get rid of him.
"Then just don't follow me!" - He threw over his shoulder without even stopping. You gritted your teeth and followed him anyway.
The gym was empty. You walked around it, looked in all the corners, and suddenly Jungkook stopped at a small room with sports equipment.
"Have you looked here yet?" - He asks, peering in. He walks over and opens the door wider. "I saw you go in here in class to get a ball." - Jungkook remembers.
"I wouldn't leave it here." - You argue, coming up behind him. He turns his head toward you.
"I think we should check here too." - He said and went inside. You looked at him skeptically and followed him inside.
The storage room was small, filled with balls, mats, and other equipment. You cautiously walked around the small room. It was lit by a single small window, through which the rays of the setting sun were breaking through. While you were looking at the stand with the volleyballs, you suddenly heard something. A click. The door closed. And immediately there was a sound that made you freeze. A lock.
"No, no, no..." - You turned around jerkily and pulled the doorknob. But in vain. You heard footsteps outside.
"Yeah... I think this is the last one." - You heard a muffled voice. "Finally, all the rooms are closed."
You pressed yourself against the door.
"HEY! SOMEONE HELP US! SOMEONE IS HERE!" - You pounded on the door, but nothing seemed to happen. Jungkook laughed.
"Damn, that's funny." - He said leaning on the stand. You slowly turned your head to him.
"You think it's funny?" - You squeaked. He held up his hands. "We've been locked in here. And probably on purpose."
"Hey, calm down. It's an accident, who would lock us in here on purpose?" - He asked skeptically. You slammed the door with your palm.
"Damn it!!! You're to blame for this!" - You screamed.
"Me?" - Jungkook was genuinely surprised.
"You dragged me here!" - You countered. He laughed out loud.
"My baby, you chose to follow me." - Jungkook said defiantly through hysterical laughter.
"Don't call me that!" - You shouted. You were shaking with anger. You'd lost your phone somewhere, but worse than that, you were locked in a small room with a man you couldn't stand.
"What? 'My baby' this word makes you angry?" - He asked again and smiled again. You looked around frantically.
"We have to get out of here. Call someone, Hosoku or whoever, and get us out." - You said.
"Oh, of course we have to get out. Otherwise, you'll be stuck with me in a cramped room..." - He suddenly took a step closer. "...alone." - You clenched your fists. Reflexively stepping back to the door.
"Don't do this. Just pick up the fucking phone and call my brother." - You said.
"Don't do what?" - Jungkook stopped one step away. You took another step back. There must be a door somewhere. "I think you don’t want that I’m really calling to anyone." - He said, leaning closer. You froze. He smiled slightly, his gaze sliding over your face, then to your lips. "Even you don't mind?" - Your heart beat faster. But you had to control yourself. You clenched your teeth.
"If you don't shut up now..." - You threatened, losing what little self-control you had when Jungkook pinned his gaze on your lips and took another half step closer.
"What?" - He lowered his voice. You could hear the noise in your ears and the frantic pounding of your heart. Jungkook must have heard it too, because he suddenly smiled mysteriously.
"I'm going to kill you." - You tried to say in your usual tone. The one you used every time you spoke to Jungkook. But as he stood so close and looked at your lips, you heard your voice break.
"Really?" - He asked. You suddenly realized the gravity of the situation and seemed to see yourself from the outside. You were like an antelope being caught by a lion.
You were ready to kick him, but he suddenly grabbed your wrist and sharply pushed you against the front door. Your heart was pounding even faster. His face was close. Too close.
"If you hate me so much..." - His voice was hoarse. "Why are you embarrassed next to me?" - You wanted to protest. You don't get embarrassed next to him. He always annoys you, and all you do is get angry and yell at him. Jungkook leaned in even closer, his lips near your ear. "If I kiss you now, will you push me away?" - He whispered. You felt his breath on your skin and knew he was playing with you. But what was even worse was that, against your will, you began to like this game.
You leaned back against the front door, your pulse pounding in your temples, and Jungkook's breath barely touching your skin.
"I'll push you away." - You gritted out, trying to raise your hands to push him away, but he grabbed them and pinned them behind your back, intertwining your fingers. You tried to get free, but he held you tighter. His closeness and the smell of his perfume made your legs go limp. He smiled.
"Oh, you do?" - He asked boldly. Your nails dug painfully into his palms.
"Don't play with me, Jungkook." - You threaten, looking into his eyes filled with mischief. "I'm going to tell Hoseok that you were hitting on me." - Jungkook giggled softly.
"You won't." - He said confidently. "Because you like what I do." - His lips were almost touching your ear. You flinched, but tried to pull away from him anyway.
"I don't like it. You're too confident." - You said firmly. He pressed even closer, and then... backed away. You were breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath. Jungkook had stirred up something in you that you weren't supposed to feel before.
"Do you want me to stop to make fun of you?" - He suddenly asked. You raised your eyebrows and shifted on your feet.
"What?" - You asked quietly. Jungkook smiled predatory.
"I suggest we end this here. Once and for all. Here's the deal. You do one thing I ask and I'll never make fun of you again." - He offered. It sounds tempting. The prospect of getting rid of Jungkook forever is too tempting.
"What are you suggesting?" - You ask sharply.
"Kiss me." - He says. You are frozen. But then you almost laughed.
"Are you silly? What kind of nonsense is that?" - You laugh. Jungkook takes a step forward and you don't take your eyes off him.
"Just kiss me and this will be over." - Jungkook says. You clench your jaw. Should you kiss him? Only if the world ends.
"I won't..." - You say indignantly. Jungkook is close again, and your pulse is pounding in your temples.
"Why, are you scared?" - He smiles even wider. "Do you think you'll like it?"
You grit your teeth. He dares you. He's just playing with you. He won't leave you alone even if you kiss him now. The thought of kissing him is driving you crazy. If you do it now, he'll laugh forever.
But...
Why did your hand suddenly almost jerk forward? Why did his gaze seem to evoke something hot and uncontrollable inside you? You took a deep breath. Could he be serious now? You don't know if you can trust him one hundred percent, but for some reason you think he's serious.
"Okay." - You finally agree. Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
"What?" - His voice is pure surprise. You took a step toward him, grabbed him by the collar of his bomber jacket, and go on your tiptoes, slowly reaching for his lips... You could almost feel his warmth when he pulled away at the last moment.
You froze. You opened your eyes and saw his sly smile.
"You..." - You said quietly, boiling with rage. He laughed, brazenly, smugly, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. How humiliating.
"So you really want to kiss me? You said you didn't like it. You didn't really think I'd let you do it that easily, did you?" - The blood rushed to your head.
"You... asshole." - You punched him in the chest, but he just laughed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, you were so determined to kiss me. Did you really? You hate me so much and you wanted to kiss me?" - He asks through his laughter. You got even more angry and started to hit him, but he quickly caught your arms and turned you around, pinning you against the wall again. He pinned you from behind and you felt his crotch pressing against your ass. You were breathing fast.
"That's enough, baby. I don't want to fight you." - He mumbled in your ear. His fingers tightened around your wrists, which he had pinned against the wall. "I thought you were so cold..." - His voice dropped to a whisper. "But you're heating up faster than I thought."
"Let go of me." - You hissed, wriggling away. But he didn't listen.
Instead, he turned you around and before you could realize it, he was kissing you. Hotly, greedily, so that your breath hitched and your thoughts were mixed. He pressed against you harder, and you... You didn't push him away.
On the contrary, your fingers tightened involuntarily on his bomber jacket. You hated him. But... You wanted it.
When he pulled away from you, his lips were still barely touching yours, and his voice sounded bold and deep at the same time.
"Should we stop?" - He asked. You were breathing heavily, your mind screaming no, but your body was reaching forward treacherously. His gaze burned you. Deep, dark, filled with something that made your body stiffen and your heart pound furiously in your chest.
Jungkook's lips barely touched your cheek, then slowly slid down to your jawline. His breath is hot and tickles your skin, making you shiver.
"I knew it." - He whispers. "You're not pushing me away."
"I..." - You stutter, not sure what to say. His hands, warm and strong, slid down your body. He slipped his hand under your sweatpants and squeezed your buttocks as if he didn't want to let go, as if he wanted to leave a mark on you-not just on your skin, but deeper, somewhere you'd never let him touch.
"Mmm?" - His lips touched your ear. "What are you going to say now?" - You wanted to say that this was a mistake. That you didn't want this. But your breath gave you away. Deep, shuddering, with an echo of desire. Jungkook smiled slightly, his other hand slowly moving up along your waist, tugging at the fabric of your T-shirt. "Do you want me to stop?"
His lips descended to your neck, a light bite, a burnt touch of his tongue that sent an electric shock through your body.
"Tell me..." - He demanded, grabbing your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. You couldn't say no. Because your fingers had already slid over his chest, you could feel the muscles rippling under the fabric, and your body was treacherously searching for him.
"Jungkook..." - His name sounded almost pleading on your lips.
And before you knew it, his lips were on yours again, even hotter, even more greedy. This kiss was no longer a game. It was real. And you already knew you had given in.
His hand that had been squeezing your buttocks slid down your thighs and came to your front. Without taking his lips from yours, he parted your folds and touched your clit with his fingers. You unconsciously moaned into his mouth. He smiled into your lips.
He massaged your clitoris so gently and so wonderfully that you thought that if he hadn't been holding you down, you would have fallen over. The circular movements on your sensitive center were driving you crazy.
Jungkook plunged his fingers into your passage and finally pulled away from your lips. You were both breathing heavily, very close together. You felt his hard cock resting against your thigh.
"You're so wet for me, baby." - He whispers breathlessly. You can't speak, because the friction from his fingers prevents you from doing so. "Do you want more? I can fuck you right now." - Jungkook offers. You raise your eyebrows, moaning softly. Jungkook pulls up your t-shirt to reveal your breasts.
You're not wearing a bra. You didn't put it on after gym class because you were sweating and didn't want to wear a dirty bra. You didn't plan to go back to school, but you forgot your phone.
"I've always wondered what those nipples taste like." - Jungkook hummed and leaned over to one of them. His lips captured your sensitive flesh and sucked. You felt him smile. You held his shoulders and tried not to go crazy with his skillful fingers inside you.
"Jungkook..." - You called out to him. He didn't answer. He just moved to your other nipple and played with it with his tongue. "Please..." - You breathed out. The Jungkook left your nipple and you felt the cold air contrasting with the licked nipple.
"What is it baby?" - He asked into your lips then. But suddenly he pulls his hand out and puts his fingers into his mouth. You breathe heavily and watch him suck his fingers soaked in your cum. "You really want me to fuck you?" - Jungkook wants to make sure. You bite your lip, unable to say it out loud. But yes. You do want him to fuck you.
Jungkook glanced between your bodies. His hard cock was already resting against your pussy. He made a few thrusts and you squeezed his clothes harder.
"Go ahead and say it, or I won't continue." - He says tensely. A hush escapes your lips.
"You're lying." - Suddenly, your voice cuts through. "You won't be able to stop now." - Jungkook laughs. You're so damn right. He's either going to fuck you or…he's going to fuck you.
"You're such a smart girl. But you have to let me." - He warns you gently. But you don't answer right away. You think again that this could be a joke. What if will you let him now and he walks away again? And then what? Or you'll let him fuck you now and he'll tell someone that you begged him.
"Do you want me?" - You asked, instead of letting him. Jungkook pulled away and looked into your eyes. He saw how much you wanted him. He wanted you too, your question was so stupid.
"Isn't it obvious?" - He asked with an arched eyebrow. You ran your fingers down his neck, took out his hair and dipped it in your hands, stroking it.
"Just say it. Do you want to fuck me right now?" - You asked, smiling seductively. Jungkook smiled back reflexively. His eyes grew darker.
"Fuck it!" - He cursed. "Yeah. I want to fuck you so hard you can't sit up." - He said with anticipation in his voice. He put his hands on your hips and squeezed them. You smile satisfied, now you can let him.
"Then do it Jeon." - You say and his lips crash against yours. His tongue enters your mouth and finds yours. You get even wetter from his kisses. You want more and he just promised you.
Jungkook breaks your kiss and in one swift movement leaves you without your sweatpants and panties. He falls to his knees in front of your pussy and his eyes are filled with lust. You breathe raggedly looking down at him. You could never have imagined such a picture in your head. Jungkook smiles at you from the corner of his lips and presses his lips to your pussy.
You grab his shoulders and squeeze them. A moan escapes your lips as his tongue traces long streaks across your folds. Your legs tremble as he sucks on the tip of your clit, and you are just in bliss. You press your head against the door and your moans fill this cramped room.
Jungkook sucks hard on your clit. At one point he plunges his fingers back into your passage to stretch you. You are almost going crazy. It's the first time you've ever been eaten, and it feels so fucking good. Jungkook's skillful tongue takes you to heaven. It doesn't take long for you to come right on his tongue. He feels you twitching and spends some more time his tongue on your clit enjoying every drop of you.
You stop twitching and he finally pulls his lips away from your pussy. You look down at him, breathing heavily. You see his chin shining with your juices.
Jungkook stands up, wiping his chin with his hand. He takes your neck with his hand, pulling you closer.
"As expected, you are as sweet as honey. I should have tasted you sooner. But you hated me." - He says and then kisses you. He puts his tongue in your mouth so you can taste yourself. And it turns you on.
Not one of your boyfriends you've dated has ever eaten you because they thought it was not normal. Even though blow jobs are commonplace for them.
But Jungkook, did it in the first. You've heard about it from your friends and have been dying to try it. You want to laugh at the thought that the first person to eat you was Jungkook and he did it so damn well.
"If I had known that your tongue could do more than just talk nonsense, I would have been more sympathetic to you." - You said with a seductive smile as Jungkook broke your kiss so you could breathe in. He laughed, sincerely and infectiously. You laughed along with him. "So what? Do I have to do to make you feel good?" - You ask and reach for his pants. Jungkook is also wearing sweatpants, so your hand sinks inside without any obstacles, successfully passing through his boxers.
Jungkook pulls away slightly and lowers the looking between your bodies. He only sees your hand disappear somewhere in his pants, but when you feel his length and your fingers pump up the it, he barely holds back a moan. You arched your eyebrows and pretended to look like "not bad."
"You're bigger than I might imagined." - Jungkook looks up at you and smiles cockily. "I thought that if you had such a long tongue, your dick was tiny." - You mock. You couldn't let this opportunity go to waste. Jungkook didn't appreciate your joke. He grabbed your face gently with one hand and he another hand leaned against the wall to steady himself.
"You're going to regret thinking that. Because my cock will make you scream." - He said powerfully against your lips, but you weren't afraid, you smiled playfully,. Before you can say anything in your defense, Jungkook kisses you again. Insistently, authoritatively, and deeply, as if he trying to prove something to you. You pull down his pants and boxers below his buttocks to have a better opportunity to jerk him off.
Jungkook moans into your mouth as you speed up your movements. He's getting hard in your hands and you can feel it well.
Jungkook pulls away from your swollen lips with all his might and stops you.
"That's enough, you better give me your pussy so that you realize how wrong you were." - You smile at his words and let him. He turns your back to him. You hear him moving behind you, obviously pulling his pants down. You press your hands against the door and wait for that moment.
Jungkook takes his cock in his hands and pumps you on buttocks several times. He slams it into your buttocks and you breathe heavily. He touches your folds with his fingers, runs them over your pussy to smear your moisture.
You finally feel the head of his cock touch your entrance. You hold your breath. Jungkook leans down to your ear and whispers one last time.
"Please be quiet, so the whole school doesn't hear you screaming from my cock." - He grabs your head and turns you around to kiss you. Your mind is foggy with lust, excitement, and his words.
Finally, you feel pressure on your passage. Jungkook holds your hips. Slowly but surely, he plunges into you. You feel pain when only his head is inside. You scream out, which makes him smile.
"So you're already regretting thinking that?" - You hear his voice somewhere behind you. You say something unintelligible and then scream again as he presses harder. His cock is really big. The biggest you've ever had inside you. Jungkook hisses. "Fuck you're tight, so tight, baby." - You want to smile but you can't, it hurts. Jungkook finally takes over completely. You both freeze to get used to the sensations. Your hot breath leaves marks on the door.
"That feels so fucking good." - You say quietly, so Jungkook doesn't hear that his cock makes you feel so good.
"Are you okay baby?" - He asks leaning down to your cheek. You smile because you're glad he didn't hear what you said a moment ago.
"Yeah. Everything is fine." - You say honestly.
"Then get ready. Because I'm going to fuck you hard." - He warns. Jungkook straightens up and moves his hips. You bite your lip to keep from screaming. The first movements are painful. The next ones are pain mixed with pleasure. And when Jungkook sets a good pace, you feel absolute bliss. You can't stop moaning. He moves his hips so well creating exactly the friction you like.
But Jungkook doesn't stay gentle for long, at some point his thrusts become sharper, deeper. His fingers touch your thighs with a certain force. The cock presses into you as much as possible and you feel he shudders in your middle.
The sensations are simply incomparable. He is so good at this. Jungkook fucks you perfectly. Like no other. It's just nonsense. The best fuck you've ever had is not with someone you love, it’s with Jungkook, who you hate, and not on white sheets, but in a school in the small room with sports equipment. It's crazy.
"That feels so fucking good. Baby, you're just perfect for me." - Jungkook compliments you. He finds your clit with his hands and you can't stand the stimulation.
"Koo... please..." - You say between exhaling moans.
"What did you call me?" - Jungkook asks as he continues to fuck you. You feel a sweet bliss brewing in your lower abdomen.
"Koo..." - You moan his shortened name.
"Damn... You can call me that whenever you want to fuck." - He offers. You raise your eyebrows and open your mouth. Does he think this is not your only time? Right now, you're almost on the verge of cumming around him. And you think that you wanted it to be more than once, too. You want this amazing sex was constantly. But what will happen when you come out from this room, and you finally realize what you've done.
But the knot in your stomach unravels and you come, clutching Jungkook's cock. He's cursing behind you, and you can feel you squeezing him. He slaps his hips mercilessly, his balls slamming against your ass, and the sinful slaps drive you crazy. Jungkook pulls out abruptly and he comes. His cum spills all over the floor and his hands.
You turn around and see him cumming. He looks over at you when he stops spewing his cum.
You are both breathing heavily. Jungkook pulls on his boxers and pants, which he has slightly polluted. You put on your thong and pants and are afraid to look up at him. Jungkook looks at you and a confident smile spreads across his face. You pretend to fix your clothes.
"You have wipes? We're did a little a mess here." - He says and you hear a smile in his voice. You reach for the bag, but your hands are shaking. The warmth of his touch is still pulsating on your skin, and your breathing seems heavier than it should be.
Jungkook seems to sense your state, so he takes his time. He watches you take out the napkins, how you avoid his gaze, and smiles smugly.
"Are you always this quiet afterwards?" - His voice drops to an almost purring tone.
You start to get angry again, but instead of answering, you just toss him the package of napkins. He catches it with one hand and runs the other through his hair, causing the dark strands to become even more disheveled.
"Are you always this obnoxious afterwards?" - You snap back, finally looking up at him. He wipes his hands and the remaining cum on the floor. He stands up. Jungkook tilts his head to the side as if he's considering your question.
"I don't know." - He slowly moves closer, making you take a step back. "But I know I want to do it again." - Your heart jumps into your throat.
"There's not going to be another time." - You say sharply, straighten your clothes, and pretend nothing happened. Even though you want there to be another time. Jungkook laughs again. Deep, low, and this sound makes you even more confused.
"Why not? You liked it." - He states. You clench your jaws and look at him with a challenge.
"Don't you have anyone else to have fun with?" - You ask. He takes another step, and now there are barely a few centimeters between you. His eyes are dark, attentive, and something dangerous is burning in them.
"No. It's just you now." - He says. Your breath catches in your throat. He kisses you and you don't resist. What could that mean? Is this an invitation to fuck without obligation? But he's so annoying when he doesn't fuck you, how do you deal with it? He pulls away from your lips.
"Just don't tell anyone. This will be our secret. You don't want your brother to kill me, do you?" - Jungkook asks, he strokes your cheekbones. You laugh slyly.
"Half an hour ago, I was dreaming about it." - You admit honestly.
Jungkook smiles, and you see something triumphant in his eyes. You hate it - how he always wins your verbal battles, how he always knows which buttons to push to get you off balance.
But you hate it even more the way your heart jumps out of your chest at his proximity.
"So now you don't dream of my death anymore?" - He touches a strand of your hair as if it were something familiar, as if he had a right to do so. You cross your arms over your chest, trying to maintain control. His fingers slowly slide from your hair to your chin, and he lifts it slightly, forcing you to look directly into his eyes. "Don't worry, baby. I'll have time to make you dream of other things." - He says this with such confidence that your skin crawls with goosebumps. You pretend not to feel it.
"We'll see." - You snap back. Jungkook lets you go. He takes a step back and then pulls your phone out of his pocket.
"I forgot to tell you that I found your phone earlier." - He smiles, and you are frozen with shock. So he set this up? You blink, not fully believing his words.
"You... you found it earlier?" - Your voice trembles a little with anger.
"Yeah." - Jungkook throws the phone to you, and you automatically catch it. "I wanted to see what you'd do when you went back to look for him."
You squeeze the phone in your hand, feeling indignation boiling inside.
"You asshole!" - You punch him in the shoulder, but he doesn't even move, just smiles smugly.
"Maybe a little. But we've had fun, right?" - He takes his phone out of his pocket now. "Let's get out of here."
ok head me out…jungkook…who happens to be your brothers best friend…are you catching what im saying???
well why the fuck not? off limits
he’s a 10 but…he’s your brother’s best friend & completely off limits.
word count: 3.118
warning: smut, little plot fr fr, age difference (like 3 years), fingering, unprotected sex, alcohol intake, oral sex (f/m) creampies, dirty talking,
“Did you know?” you asked Jungkook, head pressed against the cold window. Your eyes watch as the world passes by in a blur with the speed in which he’s driving. Your mind is a mess, the alcohol flowing through your body.
“Know what?” Jungkook asks.
Jungkook was the person you called to pick you up from your night out with your friends. It was nice of him to deal with all of you - the random crying in the backseat from one friend, to the angry screaming another did over the phone with her boyfriend. It was silent now, however, as he was on his way to driving you home. There’s soft music playing through the speakers that’s at the perfect volume for you and him to talk.
You don’t answer his question - not yet, at least. “Remember…my freshman year of highschool,” you start, lifting your head from the window to turn to look at him. “when I kissed you?”
Jungkook feels your eyes on him as he drives. His hand grips the steering wheel, his right hand lightly tapping his fingers against his thighs.
Jay, your brother and his best friend, would have not picked you and your friends up without giving you an earful along the way. Especially once he saw the way you were dressed - short skirt, tight shirt and laced stockings. It was one of the main reasons why you called Jungkook, after all.
“Yes.” Jungkook murmurs. “You weren’t even supposed to be at that party.”
True, you think. But neither was Jay. Your parents were out of town that weekend and that meant Jay was going to do what he wanted. You threatened to expose him if you didn’t go along with him - typical younger sister actions. After giving you a long list of things not to do, he allowed you to come.
Of course, he had told all of his friends about you being there and to keep an eye out. Your beer was stolen from your hands by Jimin who replaced it with soda. Taehyung had plucked the joint that was handed to you by a senior right out of your fingers and insisted you do something else. That something else was joining a game of seven minutes in heaven where, surely, no one would be there.
Except, Jungkook was. And the moment he saw that you were going to be in the closet with someone older than all of them, he had stepped forward and gone inside with you instead. He fully intended on not doing anything with you, of course.
“The look on your face was funny.” you snort, thinking about that memory. You haven’t talked about it with him ever - neither did you even tell Jay. Your brother made it clear from day one - back in elementary school when he met his closest friends - that you were to never be associated with them outside of a platonic relationship.
They were off limits; and so were you.
“I wasn’t expecting you to do that.” Jungkook responds, snorting. You’ve done it so fast and it lasted less than five seconds. There was only a minute left in the game and you had placed a hand onto his chest and murmured a quiet “our little secret” before leaving. “You were like a little sister to me back then.”
Your smile immediately falls, your eyes shifting back to the road. The mood changes immediately and Jungkook notices it.
Your question you asked him before was did he know. Did he know that you liked him back then? You were only a freshman while your brother and him were juniors. You didn’t blame him for seeing you as a little sister as you all grew up around one another. He witnessed you and your brother fight and argue countless times, eyes bouncing between you and him with large doe-like eyes.
“How about now?” you ask as Jungkook stops at a red light. The roads are clear from any cars in sight. “Do you still think of me as a sister now?”
Jungkook allows himself to look at you fully now. He stares at you for a few moments, gathering your question into his mind. He doesn’t respond, unsure how to.
It was easier to see you as a little sister back then - all of the friend group had. Taehyung would always tease you like Jay had while Jimin was more of the caring type.
Now, however, it was different. He noticed the shift as you began to grow older. Your senior year to be exact. Your figure changed, your voice grew a bit deeper and older. You were growing a bit mature for a senior girl. He told himself it was because you were a pretty girl so naturally, he would notice these changes.
But even after highschool, his eyes continued to wander to you and linger longer than they should. You moved in with Jay into his apartment to be closer to college and he would see you whenever he frequented there. Your shorts fit you perfectly, as did your shirts. You showed more skin (than Jay ever wanted you to) and when you spoke to him, it was always in a tone that Jungkook swore wasn’t entirely platonic.
“Kook?”
Jungkook blinks, turning his eyes away to look at the light that’s still red. He contemplates just running it as it’s nearly 3 a.m and not a single car around them. His cheeks are dusted a bit red when he realizes he’s been staring at you the entire time.
“No.” Jungkook says. “I don’t.” he answers truthfully.
“Kook?” you hum once more, this time a hand reaches out for him. It touches his arm and causes a jolt of electricity to shoot throughout his body.
“Yeah?” Jungkook swallows, adam’s apple bobbing. This damn light wasn’t turning fast enough. He turns his attention towards you. He notices from this angel, the red lights are illuminating your face. Your lips are coated in gloss and it shines.
“Can I stay at your place tonight?”
Another swallow, followed by a squeeze of the steering wheel.
“I lied about where I was going to Jay tonight. And…if I go home. He’ll see me dressed like this.” you explain further. It causes Jungkook to glance down at your attire again, immediately regretting it and then meeting your eyes. “He’ll call me a whore again.”
Jungkook wants to say no - that you should go home. Jay should be asleep by now; he had work in the morning right?
Jungkook doesn’t see the issue of you being at his apartment. You’ve gone there before…with Jay. Without Jay, what would be the reason for you to be there? What if Jay found out and thought-
“You’re thinking too much into this, Kook.” your lips form into a smile and your head tilts. Your hand squeezes his biceps a bit. “Besides, what could go wrong? It’s just me.”
Everything could go wrong - and it did.
You’re unsure how long it took when you and him got into his apartment, but your lips were on his before either of you could think.
Jungkook’s mind screams at him to stop this. Not only were you not sober, but you were off limits. You were someone he respects greatly and shouldn’t take advantage of.
But your hands roam his chest, then go lower to his stomach. You grab hold of his hands and place them onto your hips - all the while continuing to deepen the kiss.
Jungkook gives in, pushing you closer. You smell of fruity alcohol and strawberries - your lips taste of peach; soft and sticky from the gloss. He’s hooked, the flooded feelings he suppressed coming out at such a terrible time.
“I want you.” you mumble against his lips, arms wrapped so tightly around his neck. Afraid to let him go in the guise that this could possibly be a (wet) dream; one you didn’t want to wake from just yet.
Jungkook knows you do, but he’s hesitant. Kissing you is bad and it goes against his friendship. But fucking you was something so heinous. If Jay found it, it would ruin nearly two decades of friendship.
“Please,” you repeat, one arm unhooking from his neck to take hold of one of his hand that’s gripping your ass. You dip it between your legs and through the skirt so he can feel just how much you wanted him. “please.” you repeat.
Jungkook groans - how much could one man handle? You’re soaking through your panties and the stockings you’re wearing. His fingers are directly against your clit and on instant, they rub circles on the wet, sensitive bud.
“Jay’s going to kill me if he finds out.” Jungkook groans, capturing your lips into his as his fingers dips between your wet folds. He makes no move to stop or push you away, however.
“It’ll be our little secret.” you say, repeating those very words he heard years ago. A secret he was going to take to the grave with him, no matter how small and insignificant it may have been back then.
Jungkook dips his fingers into your hole. It’s tight and squeezes around him. Instantly, he begins to pump, needing to feel just how wet you were for him.
You don’t hide your moans in the slightest. You wanted Jungkook to know how much you wanted this; wanted him. You waited years to be in this position - to have Jungkook all to yourself, even if it meant that you had to do it behind everyone’s back.
“Just for tonight.” Jungkook says, his warm breath tickling your cheek. “Tonight I’ll give you what you want.”
“The whole night?” your hand is still holding his wrist as he pumps his fingers deeply inside of you. Your arousal is coating his palm, a groan escaping your lips.
“Fuck,” Jungkook grunts, eyes already clouded with lust. “you’re going to be insatiable.”
Jungkook removes his fingers from you, a whimper escaping your lips at the loss of them. He juts his head down the hall to the bedroom. He tugs you along, slamming the door open and leading you inside.
You don’t take your time in removing your clothes and the stocking, having them pool around you.
Jungkook doesn’t waste time pushing you onto his bed and pulling your legs apart. Your pussy is glistening underneath his LED lights and he groans at the beautiful sight. His head dives down, tongue swirling onto your clit. He’s groaning and grunting, his cock throbbing with just the act of eating you out.
It felt so wrong doing this, Jungkook thinks. The same young girl who was once so innocent and sweet was now you. The girl who was an adult who knew what she wanted. Who was laying naked on his bed and whimpering as he suckled onto your clit.
Your hand places itself onto his head, gripping his hair. Your hips grind against his tongue and he lays it flat so you could continue. The amount of times you thought of Jungkook in less than holy ways couldn’t be counted on both hands, but getting to live it out was a dream.
“Fuck, Kook.” you moan.
Jungkook wasn’t going to stop until you came - which wasn’t far. He has your legs on his shoulders and his hands on your thighs to assure you cannot squirm away from him. His tongue laps your clit greedily, messy black hair jumping with the way his head bobs back and forth.
Jungkook’s cock is painfully hair as you moan for him. His eyes flicker up to your face - scrunched in pleasure with your eyes fluttering open just in time to meet him. He doesn’t look away, a satisfaction flowing through him when your eyes widen slightly and you groan. His tongue continues to ravish onto your cunt greedily until you’re shaking with pleasure.
You begged for him to fuck you right there. To take you as rough as he wanted - to not hold back. You were on birth control, you said. You wanted to feel him - all of him if this was going to be the one and only time.
Jungkook was but a man. He was already a fucked up person and friend. He sinks his cock into you and pounds you so disrespectfully - as if you weren’t his friend's baby sister. As if you weren’t someone he cared about deeply.
You begged for more, each thrust causing your stomach to churn. Your breast bounces erratically and your pussy’s already squeezing out another orgasm, but you don’t want this to end; neither does Jungkook.
Jungkook turns you around and fucks into you even deeper, your face pressed into his cotton sheets. Your ass was amazing from this view - it was going to be engraved into his mind.
“Your pussy feels so good.” Jungkook whines, fully positive that he sounds like a school boy experiencing sex for the first time.
It doesn’t help that you’re far too willing for him to fuck you that you do whatever . You spread your legs even further to allow him more access, nails digging into his sheets. He pounds into you with no mercy, your pussy squeezing him.
Jungkook hovers about your arched back, right hand dipping between your thighs to capture your already throbbing clit in his. He rubs it as he pounds into you, his lips close to your ear. “Are you really on birth control or was that a lie?”
“I-I am!” you say through moans. “A-Are you going to cum in me?”
Jungkook grunts - you weren’t going to make it easy for him, were you? The thought of cumming in you was exciting as he never did it with anyone without a condom.
What’s the worst that can happen? You and he were already doing the unforgivable.
“You want me to cum in your pussy?” Jungkook’s voice sounds like sex, deep and sensual.
You cum right there, overstimulation flowing through you but you nod your head erratically. You wanted any and every part of Jungkook that he was willing to give you.
And Jungkook had.He came right in you - again and again.
The fucking didn’t stop until he’s came in you at least four times. One time on your back so he could see your face as you cum around his cock. Once while you ride him, his hands cradling your hips possessively, eyes darting from the way you rise and fall on his wet cock to your bouncing breast in his face. The next follows immediately after, this time Jungkook taking control while you kept your position right above him.
Somehow, even then you weren’t done. You allowed yourself an hour before you asked if he could cum in your mouth. The request was outlandish but, Jungkook complied. You laid on your back and opened your mouth for him to, in your words, use you.
Jungkook should feel disgusted of himself for already using you as if you were nothing but a whore, but it was far too tempting. He pumps his cock into your mouth, watching the way you take him effortlessly and he ponders just how long you wanted this.
Him fucking your mouth turns to him fucking your breast - another request you had. His hands squeeze your breast together as his thumbs twirl against your hardened nipples.
“I didn’t know you were such a slut, Y/N.” Jungkook grunts.
“Only for you.” was your response that has him cumming again, cum shooting out and coating your breast.
The amount of sex that you and he have leads the both of you exhausted, sprawled out on his ruined sheets and both breathing heavily and sweaty. Jungkook’s mind wanders to how he was going to be able to look at you or his friend in the face again without feeling like a complete asshole.
Neither of you have time to think when a loud ringing sound comes from down the hall. It’s your phone and judging by the time, you can guess who it was.
“It’ll go to voicemail.” you murmur to Jungkook. “He still thinks I’m at a friends.”
Jungkook's heart sinks but he nods.
“Wanna shower with me?” you ask, a hand placing onto his sweaty forehead. “We can both use it.”
Jungkook sniffs. “If that’s what you’d like. We can.” he says. “Y/N, I-”
You place a hand onto his lips to silence him. “I know, Kook.” you murmur. “You don’t need to let me down easily.”
Jungkook lifts himself to a seated position. “I wasn’t going to say anything like that.” he shakes his head. “I just…I want you to know that I do have love and respect for you.”
You blink as Jungkook continues.
“And I don’t want you to think that I view you as…a slut or…any less than before.” Jungkook’s cheeks are a crimson color now. “I-”
“Kookie,” you lift your body so that you can grab his hands into your own. The nickname was one he hadn’t heard since middle school and it immediately caught his attention. “I get it. Trust me.” you say, a smile forming onto your lips. “Did you know…” you began, repeating the question from earlier. “...that I liked you?”
Jungkook's mouth goes dry and slowly, he shakes his head. It should be surprising as Jungkook was oblivious to any and every girl that liked him.
However, Jungkook does recall one moment - an instant in which Jay had stated that you and him could never be together. It was a random comment that came entirely out of nowhere, but it happened right after you kissed him.
“Jay knew.” you murmur. “I didn’t tell him but…he knew.” you look away. “I thought maybe he told you. I’m glad he didn’t.”
Jay wouldn’t have - not even now.
Jungkook slowly inhales. A part of him feels even more like an asshole because this was a mistake. You had feelings for him that should’ve been obvious if he wasn’t such an idiot. Things are much more complicated now.
“Let’s shower.” you say, noticing the change in Jungkook’s demeanor. This was a one time thing that wouldn’t happen again and you’ll grow to be fine with that. “Then if you’re up for it, you can show me that movie you’ve been talking about.”
Jungkook nods slowly, allowing you to tug him off the bed and towards his bathroom. His mind wanders back to your confession and recalls just the amount of times he’s caught you looking his way and smiling shyly when he notices.
Off limits, he hears Jay’s voice say in his mind over and over again as you turn the water on to heat up. He was fucked.
part two
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ᯓ ➤ TEMPTRESS | JJK | ONESHOT
you were used to playing the role of the bratty, spoiled little sister to your brother's hot friends. but after spending a year studying abroad, you learned just how easy it could be to get men wrapped around your finger, and you were itching to try out your new tricks back at home. your target? your brother’s best friend and the guy you've had a massive crush on since seventh grade, jeon jungkook.
⤷ like this? read the continuation blurb titled reckless
genre: oneshot, jeon jungkook x reader, smut
content: college au, age gap if you squint (oc is 19 and jk is 22), friends to lovers, brother's best friend, car sex, unprotected sex, oral fem and male receiving, and reader is a little bit insane but in the best way i promise
word count: 8.8k
a/n: no tpm update this week bc i've been sick and soo busy, but i scrounged up this baby and i think it is quite the fun one but warning, it is barely proofread lol. hehehehehehe this might be the sexiest thing i've ever written. hope u enjoy! <333
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“Don’t trust people too easily, okay? Especially guys.” Jimin, your brother, was helping you load the car with your luggage. “We won’t be there to scare them off now.”
“He’s right, Y/N.” Jungkook nodded in agreement, arms crossed. “Men are vile creatures.”
“Please guys, I’m not a kid anymore.” You rolled your eyes, jogging your bag up your shoulder.
“You’ll always be a kid to us,” Jimin said. “You’re basically Jungkook’s little sister by extension, at this point.”
“Gross.” You shoved Jimin playfully, laughter spilling out of your mouth. “One nasty, overprotective brother is enough. I don’t need two.”
“Looks like you have no choice,” Jungkook taunted, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.
“Whatever. Let’s go.” You turned away with a huff. “And brother?” You asked, facing Jungkook. “Why don’t you go tell mom and dad that we’re ready to leave?”
“You grew up to be so sassy.”
“You see, I just took after my brother,” you replied, making air quotes. Jimin snorted.
“Touche,” Jungkook said, flicking your forehead. “Sure thing then, little miss.” And he was off.
Jimin and Jungkook had been best friends since you were in seventh grade, meaning that they’ve seen you through all of your worst phases. The phase where you thought tucking sweaters into high rise shorts was cool. The phase where you would follow every text with a capitalized “LOL,” even if there wasn’t anything to laugh out loud about (e.g. “Where are you going LOL,” or “Can I come LOL”).
There was one thing that wasn’t a phase for you, though, which was your big fat crush on Jeon Jungkook himself.
You couldn’t help it. He was always so effortlessly cool. Even though he was only three years older than you, it was easy to put him on a pedestal. You liked the way he absentmindedly fiddled with whatever was in his hands, be it his phone or a pencil. You liked the way he tilted his head snappily whenever he got competitive. You liked how he would fight for silly little things like the TV remote or the last carton of banana milk as if his life depended on it.
When he first started hanging out with Jimin, the most you would do was nod to each other politely. But as time passed and he started becoming a face you’d see everyday, you two also grew closer, eventually exchanging friendly conversations and tubs of ice cream on family movie nights.
The unfortunate matter, however, was the fact that he always treated you like a kid. He’d say things like, “Maybe I’ll tell you when you’re older,” or “You’ll see when the time comes,” always putting distance between you two.
It didn’t help that you were the youngest child in an extremely coddling family, and that you’ve always been babied. There was never a bag or a box that you carried yourself, no item that was placed too high out of your reach – although your family did run on the shorter side – and no educational opportunity that your parents would let you miss out on.
That included this one-year joint program between your university and a university in Italy, where you’d study abroad for one year before finishing the next three years at home. It was the only thing you ever had to beg your parents for, but of course, they eventually reluctantly relented as they always did.
That brought you to now.
The last thing you saw before turning around and heading towards the security check-in line was: your teary-eyed parents, Jimin, who was anxiously waving at you, and Jungkook, who had an unreadable expression on his face.
Truthfully, the idea of having to live all by yourself for one whole year and somehow stay alive terrified you. But you weren’t about to let it show in front of your parents, who were already near the brink of collapse just imagining you having to board an airplane by yourself.
So, you gave a bright smile and waved, before pivoting on your feet and trotting away, luggage in hand, ready to start a brand new chapter in life.
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You boarded on the plane to Italy with an oversized grey sweater, skinny jeans, and hair that was haphazardly air dried as you finished up the last of your packing.
You boarded on the plane from Italy with a full-on blowout, thanks to your heatless sock curls, wearing a hot pink tracksuit that was purposefully zipped just enough to reveal the tiniest sliver of cleavage.
The difference in how you left and how you came back was jarring.
You owed your transformation largely to your roommate, who had graciously lent you almost all of her hair and beauty supplies upon your first night out together. She basically transformed you overnight, turning you unrecognizable.
“Okay, we have to go shopping,” Mina had said. “You look way too good right now to not look like this everyday.”
Thus, you embarked on a journey of learning how to do your makeup for the first time, how to perfect heatless overnight curls, and how to dress in a way that accentuated your body’s best features. Thanks to not having your parents and your overprotective brother (plus his best friend) breathing down your neck every time you went out, you were confident enough to play around with riskier styles.
Eventually, you were also confident enough to start playing around with men.
With the encouragement of Mina and the ignorance of your family, you learned a lot about the art of seduction. But despite the various adventures you had with men (and the occasional woman), you never went all the way. The most you’d done was oral, but usually, your adventures would come to an end with making out in the back of a club.
Penetration was a big no-no for you, and most of the time, you could play it off by saying that you were scared, or that it was your first time. Luckily, the guys you were with liked that even more, saying that you could take it slow and try again next time – except you would ghost them before there could be a next time.
You treated it like a study. What got them hooked? What made them stay?
You easily learned how to get a man wrapped around your finger: act pretty, be needy, and use lots and lots of spit when giving head. Smile with a stupid look on your face. Tease with downward stolen glances. And laugh – a lot – even if nothing was funny.
Needless to say, you came back feeling and looking like a whole new person.
Jimin wasn’t too excited about it. His first words to you when he picked you up from the airport were:
“Are you really my little sister?”
You laughed, throwing your bag to the back of the car, grateful to see a familiar face.
“How about a ‘nice to see you’ or a ‘how are you?’” You buckled your seatbelt as he gave you a once over.
“You better put on a jacket or something before we get home. Mom and dad are gonna kill you if they know you’ve been dressing like this.” He started driving, letting his favorite pop playlist hum in the background. “I’ve been seeing your stories, Y/N. Looks like you had a lot of fun there.”
“Meh,” you sighed, rolling down the window. “I had fun, but I missed home a lot. I’m glad to be back.”
Jimin smiled at you fondly.
What he didn’t know, perhaps, was that there was a very specific reason why you were so excited to be back: Jungkook.
As someone who had been crushing on him for nearly seven years, you were quite attentive to his love life – or whatever of it you could figure out in between conversations that hushed down whenever you entered a room. Or sometimes, your brother would bring over a large group of friends and you’d pick out which girls Jungkook tended to gravitate towards.
To summarize your findings simply: he liked edgy girls.
He liked girls who were the perfect balance of daring and playful – someone that could step on him and still look as feminine and sweet as ever. He didn’t like girls who were too uptight, too serious or smart – although another of Jimin’s friends, Namjoon, did. He didn’t like girls who didn’t know what they wanted, like an indecisive deer.
In short, you used to think that there was no way he could ever come to like you as is.
You were always shielded by your overbearing parents and brother; most of the things you wanted to do or try were quickly put to an end if deemed even slightly scandalizing.
Daring and playful were out of your vocabulary.
For example, you couldn’t leave the house with shorts on if they were too far up your thighs. Crop tops? In your dreams. Spaghetti straps? Your parents would rather you get hit by a car. Sleepovers were a no-no and friends had to be carefully handpicked and screened through Jimin before they could even come over.
The occasional boys who were interested in you never had a chance. You had tried dating some guy back in the eighth grade, but that was promptly shut down by Jimin, who said you were way too young to even look at guys. Thus, the only guys you had ever hung around were Jimin’s friends.
But if you were being honest, you didn’t really mind that part.
What you minded, was your complete and utter inability to feel like an adult.
But now, there was no denying it. You’ve had your taste of freedom, finally, and you were a thousand times more confident now than ever before. Finally, your parents stopped trying to micromanage every part of your life (although they did give occasional scoffs at your attire, they were mainly just happy to have you back home).
You used to think that adulthood was about knowing how to do taxes and how to master the art of parallel parking, but from your time abroad, you found that adulting was less about figuring out the world around you, but rather, figuring out yourself.
You always wondered: what kind of music did you like? What style suited you? What were you good at? What were you bad at? What was so you? And conversely, what was so not? You didn’t have it all answered, but you learned quite a lot..
You liked hiphop more than jazz. You looked better in low-rise jeans than in high-rise jeans, but you looked good in any kind of skirt. You were horrible at public transportation but great at making friends with strangers. Purply-pink lip gloss was so you. Dipping fries in ice cream was so not (seriously, you wondered how the hell Mina enjoyed it).
Taxes were still a mystery to you. Parallel parking even more so (you almost died trying to park a golf cart at the edge of a hill in Spain). But you loved learning a little bit more about yourself everyday, and maybe that was what becoming an adult really meant.
And now, you finally felt ready to tell Jungkook how you felt.
You were sure that at the very least, getting it off your chest would lift a burden that you had been carrying since seventh grade. You could either get with your lifelong crush or finally move on and live life with the confidence you had only ever dreamed of before.
However, you weren’t just going to waltz up to Jungkook and tell him that you’ve been practically in love with him for nearly half of your life.
Of course, you had to go about it in a much more exciting way.
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The first time you saw Jungkook after you returned from Italy was at graduation.
Jimin and Jungkook were finally going to see the light of the real world as tax-paying citizens, but you could only see them as the same dorky boys who would get way too excited over video games in the middle of the night.
Your choice of clothing was strategic: a plain white dress that hugged your body — but wasn’t too short — with a pair of red kitten heels. It was pretty, but not tragically sexy.
When you saw Jungkook in the crowd, chatting with some friends, you made a beeline for him.
He turned to you instantaneously, as if sensing your presence, and expertly caught you in his arms as you gave him a big bear hug. He smelled of old spice cologne.
“Congratulations, idiot,” you said into his fluffy black hair as he lifted you slightly off the ground. “I never dreamed that this day would come.”
“Well hello to you too, little miss Italy,” he chuckled, putting you back down. “Thanks, Y/N.” His eyes scanned your face, then briefly looked downward. “Wow. You’re all grown up now.”
“I said the exact same thing.” Jimin appeared from behind, arms crossed. “So Jungkook gets a congratulatory hug but not me? Jeez, I can totally see who your real brother is.”
A laugh tumbled out of your belly. “C’mere you shortie!”
You all but tackled Jimin (nearly) to the ground, a fit of giggles and smiles, comfortably fulfilling the role you always had: a well-meaning, slightly bratty little sister. Your dress rode up a bit, exposing the more scandalous part of your upper thighs, but you paid no mind. Only Jungkook was looking at you two, anyway.
You let Jimin and Jungkook go congratulate and take pictures with the rest of their friends. You stayed back with your parents, taking candids from afar and engaging in friendly conversation with Jungkook’s parents who always adored you.
It was later, at home, where you would strike.
After what felt like hours of festivities, snapping polaroids and shaking hands and connecting with people on LinkedIn and whatnot, the boys finally returned home. Jimin mentioned earlier in the week that they would binge Marvel movies together to commemorate many years of friendship and completing a pivotal chapter in their lives.
It was nearly three in the morning; you were lazing around your room when you heard the familiar sound of Iron Man’s suit-up theme song, and you decided to make your move.
In the mirror, you gave yourself a once over. You were wearing tiny satin shorts that hung low on your waistline. To go with it, a white spaghetti strap tank top that was tight enough to show the curve of your breasts, but thick enough to keep your nipples a secret despite not wearing a bra.
As predicted, when you went to the living room, Jimin was fast asleep. Iron Man was his least favorite, while it was Jungkook’s number one superhero movie ever. Jimin laid on the couch, cuddled in the corner while hugging a random throw pillow.
Jungkook turned to you. “Sorry, did we wake you?” He was wearing a black t-shirt with those baggy grey sweatpants that you always drooled over.
“Not at all,” you replied, making your way over. “I wanted to watch this part of Iron Man, too. It’s my favorite.”
He was sitting on the couch, and you took a seat on the floor near him, making sure that if he looked down, he’d get a clear view of your shoulders and cleavage. You saw the remnants of a charcuterie board on the coffee table, and you lit up when you spotted some of your favorite cotton candy grapes.
“Can I have some?” You whipped around to him, eyes big and excited.
“Sure,” he chuckled, motioning to you to have whatever you wanted. You didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered on down to unknown territory for a brief moment, no doubt noticing your new sleep attire.
You watched the movie for a while.
“So, how does it feel to be an adult, now?”
“It doesn’t feel real.” He sighed. “You better enjoy your time in college. It goes by so fast.”
“There you go again.” You rolled your eyes, putting a grape into your mouth. “You’re treating me like a little kid. You’re not that much older than me, you know?”
“How could I not?” He retorted with a laugh. “I’ve known you since you still liked My Little Pony.”
You threw a grape at him. It smacked him in the face but he caught it and promptly chucked it in his mouth with a satisfied smirk.
“It’s a good show,” you said, quieting your voice to a hush to remind him that Jimin was still sleeping only a meter away.
He was silent for a moment. “But you really have grown up a lot. I feel like I’m looking at a different person than I did last year.”
You smiled. “True.”
“How was it, by the way? Your time abroad?”
You started going on a tangent, explaining all the fun events of the year. The trip to Spain where you almost crashed a golf cart. The time in the Netherlands where your umbrella broke in the heavy rain. The time you nearly failed one of your classes since you didn’t know that attendance was mandatory (you passed since you did great on the exam).
“Sounds like a lot of fun,” he commented. “You went on these trips mainly with your roommate, right?”
“Yeah.” You popped a final grape into your mouth. “Some other friends too. There was also Mateo, Cindy, and Max who joined us from time to time.”
You didn’t turn to see his reaction to the names. As far as he knew, you had never had guy friends before. In fact, he had even helped Jimin on the rare occasion to scare them away from you in high school. But you wanted him to feel far away from you. You wanted him to feel like you were someone completely new – worth learning more about.
“I kind of want ice cream,” you declared. “Want some? I think we have Ben & Jerry’s.”
“Sure.”
You stood up, pretending to be slow and cautious to not wake Jimin, when in reality you just wanted him to take a good long look at your ass.
You took out ice cream from the freezer and forgoed bowls, opting to just grab two spoons and eat straight from the pint. You returned to your position on the floor by the couch, turning around to face Jungkook and handing him the other spoon.
“Here you go,” you said quietly.
“Thanks,” he whispered.
From his point of view, you were sitting below him, looking up with your wide eyes as you licked your spoon clean of chocolate chip ice cream, the tub balancing treacherously on the pillow by him. A drop of ice cream dribbled down your chin, which you clumsily wiped with your thumb, before proceeding to suck it clean.
Iron Man was still playing in the background, but both you and Jungkook had watched it millions of times together already. You sure as hell weren’t paying attention to the movie, but pretended to.
When you turned to watch the screen again, you found ice cream in your hair. Feigning a huff of annoyance, you started putting your hair in a ponytail so it wouldn’t be in the way. You took your time, arching your back and making sure that Jungkook could get a good view of your body from above.
At some point, a strap of your tank top fell, exposing nearly your entire shoulder. You didn’t make any effort to pull it back up. Then, you resumed, alternating between watching the movie and turning to get a bite of ice cream. At some point, you were leaning against his leg, teetering closely to laying your head in his lap.
He didn’t move away, even when your bare shoulder was gently pressed against the soft fabric of his sweatpants.
Throughout all of this, you hadn’t said a single word to Jungkook. Nor did you glance at him to check his expression. Only when the movie ended did you speak to him.
“I’ll put the ice cream back and clean up,” he offered.
“Sure thing.” You stood up. “You crashing on the couch with Jimin?”
“Looks like it,” he said slowly. The darkness made it hard to read his expression. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Night night,” you said, making yourself seem sleepier than you were. “See you around, Jungkook.”
Then, you returned to your room, and had a long, restful sleep with dreams of waking up in his arms.
You had no idea what he could possibly be thinking or feeling, or if he even noticed that you were being a little more daring than usual.
But it was precisely the unknown that excited you.
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It was in the middle of the summer when you saw Jungkook again. Jimin brought him over to celebrate their first paycheck. Jimin was signed at a well-known dance agency, and Jungkook was due to start his job as an assistant producer for some film studio soon. On the other hand, you were preparing to finally start your university life in your home country.
You were clearing out some stuff, putting clothes and books you didn’t want in a bunch of boxes to make the move to your dorm later in the month easier.
They were in Jimin’s room when you knocked softly on the door.
Jimin opened it. Jungkook smiled when he saw you and you gave a polite nod in acknowledgement.
“Hey guys, can someone help me move some boxes to my car? I want to drop them off at the donation center.”
“How many do you have?” Jimin asked.
“Just a few,” you said. “But they’re really heavy.”
“Seems like a job for the muscle pig,” Jimin said, stepping away to gesture to Jungkook as if he were a grand reveal. “Kooks, you’re up.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes and grunted, but you knew he loved being called that. You giggled.
“One of these days, I’m taking you to the gym with me.” Jungkook motioned towards Jimin.
“Dancing is already a form of exercise!” He yelled, but you and Jungkook were already walking to your room.
There were only three boxes, but you purposely made them as heavy as possible so you had no choice but to ask for help. One was slightly lighter than the others, so you took that one. Even then, it was so heavy that you barely made it to your car without face planting.
Jungkook, on the other hand, was as nonchalant as ever. He lifted two boxes with ease, forearms flexing and highlighting veins that you were sure could lead to Rome if you took the time to trace them.
By the time you got to your car, you were panting and sweating. The walk from your room to the garage had never been so long.
He laughed in your face. “Maybe I should take you to the gym, instead.”
“Whatever,” you replied, turning away with a tired huff.
“I don’t even get a ‘thank you?’” He challenged you in mock offense. “You’re not doing a good job of debunking the ‘spoiled little girl’ rumors.”
“I said whatever!” You retorted, already making your way to the car door. “I’ll have to carry all of these into the donation center myself, anyway. Not like you did that much work.”
He paused. “You could hurt yourself, you know. Those boxes are way too heavy.”
You hummed in consideration. “Then I’ll just ask a strong handsome guy nearby to do it for me.”
His face paled. The thought of you approaching some random guy was like a shockwave through his body. He had never pictured anything like it.
Conversely, you looked entirely unfazed, as if this were a normal solution to most of your problems: just asking a man nearby. He gritted his teeth as you hopped into your car and slammed the door shut.
“Thanks anyway, though!” you said brightly, rolling up your window with a wave.
Before you could leave, he marched up to your door and knocked three times. You rolled the window back down.
“I’ll go with you and help. The center is only ten minutes away right?”
You smirked.
Everything was going according to plan.
The drive to the donation center was filled with lighthearted conversation. Jungkook explained what he’d have to do at his new job, how nervous he was about working in a professional setting for the first time, and how excited he was to finally make his own money. You updated Jungkook on your housing situation, explaining how you’d live in the dorms during weekdays but come home for the weekends. You shared the experience of meeting your new roommate, then groaned over how much you missed Mina.
It was always so easy with him; he laughed at your jokes no matter how absurd they were, and you humored his ego by agreeing with whatever he said – unless it was actually outrageous, like when he said that he thought he might be the reincarnation of Princess Diana (rest in peace, beautiful soul).
When you arrived at the donation center, you made a move to leave your car, but Jungkook promptly halted you with a grab of the wrist.
“Just stay in here. I’ll do it.” He unbuckled his seatbelt.
“What happened to those ‘spoiled little girl rumors’ I was trying to debunk?” You grinned.
He scoffed. “Before that, I have my ego to protect. No way I’m letting you carry those boxes again. I genuinely thought you’d fall down the stairs and die earlier.”
“Suit yourself,” you said, leaning back in your seat and whipping out your phone.
He gave you a satisfied smile before leaving the car. Your tone might have been sarcastic, but really, you were beaming.
This was another thing about Jungkook that you liked. As cocky he could be, he was always the perfect gentleman.
While waiting for Jungkook to get all the boxes inside, you pulled down your mirror and looked at yourself. You were wearing a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a white tube top. At your neck, you adorned a lovely gold necklace that you thrifted in Rome.
It didn’t look too lovely right now, though, as it was a tangled mess around your neck, a clump of knots where the heart-shaped centerpiece of the necklace should be. That was on purpose.
You started fiddling around with it when you noticed Jungkook returning to your car. When he hopped in, you turned to him, gesturing to the mess at your fingertips.
“Hey, can you help me untangle this? I can’t see it very well.”
Jungkook looked at you cautiously, before leaning in to take a closer look. “Okay, sure. You’re always giving me chores to do, aren’t you?”
You giggled, leaning forward so he had easy access to the necklace. Of course, it would be easier to take it off before untangling it, but that would kill all the fun. If Jungkook realized that there was a better way, he said nothing of it.
His fingers gently pulled at the chain, hands brushing against your chin and collarbone. His focused gaze made you nervous. Your insides tingled every time his skin touched yours.
Your tube top was riding down, revealing more of your chest and your Victoria Secret Bombshell push up bra. Occasionally, his pinky would gently graze your upper breast. You didn’t say anything about it and neither did he.
“This is one kinky knot,” he commented, face so close to your collarbones that you felt his breath hit your skin.
Your eyebrows raised at the choice of words. You put your hand over his.
“It’s fine. I’ll just untangle it at home.”
His hand lingered on the chained knot for a bit longer than you thought necessary. You might have had your provocations planned out, but you weren’t really sure what to expect of it. The thought of his next move had you nervous – and you were sure he could tell by how your voice suddenly started sounding small.
“Suit yourself,” he said, echoing your earlier words.
The drive home was a little bit more awkward than usual. If you felt it, he definitely did too.
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Jungkook was sure he was losing his mind.
His best friend’s little sister? Really?
He thought he was better than that. Sure, he may have found you cute for a while now, but it felt wrong – almost illegal.
He remembered first meeting you, when you were so shy that you could only look at him for a few seconds before disappearing into your room. You were just an endearing girl to him, not anyone capable of sending his heart into mayhem.
Then, as you got older, he realized that he actually quite loved the way you laughed so loud, so charmingly, when he talked. He found your bratty stubbornness cute sometimes, like when you demanded that Jimin let you play Minecraft on his account because he got you banned while using yours. Or, when you helped him insist that Iron Man was the best movie of all time, even though Jimin was sure it was the Amazing Spiderman.
Once, earlier in his friendship with Jimin, you were sick with food poisoning. Jungkook didn’t quite understand why Jimin was freaking out so much. But then he came to visit and saw you lying in bed, door wide open in case you needed to run to the bathroom to puke, and he started to understand.
You looked like a bundled up kitten in your bed, lying on your side with a fever patch on your forehead and a book in your hand. Maybe it was then that he started to realize his feelings for you.
But of course, you were always out of reach. Too young and too precious. Jimin loved you to bits and wanted to protect you for as long as possible. Jungkook could at least honor that, he thought. So of course, Jungkook had his adventures with other girls here and there. Nothing too serious, but fun enough to keep his mind off you.
Until you came back, and suddenly the lines started to blur. No longer was there a clear distinction between you – the little sister you – and the you that could make Jungkook’s heart skip a beat.
Before it was easy; reminders of your innocence were everywhere. Sure, you could still be a stubborn brat, but now, it was like you were practically begging him to get his hands on you with the way your eyes seemed to devour him alive, unapologetically.
Your shoulders drove him insane. Your laughter seemed fuller, healthier, and happier. He didn’t know you had such a beautiful body after years of only seeing you in baggy, oversized clothing. Your Instagram stories made his heart pinch.
It killed him that he felt like he didn’t know you anymore – not really at least.
And all he wanted to do now was find out everything he missed out on this past year.
After the tangled necklace incident, he couldn’t get his mind off you. And his final straw came in the middle of the night when you called him. He had just showered, getting ready to hop on a quick video game before going to sleep. He smiled at his phone.
Usually, you called him to ask him a stupid question, like: how did you come up with your Princess Diana theory again? Or, did he think Jimin would notice if you drew a dick on his face tonight? Better yet, how mad would he be?
But today was different.
“Yo,” he answered. “What’s up.”
“Hiiiiiiiii.” You giggled, clearly drunk. The laughter of other people could be heard, too. Jungkook didn’t miss the sound of other guys in the room with you.
“Where are you?” He immediately stood up.
“Club,” you answered simply. “Can’t find my friends. But this guy said he could drive me home. Should I go?”
“Do you know him?”
“A little. I know that his hair smells nice.”
At that moment, a male voice could be heard from the other side, saying something vaguely along the lines of: “Gonna get to hit tonight, man.”
Jungkook clenched his jaw. “No. Don’t go. Which club are you at?”
He was already pulling his hoodie over his head when you answered:
“Dunno. I’ll send you my location, though.” You laughed again, pulling the phone away from you to say, with a playful chuckle: “Jackson, stop!”
He had to do everything he could to not crash out. “I’ll be there soon,” he said, checking your location. You were ten minutes away. “How drunk are you?”
“Just a few shots.”
He didn’t know your drinking tolerance whatsoever, but he knew he hated the idea of you being drunk around a bunch of horny men.
It took Jungkook nearly every bone in his body to not go over the speed limit. When he finally arrived, you were sitting on the curb outside the club, and of course, there were two guys sitting with you. One guy’s arm was around your shoulder.
Jungkook didn’t even care to go into the parking lot, opting to leave his car right at the front entrance. He marched up right to you, making brief eye contact with the guys.
Your face was ruddy with alcohol when you looked up at him.
“You’re here!” You broke out into a wide grin, vodka-induced strength sending you leaping up to pull him into a hug.
“Yes, I’m here,” he said, patting your back as he all but death glared at the other two guys. “Let’s get you home.”
“Okay,” you said, surprisingly calm. “Bye Jackson! Bye Mark!” You waved cheerfully as Jungkook took your hand.
You didn’t get to see them wave back at you as Jungkook quickly tugged you, urging you to walk fast.
“Don’t mess around with guys like them, Y/N,” he commented as you settled into the passenger seat. “Didn’t Jimin and I tell you? Men are vile creatures.”
“You did,” you confirmed. “But maybe I can be the judge of that.”
He clenched the steering wheel harder, slowly driving out. “Whatever.”
It wasn’t his place, he chided himself. You weren’t his real little sister. How could he tell you who to mess with and who not to?
A few minutes into the drive, you spoke up.
“Can we go to the gas station? I want a milkshake.”
At the redlight, Jungkook smirked at you. “You sure you won’t throw it all up after?”
“Positive.” You grinned back. “I bet it’ll help me sober up.”
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What Jungkook didn’t know was that you were already pretty level-headed, just putting on a drunk act to make yourself seem more vulnerable. You only had two shots of vodka and one glass of gin & tonic. A part of you liked being dragged around angrily.
He relented to your request for milkshake, pulling up to the gas station’s fast food drive through. You ordered a strawberry milkshake, while he got a banana chocolate one. He parked the car in a secluded part of the station.
“You have work tomorrow?” you asked in between sucking your straw.
“Tomorrow is Saturday, silly.” He was already almost halfway done with his.
“Oh, right.”
You continued to devour your milkshake, letting Jungkook’s RnB playlist fill the silence. When you were almost done, you took off the lid and started pouring whatever strawberry syrup was left into your mouth.
You tapped the bottom of the cup – a little more harshly than you needed – to get the stubborn parts down. After one especially strong tap, a wave of melted milkshake and gooey syrup came tumbling down, drenching your chin and dribbling down your neck and body, effectively soaking yourself in the sticky mixture.
Jungkook barked out a laugh. “Oh my god, that was so stupid,” he teased, pulling out his phone to capture the moment in a 0.5 picture.
“Not funny! Stop that!” You pouted at him, covering the camera. He snapped several photos before returning the phone into his pocket. “Do you have tissues?”
At this point, the milkshake remnants were also dripping down your cleavage and onto your thighs. Your outfit today was a low cut white halter top with a black mini-skirt, and somehow you managed to spill the substance only on your skin and not on your clothes.
“I think I have some,” he said, finally recovering from his fit of laughter. “Move over.”
He leaned over you, arm reaching towards the compartment above your knees. You leaned back, but felt his hair brush against your arm. He eventually found two flimsy napkins, reserved from previous takeout adventures.
You took them gratefully, starting by wiping your chin and neck. But by the time you got to your chest, the tissues were already slimy and unusable. Your skin glistened with the sticky liquid drying on you.
“No more?” you asked, pitching your voice up high.
Jungkook’s tongue probed at the inner side of his cheek. He had been looking at you this whole time. “No.”
His answer was simple but powerful.
Typically, in this kind of situation you’d expect Jungkook to still be heartily guffawing at your predicament. But instead, his jaw was locked, gaze piercing.
“But I’m so sticky,” you whined. “Do you have water, maybe?”
He slowly pulled out a water bottle from his side’s door compartment. “I do. But won’t you make a mess?”
“Don’t worry,” you said, taking the bottle from him. “Thanks,” you added quietly, suddenly nervous.
You poured a small bit of water on your hand and slapped it on the spots that still had milkshake on them. At this point, you really were making a mess in his car.
“It got even stickier,” you said after a moment, defeated.
He laughed a little, but still couldn’t take his eyes off your form. “Need help?”
The voice that came out of you didn’t feel real. “Yes.”
Slowly, he reached over, taking the water bottle out of your hand. Using the sleeve of his hoodie, he started patting you down, starting with your jaw, to your neck, and to your collarbones.
He was oh-so gentle, wiping away with so much caution you thought you could dissolve right then and there. When he reached your cleavage, he hesitated.
“There, too,” you whispered.
Slowly, he took his sleeve and wiped in between your breasts, patting them down tenderly. You could feel the warmth of his hand through the cloth of his hoodie. Your belly flopped.
This was unknown territory, and he wouldn’t stop exploring it.
“Down there, too.” You didn’t mean to sound as needy as you were.
“Fussy, aren’t you?” His usually light and airy voice was replaced with something closer to a grunt.
His hands slid down to your thighs, with more intention this time. You let your legs open slightly, giving him easier access. The tension you felt was so thick you were sure you could drown in it.
“All good?” he asked, although he himself looked anything but fine. His eyes were glazed with desperation.
“No,” you said quietly.
“No?”
“Still sticky.”
Jungkook clenched his jaw. “Y/N, what are you trying to do?”
There it was. The question you had been avoiding. What were you trying to do? Sure, you wanted to seduce him – tempt him – but now what? You hadn’t thought this far yet. You were just having fun.
“I don’t know,” you admitted softly.
He was stern. “You know what you’re doing to me, right?”
At this moment, you saw the beginnings of a bulge at his groin, poking through his sweatpants. You gulped, heart racing.
“Sorry.”
He sighed, exasperated, hand ruffling through his hair. “Don’t apologize.”
You could only look down and fiddle with your hands, embarrassed. All of your so-called confidence disappeared now that you were faced with the consequences of your actions. He didn’t like you. He didn’t know you as anything other than his best friend’s little sister. How naive were you to think that a few tricks here and there could get him to fall for you?
“Don’t try this with other guys, you hear me?” he scolded. “They wouldn’t be able to hold back.”
“I would never do this to anyone else!” You yelled, suddenly completely over trying to dance around your feelings. “Stop trying to act like my older brother. I don’t like that. I don’t want that.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, unable to process your words.
“What I mean is that I wouldn’t ever do this with anyone else because I like you, you idiot!” You huffed, feeling grateful for the two shots of vodka in your body. “I don’t want you to be my honorary brother or whatever, because I’ve been crushing on you since seventh grade!”
It was too late to turn back now, you thought. He’d kick you out of his car and call you an Uber home instead. Then, he’d never come over again and you would have just ruined his friendship with Jimin forever.
So, you might as well tell him everything while you could.
“I did everything to be the kind of girl you liked. I read all of the Iron Man comics for you. I went along with your stupid Princess Diana theory for a while. I always made sure we had banana milk in our fridge and the only reason why I ever messed around with other people in the first place was so that I wouldn’t be an inexperienced snob when I finally gathered the courage to tell you this!”
You were out of breath, panting at your endless confessions. Jungkook’s jaw was hanging slightly open, eyes wide.
“That’s why I’m doing this, idiot.”
Tears pricked your eyes. You couldn’t even look at him. You were sure that you ruined everything.
“You’re gonna be the end of me,” he growled, before cupping your jaw and practically dragging you into his mouth.
His lips were on yours in a matter of seconds, a frenzy of teeth and tongue before you finally settled into an aggressive rhythm. He was pulling you towards him, hands on your waist. He quickly pulled his seat’s lever, pushing his seat back to make room for you.
“Come here,” he demanded. You hungrily found a seat on his lap, straddling him.
You couldn’t believe it. Here you were, hands all over Jungkook in what was most definitely not an appropriate way when moments ago you were sure that you’d never be able to look at him ever again.
You felt his cock poking at your crotch, and you ground against it, eliciting a soft moan from the both of you.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he said in between kisses. You whimpered in response, desperate for more of him.
He kept pulling you in closer, peppering kisses down your jaw and neck. He nibbled at the skin at the base of your jaw for a while, before sucking in with a pop, definitely giving you a hickey. You hissed at the stinging sensation. Then, he trailed more kisses down your collarbone, to your chest and then the mound of your breast.
Your halter top held up with only a zip at the back, which he promptly undid, leaving your bare chest in all its glory for him to see.
“Perfect,” he whispered against your skin. “So fucking perfect.”
He licked your breasts, tongue rolling over one nipple while his hand tweaked at the other. You couldn’t help but let out an embarrassing moan, the friction of his cock beneath you only adding to your ecstasy.
“Jungkook, please,” you panted. “More.”
“Needy as always, little miss.” He gave your ass a tight squeeze as he gave your other breast the attention it deserved.
You humped him desperately, angry at the cloth separating you two. He was sweating, eyes dark with hunger and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Let’s go to the back,” he said, breathless.
You nodded, practically throwing yourself into the backseat as he climbed over shortly after. From there, you tugged at his hoodie, and he took it off in one swift motion. He pushed you down, lying on top of you as you felt his bare chest connect with yours.
You continued to kiss for a while in that position, before your hand hesitantly went to the hem of his sweatpants. In a moment of courage, you pushed him off you and got onto your knees.
“I want to touch you,” you whispered. “Can I?”
Your sweet voice nearly made him cum right then and there.
“You can do whatever you want.”
You pulled his sweatpants and boxers down and positioned yourself between his legs. His cock sprang to life, and you couldn’t help but admire its thick, veiny structure, gulping nervously at how big it was. His tip glistened with precum.
You went for that first, licking the tip tentatively as he fisted your hair.
“Jesus, you’re driving me insane,” he panted. You smirked, before licking up and down the shaft, letting your tongue paint his skin damp.
After a few more licks, you took him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as much as you could. You wanted the look on his face to be tattooed to your forehead. Usually, you didn’t enjoy giving head all that much, but when you saw just how much you could disorient him, you thought that you could do this forever.
You bobbed your head up and down, making sure to let your saliva-covered hand fiddle with his balls occasionally, while helping you pump the base of his shaft. His huffs and moans filled the air with your sickeningly sweet slurping sounds.
After a good minute of bobbing, you took him deep into your throat, letting it block your airway. It was painful, but the reaction you got made it worth it.
“Fucking hell, Y/N,” he grunted, watching from above as you gagged on him and held back tears. The sight was so beautiful he could cry. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N! Get off!” He pulled on your hair, urging you off of him.
You quickly complied. “What’s wrong?”
He took a moment to regain his breathing. “I almost came,” he admitted, embarrassed. “Where did you learn how to do that?”
“Here and there,” you said vaguely, a stupid smile on your face. He clenched his jaw.
“I’m gonna get you back for that,” he said, pulling you up from your kneeling position.
“Oh yeah?”
He pushed you back down, pulling your skirt up to your waist to reveal your white lacy panties. He was rendered speechless for a moment.
“Holy shit.”
You grinned at him with a sweet request. “Clean me up?”
He wanted to melt into you. Your voice was like a siren’s lullaby.
He dragged his tongue from your chest all the way down to your tummy, letting one hand fiddle with your nipple clumsily as he used the other hand to push your underwear to the side. He marveled at your pussy for a while, entranced by how it was already dripping with pleasure.
“Please, Jungkook,” you pleaded, arching your back.
“Anything for you, little miss.” The typically cute nickname sounded naughty now.
He lapped at your clit relentlessly, sucking and slurping just how you’d done for him. Moans tumbled out of your mouth, and you writhed beneath him as he firmly held your hips in place. Your eyes rolled back when he dug his tongue inside you, wiggling it like a vibrator, and you couldn’t help but whimper embarrassingly loud.
“Oh my god, Jungkook,” you cried. “Shit, Jungkook, wait!”
He wouldn’t stop, no matter how hard you pulled on his hair or how hard your hips jolted. He only went even harder, tongue flicking unforgivingly against your heat.
“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you repeated helplessly. “Jungkook please – oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”
And you were undone in a matter of seconds, blinded by a white, ephemeral light.
You were panting, barely regaining your vision when you looked up to see Jungkook smirking smugly at you.
“Looks like I made an even bigger mess,” he said, referring to all the sticky substances at your crotch. “Need a minute?”
You huffed defiantly. “No. I want more.”
“More?” he started. “I don’t have a condom, though.”
“Don’t care,” you said, making your way to his lap to straddle him. “I’m on the pill. And you’re seriously hard. Did you want things to end here?”
He couldn’t answer. Your boldness seriously turned him on.
“That’s what I thought,” you said assertively. You started kissing his jaw and sucking on his neck, giving him the same treatment he gave to you earlier. Your bare pussy was grazing his rock solid cock.
“Y/N,” he exhaled. “You’re seriously perfect.”
You sucked harder, letting your wet pussy glide against his member.
“You know you didn’t have to do all of that, right?” he said through gritted teeth. “The Iron Man comics and banana milk and – fuck,” he panted at the increasingly intense friction. “You’re already perfect for me.”
You melted at his sweet words. “Wanna be good for you, though.”
“You’re already so good,” he affirmed, hands pulling you in closer so you were chest to chest. “God, you’re perfect,” he said for the millionth time.
He positioned his cock at your entrance, looking up at you hesitatingly.
“You wanna, uh, do the honors?”
A snort bubbled out of you. “Seriously? Do the honors?” Truthfully, you were nervous too. It was going to be your first time.
“Should I do it?” he asked, only a little bit embarrassed.
“No,” you said. “I’ll do it.”
After years of fantasizing about his dick being in you, you wanted to be the one to make it a reality. Slowly, you let yourself sink onto his cock. It was excruciatingly slow for Jungkook, but he didn’t make any move to rush you, only wincing and taking steadying breaths as you took your time.
Once you were halfway in, it started to hurt a little bit.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” you quipped, although it was strained. “Can we start with this?”
“Okay,” he said softly. “I’ll move.”
Gently, he started lifting his hips up and down. You groaned; the fullness felt weird – not good yet. But something was starting to tingle at the base of your belly. A few more thrusts later, it started feeling different. Like the nerves in your vaginal walls were finally starting to appreciate being stretched out by his dick.
You let out a shaky breath. “Feels good,” you whispered.
“Yeah?” His eyes hadn’t left your face once, careful to make sure that you weren’t uncomfortable.
Then, his thrusts started to feel like something else entirely. Filling you up with pleasure that you didn’t know was possible. His cock was warm and hard, not flimsy like your fingers or cold like a dildo. He was basically entirely in you by now. His rhythm started getting more shaky.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned into your shoulder. “You’re so tight.”
You moaned, head falling back as he started getting faster – more aggressive.
“It feels really good now,” you mewled. “Shit, Jungkook. More, please.”
He started thrusting up even harder; his dick was now pumping into you relentlessly. You joined him, humping up and down in a similar, but messier rhythm. Whimpers and moans were tumbling out of your mouth like a song, and Jungkook’s animalistic grunts grew intense.
The car’s windows fogged up and you left a handprint on it when you briefly put your hand there to steady yourself. Your tits were bouncing in his face, and he stuck out his tongue to occasionally lick at your nipples as he thrusted into you. His hands dug into your waist, guiding your motions so that they aligned with his.
“Please, please, please – oh god, Jungkook, fuck!”
You were reaching your climax soon. Jungkook as well, looked like he couldn’t hold it anymore.
“I’m gonna cum – I’m gonna cum!” You whimpered.
“Fuck, same.”
Then, you and Jungkook sped up even more, each movement adding to your climax. Your moans crescendoed into a desperate, loud wail, and Jungkook let out one big groan as his warm semen filled your insides, sending tingles down your spine.
You were both breathless and sweaty, panting from the effort, but gooey smiles were plastered on your faces from the pleasure.
You lifted yourself off of him, wincing at your sensitive womanhood, before plopping on the seat next to him and leaning on his shoulder. He planted a soft kiss on your temple.
“That was amazing,” Jungkook said exactly what you were thinking.
You two sat like that for a while, basking in the other’s presence, naked and damp in the humid car.
“How are we going to tell Jimin?” you asked.
Jungkook hummed in consideration, less worried than he thought he’d be.
“Let’s worry about that later, little miss.”
a/n: this is actually my first time publishing smut LOL so i am very nervous to post this T^T. thanks so much for reading and i hope u enjoyed! a like, comment, or reblog really makes my day 🫶
✸ WINNING YOUR BET ─── 📷
— Pairing mean! jungkook x bad bitch! f reader.
— In which a stupid high school bet turns into full psychological warfare. He thinks he can break the campus ice queen in three weeks to win a motorcycle, but she already knows his secret. What starts as mutual hatred and brutal, toxic insults quickly explodes into a dangerous physical addiction where neither is willing to back down, leading all the way to a devastating public revenge on graduation night.
— academic rivals to enemies with benefits | hate-love dynamic | high school seniors to college | toxic relationship | brutal banter | rough sex | mutual obsession | incredibly toxic and manipulative behaviors, | rude/mean dynamics|consensual but aggressive enemies-to-lovers. Reader discretion is highly advised. | word count: 11k
This for berry @mikrokookiex u better read it this time 🤍
"You're breathing my air, Jungkook. Move."
Jungkook didn't even blink. He leaned his lower back against the sleek marble kitchen counter of the crowded beach house, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. A slow, incredibly annoying smirk spread across his face as his dark eyes locked onto yours. He took a deliberate, slow sip of his drink, never breaking eye contact.
"The kitchen belongs to whoever gets here first," he said, his voice a low, gravelly scratch that usually made girls at Westbridge High lose their minds. To you, it just sounded like nails on a chalkboard. "Besides, there’s plenty of space. You’re just annoyed because my presence is throwing off your aesthetic."
You let out a cold, humorless laugh, stepping closer until you were standing right in front of him. The bass from the living room speakers vibrated through the floorboards, but the space between the two of you felt dead silent, thick with pure malice. You were wearing your favorite black dress—the one that made you look like an untouchable queen—and you used every bit of your height to look down your nose at him.
"Your presence throws off my mood, which is worse," you snapped, your voice dripping with sweet poison. "And trust me, Jeon, your aesthetic is entirely salvageable if you just put a bag over your head. Now, get out of my way before I accidentally spill this red wine all over your ridiculously expensive, try-hard jacket."
Jungkook’s smirk didn't fade, but his eyes darkened. He loved this. He lived for it. Everyone else in the graduating class walked on eggshells around him because he was wealthy, insanely attractive, and possessed a ruthless streak that could ruin a person's social life with a single rumor. But you? You were the ice queen of the senior hall. You didn't walk on eggshells; you crushed them under your designer heels.
"Try it," he dared softly, leaning down just an inch so his face was level with yours. "Spill it. See what happens."
"Is that a threat?"
"It’s a promise, sweetheart."
You held his gaze for three agonizing seconds, the air between you practically sparking with fire, before you forcefully shoved past his shoulder, making sure to hit him hard enough to make him stumble back against the counter. You didn't look back as you walked out into the humid night air, but you could practically feel his eyes burning a hole in your spine.
Ten minutes later, you were standing on the darkened back balcony, away from the sweaty bodies and the blinding strobe lights of the end-of-term party. You needed a second to breathe without looking at Jeon Jungkook’s stupid, perfect face.
You leaned against the wooden railing, looking out at the dark ocean waves. You took a deep breath, letting the cool wind calm the irritation bubbling in your chest.
Then, you heard voices right below you.
"There is no way in hell, man. She’ll castrate you before you even get her phone number."
It was Mingyu’s voice, loud and slightly drunk, coming from the shadows of the patio directly beneath the balcony.
"I’m serious," another voice chimed in. Yugyeom. "She’s not a girl, she’s a black widow. She literally ruined Seojun’s life last semester because he breathed too loudly next to her in AP Lit. You can’t tame that."
You froze, your fingers gripping the wooden railing tightly. You quietly leaned over the edge, peer-reading through the darkness. There, sitting on the outdoor lounge chairs with red solo cups in their hands, were Jungkook’s closest boys.
And standing right in the middle of them, lighting a cigarette with a flick of his silver lighter, was Jungkook himself. The small orange flame illuminated his sharp jawline and the arrogant tilt of his head.
"I don't need to tame her," Jungkook said, his voice chillingly calm as he blew a cloud of smoke into the night air. "I just need her to fall for me. There's a difference."
"A bet's a bet, Jeon," Mingyu laughed, slapping his knee. "One month. If you can get her to actually date you—like, hold your hand in the hallway, look at you like she doesn't want to murder you, and admit she’s yours—we buy you that vintage motorcycle you've been drooling over. But when she rejects you and shatters your tiny little ego into a million pieces, you hand over the keys to your car."
You felt the blood in your veins turn to absolute ice. A bet. They were turning you into a game.
You waited, holding your breath, wanting to hear exactly what the bastard would say.
Jungkook let out a low, cocky chuckle. He took another drag of his cigarette, looking up toward the sky, completely unaware that you were looking right down at him.
"A month is too long," Jungkook said, his tone full of disgusting confidence. "Give me three weeks. By graduation night, she’ll be begging me to be her boyfriend. The ice queen is going to melt, boys. Watch me."
Up on the balcony, your shock instantly melted away, replaced by a roaring, burning wave of fury. Your jaw clenched so hard it ached. How dare he? How dare he think he could play you like one of his stupid little video games? He thought he was the ultimate predator at Westbridge High. He thought everyone played by his rules.
A dangerous, slow smile crept onto your lips. The anger in your chest crystallized into something sharp, cold, and beautiful.
Oh, Jeon Jungkook, you thought, watching him laugh with his friends below. You just picked the wrong girl to mess with.
You weren't going to expose him. That would be too easy, too boring. No, you were going to play along. You were going to let him think he was winning. You would let him pull out every single one of his smooth, pathetic, charming tricks, and right when he thought he had you in the palm of his hand... you were going to destroy him. You would make him fall so hard his head would spin, and then you would break his heart in front of the entire school.
The game was on.
The next Monday morning, the school hallway was a chaotic mess of seniors counting down the days to graduation. Lockers were slamming, people were laughing, and the energy was high.
You walked through the front doors, your hair perfectly styled, your chin held high. People naturally moved out of your way, knowing better than to cross your path before you had your morning iced coffee. You reached your locker, spinning the lock with practiced ease.
"Good morning, sunshine."
A heavy weight leaned against the locker right next to yours. You didn't even have to look up to know who it was. The scent of expensive cologne and mint gave him away instantly.
Jungkook was leaning against the metal door, dressed in a black leather jacket, his dark hair falling slightly into his eyes. He gave you a look that he probably thought was irresistible. It was his signature "I’m trouble, but you want me" look.
You slowly closed your locker door, turning your body to face him. Usually, you would have told him to drop dead within two seconds. But today, you had a script to play.
You let your eyes travel down his body, slowly, deliberately, making sure he noticed your inspection. Then, you looked back up, your expression completely blank, almost bored.
"You're in my light, Jungkook," you said smoothly, keeping your voice even.
"I am the light, babe," he replied, flashing a grin that showed off his sharp canine teeth. He stepped a bit closer, invading your personal space. He reached out, his fingers hovering just an inch away from a strand of your hair, before he gently tucked it behind your ear. His touch was warm, but it made your skin crawl with competitive adrenaline. "You looked beautiful at the party on Saturday, by the way. Even when you were trying to murder me with your eyes."
Um, so Phase One of his plan has begun, you thought. The cheesy compliments.
Instead of slapping his hand away like you normally would, you stayed perfectly still. You tilted your head, a tiny, almost unnoticeable smile tugging at the corner of your lips. It was a bait smile. A dangerous one.
"Are you hitting on me, Jeon?" you asked, your voice dropping to a softer, almost teasing whisper. "Because if you are, it’s a bit pathetic. I thought you had better game than that."
Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. He had clearly expected you to snap at him, to yell, or to walk away. The fact that you were standing your ground and talking back with a soft tone caught him completely off guard. Your reaction wasn't in his playbook.
His smirk faltered for a fraction of a second before he recovered, his eyes narrowing with newfound interest.
"Maybe I am," he murmured, leaning his head down, his voice dropping into that dangerous, intimate register. "Maybe I’ve realized that the mean girls are much more interesting than the nice ones."
"Is that so?" You stepped even closer to him, so close that his chest almost brushed against yours. You could see the slight flare of his nostrils as his breath hitched. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, your expression a perfect mix of mockery and temptation. "Well, let me give you a piece of advice, Jungkook. I don't do 'interesting.' And I definitely don't do boys who try too hard."
Before he could respond, you patted his chest twice with your hand—right over his heart, feeling the steady, rapid beat against your palm—and walked past him toward your first class.
Jungkook stayed frozen by the lockers for a moment, watching your retreating figure. He ran a hand through his hair, a genuine, frustrated laugh escaping his lips. His heart was actually beating faster, and it pissed him off.
"Son of a bitch," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. This wasn't going to be a simple walk in the park. She wasn't just mean—she was smart.
By the time lunch rolled around, the entire cafeteria was buzzing. You sat at your usual table near the large glass windows, surrounded by the top tier of the school's social ladder. You weren't really listening to whatever drama your friend was talking about; your eyes were fixed on the entrance.
Right on cue, Jungkook entered with his boys. He looked around the crowded room until his eyes found yours.
Instead of looking away, you held his gaze. You picked up your strawberry, taking a slow, deliberate bite while looking directly at him.
Jungkook’s stride slowed down. His friends noticed, looking between him and your table. Jungkook murmured something to Mingyu, broke away from his group, and walked straight toward your table. The entire cafeteria seemed to grow quieter, dozens of heads turning to watch the collision of the school’s two most dangerous seniors.
He stopped right at the edge of your table, placing both hands on the surface, leaning forward.
"We’re going out tonight," he said. It wasn't a question. It was a command.
Your friends gasped softly, staring at him like he had lost his mind. Nobody spoke to you like that.
You wiped your mouth with a napkin, entirely unbothered. You leaned back in your chair, crossing your legs. "Excuse me? Did I miss a chapter where I suddenly care about what you want?"
"Seven o'clock. I’ll pick you up," Jungkook continued, ignoring your bite. His eyes were intensely focused, a challenging glint in them. "Unless, of course, the ice queen is too scared to spend two hours alone with me."
Ah. Reverse psychology. How incredibly basic.
You let out a soft sigh, looking at him like he was a mildly amusing puppy. You knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted to get you alone so he could charm you, make his move, and secure the bet. And you wanted to get him alone so you could start breaking his sanity.
"Scared of you?" you asked softly, loud enough for your friends to hear. You stood up, picking up your tray. You leaned across the table, your face just inches from his, mirroring his posture. The energy between you was so sharp the people sitting next to you looked uncomfortable. "Keep dreaming, Jeon. I'll give you two hours. But let’s make one thing clear: if you bore me, I’m leaving you on the side of the road."
Jungkook’s eyes flared with a mix of triumph and something hotter, something greedier. "Deal."
"Seven o'clock," you whispered, giving him a cold, gorgeous smile that didn't reach your eyes. "Don't be late. I hate waiting."
As you walked away to trash your lunch tray, you felt a massive rush of adrenaline. He thought he had just won the first round. He thought he had successfully baited you into a date. He had absolutely no idea that he had just walked right into a trap of his own making.
The hunter thought he was tracking a deer, but he had just poked a sleeping lion.
The black sports car pulled up to your curb at exactly 6:59 PM.
You watched from your second-story bedroom window as the sleek engine purred to a halt. Jungkook didn’t get out to open your door. He just sat there, the headlights cutting through the twilight, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. He wanted to see if you’d make him wait.
You let out a slow, amused breath, checking your reflection one last time. You wore a tight, cropped white top, baggy low-rise cargo pants, and sharp designer boots. It was casual, effortless, and screamed I didn’t try at all for you.
You walked out of the house at exactly 7:10 PM.
When you pulled open the passenger door and slid into the leather seat, the scent of his expensive, smoky cologne hit you instantly. The interior of the car was immaculate, glowing with faint blue ambient lights.
Jungkook was leaning back, one wrist resting lazily on top of the steering wheel. He turned his head to look at you, his eyes scanning your outfit with a slow, calculating gaze. A familiar, mocking smirk played on his lips.
"Ten minutes late," he said, his voice smooth and entirely unbothered. "Trying to make a statement, sweetheart?"
"I was busy forgetting you were coming," you replied instantly, your tone dripping with sweet, careless malice. You pulled down the sun visor to check your lip gloss in the mirror, not even giving him a real glance. "Be glad I showed up at all. Drive."
Jungkook let out a low, dry chuckle. He shifted the car into drive, the tires screeching slightly as he pulled away from the curb with a bit too much speed. He was trying to intimidate you with his driving. Typical.
"You look like you’re going to a streetwear photoshoot, not a date," he remarked, his dark eyes flicking to you before focusing back on the road.
"That’s because this isn't a date," you said smoothly, snapping the sun visor back up. You crossed your arms, leaning back comfortably. "This is an audition. And so far, your conversation is getting a failing grade. Where are you taking me, Jeon? If it’s some tacky diner, I’m jumping out at the next red light."
"Relax," he murmured, his smirk widening. "I have taste. Unlike your exes."
"Bold of you to assume anyone compares to you in the tacky department," you shot back, looking out the window. "Your leather jacket looks like it was stolen from a middle-aged biker."
Jungkook’s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white. You saw the faint twitch in his jaw. Score one for me, you thought, a surge of vicious satisfaction rushing through your veins. He hated his style being questioned. He prided himself on looking flawless.
"Keep talking," Jungkook muttered, his voice dropping into a lower, rougher register that vibrated through the quiet car. "We’ll see if you keep that same energy in twenty minutes."
Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up to an exclusive, high-end rooftop arcade and lounge overlooking the city skyline. It was the kind of place that required a heavy membership fee, glowing with neon purple lights and filled with vintage game cabinets, private booths, and a sleek bar. It was empty tonight—he had clearly rented out the entire terrace.
"Impressive," you said, stepping out of the car and looking around the neon-lit space. You turned to him, putting a hand on your hip. "Did you use your daddy’s credit card for this, or did you actually have to use two brain cells to make a phone call?"
Jungkook closed his car door with a loud thud, walking over to stand right in front of you. The neon purple light caught the sharp angles of his face, making him look dangerously handsome. He was tall, his broad shoulders completely blocking your view of the city behind him. He stepped so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his body.
"I use my own money," he said softly, leaning down just enough so his breath brushed against your ear. The sudden proximity made your pulse jump, but you refused to move back a single inch. "And I don't need a script to deal with a girl like you. Pick a game. Let's see if your skills match your mouth."
"Oh, they exceed it," you whispered back, looking directly into his dark, intense eyes. The physical tension between you was so heavy it felt like a physical weight, pressing against your chest. You were both practically vibrating with the urge to tear each other down. "Name the stakes, Jeon."
Jungkook walked over to a vintage racing simulator—two leather seats with steering wheels and massive screens side by side. He patted the top of one seat.
"Three rounds. Corner drifting allowed," he said, his eyes flashing with a competitive fire. "If I win, you have to let me hold your hand on the walk back to the car. In public."
Your mind immediately flashed to the bet. Ah, he’s trying to secure his first milestone for his friends. Holding hands in public was step one.
You let out a soft, mocking laugh, stepping up to the machine. "And when I win?"
"If you win, you can ask for whatever you want."
"When I win," you corrected him sharply, sliding into the leather racing seat, "you are going to carry my shopping bags across the entire school courtyard tomorrow during lunch. Like a good little assistant."
Jungkook’s eyes flared with pure, undiluted irritation at the thought of his reputation being ruined like that. He sat down in the seat next to yours, his long legs barely fitting under the machine. "Deal. Prepare to cry, sweetheart."
The game started. The countdown flashed on the screen: 3... 2... 1... GO.
For the next ten minutes, the arcade was filled with the aggressive clicking of buttons and the screeching of digital tires. You weren't just good; you were ruthless. Every time Jungkook tried to pass your digital car, you deliberately rammed your vehicle into his, forcing him into the wall.
"Are you serious right now?" Jungkook growled, violently spinning his steering wheel to recover from a crash you caused. "That's dirty playing!"
"There are no rules in war, Jeon," you mocked, your eyes glued to the screen as you took a sharp turn, keeping the lead. "Cry louder. It helps me focus."
He let out a frustrated, breathless sound, his focus intensifying. His face was dead serious, his veins popping slightly on his forearms as he gripped the wheel. By the final lap of the third round, your cars were neck and neck. The finish line was right there.
In a split-second move, Jungkook smoothly drifted around the final corner, clipping the back of your car just enough to spin you out, and crossed the finish line a fraction of a second before you.
The screen flashed: PLAYER 1 WINS.
Jungkook threw his hands up, a loud, triumphant laugh bursting from his chest. He looked over at you, his face glowing with pure, arrogant victory. "Yes! Look at that! Who's the assistant now?"
You sat back in your seat, your jaw clenched, staring at the screen in genuine frustration. You hated losing more than anything. You slowly turned your head to look at him, your expression dark and murderous.
"You got lucky," you snapped, stepping out of the seat.
"A win is a win," Jungkook said, stepping out of his seat too. He blocked your path before you could walk away, his chest almost touching yours. He was breathing a bit heavily from the intensity of the game, a smug, unbearable grin plastered across his face. He extended his right hand toward you, his fingers open. "Pay up. Hand."
You stared at his hand like it was covered in garbage. "We are in an empty arcade, Jungkook. There's no one around to see it."
"I don't care," he murmured, his voice suddenly losing its playful edge, becoming deep and heavy. He took a half-step closer, completely invading your space. The smell of his cologne, the neon lights, and the absolute silence of the rooftop made the atmosphere suffocatingly tense. "A deal's a deal. Give me your hand."
You looked up at him, your breath catching for a brief second at the sheer intensity in his gaze. He wasn't just playing a game anymore; he wanted to break your resistance.
Slowly, deliberately, you lifted your hand. But instead of placing your palm in his, you forcefully grabbed his wrist, twisting it slightly so he was forced to step closer, his chest pressing right against yours. You looked up at him with a cold, fierce smile.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Jeon," you whispered, your voice a soft, dangerous hiss against his lips. You were so close you could see the dark golden flecks in his eyes. "You won a video game. You didn't win me. You want to hold my hand? Earn it."
You let go of his wrist with a harsh flick, pushing past his shoulder.
Jungkook stood frozen by the game machines, his heart thudding violently against his ribs. He looked down at his wrist where your fingers had just been, his skin burning from the contact. The bitchy, confident attitude you had wasn't pushing him away—it was pulling him in like a black hole. He was supposed to be making you fall, but every time you looked at him like he was nothing, it made him want to conquer her even more.
By the time he drove you back to your house, the moon was high in the sky. The drive back had been filled with more biting banter, neither of you willing to let the other have the last word.
He pulled up to your curb, idling the engine.
You unbuckled your seatbelt, turning to him with a bored expression. "Well, that was mildly amusing. You get a C-minus for effort."
"C-minus?" Jungkook repeated, leaning his head back against his seat, turning to look at you with a dry smile. "I literally rented out a whole rooftop for you."
"And you lost your temper over a racing game," you replied smoothly, opening the passenger door. "Goodnight, Jeon. Try not to dream about me too much. I know it’s hard."
Before he could respond with another sarcastic comment, you slid out of the car and shut the door behind you.
You walked up your front steps, feeling his eyes tracking your every move through the tinted glass of his car. You didn't look back until you reached the front door. When you finally turned around, you saw the taillights of his sports car disappear down the street.
You walked into your quiet house, leaning your back against the closed front door. Your heart was beating remarkably fast, the adrenaline from the night still rushing through your veins.
"Three weeks," you whispered to the empty hallway, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across your lips. "Let's see who breaks first, Jungkook."
The next morning, the Westbridge High courtyard was drenched in bright, humid sunlight. It was lunch hour, the peak time for social positioning. You sat at your usual concrete table beneath the shade of a massive oak tree, sipping an iced matcha latte. Your friends were gossiping about graduation dresses, but your eyes were tracking a specific group across the courtyard.
Jungkook was leaning against a brick wall, surrounded by Mingyu, Yugyeom, and a few varsity guys. He was laughing, his head tilted back, looking every bit the untouchable, arrogant king of the senior class.
Then, his dark eyes scanned the crowd and locked onto yours.
You didn’t blink. You slowly lifted your latte, taking a sip while giving him a cold, challenge-filled look. Jungkook’s laugh faded into a smirk. He murmured something to Mingyu, broke away from the group, and began walking across the grass toward you. Every head at your table went silent.
He stopped right beside your seat, towering over you, casting a long shadow. He was wearing a fitted white tee that showed off the sharp lines of his shoulders, his hands tucked lazily into his pockets.
"You left your lip gloss in my passenger seat last night," he said, his voice loud enough for the neighboring tables to hear. A collective, quiet gasp rippled through the girls around you. He pulled the small, sleek tube from his pocket and twirled it between his fingers. "Come get it."
Yeah?. A public power move, you thought, your blood instantly humming with competitive fire. He wanted everyone to know you were in his car last night. He wanted to score points for the bet.
You slowly stood up, smoothing down your short plaid skirt. You didn't look flustered at all. Instead, you took a step closer to him, closing the distance until you were dangerously deep in his personal space. The scent of his smoky cologne hit your senses, thick and intoxicating.
"You could have just thrown it away, Jeon," you murmured, your voice a smooth, careless purr as you reached out. Instead of grabbing the lip gloss, your fingers brushed deliberately over the warm skin of his knuckles, sliding the tube out of his grip. "But I guess you just needed an excuse to talk to me today. Pathetic."
Jungkook’s eyes darkened instantly, his jaw clenching at your public insult. "Watch your mouth," he muttered, leaning down so his lips were inches from yours, his tone dropping into a rough, private whisper. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy yourself last night."
"I’ve had more exciting dental appointments," you shot back, giving him a sweet, vicious smile. You tapped the lip gloss against his chest—right over his heart—before turning on your heel and walking away toward the empty library building, knowing exactly what his bruised ego would force him to do.
You walked deep into the back stacks of the school library, past the rows of old reference books where nobody ever came during lunch. It was dimly lit, silent, and smelling of old paper and dust.
A second later, the heavy wooden door of the aisle clicked shut.
You turned around just as Jungkook stepped into the tight space between the bookshelves. His face was a mask of pure, frustrated irritation. He looked dominant, dangerous, and completely done with your games.
"What the hell is your problem?" he growled, stepping forward until he crowded you back against the cold metal bookshelf. He slammed his hand against the shelf right next to your head, trapping you. "You play nice in the car, and then you try to humiliate me in front of the entire school?"
"I don't play nice anywhere, Jungkook," you hissed, your hands coming up to press firmly against his broad chest, keeping him from crushing you. The physical contact sent a sudden, heavy jolt of lightning straight down your spine. The tension between you two was no longer just a verbal match—it was a ticking time bomb. "You wanted to play with the ice queen. Don't complain when you get burned."
"You think you're so untouchable," he muttered, his eyes dropping to your lips, his breathing turning ragged and heavy. The anger in his eyes was rapidly melting into lust. He hated how much he wanted you. He hated that your attitude was driving him completely insane. "You think I can't break you?"
"I know you can't," you whispered back, teasing him, your heart hammering violently against your ribs as you felt the hard, hot planes of his chest beneath your palms.
Jungkook let out a low, feral growl. He didn't think. He just reacted.
His hand moved from the bookshelf to the back of your neck, his fingers tangled firmly into your hair as he violently pulled your face up and crashed his lips against yours.
The kiss wasn't sweet. It was a collision of teeth, friction, and pure malice. It was rude, dominant, and desperately hot. You let out a breathless gasp against his mouth, and Jungkook took the opportunity to force his tongue inside, tasting you deeply, claiming your mouth with a possessive, aggressive hunger that made your knees instantly go weak.
You didn't push him away. Your bad-bitch exterior crumbled into pure, ravenous desire. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer until there was absolutely no space left between your bodies. You bit his lower lip hard enough to make him let out a dark, muffled groan into your mouth, his grip on your waist tightening until it was almost bruising.
He lifted you effortlessly, pressing your back hard against the metal bookshelf. Books rattled behind you, but neither of you cared. Your legs naturally wrapped around his waist, pulling his heat right against your core. The friction through your clothes was unbearable, a sharp, electric ache building rapidly between your thighs.
"You're a brat," Jungkook panted against your lips, his mouth leaving yours to trail a path of burning, wet kisses down your jawline to the sensitive skin of your neck. He bit down gently on the soft skin right above your collarbone, making you arch your back with a quiet, breathless moan that echoed in the silent library.
His large, calloused hand slid underneath your short plaid skirt, his warm palm tracing up the bare skin of your thigh. You shivered, your fingers clutching tightly into the fabric of his white shirt as his hand moved higher, his fingers slipping underneath the lace edge of your panties.
When his fingers made contact with your wet, swollen center, you let out a sharp, choked gasp against his ear. You were completely soaked for him, your body betraying every single cold word you had ever spoken to his face.
"Look at you," Jungkook whispered, his voice a deep, rough growl of pure satisfaction as he slid one long finger inside you, testing how tight and wet you were. He began to stroke you, a slow, torturous rhythm that had your head rolling back against the bookshelf. "So mean to everyone out there, but you're dripping wet for me in the dark. Say my name."
"Shut up," you gasped, your hips helplessly rolling against his hand, begging for more pressure. "Just... shut up and move."
Jungkook let out a dark chuckle, his ego completely fed by your desperation. He added a second finger, shifting his thumb to rub heavily against your sensitive nub. The sudden, intense friction sent a blinding wave of pleasure straight through your core. You clamped your teeth onto his shoulder to muffle your scream as your body violently spasmed, your walls tightening aggressively around his fingers as you rode a fierce, shattering climax.
He held you tightly, absorbing the tremors of your body, his own breathing heavy and uneven as he buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.
A few minutes later, the bells for the next class rang through the hallways, shattering the heavy, silent atmosphere of the library.
The reality of what just happened crashed back into the room.
Jungkook slowly let your legs slide down to the floor. His white shirt was wrinkled, his dark hairs messy, and his lips were swollen and red from your teeth. He looked down at you, his eyes still dark with lingering lust, but that familiar, arrogant smirk was already trying to crawl back onto his face. He thought he had won. He thought he had broken the ice queen.
You smoothed down your skirt, your heart still racing, but your expression instantly hardened into a mask of pure, icy indifference. You wiped your lips with the back of your hand, looking at him like he was nothing more than an annoying inconvenience.
"Not bad, Jeon," you said, your voice remarkably steady, cold, and entirely unbothered. You adjusted your collar, looking him up and down with a bored gaze. "Next time, try to be a little quicker. I have a class to get to."
Jungkook’s smirk completely vanished. His eyes widened in absolute disbelief. He had just given you a shattering orgasm against a bookshelf, and you were treating it like a mediocre homework assignment.
"Are you kidding me right now?" he muttered, his voice laced with pure irritation as you picked up your backpack from the floor. "That's all you have to say?"
"What do you want, a trophy?" you shot back smoothly, walking past him toward the aisle exit. You stopped at the edge, looking back over your shoulder with a dangerous, beautiful smile. "See you around, assistant."
You walked out of the library, leaving him standing alone in the shadows, his knuckles white with anger and his body still aching with unfulfilled tension. He was supposed to be the predator, but as he watched you walk away completely unfazed, a terrifying thought hit his mind.
He wasn't winning this game at all. He was drowning in it.
…
The days leading up to graduation were a psychological warfare.
You didn’t soften. If anything, the library incident made you twice as vicious. Every time Jungkook tried to look at you with that smug, possessive *I’ve-seen-you-undone* glint in his eyes, you cut him down with a single, freezing glance. You made it clear that what happened in the dark stayed in the dark, and in the bright, judgmental lights of Westbridge High, he was still just an arrogant target.
And it was driving him absolutely insane.
"You're late with the senior committee notes, Jeon," you said coldly, slamming a heavy leather folder onto his desk during study hall. The room was mostly empty, just a few students scattered in the back rows.
Jungkook was slouched in his chair, a black snapback turned backward on his head, spinning a silver pen between his fingers. He didn't look at the folder. He just leaned back, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a heavy, intense irritation.
"I'll finish them when I feel like it," he muttered, his voice a rough, disrespectful drawl. "Stop breathing down my neck. Unless you miss the view from the library stacks."
You leaned forward, resting both palms on his desk, bringing your face inches from his. The air between you instantly turned to pure friction, thick with a toxic mix of hatred and unyielding attraction.
"Don't flatter yourself," you whispered, your voice a sharp, dangerous blade. "That was just a charity case. I wanted to see if the campus playboy actually had any talent. Turns out, you’re just loud."
Jungkook’s silver pen snapped down onto the desk with a loud crack. He stood up abruptly, his towering frame immediately crowding you, his chest almost brushing yours. The heat radiating off him was suffocating.
"You're a real piece of work, you know that?" he hissed, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle twitched in his cheek. "You act like you're better than everyone else, but you're just a mean, selfish brat who likes to play with fire."
"And you're a cocky, insecure little boy who thinks a leather jacket and a sports car make him a man," you shot back, your eyes flashing with pure malice. "I hate everything about you, Jungkook. Your voice, your face, your pathetic little ego."
"Good," he growled, his hand suddenly shooting out to grip your chin, his thumb pressing firmly against your jawline, forcing you to look up at him. His touch was rough, possessive, and entirely devoid of gentleness. "Because I absolutely loathe you. I hate how you look at me. I hate how you talk to me."
"Then let go," you breathed, your heart hammering a frantic, violent rhythm against your ribs as his gaze dropped to your mouth.
"No," he whispered, his grip tightening just a fraction. "Not until you admit you're thinking about me every single night."
Before you could respond with another biting insult, he yanked you out of the classroom and straight into the narrow, dimly lit janitor's closet across the hall, slamming the door shut and locking it with a sharp click.
The darkness of the closet was absolute, smelling of citrus cleaner and industrial bleach, but the only thing you could focus on was the heavy, ragged sound of Jungkook’s breathing.
He didn't waste time talking. He shoved you back against the concrete wall, his heavy body pinning you in place. His hands grabbed your wrists, pinning them high above your head against the cold wall.
"Let go of me, you savage," you hissed, kicking his shin with your designer boot.
"Make me," he growled back, entirely unbothered by the pain. He leaned his full weight into you, his hard, muscular thighs flattening your legs against the wall. The physical contrast was staggering—his sheer brute strength completely overpowering your fierce resistance.
He dropped his head, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your expensive perfume like a drug. He bit the sensitive skin right under your ear, hard enough to elicit a sharp, angry gasp from your throat.
"I hate how much I want to ruin you," Jungkook panted against your skin, his mouth moving aggressively down to your collarbone. "I want to tear that pretty, arrogant smile right off your face."
"Try it," you challenged, your voice breathless but still laced with pure defiance. "You don't have the nerve."
Jungkook let go of your wrists, but before you could strike him, his hands were tearing at the buttons of your silk blouse, popping two of them off completely. He shoved the fabric away, his large, rough hands mapping the bare skin of your waist, squeezing your flesh with a bruising, desperate hunger.
He unzipped your skirt in one violent motion, letting it drop to your ankles. You reached for him, your fingers clawing at the fabric of his black t-shirt, tearing it upward until your bare breasts pressed against his warm, tensed chest. The sensation was electric, a blinding rush of pure, raw need that erased every ounce of logic from your brain. You hated him, you despised his very existence, but your body was screaming for him to take you.
Jungkook groaned, a dark, primal sound, as his hand slid down between your thighs, ripping your lace panties to the side. He didn't bother with foreplay this time. He didn't care about being gentle. He grabbed your hips, lifting you slightly off the ground.
With one heavy, aggressive thrust, he drove himself completely inside you.
You let out a loud, choked scream, your fingers digging so deep into his shoulder blades that your nails nearly broke the skin. He was so thick, so impossibly hot, stretching you to your absolute limit.
"Fuck," Jungkook swore loudly, his head rolling back as your tight, wet walls clamped around him like a vice. He didn't wait for you to adjust. He began to move inside you with a brutal, relentless rhythm, his hips pounding against yours with a primitive, angry force.
Every thrust rattled your bones against your wall. It was a battle of dominance, a physical manifestation of the war raging in your heads. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, arching your back, meeting every hard, deep stroke with an aggressive tilt of your own hips.
"You're mine," Jungkook muttered darkly, his lips finding yours again, smothering your breathless moans with a deep, invasive kiss. His tongue copied the brutal rhythm of his hips, dominating your mouth while he stretched you inside out. "Say it. Say you're mine."
"Never," you gasped against his lips, tears of pure, overwhelming pleasure pricking the corners of your eyes as the friction hit a fever pitch. "You... you don't own me, Jeon!"
"We'll see about that," he growled, his pace turning fast, frantic, and incredibly deep. He hit a specific, sensitive spot inside you, and your vision went completely white.
A violent, shattering climax ripped through your entire body, your internal muscles spasming aggressively around him. The sheer intensity of your release pushed Jungkook over the edge. With two last, deep, desperate thrusts, he buried himself as far inside you as possible, letting out a roar as he spent himself deep inside your warmth.
For a long time, the only sound in the closet was the heavy, synchronized thudding of your hearts and the ragged gasps of your breathing. Jungkook stayed buried inside you, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his large hands still gripping your waist like he was terrified you'd disappear if he let go.
There was a strange, heavy silence between you now. It wasn't just physical satisfaction; it was the terrifying realization that this wasn't just a game anymore. The hatred was still there, but it had morphed into something deeper, something permanent. You didn't just want to destroy him; you wanted to keep him. And he didn't just want to win a bet; he was completely obsessed with you.
Slowly, Jungkook pulled out of you, the sudden loss of his heat making you shiver.
He stepped back, adjusting his clothes in the dim light. He looked at you, his eyes completely dark, lacking his usual arrogant spark. For a second, he looked almost exposed.
You picked up your skirt, pulling it up and stepping into your boots. Your blouse was missing buttons, but you tied the ends together in a tight, effortless knot, hiding the marks he had left on your chest. You smoothed your hair back, your bad-bitch mask locking right back into place with practiced ease.
"We're even now," you said coldly, your voice cutting through the quiet room like a knife.
Jungkook paused, his hand on the doorknob. He turned his head, his brow furrowing in irritation. "Even? You think this is a scoreboard?"
"Everything with you is a scoreboard, Jungkook," you said smoothly, stepping past him to look out the small crack of the door to ensure the hallway was clear. "Tomorrow is graduation night. Enjoy your final day of thinking you're the king of Westbridge High."
Before he could ask what you meant, you slipped out of the closet and disappeared down the hallway, leaving him alone in the dark.
Jungkook leaned his head against the door, a frustrated, self-deprecating laugh escaping his lips. His hands were still shaking. He was supposed to make her fall in three weeks to win a motorcycle. But as he looked at the empty space where you had just been, the brutal truth finally hit him.
He didn't give a damn about the motorcycle. He was completely, utterly ruined for anyone else.
…
The Westbridge High graduation gala was a massive, glittering sea of black ties, expensive silk dresses, and fake smiles. It was held in the grand ballroom of the city’s finest luxury hotel. Massive crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting a bright, blinding light over the hundreds of seniors celebrating the end of an era. Everyone was laughing, taking photos, and drinking champagne, pretending they were all best friends.
But for you, the real event hadn't even begun. This night wasn't about celebrating a graduation. It was about executing a perfect, ruthless plan.
You stood near the massive chocolate fountain, slowly smoothing down the front of your dress. You had chosen an emerald green silk gown that fit your body like a second skin. It had a dangerously high slit up the left leg, showing off your sharp designer heels every time you took a step. Your hair fell down your back in perfect, glossy waves, and your lips were painted a sharp, bloody red. You looked absolutely stunning, like an untouchable queen—and a lethal weapon.
"You look like you're about to murder someone," your friend whispered, nudging your shoulder as she looked at your intense expression.
"Just taking out the trash," you replied smoothly. Your voice was calm, sweet, and entirely empty of warmth.
Your eyes scanned the crowded ballroom, moving past the dancing couples and the crying groups of friends, until they finally landed on the VIP lounge area in the back corner.
Jungkook was there. He was looking effortlessly handsome in a tailored black suit that made his broad shoulders look even wider. His white collared shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the top, giving him that careless, arrogant bad-boy look he loved so much. His dark hair was styled perfectly, falling slightly into his eyes. Mingyu and Yugyeom were crowding around him, laughing loudly, drinking from crystal glasses, and slapping his back. They kept checking the silver watches on their wrists.
The three-week deadline was up tonight. The game was reaching its final seconds.
You watched from across the room as Yugyeom reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a sleek, heavy silver set of keys. It was the key to the vintage motorcycle Jungkook had been drooling over for months. Yugyeom handed them over with a smirk, shaking Jungkook’s hand.
Jungkook took the keys, his fingers wrapping around the silver metal. But he didn't look happy. He didn't look like a guy who had just won a massive bet. Instead, his face looked exhausted, his jaw tightly clenched as his dark eyes restlessly scanned the massive ballroom. He was looking for someone. He was looking for you.
When his eyes finally locked onto your emerald dress, he stopped breathing for a fraction of a second. The arrogant smirk on his face completely died.
You didn't look away. You held his intense gaze across the crowded room, slowly lifting your glass of champagne in a mocking, silent toast. A dangerous, beautiful smile spread across your red lips. Then, you turned on your heel, the silk of your dress whispering against your skin, and walked toward the large glass doors leading out to the grand outdoor terrace. You knew exactly what he would do. He was too proud, too angry, and too obsessed to stay inside. He would follow you like a dog on a leash.
The outdoor terrace was completely empty, cooled by the midnight breeze coming off the city streets below. The loud, pounding bass of the ballroom music became a distant hum behind the thick glass doors. The air out here was fresh, smelling of wet concrete and night air. You walked over to the edge, leaning your hands against the cold marble balustrade, looking out at the million blinking lights of the city skyline.
A few seconds later, the heavy glass doors slid open with a soft hiss, and then closed again.
Heavy, confident footsteps echoed on the stone floor behind you. You didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. The sharp scent of his expensive, smoky cologne cut through the midnight air, wrapping around your senses. Jungkook stopped just a foot away from you, his presence immediately making the wide-open terrace feel suffocatingly small. His breathing was heavy, a chaotic mix of frustration, anger, and a deep, lingering desire radiating off his body.
"You've been avoiding me all night," Jungkook said. His voice was a low, rough growl that vibrated through the quiet air. He stepped closer, crowding your space, his large shadow completely falling over you. "Are you finally ready to admit defeat? The game is over tonight, sweetheart. Graduation is happening, and you're still standing next to me."
You let out a soft, melodic laugh. It was a cold, cruel sound that cut right through his confidence. You slowly turned around, resting your lower back against the marble railing, crossing your arms over your chest. You looked up at his handsome face, entirely unbothered, your expression full of brutal amusement.
"You're right, Jungkook. The game is over tonight," you said smoothly, your voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Did you enjoy your little victory lap with the boys inside? Did Yugyeom give you the shiny new keys to your motorcycle?"
Jungkook completely froze. The smug, arrogant look on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a rare flash of genuine, pale shock. His eyes widened, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. "What did you just say?"
"Oh, come on, Jeon. Did you really think you were that smart?" You took a slow step forward, closing the distance between you until the emerald silk of your gown was almost brushing against the dark fabric of his expensive suit. You looked up into his dark eyes through your eyelashes, your smile dripping with sweet, lethal poison. "I heard every single word of your pathetic little conversation on the beach house balcony three weeks ago. I knew about the motorcycle. I knew about the three-week deadline. I knew exactly what the ice queen was supposed to do."
Jungkook’s breath hitched loudly in his throat. For the first time since you had known him, he looked completely defenseless, his chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven movements. The terrifying realization was washing over him, painting his pale skin with panic. "You... you knew the whole time? From the very first day?"
"The entire time," you whispered, mocking him with your calm tone. "Every single word. Every cheesy compliment at the lockers, every stupid little date, every touch... I was playing along, Jungkook. You thought you were the predator at Westbridge High? You thought you were tracking a deer? You were my entertainment. I let you think you were winning because it was amusing to watch you try so hard. I let you touch me because I wanted to see how desperate and pathetic you would get. And look at you now."
You let your eyes travel down his suit, then back up to his face with a look of pure, unadulterated disgust.
"You didn't win me, Jungkook. You didn't break the ice queen," you said, each word hitting him like a physical blow. "You ruined your own sanity for a piece of metal. I let you into my space because I wanted to destroy you. I loathe you, Jungkook. I always have, and I always will. You mean absolutely nothing to me."
Jungkook’s face contorted into an expression of pure, burning fury, mixed with something agonizingly raw, something that looked almost like heartbreak. His eyes turned incredibly dark, wild with a toxic mix of hatred and obsession. He couldn't handle it. His massive ego had just been shattered into a million pieces by the only girl he had ever actually cared about conquering.
With a low, angry sound, his hands shot out, his fingers locking tightly around your upper arms. He yanked you forward with a violent pull, crashing your body hard against his chest. The physical impact made you gasp, your hands automatically pressing against his lapels to keep yourself from suffocating under his weight.
"So it was all a lie?" Jungkook hissed, his face dropping down until his lips were inches from yours, his hot breath fanning across your skin. His grip on your arms was so tight it was going to leave bruises, but he didn't care. He was completely out of his mind with rage. "Everything we did? In the library stacks? In the janitor's closet? You're telling me you felt absolutely nothing when I was inside you?"
"I felt physical attraction, obviously. You're not bad to look at, Jeon," you shot back instantly, your voice remaining steady and cold, refusing to let him see the frantic, terrified pounding of your heart against your ribs. "But love? Affection? Connection? Don't be pathetic. It was just a game. And I won."
Jungkook let out a dark, broken laugh that sounded more like a sob of pure anger. He looked at you like he wanted to tear you apart, but at the same time, he looked like he wanted to swallow you whole. The physical tension between your bodies was heavy, thick, and completely suffocating, vibrating with an dangerous mix of revenge and a dark obsession that neither of you could kill.
"You think you won?" he whispered, his voice dropping into a terrifying, deep register that sent a shiver straight down your spine. He leaned down, his eyes burning into your soul with a promise of absolute destruction. "You think you can just walk away from this, put your little mask back on, and pretend I didn't ruin you for anyone else? You hate me? Good. Keep hating me, you beautiful, selfish brat. Because I'm going to make sure I'm the only thing you think about, the only name you scream, for the rest of your pathetic life."
Before you could open your mouth to scream another biting insult, he slammed his lips against yours.
The kiss was brutal, toxic, and utterly filled with a desperate need for revenge. There was absolutely no gentleness in it. He tasted like expensive liquor, mint, and pure desperation. He used his tongue to aggressively force his way inside your mouth, dominating you, punishing you for every single cold word you had just spoken to his face.
Your hands gripped the fabric of his suit jacket tightly, your fingers curling into the material as you tried to fight his weight, but your body was betraying you once again. The raw, violent chemistry between you two was too strong, too addictive.
You bit his lower lip hard, tasting the metallic tang of iron as blood broke on his skin, but Jungkook only groaned darkly into your mouth, his grip on your waist tightening until he lifted your feet slightly off the stone floor, driving himself deeper into the kiss. It was a silent, desperate declaration that he would never let you go, even if it destroyed you both.
With a harsh, breathless gasp, you finally found the strength to forcefully shove his chest, tearing your lips away from his. You were both panting heavily, your chest heaving, your perfect red lipstick smeared across your mouth and his jaw. You looked at him with absolute, unyielding coldness, your eyes like two chips of ice in the moonlight.
"We are done, Jungkook," you said, your voice remarkably steady as you reached down to smooth the silk of your green gown, hiding the shaking of your hands. "Enjoy your motorcycle. You paid a very high price for it."
You turned around, not giving him another second of your time, and walked back toward the glass doors. You didn't look back as you slid the door open and stepped back into the warm, brightly lit ballroom, leaving Jeon Jungkook standing alone in the darkness of the terrace, his hands trembling and his chest heaving with a fury he couldn't escape.
An hour later, the graduation gala was finally winding down. The music had stopped, and the entire senior class was gathering in the massive, marble-floored lobby of the hotel, waiting for the final graduation announcements and saying their final goodbyes.
Suddenly, a loud, synchronized chorus of pings echoed through the entire lobby.
Almost every single student reached into their pockets, pulling out their phones as a mass text notification flashed on their screens. A mass message had just been sent to the entire Westbridge High student database from an untraceable, anonymous number.
You slowly pulled your phone from your small designer clutch, a vicious, deeply satisfied smile spreading across your lips as you looked down at the screen.
It was an audio file. Specifically, it was the crystal-clear, undeniable recording of Jungkook, Mingyu, and Yugyeom from three weeks ago at the beach house party.
The loud, arrogant voice of Jungkook echoed through hundreds of pairs of headphones and speakers across the lobby: "A month is too long. Give me three weeks. By graduation night, she’ll be begging me to be her boyfriend. The ice queen is going to melt, boys. Watch me."
The entire lobby went dead, terrifyingly silent. The laughter stopped. The crying stopped. Hundreds of heads slowly, deliberately turned to look at the entrance of the lobby, where Jungkook was standing with his hands in his pockets.
The whispers started instantly—sharp, judgmental, and mocking. In a matter of mere seconds, Jungkook’s carefully built, untouchable reputation as the flawless, dominant king of the school was utterly shattered. He wasn't the cool, mysterious bad boy anymore. He was exposed to the entire world as a tacky, desperate loser who used girls as playground bets to win a motorcycle.
Mingyu and Yugyeom looked panicked, their faces turning completely red as people started staring at them with disgust. But Jungkook didn't even reach for his phone. He didn't have to. He already knew exactly what it was.
He slowly turned his head, his dark, intense eyes moving across the crowded lobby, cutting through the sea of whispering students until they found yours. He knew exactly who did it. He knew this was your final, devastating stroke of revenge. You had let him believe he was winning, let him take his prize, and then you had publicly executed his social standing in front of everyone he knew.
You didn't hide. You stood directly under the massive, bright crystal chandelier in the center of the lobby, your green silk dress glowing under the light. You looked right back at him, your chin held high, a cold, triumphant smile plastered on your face. You had won. You had destroyed him.
But as Jungkook continued to stare at you across the silent room, his expression didn't change to shame. He didn't look defeated. He didn't look embarrassed.
Instead, a slow, incredibly dangerous, and terrifying smirk began to creep onto his bloody lips. His dark eyes flared with a new kind of hunger, a dark, promises-filled fire that made your blood run cold. He wasn't broken by your revenge. He was challenged. Your public betrayal hadn't pushed him away; it had only fueled the toxic fire inside him, turning his competitive bet into a permanent, deeply dangerous obsession.
This wasn't an ending. This was a brutal declaration of war.
You both knew that high school was officially over tonight. You both knew that college started in exactly two months. And most importantly, you both knew that you had both been accepted into the exact same elite university city campus. As you stared at each other across the ruined remnants of your high school social ladder, a chilling, addictive thrill rushed through your veins.
The high school game was finally finished, but the real, toxic war was about to begin. And neither of you had any intention of losing.
The heavy mahogany doors of the luxury hotel ballroom slammed shut behind you, cutting off the suffocating noise of the crowd. You stepped into the dim, deserted corridor that led to the private executive suites. The adrenaline that had carried you through the public exposure in the lobby was beginning to morph into something heavier, a thick, throbbing ache between your thighs and a wild, racing pulse that refused to slow down.
Before you could take another step, a hand clamped onto your wrist like a steel shackle.
You were violently yanked backward, your back hitting the plush wallpapered wall of the corridor with a soft thud. A massive, looming body immediately crowded you, cutting off all light and escape. The familiar, intoxicating scent of tobacco, dark whiskey, and expensive cedarwood flooded your senses.
Jungkook.
His jacket was gone, his white button-down shirt wrinkled and torn open at the collar, showing the frantic, heavy rise and fall of his chest. His face was a mask of pure, unadulterated fury. The muscle in his jaw was twitching violently, his teeth grinding together so hard you could hear it in the silence of the hallway. But beneath the rage, his eyes were wide, dark, and completely consumed by a terrifying, dangerous addiction.
He didn't look at you like he hated you. He looked at you like you were his oxygen, and you had just cut off the supply.
"You absolute bitch," he breathed, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sent a violent shiver down your spine. He leaned his face down, his nose almost brushing against yours, his hot, ragged breath hitting your lips. "You leaked it. You had the tape the entire time and you played me like a fucking fool."
You didn't flinch. You tilted your chin up, your emerald green dress shifting against his legs, your eyes wide and burning with your own defensive malice. "I told you, Jeon. You're a child playing a man's game. Did you think I was going to let you walk away with your pathetic little pride intact? I ruined you. Look at you. You’re nothing but a joke to the entire school now."
"You think I care about them?" Jungkook roared, his voice cracking with a sudden, raw vulnerability that shocked you. He slammed both palms against the wall on either side of your head, the sound echoing loudly in the narrow hallway. He was shaking. The untouchable, arrogant Jeon Jungkook was physically trembling with rage and desperation right in front of you. "You think I give a single fuck about a motorcycle or those idiots in the lobby? I was a fool because I thought I was the one pulling the strings. I was a fool because I actually believed you were letting your guard down for me."
He took a deep, ragged breath, his eyes dropping to your lips, dark and wild with an intense, agonizing craving.
"I’m addicted to you," he whispered, the admission sounding like a curse, torn directly from his throat. "I hate you so much it makes my blood burn, but I can't look at anyone else. I can't touch anyone else. You did this to me. You planned this whole thing to break my ego, and all it did was make me want to tear you to pieces."
A cruel, mocking smile spread across your red lips, though your heart was hammering so hard against your ribs it felt painful. "Then tear me to pieces, Jungkook. But you’ll still be the loser of this game."
Jungkook let out a feral, frustrated sound, completely pushed past his limit. He grabbed the front of your silk dress, his fingers bunching the green material tightly as he violently pulled you up against his body. He didn't ask. He didn't tease. He just conquered.
His mouth crashed down onto yours with a primitive, angry force that knocked the air straight out of your lungs.
The kiss was a war zone. It was rude, mean, and hundred times more vicious than anything you had shared in the dark corners of the school. He bit your lip hard, drawing blood instantly, his tongue forcing its way past your teeth to claim your mouth with a possessive, toxic hunger. You groaned against his mouth, the metallic taste of blood making your head spin, your hands shooting up to grip his hair, pulling him closer even as you tried to fight him off. You hated him. You truly, deeply despised his arrogance, but your body was completely screaming for his touch, melting against his hard chest with a desperate, heavy heat.
Jungkook didn't stop. He was completely out of his mind, driven by a chaotic mix of revenge, anger, and pure lust. He slid his large hand down the high slit of your dress, his rough palm scraping against the bare skin of your thigh. He gripped your hip tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks, and lifted your leg, wrapping it around his waist.
He pinned you against the wall with his hips, the hard, rigid length of him pressing directly against your soaked center through the layers of fabric. You let out a sharp, breathless gasp against his lips, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders as he began to grind his hips against yours in a heavy, torturous rhythm.
"You think you won because you exposed me?" Jungkook panted, tearing his mouth away from yours to bite down on the sensitive skin of your neck, his voice a dark, rough growl against your skin. "Look at you. You're begging for me. You're dripping wet for the guy you claim to loathe. We're both going to hell, sweetheart, and I'm dragging you down with me."
"Shut up," you hissed, your head rolling back against the wall as his mouth moved lower, his teeth grazing your collarbone. "Just... shut up and finish it."
"No," he whispered dangerously, his fingers sliding underneath the lace of your panties, finding your swollen, slick nub and rubbing it with a cruel, agonizingly slow pressure that made your vision instantly blur. You arched your back, a loud, helpless moan escaping your lips. Jungkook looked up at you, his dark eyes wide and filled with a sick, triumphant satisfaction. "I'm not going to make it easy for you. You want to hate me? Then hate me while I do this to you."
He added another finger, pushing deep inside your tight, wet heat, driving a frantic, breathless pace that had your body violently trembling in his arms. The physical tension between you was so high, so incredibly thick with malice and pure attraction, that every single touch felt like an explosion. You locked your arms around his neck, pulling his head back down to yours, drowning his arrogant smirk in another desperate, bruising kiss as your hips helplessly rolled against his hand, chasing the friction.
With one final, heavy press of his thumb against your center, your body completely fractured. A violent, shattering climax ripped through you, your internal walls clamping aggressively around his fingers as you let out a muffled scream into his shoulder.
Jungkook held you tightly against the wall, absorbing the frantic tremors of your body, his own breathing heavy, ragged, and completely broken. He didn't let you slide down. He kept you pinned there, his forehead resting against yours, his dark eyes looking down into your dazed, exhausted face.
The silence that followed was suffocating. There was no softness. There was no sweet afterglow. The air was still thick with an overwhelming sense of rivalry and revenge. You had exposed his secret, and he had exposed your desperation.
You slowly let your leg drop back to the floor, your hands releasing his shirt. You smoothed down your ruined dress, your expression instantly hardening back into that cold, untouchable mask of pure, unbothered malice. You wiped the blood from your lip with the back of your hand, looking at him like he was nothing more than dirt under your designer heels.
"Are you done throwing your tantrum, Jeon?" you said smoothly, your voice remarkably steady, cutting through the quiet hallway like ice. "Because I have a ride waiting."
Jungkook’s eyes darkened to a terrifying shade of black. The anger rushed right back into his face, his jaw clenching so hard a vein popped on his temple. He looked at you, his chest heaving, completely infuriated that even after this, you could still look at him with so much disrespect. He was a fool, he was an addict, and he was completely, utterly ruined by you.
"This changes nothing," he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous threat as he stepped back, his hands curling into tight fists. "You think you can just walk away and leave me like this? You think you can go to college in two months and pretend I don't exist?"
"I don't think, Jungkook. I know," you replied coldly, adjusting the strap of your dress as you turned away from him. "Enjoy your broken reputation. You earned every bit of it."
You began walking down the long corridor, the sharp click of your heels echoing against the walls, your head held high. You didn't look back. You didn't dare to.
Behind you, Jungkook stood in the middle of the empty hallway, his breathing still ragged, his body still aching with an unfulfilled, toxic desire. He stared at your retreating figure, a slow, deeply twisted, and dangerous smile spreading across his bloody lips. His eyes were wide with a manic, terrifying promise. He hated you with every single fiber of his being, but the thought of ever letting someone else have you made him want to burn the world down.
He didn't want to fix his reputation. He didn't want to win the bet anymore. He just wanted to conquer you, to break your cold pride until you were just as addicted and ruined as he was.
As you reached the exit doors, a sudden, heavy wave of competitive adrenaline rushed through your veins, making your skin tingle. You both knew what was coming in two months. You both knew you were heading to the same city, the same campus, the same elite circle.
This wasn't a fresh start, and it certainly wasn't a peaceful truce. It was a toxic, permanent tether. You were going to spend the next four years trying to destroy each other's lives, driven by a mutual, burning hatred that felt more intense, more consuming, and more violently addictive than any love story could ever be.
The war wasn't over. It had just gotten a thousand times meaner.
Sweet Dreams, Jeon
Genre: Rom-Com, Smut, Slow Burn, Arranged Marriage AU Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Tone: Playful, Tense, Steamy, Fluff-filled Chaos Word Count: ~6k Warnings: Explicit 18+ content, wet dreams, mutual masturbation, praise kink, soft dom Jungkook, awkward fluff, teasing, intense sexual tension, detailed smut (including oral), consenting adults. Rating: 18+, Minors DNI
The air in the Jeon household is thick with the scent of jasmine tea and the soft hum of a K-drama playing in the background. It’s been exactly one month since you and Jungkook exchanged vows in a quiet, traditional ceremony arranged by your parents. The wedding was a blur of silk hanboks, polite smiles, and whispered promises neither of you fully knew how to process. Your families, thrilled at the union of two "perfectly compatible" souls, had planned this a year ago, giving you twelve months to prepare.
You and Jungkook are cut from the same cloth: reserved, conservative, and so painfully considerate that you’ve spent the past year tiptoeing around each other’s feelings. You’re both introverts, content with silence over small talk, and your interactions have been nothing short of polite. No flirting, no stolen kisses, not even a brush of hands. Just mutual respect and quiet admiration.
Your shared apartment is cozy, a blend of your minimalist tastes and Jungkook’s love for soft textures—plush throws, warm lighting, a couch that’s seen more Netflix marathons than either of you care to admit. You’ve fallen into a rhythm: grocery shopping together, cooking simple meals, and watching dramas late into the night. You love the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs at a cheesy rom-com scene or how he insists on carrying the heavier bags when you shop. He’s sweet, attentive, and so infuriatingly respectful that you sometimes wish he’d just do something to break the tension.
But there’s a secret you’ve been guarding, one that’s haunted you since the engagement was sealed a year ago: your dreams. Vivid, unrelenting, wild dreams of Jungkook that leave you breathless and aching when you wake. They started innocently enough—a soft kiss here, his hand brushing your cheek there. But as the wedding drew closer, they turned feral.
In one particularly vivid dream, you’re in a dimly lit room, the air heavy with anticipation. Jungkook stands before you, his dark eyes glinting with a confidence you’ve never seen in real life. His black button-up is half-unbuttoned, revealing the intricate tattoos curling over his chest and arm, his muscles taut as he steps closer. He doesn’t ask for permission; he doesn’t need to.
“You want me, don’t you?” he murmurs, voice low and gravelly, as he pins you against the wall with a single hand pressed above your head. His other hand slides down your body, rough fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, teasing the edge of your lace underwear. “Say it,” he demands, lips brushing your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You’re trembling, nodding, whispering, “Yes, Jungkook, please…” as his fingers slip beneath the fabric, finding you soaked and aching for him. He smirks, all control and desire, and just as he leans in to kiss you, you wake, heart pounding, thighs slick, and a mortified groan escaping your lips. You thought marriage would stop these dreams. You were wrong.
It’s 2 a.m., and you’re asleep in the king-sized bed you share with Jungkook. Your “bed zones” are an unspoken rule: he stays on the left, you on the right, a no-man’s-land of pillows between you. You’re curled into your side, breathing softly, unaware of the storm brewing in your subconscious.
In your dream, Jungkook is shirtless, his tattoos glinting in the moonlight as he hovers over you. His lips graze your ear, voice a low growl: “You’re mine, aren’t you? My good girl.” His hands slide down your sides, fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you closer, and you’re gasping, arching into him, whispering his name like a prayer—
“Jungkook… please…” The words slip from your lips, soft but unmistakable, as your body shifts in sleep. One hand grips the sheet, the other drifts lower, brushing against the hem of your sleep shorts. You’re lost in the dream, hips grinding faintly against the pillow tucked between your thighs, unaware of the real world.
Jungkook is awake, propped against the headboard with his gaming headset on, the glow of his phone casting soft light across his face. He’s been grinding through a late-night session of Overwatch, trying to distract himself from the fact that you’re sleeping just inches away, looking unfairly beautiful in your oversized sleep shirt. He’s been hyper-aware of you lately—your soft laughs, the way you tuck your hair behind your ear, the faint scent of your lavender body wash. It’s driving him insane, but he’s too shy to act on it.
Then he hears it.
“Jungkook…”
His thumb freezes on the screen. He yanks off his headset, heart pounding. Did he imagine that? He glances at you, and his breath catches. You’re shifting in your sleep, lips parted, a soft whimper escaping as you murmur his name again. “Jungkook… please…”
His face burns. His mind short-circuits. He’s torn between panic and fascination as he notices your hand moving under the covers, your hips rocking subtly against the pillow. The realization hits him like a freight train: you’re dreaming about him. And not just any dream—a wet dream.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair. His eyes are wide, cheeks flushed as he tries to process what’s happening. Part of him wants to wake you, but that feels like a violation. Another part—a part he’s trying very hard to ignore—is painfully aroused. He shifts uncomfortably, adjusting his sweatpants as his body betrays him.
He tries to focus on his phone, but your next moan—“More, please…”—sends him spiraling. He drops the phone onto the bed, the clatter louder than he intended, and freezes, praying it didn’t wake you. It doesn’t. You’re still lost in your dream, oblivious to the chaos you’re causing.
The next morning, Jungkook is a walking disaster. You’re at the kitchen counter, sipping coffee, completely unaware of the bomb that went off in his head last night. He stumbles into the kitchen, hair a mess, eyes avoiding yours like you’re the sun and he’s a vampire.
“Morning,” you say cheerfully, oblivious to his internal meltdown.
“M-morning!” he squeaks, then clears his throat, trying to sound normal. “Uh, sleep well?”
You nod, smiling. “Yeah, like a rock. You?”
He chokes on his water, coughing violently. “Y-yeah, fine. Totally fine.” He grabs a pair of chopsticks to start eating breakfast and promptly drops them on the floor. “Shit—sorry!” He dives under the table to retrieve them, banging his head on the way up. “Ow! Ouch!!”
You blink, concerned. “You okay, Kook?”
“Fine! Great! Never better!” He’s practically shouting, his face red as he scrambles to sit down. You raise an eyebrow but don’t push. He’s been weird lately—randomly offering you back rubs, calling you “babe” yesterday before turning purple and pretending it didn’t happen. You chalk it up to him trying to be more affectionate, which only makes your dreams worse.
Because oh, the dreams. Last night’s was particularly vivid, seared into your memory like a forbidden film reel. In the dream, you’re in your kitchen, the same one you’re standing in now, but the atmosphere is different—charged, electric. Jungkook’s eyes are dark, his usual shy demeanor replaced by a quiet intensity. He steps closer, crowding you against the counter, his hands firm as he grips your hips and lifts you onto the cool granite surface.
“You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends heat pooling between your thighs. His fingers, calloused from hours at the gym, slide up your skirt, tugging your panties aside with a slow, deliberate motion.
“Look at you,” he whispers, his breath hot against your neck. “So wet for me, baby.” His thumb brushes your clit, teasing, while his other hand cups your breast through your thin shirt, pinching your nipple just enough to make you gasp.
You’re trembling, clinging to his shoulders, whispering, “Jungkook, please…” as he slides a finger inside you, curling it just right. He leans in, lips grazing yours, promising more, but then you wake, flushed and aching, thighs pressed together under the covers.
You’re mortified that you’re still dreaming like this after marriage, the images so vivid you can’t look at Jungkook without picturing his dream-self, all confidence and dirty talk, so unlike the shy, respectful man currently fumbling with his toast, crumbs scattering across the table as he avoids your gaze.
The tension builds over the next few days. You avoid eye contact at all costs, terrified he’ll somehow know about the dreams. Every time he tries to talk to you, you turn into a stuttering mess, memories of dream-Jungkook’s hands and voice haunting you.
Jungkook, meanwhile, is losing his mind. He’s caught you moaning his name three more times, each incident leaving him more flustered and aroused. He’s started sleeping with a pillow over his ears, but it doesn’t help. He’s clumsy now, tripping over his own feet, dropping things, and accidentally brushing against you when you pass in the hallway. Each touch feels like a spark, and he’s starting to wonder if you’re avoiding him on purpose.
One evening, you’re both on the couch, watching a rom-com. You’re curled into your corner, a blanket draped over your lap to hide the way your thighs press together when Jungkook’s arm brushes yours. He’s trying to focus on the movie, but his eyes keep darting to you, catching the way you bite your lip when the leads kiss on screen.
“You okay?” he asks, voice soft but laced with something you can’t place.
You jump, nearly spilling your popcorn. “Y-yeah! Just… invested in the movie!”
He nods, unconvinced, and shifts closer. “You’ve been kinda jumpy lately. Did I… do something?”
Your heart races. “No! You’re perfect—I mean, fine! You’re fine!” You cringe at your own words, burying your face in the blanket. He’s so close, his warmth seeping into you, and all you can think about is dream-Jungkook pinning you to this very couch.
It’s late, and you’re both in couch, the TV playing the end credits of another drama. You’ve fallen asleep, your head lolling onto a pillow, one hand under the covers. Jungkook is awake, heart pounding as he watches you, half-hoping, half-dreading what might happen.
It starts softly—a breathy whimper, your lips parting as you sigh his name. “Jungkook…” The sound is needy, laced with a desperation that sends a jolt straight to his core. He shifts, propping himself on one elbow, eyes fixed on you. Your brow furrows, a soft moan escaping as your hand moves under the covers, fingers brushing the hem of your sleep shorts. Your hips shift, rocking subtly against the pillow tucked between your thighs, seeking friction as you murmur, “Please… Jungkook, touch me…” Your voice is a plea, raw and unfiltered, and it’s unraveling him.
He’s transfixed, guilt and desire warring within him. His own hand drifts lower, almost unconsciously, stroking himself through his sweatpants as he watches you. Your moans grow louder, more insistent—“Jungkook, I need you…”—and he bites his lip, trying to stay silent, but his breathing is ragged, his body betraying him as he grips himself tighter. The sight of you, lost in your dream, lips parted, body writhing, is too much. He’s torn between waking you and letting you stay in this private, forbidden moment.
Then you moan again, louder, your hand slipping further under the covers, fingers pressing against yourself through the thin fabric of your shorts. “Jungkook… right there…” you whisper, and he can’t help it—he lets out a sharp gasp, his hand moving faster as he strokes himself, the guilt drowned out by the overwhelming need coursing through him.
The sound wakes you. Your eyes flutter open, disoriented, the dream still clinging to you like a second skin. Then you see him: Jungkook, propped up on one elbow, face flushed, eyes wide and dark with something you’ve never seen in him before. His hand is frozen mid-stroke, his sweatpants tented, and the air between you is thick with unspoken truth.
The silence is deafening.
You bolt upright, yanking the blanket over yourself, your face burning with mortification. “Oh my God—Jungkook, I—”
He cuts you off, voice shaky but gentle. “I didn’t mean to—I heard you, and I… fuck, I’m sorry.” He’s scrambling to sit up, nearly falling off the bed in his panic, his hands fumbling to cover himself.
You’re trembling, tears prickling your eyes. “I didn’t mean to! It’s just these stupid dreams—I thought they’d stop after we got married!” You try to bolt for the bathroom, but he catches your wrist, his touch soft but firm, grounding you.
“Wait,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s okay. I… I heard you before. A few nights ago. You were saying my name, and I… I didn’t know what to do.”
You stare at him, heart in your throat. “You knew?”
He nods, cheeks red. “I thought I was dreaming at first. But then it kept happening, and… God, it’s been driving me crazy. You dream about me doing… what, exactly?”
You take a deep breath, the words spilling out in a mix of embarrassment and relief. “It’s… intense. You’re different in them. Confident. Dominant. You say things like… ‘You’re mine’ or ‘My good girl,’ and you… touch me. Everywhere. It’s not like real you—you’re so gentle, and I love that, but dream-you is…” You trail off, face burning.
Jungkook’s eyes darken, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly. “Dream-me sounds like an asshole,” he jokes, but his voice is low, husky. “But… do you like it? The dreams?”
You nod, barely audible. “Too much.”
He swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. “I’ve been trying so hard to be respectful, to not push you. But hearing you… it’s been killing me. I want to make you feel like that. For real.”
You meet his gaze, heart pounding. “Then why don’t you?”
The air crackles with tension as you stare at each other, the weight of your confession hanging between you. Jungkook hesitates, then leans in, his lips brushing your nose instead of your mouth. You both laugh, the awkwardness breaking the spell.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, grinning. “Let’s try that again.”
This time, his lips find yours, soft and tentative at first, then deepening as you lean into him. It’s sweet, clumsy, and so Jungkook—nothing like the commanding dream version, but better, because it’s real. His hands fumble with the hem of your shirt, and you giggle as he gets tangled, pulling it off with a sheepish grin.
“Smooth,” you tease, and he pouts, playfully tackling you back onto the bed.
“Give me a break, I’m nervous!” he laughs, but his eyes are intense, scanning your face for permission. You nod, and he kisses you again, slower this time, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that makes you moan softly.
He pulls back, eyes wide. “Was that okay?”
“More than okay,” you whisper, tugging him closer. His hands slide under your shirt, fingers grazing your skin, and you shiver, the sensation so much better than any dream. He pauses, looking at you like you’re a treasure he’s afraid to break.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, and your heart melts. He kisses down your neck, slow and deliberate, his breath hot against your skin. You arch into him, and he groans, hands tightening on your hips.
“Tell me what you want,” he says, voice low, echoing the dream version but softer, more real. “I want to make you feel good.”
You blush, guiding his hand lower. “Touch me… like in my dreams.”
His fingers slip beneath your shorts, finding you already wet, and he curses under his breath. “Fuck, you’re soaked.” His touch is gentle at first, circling your clit with a hesitancy that makes you ache for more. You guide him, showing him what you like, and soon he’s stroking you with confidence, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “You’re so perfect. My good girl.”
The words send a jolt through you, straight out of your dreams, and you moan, hips bucking against his hand. He watches you, fascinated, as he slides a finger inside, then another, curling them just right. “Like this?” he asks, and you nod frantically, clutching his shoulders.
“Yes, Jungkook, please—” Your words dissolve into a gasp as he finds a rhythm, his thumb circling your clit while his fingers pump slowly, deliberately. You’re trembling, the pleasure building too fast, and he senses it, slowing down to tease you.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, kissing you deeply. “I want to taste you first.”
You blush furiously, but he’s already moving, tugging your shorts down and settling between your thighs. His lips brush your inner thigh, and you squirm, half-embarrassed, half-desperate. His tongue flicks against you, tentative at first, then bold, lapping at your clit with a hunger that makes you cry out. He groans against you, the vibration sending you spiraling, and you tangle your fingers in his hair, urging him on.
“Jungkook, I’m—” You don’t finish, your orgasm crashing over you as he sucks gently, drawing out every wave. You’re panting, dazed, as he crawls back up, kissing you so you taste yourself on his lips.
“Your turn,” you murmur, reaching for him, but he stops you, laughing softly.
“I’m not gonna last if you touch me right now,” he admits, cheeks red. “But I want to feel you. All of you.”
You nod, heart racing as he strips off his shirt, revealing the tattoos you’ve only seen in dreams. He’s gorgeous, all lean muscle and flushed skin, and you pull him close, kissing him as he fumbles with a condom from the nightstand. He’s clumsy, dropping it twice, and you both laugh, the tension easing.
When he finally slides into you, it’s slow, careful, his eyes locked on yours. “Is this okay?” he asks, and you nod, wrapping your legs around him. He fills you perfectly, the stretch delicious, and you moan his name, urging him to move.
He does, slow at first, then faster, his hips snapping against yours as he finds a rhythm. “You feel so good,” he groans, hands gripping your thighs. “Better than any dream.” You replies.
You laugh breathlessly, pulling him down for a kiss. “You have no idea.”
The pleasure builds, intense and overwhelming, and you cling to him, nails digging into his back as you both chase release. He whispers praise against your skin—“So beautiful, so perfect, my good girl”—and you shatter, your second orgasm pulling him over the edge with you. He collapses onto you, both of you panting, giggling, a mess of limbs and love.
By the next weekend, Jungkook is grinning like an idiot, making pancakes in the kitchen while you sit on the counter, swinging your legs and stealing bites of batter from the bowl. He’s wearing a loose black t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair still mussed from sleep, a few strands falling into his eyes. The kitchen smells of vanilla and butter, and the morning light filters through the window, casting a warm glow over his focused expression as he flips a pancake with a dramatic flourish, nearly dropping it.
“Show-off,” you tease, dipping your finger into the batter and licking it off, earning a playful glare from him.
“Thief,” he retorts, leaning over to boop your nose with a batter-covered spatula, leaving a smudge. You squeal, swatting at him, and he laughs, the sound bright and boyish, making your heart flutter.
“So,” he says, turning back to the stove, his tone teasing as he pours another ladle of batter. “What did dream-me do last night? You said I left you hanging again.” He glances over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised, his lips twitching into a mischievous smile.
You blush, the memory of last night’s dream flashing through your mind: Jungkook, his hands tangled in your hair, guiding you to your knees as he leaned against the wall, his voice rough and needy. “Want your mouth, baby,” he’d murmured, and you’d woken up just as you parted your lips, aching with want. You shift on the counter, thighs pressing together, and mumble, “You’re gonna laugh.”
He turns fully now, leaning against the counter with a spatula in hand, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Try me.”
You cover your face, groaning. “Fine. In the dream… I wanted to feel you in my mouth. Like… you know.” Your voice is barely a whisper, and you peek through your fingers to see his reaction.
His eyes widen, the spatula slipping from his hand and clattering to the floor. “W-what?” he stammers, cheeks flushing pink. “You mean… you wanted to—?” He makes a vague gesture, too flustered to finish.
You nod, mortified but giggling at his reaction. “Yeah. And then I woke up, and you left me hanging, as usual.”
He swallows hard, his blush deepening as he steps closer, caging you against the counter with his arms. “That’s… uh… a lot to process,” he says, voice low, but there’s a glint in his eyes, a mix of shyness and desire. “But… you want that? For real?”
Your heart races, and you nod, biting your lip. “Maybe.”
He grins, that boyish, lopsided smile that makes your stomach flip. “Well, dream-me’s got nothing on real-me. Want me to fix that?”
You laugh, shoving his chest playfully. “Jungkook, you’re making pancakes!”
He leans in, lips brushing your ear, voice a teasing whisper. “Pancakes can wait. My wife can’t.” The words send a shiver down your spine, and before you can respond, he’s kissing you, soft and slow, his hands sliding up your thighs to pull you closer. The batter bowl is forgotten as you wrap your arms around his neck, melting into him.
He pulls back, eyes dark with intent. “Bedroom,” he murmurs, and you nod, letting him lead you by the hand. The apartment is quiet except for the faint sizzle of the forgotten stove, which he quickly turns off with a sheepish grin before tugging you toward the bed.
In the bedroom, the morning light filters through the curtains, casting soft patterns across the sheets. Jungkook sits on the edge of the bed, pulling you between his legs, his hands gentle but firm on your hips. “You sure about this?” he asks, eyes searching yours, always checking, always caring.
“Yes,” you whisper, kneeling before him, your hands resting on his thighs. His breath hitches as you tug at the waistband of his sweatpants, sliding them down along with his boxers. He’s already hard, and you bite your lip, the sight of him making your mouth water, just like in your dream.
You lean in, kissing the tip softly, and he groans, hands fisting the sheets. “Fuck, baby…” His voice is low, shaky, and you feel a surge of confidence at the way he’s unraveling already. You take him into your mouth, slow at first, savoring the weight of him, the taste, the way his head tips back with a soft moan. Your tongue swirls around him, teasing the underside, and his hand finds your hair, not pushing, just holding, grounding himself.
“You’re so good,” he breathes, voice thick with praise. “My perfect girl.” The words echo your dreams, but they’re better now, real and raw, his voice trembling with need. You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, and he curses softly, hips twitching as he fights to stay still. You hum around him, the vibration drawing another groan, and you glance up to see his eyes locked on you, dark and intense, his lips parted.
It doesn’t take long before he’s panting, warning you with a strained, “Baby, I’m close…” You don’t pull away, wanting to give him everything, and when he comes, it’s with a low, guttural moan of your name, his hand tightening in your hair. You swallow, licking your lips as you pull back, and he looks at you like you’ve just hung the stars.
He pulls you up, kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. “You’re gonna kill me,” he murmurs against your lips, and you laugh, collapsing onto the bed beside him. He tucks you into his chest, his arms warm and secure, and you lie there for a moment, basking in the quiet intimacy.
Later, back in the kitchen, he’s back to making pancakes, but now he’s stealing kisses between flips, wrapping an arm around your waist as you set the table. You’re both giggling, bumping hips, and when he accidentally drips batter on your cheek, he licks it off, making you squeal. The apartment feels alive with your laughter, the air warm with love and the promise of more mornings like this—fluffy, chaotic, and perfectly yours.
A/n: May this kind of love find me in future. 😈😏
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Ever A Never After — story masterpost
⟶ Title | Ever a Never After (adaptation from Enchanted movie) ⟶ Summary | Growing up in the fairy tale land, your whole life seems to have been written perfectly in the books, with the picturesque life and the Prince Charming that you can see yourself having your happily ever after with. But your entire world turns upside down when you are suddenly sent into a whole new world, a different kind of universe where happily ever after doesn’t exist. Thrust into a new challenge and shown a new side of life, you find yourself standing in a crossroad. When the moment arises, would you find your way back home to your true love, or is the universe trying to show you that sometimes happy endings don’t have to be written so perfectly?
⟶ Pairings | Jungkook x female reader; Seokjin x female reader ⟶ Genre | Strangers to lovers!au, Fairy tale retelling!au, Angst, Smut ⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; specific warnings will be added accordingly on each published chapters ⟶ Status / Current word count / Total word count | ONGOING; latest update: Ever A Never After: Act 2 - Part 2 (Oct 7th, 2024) - 51,865 words of n/a words ⟶ Main Masterlist | Mailbox | Feedback | Ko-fi | Music companion ⟶ Cross-posted in AO3 and Wattpad
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⟶ Story Note | Written in 2nd person POV (in case you’re new to my writing, I don’t use ‘y/n’ coding as all of my lead characters are considered as OCs). In place of the coding, you’ll find a blank space as her name. Please also note that our main character/reader insert for this story has her own nickname that will be used in the scenes. While the story is adapted from the movie, Enchanted, with some characters and places that were mentioned in the movie added into this story, I will be adding changes in the story settings, characters’ names and background stories to fit the plot. That being said, as someone who has never set foot in the land of America, forgive me if there are some inaccuracies in the details that are being added here. I hope that doesn’t change your reading experience with the story.
⟶ Chapters
⇢ Act One. Andalasia, The Maiden, and The Dream Prince [“It’s you. The boy I saw in my dreams.” “It’s me. Your Prince Charming.” | Word count: 19,688 words | posted: May 21st, 2024 | Chapter Teaser]
⇢ Act Two. The Alter World and The Saviour [“I need to find my way back to the castle.” “What castle?” “Why, of course, I’m talking about Andalasia.” “Huh, right. Why don’t I just call you an Uber?” | Word count: 32,185 words | Chapter Teaser]
— Part 1. Welcome to the Alter World [Word count: 15,410 words of 32,185 words - posted on: Sept 16th, 2024] — Part 2. The World Without Magic [Word count: 16,755 of 32,185 words - posted on: Oct 7th, 2024 ]
⇢ Act Three. Fairy Tales and Bittersweet Endings [“You forgot to say the part where you lived happily ever after.” “Happily ever after? That thing doesn’t exist, not in the real world.” | Word count: — | Chapter Teaser]
⇢ Act Four. The Ball for The Kings and Queens and Dragons [“There is a ball for the Queen and Kings at the start of spring. Shall we go together?” “As your Prince Charming, I’ll be happy to escort you.” | Word count: — | Chapter Teaser]
⇢ Act Five. Prince Charming and a Happily Never After [“Look at how the tables have turned, as now I have in my hand the Prince who is supposed to protect the princess.” “Come along now, dear. You wouldn’t want to miss the ending.” | Word count: — | Chapter Teaser]
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⟶ Author’s Note | Originally commissioned by @pinkbtsarmy | It’s finally here! I’m so sorry for taking so long with this one. Thank you so much for commissioning me and for your endless support. As mentioned in our last talk, there will be some changes from the original prompt/details that I’ve made to make the story work better, but I hope you’ll be able to enjoy it still. I have decided to release this one as a mini-series to present the timeline more appropriately and make the storyline work. Have fun reading!
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