•Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Friends-to-Lovers • College (Grad School) AU
Summary: You have - most inconveniently - become obsessed with your dissertation partner’s hands. In an effort to relieve some stress about it, you begin sending texts to your best friend detailing - explicitly - what you want those hands to do to you.
Perhaps you should have checked the number a bit more carefully.
Rating and Warnings: (Explicit/18+) for mature themes, innuendo, and explicit sexual content • unprotected sex • nipple play • use of restraints • there are mirrors • tit slapping…Um. Let me know if I miss something?
Author’s Note: I wrote this in response to my FIRST EVER nsfw prompt which was simply “Jungkook’s hands.” I hope you like it, Anon!
At one point the reader mentions “Fort Knox” which is one of the most secure facilities in the USA.
“Do you think she’ll actually go through and count all of our sources-”
“I only have seventeen, but I looked over documents from the medieval period-”
His fingers plowed through those long chocolate locks in frustration and your eyes literally crossed.
This is nuclear winter bad.
“- not many people have written about this specific style of iconography and the last scholar to contribute meaningfully to the field-”
Jungkook absently reached for his pencil and your pulse scattered in panic.
No. Dear sweet heaven please not the pencil -
He twirled it deftly over his knuckles, flicking his wrist casually so it cracked with a sharp little pop.
Papers slid in all directions as you abruptly shot out of your seat. Jungkook’s startled gaze darted up to yours.
“Yes. Uh yeah. I’m just…thirsty.”
These were the truest words you had ever spoken.
Your sweet, kind, doe-eyed project partner smiled, blissfully unaware of all the ways you were defiling him in your head.
“Kitchen is right around the corner. Help yourself.”
A few moments later - in the relative privacy of Jeon Jungkook’s kitchen, you pressed your forehead against his fancy steel fridge and groaned.
Woman, you’re a disgrace.
It wasn’t always like this. You can still remember a time (3 weeks ago) when you were a normal person and not one good knuckle crack away from being an exhibitionist.
School had been a priority for years. You came from a modest family with a modest income, and that meant you needed to work for every opportunity - academically and financially.
You worked all the way through undergrad and the first year of a Master’s degree in Museum Studies with few breaks and even fewer encounters with the opposite sex.
And you were fine with that. You had goals - dreams. Sure, you were a tad lonely and routinely stressed, but your friends were amazing and you found yourself oddly …
Until Jeon Jungkook wrapped his glorious hands around the proverbial rug and yanked it right out from under you.
At first glance, he posed no true threat. Yes he was gorgeous (you were not legally blind), and well-built, and overwhelmingly polite, but you were no untried novice. If Calculus 211 with Park Jimin hadn’t broken you, then nothing would.
Maybe it was his habit of wearing baggy sleeves that hung loosely over his limbs till only the barest hint of fingertips were visible, but your initial impression of the newest addition to your graduate cohort was unmemorable. Your seasoned brain automatically filtered out anything about him that could be a distraction and then blissfully went about its business… totally unaware that there was a torpedo in the water.
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