genre: twilight AU, straight-up cracky-ass porn, do not look @ me
pairing:Â vampire!taehyung x human!reader x werewolf!jungkook
summary:Â you're torn between the two loves of your life - but maybe you don't have to choose.
word count: 10k đŹ
contains: explicit sexual content~*~ no seriously like i wrote this with my dick it is EXCLUSIVELY twilight-flavored porn sdhfjdkgsdf - taehyung is a vampire, jungkook is a werewolf, reader is in love with both of them, they can't stand each other, yktfv !!!! this is actually an incredibly poorly negotiated threesome, so uh, don't do it like this kids!!!!! just enjoy the filth 𫥠which specifically contains: a m/m/f threesome ft. mid-sex jealousy lol, biting, nipple play, clit stim and fingering, clit biting đ, cunnilingus, spitting, neck.... licking?, a lot of body temperature descriptions bc we're sticking to steph's hot/cold lore bc i think it's funny idk, blowjobs/throat fucking, spit-roasting, first times, unprotected sex, some mildly improbable sex positions because they both have superhuman strength lmfao, a smidge of dirty talk/praise kink, ass play, anal sex, good ol' DP, annnnnd the grand finale: neck-biting and blood-drinking đ€ also tae and jk throw "slurs" like 'leech' and 'dog' at each other the whole time sdfsdfjkf đ
A/N:Â SURPRISE! AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I WILL NOT BE EXPLAINING MYSELF BUT UHHHH ENJOY SOME NONSENSE!!!!
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Youâve been on edge all evening, watching, waiting.
As the sun slips below the horizon and reddens the sky on its departure, you try not to read it as an omen of whatâs to come. Night pours out black like it always does, dark blanketing the lush green outside your bedroom window, but your stomach refuses to untwist.
Not even the touch of Taehyungâs hand can settle your nerves, despite how familiar it is, cold as ice, hard as marble. Heâd climbed in your window at dusk, the way heâs done every night for months now, but tonight the air between you is heavy. Tonight you can barely look at him.
âJagiya,â his hundred-year-old voice drips, sweet like honey, rich like blood in the quiet of your room. âWhatâs wrong?â
You havenât even opened your mouth to answer when his head snaps up, clearly alerted by some sound your weak human ears have yet to pick up on.
Right on time, then.
âTae,â you murmur softly, bringing one hand up to cup his cheek. Your thumb strokes lovingly over the flawless perfection of his face as your human eyes meet his: rich ochre, deep enough to drown in. Heâs well-fed; you made sure that would be the case when you planned this. You need every possible element on your side tonight.
He cuts you off with a growl before you can say more than his name. âWhy is that dog here?â
The word spat through his clenched teeth sends a fresh wave of anxiety spiraling through your bloodstream. âPlease donât call him that, Tae.â Your voice is barely more than a whisper. âHeâs my best friend. I wanted the three of us to talk.â
You realize you can hear it now, coming up the road: the distant but unmistakable rattle of Jungkookâs motorcycle. It draws closer and closer, until itâs underscored by the crunch of gravel as he pulls into the driveway. When Jungkook finally kills the engine, the silence in your bedroom feels loud.
Taehyung doesnât speak, but you can tell heâs furious, every muscle in his body pulled tight. His hands curl into fists, flexing restlessly at his sides, and even the well-defined line of his jaw jumps like heâs holding back the urge to tear something apart.
You do the only thing you can think of to calm your boyfriend: you take his face in your hands and pull him in for a deep kiss.
As your lips touch, it finally sinks in: how scared you are about tonightâ youâre shaking like a leaf in Taehyungâs arms, even though you know heâd never hurt you. At least not purposefully.
The heat of your mouth seems to distract Taehyung a little, but thereâs still fury in his kiss, in the soft growls that he canât quite suppress as his tongue rolls over yours.
Your bedroom door creaks on its hinges, and you pull away from Taehyung just in time to see a bright smile drop off Jungkookâs face as he stands in the threshold. Your heart plummets into your stomach. Three seconds in and youâve already ruined everything. How very human of you.
Moving an inch back from Taehyung, you unwind your arms from around his neck and try to regard both of them at once. This conversation suddenly feels much harder to navigate than youâd anticipated.
âHi, Jungkook,â you say softly. Your best friend is practically glowering in the doorway now.
âI thought you wanted to talk. I donât need to see him turn you. Or suck your soul out, or whatever.â
You try to stay calm, because someone has to. âIt was just a kiss, Jungkook. I meant it, I do want to talk.â Your gaze flits from Jungkook to Taehyung. âTo both of you.â As your eyes find Jungkookâs again, you pat the bedspread on your other side. âWill you come sit down?â
Taehyung makes a noise so otherworldly that chills rip up your spine, enough to make you shiver. âHeâs fine where he is.â
âTae,â you turn back to him, your face twisted with emotion. âPlease.â
Jungkook crosses into the room with an unhurried confidence despite the slight hesitation in his steps, as if heâs preparing for your boyfriend to lunge at any moment but sure heâd win the fight. To your surprise, he doesnât follow the path youâd indicated to join you and Taehyung. Instead, he moves to stand in front of you at the foot of the bed, and thenâ
Your jaw drops as Jungkook, still slow, still confident, sinks to his knees in front of you and Taehyung.
âHowâs this?â
âSwearing your loyalty, mutt?â Taehyung snaps.
Jungkook doesnât even look at him. âNot to you.â
âThank you, Jungkook,â you murmur softly. âAnd thank you for coming here. And Iâm sorry I havenât told either of you why.â
âYou didnât even tell me he was coming!â Taehyung interjects, indignant, and you sigh.
âYouâre right. And I should have. But you can see why I was scared to, right? I didnât think either of you would agree if you knew youâd be in the same room.â
They both shrug a little, like they canât argue with that.
It all starts to well up in your chest before you can focus on remaining rational, the way youâd planned to. The emotions, the pain. Your very human weaknesses.
âI donât think you two realize how hard this is for me. How hard it is that you feel the way you do about each other,â you begin. âNeither of you can know what itâs like to wake up and feel like youâre being torn in half. But thatâs every day for me.â
Jungkook tries to say your name, but falls quiet again when you shake your head.
âIt doesnât feel fair. Any of this. Itâs not fair that youâre bothâŠâ you pause, searching for the word. ââŠsuperhuman, something I may never understand. Itâs not fair that I love you both, in such different but equally strong ways, so much sometimes that it feels like my heart might give out. And itâs not fair that you hate each other. That you canât even be in the same room.â
Taehyungâs icy touch on your skin makes you shiver, and you realize heâs wiping away errant tears that have started to roll down your face.
âAnd itâs not fair,â you continue, âthat you expect me to choose. That thereâs supposed to be an answer here. Iâve nearly lost each of you trying to figure it out. So my choice is that I wonât choose. I donât want either of you if I canât have both of you.â
âWhat?!â Taehyungâs eyes flash when he pulls back, as quickly as if youâd just slapped him.
âListen to me,â you command, your voice laced with determination now. âTaehyung. I love you. You are my soulmate. My person. I want to spend the rest of our lives with you.â You sniff a little, taking a big breath in, and your chest shakes as you let it out again. âBut all of that is also true of Jungkook. And Iâm tired of pretending itâs not.â
Taehyung blinks, dazed, like he can't believe what youâre saying. When you glance down at Jungkook, still knelt on the floor, a smile is ghosting over his mouth.
âThat leech really didnât understand our bond, huh?â Jungkook asks softly, as if only you can hear the question. âDidnât understand that I was the one who was there for you, who picked up the pieces when he fucked off to Paris toââ
âJungkook,â you cut him off, your tone a warning. âStop. This goes both ways. I love you, but you also need to understand that my feelings for Taehyung are just as strong. Thatâs not changing even though weâve hurt each other. Weâve all hurt each other.â
Jungkook falls silent again, and you turn your gaze back to Taehyung. Your heart aches at the unmistakable betrayal you see in his eyes.
âTaehyung,â you breathe. âPlease. I canât be without you. Without either of you. Iâm just asking you to try. For me.â
âWell, I donât need to mull it over.â Before you have a chance to react to his words, Jungkook surges up and kisses you hard on the mouth, and you make a soft noise of surprise against his lips.
You know you should pull away and tell him to stop, but Jungkookâs touch is warm enough to melt, and you lose your focus as your whole world is knocked entirely off-axis. Your head spins when his tongue traces over your bottom lip, and itâs suddenly hard to think about anything else.
Taehyung growls, low in his throat, like the distant rumble of thunder. Itâs enough to drag you back, and you break the kiss with a gasp.
As if he can read the expression on your face, Jungkook wordlessly drops down onto the bed on the other side of you. You slide a hand over the firm muscles of his thigh, giving him a reassuring squeeze before turning to face your boyfriend.
Taehyungâs gaze traces over the floorboards, and itâs clear a thousand thoughts are running through his mind, thoughts you wish you could hear for yourself.
âPlease hear me, Tae,â you try again, your voice low. âI want you. All of you. Intimately. I know you want that too.â The subject makes his gaze snap up, and you reach for him, a desperate attempt to try and keep him with you.
When you grab Taehyungâs hand, his ice-cold skin is a shock compared to the heat of Jungkookâs body under your other palm. But itâs familiar, itâs comforting, the touch of this man, whom you love so intensely that it terrifies you.
âAnd I know youâve been scared to try. Scared of yourself and what might happen,â you continue, and Taehyung nods slowly, his eyes searching yours. âBut⊠maybe this is it. Doesnât it make sense? If Jungkook is here, it might be easier for you to stay in control with me.â
âAnd I can protect her if you donât,â Jungkook adds with a smirk.
âSo please, Taehyung.â
He stares at you, and you stare back, waiting for his answer. It finally comes in his husky voice, spoken as reverently as a prayer.
âI would do anything for you.â
The admission is chased by his hand at the back of your neck, pulling you in for a fierce kiss. Youâre so relieved that you feel yourself near the verge of tears again, despite the icy thrill that dots up your spine as his mouth moves against yours. Taehyungâs teeth just barely scrape over your bottom lip, and you canât help whimpering into his mouth in response.
Like heâs trying to keep up, you almost instantly feel the heat of Jungkookâs mouth against your skin, his lips and tongue trailing down your neck and along the stretch of your shoulder. You make another soft noise at the way his hands start to roam over your body, restless, searching.
âTake my clothes off,â you pull away from Taehyungâs mouth to command, your eyes flitting up to his. âLet me give myself to you.â You turn to Jungkook. âTo both of you.â
In a flash, Jungkook has your shirt over your head, and then itâs his turn to find your lips again, and heâs somehow even more passionate than when he first kissed you tonight.
âSo fucking perfect,â Jungkook growls between kisses, and the rasp in his voice makes your nipples tighten under the thin fabric of your bralette. âWanted this for so long.â
While Jungkook licks into your mouth, Taehyungâs nimble fingers find their way to the button of your jeans, and you lean back on your hands to give him better access. His touch is delicate as he undoes your zipper and starts to shimmy the denim down your legs.
âYou too,â you break away from Jungkook to murmur, and you reach down to finish pulling your pants off. âI want to see you both.â
As they each move back from you to stand and disrobe, thereâs a tense moment where Taehyung and Jungkook regard each other, and then Jungkook lunges and you scream.
You squeeze your eyes shut at a terrifying sound of something being ripped apart. Panic rises in your chest and makes it impossible to breatheâ you donât know why this was a good idea, you donât know what you expected, of course this could never work, how stupid could you beâ and then you hear Taehyung huff a dark laugh, seemingly unharmed, and your eyes snap open.
And he is. Heâs fine. His shirt, however, has been reduced to tatters on your bedroom floor. Jungkookâs smirk is that of a cat whoâs just swallowed a canary.
âVery mature of you, mongrel. I take it Iâm meant to repay the favor?â Taehyung scoffs, and you keep your eyes open to watch him easily tear Jungkookâs shirt from his body, as if it were made of tissue paper. Your head spins.
Attempting to remember how to breathe is made all the more difficult when you watch them both strip down to their boxers. Your heart flutters in your chest as you realize in this moment how truly beautiful they both are.
Jungkookâs body in particular takes you abackâ despite still having the enviably small waist youâve always teased him for, the rest of him has certainly filled out over the years. Heâs broad-shouldered and thick, with firm definition in his arms and abdominals that ripple as he reaches down to shimmy out of his pants.
Itâs hard to believe this is the same kid you spent your childhood summers with, sharing secrets and making up stories, the one you used to call âBoba Ballâ or âTriangle Kimbapâ during the years he refused to cut his hair.
In stark contrast, Taehyungâs body feels like coming home. Heâs striking as he always is, all long, lean muscles, a hand-carved statue come to life. Though itâs well into the dead of night now, you swear you can still see the glimmer shifting under his skin, like heâs stepping into full sunlight as he moves toward you. Heâs just as brilliant, just as blinding, even in the dim light of your bedroom. Perfection incarnate.
You know it for a fact, can feel it thrumming behind your ribs, as true as the steady beat of your human heart. You love them both, unconditionally and irrevocably.
âJagiya,â Taehyung breathes as he stands over you where you sit at the edge of the bed. âYouâre glowing.â His hand cups your cheek, and you turn your head to press a kiss to the freezing center of his palm.
âIâm so happy, Tae,â you whisper, and heâs smiling softly when you glance back up.
âThatâs all I want.â
You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes, and then Jungkook steps in beside him, and itâs like every piece in your heart slots perfectly into place.
âAre you ready?â Jungkook asks. Their superhuman reflexes move so quickly, you feel like youâve only just begun to nod when two sets of hands are already on you, dragging you up to the head of the bed like youâre light as a feather.
Together, they push you down into the mattress, and then two mouths start to trace over every inch of your skin they can find. They alternate fluidly, everywhere at once: the brush of full lips, the sharp-sweet bite of teeth, the wet wash of a tongue. Your eyes roll back at the overwhelming sensations, and though you can initially tell them apart by the sharp contrast in their skin temperature, it all eventually melds together in your mind until youâre not sure where Taehyung ends and Jungkook begins.
The four hands on your body make quick work of stripping you out of your bralette and panties, and youâre whimpering and writhing and drenched with arousal when a warm tongue circles your nipple while a cold hand starts to creep up towards your center.
Jungkook sucks firmly on the stiff bud in his mouth, and you keen. âFuck, Koo, oh god.â
Not to be outdone, you feel Taehyungâs teeth very lightly graze over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and your hips shudder as you groan again.
Thereâs a wet pop as Jungkook releases your breast from his mouth with a soft laugh. âShe squirms.â
âShe does.â Taehyungâs breath ghosts over your entrance as he answers. He presses a glossy kiss to the crease of your thigh, then slips two smooth, delicate fingers into the wet heat of your pussy, and you outright moan.
âSheâs vocal,â Jungkook remarks.
Taehyung crooks his fingers to make you cry out again, and he falls into a steady stroking motion. âShe is.â
âYouâve done this before?â
Your breath coming in shallow pants now, you manage to lift yourself up onto your forearms and interject. âWeâve neverâ not all the way.â
Taehyung smirks at Jungkook as his digits squelch inside of you. âWeâve done enough.â
Jungkookâs eyes drop to your face, and you meet his gaze. He cups one of your breasts in his hand, massaging it in his palm before taking the peak of your nipple between his fingers. You whine as he gently rolls the bud in a circle. âWhat have you done?â he asks, his voice softer this time.
âWhat do you think, jagi?â Taehyung answers confidently before you can respond, your pussy still gripping tight around his fingers. âWant to show wolfboy here how well you suck my cock?â
Heat flushes your face at the thought, and Jungkook practically snarls down the bed at Taehyung. âOr maybe you can show me how you eat her out, and then Iâll show you how itâs really done.â
Taehyungâs expression falters just the slightest amount, but itâs enough for Jungkookâs keen senses to notice. âWaitâ youâve gotta be fucking kidding me.â
You shake your head, struggling to keep up, your mind fighting not to give into the euphoria of their hands continuing to work your body. âWe havenât. Taeâs notââ
âWhat, not a man?â Jungkook snaps, paired with a tug of your nipple. âI couldâve told you that.â
The sigh that escapes your mouth is edged with a moan as Taehyungâs thumb brushes lightly over your clit. âHeâs not ready, Jungkook.â
âIâm sorry, he doesnât want to eat you out because heâs too scared heâll fucking eat you?â
Taehyung scoffs between your legs, but Jungkook is already shifting to his knees, clearly having heard enough. âThatâs it. Turn the fuck over.â
You appreciate the consideration when Jungkook guides you to sit up and get on hands and knees across the width of the bed, nudging you forward so that he can kneel down behind you on the mattress. The positioning is ideal for Taehyung to meet you on the other side.
Thereâs a cold flash in Taehyungâs eyes as he circles the bed, not unlike a predator stalking prey. Watching him sends more arousal flooding through you, enough that the crux of your thighs is painted with slick when Jungkook encourages them apart from behind.
You can see Taehyungâs length straining against the confines of his underwear as he stands in front of you, and he laughs softly when you reach up to pull him out, too greedy to wait. Heâs beautiful, long and hard and weighing heavy in your palm. Your eyes roll up to meet Taehyungâs, deep amber and brimming with lust as you press gentle kisses to the rim of his cockhead.
The wet smack of your mouth is chased with a fluttering whimper when Jungkook slides two fingers through your dripping folds to roughly part your pussy lips. You can feel yourself dripping, can hear the dark hum Jungkook emits in response.
âYou look delicious,â he rasps. âCanât believe this parasite would rather have your blood.â
In hopes it will distract him from Jungkookâs insult, you choose that moment to swallow Taehyung down, and your plan seems to work. Taehyungâs fingers snake through your hair and his head tips back as you stretch your lips over his shaft. You find yourself whining softly around him at the feeling alone, the smooth press of his cock against your tongue.
You hollow your cheeks around Taehyung and slowly begin to suck along his length, eliciting a deep hiss from him, your hand pumping in time at the base where your mouth canât reach.
It takes a conscious effort to hold in a moan when you feel the first touch of Jungkookâs tongue, dragged thick up your slit like a hot knife through butter. You arch your spine, your body begging for more, and his hands grip the soft flesh of your ass as he spreads you open and indulges.
Jungkook eats you like a man starved, shoving his tongue into your pussy with enough force to slide Taehyungâs cock further into your mouth. Taehyungâs tip teases into the back of your throat, and he groans when you swallow to urge him over the edge.
âFuck, jagiya,â he pants as you continue to bob up and down, relentless, spurred on by every sloppy pass of Jungkookâs tongue. âIf only that mutt could see how good you look with my cock in your mouth.â
Pleased at Taehyungâs praise and choosing to ignore his dig at Jungkook, you lean forward to take even more of him, until the whole of his glass-hard cock is crammed down your throat. You can feel drool welling up on your tongue, can feel your muscles trying not to choke around him, made all the more difficult by the way Jungkook is steadily fucking his tongue into you now.
The shudder of your throat matches the tremble in Taehyungâs hips, and you can tell heâs fighting the urge to push you past the limits of what a human can take.
Thereâs a part of you that wishes he would.
You gag softly as you pull off of him, giving both of you a moment to collect yourselves. One of Taehyungâs large hands pets over your hair, encouraging, and you drop your forehead down to rest in the crook of your elbow. Without the distraction of sucking Taehyungâs cock, the pleasure of Jungkookâs hot mouth on your pussy is overwhelming, and you canât help moaning into the mattress.
âGod, just like that, Koo.â
Managing to pull yourself back up for more, you coax a soft groan from Taehyung as you start to kitten lick up his shaft. Jungkook pulls away from your center just as you take Taehyung into your mouth again.
âYou taste so fucking good. Bloodsucker doesnât know what heâs missing. But he can enjoy my sloppy seconds.â
The sudden wet sound of Jungkook spitting is so loud that even Taehyung flinches, and your cunt clenches at the slick-splatter feeling. Wasting no time, Jungkook dives back in, eagerly shoving the mix of saliva and arousal into your entrance with his tongue, and itâs all you can do to focus on the cock in your mouth.
Taking Taehyung faster this time, you build up to a steady rhythm, your hands fisting the bed sheets beneath you as you swallow him down. You make an audible gulping sound with each pass, his length dipping over and over into the tight squeeze of your throat. Taehyung canât hold back, grunting a steady stream of curses as you suck him off just the way he likes.
When Jungkook outright growls between your legs, you feel it more than hear it, and the vibrations that roll through you are enough to make your toes curl. You pull most of the way off, sliding your lips down Taehyungâs shaft to suckle at the head of his cock as you whimper gently around him.
With his fingertips gripping your ass bruising-hard, Jungkookâs lips slide up your folds until he finds the underside of your clit. Your thighs quiver violently when his tongue darts out for one rough flick over the sensitive bud. Thereâs no stifling the way you moan when Jungkook repeats the action, again and again, falling into a steady lapping rhythm that makes your whole body shake.
His mouth is so wet and so warm that you completely lose your ability to multitask. Your jaw goes slack around Taehyungâs length, drool spilling onto the sheets beneath you until Taehyung finally withdraws. You donât have enough space in your brain to try and stroke his ego to keep things fairâ youâre entirely lost in the heat of Jungkookâs tongue over your clit. Your hips shove back toward Jungkookâs face to grind against his mouth, your own tongue lolling out as you pant and moan.
An ice cold hand tangling in your hair is enough to get your eyes to refocus, and you glance up at Taehyung just in time for his grip to tighten. The sting of it sparkles like diamonds against your scalp as he forces your head back and watches you fuck yourself on Jungkookâs tongue.
âFeels good, jagiya?â Taehyung purrs, speaking up to be heard over the gasps and slurps of Jungkook as his mouth works your pussy, drinking up every drop.
You canât think or speak, canât do anything except nod dumbly and try to keep your eyes from rolling up into your skull. Taehyung cranes your head back another inch and you whimper at the pressure. âGonna come on puppyâs tongue?â
âUh-huh,â you manage to choke out, and you outright keen when two of Taehyungâs slender fingers reach down to find one of your nipples and twist. The shock of pleasure-pain rips through your whole body, and fuck, itâs enough. Taehyung drops his grip on your hair just as your orgasm hits, and your head bounces against the mattress as you collapse into shuddering moans, your body trembling all over.
Your thighs threaten to give out, but Jungkookâs hands find purchase under your hips to keep you up. You let him hold your weight entirely like itâs nothing at all, his face and tongue still buried in you as your pussy gushes and flutters around him.
Everything eventually softens into the warm glow of comedown, your moans dissolving to gentle whimpers, and then Jungkook slowly lowers you to the mattress. His hands slip down to keep your thighs pulled apart, and he leans in for a few more licks to your cunt, your whole body shivering with oversensitivity at each pass until he finally relents.
âFirst orgasmâs mine,â Jungkook remarks, like itâs casual.
You glance up to see Taehyung baring his teeth, and you roll onto your side despite how heavy your limbs still feel. âIâll make her come harder. Let me taste you next, jagi.â
âTae, wait,â you murmur, pushing yourself up onto your hands. âAre you sure youâre ready?â
Jungkookâs smug response comes first. âHow about you do it while I fuck her?â
âWhat?!â
If your heart wasnât still racing from the orgasm, it would be now at the way Taehyungâs eyes are fixed on Jungkook, like he wants to tear him limb from limb. But Jungkook just keeps talking, as if it doesnât scare him in the slightest.
âSheâs got two holes, right? If I take her in the ass, her pussyâs yours. Itâs like she saidâ if you canât stand me, maybe itâll tone down the desire to, you know. Have a snack.â
Thereâs a visible tremor in Taehyungâs jaw as he attempts to keep himself under control. When he speaks, his voice is strained with the effort of holding back. âYouâre not putting anything⊠anywhere until after I do. I donât care which fucking hole it is.â
At this, you finally interject. âTaehyungâs right, Jungkook.â
The staring contest ends as they both look down at you, and your eyes jump back and forth between them as you shift onto your knees on the mattress. âWeâve wanted this and talked about it for so long. Itâs only fair that he be my⊠first.â
Jungkook, to your surprise, seems unbothered. âThatâs fine. So long as Iâm your second.â
âLay the fuck down, jagi,â Taehyung growls.
You follow the command and Taehyung settles between your thighs with a determined cold-steel gaze, his knees sinking soft divots into the mattress. He fists at his throbbing-hard cock as you spread yourself for him, and when he lines himself up with your entrance, you hook your legs over his hips.
In the dim light, thereâs an ice-shimmer sheen on his cock, still glossed with your drool. The tip nudges at your center, and youâre drenched for him, you can feel it, slick from Jungkookâs mouth and wet with your own arousal that drips down to coat his waiting length.
A shiver runs through you at the touch of Taehyungâs hand over yours, and he turns your palm up so he can interlace your fingers together.
âJagiya,â Taehyung murmurs. âI love you.â
His free hand slips down to anchor over your hip, and then you feel him, the glass-cold weight of his cock starting to press into you, long and impossibly hard.
âOh god, Taehyung,â you gasp, your head kicking back against the bed. âI love you, too. So much.â
You have to shut your eyes to focus on the feeling, on adjusting to the stretch of him, your brow furrowing as you try to breathe through it.
The warm brush of a callused hand over your cheek instantly softens your expression, and your eyes flutter open again to take in Jungkook above you. His warm familiarity makes you smile, as does the sweet expression on his face as he hovers over you.
âHi,â Jungkook says simply, and you tip your chin up enough for him to understand what you want. He leans forward and his mouth captures yours in an upside-down kiss, one that you canât help but gasp into when Taehyung fully bottoms out inside you.
Jungkook pulls back as your breath flutters into his mouth. âIs it okay? Heâs not hurting you?â
You shake your head, eyes dropping closed as Jungkook trails kisses along the line of your jaw and down your neck. âGod, you took him so well.â His voice smolders against your skin.
As if attempting to regain your focus, you feel Taehyungâs hand slip between your legs. His thumb begins to trace gentle circles over your clit, and your walls clench around him in response. âOh fuck, Tae.â
âCan I move, jagi?â he grunts, and you nod, punctuated with a soft whimper.
âPlease, Tae. I need to feel you.â
You barely get the words out before Jungkookâs mouth finds yours again, and your tongue licks hungrily against his as Taehyung slowly starts to move. His cock is so thick, heavy and smooth like marble as he glides over your ridges, and you moan eagerly against Jungkook, gripping the back of his neck like a lifeline as Taehyungâs hips fall into a steady rhythm.
âOh my god,â you have to break away from Jungkook to gasp. âOh my god, Tae.â
âBet that tight little pussy feels so good,â Jungkook murmurs, lips brushing over your ear. When he pulls back, you open your eyes to take him in.
âJungkook,â you nearly whine his name, overwhelmed at the way Taehyung has started to jostle you on his cock. âWanna make you feel good too.â
The pads of his fingertips trace delicately over your cheek, and then his thumb slips down to pull at your bottom lip.
âDo you wanna take my cock in this pretty mouth?â The hand tracing over your lip slips lower, until his warm palm is closed over the column of your neck. You can feel the heat of him in every beat of your pulse, the hummingbird thrum of your very human heart. âAnd let me fuck your throat?â
An overwhelming desire to be filled from both ends makes your breath stutter in your chest, and you grip his forearm with both of your hands, nails digging into his warm skin. âY-yes, Jungkook,â you answer, working hard to get the words out with how heavy Taehyung is stroking into you. âI need it.â
Jungkook dips forward to brush his lips over yours again, just the lightest touch. âI love you,â he murmurs softly against your mouth.
âI love you,â you repeat, your voice a near whisper.
Another kiss, and heâs smiling when he pulls back. âBe a good girl and open up for me.â
As Jungkook steps away to tug down and step out of his boxers, you feel Taehyung slow his thrusts, and then you gasp a little at how deep his cock sinks into you when he shifts forward to push you both up the bed.
âYou feel so good, jagi,â Taehyung groans, and you canât help but whimper when he moves you easily, grabbing your legs and slinging them roughly over his shoulders.
A yelp escapes your lips when Taehyung hooks his arms over your thighs and pulls them flush to his chest, causing your ass to lift off the mattress entirely. With the way he has you bent, the majority of your weight should be resting in your arms and upper back pressed flat to the bed, possibly painfully. But Taehyung holds you up so effortlessly that you feel like you weigh nothing at all.
The angle also shoves you just far enough back that your head tips over the edge of the bed, and youâre grateful for this small concession from Taehyung, to let Jungkook have his way peacefully, because he knows itâs what you want, too.
As Jungkook steps in to hover over you, Taehyung starts to bounce you on his cock again, and he fills you up so perfectly like this that you can only moan, your head tilting all the way back.
Jungkookâs hands pet down the length of your neck until he finds your breasts, angled up toward him and jiggling with every fierce thrust as Taehyung picks up the pace. You whimper when Jungkookâs palms close around your tits, and you feel the head of his dick toy at your bottom lip, gliding wet with precum that has already started to leak from his slit.
Letting your eyes flutter closed, you give yourself over to the pleasure welling up inside of you and stick your tongue out to guide Jungkook in. His groan is nearly a growl as his cock presses into your mouth to weigh your tongue down heavy, then slips even further back until heâs teasing at the clench of your throat.
The stretch of being used by both of them lights you up all the way through, like a live wire.
For a moment, you find yourself wishing that you werenât human, that they didnât have to worry about being gentle to keep you from getting hurt, that Jungkook and Taehyung could truly do whatever they wanted to you.
The thought is exciting and terrifying, and your heart skips a beat in your chest.
Jungkook holds himself still once heâs pushed all the way in, and your throat bulges up at the width of him. You have to remind yourself that at least for now, you are human, and you need to keep breathing.
Taehyung is thrusting balls-deep into your pussy now, and though Jungkook hasnât started his own strokes yet, the way Taehyung shoves into you is enough to gently rock Jungkookâs length back and forth in the heat-clutch of your throat.
You hear Jungkook moan above you. âOh fuck yeah, just like that.â
His hips just barely start to move in time, out to match each of Taehyungâs thrusts in, back into your throat every time Taehyungâs cock drags out of your cunt. All you can do is lay there and take it from both of them, a fragile fucktoy, drool slipping down your chin while Jungkookâs hands knead at your breasts and Taehyungâs thumb rolls over your clit.
âLook so good like this,â Taehyung grunts as he presses his lips to your calf hooked over his shoulder. âWanna make you come on my cock, jagi.â
The plea makes you moan enough to gag around Jungkook, and he relents to let you catch your breath, strings of spit spider-webbing out of your mouth as you pant and laugh a little.
âFuck me harder, Taehyung,â you breathe. âI can take it.â
It feels like you might bruise from the intensity at which Taehyung begins to stroke into you at your command, but itâs so good, you canât imagine ever caring about the marks heâll leave behind. The slap of skin on skin is loud, the way you moan louder still. The pleasure of it rushes up in your bloodstream and hits hard enough to make you dizzy, and the relentless rub of Taehyungâs thumb over your clit pushes you to the edge overwhelmingly quickly.
âJungkook,â you gasp, your head tipping back towards him. âPlease. Want you in my mouth when I come.â
âGod,â Jungkook groans, nearly laughing as he slips his thick cock between your lips again. âYou are so fucking hot.â
You take Jungkook back into your mouth, and you can already feel your walls starting to flutter around Taehyung as his cock plunges into you over and over. Jungkookâs heavy breathing and Taehyungâs strangled moans mix together in a discordant harmony, underscored by the wet sounds of your throat and your pussy as they fuck you from both ends. Your orgasm mounts, coiling tight in your core, undeniable now.
âThatâs it, jagiya,â Taehyung groans. âCome for us.â
You nearly sob around Jungkookâs shaft as you reach your peak, your hips shoving up wildly in Taehyungâs grasp, your entire body overwhelmed by pleasure. Wave after wave of it washes through you, and your pussy pulses for what feels like an eternity, soaking Taehyungâs length in your juices.
Jungkook pulls out again to let you breathe, and you collapse back against the bed. The rush of air into your lungs is so sharp that it stings a little. Your heartbeat slams in your chest as Taehyung withdraws too, and then he leans down to cover your body with his.
His perfect lips find yours and he kisses you deeply, and it takes all the effort you have left to move your mouth against his.
âYouâre beautiful, jagiya,â Taehyung murmurs against your skin. âYou feel like heaven.â
âI love you, Taehyung,â you manage to whisper back.
âAw,â Jungkookâs voice drips thick with sarcasm, and youâre ashamed to realize that youâd momentarily forgotten his presence. âWhat a lovely couple. Guess that orgasm makes the score one-to-one, huh Tae-Tae?â
You shiver a little at the loss of Taehyungâs body over yours as he gets to his feet, inhumanly fast, to move towards Jungkook.
âYou know, I have no idea what she sees in you,â Taehyung scoffs.
Jungkook barks a laugh. âThatâs fine. âCause pretty soon youâll be seeing me in her.â
Your heart is in your throat as you watch the two of them circle each other, their eyes burning with hatred. A low warning sound reverberates from between Taehyungâs teeth, but Jungkook just keeps going. âWhat do you think, bloodsucker? Ready to try eating pussy now that youâre not a virgin anymore?â
âIâd much prefer dog for my next meal, if Iâm honest,â Taehyung spits.
âIâd love to see you try.â
âPlease.â Your voice comes out shattered, and you kneel up on the bed, grabbing both of them by the bicep in a feeble human attempt to pull them apart. You know you donât have the real strength to move either of them, but they clearly choose to relent, each taking a few reluctant steps back.
âI want both of you,â you exclaim, close to tears. âPlease, please donât fight.â
Thereâs a tense moment of silence, and you break it the only way you can think to. âJungkook,â you shift to better face him. âYou really meant what you said? About taking me⊠in the ass?â
Jungkookâs eyes widen as he fumbles for his words. âI-I mean, we donât have to. I was just saying shit to make him mad, really.â
âBut do you want to?â you press him.
Jungkook blinks. âI want to do anything with you,â he says, like itâs the easiest thing in the world, and your heart melts open.
âI want it, too.â
âIâ really?â
You nod, unashamed. âIâve tried it before, by myself. And I want that with you.â
âHow many fingers?â Jungkookâs eyes go dark with lust when he asks the question.
âTwo,â you breathe.
His mouth pulls into a dirty smile. âMight have to work you up to three if you want to take me.â
âTaehyung?â You turn towards him when you ask for his consent to continue, and he answers by leaning in for a kiss that steals all the air from your lungs.
Your kisses deepen and intensify until theyâre a clash of tongues and teeth as Taehyung joins you to kneel on the bed. Jungkook disappears off to dig through your bathroom cabinets, and thereâs a smug look on his face when he returns with a bottle of lube in hand.
Hands still clutching at Taehyungâs neck, you break the kiss momentarily to look over your shoulder as Jungkook settles behind you, and you spread your knees wide for him. The snap of the bottle cap is loud in the quiet of your bedroom, and itâs chased by the thick squelch of Jungkook depositing lube onto his waiting fingers.
âThis shitâs cold,â he complains, and you laugh softly against Taehyungâs mouth.
âEverything feels cold to you.â
You reach back with one hand to better spread yourself for him, and then you whimper as you feel Jungkookâs warm, wet fingers start to trace over the rim of your hole.
It feels like you can barely catch your breath before Taehyungâs mouth is on yours again, kissing you hungrily. His teeth roll over your bottom lip, and you moan into his mouth as Jungkook simultaneously pushes a finger into your ass.
Hot pleasure overwhelms you as Jungkook slips all the way in, and Taehyungâs marble lips release yours to trail an icy path over your jaw.
âFuck, Koo,â you groan as you adjust to the stretch of him, already so much better than your own touch. âI need another.â
âGod,â Jungkook exhales in disbelief. âIâll try. Youâre so fuckinâ tight back here.â Attempting to work you open, he starts to rock his finger slowly in and out of you, and you whine again.
The glass-cold touch of Taehyungâs hand brushing over your hip makes you jump a little, and then he traces further down to roll his fingers over your clit, and your spine arches. The soft circles he begins to trace melt you open, and you can feel every muscle in your body slacken, including the tight ring swallowing up Jungkookâs finger.
Itâs just enough that heâs able to squeeze a second in.
âLook at that,â Jungkook chuckles darkly. âThe leech is helping.â
You wrap a hand firmly around Taehyungâs cock, jutting up proudly between his legs, if only for a tether to ground you, to keep you from slipping out of your body entirely. Taehyungâs groan shudders over your skin as you slowly start to pump his diamond-hard length.
Jungkook doesnât let up, scissoring his digits inside of you, and you press your hips back to beg for more until heâs shoved in to the hilt.
Taehyungâs deep voice purrs in your ear. âYou smell incredible, jagiya.â Thereâs a sheen to his ochre eyes when you glance up at him. Youâre not scared, not really, but your pulse quickens in your throat nevertheless. You know he can hear it, too.
âTae,â you breathe, unable to get more words out, not with the way Jungkookâs fingers are relentlessly fucking your ass open.
Taehyung ducks his head and you gasp at the cold shock of his tongue when he full-on licks up the side of your neck. He keeps going, tonguing you in thick, slow drags, starting to groan softly in the back of his throat with each one. You let your head tip back to allow him access to more of your skin as you continue to work his cock in your hand.
You know youâre dancing with the devil, especially when you feel the lightest scrape of his teeth over your neck, but it feels too good to stop.
Thereâs a slow burn stretch at your rim as Jungkook just barely manages to fit a third finger past it. You will your body to relax so you can take him all the way inside, and you canât help but moan at the overwhelming fullness. âOh my fucking god, Koo.â
âLook so pretty on my fingers like this,â Jungkook grunts, pairing his words with a harsh slap to your asscheek that makes you yelp. âCanât wait to see what you look like on my cock.â
Like a reflex, Taehyung growls against your neck, and you tremble at the feeling, at the sound of his teeth grinding together so close to your throbbing pulse.
âTaehyung,â you choke out as you release your grip on his cock and Jungkookâs fingers withdraw from your ass. You take Taehyungâs face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze. âDo you want to taste me?â His eyes flash dark with lust as he nods.
Jungkook is already shifting to sit at the edge of the bed, and he reaches for the lube again to pour more out, hissing softly as he fists the sticky gloss over his thick shaft. His legs part to give you room, and you back your ass up towards him. You canât help but squeak a little when his hands close over your hips and he picks you up, your feet hovering an inch above the floor.
âSpread your legs,â Jungkook instructs, and you do. âPull your knees up and rest your feet on my thighs.â You nervously find your footing over his firm muscles, but youâre a little scared to bear your full weight down.
Jungkook laughs when he realizes why youâre hesitating. âYou canât hurt me, itâs okay.â
At his encouragement, you press your feet more firmly into Jungkookâs thighs, your own legs shaking slightly with tense anticipation. He keeps his hands gripped tight to your hips, heat radiating out from where his palms press against your skin, and his voice is thick with lust when he speaks again.
âThatâs it, baby. Line it up for me.â
You reach behind you to wrap your hand around his cock, and you can feel it pulsing hotly as you arch back to let his tip kiss against your rim.
âGo slow,â you breathe, and Jungkook leans in to press a kiss to your shoulder.
ââCourse I will. Donât wanna hurt you.â
Inch by inch, he gently starts to sink you down to sheath him, pausing periodically to give you time to adjust. Your mouth drops open at the overwhelming feeling of Jungkookâs thickness stretching you open. Itâs so intense that you want to squirm, to run away, the soles of your feet flexing restlessly against his thighs.
Your eyes flutter open again to find Taehyung knelt down, watching the two of you intently with a soft furrow in his brow.
âTae,â you murmur. âNeed your mouth.â
Thatâs all you have to say, and then heâs crawling towards you, settling on his knees between Jungkookâs spread legs. You shiver at the touch of Taehyungâs fingers as he pulls the lips of your pussy apart, and then he leans in to swipe his tongue through your folds just as Jungkook drops you an inch lower on his cock, and you whine loudly at the sweet rush of pleasure.
âJust like that,â you gasp to both of them, your head lolling back against Jungkookâs chest. âOh, fuck.â
Taehyungâs tongue traces down to your entrance, slurping greedily at the wetness pooled there before dragging back up to your clit. The mirror-cold slide of his wet mouth over you is incredible, enough to make your toes curl when paired with the pressure of Jungkookâs hot cock pushing into your ass.
You feel the tight muscle of your rim spasm, and you sink another inch down, causing Jungkook to groan harshly in response. Just as you realize that you can feel his thighs flush against your asscheeks, his voice is in your ear.
âThatâs it, baby. Took all of me in this tight little ass.â
âYou feel so good, Koo,â you whimper, turning over your shoulder to find his mouth with yours. âSo big,â you groan against his lips, and he smiles back.
As if to distract you, Taehyungâs teeth just barely brush over the hood of your clit, and you nearly bite Jungkookâs bottom lip off. You pull back to look down at Taehyung, and he smiles shyly between your thighs, feigning innocence.
âWatch it, bloodsucker,â Jungkook mutters, his voice strained. âGuess you need more practice.â
âNo,â you manage to gasp, struggling to catch your breath between the two of them. âI liked it. Please, Tae.â
Taehyung leans in to repeat the motion, and the scrape of his teeth sends a hot spark of pain through you, enough to make your eyes squeeze shut and every muscle in your body pull taut. You can hear Jungkook groan behind you as your ass clenches around his cock like a vice.
âShit,â Jungkookâs voice over your shoulder startles you slightly. Your lashes flutter open in time to see him reach his foot out and nudge at Taehyungâs thigh, not particularly gentle. âKeep fucking doing that.â
Taehyung obliges, alternating gentle passes of his tongue with increasingly rough drags of his teeth across your sensitive bud. The steady swings between pleasure and pain make your head spin, until Taehyungâs husky voice drags you back from the brink of all-encompassing pleasure.
âYouâre dripping, jagiya.â
You whimper, unable to form words to respond, and then you can only moan as you feel one of Taehyungâs delicate fingers work itself into the heat of your pussy with a wet squelch.
âPupâs so big and youâre so little,â Taehyung continues. âThereâs no room left. Can barely get a finger in here.â
âI want to take you too, Tae,â you plead. âI want both of you.â Itâs not just want at this pointâ youâre more sure than ever that you have to have this, both of them, together. âPlease.â
Taehyungâs face darkens with concern. âWeâll break you.â
âThen break me,â you practically growl. âI need it.â
Youâre expecting Taehyung to argue back, forever concerned for your safety, but to your surprise, he surges up to kiss you instead. A soft whimper spills from your mouth into his, and you tangle your fingers in his long dark hair and taste him until he pulls away.
As if to beckon him in, you wordlessly tilt your hips toward Taehyung as best you can with Jungkookâs thick cock still fully sheathed in your ass. Taehyungâs hands sink into the mattress on either side of Jungkookâs hips as he positions himself in front of you.
âBreathe, jagi,â Taehyung reminds you.
Your lungs burn as you inhale deep, and you try desperately to relax as you feel the tip of his glass-hard length teasing at your drenched entrance. Taehyung slowly starts to push in, and your hands search for purchase along the lean, flexing muscles in his arms, your nails attempting to scratch over skin that wonât give.
Thereâs a steady throb between your legs as Taehyung gently nestles himself all the way into your cunt, his cock pressed tight to Jungkookâs with only the thin barrier of your body between them. This feeling of fullness is beyond anything youâve ever experienced, and the sensation of taking both of them at once is overwhelming. Itâs spine-chilling cold and blood-boiling heat all in one, their cocks crammed so deep inside you that you swear you can feel them in your throat.
âFuck,â Jungkook hisses, and he canât quite hide the waver of pleasure that paints his voice. âYour dickâs fucking cold.â
âYouâre actually just a fucking furnace,â Taehyung spits back, but itâs chased with a soft groan.Â
Your mind lags, dazed with pleasure, but it slowly occurs to you that the temperature combination must feel equally good for them. Even if their egos wonât let them admit it.
âMove.â No one is more shocked than you at the commanding tone of your voice when you speak. âBoth of you. Stop talking and fuck me.â
Jungkook acts first, his hands tightening on your hips to lift you, and the tight clutch of your ass dragging up the length of his cock makes you both gasp. Taehyung watches closely as Jungkook falls into a steady rhythm, and then he starts to roll his hips to match it, thrusting into your pussy each time Jungkook pulls your ass back down over his cock.
None of you can keep your composure or bite back your moans now, the pressure of their cocks simultaneously fucking into you feels too good. You can hear Jungkook panting in your ear, can see a muscle flexing in Taehyungâs jaw as he groans with every upstroke, and you begin to shove your hips up in time with their motions, your feet pressing firmly against Jungkookâs thighs for leverage.
Taehyung shifts slightly, putting all his weight into one hand to lift the other off the mattress and toy with your clit. You keen as he rolls it between his thumb and index finger, and you feel the chill of his mouth close over the slope of your neck.
âOh fuck, Tae,â you whine as he starts to suck hard against your skin, enough that youâre sure heâll leave a mark. You can feel every muscle in your body tightening, a dam of arousal threatening to burst deep inside of you, and something primal awakens there.
In this moment, you know exactly what you need.
âTaehyung,â you groan softly, and you already know he wants it too. âDo it, Tae. Please. Bite me.â
âDo not fucking turn her,â Jungkook growls, slamming your ass down so hard on his thighs that you nearly choke on a gasp. Taehyungâs mouth sucks even harder, right over your pulse point.
âNo, no,â you protest. âJust a little drink, Tae. Please. It felt so good last time, I know. We both want it.â Youâre outright begging, insatiableâ your eyes threaten tears with how badly you really do want this, need this.
Like it takes every ounce of strength he has, Taehyung manages to pull himself off your neck, his hips still pistoning into you. âJagi, IâIâll frenzy. Iâll hurt you.â
You shake your head. âJungkook is here, you can stop yourself. I know you can. Please, Tae, if you love me.â
As if those words were all he needed to hear, you see Taehyung rear back, and then you scream as his teeth pierce the skin of your neck. âItâs good Taehyung, itâs good,â you choke out, trying to keep it together. Your breath comes ragged now, in harsh, broken sobs.
Taehyung is loud when he drinks from you, slurping and gasping and groaning unabashedly, and you shiver violently at the icy wash of his tongue circling over your wounds.
The world begins to blur at the edges, bleeding out, like time itself is slowing. You feel your climax winding tighter inside of you even as your body starts to go weak, held up like a ragdoll in Jungkookâs grip as they both continue to fuck you full.
Jungkook growls like a clap of thunder, and itâs enough to bring Taehyung back to his senses. His head snaps up angrily, your blood momentarily forgotten. You just barely manage to focus your gaze on Taehyungâs face to see him bare his teeth in a vicious snarl at Jungkook, more monster than man.
âWhat is it, pup? Want a taste?â
Your mind moves slowly, and just as you think to yourself that Jungkook will scoff at the very idea, maybe even try to fight Taehyung for suggesting it, a new sensation flutters against your neck. Itâs unmistakable, the touch of Jungkookâs tongue over the same spot, hot enough to burn the delicate skin that was just made so cold by Taehyungâs mouth.
âOh fuck,â you moan loudly.
âItâs good, isnât it?â Taehyung purrs, chased with a dark laugh, and your mind is too dizzy to know which of you heâs asking.
âSheâs sweet,â Jungkook confirms, and your eyes roll back at the warmth of his tongue when it returns to your neck. Taehyung laughs even louder.
âHeâs not gonna leave any for me. Can I give you one more set, jagi?â
âPlease,â you gasp. âIâm so fucking close, Tae.â
Your head feels heavy on your neck now, and it takes all the strength you have to look at Taehyung when you feel the brush of his marble palm against your cheek. âI love you,â he murmurs, and then thereâs an animal sound as his teeth tear a fresh gash into the other side of your neck.
Two cocks filling you, two tongues drinking you, your mind at the precipice of blacking out, the sweet pleasure-pain of ice and fire twisting all the way through your body: itâs all too much. Taehyungâs second bite sends you violently over the edge, and your vision goes black as you come with a strangled scream. White noise roars in your ears like TV static, and you feel the unmistakable throb of two loads filling you up simultaneously as your cunt pulses in an endless, overwhelming orgasm.
A voice somewhere in the back of your mind asks if these might be your final moments alive, if this shaky inhale you can barely take is the last breath youâll ever breathe, and then the world goes dark as you lose consciousness entirely.
~*~
You wake up with a deep gasp, like coming up for air.
Youâve been laid flat on your back on the bed, and you sit up so fast your head spins, making it momentarily impossible to focus on anything. You squeeze your eyes shut again, trying to steady yourself.
âOh thank god,â Taehyungâs worried voice comes from your right side, and you feel both of his hands close over yours. âI was just about to call Seokjin. Do you still want me to?â
The thought of having to explain any of this to Taehyungâs adoptive father makes your face burn with embarrassment.
âNo, no, Tae,â you manage to croak. âIâm fine, seriously. Donât call him.â
âYouâre lucky,â you hear Jungkook scoff from your left. âI had about five more seconds left of you playing dead before I was going to tear vampy here to shreds. Guess thereâs always next time.â
You wrench your eyes open in disbelief to find Taehyung and Jungkook staring at you, brows creased with worry.
âN-next time?â
âDo you still want that, jagiya?â Taehyung asks softly, and you have to swallow down the urge to cry. âYou still want both of us?â
âMore than anything,â you choke out, eyes darting between the two of them, trying to take them both in at once. âI-Iâm sorry I pushed myself too hard, but please, I still needââ
âItâs okay,â Taehyung interrupts you. âWe clearly all got caught up in the moment. Iâm just glad youâre okay. And now we know better, for⊠next time.â
You still canât believe what youâre hearing, and you turn to look at Jungkook, trying to make sense of it.
Jungkook just shrugs. âNeither of us have ever felt anything close to what we felt tonight. I mean, it was insane. And we both love you, that much is obvious. So as long as youâre still breathing, I guess weâre gonna have to learn to play nice.â
Taehyung laughs darkly as your jaw drops open. âItâs true, jagiya. I never wouldâve believed it before tonight. But, despite all odds, it would seem weâve found a way to⊠compromise.â
lol i'm so sorry this was the dumbest thing i've ever written bye
Summary: Your roommate was sure she found you the perfect man. Her boyfriend believed he found Taehyungâs soulmate. The only problem was that you never wanted to date an idol and he never wanted to drag you into this life. Taehyung didnât even know what he wanted anymore and was tired of being criticized for simply growing up. You just wanted to finish university and do something for yourself. What started out with the meddling of your friends became something neither of you expected. Could the two of you be what the other is missing? Or would things just fall apart?
Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers.
Warnings: Another idol au because I canât be fixed. Idol!Tae x ArtStudent!reader. Choi Wooshik and wooga are part of the story. We follow BTSâ 2021 schedule, but thereâs no c*vid. More to be added.Â
âwhen you decided to meet up with taehyung for dinner to reconnect, you didnât expect to see jungkook, your ex, on a date with his current girlfriend and not to mention, end up fake dating taehyung.â
warnings: cursing, reader feels very guilty in this one, alcohol consumption (nothing major/bad though)
playlist: happier - ed sheeran, just asking - aquilo, my tears ricochet - taylor swift, one last time please - dodie
a/n: uh, super nervous to post this because ive never written so much before, but i had a ton of fun and i hope you guys enjoy it! if you guys have any problems reading, liking or reblogging it, please let me know! im not sure if tumblr can handle such a word count, so id appreciate it if you guys would tell me if something doesnt work and ill figure it out! anyway, hope you guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing this!
mm for the Halloween requests, could I ask for a fluff story with jungkook, who has a fight with the reader and she told him to sleep in the couch but he can't sleep because of the scary decoration in the living room for the upcoming party? thank you so so much! I love your stories đ happy Halloween đđ
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*side note: recipe for the cookies here
Bias: Jungkook from BTS
Genre: Fluff (so much fluff uwu)
Warnings:Â Mentions of past toxic relationship (oh and you may get sick from the fluff intake)
Jungkookâs offer to help you study for your exam is unwelcome. His entire presence is unwelcome. You donât want help from the guy who passes all his classes without even trying. Itâs annoying â he is annoying. From the way he grins whenever he catches you staring at him, to the way his eyes shine whenever he smiles at you. Oh, and letâs not forget the way his tattoos shift when he stretches or the way his jawline sharpens when heâs focused. Nope, you definitely canât stand him.
âșâș AU: Enemies to lovers, fuck/badboy!Jungkook
âșâș Genre: Fluff / Smut / Angst
âșâș Rating: NC-17 (explicit sexual content, 18+)
âșâș Pairing: JJK x Reader
âșâș Word Count: 13k
âșâș Jungkook Snuggle Drabbles.
Warnings Include:
A lot of swearing, heavy themes of miscommunication and strong judgements, Jungkook sleeps around a lot, university related stress, brief mention of past underage drinking, emotional and romantic angst, argument, the desecration of a mug.Â
Sexual content:Â Protected sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, face sitting/riding.
âAs your best friend,â Taehyung says sheepishly over the phone, âI really need you to do me a favour.â
You groan, leaning your head over the edge of the bed. âI donât like where this is going.â
He hums. He doesnât even laugh. Thereâs just a brief silence before he asks you the impossible. âI need you to invite Jungkook for the get-together on Friday.â
â âItâs funny because you remind me exactly of this drink I made last night. Yeah, yeah, it was the black tea with boba. Bitter, with tiny balls.â
⣠ pairing: reader x jungkook
⣠ genre: fluff, comedy, bobarista!reader, lacrosseplayer!jungkook, e2l!au
⣠ word count: 23k (of pure disgusting e2l fluff)Â
⣠ warning!: slight implicit smutÂ
⣠ a/n: header title credit to the loveliest @yehdayumsâ !!! a sweetheart for making this cute header hehe <3 also support small businesses!Â
⣠ summary: jungkook has a thing for pretty girls who work with tiny balls, especially the new fiery bobarista at his favorite boba shop, whom he finds absolutely adorable, but finds out later that sheâs just as sweet as she made his milk tea orderâ not sweet.
ârating/genre:Â m/18+ | college au, fwb, smut, fluff, angst
âword count:Â 8.1k
âwarnings:Â implied family issues, photography major jk in full effect, casual titty sucking (lol), oral sex (f receiving), ass eating and motorboating?, handjob, unprotected sex (crowd boos and throws tomatoes), a bit of spanking, talk of sex toys, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, slight dom and sub oc, slight sub and dom jk, shower head as vibrator (everyone w a clit has done this pls-), some manhandling, anal play, shower floor sex !!!, very slight cum eating, oc reflects on how far sheâs fallen, oc still hates men, maybe unrequited love, maybe not
âsummary:Â Everything is wet. You and Jungkook tangled up on the shower floor. Your eyes afterwards.
ânotes: yOuâRe WeLcOmE rEaDeRs. this was only going to be a one shot but i was manipulated into making it a three part series bc of u all >:((! lol kidding love u babies! tbh i'm a bit disappointed with this piece. i really loved it when i outlined it but for some reason it just didnât come together how i wouldâve hoped. i tried my best guys rip. hopefully part three will be better. anyways, feedback is greatly greatly appreciated!! thank you again for all the engagement on part one if youâre new pls go read it and check out my masterlist here. ALSO HUGE THANK YOU TO MY BBY @here4btsfics FOR BETAING LEGIT COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT U!!
âseries: | pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 |
âYou look miserable.â
You were miserable.Â
The air at the frat party was suffocating. Sweaty bodies grinding against one another, nudging your shoulder as they shimmied by. The strobe lights made your vision splotchy and the blaring speakers had your head pounding. Plus, you could already feel the makeup sinking into your pores. An oil cleanse is needed asap.
âYou look like a hot mess,â you snap at the boy in front of you. His stringy bangs stick to his clammy forehead, poking out from underneath his black bucket hat. The neck of his dark gray t-shirt is stretched to one side from the pull of petite, manicured fingers. Pink lip gloss is smeared across his lips, making a glittery trail down his neck. Sore red marks already blooming. âItâs late.â
âItâs only like-â Jungkook looks at his watch. â1 am.â
âYeah, late. I have a test in the morning.â
âGo home.â
That was the problem. The two only people you really knew at the party, Mina and Taehyung, snuck off into a grimy bathroom to fuck eachotherâs brains out. That was an hour ago. How long could they really go at it? You explain this to Jungkook with a sigh. âIf theyâre not back in the next twenty minutes, Iâm going to flip.â
âDonât be a buzzkill.â Jungkook chuckles, plopping down on the brown corduroy couch next to you. A drop of alcohol spills over the edge of his red solo cup, landing right on your bare thigh. âYou canât go by yourself?â
âIâm a woman, Jungkook.â
âAh, right,â he nods, thumb brushing away the dark liquid on your skin before putting it in his mouth. Goosebumps form instantaneously as you watch in utter shock. âDonât take this the wrong way, Bambi, but I donât think a dude would touch you with a ten foot pole. Youâre kinda fucking scary.â
You glare at him, fluffy brows furrowed into sharp slants. Deep scowl on your red pout.
âSee?â He laughs, tattooed digits coming up to pinch the baby fat of your cheeks. âCome on, Iâll walk you home.â
âNo,â you huff, slapping his hand away. The subtle touch was enough to feel how surprisingly soft his skin is. âIâll go get Mina and Taehyung-â you scoof, getting up from the tattered material under you.Â
âChill.â His fingers catch the ruffled hem of your dress, knuckles brushing against the back of your thigh.Â
The audacity.
âLet them do their thing. Iâll take care of you.â
âArenât you in the middle of-â your eyes flicker over to Nayeon, who had been attached to Jungkookâs neck all night prior. Sheâs on the opposite side of the room, swaying back and forth, watching him cautiously. No doubt wondering if the illusive man had slipped from her grasp, onto the next girl that caught his fleeting attention. â-A thing?â
âNayeon is cool.â He glances over his shoulder, gnawing on the silver ring on the corner of his lip. He nervously rolls the material of your dress between his thumb and index finger. Your eyes widen at the motion. Why was he being so⊠handsy tonight? âSheâll understand.â
Even from a distance, you can see the disappointed glint in her eyes when he explains that heâs heading out for the night.
The air outside is much nicer. The wind brushes through the cracks in the trees, kissing the leaves with a seemingly soft gust. The brunt of the blow isnât felt until the wind is gone, and the unsuspecting leaves slowly dwindle to the ground. Confused as to how something so delicate and graceful led to their demise.
âUgh, fuck,â Jungkook snarls, sticking out his pink tongue after taking a sip of whatever drink he had been nursing. âShitâs like battery acid.â
You giggle, turning your head to get a better look at him. He looks so pretty in the moonlight. Even prettier than usual, you think. Your eyes dart back to the sidewalk under your feet.Â
âHere,â he passes the plastic cup towards you. âI canât drink anymore.â
âEw, I donât want your backwash, Jeon.â You scoff, holding your balled fists to your chest in disgust.Â
âIâve been known to spit in a mouth every now and then⊠never had any complaints.â
God, heâs so crude.Â
âI told you, I have a test to take.â
âOh please,â he persists. âI take all my tests hungover.â
âWhat tests?â You surrender, finally accepting the poisonous drink. A quick whiff of the mysterious liquid confirms his earlier sentiments. It was most definitely battery acid. âYouâre a photography major.â
âChug! Chug! Chug!â Jungkook chants, pumping his fist in the air for emphasis.
âStop peer pressuring me!â You say exasperatedly, words riddled with broken laughter. Heâs so insufferably annoying but⊠weirdly adorable.
He continues, shouting louder until you down the drink in one big gulp, gagging at the putrid aftertaste. He cheers, no concern for the sleeping students who can surely hear his booming voice through their thin dormitory walls.
âIâm a bad influence on you. Youâre turning into me.âÂ
âYou wish.âÂ
âNot Bambi anymore, hm?â He takes his hat off, ruffling his hair before plopping it onto your head. âGonna have to call you my baby.â
The breeze does nothing to ease the burning in your cheeks. âYouâre an idiot, Jungkook.â
âOh God⊠you sound like my parents,â he laughs. It wasnât the one you had become accustomed to throughout your brief friendship. The high-pitched infectious one that always coaxed a similar sound out of you.Â
This laugh was sarcastic. Devoid of joy.
âIâm so drunk that you look like âem too.âÂ
You glance up from the crushed cup. He looks⊠sad. Youâve never seen Jungkook sad, or even serious for that matter. His lips are pulled into a tight line, chin covered little dents as he tries to contain his emotions.Â
Whatever he was feeling, you never want him to feel it again.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âItâs nothing,â he shakes his head, back pressing against the entrance of your building, prepared to push it open for you.Â
âIt doesnât sound like nothing,â you frown, halting your steps. You canât leave until that heart wrenching expression stops tainting his features.
âMy parents are like⊠old school,â he shrugs, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. âI was so sheltered growing up. I feel like I missed out on a lot and I just⊠they wanted me to go to law school. Can you believe that? Me? A lawyer?â
Jungkook was a person you never expected to relate to. Sure, you were casual friends, but you chalk that up to circumstance. He just so happened to be a friend of your roommateâs boyfriend. Your interactions up until this point had been playful banter. Nothing incredibly deep.Â
Honestly, you didnât even think he was capable of complex emotions.
You feel guilty about that now.
âThey sound like mine,â you admit. âThey completely tie my worth to my academic success.â
âBut youâre good at that. Thinking.â His fingers tap against his temple before rubbing in soothing circles, trying to coax the cogs in his skull to spin. âYouâre the most intelligent person I know and Iâm not just saying that because I like you.â
âThank you,â you peep. Youâve always suspected that Jungkook secretly hated you.
Hate is a strong word and youâre very dramatic.
But nothing about your lifestyles are parallel. Theyâre perpendicular, moving in two completely separate directions. Only crossing paths every now and then.
Too different and incompatible.Â
âMy brain doesnât work like that- watch your step,â he warns, pointing at a divet between the concrete and tile as you finally step inside.Â
âI donât like to think. I like to see. Iâm a visual person.â Heâs talking with so much passion, hands moving about to show you what his words couldnât. You watch in awe.
âThey donât get that. Like when I got these,â he holds his inked arm out for your viewing pleasures. âMy dad bugged out. âYouâll never get a good job with those doodles on your arm.ââ
His tone was so exaggerated that you couldnât help but giggle, shoulder knocking against his as you walked. He laughs too.
âI donât really give a shit about the future. I care about now. I want to experience everything I can, right now. To me, life is about living in the moment. Photography is literally like-â his eyes squint, darting around the hallway as he looks for the right words. âLike- snapshots of the present.â
He got so carried away that he didnât realize you had reached your destination. You blink at him.
âIâm sorry.â he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. âThat was stupid,â
âNo!â You lower your voice immediately, embarrassed at your sudden outburst. âI actuallyâŠâ You pause, contemplating your next words.
âI wish I was m-â
âI want to be-â
You both pause this time. Jungkook nods his head towards you, giving you the green light to speak first.
âIn some ways, I wish I was more like you.â
âYeah.â He hums with a soft smile, leaning against your doorframe. So delicate and graceful. âI was gonna say the same thing.â
You gulp, completely and utterly rattled. Your shaky hands fiddle with your keys, struggling to fit them into the lock.Â
Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? Itâs just Jungkook.
He laughs, steadying your jittery hand with his own and helping you slot the metal in.Â
âThank you for walking me home,â you say meekly, avoiding eye contact as you enter the dark room. âFor what itâs worth⊠I think your tattoos are really cool.â
âAnd I think youâre really cute when youâre flustered,â he smirks, backing away from the doorway and waving at you. âGoodnight, Bambi.â
Much to your dismay, the compliment makes your cheeks heat up.
âJungkook, wait! Your hat!â
âNah, keep it!â He shouts down the hallway. âIt looks better on you anyway!â
âJungkook, stop,â you whine, back arching off your white cotton duvet. The soft tongue twisting around your nipple makes it incredibly difficult to focus on your cracked phone screen. âThis episode is important. We meet Sailor Mars.â
âSorry, Bambi,â He grunts, wet mouth reluctantly popping off your stiff bud. âGot distracted.â
Itâs been a little under two month of this. Of you and him.Â
Having sex, exchanging sweet words and touches, going back to just friends. Rinse and repeat.Â
Blissful peaks and exhausting valleys. A rollercoaster of emotions with no logical endpoint in sight. You tried not to think about that part often though.
It was easy to distract yourself from the truth when Jungkook brought you lunch during the gap in his classes, or when he agreed to watch Sailor Moon in its entirety without much pushing. Atleast you could pretend he was yours in those little moments of affection.
You huff, pulling the crumpled t-shirt, his t-shirt, back over your chest. Your heart was still pounding from your last round an hour or so ago, and him casually sucking on your nipple while streaming a cartoon didnât help.
âSheâs your favorite?â He questions, propping his head up on the heel of his hand as he lays on his side. You nod, gaze flickering over to him. His previous activities had made his teddy bear headband slouch forward. You use one of the plush brown ears to pull it back into place.
Although sweet and attentive, Jungkook wasnât immune to the innate disadvantages that came with being a man.Â
Like not knowing how to wash his face properly.Â
You watched in horror a couple weeks ago as scrubbed his face in your bathroom sink. Bangs and all. An order for a cute bear headband, the same brand as your kitty ones, was placed immediately. The way he smiled when you gave it to him would forever be burned into your memory.
âMakes sense,â he hums. âMars is the planet of war.â
You side-eye him, knowing exactly what he was implying with that snide comment. âJust watch the show, Jeon.â
âI am.â His wavering attention turns back to your phone. âI love 90's animation. It was basically all done by hand, see?â He points at the scene behind Usagi; a blue watercolor sky fading into a baby pink. Clearly hand drawn. It was a detail you never noticed before.
âAnd the saturation is higher so the colors look brighter.â
âYour major is showing,â you say, using an eye roll to suppress the smile dancing on your lips. You donât want to disturb the hydrating sheet mask on your face, resting in just the right position. You also donât want to clue him in on how cute you find his artistic rambles.
âSpeaking of that,â he laughs, resting his cheek against your chest, unable to stay in one position for too long. Heâs like that in the bedroom too. You sigh as dry bits of his face mask crumble off his temple and onto the black fabric. Baby steps. âYouâre still coming to the showcase, right?
Jungkookâs big end-of-semester project was to create a photography portfolio on a topic of his choosing. There was going to be a cute little gallery event to display the work of him and his classmates. It was hard not to get your hopes up when he invited you.Â
That was a sign that maybe, just maybe, the feeling was mutual. Right?
âRight,â you answer him curtly. âNow tell me what topic you picked, demon.âÂ
âNah, youâll have to be a good girl and wait,â he grins teasingly, lifting up to steal an airy peck. âBesides, I need to get one more sho-â
Ding.
âThank fuck!â He groans, springing up at the sound of your timer. âThis feels like sandpaper. What the fuck are you doing to my face?â
âOh, donât be a baby,â you scold, pressing pause and tossing your phone onto your bed. Heâd have to meet your favorite character some other time, clearly too distracted and antsy tonight to focus.Â
âBambi,â he says indignantly, pointing straight ahead at Minaâs floor mirror with wide doe eyes. His skin is cracked and painted gray. The reflection is startling to the skincare newbie. âLook at how dry this shit is!â
âJungkook, itâs supposed to look like that. Itâs a clay mask.â You laugh, peeling your more gentle one off and tossing it into the little trash bin near your nightstand. âYou have oily skin, so itâll help clear out your pores and reduce excess sebum production.â
âI donât even know what that means,â he laughs, climbing out of bed and rolling his shoulders, arms numb from laying down too long. Heâs topless. You canât help but eye the way his back muscles pop out with every circular motion.Â
How yummy.Â
âDo you mind if I hop in the shower?â
He doesnât need to ask. Jungkook has become a permanent fixture in your dorm, like the color pink or your twin bed. Whenever Mina is gone, heâs there.Â
His presence is also similar to your bed in the sense that it doesnât extend past the four walls of your room and mind.
A bed is warm, though. Comforting. And you long for it when youâre not in it.
That longing leads your wandering feet into the steamy bathroom.
âJungkook,â you peep softly, knocking gently on the glass door before sliding it open. âCan I join you?â
The unexpected noise makes him jump, a large palm hitting his bare chest with a wet smack. Once his mind registers the sound as your voice though, his body language softens. Your voice so sweet and melodic in his ears. âI would never turn down an opportunity to see your tits. Wet.â
âYou could see them more often if you just fell in love with me already,â you think to yourself, peeling off your cherry-printed thong and oversized shirt before stepping into the warm shower.Â
He looks so dreamy in the sauna of your shower.
Your pupils pause when they land on the unbelievably minuscule nipples that you always tease him for. His cheeks and chest are a soft baby pink. Your favorite color. Whether itâs from the scalding water or him nailing you into the rickety mattress earlier, you canât tell. All the fog makes him look even more heavenly than usual, like an angel descending from the clouds.
Youâre down bad.Â
Thereâs a speck of clay still on his chin, covering that little brown freckle you love so much. You cup the side of his face, thumb swiping away the leftover mask. He leans into your palms, lips chasing your finger to press a soft kiss on the pad of it.
Why must he make things so difficult for you?
 âI got it,â he mumbles, snatching the pink face cloth from your hand and reaching for what his peanut brain thinks is body wash.Â
âJungkook, thatâs shampoo.âÂ
âWhat? No way,â he shakes his head confidently, picking up the slippery green bottle and reading the label with squinted eyes.Â
You were right, of course.
âOh, I fucked up thenâ He smells like lavender and mint. The scent fills your nostrils when he grabs the actual body wash from the bamboo wall shelf, suctioned to the tile near your head. It's the same fragrance of your very fancy, very expensive, shampoo.Â
You glance at the bottle. Itâs nearly empty.Â
âJungkook! Youâre such an idiot!â
âItâs not that deep, Bambi. Relax,â he chuckles nonchalantly.
âItâs not funny!â Read the shower, Jeon. Haircare is no laughing matter. You cross your arms over your chest, titty-viewing privileges revoked until further notice. âThat stuff is expensive, Jungkook. Itâs Paul Mitchell...â
âNot Paul Mitchell,â he humors you, bottom lip jutting out dramatically. His shiny silver lip ring and eyebrow piercing do nothing to aid his faux innocence. âIâll buy you another bottle, I promise. I used it because it reminds me of you. Smells so good.â
Jungkook squeezes the soap onto the pink cloth before running it over your body, lathering the vanilla-scented bubbles on your skin. Hands caressing every part of you so gently, as if youâre the most fragile thing heâs ever dealt with. Afraid to break you in his careless and clumsy palms.
Heâs cleaning you so tenderly that it makes your lovesick heart pound.
Heâs diligent too, squatting down awkwardly to wash your manicured toes, balancing your foot on top of his knee. He lets out an airy laugh when your foot jerks under his sneaky tickling fingers.Â
Even on your most intimate parts, his touch stays pure and delicate. He cups your breasts, cleaning under them and around them. The damp cotton barely ghosts over your nipples. Heâs never been shy to pinch, suck, or even bite them before. It doesnât feel right to him in this context though. He doesnât want to make you uncomfy or ruin the moment by doing or saying something dirty.Â
Sometimes, Jungkook makes you feel so⊠important. So cared for.Â
You cling to him when he washes your back, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into the solid surface of his chest. You stay like that for a moment. Holding eachother under the warm stream of the shower. Savoring it while heâs still with you like this.
Blissful peaks.
The gentle swirls and shapes he draws against your skin lulls you into a trance. All you can hear is his heart beating.Â
Itâs so close but so out of reach.Â
You count the seconds between the faint thumps. So distracted and content that your ears block out the sharp sounds of water hitting tile. All you hear is him.
Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook.
A quick swat to your ass brings you back to reality.Â
You peep out a small moan, jolting forward from the impact.Â
âYou like when I do that,â he deduces, the corner of his lip pulling into a crooked smirk as he massages your stinging behind. âWhen I have my way with you. Donât you, Bambi?â
You nod, cheek still smushed into his wet chest. How humiliating.
âYouâre a lot more submissive than I thought youâd be.â
âYou thought about me before we started hooking up?â You counter, voice taking on a teasing tone to hide the flutter in your chest. He wanted you too. The thought was reassuring.
âMm, maybe.â His hardening cock, brushing right against your inner thigh, tells you the answer. âThe version of you in my head was confident, though. Knew what she wanted and took it.â
He whispers the last part, gaze floating down to your lips and licking his bottom one in preparation. The telltale signs of an incoming smooch. You close your eyes, expecting a sweet kiss-
âI get that youâre still learning how to fuck,â he shrugs. âSo no biggie.â
Asshole. He's taunting you.
âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?âÂ
âItâs not a bad thingâŠâ he coos, patronizingly. âJust the Bambi I know would never let a man tell her what to do.â
Any implication of you being compliant and passive, especially to a male counterpart, would normally send you into a rampage. He never understood how someone so kind could also be so viscous. When angry, you were comparable to a fire-breathing dragon, destroying villages and burning people alive with your blazing articulate tongue. Jungkook would never tell you that though, lest you think he was calling you ugly and reptilian.
That couldnât be further from the truth, because he found it so fucking sexy when you were mad. And the bubbles of irritation were already brewing in your stomach.
Youâre falling right into his trap.
âI donât,â you argue through gritted teeth. âAnd I always take what I want.â
âThatâs not true,â Jungkook tutts his tongue at you. âYou want me so bad and you havenât done anything about it.â
Your heart drops. Is it that obvious you have a big fat crush on him?
âWhy donât you show me a little bit, then?â He huffs, voice pleading and whiny. He grabs your hand and guides it around his semi-hard member, engulfing yourâs in his tattooed one. âTouch me how you want.â
Oh, he meant sexually. You let out a sigh of relief.Â
Even partially soft, his cock feels heavy in your hand. Your fingertips barely meet around the shaft, pink mushroom tip poking out of your tiny fist. Two months. Two months of seeing his cock every three to five business days, and youâre still intimidated by the sheer size of him. How could you not be? He was massive.
He knocks his wet forehead against yours. His gaze is trained on his growing cock, tongue fiddling with his lip ring as he focuses. So visual.
Hm. It could be fun to take control. Especially when he was practically begging for it.Â
Jungkook prefers to be the pleasing partner. Foreplay usually consists of him licking and touching every square inch of you until youâre squirming. Youâve never seen him so needy and desperate before.
Most dicks were ugly. Monstrous even. In the flesh, youâve seen a whopping total of three penises throughout your lifetime, Jungkookâs included. A small sample size for your age. But youâve watched enough porn to know that they were anything but aesthetically pleasing.
Youâve always been drawn to the finer, pretty things in life.
And his is so so pretty.
Itâs not overly vascular. The veins running along his shaft are subtle, you can only feel them when you give him a hard tug. His skin is smooth and supple. Pelvis clean-shaven. Despite his little skincare mishaps, you can know he takes good care of himself. Itâs a quality you found extremely attractive.Â
Languidly stroking up, you twist your wrist over the swollen tip. Your grip isnât as tight as he likes and you know it, purposely dragging over the upward curve with an unbearably loose fist. The running water makes the glide easy as you pump him languidly, stopping at the crown and squeezing to give him a little relief.Â
He peeps out a dreamy sigh when a pearl of dew leaks out of the slit. You coo at the sight, using your thumb to smear the wetness around his sensitive head.
A dirty Jungkook-type thought pops into your head.
âPut it in your mouth,â you command, holding your glistening digit in front of his big nose.Â
He hesitates for a moment. Itâs fair. You were literally asking him to taste his own precum. His black pupils dart to your thumb, over to your face, and then back to your thumb.Â
Has he never done this before?
Heâs apprehensive, but fiercely competitive to the core. Never one to turn down a challenge. Youâve known that since you met him, when he nearly had a meltdown over losing a simple game of beer pong.Â
He takes the pad of your thumb into his pink pucker, sucking on it like a sugary lollipop. His lustful eyes lock onto yours when his tongue just barely grazes over your skin. Theyâre pleading, so desperate for your approval.Â
âGood boy⊠now spit.â
You feel his cock twitch against your stomach, wet tip leaving a sticky trail to your belly button. He obliges, letting a string of spit land in your palm. You hum contently, wrapping your hand around his shaft again. Coating him in his own saliva.Â
âI love that,â he moans out, voice so turned on that you have to clench your thighs together for friction. Theyâre already clammy with arousal.
âLove what?â You tease. âPraise or my hand?â
âBoth,â he admits with no hesitation, hips recoiling and subtly thrusting into your palm. He slicks back his bothersome bangs to get a better view.Â
He looks so good with his forehead out.
âDoes that feel good?â
He nods halfheartedly, tunnel-visioned in on the way youâre just fucking milking him. The nasty wet clicking noises filling the air only make his impending orgasm build up quicker. Jungkook has always prided himself on his stamina, but heâs already feeling that overwhelming pooling in his balls.
âAre you gonna cum?â
âYeah, Bambi...â He sighs, mouth dropping when heâs done speaking. Thick brows knitting together. Face contorting in the way it always does when heâs about to bust.
 You tug him hard and fast until heâs teetering on the point of no return-
And then you stop.
The muscles at the base of his cock contract and expand, making it bounce up against his pelvis. The creamy pale skin at the base transitions into a bright red at the tip. So swollen and angry. So ready to cum.
âFuck!â He shouts, slamming the side of his fist against the tile wall, snarled teeth look too ferocious to be bunny-like. The hooded gaze he shoots you is scary, even angrier than his cock.Â
It looks painful.
You feel bad, truly.
But it was a small glimpse of the pain you felt when he blue-balled your love and affection.
âI cum first,â you taunt with a smirk, pressing a gentle peck on his lips. He doesnât reciprocate, pout cemented in a firm straight line. âThen you.â
His tattooed knuckles sneak under your wet hair, curling around the back of your neck. The other is grips on your shoulder, trimmed nails digging into the delicate skin as he shoves you forward. You gasp, bouncing breasts squished against the shower door, cool slippery glass brushing against sensitive nipples.Â
Jungkook usually takes the lead during sex, gently coaching you through the motions until youâre both silly-smiled and starry-eyed in post orgasm bliss. Youâve never seen him so domineering. A sharp juxtaposition to the whiny boy who was desperately seeking words of affirmation a few minutes ago.
His duality has you embarrassingly wet.
âIâm sorry,â he grunts, nuzzling into your shoulder and placing a few gentle, apologetic pecks on your skin. âI donât mean to be so abrasive.â
Abrasive.
That was a big word, for him atleast. His vocabulary has expanded a bit. The thought makes you gleam.Â
âYouâre just-â The words are broken off by an airy chuckle. âIâm so fucked.â
Thereâs no time for you to mull over the hidden meanings of his words. He nudges your legs apart with his knee, muscular thigh pressing right into your sopping sex. You moan at the contact, grinding down on it until itâs rudely snatched away.Â
âIsnât someone greedy?â His voice is muffled, lips preoccupied with kissing a messy trail down your spine before dropping to his knees behind you. Right on the shower floor. âYouâve already cum. Twice.âÂ
You had sex just a few hours. And he did indeed, make you cum twice. Once on his fingers and once around his cock.
It wasn't enough, though. Never enough with him.
âWant more...â
âI know you do, justâŠâ His words dissipate when spreads one cheek to the side, distracted by the mesmorising sight of your glistening slit and puckering hole. âStay still. Let me look at you.â
The lack of sensory information has you on edge. From your position, you canât see him. Only catching blurry glimpses of a tattooed arm when it extends into your field of vision. Itâs hard to hear the nasty declarations that pour out of his mouth over the pitter-patter of water. Thereâs no perceptible clues that help you predict his next movements. You have to wait until you feel them.
His big hands knead your skin, making the fatty parts jiggle with his thumbs resting under each cheek. âWowâŠâ he peeps in admiration before shoving his entire face in your ass, vigorously shaking his head side to side.Â
Heâs so lewd.
You squeak when his sneaky tongue pokes out.
âNoâŠâ
âWhy?âÂ
âThatâs so⊠dirty.â You donât mean you, of course. Even in the drunkest of states, you could execute a ten step skincare routine flawlessly, facial rollers and all. You were referring to the act.
âI mean⊠weâre kinda past that, donât you think?â
You hum a contemplative noise. He had a point.
âDonât you like it, baby?â A soft kiss is placed against the cinched muscle. âWhen I play with you like this?â
Baby.
He hasnât called you that since he walked you home from the party. Your stomach somersaults.Â
âI love it,â you confess with a sigh.
âThen why is it dirty? Iâm just making you feel good, arenât I?â He coos, placing the pad of his thumb on the untouched area. Thereâs no pressure behind it, just light strokes around the rim. âI can make you feel so good, if you just let me do what I want.â
What heâs implying is nerve-wracking. Anal play was something you never even considered dabbling in.
âIâll be gentle, I promise.â
You trust him and youâre consumed by lust, so you give a small nod.Â
âI need to hear you say it.â
âDo whatever you want, Koo⊠anything.â
Thereâs a sharp exhale and then soft fingers massaging tight circles on your clit. You relax into the touch. A tried and true method of making you feel good, and hopefully, ease you into the uncharted waters with little tension. Jungkook lets a string of spit fall between your cheeks, knowing youâll need the extra lubrication.Â
âFu- hmm,â you hum through curled lips when his thick thumb slowly prods in, only up to the first knuckle. Itâs not as painful as you expected. A little strange and unfamiliar, but the stretch was oddly pleasurable. âSâ good.âÂ
âNo one has ever been in here before, right? Only me?â
âOnly you.â You mewl, grinding back into his hand. The confession makes him moan. The thought of defiling you, ruining you, does things to him and to his leaking cock.Â
âMaybe if youâre good, Iâll get you a butt plug.â He pauses, before adding an afterthought. âA small one with a pink gem.â
You donât respond, enjoying the feeling of his hand too much to speak.
âYeah,â he hums to himself. âGonna double dip you one of these days.â
âKoo,â you whine. âPlease do something.â
He canât deny you. Not when thereâs those dreamy, desperate hues in your voice. Jungkook spins, sitting on the ground before shuffling backwards until his back is against the shower door. Positioned directly between your legs. Right under your leaking cunt.
âRide my face,â he whimpers. âPleaseâŠâ
In your limited experience, and via the data youâve collected from third-party sources (Mina), guys only ever beg to receive oral sex.Â
But Jungkook is different. Here he was, fully prepared to devour your pussy like itâs his last meal on death row.
Hopefully the crime committed isnât breaking your heart.
âJungkook, you donât- fuck!â His mouth is on you before you can even finish the sentence. Toned arm wrapped around your thigh, pulling you down onto his thirsty tongue like youâre a refreshing drink on a hot summer day.
The cool metal of his lip ring brushing against your outer lips as he delivered long unhurried licks between them, had your thighs trembling. You were so worked up and heâs barely even touched you.
The position is great, amazing even, but itâs hard to hold him like you want. You twist awkwardly reaching behind you and letting your fingers trace the outline of his sharp jaw. You can literally feel his tongue working under the skin, collecting as much of your sweet dew as possible before swallowing it in big gulps.Â
The combination of your juices and the running water makes Jungkook-
âFeel like I'm drowning,â he laughs, sending hot breaths into your core.Â
You peep an apology before standing on your toes, trying to create some breathing room.
âI didnât tell you to stop.â His free hand grabs your ass, fingertips digging into the plush surface as he pulls you back down. The motion makes his large nose brush against your clit, bulbous tip sneaking under the hood, tickling your most sensitive spot.
âFuck, baby.â you whine, already feeling a sticky hot climax approaching.
âDonât be shy.â The thick thumb, still hooked inside of you, begins rocking back and forth, moving your hips in tandem. Encouraging you to grind onto his face. âUse me.â
Despite the assertive facade, you were deeply insecure. Youâve never felt more liberated, more comfortable, than when Jungkookâs hands were on you, though. Caressing every undesirable part of you. Touching you in ways that made you swoon. Completely worshiping you.Â
With that in mind, you build up the courage to move freely. Humping his face like you do your pillow when youâre alone and needy for him.
You find yourself saying this often with Jungkook, but youâve never felt so good.
Thereâs little muffled moans under the sound of the shower. Between the wet strands of hair, you can see his thick brows pulled in at the middle. Features contorted to form that cute little yummy face he makes every time he eats good food. Or in this case, your pussy.
You giggle deliriously, gently pushing back his wet tresses. Theyâre silky and pliant from your conditioner. Your thumb smoothes over one of his brows in an attempt to tame the angry arch. Afraid to hurt him, you stop immediately when you feel his piercing.Â
The look he gives you when he peers up at you sends you spiraling. Thereâs something so raw behind his eyes.
It almost looks likeâŠ
âFuck, fuck, fuck!â You shout when your orgasm washes over you, hips jerking wildly and uncontrollably. Powerful waves of pleasure run through you. One after the other in rapid succession, leaving your legs shaking and your petite fingers clawing at his scalp.Â
He doesnât stop until you make him, with a fistful of hair and rough yank. Wet lips smacking together as he coos, taking in the sight of the overstimulated body before him. You feel empty when he removes his thumb from your sore hole and climbs to his feet.
âYour mouth,â you whine. âItâs too much.â
âI know,â he hums in agreement, hugging you from behind before continuing with an airy chuckle. âNayeon told me that I have an oral fixation.â
Nayeon.
Your heart drops at the mention of her name.Â
Why was he thinking about Nayeon? Especially now, when he was being intimate with you-
âDonât overthink it,â you tell yourself. It was probably just a flippant comment he made without thinkingâŠ
âOh no,â Jungkook groans dramatically, tattooed hand scrubbing over his face in frustration.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask, craning your neck to look at him.
âI only brought one condom,â he says in distraught, emphasizing the one like it was the biggest mistake of his life. âAnd we already used it.â
Hm. Now seems like a good time to ask him the question youâve been avoiding for weeks.
âAre you sleeping with anyone else?â
An eerie pause fills the air. You donât like the way he hesitates.
âNo⊠I always use protection anyways⊠and I just got tested last week.â
You donât like the way he answers. Almost like he didnât want to lie, but he didnât necessarily want to admit the truth either.
You donât push the matter further. You're afraid that if you do, heâll drift away. Float onto the next shiny, less complicated, thing that catches his wandering eyes.Â
âItâs okay. Just fuck me, Jungkook.â
âAre you sure?â He looks at you with wide, sparkly eyes. They appear almost animated, hand drawn in the same style as your favorite cartoon. âWe donât have to. I would never-â
âI want to.â
You just want him.Â
âAre you on the pill?â
âMhm.âÂ
He exhales a sigh of relief, head dropping to thank whatever higher power exists for making this happen. The stars aligned to make this happen. He gets to fuck you now. Raw.
When his hands land on your ass, theyâre shaky and unorganized. You canât tell if itâs from adrenal of excitement. His cock is at the perfect angle to slot between your cheeks without the help of his hands. Jungkook pushes them together, rutting his hips into the tight squeeze, moaning softly when his pink tip pokes out at the top.Â
âNo more teasing,â you huff with a pout.
âPut me in then, sweetheart.â
Another term of endearment. You wonder if heâs doing it on purpose. If he knows how you feel about him and is levying that affection against you. Using sweet words to lull you into any situation of his choosing.
You sigh, reaching between your legs. His couch is so touch-starved from the foreplay, the orgasm you denied him, that the contact makes it jump. You rub the engorged head over your clit, flicking it up and down over the swollen nub.
âThought you said no teasing.â He gruffs, strained and fucked out.
You nod in response, licking your lips as you guide him to your entrance. His heart beating so sternly in his chest that you can feel his pulse in the crown of his cock. So turned out and itâs all because of you.
Your mouth forms an âoâ shape when he slides in slowly. Youâre both so wet from the shower and your own arousals, that thereâs barely any resistance. Just a smooth glide until heâs buried to the hilt. Hushed, needy gasps escaping from both of you.
âAh- fuck,â he grunts, hips jolting forward even though thereâs no more length to give, pelvis mushing into you. You have to brace yourself with flat palms to prevent your head from knocking into the glass. âIâm in love with this pussyâŠâ
The sweet, filthy words make you clench around him.
Jungkook watches with parted lips as he pulls out. Top lip twitching in a snarl when he sees how creamy and shiny you made his cock. You always do, but this is the first time heâs actually witnessing it, feeling it, without any barrier.
âMy favorite pussyâŠâ he whispers, gripping your waist as leverage before he starts pounding into you. Closing his eyes to focus on his rhythm, savoring the way your warm, wet, natural ridges feel on his cock
Even from behind, his curve does wonders on your g-spot. The smooth underside deliciously strokes that sweet spot with every deep plunge. Your breasts bounce when his hips crash into yours, making the very tips of your nipples teasingly brushing against the wet glass. The coolness sends tingles through your burning skin.
âWhen can I really play with you?â He pants. âUse my vibrator until youâre cumming buckets, huh?â
âWhenever we stay at yoursâŠâ
He doesnât respond, leveling you with a simple hum instead.
âNah, I prefer going to the girlâs place-â Jungkook had slurred to Taehyung, projecting his voice over the static of the party. Loud enough for your unsuspecting ears to pick up the sound. âI feel bad for asking them to leave after, so it just makes things easier.â
That was before you started hooking up, but the memory still stings.
A lightbulb turns on Jungkookâs brain as he watches the running water hit your back. He reaches for the shower head, clicking the silver lever three notches to the left. Jet mode.
The ugliest sob rips though your chest when he places it directly on your clit.
âJungkook!â The stream is so powerful that it sends you into a panic. âI canât, I canât, I canât!â
âYes, you can,â his lips are smushed to your temple, trying to shush your cries. âGotta practice for the Hitachi, donât you baby?â
The constant stimulation from the water and his cock makes your orgasm build up much quicker than anticipated. Thereâs wetness on your cheeks. It's not from the splashing water pummeling directly into your clit. You feel so euphoric and overstimulated that youâre crying. Thereâs nothing you can do to stop the unbearable pleasure thatâs coursing through your veins.Â
You nearly blackout when you cum. Vision blurry. Hearing fading in and out. Legs giving out underneath you. Jungkook has to catch you, abruptly dropping the shower head to wrap his big arms around your waist before you plummet to the ground in bliss.
When you can support yourself again, he hangs up the forgotten metal, maneuvering you around until youâre facing him. He picks you up with an inked arm hooked under your thighs, free hand grazing over your back in soothing circles.
âI didnât push you too far, did I?â He asks worriedly.
You shake your head. He did, but you absolutely loved it. You peep when you feel the tip of his cook, still achingly hard, against your backside. âWhat about you?â
âDonât worry.â
âNo,â you protest. âWant you to cum too.â
He looks at you, gnawing on his bottom lip like heâs contemplating something. âIâll be quick.â
Jungkook lays you down on the shower floor gently, the same way he does on your twin bed. A grimace laces through your features. Over the last month, youâve been swamped with homework, putting a wedge in your normal routine. The last time you cleaned out the shower was two whole weeks ago.
Disgusting.
All complaints are forgotten when heâs inside of you, though. You would brace the bacteria and germs to have Jungkook between your legs.Â
âYouâre so pretty,â he huffs, admiring the way your hair fans out across the white porcelain. Leaning forward, Jungkook presses his entire weight on top of you, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. Thereâs a gust of wind on your shoulder as he breathes in your scent.Â
The whole atmosphere feels different.
The slow sensual grind of his hips makes you dizzy. You swear youâre hallucinating when you feel his hands graze up your arms, fingers interlocking with yours.Â
âLook at me.â
You crane your neck, wide eyes meeting his hooded ones. You breath hitches in your throat when you take in his expression. Heâs looking at you the same way he did earlier.
If you didnât know better, you would say heâs looking at you like heâs in love with you.
âIâm close,â he whispers, nudging his forehead against yours. He kisses you so delicately. Thereâs no heady teeth or rushed tongues. Just a sweet, soft kiss. âWhere do you want it?â
âInside.â
When he cums, itâs gentle and low. His hips never falter from their slow pace like they usually do when he climaxes. He doesnât moan lewdly or say anything dirty. He just stays clung to you, panting softly until he rides out his high.
You feel so warm and happy when he fills you up.Â
He stays on top of you while he catches his breath. You donât mind, petite hands scratching over his back. Listening to the calming, rain-like sounds of the shower.
âDo you want to go to bed?â You peep after a few minutes.
âI canât sleepover tonight, Bambi,â he coos, sitting back on his knees. You feel empty when he pulls out. âI have a test tomorrow.â
âOh⊠well, youâre still coming over tomorrow, right? So can we finish the season?â You question, recalling the pinky promise he made you last week.
âRaincheck,â he pouts. âI have something to do for one of my classes.â
You follow him to the door once youâre both dried off and dressed.
âGoodnight,â he places a dramatic kiss on the top of your head, pulling away with a little âmuahâ sound. Something in the corner of your room catches his eye before he leaves. âDid you steal my hat?â
Your eyes follow his finger, pointing straight to the black bucket hat on your desk.
âYou gave it to me.â
âI did?â He looks at you in confusion. âI donât remember that.â
âFuck off,â you groan, cocooning your blanket over your disturbed ears. You wanted nothing more than to rewatch Sailor Moon and mope, but the fireworks would not fucking stop. Where is campus police? And why are they letting dumb frat boys light off explosives?
You sigh, watching Usagi and Rei fight over Tuxedo Mask again. You know what the outcome will be. The thought of your favorite character falling victim to the unforgiving strain of unrequited love makes your heart hurt.
You tilt your head. Tuxedo Mask kinda looks like someone you know.Â
The show was supposed to be distracting, make you forget the fact that you got stood up but a guy youâve been crushing on for months. But even your alone time has become daunting. Consumed by him. Everything reminds you of Jungkook.Â
Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook.
You sigh, closing out the app in favor of scrolling through Instagram. The first picture you see on your feed is of Nayeon. Just your luck.
It was posted two minutes ago. You recognize the ugly brown couch in the background. Sheâs clearly at a party, form-fitting black mini dress complimenting her figure perfectly.Â
Your self-loathing mind guides your self-loathing fingers to zoom in on every little detail and compare yourself to her. Pretty hair. Perfect makeup. Tiny waist that curves out into her full hips. Long legs. Jungkook. Straight, pearly white teeth. Nice jawline-
Jungkook?
You do a double take, eyes scanning the photo until the land on him again. Heâs lingering in the background, back against the wall, looking down at his phone. You stay zoomed in on him for a while, staring at your phone screen until your vision goes blurry.Â
Every doubt and insecurity youâve harbored over the last few months hits you in a drowning, suffocating wave.Â
Exhausting valleys.
Why did you even agree to this? This stupid friends with benefits relationship.
You knew you would get hurt, but you didnât think it would hurt this bad. Not only did he lie to you, he was with Nayeon.
Nayeon. You canât fucking stand her-
You shake your head furiously and throw your phone to the foot of your bed.Â
You donât mean thatâŠ
Since when were you the type to hate another woman over a dumb guy? Or have unprotected sex? Or let someone so careless and selfish infiltrate your heart and mind?
How could you compare yourself to Nayeon when you two are in the exact same position?
You think about the night you fell for him, when he walked you home in the moonlight. She must have felt the same you do now. Youâre similar in your desire to be with him, knowing you'll get hurt in the end.
Because being with Jungkook for a little while was better than not being with him at all.
Itâs his eyes. Theyâre dark but so tender. The way they look at you like youâre the only thing that matters. The way they glow when he talks about things that interest him. Or how they dart up towards his forehead when he canât find the right words to say-
â__?â Mina calls, standing in the doorway with a takeout bag. You hadnât even noticed her come in. âWhy are you crying?â
âHuh?â You peep, eyes fluttering down to the little wet spots on your blanket.Â
Without even realizing it, you had grown to love Jungkook so much.Â
You spent the rest of the night sobbing in Minaâs arms.
â” summary; in which a pair of best friends are hopelessly in love with one another but theyâre both too dumb to realize, even when everyone around them are dropping hints every five minutes. or alternatively; âyouâre an idiot for thinking I wouldnât love you back.â
pairing;Â jeongguk x f. reader
word count;Â 15.8k
rating; 18+
content; roommates au + friends (idiots) to lovers, smut/fluff/angst
warnings;Â mentions of alcohol, swearing, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, cum eating, oral sex (f. receiving), stupid jeongguk and stupid reader
a/n; iâve been wanting to write a oneshot for so long with the ultimate boyfriend version of gguk, so i started writing with this gguk in mind. i hope you like it! ALSO, this is heavily unedited, so ignore any typos thx â enjoy!
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A classic! My favourite fic so far which has all of the elements i desire: humour (oh my god i was rolling around), smut (damn i was sweatinggggg!), and fluff (with a hint of angst). A must read for the one who loves the bickering friends to lovers-trope (or so called idiots to lovers).
Ⳡstruggling with the idea of your ex-boyfriend moving on, you enlist the help of your quiet roommate in a scheme that quickly spirals out of control.
âą full (and by full, i mean less vague) summary: you donât need retrospect to tell you that dating a coworker was a bad idea. two months after your breakup, he seems to have moved on to someone newâand quite happily, if his social media is to be believed. meanwhile, the only new thing in your life is your roommate, jungkook, who seems nice enough. just nice enough to coax into coming to your companyâs annual holiday party, and more than handsome enough to show off a little bit. or, as it turns out, a lot.
notes: my contribution to the once upon a holidayâŠÂ collab with the lovely @underthejoonâ, @fantasybangtanâ, @kpopfanfictrashâ, @lamourcheâ, @hobidreamsâ, and @suga-kookiemonsterâ! shoutout to @bendthekneetobangtanâ as well, who is the best cheerleader of all time đ
warnings: this fic is just 3 (dozen) tropes in a trenchcoat, aNd ThEy WeRe RoOmAtEs, slow burn, one (1) awkward boner, tatted!kook, long-haired!kook, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, jkâs big dick, squirting. not as edited as i would like but oh well đ€·đ»ââïž
You feel sick.
Your heart stutters in your chest, missing two whole beats before taking off into a strident gallop that hammers dangerously against the slats of your ribcage. Warmth rushes to your cheeks, unbidden, and spreads through your veins like wildfire. Sour bile rises up in your throat, and no matter how you try to swallow it down, it refuses to dissipateâjust like the photograph lighting up your phone screen.
The photograph of your ex-boyfriend, his face creased into that familiar dimpled smile and his arm wrapped snugly around his new girlfriend.