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Hello, pretty new to tumblr so sorry if it takes me a bit of time to get into the gist of things!
I enjoy reading and writing, and my page will more than likely consist of my own works, and things I come up with on a whim.
I have a pretty diverse amount of interests, meaning I am in a lot of different fandoms, and will be open to most requests if there are any!
I'm not a minor, so almost all my works will either take place in a college setting, or outside of school as a whole!
Almost all of my stories are female!reader, but I do try my best to not disclose anything physical, or even use "y/n", so take it as you will if you want :)
Here is my most recent work: "Try a Little Tenderness"
I will do my best to update this as I come out with new works, and try out different things with writing.
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!!!Most of my stories won’t include smut really, rare occasions at most!!!
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pairing: student! fem reader x student! jeon jungkook
summary: when you finally get your crush’s number, you expect the start of an epic love story— not a random guy making fun of you because he thinks the guy you’ve been obsessed with for the last six months gave you a fake number. Jeon Jungkook, the one who replies, finds it entertaining and helps you chase the guy… at least until he finds out that the person he’s been helping date another guy is you, the girl he’s been obsessed with for the last two years.
genre/warning: this is a smau fic!! with narration included in some chapter but it’s mostly messages/tweets. very unfunny jokes. this is mostly crack/fluff.
author’s note: don’t forget that the tweets have to be read from bottom to top. thank u guys for the wait i didn’t realize it’s been too long im sorry 😭 hope ure still reading this silly fic, lmk what u think of this chap<333
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— chapter eight: home-wrecker era!
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i made hobi more insane and yoongi lowkey is the real wingman hell yeaaa. ngl laughed a little with the first tweet because wth with everything that is happening here lowkey my timing couldn’t be so perfect 😭
i appreciate all fanfic writers so so much. if ur a fanfic writer please read this.
fanfics always make me feel so much better after a crappy day. being able to escape into a world that u love so much is such a gift. every single day, fic writers are coming home after working hard at a job or at school or doing something mentally/physically straining. and they write stories for us to immerse ourselves in. they cultivate characters that are open ended enough for us to be able to imagine ourselves in that place. i can honestly say that most of the fanfics i read are better than the books ive read. i’m so appreciative of all the fanfic writers, no matter what fandom or ship u write for. ur making so many people so happy. we as readers love u soso much!
tag ur fav writer in the comments so they can hear this!
Not all of the people reading your x reader fics have white skin
Just a gentle reminder before you write characteristics that assume whiteness and exclude your black/indigenous/poc supporters-specifically in 'x reader' works.
I love and appreciate writers, but this is a recurring avoidable issue (going on for decades now).
"your dusky pink nipples" "your face turned just as red as his" "he could see the blush on your face" “your cheeks furiously blushed” “your ears burn bright red” “The look in your reddened face” “your knuckles white with effort” “bruised purple against your light skin”
Describing the physical feeling instead of the visual change helps include your readers while also elevating your writing IMO.
Anyone can say "Your cheeks turned red with embarrassment" or "Your face flushed" but wouldn't you rather say "A burning heat rushed across your face, from your neck to the tip of your nose, prickling right underneath the surface. You look anywhere but him, hoping your newfound interest in the buildings ceiling tiles will ease the fire tightening beneath your skin" And instead of the other character pointing out that the readers face is red, they can point out the obvious flustered facial expression/body language.
If you want your reader insert to have white/fairskin, then just label them white!reader or put the mention in the warnings/summary.
↪I have reached out to writers I favored/supported before and sometimes I have been met with severe hostility and defensiveness. I often wonder if people are doing this purposefully or for some reason think only white people read their fanfics (?)-if that's the case then be upfront and label your reader inserts as white!reader or something PLEASE. It’s gotten to the point where I feel like black women and other POC aren’t wanted or considered in these fandoms because it comes off like that in your writing. If you need a different motivation, just know you're missing out on more interactions, reblogs, and a bigger reader base. I don’t know why white is the default for so many writers in unspecified x reader/reader insert fics-the people on your blog following, reading, and supporting you aren’t all white and fair-skinned.
I am not talking about OC fics or fics where race/skintone is x specified in summary or warnings. This is specifically about unspecified "x reader" where whiteness is assumed as the default
Put in the comments good replacements for writers to use!
You just got dumped. The one behind it? your boyfriend’s best friend Jungkook who’s hated you from day one. You hate him. He hates you. One thing’s for sure: when hate turns into desire, it gets messy, it gets reckless… and yes, hate sex is still sex.
⎯⎯ pairing: Grumpy Jungkook x Mean girl reader
🧷Genre: enemies with benefits
🧷Warnings: smutty, spoiled rich brat reader, car sex, dom!jk x sub!y/n, sloww burn, enemies to lovers, angst, college au, rich,girl!oc, oc is uptight, meandom!jk
🧷wc: 7k+
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enjoy!!<33
You knew exactly who was behind this. You knew it the second your phone lit up.
i don’t think this is working out anymore. We should break up.
Your brain reread the message once, then again, trying to process how casually eighteen months could be reduced to two sentences. Someone bumped your shoulder in the campus courtyard and muttered a quick apology, but you barely registered it. Your hands were shaking as you stared at the screen, a hot wave of rage turning into pure disbelief.
This didn’t sound like Minho. He could be clueless, painfully average at emotional conversations, and thoroughly disappointing in bed, but he would never break up with you over a text. If anything, he would’ve dragged the relationship out for another semester just to avoid this exact moment.
Minho didn’t make executive decisions like this on his own. To be frank, you’d been planning to break up with his ass before graduation anyway; what was supposed to be a two-week situationship had somehow stretched into a year and a half of total stagnation.
It was the method that irked you. The cowardice of it. No explanation, no conversation, no respect for the time you’d spent together. Just a clean exit, like deleting an app he didn’t use anymore. And there was only one person you knew who specialized in being that condescending, and arrogant.
Jeon. Fucking. Jungkook.
You couldn’t think of a single milestone where Jungkook hadn’t inserted himself into your relationship. Every disagreement between you and Minho had somehow become his business.
“You two don't seem compatible.”
“Are you sure this is healthy?”
“Maybe you’re ignoring red flags.”
He had spent months playing the role of the concerned best friend, subtly poisoning the well until Minho finally let him hold the shovel.
According to Jungkook, anything you did counted as suspicious behavior. You had endured months of it. the constant criticism disguised as concern, the subtle comments, the way he’d interrupt a moment that was almost romantic until the mood died completely. At one point, you’d genuinely wondered if Jungkook was secretly in love with Minho.
Whatever his problem was, you were about to make it personal.
You dragged your key across the side of his car with a furious, steady hand. Not Minho’s car... Jungkook’s.
The metallic scrape cut through the quiet parking lot, sharp and incredibly satisfying. You didn’t rush. You took your time, carving a long, messy line across the paint before stepping back to admire the damage. Your initials were deeply, violently etched right into the housing of his rearview mirror.
Petty? Absolutely. Deserved? Also yes.
You tugged at the strap of your bag and tampered with whatever else you could reach, nothing dramatic, just enough inconvenience to match your mood. Getting dumped over text had a way of humbling a person, but you weren’t about to take it lying down.
Exhaling through clenched teeth, you turned and started walking toward the narrow gravel path behind the engineering building. Every step was faster than the last, carrying you closer to where you knew they’d be. By the time you rounded the corner, you already knew the layout.
Minho and his friends were huddled near the chain link fence, smoking and laughing. The rest of the guys noticed you first. Their laughter died mid sentence as their eyes met yours, and they slipped away quietly, shuffling down the alley before a single word could be exchanged.
Jungkook didn’t move. He stayed at the edge of the group, leaning casually against the brick wall, hands stuffed into his pockets. He didn’t even bother hiding that he was enjoying this.
You stopped right in front of Minho, your jaw set. His eyes widened the moment he saw the coldness in your expression.
“Really, Minho?” your voice was loud and loaded. “Eighteen months, and you end it over text? Did it even occur to you to say it to my face?”
He opened his mouth, then closed it, shifting uncomfortably. “Look, Y/n—”
“Don’t.” You cut him off before he could stumble through an excuse. “I already know who pushed you into this. Jungkook.”
His name barely left your lips before Jungkook’s shadow shifted. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He didn’t step forward yet; he just let the accusation hang there like smoke.
“No, it’s not Jungkook,” Minho said, his voice tight and defensive. “I made that call.”
You let out a humorless laugh. “Really? Was this your decision, or a group project between you and your keeper?”
Jungkook stepped forward then, his movements relaxed. “Or maybe,” he said, dragging out the words like they were honey, “I’m just trying to help him break off an obviously toxic relationship.”
You whirled on him, fire in your eyes. “And who the hell are you to decide whether it was toxic or not?”
He tilted his head, faintly amused, stepping closer until he invaded your space. “Oh, right,” he said, clicking his tongue. “I forgot nobody’s ever broken up with you before. Must be rough. Probably the first time you didn’t get exactly what you wanted, right, princess?”
The urge to wipe that smirk off Jungkook’s face was nearly overwhelming. You weren’t naive; you knew how the world worked for you. You were used to deference, used to getting your way, and being the one who dictated the terms of a relationship. Being dumped via text didn’t just hurt, it was a massive glitch in your reality. Minho had looked you in the eye yesterday. To coward out behind a screen today was pathetic.
Somehow, what hurt more than Jungkook running his mouth was Minho just standing there, saying nothing. Not defending you. Not even looking at you.
And honestly, what else could you expect from a boyfriend who called you crazy over any small dispute? Ironically, even Jungkook, who openly disliked everything about you, had never crossed that line.
“Fine,” you said flatly, shaking your head. “I don’t even care anymore, if I’m being honest. You can’t hold a real conversation without acting like my feelings are an inconvenience. This relationship was dead anyway.”
Minho blinked, caught off guard by how quickly you dismissed him.
“And for the record,” you added, pausing just long enough for both of them to look at you, “I faked every single orgasm.”
Minho’s mouth dropped open. Jungkook let out a sharp, genuine laugh, surprised, before catching himself. You didn’t give them the satisfaction of a lingering exit; you turned on your heel and walked out into the street.
The image lingered in Jungkook’s head long after you disappeared down the street. It stayed funny right up until later that night, when he walked back to his car.
Jungkook stared at the deep scratches running across the paint, his eyes pausing on the violently etched initials on his mirror. He let out a quiet sigh, somewhere between disbelief and admiration.
“Unbelievable,” he muttered, though, if anything, he looked impressed. Most people talked big when they were mad, but you actually followed through.
He leaned back against the car, eyes narrowing slightly. For someone he’d spent months calling unbearable, you were dangerous when you were angry. This had never been some petty little rivalry; you’d been at each other’s throats since day one, constant tension, both of you refusing to back down first. He hated spoiled, rich girls like you, but tonight crossed a line. Now it was personal.
And the best part? Minho wasn’t there to stand between you two anymore. Not that he ever actually had. What a fucking coward. Jungkook had known from the start Minho didn’t have it in him to handle someone loud, high maintenance like you. Minho was too insecure, too eager to please, and way too selfish when it mattered.
The breakup had been inevitable. Jungkook had just sped things up.
But was he going to let you get away with ruining his car? Absolutely not. He pulled out his phone, searching for your contact, still saved from the old group chats.
Jungkook: Nice work on the paint job.
Jungkook: Didn’t know you did custom metalwork.
You pulled your phone out when you heard the notification, obviously displeased upon peeking at the screen.
Jungkook: We need to talk about the mirror.
Y/N: Find a cliff and drive off it.
Jungkook: Cute. I’m looking at my rearview mirror right now, and you’re paying for the paint job.
Y/N: Send the bill to Minho. He’s the one who relies on you to handle his business.
Jungkook: Minho didn’t key my car. You did.
Jungkook: Where are you? Let’s settle this.
Y/N: I’m not doing this with you.
Jungkook: You were bold enough to scream at us an hour ago. Don’t go quiet now.
Jungkook: Unless you’re scared.
Y/N: Of you? Never. You’re just a parasite who couldn’t stay out of my relationship.
Jungkook: It wasn’t a relationship. It was a hostage situation. I did him a favor.
Y/N: Go tell him that then. Leave me out of it.
Jungkook: Too late. You made it personal the second you touched my car.
You stared at your phone, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Not a chance you’re giving him the satisfaction of the final laugh, you thought, as you shut it off.
After walking for what felt like ages, you finally reached a late night convenience store. The fluorescent lights buzzed softly as you slouched against the counter, your designer bag slung over one shoulder. You tried to look casual, though it was impossible to blend in given your silk blouse, fitted trousers, and pointed heels.
Frowning deeply, you tore open an onigiri, eating it in moody silence. You weren’t upset over Minho, that was laughable. but your pride took a massive hit. Worst of all, Jungkook had won.
A movement caught your eye outside the glass doors. A familiar black car slid into the lot. Your stomach tightened. How the hell did he figure out you were here?
You froze, hoping he’d just drive past, but the engine cut, the door opened, and there he was.
Jungkook walked in, hands shoved into his jacket, his eyes locked onto yours with that same maddening expression. “Fancy seeing you here,” he said, his voice teasing.
You didn’t answer, letting the snack wrapper crackle in your fingers.
“I take it the day hasn’t gone exactly how you planned?” he asked, tilting his head.
“And I take it you’ve been stalking me?” your voice was sharp, moody.
“Stalking?” he repeated, like the idea was absurd. “Hardly. Just observant. And lucky, I guess.”
Your eyes narrowed as a sudden realization hit you. Your location. You’d left it turned on in the old group chat settings. Fuck.
He took a step closer. “Get in the car, Y/n.”
“Excuse me?”
“I want you in my car. Right now.” You only glared at him. “Oh, so you have no problem with scratching my car from the outside, but you draw the line at this?”
“Absolutely not,” you said, crossing your arms.
Jungkook’s mouth pulled into a slight grin. “Not like it’s your first time in my car, now is it? Besides, you don’t have a ride home. Come on. Let me take you.”
His face was completely calm, giving no hint of what he was actually thinking. What if he drove you off a cliff? What if he decided tonight was the night he murdered you? Then again, getting murdered might actually be preferable to the humiliation of today. And he knew exactly how trapped you were.
You stepped out of the store, and he followed close behind. You stopped just short of the passenger door, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the deep scratches you’d carved into his mirror earlier. He caught the movement but didn’t comment.
Taking a deep breath, you swung the door open and slid into the seat. The car smelled heavily of his cologne. Jungkook started the engine, the low rumble vibrating through the frame. He didn’t say a word at first, letting the tension build, letting you squirm as you fought the muscle memory of wanting to slide your legs up onto the dashboard.
“Relax,” he finally said, his voice dropping. “It’s just a drive. For now.”
You scoffed, looking out the window at the empty, flickering streetlights. “You’re acting like I had a choice.”
“You always have a choice,” Jungkook replied easily, one hand resting loose on the wheel. “You just hate picking the option where you’re not in control.”
Your eyes snapped back to him. “I am in control.”
A small, irritatingly amused laugh escaped him. “Sure.”
The silence stretched again, thick and heavy. Your legs twitched slightly against the floorboards. His gaze flicked down, catching the movement instantly. “You’re being unusually well behaved tonight,” he noted.
“Don’t get used to it.”
“…You gonna sit like that the whole ride? Like you’re in a taxi?” His eyes stayed on the road. “Put your legs up.”
You blinked. “That’s weird.”
He let out a quiet scoff, his jaw tightening slightly. “Oh, now it’s weird? Wasn’t weird when you were dating Minho.”
Your glare was sharp enough to kill. Shut the fuck up.
Almost out of pure spite, you lifted your legs and rested your feet firmly on the dashboard, settling back as if you owned his space. Jungkook’s mouth twitched faintly, satisfied.
“You don’t even know where I live,” you muttered, crossing your arms.
He didn’t answer, just kept driving. Then, entirely too casually, he asked, “So… you faked all of them?”
Your stomach dropped. “Don’t start.”
A low chuckle left him. “That’s rough.”
“You seem to be enjoying the fact that he never made me finish a little too much,” you snapped, turning toward him.
“Minho’s gonna need therapy after that announcement,” Jungkook continued, thoroughly entertained. “Outing him like that in front of me, the guy he’s basically been in competition with our entire friendship? That’s tough.”
You turned slowly toward him. “Really?”
He glanced at you briefly. “Yeah.”
“Was he in competition with you,” you asked coolly, “or were you in competition with him?”
His brows pulled together, confused. “What?”
“You were weirdly invested in our relationship,” you continued, shrugging lightly. “Always criticizing it. Always around and watching.”
You tilted your head, studying him. “Honestly? You sounded bitter half the time.” A pause. “Maybe you were jealous.”
You leaned back, your bruised ego finding comfort in the thought. Maybe that explained it. Maybe all that attitude came from knowing he didn’t measure up to his best friend.
“Yeah, no,” Jungkook said slowly. “Fuck.” His grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel, a dark sort of amusement creeping into his voice. “It actually makes me feel fucking awesome, if we’re being honest.”
You frowned. “What does?”
He glanced at you then, the teasing gone, replaced by absolute certainty. “Knowing I’m apparently the only guy who didn’t have to hear you fake it.”
The cabin went dead quiet. Your stomach plummeted. He looked back at the road like he hadn’t just detonated a bomb between you.
“And before you start,” he added casually, a faint smirk returning, “you were very clear about that at the time.”
Refusing to let him control the narrative, you scoffed and looked back out the window. “What makes you think you’re the only one who’s ever made me finish?” you shot back. “How are you so sure?”
Jungkook didn’t answer immediately. He just gave you one slow, knowing glance, and the words died in your throat. You hated that look. You hated him.
“It was one time,” you said quickly, forcing the defense out. “I told you it was a mistake. Honestly, it shouldn’t have happened at all. You’ve always been horrible to me. You hated me dating Minho, and we were arguing and it just… got out of hand.” You exhaled sharply. “It somehow ended up with...”
“...with you riding it out on my cock.”
Your face flushed a furious, humiliated red. “Oh my god—”
“And you were very convincing about how much you hated me,” he added.
“Stop the car,” you demanded. He didn’t. “Jungkook, stop the car! Drop me off right here.”
He glanced at your frantic expression, entirely unimpressed. “You don’t actually want me to do that.” Instead of slowing down near the main road, he turned sharply into a quieter street. The buildings grew sparse until the car rolled into an almost empty parking lot beside a dark apartment complex. He parked the car, but he didn’t unlock the doors.
You stared at him, irritated. “This is not my house.”
“No,” he agreed calmly, leaning back in his seat. “It’s mine.”
Your chest rose and fell quickly, anger and frustration boiling under your skin. “If you don’t unlock this door right now, I swear I’ll start screaming.”
He didn’t move. He just leaned back further into his seat, spreading his legs comfortably, one arm resting lazily against the door panel. “Go ahead.”
You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Your throat tightened, anger mixing with embarrassment because he knew you wouldn’t actually do it. He could read you so easily. Your breaths became uneven, and your eyes flicked down to the way he was sitting, completely relaxed, manspreading right next to you. Something low and heavy pooled in your stomach.
“Fine,” you snapped suddenly. “You want honesty?” His brow lifted slightly.
“You’re the only one,” you admitted, words forced out through clenched teeth. “You’re the only one who’s ever made me finish. Happy?”
A quiet hum left him. “Mm.”
That was it? No shock? No massive ego trip? Just a nonchalant sound as his eyes flicked back to the windshield. It irritated you instantly. You wanted his focus. You wanted to be looked at the way he had looked at you that night, like you were the center of gravity itself.
Before you could overthink it, you pulled your legs off the dashboard and shifted across the center console, climbing squarely onto his lap. The movement startled him just enough for his hands to come up automatically, gripping your waist to steady you.
A low chuckle slipped from him despite. “Careful,” he murmured. “You’re gonna pretend this was an accident too?”
You glared down at him, straddling his lap, reclaiming your control the only way you knew how.
“You done threatening to scream?” he asked, his eyes turning intense despite his bored tone, his hands firm on your hips.
You leaned closer, glaring down at him. “You look way too comfortable for someone whose car I destroyed.”
“Yeah?” he said quietly. “And you look way too comfortable for someone who supposedly hates me.”
Your breath hitched. The space between you shrank to nothing. He let his thumbs brush lazily against your hips, achingly slow, “You’re ridiculous,” he murmured.
“You’re infuriating.” Before you could push back, he leaned up and pressed a soft, teasing kiss against your flushed cheek.
You froze for a fraction of a second, and then completely exploded.
Your hands shoved against his chest as you pressed your lips to his in a wild, reckless kiss, all your anger, pride, and desire rolling into one desperate, wet collision.
He didn’t resist, letting you storm over him, enjoying how desperate you seemed. Slowly, his hands moved up your sides, taking control, tilting your face to deepen the kiss. Every roll of his tongue against yours caused an embarrassingly hot ache between your legs.
Consequences didn’t matter. He didn’t care, why would he? You were hot, bratty, and currently grinding against his lap.
You shifted against him, hands trailing up his chest to bite at his neck, humming at the taste of his skin. He leaned back a little into the cramped space, pressing you closer until the tightness of the cabin made it hotter.
He practically tore at your coat, the fabric giving way under his hands, and you didn’t even flinch when his fingers snagged on the pink blouse beneath.
As he shifted you toward the wider space of the backseat, your body folded halfway, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He hovered over you, sweaty and dark eyed, and you let out a low moan, pulling him down by the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Arms up,” he commanded, his voice rough. You complied immediately, letting him take over. His fingers tugged your blouse over your head, your bra quickly following, forgotten somewhere on the floorboards.
He shifted your weight, his hands lingering over the curves of your thighs, his eyes fixed on your skin. The faint red tinge of your plush thighs was making him lose his mind.
Impulsively, you guided his head down. He obeyed instantly, his lips pressing along your skin with a agonizing patience. A sharp moan ripped from your throat when his teeth grazed your inner thigh, your legs twitching, spreading wider for him. Your nails dug into the leather seat when he hitched your legs up over his shoulders.
When he looked up at you from between your knees, his gaze was ravenous. You whimpered, your thighs clenching around his neck as if to lock him there. He gripped your designer panties and ripped them apart, tossing the scraps aside.
Jungkook’s dick hardened painfully against his zipper at the sight of how wet you already were. He ran his index finger across your slick folds, parting you meanly while you looked down at him, your breath heavy.
“Fuck. Look at this pretty pussy,” he muttered, shoving his face between your legs to inhale your scent, groaning when his nose brushed your clit.
The first flick of his tongue sent your eyes rolling back. Minho had never cared about anything but his own pleasure, leaving you completely deprived, but Jungkook knew exactly how to dismantle you. He disconnected his mouth for a split second, blowing softly on your hyper sensitive nerves making your back arch, before delivering one long, slow lick from bottom to top.
You let out a loud moan, your fingers gripping his hair as your hips bucked off the seat, chasing his mouth. He ate you out like he was starving, sucking your clit hard to make you squirm, thrusting his tongue inside you roughly. Your thighs locked around his head, the sheer pleasure blinding you until you forgot you were supposed to hate him. But it still wasn’t fast enough.
Impatience flared. You tapped sharply at the back of his neck, tugging his hair to pull him up. He looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed in dark frustration at being removed from his meal.
“I...I want to sit on your face,” you whimpered, pushing his shoulders until he gave in, lying back against the cramped seat. You climbed over him, settling your weight right over his mouth.
The windows were completely fogged now, the air thick and warm. Jungkook’s hands gripped your thighs, pulling you down properly as you cried out from the raw ecstasy of rubbing your clit against his lips and nose.
He darted his tongue out, letting you ride his face while you held onto his hair for leverage. You were probably suffocating him, but he didn’t care, his hands gripping your ass to help you move.
Your soft moans broke completely. You hated how powerless you felt under his control, but you craved it. Jungkook pinched your thighs as he felt you nearing an edge. He wasn’t going to let you cum without fucking you first.
You wanted him inside you. Hurriedly, you unzipped his pants, pulling his boxers down while he leaned up to suck on your breasts, his teeth tugging at your nipples. You moaned aloud at the sight of his erect penis, long, thick, and heavy.
He helped position himself at your entrance, holding your hips to stabilize you since your legs were shaking. You leaned forward, burying his face between your breasts as you sat down on his length, struggling to take all of him at once because of how thick he was.
Jungkook held your waist, pushing you down completely until you took every single inch. His mouth stayed occupied, sucking and biting your skin, leaving it sore and red, before he switched to squeezing your breasts while his tongue traced up your neck. His hands settled firmly on your hips, guiding your movements.
“That’s it,” he murmured against your ear, his voice gravelly. “Just like that… let it out. Ride it out. All that anger… all those feelings.” A faint smirk returned to his lips. “You hate me that much, don’t you?”
Your nails dug into his shoulders, your mind short circuiting as you moved up and down on him. He threw his head back with a heavy groan, exposing the veins in his neck, which you leaned forward to bite and lick.
“Fuck… I...I’m…” you couldn’t even form words as your climax rushed up on you, your thighs trembling.
Jungkook took one look at your tearing eyes and understood. He knew the effect he had on you, knew no one had ever unraveled you quite he did and yeah, it fed his ego more than he’d ever admit out loud.
But instead of teasing, his expression softened just slightly. He shifted beneath you, hands rising to cup your face, thumbs brushing along your cheeks as if grounding you.
Then he pulled you down, closing the distance between you, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was slower this time, reassuring, to distract you as he held your hips with his hands, thrusting into you brutally.
You screamed into his mouth, completely unprepared for how unforgivably rough he became, ramming deep to reach his own release while his index finger rapidly stimulated your clit.
Tears ran down your face in time with the fluid spewing from your heat, your mascara smudging as you reached a shattering climax with a loud cry.
He kept thrusting hard through your release, overstimulating you instantly, his movements becoming heavy and sloppy as he neared his own edge.
“I...Inside… please…” you begged against his neck.
Hearing your plea, he bucked into you one last time, spilling his seed deep inside you while you moaned and cried out from the sheer satisfaction of being filled to the brim.
He took a moment to enjoy the sight of his cum dripping down your thighs after he pulled out, while you cowered beside him, pressing your legs together and whining from the exhaustion.
Jungkook leaned back, reaching out to spread your legs to inspect his work, but you immediately swatted his hand away.
“Don’t,” you snapped weakly, pressing your hand protectively over yourself and shooting him an exhausted death glare.
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Tired?”
You rolled your eyes, too drained to argue, your chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Every muscle felt loose and overstimulated, and you hated that he looked perfectly fine while you could barely sit upright.
Jungkook adjusted his clothes casually, zipping his jeans like nothing monumental had just happened. Irritation returned back quickly as it always did, making you shoot him another glare, lips pressed into a stubborn line, already giving him attitude again even though he fucked it out of you seconds ago.
Jungkook huffed a laugh. “Unbelievable,” he muttered, helping you back into your underwear and bra with surprising efficiency. Instead of looking for your ruined coat, he shrugged off his own heavy jacket and draped it over your shoulders. It swallowed you whole.
Before you could protest, he slid an arm under your knees and lifted you effortlessly.
“Put me down—”
“You can barely walk,” he stated simply. You hated that he was right.
Jungkook carried you back to the passenger seat, setting you down carefully before leaning in to buckle your seatbelt. The gesture felt oddly intimate, which annoyed you more than anything else. He walked around the car and slid back into the driver’s seat.
For a long time, neither of you spoke. The silence was thick as reality crept back in, the fogged windows blurring the outside world into soft gradients of light. You stared at your reflection in the glass, hair messy, lips swollen, wrapped in his jacket.
Your ego screamed at you to say something bratty. “…You’re cleaning my coat if it’s wrinkled,” you muttered finally, your voice hoarse. You adjusted his jacket around your shoulders like it belonged to you.
Jungkook only laughed, shaking his head as he started the car.
“Don’t get any ideas,” you added right after, your voice quiet though harboring a sharp edge to it. “This changes absolutely nothing. You’re still insufferable.”
Jungkook hummed softly, shifting into drive. “Okay.”
Just that. simple, unbothered.
You didn’t look at him, pretending not to notice the way his gaze lingered on you for a heartbeat too long, before he finally started the car. The engine purred to life, and soon the city lights were moving again.
Chin resting on your hand, you watched the blur of lights, cheeks warm and lips twitching. Blame it on the sex, on literally anything but him.
Synopsis: Just a usual night with your long term fuck buddy, there’s nothing more to it right?
Cw: Teasing, “dry humping”, fingering, penetration, self gratification, spanking, orgasm play, P-Eating.
Song & Atmosphere: your choice.
a/n: Bored, and decided to write a smutty blip, taste the mf rainbow I guess!!!
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You and Jungkook were driving in his car, on your way back to his place after some drinks at a bar.
You had been a bit tipsy now, which meant your mouth had been more slicker than usual. You had been being too blunt, a little rude, and fussing with Jungkook more than ever.
Usually Jungkook would often let you have it, shut you up in other ways rather than telling you to quit.
But today you were being more cutthroat, the reasoning being you wanted nothing more to do with Jungkook but to cut things off, your avoidant attachment style being at it’s obvious peak.
But lately Jungkook has been fed up with your actions as he’s grown to care more about you, he would usually let you have at it, but things had started to bother him more.
You wouldn’t text him back, he’d get mad.
You’d ignore his messages, he’d get mad.
You would take days to respond, he’d get mad.
Posting while still havent purposely responded to him, he’d get mad.
It was things like this that would drive him into a fit of rage now, when it never did before, all cause he had grown to want more from you.
Your self sabotaging ways were more deliberate, more hurtful, he couldn’t stand it. And because you had also grown to care more, you were only pulling away out of fear.
He had been listening to you go on and on, your words now becoming blurred as you went on insulting him, and throwing shots after shots.
“Would you shut the fuck up already,” he finally let out, tired of hearing your disrespectful words, dragging things on like always when you had a little too much to drink.
“You’re not the one who’s driving, I’m driving, so just let me do that,” he continued on to let out.
“Who the fuck are you talking to?” You let out, somewhat surprised at his Choice of words as your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, your tone serious as always.
“You, you don’t talk to me for weeks and think you can just talk to me any kind of way and I’ll take it?”
“Well if you weren’t driving like a dumbass, I wouldn’t have to!!!”
Suddenly the car took a sharp turn, “WHAT THE FUCK, YOU COULD HAVE KILLED US JUST NOW!!!” You screamed as Jungkook had put the car into park on some random street.
He unbuckled your seatbelt, his demeanor was now more serious than ever. A state you never quite saw him in before, you didn’t know what to think of such.
He put your seat back, your dress rising up as he did so, “Take off your underwear and touch yourself,” Jungkook demanded.
You laughed, “You’re joking”.
His eyes bore into yours, not a single trace of ‘joking’ being on his face as he looked into your eyes. You realized he was serious now, and your body deflated at so.
“Jungkook, what if you get pulled over?” You questioned, the riskiness of it all scaring you as much as his demeanor was, the atmosphere of the car now changing.
“Just a second ago you said I was driving too slow, do what I’m telling you”.
“Look, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean t—”
“Don’t apologize just yet, do what I said,” he cut you off.
“Okay,” you whispered softly, pulling down your underwear.
You were a bit scared about the suddenness of it all, and how serious he had become, but that fear went away once you realized he had put the seat down for you to be more comfortable to do something as perverted as he demanded.
Jungkook had started the car back up now, “We still have a bit of a drive, so if you cum before we get to the house I’ll spank you”.
You let out a laugh, “Right, and I’ll just jump out of the car right now”.
He looked down at you with a straight face, your smile dropping, “You can’t be serious Kook”.
“I haven’t made a single joke since we got in the car”.
Your eyes trailed elsewhere as you nodded your head at him.
You began to trace light circles on your clit, your breathing becoming less and less soft with each trace of your fingers.
Jungkook only looked forward as he heard you do so, the sounds similar to whenever he would tease you himself, the memories of so flooding his mind
“I want you to add two fingers now,” Jungkook told you after some time.
“What?!” You lifted up slightly, his request a little too intense for the position you were in right now.
“Add two fingers”.
You threw your head back angrily, doing as you were told. Jungkook took a look over at the sight, seeing your fingers go in smoothly, you were practically dripping already, he watched intensely as they were swallowed.
Not understanding your need to talk back, but so obviously liking what was taking place in the moment.
You started off slow, trying to mimic the very motion Jungkook would whenever he’d touch you. You had now been trying to hold back moans, which would come out as whimpers, only becoming louder as you persisted.
You arched your back ever so slightly as you continued on, holding back as much as you could.
Your whimpers had been like music to Jungkook’s ears as they filled up the car, each whimper making him on edge, and each squelch of your pussy wanting him to touch you himself.
“Stop holding back,” Jungkook told as the car came to a stop, the light now being red, “And go faster,” Jungkook put a hand over yours as he increased the speed of your movements, and changing it to a motion that was rather better than yours.
You let out a loud moan, his actions cause you to close your legs shut.
He still went on, “Open your legs”.
“Kook, you’ll make me cu—”.
“Don’t make me repeat myself”.
“But you know it’s going to b—”
“Should I do it myself?” He cut you off once more, you shook your head no, slowly opening your legs, you knew if he got his fingers inside you himself, you’d surely finish.
The car started moving again, and so did Jungkook’s hand, your fingers staying still as you watched him suck you off his fingers, somehow making contact with the mess you made once he removed his hand.
“Am I interrupting you?” He asked, his voice filled with condensation.
You took a deep breath before you went on with his demands, as you went on with the other ones from before.
Your soft moans made Jungkook more needy for you, it had been a while since you guys got together, and surely enough; touching himself to the thought of you wasn’t quite the same as having you.
As you quickened up your pace, your moans remained soft, nothing over the top, but less than quiet in itself. It felt good, but it wasn’t quite the way you liked it.
As if someone heard the way you were feeling, the car came to another stop.
Jungkook looked over at you, a smile softly spreading on his face he did so, “oh baby,” he chuckled a little, “Move your hand”.
A soft exhale leaving your mouth as you did so, he took ahold of your hand and put your fingers inside of his mouth. You watched him intensely as he did so, sucking at your fingers as his tongue traced them both as he let out a soft groan from the taste, sending your fingers a bit of a vibration.
The warmth of his mouth made you more turned on than you already were, the wetness, and the feeling of his tongue bringing you pleasure as he did this action.
He looked forward, and stepped on the gas, removing your fingers from his mouth and placing it to the side.
Surely enough entering his own two fingers inside of you instead, causing you to jump up, a much more louder moan to leave your month, surprise and pleasure filling all throughout your body.
“KOOK!!!”
His fingers were thicker, longer, and rather much more bigger than a yours alone. They stretched you out more, and reached that spot you couldn’t quite always reach, each pump of his fingers making you wetter.
Not only could he feel you become wetter, he could hear you too. The sounds of your moans increasing furthermore, he loved the sound of it.
He added in another finger, now going faster than before, as if it helped increase the speed. Your took ahold of his arms, squeezing at it tightly as you squirmed in his seat, your juices slithering down your pussy, and on to the seats.
He had a look of focus, purposely trying to get you to that point.
That’s when he took his fingers out, and began to vigorously rub at your clit with the tip of his fingers, you arched your back in, now letting out a large squeal as you began to squirm even more.
“KOOK!!! YOU HAVE TO STO—”
“Tell me you’re sorry”.
You continued on moaning, not responding to him, watching the way he touched you, and how fast he had been going.
“PLEASE, PLEASE, YOU CAN’T!!!”
“Tell me how sorry you are”.
“PLEASE, I’M SORRY, I’M SO—” your words cut shot from the sensation that came, your eyes rolling back as you arched, twitched, and even kicked your legs in a little.
The feeling of an orgasm taking completely over, feeling the amount of cum that had been coming out, but it didn’t stop there, because Jungkook continued on.
The car continued driving, and so did he, never changing his pace as he rapidly rubbed at your clit, wishing he could stop the car and lick the cum off of you.
You felt another build up as the car came to that one familiar turn, the sound of Jungkook’s garage could be heard opening over the loud sounds of your squeals and moans.
That same feeling you got the first time happening a second time as he drove inside, closing the garage whilst removing his hand from your clit at last.
Your chest heaved up and down heavily, and you twitched ever so slightly, watching Jungkook get out of his side of the car and come to yours.
He opened the door, and pulled you up and out of the car after pulling your dress down, shutting the door behind him as he carried you in a bridal position.
You were still trying to catch your breath, the cold air had hit your legs, but you were still filled with warmth. You laid your head against Jungkook’s chest as he carried you up to his room, his touch only gentle and caring.
Your eyes were fluttering once you got to the room, your mind completely blank, Jungkook gave you a soft kiss to your forehead. You weren’t sure if he was going to give you a bath, or put in you bed to sleep. Which he did put in bed, just not in the way you were expecting.
“Take everything off, and if there’s a bra under your dress, take that off too, you understand?”
“What?”
“Don’t play coy, do what I said”.
You only nodded your head, a bit irritated now, but still obeying what was said.
“When your done, I want your stomach to be facing my lap over on that couch okay?” He pointed to the couch that was in the corner.
His room was rather modern, some decorations here and there, but not much. Most of all, it was huge. You guys had had sex all throughout this room, the couch often being for doggy, or deep-legs-over-the-head missionary. It had been a while since you’d been here, recent feelings being the reason why.
“Okay.”
He walked over to the couch and sat, watching you do as you were told for the umpteenth time.
He began to unbutton the sleeves of his dress shirt, “Do you want me to use a belt, or my hands?” He asked as he rolled up his sleeves.
You were now about to take your bra off when you turned around and rolled your eyes, “Obviously your hands you dumbass,” you spat out, your attitude had now been catching back up to you.
He raised his eyebrows at you, a look of “Oh, so you’re still going?” Written all over his face.
He now chuckled, “It was ten at first, but you just upped it to twenty”.
You did a quiet sigh, dropping your bra to the ground.
Jungkook patted his hand to his leg, “Come here now”.
You walked over to him, about to follow the instructions that were given not too long ago, “No, just sit first”.
So you sat on his lap, the wetness of your recent mess had soaked the cloth of his pants. His knee slightly giving you pleasure, the warmth of your pussy only made Jungkook more needy for you, having to hold in how he so urgently wanted to be inside of you.
“Do you understand why I have to do this?” He questioned, tracing his fingers softly upon your arm.
You nodded your head, something you had been doing quite frequently during his time of dominance. You almost wanted to laugh, but was too scared of what was to come, deep down wanting to in order to see what would happen.
“Tell me why”.
“I was being disrespectful,” you let out lowly.
“Yeah? And what else”.
“I finished before we got home”.
Jungkook’s heart fluttered at your words, “we got home”, he wanted to hear you say it again.
“What was that?”
“I came before we got home”.
He was biting back a smile at your words, wanting to hear you say it over and over again, you guys weren’t together, but knowing you as long as he has, he of course has imagined a lot of things before.
“I can’t hear you,” he said sternly.
“I ended up cumming before we got home,” you said at last, wanting to stop repeating yourself, but unable to say it.
“That’s it doll,” he assured softly.
Jungkook cupped your face, and pulled you into a gentle kiss. It started off slow, deep, and passionate, rather like whenever he was inside of you, reminders of such making you wet.
“Now come,” he whispered softly in between one more kiss, he had missed your lips ever so dearly.
You followed suite of bending over, the air hitting your exposed pussy once you were.
“You’re going to count for me okay?” He placed a gentle kiss to your backside as he rubbed circles on your ass.
You nodded your head, an immediate smack to the ass.
You had barely just nodded your head before he had did so heavily did so, causing your cheek to sting ever so slightly.
“One”.
Another hit came, this time your other check, and almost just as hard as the other hit.
“Two”.
His hit only becoming less and less gentle as they went on, somehow bringing you pain and pleasure.
“Five”.
He made sure to always rub a circle in place before hitting that exact spot, trying to soothe you before placing another hit.
“Eight”.
It had only gotten worse when he began to trick you, rubbing one cheek, but hitting the other, that’s when the tears decided to come.
“Thirteen”.
“Don’t cry doll, it’ll be over soon,” a few pecks to your backside.
With each hit you had to clench your pussy, being teary eyed yet turned on was a new feeling, you didn’t quite understand the feeling.
“Seventeen”.
The last one stung the most, each hit almost felt like a story, or maybe words he was trying to say but couldn’t?
“Twenty”.
“That’s my girl, you did so good,” Jungkook soothes your skin, his fingers catching a feel of your new wetness.
“Huh,” you heard him, his tone puzzled. That’s when you felt yourself being spread open, the shock of it all wavering over you.
“Wait,” you pleaded, looking back, “I wasn’t trying to—”
A soft moan escaping your mouth as a singular finger of his entered inside of you. He twisted a little before moving his singular finger in circle, somehow making you let out soft moans.
If you had a dollar for the amount of times you were cut off in just today, you’d probably have twenty bucks or so, which isn’t a lot… but it’s more than it should be.
“Wow, even after all that, I certainly thought you’d be tired, but you’re a dirty little thing aren’t you,” he slightly snickered.
He removed his singular finger, “Sit up and tell me if you taste what I get to taste all the time”.
You sat up, now somewhat kneeling beside him on the couch, you look at his raised hand.
“Don’t be shy doll,” his voice now a bit husky for whatever reason.
Jungkook had never seen you in such a state, the sex you guys often had was always happening in splurges of horniness, it was never anything too intense up until today.
Of course he would hold back on going overboard, or things he didn’t think you’d be okay with doing, but today was different in many aspects, he was surprising himself.
You gently took ahold of his non-tattooed hand, gently placed his finger in your mouth, and you began to bob your head back and forth whilst swirling your tongue, looking him in his eye as you did so.
He only stared intently as you did so, a soft smile appearing on his face, “It’s cute that you’re trying to mimic something you often times never do”.
Removing his fingers, a string of saliva trailed onto his fingers as you did so. He observed it carefully before putting his own fingers in his mouth, “You always tell me not to,” you let out as he did so.
“Because I find much more pleasure in giving rather than receiving,” his focus now on your breast while saying this.
You rolled your eyes, “yeah yeah, I know, you say it all the time”.
He then grabbed you by the waist and pulled you on to his leg, you were now straddling him, and be had one leg in between yours. He moved it a little, causing you to squirm from the feeling of your bare pussy rubbing on to him.
“Wait kook, be still a little,” you told him, trying to sit up and adjust but he immediately pulled you down.
“Does that feel weird?” He questioned softly,looking into your eyes.
“Just a little yeah,” you informed.
“How about this?” He put both hands on your waist and began to gently rock you back and forth, slow and steady.
The feeling was different, not like how it was with clothes on, it actually seemed more perverted this way, to which you somehow enjoyed. The fabric of his pants rubbing against your bare clit seemed almost similar to riding a pillow, but firmer, and actually a person.
Your breathing became a bit heavier, “Feels…fine,” you understated.
“Yeah?” His voice low and hoarse, picking up his speed just a bit, “And this?” He began to now bounce his leg up and down, now obtaining a persistent speed of moving your hips in circles for you.
The feeling of your bare, wet, and warm pussy was sending him into a spiral. Your soft whimpers turning into moans as he went on with this act of his.
“C’mon, talk to me,” he began to leave trails of kisses across your chest, still maintaining his actions.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do anything more for today,” you tried suggest, your eyes fluttering as your body became more filled with pleasure. The pressure of his leg wasn’t the only thing making you feel good, you could feel the clear sensation of his rock hard dick.
“Why don’t you give it a try yeah?” He groaned lightly, very bluntly ignoring your sorry excuse of a request.
You guys had now been at an even closer proximity as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, and began to further hump his leg.
“You’re so wet,” Jungkook groaned softly into your ear, he wrapped his arms around your waist, the both of you going into a fit of moans, groans, and whimpers.
Jungkook tried to hold his in, wanting to hear all of you, and every second of you.
“I want you to be inside of me already,” you moaned out, reaching his ear clearly as you grabbed at his hair on the back of his head, as your face rested against his cheek.
“Be patient doll,” he breathed out, panting heavily as he pulled you in for a sloppy kiss, the both of you moaning louder into one another’s mouth as Jungkook started to help you move again.
“Fuck,” you let out harshly, spit trailing down your cheek from how sloppy it was, but you didn’t mind.
Jungkook took this opportunity to take his free hand, and use his thumb to start rubbing at your bud the most that he could as you continued on riding him.
You threw your head back, obviously coming to your high, resulting in Jungkook increasing his speed.
“WAIT!!!” You cried out, scared to make a mess on him.
“Cum as much as you want,” were the only words you could hear last before your body began to spasm, and a senseless amount of cum began to pour out.
Jungkook took the opportunity to pinch at your nipples, the sudden sensation adding to your pleasure as your body had been sent into something that was truly beyond your control.
Once you finally had came back, your chest was heaving up and down. Panting heavily from your recent climax
“That was—,” you panted, about to say more once it came to you and you caught your breath before Jungkook abruptly lifted you up by the waist. You began to look around, “Kook, wait” you breathed out as you seen he was making way to the bed.
It was something he liked to do quite often, as he was unable to in the car, his movements at the very moment felt rushed, as if he was somewhat in a hurry.
He placed you laying down on the bed, immediately dropped to his knees, and proceeded to grab you by both your thighs and inch you closer to him, closer to his mouth.
“I’M SENSITIVE RIGHT NOW WAIT!!!”
Were the words you cried out before Jungkook began to hungrily suck at your clit, and lick the remainders of your cum off of you, sometimes even inserting his tongue inside of you, just to see how your walls felt like on his tongue, to taste every inch of you.
By this point Jungkook had been hugging your legs, his arms fully wrapped together as he held them still, it was the moment you squeezed them around his head by mistake that he took the opportunity. Devouring you endlessly as you shook beneath him, your loud moans bringing him enjoyment as much as the taste of you did.
Once he lifted his head up, he unwrapped his arms from one another, the hold he had against you now loose.
Just like before, you had been panting heavily. The overstimulation of it all had left you melting, but you had also just been edged without realizing it.
Jungkook began to place kisses on you, from your thigh, your stomach, and your legs, he placed his lips all over while you caught your breath.
Something he would often do on these kinds of occasions, loving every part of you.
Once he became close near your entrance again, and completely back on his knees, that’s when he spoke, “I want you to look me in the eyes this time,” he requested.
You only nodded your head.
That’s when he began again, his eyes never leaving yours as he did so.
He started off by tracing his tongue straight down your slick folds, and then proceeded to slowly go in circles, often times sucking at your bud from time to time as he did so.
You began to get that same feeling once more before he stopped, as your moans became uncontrollable you put the back of your hand to your mouth, trying to remain eye contact still.
Jungkook only quickened the movement of his tongue as you did so, his motions deliberate and thought out.
This made you throw your head back, that eye contact that you both once held had now been broken, making Jungkook give you a rough slap to the side of your ass, you quickly looked back up at him understanding what it meant.
As your hand found its way back, Jungkook reached for your hand, motioning you to give it to him, wanting to hold it as much as he could with the position he had been in.
This action only brought you closer to your climax, as your breathing became heavier, and your moans became louder, Jungkook only worked faster.
You’d think his jaw would have locked by now by how fast he was moving, and how dedicated he had been, resisting using his fingers to overstimulate some, wanting the work to all be from his mouth and mouth itself.
Surely enough things went white, and as you struggled to hold still Jungkook held you down firmly, hugging your legs once more as he had done previously to keep you still.
You had been completely worn as he cleaned you up, happy to taste more of you than before as you had finished directly on his tongue, your soft tired whimpers being let out as he did so.
Your breathing now somewhat normal as he rose to his knees, “Don’t get tired on me just yet doll,” Jungkook announced as he began to unbuckle his pants. His face was glistening wet from your juices, it made you want to laugh just a little from the sight.
Jungkook on the other hand, had been holding things in as much as he could, just for this exact moment, you see… he was a bit of a masochist. Yes he liked to give pleasure more than receiving such, which was partially for the simple fact that it felt like torture to wait for his turn, he loved the build up of it all.
Not touching himself while he touched you, or letting himself receive much pleasure. Having you rub against him through his clothes had been torture enough, he felt as though he would explode whilst he was on his knees for you, wanting to just be inside you already.
But he always patiently waited nonetheless, just lovingly pleasing you as he tormented himself.
You quickly sat up as you seen what he had been doing, Jungkook always pleasing you made you awfully excited when it came to doing the same for him. Ultimately, you both just wanted to please each other, but Jungkook was always pretty firm when it came to you not doing much work, never wanting you to lift much of a finger, always telling you that just your consent to being there was enough for him.
“Lay back down,” he unzipped his pants.
“Shhh, I wanna see,” you beamed happily.
“Well you’re not touching, so don’t get any ideas,” Jungkook spoke sternly.
“Gosh, why are you being so serious today,” you sighed, ignoring his words.
The moment his dick flung out you reached your hand out to touch him, immediately receiving a light slap to the hand.
“What did I say?”
“You act like I’m going to full on start sucking you off, just let me touch you first at least,” you groaned.
“Why don’t you help me get inside you then hm?”
You rolled your eyes and pulled him in closer to you by his belt loop, looking up at him from the bed, “You know that’s not what I mean,” you complained, “Please,” you persisted.
It’s not like Jungkook didn’t want you to, he would have loved you to touch him, but he genuinely didn’t receive a huge pleasure from such. When you guys would have sex, it wasn’t only the feeling of being inside you that made him feel good, but the combination of your walls against him and hearing you moan from each stroke is what drove him to his edge, often times only finishing whenever he got you to.
It was a weird thing he didn’t often know how to explain but he deemed it useless receiving any forms of pleasure alone from you if you weren’t being pleasured yourself.
“You know I can’t if I’m not hearing you, pleasing you, or teasing you, it’s a no”.
“Why don’t we just do what we did last time?” You tried to convince.
“You mean when you were on top of me, and yelled after I put my thumb in your butt?” He furrowed his eyebrows.
“It felt weird!!!”
“You never mind whenever we do it from the back?” Jungkook squinted his eyes in confusion.
“That’s different Kook!!!” You tried to explain to him, although it really wasn’t much different, you just never noticed too much up until that moment while you were focusing on trailing circles around his tip with your tongue.
After being embarrassed from overreacting you just decided to make something up, not wanting to discuss any of it at all.
“Lay down, and stop being fussy,” Jungkook finally said, not being up for a debate any further.
You scooted back on the bed, moving closer to the headboard now, rather than the edge. Not without a bit of an attitude that is, but you weren’t completely mad as you watched Jungkook completely undress himself. His inked body had now been fully revealed once he took off his shirt, finally dropping his pants and Calvin Kleins all at once.
You both had now been full naked, you didn’t like it too much when you were the only one, you figured that’s why you felt extra exposed at certain times despite him seeing everything already.
You weren’t new to the length Jungkook had on him, but each time you seen it you still had feelings of surprise.
“What movie do you want to watch after this?” Jungkook suddenly asked.
“Really Kook? We’re already discussing aftercare treatments?” You raised your hands in confusion.
He shrugged with a smile.
Crossing your arms and looking away, “Chronicle,” you simply stated.
“That’s my girl,” Jungkook chuckled a bit, now inching near you.
He started off by kissing the top of your foot, inching to your ankle, up to your calves, then your knee, and so forth.
Whenever you thought back to your feelings, you always think of moments like this, how he always took his time, never in a rush or a hurry, and how he always seemed like he loved every part of you.
Always sad when you convinced yourself otherwise.
Your breath hitched once his lips reached your inner thigh, which he took note of, smiling ever so slightly after the fact.
Once he got to your hips, then your stomach, his kisses became more longing, and he seemed as if he was desperate for you, and without you knowing it, he was.
He then took you by your thighs, and gently pulled you to be laying down, instead of sitting up. He then continued on to press a kiss in between your breasts, your collarbone and shoulders, then up to your chin and jawline, and finally your lips.
He was rather gentle as before, he usually was, and it always felt refreshing when he would be one way but somehow kiss you as if he’s trying his hardest not to hurt you.
Relaxing into him more, you wrapped both your arms around him, pulling him in closer to you as you both proceeded to dance with your tongues.
Soft groans echoing from the both of you as you did this, it was beautifully intimate. His chest pressed against yours, you felt as if you could feel his heart beating against yours, and that they were both in sync.
Jungkook gently took ahold of your right breast, and began to gently massage them with one hand, twisting and pulling at your nipple gently, successfully hearing you moan into his mouth like he wanted.
Pulling away to catch his breath he smiled at you, his eyes searched yours as he did so. You gave him a smile back in return, right before he went down to teasing your nipples and softly playing with your boobs, feeling as if he hadn’t given them enough love, mentally telling them sorry as he began to kiss and such. Your heavy breathing signaling he had been forgiven during this imaginary conversation, giving them a kiss goodbye before shifting his focus.
Jungkook rose up, and finally had his attention back down at your opening again. You watched him intently with your legs raised up slightly, but widely opened for him.
He took his dick and gave your pussy a few light slaps, watching you tense up a bit with each slap.
“Don’t tease me,” you whined.
He smiled and looked up at you, “Be patient,” looking back down at the other part of you.
You had still been wetter than ever, if not more. He began to slide his dick in between your folds, when you started to let out your usual soft whimpers that typically built up to loud moans, he began to groan a bit.
The feeling of you and hearing you bringing him satisfaction, he continued this motion for a bit of time, not wanting to rush into things, and savor them.
You being impatient, suddenly sat up a bit and grabbed his member.
“Wait, you have to be pat—,”
“FUCK,” Jungkook moaned out as you moaned along with him, the feeling of him being inside you sending you both waves of chill.
“Ngh,” he groaned as you pushed him in deeper with his legs.
His eyes reached yours with a pleasurable look, “It’s my first time being able to interrupt you now,” you smiled a little, feeling somewhat awarded to do what he’d been doing all day finally to him, which was interrupting you.
“Still disrespectful as ever I see,” Jungkook’s face dropped, making you send a look of confusion.
That’s when it happened, a deep hard thrust.
“WAIT!!!” You moaned out loudly.
Thrust.
“Now I should wait after you’ve been doing whatever you want and keeping at it?”
Another thrust.
Despite him sliding into you so easily, Jungkook had been stretching you out with each deep long thrust. Moving his hips in a circle once he had been fully inside you, causing you to arch your back in from the pleasure.
“Now you have no words?”
Thrust.
He started things off slow as always, building you up, just so he could ruin you down. Each thrust felt better than before, you could feel him twitching inside you, happy that he was enjoying the feeling of you, and why would he not?
You were swallowing him whole, and had been clenching at him with each thrust, this combined with your brutal moans from his brutal thrusts made him want to cum inside you then and there.
“Tell me you’re sorry”.
Thrust.
You choked on a moan, desperate to find your ways as your eyes were being rolled back, “I’m, I’m sorry,” you moaned out.
Thrust.
“You’re what?” He demanded something more pathetic of you.
“I’m sor—,” his deep thrusts became faster now, “rrr,” a pattern with each one to say the least, “rrry,” you finally finished saying such, moaning it out completely.
Jungkook was furrowing his eyebrows, biting at his lip to stop the groans he had from pouring out, seeing you in such a state had caused him to feel immense pleasure as he felt you twitch around him.
His dick about to explode in any minute now.
Jungkook leaned down, and began to kiss you, it was remarkably sloppy, you both moaned in one another’s mouth as he continued on thrusting inside of you.
Your tightly wrapped your legs and arms around him, this made Jungkook let out a loud moan, pulling away from the kiss from how intense the feeling was.
“I missed you,” he whispered, not just saying it from being knee deep inside you, but because he meant it.
“I missed you,” he replied, reciprocating that same feeling.
As you both reached your high, you shared a deeper intimate kiss, hugging him tighter as you did so. As you finished before him, your head thrown back while your eyes rolled, Jungkook hit a few more deep slow strokes before doing the same, going back to that same slow rhythm.
You both laid there panting heavily after finishing, sharing a soft laugh together as you both tried to catch your breath.
“I’ll start the shower, then we can start the movie?” He asked you softly before placing popcorn kisses all over your face.
You laughed out of breath, “yes”.
a/n: okay guys, let me know if this shit is buns or not, after my three hour work went left I had to rewrite a lot, and it all had to come back to me for most of the beginning so it’s probably lacking a lot in the beginning.
Shit took me days to write, after rewriting the entire beginning again. It felt like the worse thing ever, and my computer is gone rn, so I won’t be writing for a while, wrote ts on my phone and I feel like I could be hit by lightening by now. I don’t even wanna add ts to the master list cause it’ll just be SOOOO MUCH WORK ON MOBILE. GAHHHHH. I’ll do it in the morning or something.
Hope you guys enjoyed, first time writing smut on here, and for any girl on guy in a while so idk if it’s all that good. JUST LMK GUYS PLEASE, I ACTUALLY NEED TO KNOW IF THE CLIHS WAS BLISS DURING THIS FAWK (im joking). Anyways, bye bye now :)))).
pairing: student! fem reader x student! jeon jungkook
summary: when you finally get your crush’s number, you expect the start of an epic love story— not a random guy making fun of you because he thinks the guy you’ve been obsessed with for the last six months gave you a fake number. Jeon Jungkook, the one who replies, finds it entertaining and helps you chase the guy… at least until he finds out that the person he’s been helping date another guy is you, the girl he’s been obsessed with for the last two years.
genre/warning: this is a smau fic!! with narration included in some chapter but it’s mostly messages/tweets. very unfunny jokes. this is mostly crack/fluff.
authors note: chapter so long i couldn’t put my dividers 💔💔 the tweets have to be read from bottom to top btw okay bye<33 enjoy this is a mess and i had to delete a lot of things but i couldn’t make it shorter i’m sorry 😭😭 it would be better if u open the pics to read it>_<
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messy ass chapter but life is like that we know. i might forgotten to add some people im sorry guys. 💔💔
