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[jenyluv]

OVERSTEER

Jungkook is your brother’s stupidly hot best friend who has been around since you learned how to read and write. He has always known where the line is when it comes to you. The problem? You don’t.

PAIRING: brother’s bsf!jk x fem!reader

GENRE: smut w plot

WC: 13k

WARNINGS: biker!jk, brother!jaehyun (my fics mean nothing wo him), 3 year age gap, jealousy, reader’s a TEASE, she’s also so horny it’s stupid, don’t let the banner fool you it’s very summer in this, smut wise: uhh, they have sex on his bike, dry humphing (a lost art), m masturbation, riding, he has a thing for her tits, so he fucks her tits, BIG D JK AGENDA, dirty talk

NOTES: im aware this is long overdue but hear me out here!! this was going to be like 6k words max but things just…kept happening…anyways this is pure filth and self indulgence. i lost my mind after that fucking tiktok his slutty ass posted and ofc it led us here. i hope this satisfies your fantasies the way it did mine, enjoy <3

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Jeon Jungkook is so unbelievably hot. 

Though it’s not the kind that makes your eyes linger and your heart flutter. No, it’s nothing like that. He is so ridiculously attractive it leaves your pussy aching, clenching so hard around nothing you wish it’s him you bounce on until sunset blurs into sunrise. You almost feel your muscles physically hurt by how he’s always so close yet so far away when the only thing you desire is for the space between you to become a rhythm and draw you in until distance doesn’t really exist anymore.

But that doesn’t happen, that never happens when it’s Jungkook. 

He’s Jaehyun’s best friend– your older brother who loves you more than anything. Your brother who still babies you because you fell off your bike and broke your arm that one time when you were sixteen. Your brother who trusts Jungkook in that effortless, unquestioning way that only comes from years of knowing someone too well– because they’ve known each other since Jungkook knocked on your door when they were nine and you were six. He’d looked up at your parents with those big brown eyes of his and asked, so politely your mother still gushes about it at family gatherings, if he could play with your brother. 

That was all it took for Jungkook to stay. You remember how at first, it started with the small things. His shoes left by the door like the spot had been assigned to him, his voice echoing through the walls so often it soon blended into the background…Those little moments stretched into something bigger and bigger before you could even notice. And suddenly, he was there for everything. Anywhere from holiday dinners to summer getaways, Jungkook was always there. 

But he never gave you anything. 

Jaehyun is the kind of brother who treats every man like a problem, like a timed bomb ticking in the corner, patiently waiting for the right time to blow up into flames. He’s the kind of brother who lectures you about never trusting a guy, the kind who would show up at his door with something burning behind his eyes and a fist ready to throw. Not asking for questions, not looking for answers. 

If anything was to ever happen between you and Jungkook, Jaehyun wouldn’t just be mad. He’d fucking lose it.

So Jungkook has always kept his distance from you. 

He makes sure it’s not anything obvious, but it’s never enough for you to not notice either. The way he never stands next to you for too long, the way his hands stay to himself even when it’s not convenient, the way he looks at you just enough to acknowledge your presence, yet never enough to let it mean anything. He has always been controlled around you, way beyond measure and annoying as hell. 

Because you’ve seen him with other people. You’ve seen how he talks and how he laughs. He lets himself be less careful, less contained. Just more…him. And what bothers you the most isn’t that he ignores you, he never ignores you. 

Jungkook does notice you. You know it, he knows it, he definitely knows you know it too. But what’s so infuriating is the fact that he actively chooses not to react, not to acknowledge anything that comes in his way from you. It’s like he’s decided long ago that whatever line existing between the two of you is one he’s never willing to cross. Which would be fine if he wasn’t so damn irresistible. 

But he is.

And tonight, you’re a little more aware of it than usual. Maybe it’s the tight little dress that’s framing your body so well you had to twirl in front of the mirror more than once just to take it in, because it just looks that good. Or maybe, it’s something else entirely; one of those nights where whatever he usually holds so carefully contained inside sits a little closer to the surface than it normally does.

You don’t think too much of it as you step out of your room, walking down the hallway barefoot as you fix your earrings. A voice drifts away from the living room until it reaches your ears. You know the voice belongs to Jaehyun, he’s home, that’s not surprising. What’s surprising is that he’s not alone. 

You round the corner with your mind elsewhere, the only thought lingering on your mind being whether the shade of your lipstick is a little too dark or not. You’re already halfway into whatever you were going to say when you briefly pause by the mirror to smooth down your dress. 

“Hey, do you mind if–” You start, but you cut yourself off, because when you finally drift your eyes away from the hem of your skirt and lift them up, Jungkook’s reflection stares right back at you from behind. 

He’s leaning back against the couch comfortably, legs spread wide like he’s been there for so long his body has melted and molded into the cushion. One of his arms is thrown over the backrest as the other is holding a can of beer he’s not really drinking from. Jaehyun isn’t there with him for some reason, probably whipping something up in the kitchen even though he can't cook to save his life.

And when you turn around to face him fully, there’s a beat where his eyes move over you, all the way from the very top of your head to the bottom of your feet. You swear his eyes linger for a second too long on your chest before he drops them down and lets his mind register you properly. 

“Going somewhere?” He asks, one brow raised as he spreads his legs even further. 

You nod once, pretending to be mindless and nonchalant about it. “Just for drinks with some friends.” Technically, you’re going out with a friend. But before you can even think of elaborating on that further, Jaehyun walks in. And that’s all it takes for Jungkook to look away like it doesn’t mean anything. 

“Finally.” He scoffs before taking a large sip from his beer. “You take longer than anyone I know to get ready.” 

It takes half a minute of consecutive swift blinking for you to drag your attention away from Jungkook and pull yourself back together. “Relax.” You mutter when you’ve recollected your senses, rolling your eyes. “You’re not even coming with me.” 

“As if I’d want to.” He responds immediately. “I don’t want to deal with your friends.” 

“Hey!” You exclaim, pulling your browns together. “You like my friends.” 

“When they’re sober and quiet.” He corrects. 

You huff out a laugh, stepping further into the room, grabbing your purse from the table. “Liar.” 

“I never lie.” Jaehyun responds, making his way over to the couch before dropping himself down next to Jungkook. You shake your head with a light scoff, barely listening anymore, because Jungkook’s gaze is fixed on you once again and you don’t know if you can continue holding up this stupid act of nonchalance if he doesn’t tear his eyes away from you soon enough. 

“Text me when you get there.” Jaehyun reminds you for the third time today, and you nod along halfheartedly, checking your purse one last time for good measure.

“Yeah, okay. Promise.” 

“You better.” He mutters. 

You sling your bag over your shoulder, turning slightly just to sneak one last look at the man who’s managed to get your pussy tingling with so much as one look and two careless words. But when your gaze finds him and you realize he’s still looking at you, you think that maybe, he isn’t as untouchable as he makes it out to be.

He shifts under your presence, like your eyes weren’t something he expected to land a certain way yet did anyway, setting his drink down on the table as you move past him. The motion brings you close just enough, and his hand brushes against yours in passing. It’s light and fleeting, the kind of contact that normally would be dismissed in seconds. But you feel it all too clearly, so much that even after he pulls away, his fingertips linger on your skin in a way that burns until it leaves a permanent trace. 

Because he doesn’t pull away immediately, not fast enough like he usually does. There’s a fraction of a second where his fingers stay there before he retracts like he remembered it a little too late. 

And when you finally leave, Jungkook finds himself drowned inside the drunken haze of your sweet scent and the warmth of your presence– so strong that he physically feels the way it’s begging for him to follow. 

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The place Jaemin picked is one of those upscale cocktail bars where the wine is just so mediocre you’re forced to order overpriced cocktails instead. The lighting is warm and dim, because it always is in places like this– casting everything in a golden glow so that the glint makes it easier to ignore what doesn’t quite live up to the price tag. It’s busy just the way you like, filled with enough people to feel alive without being crowded.

Jaemin is already there by the time you reach the table that's reserved for you, leaning back into his seat like the air around him bends so intently that the place belongs to him. His legs are spread just a little wider than what’s acceptable, and the drink in his hand swings lazily from side to side like it’s been there for long with the sole purpose of giving him something to fidget with. 

He smirks immediately when you walk in. “There she is.” He sings, dragging his gaze over you before continuing. “You look…happy.” He says, cocking a brow like he’s questioning his own choice of words. 

You slide into the seat across from him, setting your bag onto the one next to you. “When am I not happy?” 

“This is like, when your hot friend from statistics called me cute, kind of happy.”

You scoff, reaching for the menu before letting your eyes scan through the list of beverages. “You threw a chair and got banned from the cafe you took her to.” 

Jaemin rolls his eyes. “I moved a chair.” 

“You threw it and it hit someone’s leg.” 

He pauses. “Not the point.” 

You giggle, placing the menu back onto the table. “Exactly the point, she got back together with her ex two days after your date.” 

He watches you for a second, then shakes his head. “God, you’re exhausting.” 

“And,” You start, dragging the word. “You still text me every day.” 

“What can I say, you’re a part of my routine.” Jaemin winks at you before turning his head to call over a waiter. When he comes by, you order a cocktail too pink to be taken seriously, and Jaemin asks for a kind of whiskey you’re sure tastes even worse than its name. Because no one really enjoys whiskey, it’s just for show.  A whole performance created by men trying to match up to their fragile egos. Not that you're saying Jaemin fits the profile. 

He leans forward when the waiter walks away. “Alright.” He says. “What did you do?” 

You tilt your head, pretending to think. “I didn’t exactly do something.” 

He gives you an unimpressed look. “And you expect me to believe that?”

“Yes!” You exclaim. “I really didn’t do anything. He just…slipped.”

“Who?” He pulls his brows together. “Don’t tell me this is about Jungkook again.” 

You lean back into your seat, unable to help the mischievous smile spreading across your face. Jaemin groans when it clicks, realizing exactly what you’re talking about. “No he didn’t.” He says matter of factly. 

You met Jaemin your freshman year of high school, and you slipped in each other’s spaces so easily you don’t even remember how. Just that by the time it mattered, he was already there. In your messages at ungodly hours, in the best parts of your worst days, in the middle of things he had no reason to involve himself in but did anyway. 

And at some point, without either of you really saying it out loud, you built something strong enough to stay and fight for.

So naturally, Jaemin knows Jungkook. How he moves, how he talks, how careful he is without making it obvious— only when it comes to you. He knows the version of him that exists around your brother; easy, controlled, and distant just enough to never cause any problems. 

So when you say that Jungkook slipped, he knows exactly what you mean, even though he would never grant you the pleasure of being right. But most importantly, he knows that if you're bringing it up like this, something has actually shifted. 

“He did.” You say without an ounce of hesitation. “He looked at me like he…forgot everything. Like there was a feeling he’d been suppressing and he forgot why for a second." You pause, sipping your drink. "And!" You exclaim like you forgot to add something so crucial. "His hand brushed mine and he didn't pull away." You argue. 

Jaemin sinks deeper into his seat. “Can we please move on from that man? Jungkook doesn’t slip, that’s literally his thing. I can set you up with Mark, if you want. Saw his dick once in the lockers and let me tell you, he’s huge.” 

Your lips pull into a pout. “I don’t want Mark, I want Jungkook.” 

Jaemin exhales through his nose before taking a large gulp from his drink. “Let’s say you’re right, Jaehyun would fucking kill you.” 

You shrug, mindlessly tracing your nail along the rim of your glass. “We’ll figure that out, I just wanna see how far it goes. What it takes for him to lose control." 

“You’ve liked him way too long for this to end well.” 

You scoff. “I do not like him.” 

Jaemin deadpans. “You used to sit on the stairs just to watch him and your brother play video games.”

“That's because I wanted to hop on his bones.” You argue.

He lifts a brow accusingly. “When you were fifteen?”

You pause for a second, tongue poking the inside of your cheek as you watch over your friend. “Fuck you.” You mutter under your breath.

You breathe again before leaning forward slightly, lowering your voice just enough. “You’ve seen him, Jaemin. He’s always so– so put together. Like nothing touches and sticks to him enough.” 

“Yeah.” Jaemin nods. “Because he’s not stupid.” 

The corner of your mouth twitches. “And it’s my duty to fuck up his morals.” 

He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “You’re gonna drag me into this, aren’t you?”

“You’re already in it." You smile at him innocently, bating your eyelashes. “You’re gonna sit next to me and look pretty." 

“Wow, the way you love me.” 

You wink at him, sipping your drink and letting the bitter taste of alcohol burn in your mouth. "Always." 

“God,” He mutters. “You’re gonna fuck this up.” 

Your lips twitch. “I’ll snap you a pic when he spreads his legs for me.” 

“Please don’t.” 

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The opportunity presents itself on a silver platter.

You’d be stupid to not take it. Not when you’ve gotten him somewhere hot, wet and messy without even meaning to, as if the universe already knows exactly what you’re about to do with it. 

You're stretched out on one of the chez-longs by the pool, body wrapped in the tiniest set of white bikinis in your wardrobe. That was definitely a lucky guess— a hot one to say the least. You're laying on your stomach with a book resting open in your hands with the sole purpose of being there, because you've read no more than two or five pages during the whole hour you spent here.

You had set the day aside and spared it for yourself— silenced your phone, shut everyone out, forced your mind into a kind of quiet that had no way out unless you tried hard enough. You had cleared everything until there was nothing to think about, nothing pulling at you from somewhere with something you didn't choose.

But it doesn't last.

The sliding door cuts through the quiet when you expect it the least, and when it opens, it brings Jaehyun with it. He walks in a way that's loud, careless, and already mid conversation with a couple of his friends trailing behind him. 

And Jungkook too, of course. 

You lower your book, push yourself onto your elbows, and then lift your sunglasses up into your hair. The exasperated breath you huff out goes unnoticed by both your brother, and his ridiculously loud friends as their voices swallow it up without wasting a second. 

"Wow," You mutter, tilting your head to take a look at them. "Great."

Jaehyun spots you immediately. “Oh, you’re here.” 

You scrunch your face a little, blinking up at him, shielding your face from the sun with a help of your hand even though it doesn't exactly work wonders. “I live here.” 

“Right.” He says mindlessly. “Didn’t think you’d be outside.” 

You scoff. “Clearly.” 

After your exchange, Jaehyun walks over the lounge chairs across from you, tossing his towel onto one of them like there isn't enough for everyone and they're something to call dibs on. When in reality, they aren't. One of his friends, one you only vaguely recognize, blows out a low whistle as he walks by.

"Damn," He says, not even trying to be subtle about it. "Didn't know he had a sister like that."

Luckily, Jaehyun doesn't hear it, too busy arguing with Mingyu about sunscreen brands like either of them know what they're talking about.

But Jungkook does. 

His head turns— maybe not immediately, maybe you're giving yourself too much credit and your imagination has started playing games on you— but you swear it does. His eyes narrow at his friend for a second too long before landing on you. And this time, you're sure there's something there. You're sure that if you were exaggerating and reading too much into every small detail last week, you aren't now.

His eyes linger on you as the oil you had put on catches the sunlight in a way that's impossible to ignore. The soft sheen traces every line and every curve of your body, shifting with movement until it reflects straight into his eyes.

Jungkook really doesn't mean to look. But the way the light hits your body— which he swears is literally the epitome of beauty— pulls in his attention without asking for permission. Suddenly, he's seeing too much and the tent in his shorts is growing and growing until the fabric tightens around his length and he can't bear doing nothing about it.

Though what really gets him isn't only how good you look— because that has always been a problem. It's how you exist in it so easily, so comfortable in the artwork dressed as your body. As his gaze dances over you, his head keeps spinning and spinning and suddenly, words he can never say out loud build at the tip of his tongue. 

You're a fucking temptation. 

You’re in the middle of flipping a page you haven’t been reading when his voice cuts in. “Didn’t know you’d be here.” 

You glance up again. “And I didn’t know you were coming over.” 

He shrugs. “Jaehyun asked.”

You nod slowly, pursing your lips. “I figured.”

There’s a beat filled with silence, one that stretches a little too long, one that leads you to realize he won’t be the first one to break it. So you turn over and sit up fully, setting your book aside. “Are you gonna get in or keep standing there?” You ask lightly.

But it takes him longer than a minute to hear the question. Because as you sit up and your front faces him, Jungkook feels the air knocking out of his lungs.

Your tits.

They sit so round and perky under the thin fabric of your bikini top. The white colour extenuates the soft swell of your boobs perfectly and Jungkook can't help but wonder what else would paint them white like this. As if things couldn't get worse for him, your tits bounce slightly when you move, and Jungkook fucking loses it.

He huffs a quiet breath in hopes of masking the ethical dilemma he's got going on inside. “Don’t really feel like it.”

You hum softly, dragging your gaze over him. “Well,” You start. “That’s too bad.”

His brows pull together. “Why?”

You give him a calculated smile, letting the moment sink in before answering. “You’d be fun to watch.”

You see the way your words land immediately– that almost-reaction he covers before it reaches too far. “Yeah?” He says, voice lower now, unable to help himself. “You watch everyone like that?” 

You shrug. “Only the ones nice to look at.”

He huffs out a soft scoff under his breath before reaching for the hem of his shirt, then pulls it off in one swift motion. You try to keep your expression neutral. And you swear, you really do. But when he looks like that, it’s impossible. 

Because Jungkook looks ridiculous like this, chest toned and bare and so fucking hot. He looks like someone who jumped out of your dirtiest fantasies and landed straight in your aching pussy. Your muscles grow sore despite having laid down all morning and you have to physically stop yourself from drooling and licking along the lines framing his abs. 

At the end of the day, you're just a girl who knows what she likes. Sue you. 

You exhale softly through your nose, shaking your head mindlessly like it doesn’t matter, like you don’t want to jump and bounce on him until his shape is permanently engraved in you. “Real subtle.” 

He glances at you, cocking a brow. “You asked.” 

You tilt your head. “I wouldn’t say asked is the correct word.”

“You’re welcome anyway.” He says, tossing his shirt beside you.

You laugh, pushing yourself up from the sunbed. “You’re so annoying.” So annoyingly hot.

When you’re finally standing, he’s so close you don’t hear whatever bullshit Jaehyun yells from the pool. Shut up, brother. Your girl is standing on business.

You step forward towards the edge of the pool when the lack of distance starts feeling like you want to drop down to your knees and take him into your mouth until he's whining and crying. Because it's one thing to be aware of his presence, but a whole another thing to feel the warmth of him sizzling through your bones.

You crouch down, dragging your hand along the water. "You getting in?" You ask, glancing up at him.

Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle, gives you one final look, and before you know it, he's jumping straight into the pool. Water rises fast the moment his body drops in, splashing and hitting your skin in cool droplets.

Jungkook shakes his head, dragging a hand over his face. "Happy?" He asks, looking at you behind wet curls as he brushes them away from his face.

Oh the sight he is. 

You tilt your head, looking down at him as you narrow your eyes teasingly. “A little.”

Before you can move, his hand catches your wrist and pulls you forward. You lose your balance and a sharp splash cuts through your body, skin burning with the unexpected hit. And suddenly, all you can feel is the cold chill of water rushing up your spine mixed with the warmth of his body.

Shit.

When you open your eyes, you realize you're fully pressed against him. Your arms instinctively wrap around his shoulders and your legs around his waist before you have the chance to realize what's happening.

For a second, it's like the earth stops rotating— like it forgets to revolve around the sun and time forgets to move along with it. The water ripples slowly until it calms down, the noise around you fading into something so distant and irrelevant. Because right now, all you can feel is him. The way his broad chest sits solid against your soft boobs and the warm touch of him on your skin that's suddenly everywhere. 

Jungkook goes completely still the exact way you do, like he didn't expect this either yet can't bring himself to do anything rational about it. The rush keeps you away from registering his hold around your thighs until he shifts slightly, securing your place in his arms.

Your faces are so close that his breath is hitting your skin in that warm, intimate kind of way you don’t share with just anyone. But the intimacy slips over your head just like that and all you can focus on is the way his hardened length presses against you beneath the water.

“Fuck.” It slips under his breath, barely audible even for you considering the lack of distance between you and him. But of course, you hear it. You'd be a fool to miss a slip like that, because you'd notice that kind of desperation from a mile away

He pulls back abruptly, like the warmth becomes too much and suffocates him all at once, so much that he can't feel oxygen reaching his lungs anymore. Distance folds itself into something necessary for him to function properly again, and just like that, your arms slip away and your legs drop back into the water.

Then you give him a smile, teasing and knowing, like this was all you needed to have him all bare and figured out in the middle of your palm. "This is new." You murmur. "You're getting reckless." 

His jaw tightens. “I’m not.” 

“You just pulled me into the pool.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You were standing too close.”

You laugh softly. “That’s your excuse?” 

“It’s the truth.”

You tilt your head to study him with a little more care. The way he's been holding onto the tension between you like his life depends on it just so that it doesn't crack, the way restraint sits so uncomfortably on his face even though he has no choice but to keep it together a little longer— it's all a bit more clear now.

"Right." You say lightly, then turn away like nothing about what just happened is worth digging further. But on the inside, you're already thinking about the phone call you'll have with Jaemin. Because you were right from the start, that wasn't nothing, not even close.

You just got what you wanted.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Jaehyun absolutely loves Jaemin. He just won't ever say it like that. 

It shows in other ways— been there since the day you came home all giddy and giggly, talking too fast about the first ever friend you made in high school, barely able to get his name out properly out of excitement. Jaehyun remembers it anyway. He remembers the day you said Jaemin like it already meant something, like the way the letters rolled out of your tongue was enough to know he was going to stay. 

He didn't question it then, he doesn't question it now.

So when Jaemin shows up unannounced at your door and lets himself in without asking, Jaehyun doesn't tell him to leave. He complains with a roll of his eyes, but offers him a can of beer anyway. Because accommodating an uninvited Jaemin has become a given way too long ago.

Jaemin exists in the space the same way Jungkook does, even though he slipped into it a few years later, like they both carved out a place for themselves in the dearest corners of your lives and never really left.

The difference is, Jaemin doesn't really have to keep his distance.

After inviting himself inside, he stretches across your couch, fetches the drink straight out of Jaehyun's hand before your brother gets to offer it properly, then reaches for you absentmindedly the way he always does. 

Jaehyun notices it sometimes, just enough to be bothered by it. He isn't exactly a fan of seeing a man touch you like that, even if it's Jaemin. He rolls his eyes, tells him to stop being annoying, but Jaemin just nods along with that loose, careless grin; pulling you closer regardless.

You lean into him just enough to make things worse for your brother, your shoulder pressing into his chest as you reach past him for the small bowl of nuts Jaehyun was about to hand you, until Jaemin beats you to it.

"Can you not steal everything that's mine?" Jaehyun mutters. Already huffing, already annoyed.

Jaemin doesn't even look at him, stuffing his mouth with a handful of peanuts. "Relax. You were literally handing it out." 

Jaehyun deadpans. "Well, not to you." 

You laugh, grabbing a few of the almonds. "You're both insufferable."

"You're one to talk." Jaehyun shoots back immediately. "You encourage him."

"I don't encourage him." You argue, but the lack of distance between you and your friend is still questionable.

Jaemin glances down at you, eyes grazing over your bare legs draped across his lap before lifting a brow. "You definitely do." 

You tilt your head, meeting his gaze with narrowed eyes. "You're very impressionable, that's not my fault." 

"I'm not impressionable." 

"You walked in uninvited and stole a drink in under thirty seconds." 

"Eh," He squints his eyes, pretending to think. "You offered it though." 

"So you wouldn't have gone ahead and taken one if he didn't?" You ask, cocking a brow.

Jaehyun points at him in victory, ecstatic at the newfound support from you. "Exactly."

Jaemin ignores him completely and turns to you, his arm still draped over your shoulders. "You weren't complaining five minutes ago." 

"Suddenly I'm feeling a little wiser." 

Jaemin rolls his eyes. "No, you're not." 

You pause mid sip like you're considering putting up a fight, but you change your mind as you gulp down the drink, dropping your shoulders. "Fine, I'm not." 

Jaehyun exhales sharply, dragging a hand along his face like he's already exhausted. "See, this is exactly what I mean. You two are unbearable together."

"You're the one who keeps letting him in." You say lightly.

"I don't let him in." He argues. "He just shows up." 

"You'd shut the door in my face if you wanted to." Jaemin says.

"You'd climb in through the window." 

Jaemin nods with a serious look on his face, like what he's agreeing to is a reasonable solution. "Yeah, I would." 

You're still laughing when the bell rings, and Jaehyun mutters a quiet finally under his breath as he pushes himself up from the couch. Jungkook and Mingyu walk in one behind the other, Jaehyun holding the door open by the corner. 

"Took you long enough." He complains, unimpressed.

Mingyu scoffs lightly. "We're not late." 

"You always are. I'm the only one with a sense of urgency here." 

Mingyu doesn't argue further, he heads straight for the kitchen instead. As he's busy opening and closing cabinets one by one like he owns like place, Jungkook lingers a little longer at the entrance before following Jaehyun inside. 

He looks good, he looks so fucking good it takes everything in you to not spread your legs right then and there. So you lean more into Jaemin, letting your skirt ride up with the movement. Because you'll get this man in your bed one way or the other and right now, there's nothing you can do besides rile him up a little and pray your brother doesn't notice. 

He does.

Jaehyun's eyes flick between the two of you before he looks away again, jaw clenching just slightly. "Can you sit normally for once?" 

But you don't move. You can't move when Jungkook's already looking at you like he's trying so hard not to slip. Not again. "Are we not sitting normally?" You ask, glancing down at yourself, pretending to be confused.

"No." He says flatly.

Jaemin shifts just enough to make it worse, his arm tightening around you even though it's completely unnecessary. "Feels pretty normal to me."

"That's because you're the problem." 

You hum softly, clearly entertained now. "I think you're overreacting." 

Jaemin nudges you with his elbow. "He's jealous." 

"I'm not jealous of you."

"Wow." Jaemin says as he brings a hand to his chest, pretending to be offended. "That hurt." 

Mingyu laughs from the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his drink in hand. "He's definitely jealous." 

“I’m not jealous.” Jaehyun repeats, louder this time.

Mingyu shrugs as he drops onto the singular couch beside him. “Sounds like it.” 

You laugh again, and it still sounds light and careless. But it doesn't really feel like it. Not when you can feel Jungkook's eyes digging holes into your exposed skin, like he's trying to do with his eyes what he can't with anything else. Because neither one of his fists have the privilege of breaking Jaemin's jaw right now.

He's not even trying to hide it now. Maybe because something bigger already slipped last week and there is no point in trying to recollect it back together, or maybe because Jaehyun has fallen into another pointless argument with Mingyu and a small glace or two won't hurt anybody. Doesn't really matter when he keeps giving you exactly what you're looking for.

Regardless, you're adamant on not giving in. You're a girl on a mission and you're going to compromise it for nothing.

So you shift closer, letting your hand slide further along Jaemin's arm before curling your fingers around his bicep like there's no other place you'd rather it be. Like this is nothing new, nothing worth paying attention to. 

But it is.

Jungkook's eyes drop down to your legs— bare and unapologetic on Jaemin's lap. He lets them linger on the poor excuse of a skirt that's sitting uselessly on your hips, and then trails lines along your exposed legs all the way to the tip of your feet.

You don't have to look up to know he's watching, but you do anyway, just to see the way he's starting to break. Because this time, there's nothing careful about the way he's looking at you. The control is still there, but he's holding onto it for his dear life— barely. 

The conversation around you keeps moving in a way that's constant and habitual— Jaehyun complaining, Mingyu laughing, Jaemin saying something in your ear you don't fully catch…Everything is safe and practiced.

Besides him.

Jeon Jungkook is not safe. God, he’s terrifying.  Terrifyingly sexy and thoroughly unsafe. 

You reach for your drink, take a slow sip, then set it back down like you've suddenly lost all interest and nothing is as entertaining anymore. "I'll be back." You say, pushing yourself up from the couch before anyone can question you about it.

"Don't disappear." Jaehyun mutters mid-conversation, barely glancing at you.

You hum something about him asking too for many things at once before turning away, making your way out of the living room fast so that no one has the chance to hold you there longer.

You take your sweet time walking down the hallway, hips swaying from side to side just in case a certain someone decides to follow behind. But you know he will, so you don't look back. Luckily, life smiles at you for another day and the sound of a second set of footsteps reaches you in no time.

The corner of your mouth lifts in satisfaction as you reach the bathroom door, letting your hand linger on the handle for half a second too long before pushing it open, like you're giving him time to catch up.

You don't bother closing the door, leaving it open as Jungkook steps in a beat or two after you, not forgetting to lock it after him.

"Stop it." He mutters finally, voice low and rough like he doesn't fully trust it to come out louder without giving something away.

Too bad he already has.

You tilt your head, looking up at him like you don't quite understand what he's talking about, lashes fluttering innocently even though you're far from it. "Stop what?"

When your gazes meet, it's like his eyes are whispering to you, telling you to come closer and let yourself melt into his touch until your breath is completely blown away. But instead of doing anything about it, instead of tugging you closer into him and ending this stupid game that has left both of you aching and soaring; he drags a hand down his face and does everything in his power to pull himself back into the control he had once mastered. 

"You know what." He says, exhaling sharply through his nose.

You take a step closer, fed up with the distance he's forced you into. "I wanna hear you say it." 

His jaw tightens as he looks at you, trying to figure out how far you're willing to take it. "You've been pushing this all night."

"Well then, let me remind you." You murmur, stepping even closer, until there's barely any space left between the two of you. "You followed me." You say, placing your index finger on his chest. 

Your words land a certain way, you watch his reaction all the way through its birth and death. In the way his breath stutters audibly, in the way his eyes flick briefly down to your lips, in the way something between light and lust flashes across his features before he can lock it back down again. 

He scoffs as his eyes drift away from yours. "You're out of your mind." 

You shrug mindlessly, like nothing about this is as serious as he makes it out to be. "I've been told once. Or twice." You give him a smile, light and flirty.

He drops down his hand, then snaps his head towards you like he suddenly remembered something. "Do you think this is funny?" He asks, 

You let your gaze drag over him slowly, completely unapologetic, taking your time with it before meeting his eyes.

"I think it's hot." 

And you're met with silence. Oh, Jeon Jungkook, the fucking pussy you are. 

That does it, you see it the second it lands, the second that suppressed urge in him slips past the point of recovery. It's still there— but thinner, frying, barely holding on. Like it's waiting for someone to cross the line first and it sure as hell won't be him.

So you do.

You close the space completely this time, your hand finding him again until it settles on his shirt and fists the fabric enough to pull him in. You're not testing the waters, not anymore. Everything is visible no matter how hard he's trying to pull it through and you're not going to let him slip past your fingertips when you've gotten him like this. 

Jungkook inhales sharply, quick and uneven, like air catches in the middle of his chest before he can do anything about it. His hand moves instinctively, and just as you think he's going to push your hand away, he settles his hold on your waist. 

He calls your name, voice dropping in a way that's raw and desperate. His body goes rigid as his brain tries being reasonable one last time, but he fails terribly, miserably.

Your hands trail along his chest, traveling down until you decide to let them settle on his waist. Your hands don't rush him, they move like you've already decided how this ends on his part. Your fingers slip just past the waistband of his jeans, but still not fully, tugging with his belt.

"Fuck." He mutters under his breath as your hips hit his roughly, head falling back beyond his control.

Jungkook just stands there and takes it, lets it happen, lets you happen.

That's what gives him away. He doesn't grab your wrists, doesn't step back, doesn't do anything he should be doing. So with the newfound confidence, you sink down to your knees, slow enough that each passing second aches and tortures and stings his skin until it burns and leaves your trace. 

He freezes.

His body hasn't caught up to what's happening yet, even though you're taking your sweet time to make sure every second of your touch registers to the point where it's lingering and all he sees and feels is you when he closes his eyes. 

No matter how bad you're trying to let him keep up, he feels as though his brain has stopped working long ago and parked itself outside of the constellation named his fucking morals. 

"You still there, Jungkook?" You ask looking up at him, voice low and sultry, bating your eyelashes with feigned innocence. As if you aren't his best friend's little sister who's about to suck the life out of him.

He's barely able to get out a reply and you're already pulling his jeans down. You fiddle with the waistband of his boxers, then move along to palm him over the fabric. Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath, hands finding their way to your hair like he's trying to ground himself. 

You give a squeeze to his base, hard and thick just like you expected. You're sure whatever he's hiding inside is even better than your imagination, but there's still a minute or two before you can figure that out. 

"Ah, fuck, yes—" Jungkook breathes, almost stuttering, completely lost in a daze. "Keep going." He says as his hold tightens in your hair, locks tangling between his fingertips as he tries steadying himself. You slowly drag your hand over to his tip, flicking your index finger somewhere over his slit before moving it back down. You're about to pull down his boxers and then—

A knock. 

Jaehyun calls out your name from the other side of the door, and the sound reaches your ears in an instant, forcing you out of whatever fantasy you've lost yourselves in. It's so sudden that Jungkook jerks, his hold on you slipping away as panic flashes across his features. But you? You don't even move.

"Give me a second!" You call back with a voice so impressively steady even Jungkook believes you're alone for a second. 

Jungkook exhales like he's just been dropped back into a body he hasn't been in for years, fists closing and opening by his sides like he doesn't know what to do with his hands anymore. But what gets him— what gets him the most is how calm and unbothered you look, like you didn't just bury his body and bring it back to life in under a minute.

Jaehyun calls your name again. "Be quick, seriously." 

But you're still not rushing, still not scrambling. Hell, you're not even shifting the way anyone else would in this situation— enter Jungkook. You just tilt your head slightly as you slowly rise back up to your feel, like you're mildly inconvenienced at best.

"I said give me a second!" You reply, and Jungkook watches over you like you're insane. Because you don't look panicked, you don't look caught, you don't look half he's feeling right now.

You look…fine.

He doesn't like that.

Right when Jungkook was considering running the bath and drowning himself in boiling water, another door opens.

"You can use this one." Jaemin says casually, thoroughly aware of whatever stunt you're pulling unlike your brother. Jaehyun mutters something under his breath, a few curse words and complaints about how annoying you are, but he's already moving. 

It's silent again when the door locks shut, and Jungkook exhales like he has been holding the entire universe in his lungs. "Jesus—" He runs a hand down his face, shaking his head like he's trying to rid himself of everything but it doesn't work. "What the fuck was that?" 

You melt into every second in a whole minute, smoothing your skirt down, fixing your lipstick, running a hand along your hair like those are the only things that need a fixing and nothing about this requires any urgency.

You look at him, completely calm. "What?" You ask lightly, not even making an effort to look at him, glancing at his face from its reflection through the mirror.

His jaw tightens. "You have no idea what game you're playing and it's a problem."

You finally turn to look at him, then glance down to his crotch before lifting your eyes back up, the corners of your mouth lifting. "I think you've got a bigger problem going on." You say, then walk through the door just like that.

Just like that.

Jungkook is losing his fucking mind.

He hates you, he hates you so goddamn much right now. He hated you that day by the pool when you were in that stupid little bikini, hated you when you had your perfect legs over some boy's lap— God, he really is just some boy. What the fuck is a Jaemin? He swears he's so much hotter and bigger and sexier but he can't even try and make himself feel better now that his pants are tightening and his cock is aching.

He knows he's got a bigger problem going on, he didn't need you to say it, he doesn't want to hear you say anything at this point. Because it seems as though he has the self restraint of a fucking rabbit and his dick gets hard with so much as your breathing. 

Jungkook is the boy here. He knows he is. There is nothing left for him to do besides hoping you don't. But god, he's desperate. He can't help but think about the what ifs. What if Jaehyun didn't knock, what if you actually pulled down his boxers and took him in your sweet little mouth. He'd give anything right now. Anything to see your mouth full with his cock, stuffed to the brim. He'd do anything for you to fold beneath him and do as he says, he'd bend you over this stupid counter and take you right fucking here. He'd fuck you so good you'd never be able to walk properly again. He'd put you in your place and shut that sweet mouth of yours forever.

But he can't. He knows he can't. So he does the second most stupid he can do today— the first being letting you take him in your mouth. He pulls his jeans back down after making sure the door is locked again, then frees his cock out of the fabric that has been suffocating him since the moment he laid his eyes on you today.

He starts stroking himself after spreading the precum over his tip, then lets his hand run down his aching length. He's so horny it's stupid. He can't believe a girl he has known since he was nine has gotten his dick rock hard with so much as a few reckless words and light, taunting touches. But who the fuck is he kidding? This isn't the first time he's thought about you like this, not the first time he's caught himself a way the shouldn't have.

He's just been better at hiding it before.

He had always been the version of himself that knows where the line is and doesn't even think about crossing it. Because for the longest time, you had a single purpose, a single title in his life— Jaehyun's little sister. A kid who used to hover around the edges of everything she had no part in, who'd sit too close and talk too much even when she didn't have to. There was never a reason to think about it longer than necessary. 

Until you made it impossible to ignore. 

It didn't happen all at once, not in a way he could point to and say this is where it changed. It just…happened. You stopped asking to be included, stopped looking at him like he was someone above and untouchable. You built your own life, your own circle, yourself.

And somewhere in the middle of all of that, he started noticing things. The way you carried yourself differently, the way your voice grew into something low and sultry, the way you started looking at people with eyes that knew exactly what you were doing, thoroughly aware of the effect you had.

So as he keeps dragging a hand along his length, he thinks about every time you'd bent over in front of him with a skirt way too short to be acceptable, every time you'd given him those eyes while asking for things as simple as a glass of water, every time you'd call a man late at night thinking your voice couldn't be heard when he'd lose hours of sleep over it— he thinks about it all. 

He cums with a breathy trail of moans and your name on his tongue, body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. And as he struggles to find the line between his imagination and the reality, he realizes that the worst part about what he has done today isn't Jaehyun or the post nut clarity.

It's that he wants more. 

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The club is brazen without trying to be subtle about it. It's the kind of atmosphere that doesn't prepare you for the worst before settling deep into your skin, right in the middle of something you can't erase no matter how hard you try scrubbing it off, because the agitation is just that heavy. The lights hang low, glowing in a distant hue that's maybe a little too deliberate for a club like this. The air is thick and full without being suffocating, but it's lived in. Like it's been used over and over again and simply refuses to empty out, carrying the remnants of conversations, the cluttered echo of laughter, and things that are said too loud yet meant too lightly. 

You're not sure if it was the best pick for a birthday night out, but who are you to say anything— you wouldn't be here without Jaehyun anyway. Not that you want to leave, but the party doesn't matter all that much either. Although you do like Haneul— one of Jaehyun's college friends who also became yours overtime— she's sweet in a way that's safe and makes it easy to forget she's the center of attention tonight. 

The music is starting to feel too loud and it feels as if the club is getting smaller and smaller as time goes on, but it's still a little early to leave, at least by yourself. Because leaving alone would mean you aren't enjoying yourself and staying long enough keeps everything in place, keeps you exactly where you need to be without drawing attention to the fact that your mind has been completely elsewhere for the entirety of the night.

Jungkook has been avoiding you. Definitely, irreproachably, unmistakeably.

You've been in this club for three hours now, with your body pressed against the crowd in a way that doesn't allow distance to exist, caught between people who move like proximity is a choice rather than an inconvenience, and still— Jungkook hasn't looked at you properly. Not even once.

Jaehyun finds you sometime around the final minutes of your fourth hour here, fully drunk now as if he hasn't been halfway gone for the majority of his time here. His words are looser, his voice is louder, and his arm is slinging around your shoulder like everything about his balance depends on you. 

"There you are." He sings, stretching the words sloppily. "I'm done." 

You laugh, head tipping back in his arms. "You've been done for like, what? An hour now?" You tell him, steadying the drink in his hand before it spills.

"I mean it this time." He leans into you, then immediately leans away like something far more interesting suddenly caught his attention. "I'm leaving— or, no. I'm staying. I don't know." 

"That sounds about right." 

He exhales dramatically, then glances over your shoulder until he spots what he was looking for. "Jungkook!" He shouts over the music. 

Jungkook turns his head slightly before fully facing your brother, then moves towards you like rejecting was never really an option.

"Can you take her home?" Jaehyun asks, placing a hand on the small of your back. But it doesn't sound like a question, it sounds like a decision that's already been made before it even reached Jungkook.

Jungkook's expression tightens slightly. "I'm not—" 

"You are." Jaehyun cuts him off, waving it away like the argument doesn't exist, doesn't matter. "I'll stay a bit longer, or all night, just— make sure she gets home safe, please." 

Your eyes wander away to Jungkook, because watching him is far more interesting than dealing with your drunk brother. There's a pause before he exhales through his nose, a beat that's enough to feel like he's weighing something in his head, like there is a version of this he so badly wants to refuse but knows he can't— knows he won't.

"Fine." He says finally, not exactly willing. 

Jaehyun grins, satisfied with the outcome even though he won't remember achieving it by the time he wakes up. He disappears into the crowd after patting Jungkook on the shoulder, leaving the two of you standing in a space that suddenly feels quiet despite being the complete opposite.

Jungkook walks alongside you in silence as you make your way out of the club, his pace controlled and calculated like that's the only thing he's concentrating on right now. The music gets swallowed up by a wave of soft wind and the distant hum of the city when you step outside, fading slowly as you get further and further away from the club. 

You glance at him as you walk, trailing your eyes along the sharp line of his jaw beneath the warm glow of the streetlights. He's dressed too nicely for the bike waiting at the curb, painted in dark clothes and silver rings along with the kind of face that makes people stop and turn their heads twice without even realizing they're doing it. For a short second, you wonder if he knows how unfair he looks tonight. But jokes on you, he probably does. 

Because Jeon Jungkook is one cocky bastard, even though he doesn't show it a lot. 

"You could've said no, you know." You say lightly when you reach the bike. "If it's impossible for you to be alone with me without glaring like you want me dead." 

Jungkook exhales through his nose, pulling the spare helmet from the handle and holding it out to you before responding eventually. "I would've said no if i wanted to." 

You look down to the helmet, crossing your arms on your chest."You can act a little less miserable, then." 

His jaw tightens slightly at that, like he's annoyed with both you and himself. "Put the helmet on." He says, ignoring your claim. 

You roll your eyes, but take it from him anyway, not forgetting to let your fingers brush against his on purpose. He shifts under your touch, shoulders tensing beneath his jacket. You're sure he notices the way you're doing it on purpose too, but prefers not to comment on it. Not yet, at least.

"You're quiet tonight." You say, slipping the helmet on. 

"You talk enough for the both of us."

"That's not true. You talk plenty when you're…engaged." You say slowly, dragging your gaze over him before settling them back on his face. Jungkook looks at you properly for the first time tonight, and he makes sure to look at you with purpose. Enough to let you know he's still thinking about it too.

The bathroom, everything you did that day, everything he did after you left. Not a single second of it has left his mind ever since. 

"Get on the bike." He says, tongue poking the inside of cheek before he speaks.

You do, but you do it so slowly Jungkook thinks he wants to dig his grave right then and there. You place your hands on his shoulders before sliding them over his chest as you move behind him, taking your time in a way that feels cruel. By the time you finally sit, there's barely any space between your bodes. Your knees press against his thighs, your arms wrap around his waist, and your chest leans onto his back. 

"You know," You murmur near his ear, and it takes so much in him to not go still at the lingering heat of your breath. "For someone who keeps telling me to stop, you never actually do anything." 

His grip tightens around the handles. "You don't listen." 

"Maybe i'd listen if you were better at hiding how much you like it." 

You feel how his body stiffens immediately as he inhales sharply before starting the engine. "Hold properly." He says, completely dismissing your words.

When the bike finally pulls away from the curb, you settle against him even closer than before, letting your body melt into the warmth of his. You smile to yourself beneath the helmet, because this time, you know exactly how tonight is going to end. 

Your hands wander all over him throughout the entirety of the ride, tracing lines starting from his chest all the way down to his thighs. Jungkook has no idea how the hell he's survived when he rolls the bike into your garage, but he definitely knows the tension between you has turned into something so physical he feels like he's going to burst.

Neither of you can move when the engine cuts off, because the air is still vibrating from the ride. Because your body stayed pressed against his the entire way home like you were trying to test how much restraint one could realistically have before it gave out completely.

And judging by how Jungkook is handling it all— not much. 

"You should go inside." He says eventually, back still turned to you. 

You slowly let go of his waist, leaning back slightly as you take off your helmet. "I don't really want to." 

Jungkook lets out a breath through his nose, then hops off the bike as he takes the helmet from your hand and places it back on the handle alongside his own. When he's back on the bike, he's facing you, legs placed on both sides of the vehicle. 

He calls your name, but it sounds completely ruined in his mouth now, rough and raw around the edges by weeks of restraint and the complete lack of it sitting underneath. He shakes his head in frustration, dragging a hand along his face. 

"Look, you— this, whatever you've been trying to do all night. No, scratch that, you've been doing this for weeks now. It's not going to happen, it can't happen." 

"You wanna know what i think?" You ask instead, tilting your head. 

"No."

"I think you liked avoiding me."

Jungkook's eyes darken at your words, sharp enough to slice through your skin that's ravaged with desire. And as the dawn slowly breaks, you see the walls crumbling down beneath his feverish, agitated gaze. Because you've already stripped him out of his armor and he hates how naked and vulnerable he might look to your eyes. 

"You liked it because it gave you an excuse to think about me all the time." Your voice softens slightly, just enough to feel intimate. "Every room i walked into, every conversation you avoided, every time you looked away before i caught you. You liked it because that was the only way to fill your mind with me without feeling guilty." 

Jungkook laughs quietly, but there's nothing amused about it. The sound comes out frayed, disbelieving, like he's hearing his own thoughts being spoken back to him in your voice and hates how accurate they sound. 

"You think this is easy for me?" He asks, and the shift in his tone catches you off-guard. It's not softer, not gentler either— but it's honest. Raw in a way that sits somewhere so deep in his chest, so much more than he has been willing to show until now. "You think i enjoy walking into a room and having to pretend i'm not thinking about you?" 

At his confession, your breath stutters without waiting for permission. Because suddenly, every letter rolling out of his tongue feels heavy. Because this is the first time he's admitting it out loud, even if it sounds like it's being dragged out against his will. 

His eyes dip briefly to your lips before lifting again, but it's slow, as if the movement costs him something he can't pay for. "You keep looking at me like that." He mutters, so low that you think it's not meant for you. 

"Like what?" You ask, looking up at him through your lashes. 

"Like you already know i'm gonna give in." 

You tilt your head slightly, pushing yourself further into his embrace. "Are you?" You ask, voice laced with a honeyed amusement. 

He exhales sharply with closed eyes, and for a second, you think he's actually going to walk away. You see the glimpses of conflict flash across his features, shoulders tensing like he's forcing himself to hold onto the last scraps of control he has left.

But then his hands find your waist, firm and certain in a way that makes you believe he won't let go this time. Whatever was left of Jungkook's self-control gives in completely, and his lips are on yours in an instant.

A mix of gasps and moans falls from your lips, and he swallows them without wasting a second. Your fists find his jacket, tugging onto the fabric as you close the remaining bits and pieces of distance between your bodies.

His hands drop drown to your hips, moving them to the rhythm of your lips until you're fully on his lap. His thumb pulls at your bottom lip, searching for permission to be let in even further into your mouth. You grant him the access immediately, his tongue clashing against yours in a way that's hot, wet, and so fucking desperate. 

You draw circles with your hips on his lap, his already hardened length pressing into your clothed core. The friction feels so good it blows your breath away, and your stomach flutters every time his skin touches yours in a way that's rather vulnerable and intimate instead of sole lust. 

Jungkook feels his cock pulsing beneath the fabric of his jeans, and he swears he's going to cum on the spot if you keep moving your hips like that. Your wetness leaves filthy stains on the course denim, marking him with your arousal. 

"This dress," He breathes into your mouth, voice laced with fever as he tugs onto the thin fabric. "You wore it for me?" 

You smirk into the kiss, not forgetting to continue moving your hips. "Wouldn't you like to know." You sing softly. 

He scoffs, hand sliding in through your dress to settle on your bare ass, giving it a hard squeeze, fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Oh, i already do." 

The moment a soft trace of streetlights spread inside from the corner and chase away the darkness, Jungkook knows it's his cue to pull away. A final opportunity to let him fix everything he has broken and lost himself inside, a weak excuse to allow him wake up to a brighter morning without the weight of betrayal and regret and burnt desire he hates himself for not being able to keep hidden. 

But he doesn't, he's so lost in the drug called you and as your body searches his further and further, there's almost nothing left in him that's holding him back from being gone completely. 

Your movements on his lap grow into something more and more desperate, pussy aching with need as his hands wander all around your body, feeling you up beneath your dress. He lifts the skirt over your hips, exposing it to the cool air of the garage and your breath hitches at the feeling of being so bare all of a sudden.

"Shit— stop, stop." He nearly begs, pulling his lips away from yours. You look back at him, momentarily thrown. Because what does he mean stop? He can't, not right now, not when he's got you all hot and bothered on his lap.

"What's wrong?" You ask softly, brows pulling together. 

"I'm— I'll cum if you keep doing that. Wanna be inside you."

The words mean so much more to you than just lust. Because this isn't only want, not at all. It's ravishment, the breakage of suppression that has been dressed up as a boundary for way too long. Jungkook has spent weeks— no, scratch that. He has spent years holding himself together so tightly you almost started believing he was actually capable of resisting you. 

But now, he's sitting beneath you, looking completely unraveled by your body against his. Nothing more, nothing less. 

You did that. The thought alone makes you dizzy. 

You take a moment to let your gaze drift over his face; taking in the spent rise and fall of his chest, his red lips that are swollen from kissing you, the frustration and desperation tangled together beneath his darkened gaze…He looks wrecked in a way that doesn't suit him at all. Because Jeon Jungkook has always been a man of precision and there isn't a single ounce left of it in his being tonight.

He was always guarded in a way that kept every ugly thought locked somewhere private, somewhere no one else could reach, could touch. And now, Jeon Jungkook is falling apart right in front of you— because of you. 

"Yeah? You want to fuck me, Jungkook?" You ask slowly, voice low and sultry as your nails trail lines along his inner thighs. 

Jungkook lets out a low groan before speaking. "Come here." He says, pulling you back onto him. You laugh with the movement as your hands work on the zipper of his jeans, and he lifts his hips enough to assist you pull them off just enough. 

Once his boxers are pulled down and his cock is all bare and exposed for you to see, you can't help but let your lips part in shock. You feel yourself nearly drooling over his size because fuck, he's huge. 

You shouldn't be shocked, you've already felt him up and you expected nothing less. But seeing it like this, thick and long and leaking for you— you think you're going to pass away. 

"See something you like, baby?" He smirks, all cocky and confident. 

"That's not going to fit." You reply immediately, gaze flicking up and down consecutively. 

"We'll make it fit." He says, eyes stuck on yours as he gives himself a few strokes. "And you're going to take every inch like the good girl you are." 

You just stare at him, utterly in shock, almost scared. Because what the actual fuck is he talking about? You've never taking anything this big, and you're not sure if anyone ever has either. 

"You were begging for me to fuck you. Weren't you, princess? Were so desperate for my cock and now what? Cat's got your tongue?" He says, a loose grin on his face as his thumb swipes over the head and spreads the precum. 

"I'll take it." You say obediently.

"Yeah?" He breathes, lifting your hips so that your entrance is lining up with his cock. 

"I'll take all of it. Need your big cock so bad. Fuck me, Jungkook. Please, need it." You beg, trying to push yourself down to take him into your cunt but he tightens his hands around your hips to hold you in place. 

He guides your hips down slowly, letting you feel every line and every vein that's painting his pretty length. You whine at the stretch, but there's still half of him you haven't taken yet. 

"Fuck," He groans, letting his eyes close and his head fall back as you sink down further. "You're so tight." 

You both moan loudly as he presses your hips down fully, your wet cunt swallowing him wholly. He watches as his cock disappears between your folds, so wet and creamy with your slick that's already obnoxiously overflowing. Once all of him is inside you, you let out a high pitched whimper, feeling the way your walls burn with how good he's stretching you, because he's just that big. So fucking massive it's insane. And you swear you've never felt this full in your entire life.

"Holy shit." You gasp when he lifts his hips to meet you halfway, balls hitting your ass with the movement. 

"How does it feel, princess? Anything like you imagined?" He asks, thrusting up into you as he guides your hips down, hands squeezing the flesh of your plump ass. "Use your big girl words, i know you can."

"So good, Jungkook. I'm so full, you're so— so big." You cry out, nails digging into his shoulders. 

He pushes down the top of your dress, exposing the lace fabric of your red bra. He pulls it down just enough to bare your boobs, breath hitching the moment they bounce free right in front of his eyes.

Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath the moment you find your pace, your tits bouncing up and down as you hop on his cock, riding him to chase your own high. One of his hands lift to massage your tit as the other keeps digging into the flesh of your ass. You whimper when he takes your hardened nipple into his mouth, bouncing on his cock in a pace that slowly grows into something sloppier as the hot feeling of your orgasm starts building low in your stomach. 

"Kook, i'm cumming. Shit." 

"Yeah? Let it go, baby. Cream all over my fat cock."

His words do it for you, and you fall apart on his cock after a few more thrusts. Your legs start shaking and you bury your head in his neck for support, panting into his skin.

"You okay?" He asks, head tilted as he tries looking at your profile. 

"Yeah…just," You breathe, straightening your posture to pull away and take a proper look at him. "Wanna make you feel good."

Jungkook groans loudly, letting his head fall back at your words. Because how can he act normal, how can he hold it together when your mouth keeps reciting filthy words so casually like you're talking about the weather? 

He can't believe this, he still can't believe he's just fucked you on his stupid bike. Because this is you. Jaehyun's little sister. The girl he spent years forcing himself not to look at for to long. And now, he's got you all naked and completely spent on his lap, touching him like the yellow light that's filling up the void of control he'd built for himself, warming him up so intimately without even realizing you're doing so. 

He's a goner. He's so irreversibly fucked and completely gone.

But what worsens it for him is, that you don't look too different from the state he's in. You've fallen apart right in front of his eyes, skin flushed, sounds breathless, movements desperate. They tell him you're just as gone as he is. There is something so dizzying about it, about seeing the exact effect he has on you after weeks of wondering whether he imagined it all or not. 

He didn't.

Thank god, he didn't.

As his eyes wander all over you, desire burning through him so intensely it almost feels violent, he thinks about the one thing he has been dying to ask you.

Because if he doesn't ask now, when will he ever?

"Can i—" Jungkook cuts himself off with a quiet curse, dragging a hand down his face before looking back at you. "Fuck, can i fuck your tits?"

The corner of your mouth twitches upwards immediately, amusement curling through your face despite how breathless he left you just minutes ago. The overhead light catches against the flush spreading across your skin, showing off the mess he's made of you. 

Your fingertips move onto the hem of your dress, pausing there long enough for anticipation to sizzle in his lungs before you slowly pull the fabric upwards. 

Jungkook watches every movement, so so carefully. Like he's afraid that if he blinks, he'll miss something. And when your dress is completely off, he thinks that he might actually die right then and there.

The breath that leaves him when you unclasp your bra and let it fall down to the ground is sharp. His gaze drags over you with a kind of raw hunger he stopped trying to hide a long time ago tonight. There is nothing composed about him now, nothing careful. Just pure, unadulterated want.

"Jesus Christ." He mutters under his breath, hands flexing at his sides like he doesn't know what to do with them. 

You tilt your head slightly, watching him through your lashes, a small and seductive smile playing on your lips. "You look overwhelmed." 

"You think?" He argues, a rough laugh slipping out of his lips. "Press'em together for me, baby." He says, hands braced behind him as he leans into the handlebars. 

You press your tits together, then lean forward onto him to take his cock between the soft flesh of your boobs. Jungkook's eyes flutter shut in an instant, a low groan escaping his lips as you start moving your chest up and down. His dick is already so wet, sliding between your boobs seamlessly.

"Love your tits, princess. Gonna paint them with my seed." He moans, long gone in the bliss. Jungkook's hips jerk beyond his control, and he starts fucking your tits as you move along with his pace. 

He cums all over your chest not long after with low grunts of curses and your name on his tongue. 

The garage still feels warm, still thick with tension and the aftermath of everything that just happened, everything that was boundto happen for weeks. But there isn't an edge to it anymore. Because Jungkook isn't looking at you the way he was just a few hours ago. Because now, there's no frustration behind his gaze. Instead, he looks wrecked. 

He leans back against the handlebars as he tries catching his breath, one hand still on your thigh. You sit sideways across his lap, completely naked, hair messy, lips swollen. 

Your fingers drift absentmindedly along the collar of his shirt as he tries catching his breath, smoothing the fabric. "You know," You murmur, eyes dancing over him. "You're a lot softer than i thought you'd be."

Jungkook laughs lightly. "You literally spent weeks trying to ruin my life." 

"Mhm." You tilt your head, pretending to think. "You survived tho." 

He snorts, thumb drawing circles on your thigh. "Barely." 

You smile, then lean into his chest when his hand slides higher along your waist without really thinking, skin calloused and a little rough on your soft skin. But for some reason, it comforts you in a way nothing ever has. 

Because for a second, it doesn't feel complicated at all. It doesn't feel like boundaries or guilt or Jaehyun or years of years of knowing each other but never doing anything about it. It just feels like Jungkook's hands on your body and the quiet look in his eyes that says he's still trying to process how badly he wanted this.

How badly he still wants it. 

"I really tried not to." He says suddenly.

You look at him, brows pulling together faintly as you try to figure out what he's going to say. "Tried not to what?" 

His eyes flick down to your lips before lifting again. "Want you." 

Your stomach flips when he says that. Because they sound real. There is no teasing in them. No temptation, no flirtation. Just raw, unadulterated truth. 

You lift your head to look at him properly, suddenly a little too aware of how close the two of you still are. How his hand hasn't moved from your waist, how your legs are still tangled with his on the bike like neither of you has figured out how to leave. 

"You sucked at it." You say softly.

That earns you a real laugh this time. It's quiet and tired, yet warm around the edges in a way you've never heard him before. Even if you have, it was never for you. But now it feels so intimate that every breath he takes, every word he says, every single thing he does is in honour to you. 

"Yeah, i know." And for one dangerous moment, everything feels easy.

Then the front door slams open upstairs.

"I'm home!" Jaehyun's voice echoes through the house; loud, drunk and completely unaware. "Why the fuck is the garage light on?" 

Well, fuck.

would love to hear what you think <3

[starryjake]

spin the bottle | w.y & b.e

the events that follow after your boyfriend and his best friend kiss during a game of spin the bottle.

pairing: wang nicholas x fem!reader x byun euijoo

warnings: smut MDNI, drinking, threesome, MXM content (don’t read if you don’t like that), masturbation, nichojoo making out, fingering, hickeys, handjobs, blowjobs, nipple play, pussy eating, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, cumming inside (and out?), lmk if i missed anything.

wc: around 5k.

“no. absolutely not,” ej said, grabbing the empty beer bottle from the middle of the circle.

“hey, the spin the bottle gods have spoken,” nicholas responded, raising his hands up in defense. “they want me to kiss your girlfriend.”

you stared down at your lap, refusing to make eye contact with either of them. you’d only been at this party for an hour, and you were already regretting coming.

you’d wanted a nice, quiet evening in with your boyfriend, ej, and typically, he wanted the same. but it was his friend fuma’s birthday, so he had to come to the party, and you went along as well.

how you ended up playing a game of spin the bottle in a circle of only men was beyond you, though. so far, you’d witnessed some of ej’s best friends kiss, which was an interesting sight to the say the least.

but then nicholas spun the bottle, and for the first time that night, it landed on you.

“no one wants you to kiss my girlfriend,” ej argued. “especially not me or her.”

“come on already,” yuma whined. “either kiss or don’t—i’m getting bored.”

nicholas looked over at you. you looked at ej, ej looked back at you, and then you looked back to nicholas.

“oh my god,” ej huffed. “you can kiss her cheek, but that’s the most you’re getting.”

you let out the sigh you’d been holding in, relieved that ej made the decision for you because you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do.

so, nicholas crawled over across the circle to you, tilted your head to the side and planted a warm, soft kiss on your cheek, lingering slightly longer than he should’ve.

ej rolled his eyes, shaking his head in disapproval—not at you, but at his own best friend.

the game carried on, and proved quite entertaining as you got to watch many of ej and your friends share a kiss.

and then it was ej’s turn to spin.

of course, out of all the people it could’ve landed on, it landed on nicholas.

“wow, i’m pretty lucky today,” nicholas said with a glint in his eyes, a smile on his typically serious face. “tell me i get more than just your cheek.”

“you’re such a freak,” ej responded, and then he looked over at you. “it’s not up to me, though. it’s whatever y/n is comfortable with.”

your breath caught in your throat. everyone in the circle was looking at you now. it was all up to you whether or not you were okay with nicholas kissing your boyfriend.

you knew it was just a stupid party game. it wasn’t a big deal, and you knew how ej and nicholas liked to joke around and flirt sometimes. this was nothing. it was just a kiss.

“you can kiss,” you said, leaning back on your palms with a smirk. “just make sure to put on a show.”

“you’re a freak, too,” ej said to you jokingly, before turning back to nicholas.

the circle watched with anticipation as nicholas crawled across the floor yet again, then sank to his knees once he was in front of ej.

you watched carefully as nicholas brought his hands up to cup your boyfriends face, tilting his head up. ej gazed up into nicholas’s eyes, his expression completely serious. in fact, both of them looked far too serious for just a dumb party game.

their faces were getting closer and closer, their lips just an inch away. and then they were pressed together—nicholas cradling ej’s face in his large hands, their lips moving fluidly against each other.

you gulped, feeling your face start to warm. it seemed like they were actually into it, like they’d forgotten where they were and what they were doing, that it was just a game of spin the bottle. they seemed to have forgotten that people were watching them.

they weren’t even kissing anymore, but entirely making out. you swore you even saw a glimpse of one of their tongues for just a second, and it made your breath hitch in your throat.

“jesus, you guys,” yudai spoke up, laughing. “you can quit now.”

nicholas pulled back, lips glistening with your boyfriends saliva. ej stared up at him, a glimmer of something in his eye that you couldn’t make out.

if you weren’t euijoo’s girlfriend, you would’ve thought they were the ones dating. you felt like by just sitting there, you were interrupting something.

the circle fell silent—an awkward silence. nicholas cleared his throat, then shuffled back to his spot in the circle.

“um,” ej spoke, avoiding eye contact with anyone. “i don’t really wanna play anymore.”

you noticed he had his hands awkwardly positioned over his lap, and when he saw you noticed, he pulled his knees into his chest.

“me neither,” nicholas said. “i’ve kissed enough people.”

they met each others eyes from across the circle, then quickly tore their gazes apart.

“let’s go get another drink,” you suggested, trying to intercept and break the tension.

“yes!” ej agreed, hoisting himself up. “that’s a great idea.”

together, you two found your way through other party goers, into the kitchen. ej was quick to pour himself a hefty cup of liquor.

he took a long sip, then placed his cup on the counter and turned to you.

“i’m so sorry,” he said. “i don’t know what happened. i mean—i didn’t think he was gonna kiss me like that, and then it just kept going and we’ve both had too much to drink, and—”

suddenly, ej stopped talking, his gaze falling just past you, and he gulped.

you frowned, turning around to see what it was that had captured his attention. of course, it was nicholas, leaning in the doorway.

“that was hot,” he said, walking over to you two.

“shut up,” ej scolded.

nicholas chuckled, taking a sip from his red cup.

“well, y/n thought it was hot, too,” he said, motioning over to you. your eyes widened. “i saw the way you were watching us.”

ej’s eyebrows furrowed even further together, glancing over at you. both of them, with equally intimidating stares, were facing you, waiting for you to admit it or defend yourself.

what were you supposed to say? would ej get mad if you admitted that you did think it was kind of hot watching him make out with his best friend? would he think you were weird?

“i-i—”

you were sputtering out nonsense, still fighting a battle as to whether you wanted to defend yourself or admit the truth.

luckily, nicholas was there to do it for you.

“look at her,” he said with a laugh. “it’s obvious she liked what she saw. we’ll do it again for you, if you want.”

“no, we won’t,” euijoo interjected with a scoff.

and then, just for a split second, he saw it. on your face, a flash of disappointment. it was unconscious even to you, but it seemed like deep down, you were a bit disappointed that he wasn’t interested in recreating the show you’d seen just a few minutes earlier.

“wait a minute,” he said. “you actually liked it?”

“i-i mean, i don’t know,” you answered, struggling to meet either of their eyes.

“tell me, baby,” ej pried. “just tell me the truth. i won’t be upset.”

your face was pulsating, your cheeks red. it took you a minute to muster up the strength to give him the true answer.

“yeah,” you finally admitted. “i liked it.”

you glanced up at them for just a moment to see them exchanging some kind of look. you didn’t know what it meant. all you knew was that nicholas was smirking at euijoo, a mischievous little grin.

“you know,” nicholas said, setting his cup down, “i think we should get out of here.”

-

the three of you left the party together and ended up back at yours and ej’s apartment.

it was awkward, admittedly, sitting on the couch in between the two men. none of you quite knew what to say, and the silence was deafening.

of course, it was nicholas who eventually broke the silence.

“so, should we get it started?” he asked.

“get what started?” euijoo asked, already annoyed.

“you know,” nicholas replied. “your girl wants a show. let’s give her one. and now that we’re all alone, she can join in on the fun.”

euijoo glanced down at you, scanning your face, looking for the assurance that you wanted to keep going.

“you really wanna do this?” he asked you.

“if you do, i do,” you affirmed.

he took a deep breath, glancing from you over to nicholas.

then, finally, “fine. let’s go to the bedroom.”

although it wasn’t his apartment, nicholas led the way down the hall to the bedroom, practically skipping with excitement.

you and euijoo followed, and within a few seconds, the three of you were on the bed.

you were laying back against the pillows, while euijoo and nicholas sat beside each other down at the end of the bed where your feet were.

“did you like kissing me earlier?” nicholas asked, eyes trailing ej up and down.

“it was…” euijoo trailed off, searching for the right word. “fine.”

nicholas scoffed, offended.

“it was better than fine and you know it,” he replied.

you sat up on your elbows, hardly sparing a blink as you watched their faces get closer and closer to each other.

“i wasn’t thinking straight,” ej said. “it’s hard to remember.”

nicholas hummed.

“then let me remind you.”

he grabbed euijoo’s face in one of his large hands, rings probably cold on euijoo’s skin, and then joined their lips together.

you watched in awe at the way their lips seems to just melt into each other’s, how it seemed so natural the way they kissed, like they’d been doing it for years.

after a moment, ej brought his hand up and wrapped it around the back of nicholas’s neck, pulling him in even closer. at that, nicholas moaned into ej’s mouth.

you caught a sliver of one of their tongues entering the other one’s mouth, unable to figure out who’s was who’s. but then it became a battle of both their tongues, rubbing and intertwining with each other.

you squeezed your legs together, already feeing yourself getting worked up just from the sight of them kissing. all you wanted to do was to somehow get between them, to be in on their messy makeout.

euijoo pulled back a bit, glancing over at you to check on you and gauge how you were taking it so far. your eyes were blown out wide, lips glossy from how many times you’d licked them in the past few minutes.

“still doing okay?” he asked you, his torso pressed against nicholas’s.

“are you kidding?” nicholas said with a laugh. “look at her. she’s better than okay.”

ej noticed it but didn’t want to say anything so he didn’t embarrass you. it was obvious that them making out had made your horny, though. your thighs pressed together and your bright red cheeks were evidence enough.

he smiled a little.

“you can touch yourself if you want,” he offered.

that was all he said before he faced nicholas again and pressed their lips back together. you released a drawn out sigh, watching your boyfriend and his best friend devour each other.

you wanted to touch yourself, you really did, but it was nerve wracking to think about doing so in front of nicholas. he’d never see you in that kind of way, and you weren’t sure what he’d think.

regardless, he was occupied in something—someone—else, so you took the opportunity to slowly slide your hand down your body and into your pants.

straight past your panties, your fingertips brushed over your clit. you gasped, feeling how wet you already were, staring to rub the puffy bud in little circles.

nicholas’s hands trailed down euijoo’s body, desperately rubbing up and down his sides, pushing the fabric of his t-shirt up until it was bunched up around his shoulders. they pulled apart for a moment so ej could lose the shirt entirely.

nicholas’s eyes drank in the sight of ej’s bare torso, his hands gripping and rubbing your boyfriend’s supple skin.

“fuck, look at your little fucking waist,” nicholas practically growled against ej’s mouth. “you’re so sexy, juju.”

ej smiled and leaned back in, pressing his now bare torso against nicho’s as their lips intertwined once again. nicholas held ej’s waist as he slid his tongue back into his mouth, rubbing it against ej’s.

you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips, your fingers gliding further down your soaked pussy. you dragged them down your folds and back up, spreading your arousal and staring at the two men unashamed, biting your lower lip.

ej pulled back from the kiss to look over at you again.

“why don’t you take some clothes off, baby?” he suggested in that sickeningly sweet voice of his.

you immediately obliged, sliding your hand out of your pants to take your shirt and bra off, all while maintaining deep eye contact with him. you almost didn’t notice nicholas stripping as well, revealing his toned abdomen.

you unbuttoned your pants and got rid of them, left in nothing but your drenched underwear. both of the men eyed you hungrily, but ej was the first to make a move. he detached himself from nicholas and made his way up the bed over to you, finally kissing you instead.

you tangled your fingers in caramel-colored hair, moaning into his mouth. he kissed you slowly, sweetly, carefully, and you wondered if it was the same way he kissed nicholas.

meanwhile, nicholas rid himself of his pants, left in nothing but his boxers. he stared as you and ej kissed, watched the way your legs quivered and spread. there was a patch of wetness on your thin panties, and it had nicholas’s cock twitching.

“do you want him to touch you?” ej asked, briefly pulling back from your lips.

you glanced over at nicholas, feeling a wave of insecurity and intimidation wash over you at the way he was staring with that hard look on his face.

“i-i—”

“he won’t bite,” ej assured you, glancing behind his shoulder at nicholas. “even if it looks like he will.”

nicholas fixed his expression, trying his best to look less threatening for your sake.

“you’re soaked,” he commented, inching his way over to you and euijoo. “let me take these off you, yeah?”

silently, you nodded, gasping when his cold, ringed fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties and slid them down your legs. you tried not to think too hard about it—the fact that you were now completely naked in front of your boyfriend’s best friend, your bare cunt on full display for him.

sensing your horror, ej leaned back in and kissed you, distracting you from your embarrassment.

you gasped into his mouth when you felt nicholas’s fingers swipe up the length of your pussy, gathering your excess of arousal. he spread the wetness around, and his fingers prodded at your entrance. just when you thought he was going to slide them in, he dragged them back up and pressed down on your clit instead.

you whimpered into ej’s mouth, humping your hips up into the air desperately. it made nicholas chuckle, and only aggravated you.

“she’s so sensitive,” he mumbled, slowly circling your clit with his middle and ring fingers. “you’re just as fun to play with as ej.”

ej hummed before he pulled apart from your lips, glancing down at where nicholas’s hand was rubbing you.

“don’t tease her,” he scolded. “she’s been good, you can fuck her with your fingers.”

you gulped, surprised to see your boyfriend take such authority when he was normally more submissive leaning. even nicholas looked surprised for a moment to be told what to do, but nonetheless, he obliged.

slowly and gently, he slid his fingers inside your pussy, getting you nice and stretched out. you cried out, gripping the bedsheet as your walls clamped around his slender fingers.

“fuck,” nicholas mumbled. “she’s so warm ‘n wet.”

ej began peppering kisses down your jawline and to your neck, and you felt like you were in heaven. the soft suction of his lips on your neck and nicholas’s lengthy fingers pumping in and out of you was euphoric. you didn’t think it could get better until you felt another hand on your pussy—euijoo’s.

while nicholas was finger fucking you, ej began to slowly rub your clit in circles, and your eyes rolled back into your head.

“oh my god,” you moaned, not even knowing what to do with yourself because it felt so good.

“is that good, baby?” ej asked you.

“yes, euijoo,” you choked out, clenching around nicho’s fingers. “it’s so fucking good.”

he smiled against your neck, continuing to kiss his way down until he made it to your chest. he wrapped his lips around one of your erect nipples and began suckling softly on the bud, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure and relaxation.

you couldn’t believe this was happening—you had two of the sexiest men you’d ever seen in your life pleasing you at the same exact time. ej rubbing your clit and sucking your nipples, and nicholas fingering you so deep that you were practically wetting the bed with your arousal.

suddenly, taking advantage of the fact that your lips were free now, nicholas brought his face to yours and kissed you—for real this time. his lips on yours and the way he kissed you was nothing like the way ej kissed you. nicholas was rougher, more intense. his tongue found its way into your mouth quickly, and you had to match his pace, so you rubbed your own tongue against his, exchanging saliva.

you moaned into his mouth, your fingers tugging on ej’s hair as he tugged your nipple between his teeth. you were practically riding both their hands, inching yourself closer and closer to your high. you needed it desperately, and you couldn’t hide it from them.

“you gonna cum, baby?” ej asked, gliding his tongue around your nipple.

all you could do was nod into nicholas’s mouth, unable to speak even if you weren’t kissing him. he plunged his fingers as deep as they could go inside of you, and your legs clamped around both their hands.

“fuck!” you yelped, breaking apart from the kiss. “shit, nghhh—i’m cumming!”

you threw your head back, releasing a strained moan as your climax washed over you. you tugged your boyfriends hair, tightening around their fingers as the knot in your stomach undid itself.

“fuck, that’s it,” nicholas cooed, watching the way your legs twitched as you started to come down. “so fucking pretty when you cum.”

he pulled his fingers out of you, and ej detached from your nipple. they were both sat on either side of you, looking down at you. ej carefully caressed your tummy, lulling you back down from the intensity of your orgasm.

“you’re so hard,” nicholas suddenly said, motioning to ej’s cock, straining obviously in his pants.

suddenly, nicholas was reaching over you to plant his palm against ej’s covered length, feeling it pulsate under his hand.

“fuck,” ej hissed, instinctively jutting his hips forward, pressing his cock further into nicho’s grasp.

nicholas smirked at his best friend’s reaction, squeezing ej’s length over the fabric of his sweatpants. he dragged his hand back and forth, but when he decided that wasn’t enough, he tugged on the waistband and tugged them down enough for ej’s length to spring free.

at the sight of your boyfriend’s dick drooling with pre cum, you eagerly sat up on your knees and positioned yourself in front of him. ej looked down at you tenderly, bringing his hand to the back of your head to guide your mouth onto his length.

you took him well like you always did, kitten licking up the precum from his tip before taking the rest of his length into your mouth.

ej sighed in pleasure, dropping his head back. you glanced up, only to find nicholas leaning forward and planting a firm kiss to ej’s neck.

“fuck,” ej groaned, bringing his other hand to the back of nicho’s neck.

it was hard to keep your eyes open with the tip of his long cock gagging you when it hit the back of your throat every few seconds, but you refused to miss what was occurring in front of you. nicholas sucking hickeys into ej’s neck was a beautiful sight, and you could feel yourself getting worked up all over again.

and it only got better when you watched ej’s hand carefully drag down the front of nicho’s torso, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. they made eye contact, seemingly exchanging information telepathically, and then ej was slipping his hand into the other’s boxers.

“oh shit,” nicholas moaned as ej began stroking him slowly. “fuck—that’s good.”

you watched the bump of ej’s hand moving in nicholas’s boxers, so entranced by the sight that you found yourself slacking on the blowjob you were giving.

“mmm, keep going, baby,” ej urged, drawing you back in with that coaxing voice of his.

you turned your attention back to him, pushing him as deep into your throat as you could go. you clenched your eyes shut in discomfort, hollowing out your cheeks.

you deep-throated him for a few minutes before he let you up for a much needed breather. when your eyes reopened, you found that nicholas’s boxers were to his knees and ej’s hand was pumping his thick cock in a rapid motion.

again, you sat back and watched in awe. the chemistry they had, the way they both seemed to know what the other one liked, left you dumbfounded. you truly began to question if this wasn’t the first time they’d done something like this with each other.

“f-fuck, euijoo,” nicholas grunted, grabbing ej’s wrist. “slow down, i’m close.”

“finish him off,” ej suddenly said to you, and your eyes widened.

“what about you?” you asked, glancing over at his long cock, standing straight up against his abs from how hard he was.

“don’t worry about me right now,” he retorted. “wanna see you take nicho, okay? wanna see you swallow everything he gives you. can you do that, pretty girl?”

you gulped with nerves, but nodded nonetheless. it was always hard to say no to ej, not that you wanted to.

you sat yourself on your knees in front of nicholas, face to face with his cock. a long vein ran all the way up from the bottom to the top, and so you traced it with your tongue before wrapping your lips around his bulbous tip.

“holy shit,” nicholas moaned, his hand finding the back of your head—not to push you, but to keep it firmly rested there. “that’s it, that’s a good girl.”

his words practically made you purr, your pussy nearly dripping onto the bed. you were so horny despite having cum all ready, but you needed more.

luckily, your boyfriend sensed that. before you knew it, ej was spreading your legs and positioning himself between them. and then, from the back, he licked a firm, electrifying stripe up from your hole to your clit, a lick so pleasurable that you whimpered around nicholas’s cock, jolting in delight.

“oh, yeah,” nicholas muttered. “fuck—is that good? you like getting your pussy eaten while you’re sucking me off?”

you eagerly nodded your head, your mouth stuffed too full to speak. although, you figured that even if your mouth wasn’t full, you still wouldn’t have been able to say anything. you were so fucked out, already dumb and you hadn’t even gotten fucked yet.

ej drank your arousal and licked your pussy up and down, circling the tip of his tongue against your puffy clit. you didn’t know what to do with your hands, so you opted for planting them on nicholas’s sharp hips, which gave you the leverage to suck him even deeper into your mouth.

your moans vibrated around his length, and he fucked his hips forward, making you gag when he hit the back of your throat.

“‘m fucking close,” he warned, tugging on your strands of hair.

you blinked up at him, your cunt tightening around euijoo’s tongue in excitement. just the thought of nicholas cumming was enough to make you feel like you could cum soon too.

he fucked his cock in and out of your throat a couple of more times before tensing, and then you felt the first string of hot, salty cum, hitting your tongue. you swallowed it and continued to do so with the ropes of it that followed, giving both him and ej what they wanted.

and nicholas looked so good when he came—his face scrunched up, releasing an array of beautiful sounds, abs tight and glistening with sweat—that suddenly, you felt like you were going to release all over euijoo’s face.

“e-ej!” you cried out, pushing your hips back into his face. “oh god, right there!”

his tongue rapidly flicked up and down, and suddenly, you, too, were cumming. you released all over his face, drenching him with your wetness, and he slurped it all up, licking your cunt clean.

you collapsed flat on your back against the bed when you were done cumming, looking up at the two men tiredly.

“wake up,” euijoo said, spreading your legs and making room for himself between them. “i haven’t cum yet, baby.”

your body was pliant from you sleepy you were, making it easy for nicholas to pick you up and place you on his lap, your back pressed to his sweaty chest. you put your feet on the tops of his thighs, spreading your legs and revealing your glistening pussy to ej.

you leaned back against nicho’s chest, steadying your breathing as ej lined himself up and nudged in until just his tip was inside you. with how wet you were, it wasn’t going to be hard for him to get you adjusted to his size.

as he slid inch by inch, nicholas wrapped one hand around your waist and brought it down to rub your clit. he used the other one to slide up your stomach and land on your breast, tweaking your hard nipple.

you felt like you were on another dimension, sandwiched between these two men, both of them stimulating every part of you. you felt so good, you couldn’t even do or say anything except lay there and take what they were giving you.

ej bottomed out and was quick to start thrusting, fucking you at a consistent pace from the start.

“is it good, baby?” nicholas asked in your ear, kissing just below it. “use your words.”

“it’s so f-fucking good,” you cried out, your body rocking back into his chest every time ej thrusted into you.

“you’re so pretty,” ej whispered, leaning forward to peck you on the lips. “such a sweet thing letting us play with you like this.”

you turned your head to the side and met nicholas’s lips, letting him snake his tongue into your mouth. you rubbed your tongues together, moaning pathetically and tiredly as ej fucked you hard and deep, his tip quickly finding your g-spot.

“mmmmph, oh my god,” you mumbled against nicholas’s mouth. “it feels so good.”

“i know,” nicholas cooed, pinching your nipples between his fingers. “i know.”

ej stared down at you in awe, perched on his best friend’s lap, making out with him. it was such an outrageously hot sight that he wanted to take a picture, and that way he’d never forget it.

but he was too close. he couldn’t think about stopping now, not when his orgasm was rapidly approaching. you could tell, too, based on his hips were moving fluidly, his thrusting losing its rhythm.

“cum again for me,” he commanded.

you looked up at him with big, watery eyes.

“can’t,” you whimpered out.

“hey, yes you can,” nicholas cooed, pressing his fingers firmly onto your clit. “you can do it. be good and cum for us, okay?”

you tossed your head back against his shoulder, and ej couldn’t resist. with your neck exposed like that, he felt like a magnet the way his hand immediately reached out to wrap around it. he squeezed just slightly, applying only a touch of pressure, but he knew it was just what you needed to get you to the brink of orgasm.

you clenched around him, legs shaking and threatening to close, but he kept them open. he thrusted, once, twice, three more times and then abruptly stopped, buried to the hilt inside of you.

you came with a silent, choked moan, your entire body twitching in nicholas’s lap. ej stuffed you full with his warm, sticky load, panting like he’d just run a marathon.

he slowly thrusted, riding and milking out both your orgasms, fucking his cum deep inside of you, where it belonged.

you were a mess. all three of you were, but you especially because—and you hadn’t realized it—but nicholas had cum against just from his cock rubbing against your back a few times. you were covered in cum from the inside out.

ej pulled out and helped you off nicholas’s lap. the three of your lay beside each other, practically melting into the sheets.

for a good ten minutes, there was silence. you were dozing off and only awakened when you felt a wetness on your skin.

you opened your eyes and realized the wetness was from ej wiping you off with a damp towel.

“you okay?” he asked, leaning down to kiss you softly on the forehead.

“mmm, yeah,” you answered tiredly.

nicholas was off the bed now, cleaning himself off and redressing. you realized, even in your tired state, that you didn’t want him to go. you didn’t like how neither them were laying beside you anymore.

“wait,” you called out weakly, getting nicholas’s attention. “can you guys just…get back in bed? can we just go to sleep together?”

ej and nicholas exchanged a glance.

“both of us?” nicholas asked.

“yeah,” you said. “if that’s okay.”

nicholas, who’d just put his shirt back on, immediately took it back off and crawled back into bed with you.

“more than okay,” he assured, kissing your cheek.

ej chuckled and climbed back into bed on the other side of you, pulling you into his chest.

“i could get used to this,” you mumbled, closing your eyes.

and you could. you felt safe with both men there on either side of you. you thought that you didn’t want this to be just a one time thing.

“yeah,” ej agreed. “me too.”

the three of you fell asleep then, an end to a night that none of you expected.

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Let Us Help

pairing: bff!euijoo x reader x nicholas

genre: smut. what else at this point?

CW: threesome, some mxm, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, foreplay, oral (m&f! receiving), soft!dom euijoo & nicho, unprotected pinv (no no🫵🏻), teasing, pet names (baby, jagi, princess), cum swallowing, multiple positions, dirty talk

word count: 4,638

synopsis: after another unsuccessful date, you go to your bff euijoo’s for comfort. nicho is there, & they offer to help you when they realize your date left the job “unfinished”

note: one of my biases & my bff’s bias. this for us & all the nichojoo stans out there 🤭 thanks 4 everyone who voted for this one on my poll too 🫶🏼

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“UGHH!!!” You practically yelled in frustration as you walked into the dorm and slammed the door behind you.

“I take it the date didn’t go very well…” Your best friend, Euijoo speaks up as you stomp over to plop yourself down on the couch beside him. Nicholas is sitting at the other end of the couch, and you hope he’s prepared for the earful he’s about to hear.

“Really? What gave it away?” You reply sarcastically, earning a snicker from Nicholas, now turning to sit criss cross facing you and EJ, ready to listen.

“Hey! Don’t take it out on me!” Euijoo says with a pout as you lie backwards into his lap. “What happened this time?” He continued, sounding genuinely concerned. He was such a good best friend. He listened, took care of you, laughed with you, and loved you fully.

“Okay, first off, he took a phone call from his mother in the middle of dinner. For like 15 minutes. What the hell is that?!” You complain, the boys both failing to hold back laughter, resulting in a sharp glare at them both. “It’s not funny!! This is my life!” You try to sound serious but end up chuckling too at the ridiculousness of it.

“Okay, okay! What else happened, jagi?” Nicholas voiced, the boys both extremely interested in what could have possibly went wrong after that.

“All he could talk about was his stupid job, his amazing car, his extravagant house. Like he was wasting his time because he was so special.” You rambled on, chuckling because saying all this out loud sounds so absurd. You couldn’t believe you didn’t just get up and leave halfway through. “Then…as terrible as his personality was, he was hot so we may have went back to his apartment.” You continue quietly, waiting to hear the judgement from your friends.

“Y/n!!! After all that you still slept with him?” Euijoo’s eyes widened in shock, glancing back and forth between your embarrassed face and Nicho’s smug one.

“Hey! No judging. I’ve got needs too, ya know!” You say, lightly nudging his arm in protest. “ANYWAY, that’s where it gets worse. He was unbelievably average, if that. He seemed like he’d never actually pleased a woman in his life.”

“Oof, poor guy.” Nicholas says halfway joking, halfway feeling sorry for the guy.

“Um, NO, poor me!” You retort, shooting up from where you were lying on Euijoo’s lap. “I’ve never had to fake it that bad in my life. I was so ready to just get out of there and fix it myself.” Your resume, realizing you’ve probably said a little too much, perhaps making it a little personal. You’ve talked about sex briefly around Euijoo before, but you weren’t as close to Nicho, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. The air in the room became tense at your last statement, afraid you’d gone too far, you tried to apologize. “Sorry that was probably TMI.” Your face turns red, the looks on the boys faces change entirely.

“So….he didn’t make you cum?” Euijoo speaks first, ever so quietly, as if he’s nervous for the words to exit his mouth. You’re taken aback by his question, not sure what his plan is by asking it.

“Uh, no. Far from it, juju.” You muster the confidence to respond, trying to keep face and not act like awkward teenager talking about sex with your best friend. You could hear Nicholas take in a sharp breath at your admission. They share a look, a look you’re unable to read, their eyes dark and serious. “What’s going on?” You ask confused as you look back and forth between them on opposite ends of the couch.

“We could help with that, you know?” Nicho breaks the silence first, confident, but unsure of what you’re going to say. You look at him as he speaks, your mouth drying and practically falling open at his offer. You then bring your eyes to Euijoo, who raises an eyebrow as if challenging you, seconding what his slightly older friend said.

“You’re joking. Haha very funny guys.” You say extremely flustered. You were close enough to Euijoo that he could definitely tell that your breathing had changed at the thought, still on edge from your failed hook up earlier.

“Who said I was joking?” Nicho admits, sliding closer to you on the couch, causing chills to run down your spine.

“I love you guys, but there’s no way in hell. You’re my friends, it’d just make things complicated.” You stand abruptly as you speak this time, keeping your eyes on both of them in front of you.

“It doesn’t have to be anything more than friends….helping out another friend.” Euijoo says sweetly, taking your hand in his caressing the soft skin. You tense with his touch on you, along with both of their eyes on you.

“C’mon jagi, you’ve gotta be frustrated. Let us help.” Nicho pleads, his hand gliding along your thigh in front of him. The light touch driving you crazy inside.

“Both of you? That’s a little scary.” You admit, still skeptical about the whole idea, but he was right. You obviously hadn’t gotten the chance to get yourself off to satisfy the ache since your date. You had drove directly to Euijoo’s afterwards, desperate to rant.

“We’d only do what you’re comfortable with. We just wanna make you feel good, baby.” Euijoo had never called you that before, and although you’d been friends for years, the pet name lit a fire inside of you and sent heat straight to your core. The boys looked just as needy as they awaited your answer and you catch a few seductive glances between the two of them as well.

“…okay.” You mumble, nervous and still unsure. Euijoo stands up, directly in front of you, so close you could feel his body almost flush against yours.

“I need you to be sure, y/n. We don’t have to. We can turn on a movie and chill the rest of the night, no worries.” EJ validates your feelings of indecisiveness, which you appreciate. You can’t help but to overthink everything, and for once in your life, you’d love to just say fuck it and have fun.

“100%. However, if you let us, I’d love to tear that little dress off like I’ve been wanting to since the second you walked in.” Nicholas discloses, standing up as well, right next to Euijoo. His confession shocks you, but powers your need even more, causing you to finally make up your mind.

“Okay. I want this. I need it” You murmur, them both so close to you, to each other, you can feel the heat radiating off all your bodies. Their hands wrapping around your sides stroking up and down your back and gripping your hips, pulling you closer into them. They’re both in front of you, Euijoo on your left, Nicho on your right. They’re just as close to each other as they are you. Nicholas knows you’re emotionally closer to EJ, which is causing you some nerves, so he decides to pull you in first. His soft lips land on yours with great force, but he keeps an underlying tenderness as well, knowing that it’s new and frightening. His hand slips around the back of your neck and you lean into him, deepening the kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip before entering your mouth. Euijoo waits patiently for his turn, his hands all over you, caressing your back, arms, and thighs, your dress hardly covering your ass.

“Shit. Your mouth is heaven.” Nicho states as he pulls away, both of your breathing heavy and erratic. The silence almost stretches too long, the anticipation for finally kissing your best friend has you overwhelmed. However, Euijoo puts his hand around your neck, replacing Nicho’s as he pulls you in. His beautiful, pink lips hovering over yours for just a moment, building tension and suspense before finally crashing into you. He kisses you like he has something to prove, like he wants to prove he is worthy of taking care of you, making you feel good. You moan slightly into him, and he uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, the kiss hot and wet. Nicho’s hands find your breasts, the new sensation filling your body with need. When Euijo pulls away, you look up at them, wrapping your hands around the back of their necks, pulling both of them in, at the same time. You place a quick kiss on Nicho’s lips, then turn to kiss Euijoo, finally then pulling them both in to kiss you at the same time. All three of your lips were dancing together and wetness pooled between your legs, knowing that not only were you kissing them, they were basically kissing each other as well. You whimper as you pulled back, eyes dark with desire. The boys understand what is turning you on, and they decide to give into your every want, since tonight is all about you. Nicho’s hand abruptly grabs Euijoo’s head and he closes the gap between them, just them. Seeing their lips connect, moving rhythmically in front of you sends chills all over your body, not expecting the sight of the two boys kissing to be so arousing. The kiss is hot and heavy, like they were letting out pent up need between the two of them as well.

“Come with me, jagi.” Euijoo says, gesturing towards his room. Each of them grab a hand and lead you into the dark room, placing you carefully on EJ’s bed as Nicho finds a small lamp, turning it on to let just enough light into the room to see each other. You sit on the edge of the bed, watching and waiting with uneven breaths as they sit on either side of you. Euijoo places his hand on your jaw first, pulling you in once again for a kiss, sparks flying, sending shock waves to your clit. As EJ kisses you, Nicho brings his lips to your neck on the other side of you. He begins sucking and biting at your sensitive skin. You moan loudly into Euijoo’s mouth, causing him to groan. After a few moments, the boys switch, you turning and lips crashing into Nicho’s, while Euijoo attacks your neck. While he kisses you, Nicholas’ hand that’s not on your face trails down to your thigh, caressing small circles just close enough to tease, the anticipation killing you. EJ brings his hands to your breasts while he continues suckling at your neck, leaving marks you hope you can hide tomorrow. You’re a moaning, whimpering mess under their touch.

“So sensitive, princess. You sound like an angel when you moan.” Nicho says as he pulls away from your abused lips, his looking just as pink and swollen from the attention.

“Does it hurt, baby? All that energy pent up from earlier? Asshole couldn’t even make you feel good, could he?” Euijoo says with a playful pout, your overwhelming need becoming captivating to him. You shake your head, both boys trailing kisses down your neck to your breasts that are peeking out of your dress. Nicho continues to rub up and down your thighs, your head falling back as they worship every inch of you.

“Take this off. Now.” Nicho asserts, voice stern as they both raise up and stand in front of you. You hesitate for a moment before reaching behind you and slowly unzipping your dress, eyes locked on them while you do so. Once the zipper is down you rise to your feet right in front of them, letting it fall to the floor, leaving you in your black matching bra and panties. Nicho growls at the sight and they both survey every inch of your body with their eyes.

“Good girl. Now lie back.” Euijoo asserts, his praise unlocking a new sensation inside of you as you do what he says. The boys exchange a look and you lean up on your elbows as Nicho starts towards you. “Nah, no way. I’ve waited years for this, I’m tasting her first.” Euijoo continues. Nicho scoffs at him and frowns, but he understands. EJ hooks his arms underneath your legs and pulls you to the edge of the bed, your legs spreading naturally for him. Nicholas takes off his shirt and sits on the bed next to you. You can hardly think straight as Euijoo’s hands brace themselves on your thighs, holding your legs apart. The suspense of their next moves is killing you, as well as your overwhelming need to cum.

“P-please, Joo, touch me.” You cry out desperate for relief. You hear him snicker as he finally drags his hand down your clothed cunt, a moan falling from your mouth instantly. Nicho’s hands are back on your breasts, and before you know it, he’s pulling your bra down to expose you to him. Euijoo uses three fingers to slowly circle your clit, not applying too much pressure yet, just enough to drive you wild. You grip at Nicho next to you and he uses one hand to grab both of your wrists, pinning your arms above your head.

“You’re drenched, baby.” Euijoo says smugly, knowing that they’re the reason for your despair now, but that they were going to take care of it, unlike your date. You whimper and turn your head to the side out of shame, but Nicho takes a hold of your face by your cheeks with his hand that’s not holding your wrists.

“So fucking sexy, princess. Bet he didn’t even appreciate you the way he should’ve.” He says, the shame evaporating as he reassures you. Euijoo pulls your underwear down with one quick motion, the cold air hitting your warm, aching pussy. He positions himself back between your legs at the edge of the bed, on the floor on his knees for you. He trails kisses up your inner thighs before flattening his tongue and licking one solid strip up your entire cunt. You cry out, back arching, hands threatening to come out from under Nicho’s tight grip, but he’s quick enough to make sure that doesn’t happen. Euijoo’s mouth is all over your cunt, tongue exploring every crevice, then his tongue circles your clit before he closes his mouth around it.

“Fuck! JuJu, Please…I can’t-“ You whimper out, hands still held above your head by Nicho, Euijoo not affected in the slightest from your cries. Your date didn’t make you feel a quarter as good as they’re making you feel right now. You’re not entirely sure what you’re begging for, you just know you need more. You look up at Nicho next to you, the look on his face is absolutely sinful. His free hand is toying with your nipples, going back and forth as he looks down on you lost in desire as his friend eats you like it’s his last meal.

“Yes you can, princess. We’re just getting started. We’re going to adore every. single. inch of you.” Nicho says, leaning down, kissing you in different spots as he puts emphasis on the last few words. He kisses your nipple, your neck, then plants a kiss on your lips, and you whimper into him, Euijoo still tearing into you below. You feel the familiar knot in your stomach as you are driven closer and closer to climax. The boys can tell by the increased speed of your breathing and moans.

“Cum on my tongue, jagi.” Euijoo backs off slightly just long enough for his thoughts to escape, and you can feel his hot breath on you. He circles your clit with his fingers, his tongue thrusting into your aching cunt underneath. Nicho’s mouth connects with your right breast, abusing the sensitive skin and your eyes roll back as your orgasm crashes into you forcefully. You can’t control your movements anymore, and as much as they’re trying to hold you down at the thighs and wrists, you’re squirming underneath them, overwhelmed with pleasure. Euijoo’s fingers slow, but his tongue continues, lapping up every bit of your wetness before he pulls away. As he stands, he pulls off his shirt and sweats, leaving him in just his black boxers. Nicho hops up off the bed as well, and the boys walk towards each other.

“Let me taste her on you, Ju.” Nicholas says with a smirk as he grabs Euijoo’s face and connects their lips once again. This time their kiss is even more intense, their tongues fighting for dominance in each other’s mouths, Nicho desperate to taste you on EJ’s tongue as his hand wraps around Nicho’s waist. You look at them in amazement and whimper, still so turned on that you don’t know if it’ll ever go away. After what feels like ever, Nicho pulls away. “Christ.” Is all he mutters before placing himself between your legs, directly where Euijoo was before. Euijoo now climbing on the bed lifting your upper body and sliding underneath your back. Your back against his chest, the warmth so cozy that you wanted to stay there forever. As Euijoo settles behind you, Nicho plants a solid kiss directly onto your clit, your hips writhing underneath his hands that were gripping your thighs so hard you were certain there’d be fingerprints left. He licks up your still soaking cunt once, but instead of continuing with his mouth, you feel his right hand move from your thigh to pussy. You feel two fingers caress you up and down, gathering your wetness before pausing in front of your opening. Your cunt was practically begging to be filled at the point, you didn’t care by what. You bucked your hips down, trying to chase his fingers where they stopped, wanting them inside of you immediately.

“Patience, baby.” Euijoo whispers right into your ear, his head right next to yours, only behind you. His hot breath gives you cold chills, he notices and snickers at you quietly, and you can feel his erection against your body, fueling you even more. Nicholas circles your entrance with his fingers a few times before sheathing them inside of you painfully slow. You let your head fall back against Euijoo’s chest, and he kisses your cheek, subsequently bringing his hands to your breasts, kneading them roughly. Nicho’s fingers begin thrusting in and out of you, your whimpers automatic from the friction. You’re still sensitive from your first orgasm, so you know it won’t take long the second time, especially the way his fingers are working you. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, Nicho drives his fingers into you and keeps them there, curling them upwards, finding your sweet spot unbelievably quickly.

“O-oh my god, shit.” You groan, wiggling atop of Euijoo, grinding yourself into Nicho’s fingers. He strokes his fingers against your gspot at a relentless and rough pace. You can’t even fathom a thought in your brain, you’re on cloud nine, especially with Euijoo stimulating your nipples and kissing your neck, taking moments to whisper sweet praises in your ear at the same time.

“You’re taking his fingers so well, baby.” Euijoo cooed in your ear, you turn your head to see him partially, whimpering into his neck, conveying your despair,

“C’mon sweetheart, give me another one.” Nicho demands, moving his fingers even faster inside of you. Your breathing stops for just a moment as your entire body seizes and begins to shake. Nicho braces his left hand against your lower stomach as you cum, trying (and failing) to keep you still. His fingers continue their pace, the overstimulation making your head spin.

“Nicho-fuck-too much.” You whine out and Euijoo slides out from under you after placing a soft kiss on your forehead. He joins Nicho between your legs and you’re terrified of what they may have in mind. You’ve already came twice and your body is exhausted. Nicho scoots over just a little, his fingers sliding out of you to circle your clit a few times before diving back in. Your body twitches at the pleasure and messiness of your cunt. Euijoo gets on his knees beside him and the boys switch, EJ’s fingers slamming into you, curling inside of you just like Nicholas’ had been. Nicho stands up, slightly to the side and hovers his head over your pussy. You can’t imagine that they’re going to keep going. Your body can’t handle much more. But before you know it, Nico’s mouth is directly on your clit. You thrash underneath him as you yelp out, and now all four of their hands are holding you down. You lean up on your elbows, unable to control your moans, your breathing, your body, or your mind.

“I-I can’t take anymore. FUCK” You cry out in despair, the boys absolutely obliterating your every nerve. Euijoo’s fingers continue to curl up into you relentlessly as Nicho’s tongue and teeth play with your aching clit.

“Relax. Lie back, don’t fight it. Let go for us. We told you we were going to make you feel good. We’re not liars, baby.” Nicholas insures, diving right back into you after he speaks. You take his advice and lie back, trying to relax your body as they overstimulate you to your next orgasm. It hits you even quicker this time, and their hold on you gives you no room to escape from their touch.

“Thaaat’s it. That’s our good girl.” Euijoo groans out, Nicho practically moaning into your cunt at your sounds. Once your body finally stops shaking and your breathing is returning to normal, they both stand back, admiring their masterpiece. Euijoo is only in his boxers, his cock hard enough that you can see the outline of it clearly and a wet spot right where is tip is. Nicho still has his sweats on, but they’re not doing much to conceal his erection either.

“What do you want, baby? Do you want to stop here?” Euijoo says sweetly, them both circling you and sitting beside you on both sides of the bed.

“No! I-I need you. I need someone. Inside, please.” You sound unbelievably desperate, and you can’t believe you’re saying it, given the pure exhaustion you feel, but you can’t just stop here. You need to see them, touch them, feel them.

“If you change your mind, say it, or tap one of us twice if you have too much dick down your throat.” Nicho says with a laugh, you playfully shove at his chest and you all three smile, although he doesn’t move at all from your hit. A small moment of calm and sweetness before the chaos begins again.

“Who do you want where, princess?” Euijoo says, angling your head up to look him, kissing your nose.

“I don’t care, just please quit wasting time and someone fuck me.” A sudden wave of need and confidence coming out of you as you say it.

Nicho stands up and grabs underneath your hips and flips you incredibly easily. You yelp out as you weren’t prepared for that, and both boys strip quickly, their cocks both standing at full attention, red and angry.

“You fuck her Nicho. I’m gonna use this mouth until that attitude is gone.” Euijoo says cockily, your heart racing at his sudden dominance. You feel the mattress dip as both of them climb onto the bed, getting into position. Nicho hooks his hands under your hips and pulls you up, your ass in the air. Your hands shoot out to stabilize yourself, and you feel his length tease your entrance. As he prepares himself, Euijoo kneels on the bed in front of you, his beautiful cock at eye level. He strokes himself a few times in front of you before grabbing your hand and guiding it along his shaft, mimicking his motions. His head falls back immediately as you touch him, your fingers interlocked with his. You feel Nicho rub his tip against your entrance, teasing the both of you, until he finally decides he’s had enough. He pushes into you slowly with a deep, guttural growl, causing your cunt to clench around him tighter hearing him vocalize his pleasure. After you’re full of him, he pauses letting you both adjust. You speed up your motions on Euijoo’s dick and he pulls his hand away, letting you take control. As soon as you bring your lips down to the crown of his shaft, Nicho pulls out of you completely before slamming back into you, before pausing. again. You cry out around EJ’s cock, the thrust pushing your head down further than you had intended for now, a moan escaping his throat as well from the feeling of your warm, wet mouth.

“Nicho, don’t stop. Please.” You took your mouth off of Euijoo in front of you just for a moment to plead to his friend behind you, then bring your lips back down around him. His hips accidentally buck up into your mouth, chasing the pleasure. He places his hand atop of your head and whispers a quiet “sorry I can’t help it,” as you suck him harder and faster.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Nicho taunts before dragging out of you and thrusting back into you, but not stopping this time. His pace is nonstop, hard and fast. You moan continuously around Euijoo’s cock and he begins fucking into your mouth, not hard but fast. Tears form in your eyes at the intrusion in your throat and pussy, both boys chasing their climax, using you like their own personal fuck toy, and it turned you on more than you’d like to admit. Euijoo stares down at you, choking on him and wipes the tear as it falls, the look on his face full of pure hunger. Nicho sounds just as close and desperate behind you as you and Euijoo are. He leans closer into you as he fucks you, his and EJ’s faces just inches apart above you. In an instant their lips are rejoining, the kiss is messy, them not being able to control their moans into each other’s mouths. You can’t really see them, but the knowledge of them needing each other in that moment, sharing their moans, sends you over the edge, cumming for the fourth time tonight. You sob around Euijoo’s dick and your body convulses as Nicho keeps stretching you with each thrust. They pull apart from each other as Euijoo speaks.

“F-fuck Jagi, I’m gonna cum, don’t stop.” You continue your methodical work on his cock as you come down from your orgasm and you feel his body tense up as his cum shoots down your throat. He groans deeply as his high hits him hard, you moan around him as he descends and the vibration causes him to whimper from overstimulation. You swallow every drop of him and he pulls out of your mouth, just as he does so, Nicho plunges into you one last time and unloads inside of your cunt with a load moan. He stays there for a moment as he regains consciousness, trying to control his breathing.

“My god…” Nicho breathes out with a heavy sigh and a slight laugh. The second he pulls out of you, you roll over and slump onto the bed, both boys collapsing next to you, silence filling the formerly noisy room.

“Gonna go out with that guy again?” Euijoo laughs out, not being able to control himself. Nicho shoves at his shoulder over you, hinting at him to leave you alone.

“EJ! Leave the poor thing alone. She’s had a rough night.” Nicho defends with a frown, all three of you a giggling mess, curling into each other.

“Surely she’s better now. Aren’t you, jagi?” Euijoo follows, eagerly waiting for your response.

“So much better.”

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bullseye | got it bad, m | jjk, kth

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Kim Taehyung really regrets setting up his best friend with Jeon Jungkook, mostly because instead of dealing with one insufferable asshole, he now has to deal with two. He just wants you to come to his art exhibit and support him, and you show up looking like a pimp with Jungkook looking like your escort, sigh.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; you’re a cocky asshole and so is Jungkook; schemes, please save Taehyung; graphic descriptions of various sex acts, smut (fem reader, making out / dry humping / fingering in a public bathroom, threesome smut, mild restraint, nipple play, m-receiving oral, ass / pussy spanking, double penetration / spit-roast, facial, mild dom/sub themes, so much kissing); non-idol!BTS; fuckboy!Jungkook x bisexual, fuckgirl!reader; ft artist, best friend!Taehyung

yup, it’s Butter purple-haired ponytail JK and orange suit Taehyung

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"You have got to be kidding me!"

"Oh, hey, Tae. How's it going?"

"Hey, hyung."

The voices, one irritated, one pleased, one mischievous, all three looking like the epitome of trouble and the eventual subjects of someone's wet dream.

Kim Taehyung marched over to you, purely indignant, his previous honey-brown hair now dyed to the color of black coffee, the long curls pushed back to reveal his forehead. One stray lock brushed against his dark, sculpted brows that were currently furrowed in annoyance. He stopped in front of you and your boyfriend, hands on his hips. He looked handsome as hell in a tailored orange creamsicle suit and gold earrings, white dress shirt neatly pressed.

"Why are you dressed like a pimp?" Taehyung hissed, jabbing your left breast through your dress. "Why are you dressed like his pimp?!" he added, pointing at Jungkook's smirking face.

You blinked innocently at Taehyung, lifting your oversized black fur coat sleeve to place a delicate hand on your chest, completely unbothered by his harsh reaction to your appearance. Your nails were a gradient from black to white, ever-so-slightly pointed, but not too long to be inconvenient.

Just enough to show you meant business.

Oh, and also you were wearing mock-neck, halter-style minidress that faded from black to white, molded to your every curve. It perfectly matched Jungkook's gradient black-to-white suit. Every step was accented with a sharp click, you in sleek black high-heels and him in glossy black oxfords, dangerous from head-to-toe.

Yes, Jungkook and you were that couple.

"Is that a t-shirt?" Taehyung snapped, switching to prodding Jungkook’s pecs, who grinned in response. You shrugged, the shoulders of your fur coat sliding down so that it now rested on your elbows, exposing your shoulders.

"He thought about not coming with one, but I advised him the other visitors would be too distracted by his sexiness to view your art," you explained, bowing as if you had done a great service.

"And I told her they would be to distracted with her amazing legs, but it's better not to cover them because I like looking," Jungkook chuckled, placing an arm around your waist and pulling you to him possessively.

Taehyung facepalmed.

"I regret paying matchmaker to the two biggest egos I know," he mumbled through his fingers, glaring at the two of you.

"Hey, we kept it low profile. Neutrals."

Taehyung pointed to your boyfriend's hair, pulled back into a sleek ponytail. "Hello? His hair is fucking purple."

You waved his comment away dismissively. "Well, besides that."

"You're a class-A asshole."

"Still makes me high class," you replied with a wink.

"This is really nice, hyung," Jungkook cut in between your bickering. "There’s quite a lot of people here already. I didn't know you were so talented and popular. As expected from my girl's best friend, eh?"

Taehyung winced, rubbing the back of his neck, ears turning red. "Eh... it's not a big deal..." he muttered, but you could tell he was enjoying the praise.

"Of course, it is, Tae," you chuckled, pulling out of Jungkook's grasp to hug him, squeezing him between your fur-covered arms. "You've worked so hard to be able to display your paintings at such a nice venue. I'm proud of you."

Taehyung laughed shyly, hugging you back. "Ahaha... thanks, as usual." He planted a light kiss on the top of your head. "I'm happy you guys came."

You grinned. "Indeed. You needed visitors to match the space," you drawled, sweeping your arms in a grandiose gesture to the glass cases of Taehyung's paintings, crisp white walls, and black marble flooring.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, smiling despite being over your antics. "Not sure I need a high-end escort and his pimp sauntering around..."

"When are your parents arriving? I want to introduce them to Jungkook," you interrupted, tugging on Jungkook's arm and making his cheeks flush pink.

"Like this?! Are you serious, my parents are going to have a heart attack once they realize there's a male version of you!"

"Aw, come on, your dad loves seeing me!"

"That's because you both are always up to no good... fucking always pulling pranks on me... I'm actually glad they're stuck in traffic now..."

-

You slid your thumb into his mouth, smirking as you heard his muffled whine. He was trying to stay quiet, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes, whimpering as you rubbed his tongue with the pad of your finger. One of your legs was hooked around his waist and he was holding it up with one hand. His other between your legs, fingers hooking underneath your panties.

“Fuck, I love looking at you, Jungkook,” you whispered, leaning forward, shuddering at the feeling of his saliva pooling around your thumb, your own tongue snaking out and tracing the air right between his open lips.

Jungkook moaned softly and shoved two fingers inside your tight, wet pussy.

You pulled your thumb out and crashed your lips to his, letting your satisfied exhale into his throat, your name trapped between his lungs and your hungry mouth, kissing him deeply as he plunged his fingers in and out, pressing your body into the wall of the bathroom stall. Shivers up and down your spine, back arching to feel even more of his chest against yours, frustrated at the clothing between you and him, but still hot and exciting, your hands circling his head and playing with his ponytail, rolling your hips into his rough thrusts.

You tried to break free and moan, but Jungkook captured you with his lips, forcing your noises into his mouth to silence them, rubbing his erection against your hip and thigh, the sound between your legs getting louder because you were getting wetter, closer, your eyes cracking open and seeing his half-open too, staring at you with lust and love, determined to push you over the edge, even in the men’s bathroom where Kim Taehyung’s art exhibit was being held.

Hey, you both waited until you had a nice, long conversation with Taehyung’s parents where his mom drilled Jungkook with questions about what he did and what kind of person he was. His dad, in contrast, seemed to approve of Jungkook and gave him a hearty slap on the arm, telling him trouble and trouble often went well together. Then you and Taehyung’s dad had a praise fest about his son, which made Taehyung turn beet-red in embarrassment. Both of you meant it all, of course.

But, also, both of you enjoyed embarrassing Taehyung in public. It was fun.

Yeah, dads loved you.

You couldn’t imagine why that was.

All that aside, after Taehyung's parents bid their son goodbye, Jungkook dragged you into the men's bathroom and began to make out with your face.

He contained himself for a few hours. It was a valiant effort, living off only groping your ass a couple times, but a man can only take so much when you’re looking like a five-course meal and he’s aware that you’re willing to let him eat, you know?

No? Oh, well.

Maybe that’s just your problem.

Also, yes, maybe you discreetly teased him a couple times by rubbing your ass on his crotch and pressing your tits against his back. Maybe.

You lowered one of your hands, cupping your fingers around his length, sighing in his mouth, feeling how perfectly rock-hard he was, knowing you couldn’t have it and he couldn’t give it to you, not yet, but soon, his deep snarl at your touch, fuck, kisses intensifying, shoving his fingers into you all the way to the knuckle, the wet squish audible and obscene, the adrenaline of danger and satisfaction creeping you closer and closer to your high. His thumb came up and grazed your clit, making you close your eyes and rock your hips into his touch, moaning his name into his own mouth, his force of his fingers pushing his thumb against your throbbing clit hard and fast, the scent of black coffee and lush dragon fruit on his skin and yours, mixing with the sweetness of your orgasm as you wailed in glorious triumph, clutching his head with your hand and his waist with your leg, your other one shaking with strain as each pulse shook you, squeezing his clothed length in your hand, wanting it and pulling back to tell him just that in hot whispers, his soft moan against your mouth, whispering back, your name and his desire, his dark brown eyes nearly black with lust.

“Shit, you know how bad I want to fuck you, right now,” Jungkook panted.

“Please don’t.”

Huh?

You raised an eyebrow at the annoyed baritone voice. “Taehyung?”

“Do you know how long I’ve been standing here, knocking on this bathroom stall, you absolute horndogs?”

You heard him gritting his teeth, his voice nearly a deep growl. You did what any natural person would do.

Reached over and unlocked the door, letting it swing open to reveal your and Jungkook’s grinning faces.

His fingers remained very firmly inside your pussy, barely covered by the hem of your dress. You swept your arm back so your fur coat was out of the way. Always considerate. Taehyung stood at the opening of the door, hands on his hips, orange blazer flaring out with his posture, immediately throwing up his hands and jerking his head away once he realized that, yes, of course, you two would not bother covering up anything.

“Fucking – shit, get your hands off her, man, go home to do that–”

Jungkook began to slide his fingers out, scissoring them with a wet squish and you mewled, slightly exaggerated and performative.

“Oh my God, never mind, stop, leave them in there,” Taehyung snarled, realizing he was facing the mirror and therefore could still see both yours and Jungkook’s smug smirks. He abruptly turned ninety degrees, now facing the wall, giving you both the side eye. “The fuck is wrong with you people? Do you have any decency?”

“Sure, we do,” you chirped.

“Yeah, that’s why we’re in the bathroom,” Jungkook added, softly rubbing your clit and making you bite your lip, enjoying it very, very much.

A muscle in Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched. “Public bathroom,” he snapped, rubbing his forehead. “Fuck, what if it wasn’t me who walked in here? What if It was some goddamn stranger listening to this shit?”

“Speaking of which,” Jungkook mused, cocking a brow. “Normal people would just leave. Why did you stay and listen?”

You didn’t say anything. You were simply happily grinding on his hand, the gentle pressure creating a constant ecstasy that you were completely satisfied with, one hand hooked around Jungkook’s neck, waiting for Taehyung to answer with a huge, amused grin on your face. Taehyung knew everything about you.

It almost meant you knew everything about Taehyung.

He rolled his eyes. “You act like I’ve never heard her orgasm before. Big fucking deal.”

Jungkook gave him a pair of incredibly wide eyeballs that indicated that, yes, that was kind of a big deal.

“Tae was my first kiss.”

“What?’ Jungkook blurted, snapping his head back to you.

You shrugged. “We were, like, eight. Just wanted to know what kissing was.”

Jungkook blinked very rapidly, stunned.

His two fingers were still inside you.

You scrunched up your face, thinking. “We were also each other’s first head and fuck too. Although it wasn’t very good.”

“You were a bit shit,” Taehyung interjected.

“It took you five whole minutes to aim. Even a watermelon would be dry at that point.”

Jungkook was still trying to process that you were each other’s first kiss with his fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. “W… What? Why aren’t you guys dating?”

You snorted. “I can’t do that. He’s like my brother.”

Taehyung stuck his tongue out. “And she’s like my sister. That’s weird.”

Jungkook finally yanked his fingers out of you and threw out his hands in disbelief. “And being each other’s first times for – shit, basically everything – isn’t weird?”

Your eyes flickered to Jungkook’s soaked fingers, your cum stuck between them in viscous strings. Ooh, sexy. You licked your lips, breaking out in a pleased smirk. Taehyung spied what you were looking at and facepalmed. Jungkook seemed to notice too and turned to look at it, suddenly forgetting the whole discussion.

And put his cum-covered fingers into his mouth, moaning deliciously around them.

Taehyung made a horrified face in the mirror, making eye contact with you.

“Um, gross!”

“Eh, shut up, Tae, not like you haven’t done it in front of me before.”

“Well, I don’t wanna watch Jungkook do it,” he shot back, spinning around to glare at you. “He’s your boyfriend!”

You quirked an eyebrow. “You’ve seen other guys do it before when we’ve had threesomes. Plus, you’ve watched me open my mouth with other men’s cum in it so you could cum in my mouth too.”

Jungkook choked on his own fingers.

“WHAT?” he roared.

“You weren’t serious about them!” Taehyung flicked his hand, completely ignoring Jungkook. “And you’re my go-to when the girls I’m seeing want to experience a threesome, so I was just doing you a favor!”

Your boyfriend was having a mild heart attack and neither you nor Taehyung seemed to notice, too busy bickering about your strangely integrated sex lives.

“What’s the difference? It’s just Jungkook. You guys are friends.”

“Yeah, extra reason why I don’t want to sit around and imagine him slurping from your vagina. I gotta look into his eyes later!”

You raised your hands, shaking your head. “So what? You’ve seen my other sex partners in public and never said much about it. Why are you making such a fuss now?”

“Because!” Taehyung flung his hands, stamping a foot on the tile floor in frustration, his handsome features twisted into despair, hands on his head and messing up his dark brown hair. “Because you’re going to stop being my friend now that you’re serious about someone and I can’t do anything about it because that someone is Jungkook and I actually like the guy! I’m fucking happy for you and shit, but, fuck, fuck, what am I gonna do when you’re not in my corner anymore?”

Your jaw dropped, shocked.

“Tae, what are you talking about–?”

He spun around, about to run out, but you were faster, grabbing his arm and pulling him back, yanking him into a fierce hug. And, just like that, Taehyung was that awkward, weird kid in elementary school again, not wanting to admit he was scared and frightened of the big mean boys teasing him about his odd drawings and strange thought processes, calling him a dorky alien. He grabbed your shoulders, shivering, holding back tears.

“No one’s gonna protect me…” Taehyung sniffed, burying his face in your hair. “If you’re gone, I can’t be brave…”

“Hey, you know that’s not true,” you chastised lightly, squeezing him. “You’ve become strong, all on your own. You know that. That whole exhibit is filled with your art. You even got offers to buy some of your pieces. Isn’t that amazing?” You pulled back and placed your hands on Taehyung’s cheeks, smiling up at him kindly. He still looked gloomy and uneasy, lower lip sticking out. “Come on, you know I’m right, Van Gogh,” you teased, pinching his cheeks a little. He fidgeted, frown lessening. “I will always, always be in your corner. No matter what. No guy is going to make me stop being friends or supporting you. You need me to knock someone’s front teeth out, give me the time and place and I got your back.”

“That’s going to send you to jail,” he muttered, smiling slightly.

“Then I’ll go to jail. That’s just glorified detention because they give you free meals.”

He laughed, still with a tinge of anxiousness. “You promise you won’t stop being my best friend over some guy?”

You grinned. “You’ll always be my best friend, Tae. I just happen to really enjoy his company and his dick. You know, a girl has needs.”

He stuck his hand out childishly, pinky sticking out. “Pinky promise me.” Then he stuck his other hand out. “Actually, double pinky promise me.”

You crossed your wrists over each other and pressed your pinkies to his, squeezing his hands tightly.

“I promise I’ll always be your best friend.”

“Uh, guys, you’re kinda making me feel like a third wheel…”

Jungkook might as well have been a bathroom sink to Taehyung and you in this moment.

Taehyung nodded firmly to you. “Okay. You promised. You better keep it.”

You rolled your eyes. “When have I ever broken a promise to you?”

“Hmm, I guess you’re right…” All of a sudden, he looked down at your hands and wrenched his own out of them. “Oi! Where have those hands been, young lady?” He looked at his open hands with a repulsed scowl. “You better not have touched his dick and then my hands without washing yours! That’s disgusting!”

“Hey, I take offense to that,” Jungkook retorted heatedly. “My dick is perfectly clean and she didn’t get to touch me yet because you busted in and interrupted us–”

“What are you going on about, you’ve touched my hands after I’ve given handjobs! I didn’t hear you complaining!”

“He’s done what–?”

“I keep telling you that’s different, this is Jungkook, a man you actually love, and here I thought you were incapable of that.” Taehyung spoke over Jungkook, jabbing his finger into his palm to drive his point home. “You get that sparkly shit in your eyes when you talk about him and it makes me want to puke–”

“I do not get sparkly shit in my eyes, what the fuck does that even mean?”

“You literally will not shut up about how pretty he is!”

“He is pretty! Look at him!” You banished your arms in Jungkook’s direction like he was your first-place trophy on display, which he might as well be at this point with how much attention either of you were giving him. At least he looked the part.

Taehyung rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, throwing his whole head back. “I can give you pretty. You’ve been telling me I’m handsome all my life.”

“Why don’t we just have a threesome?”

Silence.

Both you and Taehyung jerked your heads to Jungkook, jaws dropped at his suggestion.

The door to the men’s bathroom opened and an old man bounced in, humming to himself.

He saw you.

He stopped, tilting his head. Then he looked from Jungkook to Taehyung and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Love triangle or sexy night, boys?”

Taehyung choked on air. “Not a love triangle.”

“Oooh, sexy night.” The old man gave you two thumbs up. “I’d love to join, but I’ll back out this time.”

You laughed heartily as Jungkook and Taehyung grabbed your arms, pulling you out of the men’s bathroom, not about to discuss a possible threesome in front of some old guy who vaguely offered to make it a foursome.

You made sure to give the old man a wink, sticking your head back in the open door to say, “Maybe next time, eh?”

The old man cackled and Taehyung slapped a hand over your mouth, dragging you out.

“Please shut up, I fucking swear…”

-

“So, why is it different?”

Somehow both you and Jungkook had dragged your best friend into your apartment and tied him to a chair. One of those nice wooden ones with plenty of openings to slip cotton rope through. Probably not what Kim Taehyung thought he was going to do right after his art exhibition, but judging by his peeved, unsurprised face, it wasn’t a completely unexpected result either.

You had pulled up another chair to sit in front of him, still wearing your fur coat, knees between his knees, mostly because Taehyung was forced to spread them because of how you tied the knots.

“I think I hate you,” Taehyung muttered.

“Nah.”

“At least a little bit.”

You slipped the shoulders of your coat down, exposing your skin, casually crossing your arms under your breasts and leaning forward, smiling sweetly at Taehyung. His dispassionate face basically said, ‘go-suck-your-own-dick’. He tried to pulled his arms free.

“Don’t rip your blazer.”

“Bite me.”

“You gonna answer my question?” you asked, redirecting the conversation.

Taehyung clicked his tongue. “I told you. It’s because I can tell you love him.”

You broke your playful demeanor for a second, smiling broadly. “Really?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, you dork.”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever felt like more of a third wheel in my entire life even though you’re talking about how much you love me,” Jungkook said behind you. He was sitting on the couch, as the chairs had been repositioned in the living room.

Taehyung pursed his lips. “That’s why I got scared, you know…” He leaned forward a bit, pouting. “What if you spend so much time with him that you forget about me? What if you guys break up and you blame me?” If he was untied, he would be nervously picking at his lower lip with his right hand right now. Instead, he chewed on it, worried expression clouding his strong features.

You shook your head, reaching out to fluff his brown hair. “You think too much. Why would I blame you over a breakup? If anything, I’d be dragging you out so you can help me keep a record of how many people I can fuck in a night.”

Taehyung made a face. “Why can’t you be normal and cry while eating chocolate?”

“You know I don’t like chocolate.”

“You don’t like chocolate?” Jungkook choked in disbelief.

“I have to fuck my problems away, Tae. That’s the best way to deal with them.”

He rolled his eyes. “You need to see a therapist.”

“Nah, I got you.”

Suddenly Jungkook’s face appeared because you two, sitting on the coffee table.

“How do you not like chocolate?” he pressed, staring at you.

You blinked at him. “I mean, I don’t hate it. I’m just not crazy about it like some people. Isn’t that better for you? I can give you all the chocolate that I receive.”

This thought didn’t seem to have crossed Jungkook’s mind. He grinned, highly pleased with this result.

“You’re even going to give him your chocolate?” Taehyung gasped, affronted. “That’s it, this friendship is over. I can’t believe you would betray me like this!”

You placed your hands on his knees. Taehyung huffed.

“You want me to untie you now?” you asked, patting his thigh and ignoring his dramatic outburst.

“Why? I thought we were going to have a threesome.”

Both you and Taehyung whipped your heads to blink at Jungkook. He smiled innocently, which did not look innocent at all with his sleek purple ponytail and mischievous eyes.

“Nobody agreed to that.”

“Yeah, Jungkook,” you sided with Taehyung. “Nobody agreed to that.”

“Aw, come on,” he nudged, grinning. “You guys have obviously touched each other before, right? And I can totally trust hyung not to fall in love with you.”

“Because my preferred type wouldn’t hump me in a public bathroom,” your best friend muttered.

“I’m sensing judgement here, Kim Taehyung. Watch your mouth,” you warned.

“Choke on my dick.”

“We can start with that,” Jungkook chirped cheerfully.

“Why do you want this, anyway?” You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend. “You never expressed any interest in threesomes before. I assumed you were too selfish for that.”

“I am.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Jungkook grinned devilishly.

“But I also wanna see you get spit-roasted.”

“Don’t–” Taehyung began.

Jungkook spread his legs, revealing his erection straining in his slacks. Taehyung snapped his head away, groaning an annoyance, disappointed but not surprised that your boyfriend had zero shame. Jungkook bit his lower lip, tiny mole underneath quivering, excitement and lust in his dark brown eyes, looking right at you eagerly. He purred your name. Taehyung visibly cringed.

“You know I would…” you drawled softly, reaching over to squeeze Jungkook’s thigh. “But I don’t think Tae is into it right now.”

“Yeah, I’d only do it if I was horny and desperate.”

“Then why do you have a boner?”

Both you and Taehyung whipped your heads down to see his dick trying to bust out of his pants.

He glared at it. “You traitor.”

“Are you talking to your dick?”

“Look,” Taehyung snapped, letting out a puff of breath and frowning at Jungkook. “I’m not immune, okay? She’s hot, sure. Absolutely one of the sexiest, most beautiful women I know.”

“Aw, so sweet!” you interrupted, smacking his leg in mock bashfulness.

“And,” he gritted, shooting you a scowl. “I might be horny and desperate, sure.”

“So, what’s the problem?” Jungkook inquired, smug smirk on his face.

“Well, you’ll get jealous, for one.”

Jungkook blinked, confused. “What?”

“Taehyung has a big dick.”

You said it so nonchalantly that Jungkook was speechless.

“Mhm.”

“Not as nice as Jungkook’s dick though.”

“Excuse me? I am offended.”

“You honestly need to improve your technique. You think your size alone is all that matters? Jungkook’s the whole package, great dick, cute smile, diligence, strength, always up for anything, perfect duality–”

“Shit, shut up about him, I get it, he’s the hottest thing to walk on this earth, now stop verbally jerking him, he’s not gonna agree–”

“Kiss him.”

You and Taehyung froze.

Eyes flickering to Jungkook, who raised an eyebrow challengingly.

“Kiss him,” he repeated.

Eyes back to Taehyung, who was breathing hard.

“Only because I’m horny and desperate,” he growled.

The corner of your lips ticked upwards.

“Got it bad, eh, Tae?”

You placed your hands on his thighs, sliding down, rising off your chair. You felt Taehyung’s muscles tense, narrowing his eyes. He tried to keep up his severe front, borrowing your tendency to use arrogance to hide your true feelings.

“Isn’t that you?” he challenged. “Need me to satisfy you even though you have Jungkook now?”

You smirked, seeing right through him. “You always give me such blessed service though.”

Something flared in his brown orbs, pupils expanding as you neared. “Don’t.” Your head tilted at his tone, almost pleading, and still you advanced, your soft inhale ghosting his lips. His gaze was on your face the entire time, swallowing hard, anticipation creeping into his stern expression.

“Don’t what?” you whispered teasingly.

“Don’t say it in front of him.”

“But you like it.”

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t need to know my embarrassing turn-ons.”

“What if I slip?”

He clenched his jaw. “Fuck, fine, whatever.”

Your hand reached up to cup his cheek, licking your teeth slowly, maintaining eye contact. Your words a low hiss, laced with pure lust.

“My good little angel, let this devil corrupt you.”

Taehyung whimpered and you closed in on his lips, kissing him deeply, straddling his lap, rolling your hips into his, voracious, greedy kisses, Taehyung gasping in your mouth as you bounced on his crotch, your spread legs causing the hem of your dress to rise, popping over your ass, moaning into his mouth as you worked him under you, his body familiar and comforting. His tongue encircled yours, whining for more, and you mumbled sweet nothings to him, remembering all the things he loved to hear, and he gave you all the things you loved, the neediness in his kiss, the desperation of his hips rising to add more friction. You weren’t exactly immune to Taehyung either. You could control yourself, normally.

But Jungkook gave you the green light, so you went all in.

Your hands were in his hair, tangled in the strands of black coffee, murmuring in his lips, sweet angel, and Taehyung moaned, fiercely thrusting his hips up and you sitting down on it, already wet, sighing satisfyingly at the feeling of his impressive length straining to reach your dripping heat, too many layers of fabric between them.

“Such a good boy doing such bad things,” you purred against his lips, amused at seeing your lipstick all over his mouth.

Taehyung looked up at you with glazed brown eyes, a tinge of unease in them. Maybe he didn’t want to show Jungkook his vulnerable side. You could understand that. You didn’t mind playing your role but Taehyung was more guarded. He didn’t like to be criticized or judged for the things he liked. You noticed his gaze flicker to Jungkook and then back to you.

You tilted your head and cradled his, running your fingers through his hair. “You want me to stop, I’ll stop,” you cooed gently, kissing his ear.

“I don’t want you to stop,” he breathed, so quietly you barely heard it. “I don’t want him to judge me.”

You chuckled. “I wouldn’t worry about that.”

Taehyung made a disbelieving noise.

“Something wrong?” Jungkook asked behind you, sounding curious and confused that his show was paused.

“Mhm, need you to take my coat,” you replied, pulling back, lowering your arms so Jungkook could stand behind you and remove it. You slid your hands out elegantly, seeing Taehyung’s messy dark hair and lipstick-stained lips. You heard Jungkook back up and you reached into Taehyung’s blazer, pulling out his handkerchief and dabbing at his mouth, carefully wiping it off.

“We can stop,” your reminded him gently.

“No,” he growled, frowning. “I’ve got a massive boner and it’s all your fault. Get me off.”

You grinned. “Alright, angel.”

You saw Taehyung bite his lip, shivering at your words. You couldn’t remember how this started, but it always worked. The roleplaying helped with the whole ‘having-sex-with-your-best-friend’ thing ten times less awkward, and it made it much easier for him and you to get off.

Unfortunately, it also was starting to make both of you much hornier while having sex with each other.

Whoops.

He clicked his tongue, raising his head, eyebrow cocked.

“Dirty little devil.”

You smirked. Taehyung’s voice was always sexier when he was aroused, deep and sultry.

One by one, you undid the buttons of his dress shirt, kissing at his exposed chest, the deep rich tone of his tan skin standing out against the white, his eyes closing at your touch, running your tongue down his sternum and blowing on it.

He shuddered, moaning your name, long and sweet.

You shifted, intending to push the chair behind you back, but it was gone. Instead, your ass backed up into a pair of very muscular legs. You paused, turning your head to see behind you.

“Jungkook–”

A firm hand stopped you, forcefully jerking your head back to Taehyung’s chest.

“Look forward,” Jungkook commanded.

A shiver down your spine at his tone. You smirked, peering up at Taehyung, who smiled.

“He jealous?”

“I’m not,” Jungkook snapped, grabbing your ass.

“A little bit,” Taehyung chuckled, and now he was smirking too.

Eerily similar to you, because who else would he learn such a devious expression from? You taught him well. You hummed, yanking Taehyung’s shirt open and pushing it to his shoulders, his naked torso now exposed to your eyes and mouth.

“Can’t imagine why. This was his idea.”

Taehyung jerked his head to you as you lowered yours to his chest. “What?”

But your lips closed around his nipple and he gasped, sputtering, confused, and then moaning as you moaned, Jungkook yanking down your panties and slapping your ass with his open palm, the sting added to the disapproving hiss of your name.

“He’s not supposed to know. I didn’t do all that acting for nothing,” he snarled, and your response was wiggling your ass, nipping your teeth over Taehyung’s chest, his handsome features twisted in ecstasy and pleasure, the tip of your tongue teasing his other nipple, pushing it around with your strong, wet, warm muscle.

“Whoops.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes at you and your not-so-innocent tone.

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “Such a bad little devil. You need some punishment.”

“He already knew?” Taehyung gritted, glaring daggers at your grinning face, saying nothing, your deft fingers undoing his pants. “Answer me, woman.”

Jungkook was positioning your lower half, ass up, legs spread, pussy exposed to his eyes and hand, your dripping core tense with anticipation. When he spoke, his voice was deep and silvery, laced with danger and desire.

“Answer him.”

And he spanked your pussy, making you cry out and leak between his fingers, the sudden sting of pain so nice, and you had the audacity to continue giving Taehyung that infuriatingly smug expression as you dragged his pants and underwear to his knees, freeing his stiff length that stuck straight up, your body repeatedly lurched forward by Jungkook’s open palm on your soaked slit, your juices splattering on his hand and the inside of your thighs. With a smirk, you lowered your head.

“Mhm, he knew… ah, fuck, yes, Jungkook, just like that…” you sighed in satisfaction, tongue snaking out and wrapping around the head of Taehyung’s cock, bobbing your mouth up and down like that, stimulating just the tip, paying extra attention to the underside of the head. “Sorry, Tae.”

“Swallow me whole,” he growled. “Now.”

You were ready to do it, of course, but you felt Jungkook’s hand clap onto your leaking, heated pussy lips, and the other danced up your back, so you waited, letting him grab your head and push you down, not quite as roughly as he would have if he was actually being mean, but with enough pressure that you knew he just wanted to do the physical action, wanted to feel the power even if there was no maliciousness behind it.

Your lips closed around Taehyung’s pulsing, hard length, taking it all, a familiar girth stretching out your jaw. You made a light gagging sound as the head hit the back of your throat, not quite suffocating, but enough to indicate, stop pushing me, and Jungkook lifted the weight off your head, still gripping your hair, messing up your perfected style of the night.

“That’s a good girl, swallowing all that dick,” he purred, sliding a finger into you.

You whined, clenching your walls around it, squeezing tight, wanting more.

“Suck.”

You did, obediently, looking up at Taehyung, his head tipping back, low moans escaping his throat as your tongue squirmed at the base of the head in your throat, muscles clinching around his cock, your lips around the base. You swiped your tongue down, stretching it out even farther, past your lips, slurping nosily at his balls, flicking them rapidly with the tip, feeling him get harder and harder, twitching against the roof of your mouth, bending a little due to the lack of space.

“Fuck, let go of her head, fuck!”

Jungkook released you and you grabbed Taehyung’s hips, starting a fast, intense pace, swirling your tongue around his cock, another long finger wiggling into your slick folds, thrusting into you from behind, your legs shaking with strain, Taehyung moaning louder and louder, filling up your apartment with his lust.

“Don’t fucking stop, fuck, you have the devil’s tongue, a-ah, it’s so fucking good…”

Jungkook scissored his fingers in you, the squelching sound loud and lewd, and you spied Taehyung tipping his head back, panting, watching Jungkook finger you from behind, his other hand smacking your ass periodically to watch it bounce and hear you moan, your hips bucking back into his hand every time you ascended from Taehyung’s cock.

“Give her another,” he gasped. “Stuff her more.”

Jungkook snickered. “For an angel, you’re all about the punishment, hm?”

But he did as he was told, shoving another finger in you and you whined, nearly popping your mouth off Taehyung’s thick length, stopping only because of imposing baritone.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Take it all. Or are you telling me you can’t? Telling me you’ve lost your touch?”

You went back down, narrowing your eyes, rising to his challenge. Your best friend knew everything about you and therefore he knew that the second he made it a question of your ability, well, that brought out the best in you.

“Fuck!”

Also made you almost vacuum his dick, but he asked for it.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuuuuck!”

Tighter, faster, tongue all over, nearly forgetting Jungkook was touching you at all because Taehyung had doubted you and you weren’t having that shit, fuck no, not even with Jungkook’s free hand snaking between your legs and feeling for your clit, rubbing it at the same furious pace you were blowing Taehyung’s jerking cock, tipping your head back and angling it so the head scraped against the roof of your mouth, locking your knees to prevent the shudders of pleasure from ruining your rhythm, so good, fuck, feeling so good with the pumping of Jungkook’s powerful fingers, electric satisfaction radiating from your throbbing clit, clutching Taehyung’s hips so hard he was getting indents from your nails, determined to get him there before you, and, by the sound of his breathless cries of your name and the trembling of his impressive girth, he was there.

“Yes, a-ah, you’re so good, so fucking good, I’m gonna cum, oh, fuck!”

His orgasm exploded, flooding your mouth with a gush of saltness, thick strings of cum painting the back of your throat, and you gulped it all down greedily, eyes rolling back, the tense coil inside you snapping and drenching Jungkook’s hands with your own orgasm, your legs unlocking and giving out, shaking and flinching as wave after wave of vicious pleasure flooded through you, Jungkook’s strong arms holding you up, moaning at the feeling of your pussy convulsing around his fingers, still lightly rubbing your clit through your orgasm, whines and whimpers crammed in your throat due to Taehyung’s cock in your mouth, sliding all the way to the base and swallowing around it, because you knew he loved it, wanted it, craved it, groaning carnally, the head swelling and pulsing, nearly suffocating you.

“Feels so f-fucking good… a-ah, yeees…”

You stayed in the position for as long as you could, a good minute, before backing up with a choked gasp, clutching Taehyung’s thighs, eyes drifting up to his and he looked down at you, fucked-out, content, grateful, black-brown curls falling all over his forehead and cheeks, so casually sexy and perfect.

“Good angels always taste the best,” you rasped, licking your abused lips.

Taehyung grinned.

“Untie me, devil.”

“Damn, you do have a big dick.”

“… Stop looking.”

“Why? I wanna see what she put in her mouth.”

You teased the head with the tip of your tongue, smirking. Taehyung looked away, ears turning red.

“You two are shameless.”

“Yeah, but you like it,” you laughed, straddling his lap, casually leaning over him to untie him. You heard Jungkook make a clicking sound and you assumed he was making a frame with his hands and miming taking a photo.

“Stop that,” Taehyung muttered, face full of your covered breasts. “Oi, take your clothes off if you’re gonna squash my face with your tits.”

You rammed your chest into his face to muffle his protests.

-

“Mmm, yes, no faster way to make me limp than you sucking Jungkook’s face off.”

You were too busy grabbing Jungkook’s naked ass and moaning in his mouth, tongue on tongue, purple strands brushing against your forehand, his hands on your ass and squeezing it roughly, rutting his rapidly hardening cock against your thigh.

“You want me to leave you guys alone?”

You broke the kiss, snapping your head around to see Taehyung raising an eyebrow at you from the head of your bed, completely naked. Jungkook continued slowly humping your thigh, peaking pre-cum all over and adding to his own stimulation.

“Are you done being an insufferable shit or what?” you glowered.

“Mmm, no.”

“Hmph, fine, just fuck me from behind then if you’re so needy,” you sighed, turning back to Jungkook’s amused smirk.

“No. I want the mouth again.”

You and Jungkook shared a confused look. “Huh, why?” you both said at the same time, looking at him in unison.

Taehyung lifted his chin defiantly, pointing to you. “I wanna stuff my dick into your mouth and fuck your face because you tricked me.”

You gasped, feeling slighted. “I told you it was Jungkook’s idea, why am I getting punished? You schemed against me first!”

He shrugged. “You corrupted him so, technically, it’s all inherently your fault.”

You protested as Jungkook laughed, pushing you into position despite you verbally fighting back.

“What! All I did was exist! Is it my fault that Jungkook was thirsting after my ass and you decided it would a taste of my own medicine, only to have it backfire in your face? And what if I wanna look at his handsome face? Huh? Why am I not getting a say in – mhpf!”

You yelped as Jungkook and Taehyung shoved your face first into Taehyung’s crotch, his semi-hard cock smacking you in the cheek and getting a mouthful of his nuts.

“Lick.”

They both said it at the same time. You saw them share a look of surprise, shocked that they were thinking the same thing, ignoring you.

Hey, nobody ignores you.

You wrapped your lips around one of his balls and sucked, tongue surrounding it, causing Taehyung to squeal and spread his legs, his cock swelling instantly, especially as your tongue poked out and lapped at the other while sucking intently.

“Good little devil,” Jungkook praised, patting you on the head before backing up, leaving you to rearrange Taehyung’s nuts with your mouth, licking and sucking all over, him gasping and moaning above you, falling back against the headboard.

“You’re crazy, fucking crazy…”

You switched sides, pressing your lips into his crotch to stuff your mouth full before sticking your tongue out and wiggling it on the underside of the other, his thick length now hitting you in the nose, and you realized Taehyung wasn’t going to help you with this, so you internally sighed and reached up to grab his dick and stroke it slowly as you continued your make-out session with his nuts.

Taehyung was chanting your name over and over like it was a prayer, as if he was saying it in attempt to ask for his soul to be saved.

You felt the bed bow and you lifted your head as far as it could go, which wasn’t very far because you still had one of Taehyung’s balls still in your mouth. You were still sucking on it.

He moaned above you, clutching your pillows for dear life.

You heard a condom being opened and felt Jungkook’s knees spread yours, deep silvery voice purring your name.

“Wanna see you take two dicks at once, naughty devil,” he teased, pressing the head of his cock against your soaked opening.

You unlatched your mouth and Taehyung seemed to see stars for a hot second, reeling.

“Hope you’re prepared, sweet angel,” you taunted, and then you swallowed his dick.

“Fucking shit!”

You moaned around his cock, letting it fill you to the throat, Jungkook’s perfect length thrusting into you at the same time, stretching you out deliciously, his own moan adding to your pleasure. There was just something about Jungkook’s moan, the longing, the possessiveness, the love. It made you wetter every time, bringing newfound energy to your meticulous sucking of Taehyung’s cock, who finally seemed to get his bearings and remember what the fuck was going on and what he wanted to do in the first place, because he finally straightened, large hands fitting around your head, pushing your hair back.

“You know why you’re so good at sucking dick?”

You tried very hard not to roll your eyes, already knowing what was coming. You decided to focus on Jungkook’s cock instead, pumping in and out of you, powerful, deep strokes, his hands gripping your hips, trying so hard to please you, and he was good at it, hitting all your favorite spots that made you squirm back against him.

“Because I let you suck mine,” Taehyung growled, holding your head and thrusting into your throat.

Mmmhmm, you thought to yourself. Not that he was wrong, because he wasn’t, being your first and all, but, come on, you didn’t get all your skills from sucking one dick, no matter how amazing Taehyung’s was. Oh well, you let it slide, simply enjoying not having to do much as your best friend fucked your face and your boyfriend pounded your pussy.

Ah, bliss.

The feeling of your mouth being filled and used, stroking Taehyung’s hips with your fingertips, elbows on the bed, legs spread open for Jungkook to slap his crotch into your ass wetly, back to front, a constant encompassing ecstasy that you welcomed, letting them command the pace, hands on your head and hands on your ass, familiar hands, loving hands, because even if Taehyung didn’t want to take you on dates and wake up next to you every day, he still loved you, still made sure he didn’t actually hurt you, careful to thrust hard but not deep, or thrust deep but not hard.

Jungkook wanted to take you on dates and hold you on his arm like his trophy and be waltzed around as yours, so… romantic? It was your version of romance, anyway.

And sex.

Lots of sex.

Fuck, he was so good at fucking you, leaning down, giving you more, chuckling as he heard you moaning around Taehyung’s cock, faster, harder, yes, fuck, yes, so good, your noises trapped in your chest, Taehyung increasing the speed, breathing shallowing.

“Fuck, yes, tighter, give it to me, you dirty devil,” he growled and you obeyed, closing your lips and pressing your tongue against the bottom, sandwiching his length in your mouth, your pussy also squeezing Jungkook harder, basking in his sinful moan, enamored with his voice and the way he said your name, never getting enough.

“A-ah, you feel so good, your pussy is so fucking good, gonna make me cum…”

So rough, so intense, so full of cock, keeping your holes tight, relishing in the way they forced themselves into your mouth and pussy, heady and intoxicating pleasure, you tipping over the edge, wailing around Taehyung’s thick girth as you spilled onto Jungkook’s rock-hard length, mind-numbing satisfaction that spread all over, hot and melting into you. Your walls violently spasmed and caused Jungkook to gasp, cock twitching and jolting inside you, shooting thick spurts of cum that filled the condom, and he buried himself all the way in, a wanton moan of your name echoing off your bedroom walls, savoring the feeling of you milking him, gripping your sides and squeezing you lovingly.

Suddenly, Taehyung yanked his cock out of your mouth and you coughed, startled at the abrupt loss, only for him to orgasm all over your face, hot white strings shooting out of his glistening cock and his hand guiding them, painting your cheeks and open mouth, dripping onto your tongue and clinging onto your swollen lips.

“Tae! What the fuck?!”

He snickered, smearing the residual cum on the side of your frown, winking.

“Blessed service, eh, you devil?”

-

“Is it gonna be like this every time we hang out now?”

You climbed onto Jeon Jungkook’s lap, kissing him deeper, trapping his slim waist in between your thighs, his hands sliding up your skirt, moaning into your mouth as Kim Taehyung smacked you in the shoulder blades, the sound masked by the obscenely loud music of the club as onlookers watched you and Jungkook with increasing interest.

Probably all dreaming of threesomes with you two.

“Hello, you two are supposed to be helping me getting laid, not getting laid right in front of me!”

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[elithenium]

All the BTS fics I have read since being on Tumblr!

hi hi to everybody!! I hope you enjoy this list as much as I did while reading them!!!

Unfortunately I will say I’m quite famous for reading smut in public and I am not afraid to say my reactions on the internet 🙂

Couldn’t fit all of them in one post so you can find part two here

now moving on…

1. First class by girlygguk (rich student!jk x rich student!fem reader)(s)

2. Seven by spideyjimin (jungkook x female reader) (s)

Seven days a week inspired/ MOTHER spideyjimin I LOVE YOU SOO MUCH

3. no textbooks here by ririkookiemonster (male model jungkook x female model oc) (s)

This one kept me up all night

4. another taste by bratkook (rockstar!jk x reader)(s)

5. pencil strokes & paint platters by borathae (Artist!Jungkook x Painter!Reader )(s)

Honestly, anything coming from them is a masterpiece

6. be still my heart by caramelkoo (childhood best friends to frenemies to lovers, physical therapist!reader x hockey player!jungkook) (s)

this one is deeply rooted in my heart

part two here

7. not my fault by taegularities (classmates to lovers , Jungkook x reader) (s)

I love whatever is written by them, I’ve got so much appreciation towards them!!!

8. all that glitters by aquagustd fuckboy!jungkook x reader (ft. yoongi)) (s)

9. Needy by girlygguk ( nerd!jk x cheerleader!fem reader)(s)

read part two here

Raw next question

10. Idealizations concerning real life relations by venusiangguk ( jungkook x reader / fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc) (s)

11. birthday boy by aajjks (husband!jk x wife!reader) (s)

Holly Molly

12. before we shatter by caramelkoo (established relationship, idol!jungkook) (s)

part two here

13. the pink pill | jjk version by dollfaceksj (jungkook x fem!reader) (s)

The hole pink pill series has me in a chokehold

14. Bonded by borathae (Alpha!Jungkook x f. omega!Reader) (s)

15. does he know? by girlatmirror (ex bf! jungkook x reade)(s)

16. Daddy daycare by bunnyhugs77 ( Technician! Jungkook x Teacher's Assistant! Reader) (s)

Yes I like dilfs and I am not ashamed to say

Read part 2, 3

16. I am not a kid ! by someonegoood (brother’s best friend troop)

read part 2 here (s)

17. lie with you by girlygguk (grumpy jk x sunshine fem reader)

this trope is possibly the best discovery I’ve ever done

18. Jungkook groom x Reader wife by 7brownsuga7 (s)

19. archnemesis by ririkookiemonster (Academic rival Y/N x Academic rival Taehyung) (s)

20. play thing by joonjuul (boyfriend!jk x sleepy!reader)(s)

21. taste me by joonjuul (nerd!jimin x bully!reader) (s)

ON MY KNEES FOR NERD JIMIN

22. Blue blood by joonbird (jimin x reader)(s)

23. one time for the present by redcherrykook (husband Jungkook)(s)

24. pensándote by yoK00K (yandere!bf!jk x reader)(s)

25. The odd one out by jimxnslight (OT7 x reader)

26. If I was your boyfriend by borathae (Jungkook x f.Reader)

27. The corporate equation by someonegoood (ceo jjk)

28. blooming by kjhmyg (florist!oc x tattoo artist!jk)

29. forgot something by xovisa (jjk x reader)

30. Cinnamon Girl by stawbarryjimine (Jeon Jungkook x Fem!Reader)

31. Massage Envy by jungkookstatts (jjk x reader) (s)

32. You’re sick baby by jungkookstatts (jjk x reader)

33. Kiss it better by joonjuul (bestfriend!jimin x victim!reader)(s)

Thinking of they don’t know about us Jimin

34. university superstar by jungkookstatts (jjk x reader) (s)

Jeon 07 Drabble

35. Married for 7 days by kooklovee ( bf!Jungkook x gf!reader)

Love love this girlyyy

36. into you by mmegwrld (mean boy jk + sweetheart reader! )

37. Fight for you by ahundredtimesover (Jungkook x (f.) Reader)(s)

38. Something in the heir by hisunshiine (knight!jungkook x palace woman!reader)(s)

39. Please love me by ahundredtimesover (Jungkook x (f.) Reader) (s)

40. Playlist love by ahgasegotarmy116 (Sunshine f!reader x Grumpy Jungkook) (s)

41. The angry snowman by artaeffect (boyfriend!jk | jeon jungkook x f reader)

42. Letting off steam by wndrkoo (f1 driver! jungkook x sunshine gf)

F1 girls assemble!!!

43. Will you make a mess now by softyoongiionly (Jungkook x Reader)(s)

Virgin koo!!! 🥴

44. Yan billionaire heir Jungkook by mochitaekookie

Headcanons

Thank you for reading!!!!!!

[cupidsbling]

My fic recs | JJK

Oneshots

Like sugar on my tongue by @shawtuzi

synopsis: out of impulse, jungkook gets his tongue pierced, but totally forgot the part that for the next two weeks he’s not allowed to kiss his adorable, oh so desirable gf.

One of the hottest, most delicious things I've ever read!!! The best boyfriend jk fic everrrr!

Kissland by @p0ckykiss

SUMMARY -> you and jungkook indulge in a nasty makeout session and jungkook is set on not letting you breathe for even a second.

this was sooo hottt omfdsss

When did you get hot by @dreamersparacosm

SUMMARY. Life after high school has been pretty mundane. Give or take a few breakups, a few quarter life crises, you’ve done well for yourself. Enter Jeon Jungkook: a blast from the past and your ex-Chemistry tutor, except now, it seems he's traded in his glasses and textbooks for a lip piercing and tattoos. The universe is clearly testing you... or maybe it's giving you one last shot to get it right.

so so so so SOSO hot, I have yet to re-read this

Bloody hell by @personasintro

⏤𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴; luckily, your boyfriend is there to get you through the pain

jungkook is the perfect boyfriend here!! and let's just say this fic changed my view on some things...

Bad habits by @words-in-purple

synopsis: jeon jungkook is a clean freak who can’t stand dust, noise or the way you chew. you’re a mess who forgets bin days, leaves dirty laundry everywhere and hates the smell of his chicken breast smoothie. you argue in passing, coexist at a distance, and survive each other only because your schedules never overlap—he works night shifts as a nurse, and you’re an underpaid teacher. until one night, they do. he comes home early. you don’t expect him to. he walks into the living room, catching you with a wine glass, panties on the floor and a vibrator between your legs.

I love a good enemies to lovers hehe

handyman jungkookx y/n by @ohhowjooniewept

damsel in distress, obsessive obsessive obsessive, smutty

So SOSO so so amazing omgggg

Series

Mutual help by @personasintro

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

The sole reason I am on this app!!!! As angry as it makes me, this is definitely one of the best romance stories I've ever read.

Bound by vows by @gukcnt

your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. yet beneath his coldness, jungkook’s unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. your life together starts—an emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing and a chance at love

my favourite jungkook series on Tumblr!! I love it so much, it's so perfect.

Worst behaviour by @luvismenu

. . summary: everyone knows you as the good girl / nerd. except you’re so fucking tired of that image. (and you’re also very… horny.) so when you decide to be bold and finally go after hoseok — things don’t really go as planned. instead, you end up tangled in a fake relationship with his best friend / campus favorite fuckboy ; jeon jungkook .

one of the best f boy series everrrr (smau & written)

Just take it by @ahgasegotarmy116

Summary: A turn of events has the people you thought you trusted stabbing you in the back and leaving you broken hearted and betrayed. Who knew though that sometimes things just happen for a reason

Didn't think I'd like the best friend's dad trope, but this changed my mind!!!

To be read

Drunk text me by @jeonlic

synopsis. after breaking up with jungkook, you're keeping some distance. jungkooks keeps shows up, patient, careful, letting you set the pace. with your friends around, yo decide if you can trust him again.

sounds sooo yummy, and it's written by my Bae!!!

The farmhouse by @solecize

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: every summer on your grandpa's farm was real-life magic to your younger self, who left a piece of her heart in amber valley when the years went on and the town became nothing but a faint childhood memory. soon enough, you become rocked by his death and realize the dead end in your bustling city world. this leads to you making an abrupt decision. despite knowing nothing but designer purses and the corporate ladder, you uproot your entire life to take over your grandfather's old farm in the town you were desperately trying to remember - alongside a familiar face from your youth that permanently finds his way into your heart.

Can't wait to read this!!! Looks soooo good.

I don't read as much as I used to, so when I read more, I will do this again!!

self promo : check out my new story make it magical if you'd like hehe

[stray-kidshardstan143]

Please another audio of Han Jisung "your stepbrother fucks you when your mom sleeps" please😫😫

Han smut audio

[k-smutaudio]

Hyunjin smut audio

Full

[drunkmzxy]

•Bangchan's stress relief - Smut Audio

[ggfluxn]

(Bangchan Audio) SMUT/NSFW 🔞

They decide to have a movie night together, but their plans change. Letting Chan fuck you without excuses.

Use headphones for the best experience. 😘

I accept your requests, from any idol.

[drunkmzxy]

hellooo, do you think you could make an audio of Chan? by the way, I love your content, you have incredible talent 💕

•Needy and Eager - Smut Audio

[kooklovee]

SOON (m) - JJK

Pairing - bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader

Genre - 18+ established relationship au, fluff, smut MDNI

Wc - 3.8k

Warnings - pussy gf whipped jungkook 😋, lots of kissing n marking, dom jk, drunk jkayy, Explicit smut - unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), gagging, jungkook films oc while she gives him a head, big d jk, dirty talking, praises, hair pulling, fingering, riding, overstimulation, man handling, nipple play, sucking, it's just filth romance sorry😭, flufff at the end, cuddling, a lil marriage talk

a/n - we're still simping over this iconic live, right😭🙇‍♀️

Masterlist | Kofi☕

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Your thumb presses to the scanner and the door to your boyfriend’s house unlocks. Jungkook had your fingerprint added in his new house too. It’s a bigger thing for you than he probably even realizes. It's so deeply intimate, which is always reminded to you every time you come here.

It’s past midnight. Way past actually. You weren't actually in a deep sleep, that is why when you woke with Jungkook’s notification asking if you were awake (which usually translates to him asking you to come over), you were already up throwing on a hoodie and leggings.

There have been too many nights like this to count. Usually him or his brother dropping you off at his house during late nights when schedules didn’t line up, or he’d just want to hold you or he’d be tipsy and overly affectionate. You never complain.

If anything, you secretly love that he reaches out to you whenever he needs you.

You got to know on the way by his brother that he's been doing a live. Which you could only watch some of it in the car before he ended it. But, you did hear about a lot from his brother which made you curious. He’d been free. A little reckless. Completely himself.

And you’d felt..proud.

It takes a certain kind of courage to let the world see you without polish.

You slip your shoes off and walk down the hallway, where you find your boyfriend leaning against the kitchen counter, hair falling into his eyes with a lazy grin as he talks into his phone.

Phone.

Did he start another live?

You’re almost certain you watched him end it.

He tilts his head back and laughs again, completely unaware of you standing there.

You move closer, as silent as you can.

“Babyyy.”

Fuck.

Your eyes snap to the phone in his hand.

Are millions of people losing their minds in the middle of the night as to whom jeon jungkook is calling baby?

You're so fucking not mentally prepared to get your relationship public, especially like this.

You dart sideways trying to duck behind the wall, anything. Your foot catches nothing and you stumble, hand slapping over your mouth to muffle the squeak.

“What are you doing?” he asks, confused at your reaction.

You mouth at him urgently, "Is it live?"

He exhales a laugh after realising. “Baby, relax,” he says, shaking his head, turning the phone for you to see the screen. “It’s Taehyung.” The relief that leaves your body is almost embarrassing.

It's funny how quickly he ends the call and his hands are on you so fast

- except nothing’s funny when he’s looking at you like that.

One arm hooks around your waist and yanks you in until you slam against his chest. The other hand grabs your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as you feel the cold diamond rings against it.

He kisses you with all lips and tongue pushing in like he’s pissed he waited this long. He tastes like strong whiskey and something sweet. His lips feel hot, as he tries to taste every inch of the inside of your mouth in the messy makeout.

You gasp, trying to breath in just a second, hands flying up to his chest. You feel the way his abs flex when you grab fistfuls of his shirt. The hand on your jaw slides back, fingers tangling rough in your hair, tugging your head back so he can angle deeper. His tongue fucks against yours, slow and filthy now, matching the way his hips roll forward. You feel him hard, pressing right against your lower belly through the jeans.

His hand leaves your hair, sliding down over your hip as he grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes, pulling you up onto your toes so your core grinds right against his thigh. You can’t help the broken moan that slips out.

“Did you watch my live?”

Your knees wobble as he breaks the kiss to drag his open mouth down your jaw, teeth grazing with a bite, making you whimper.

“A little,” you murmur. “On the way here.”

“Oppa told me there's a high chance your company's gonna lose their mind after watching this live.”

He tch’s, tugging your bottom lip before letting go.

“Don’t care,” he mutters, hands sliding up under your hoodie, palms warm on your bare back. You're definitely more turned on by how unbothered he sounds. “Good,” you whisper back.

He doesn’t let the kiss break as he hooks one arm under your ass, the other around your back and scoops you up. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, ankles locking at the small of his back.

He walks you to his couch, groaning low into your mouth when you roll your hips without meaning to, chasing the friction where he’s already so fucking hard against you.

He drops down, hands everywhere at once-greedy and impatient. Rough palm dragging over and squeezing your breast. The other stays locked on your ass, guiding your hips to grind against his lap.

You’re both a mess already- sweaty, mouths never fully separating. His arm stretches behind you, fumbling blindly and when he brings it back, there’s a sticky-sweet lollipop pressing your bottom lip.

“Open.”

Your lips part as you wrap your mouth around it sucking around it slowly. Your eyes stay locked on his the whole time and his pupils darken instantly.

The hand on your breast tightens, thumb brushing rough over your nipple through your hoodie. You pull off with a wet pop while he snatches it back, shoving it straight into his own mouth.

You push both hands flat against his chest and slide off his lap as your knees hit the floor between his spread thighs. He widens his legs more, making room for you.

The obvious bulge strains against the zipper. You lean in pressing your palm flat over the length of him through the jeans which makes him hiss.

Your lips brushes the strip of bare skin right above his waistband where his shirt’s ridden up, tongue flicking out to taste his skin. Your hand stays pressed on his cock, thumb dragging slow along the underside, teasing the ridge you can feel even through the fabric.

He groans, fingers threading rough into your hair as he curses under his breath, the lollipop clicking against his teeth when he bites down on it as you press harder.

“Keep teasing like that and I’m gonna come in these fucking pants before you even touch me properly.” His fingers tighten in your hair, tugging to make you look up at him.

You drag your tongue in a lazy line down toward the waistband. “Want me to stop?” you ask innocently, even as your fingers start working the button of his jeans.

He laughs almost angry. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

He helps you remove it and brings them down until it’s bunched around his ankles. His cock springs free -thick, slapping up against the flat plane of his stomach with a wet smack, veins bulging along the shaft as the tip already leaks shiny bead of precum. Your thighs press together on instinct, trying to ease the sudden ache, but it only makes it worse.

He lets out a smug chuckle reaching down to wrap a hand around the base of his cock, giving it one lazy stroke.

You don’t make him wait as you lean in. One hand wraps around the base where his own just was.

He’s so thick your mouth waters instantly.

You place open-mouthed kiss right to the underside, tongue flicking out to trace the thick vein that runs from base to tip. “Don’t tease,” he warns, hand coming to the back of your head.

You open your mouth wider and take him in, swirling your tongue around the slit to lap up every drop leaking out. He groans, head falling back against the couch.

You sink down further, lips stretching around him, cheeks hollowing as you take more. Halfway down and he’s already hitting the back of your throat.

“Goddamn, baby,” he rasps, fingers tightening in your hair. “So fucking good. Take it all- yeah, fuck, just like that.”

You pull back with string of spit connects your lips to the head for a second before you dive back down, bobbing your head faster. Hand stroking what your mouth can’t reach. He thrusts up into your mouth, fucking your face just enough to make your eyes water. “Look at me,” he growls.

You glance up through wet lashes. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone. “My good girl. Taking my cock so pretty.”

His fingers twist tighter in your hair, gathering it all in one rough fist at the back of your head. He slowly guides your mouth down further down a little. You gag a little.

Spit pools at the corners of your lips, dripping messy down your chin.

“Should I do another live, hmm?” his hips rocking a bit deeper.

“Let the whole fucking world see how my beautiful girl is on her knees for me,” he rasps, tugging your hair again to make you look up at him through blurry lashes. “How pretty you look choking on my cock. Letting everyone know I’m taken. You’re mine. I’m yours. Fuck—”

You can’t answer- mouth too full. Your core clenches so hard you almost whimper around him. You have no fucking idea what would actually happen if he actually did it. but right now the fantasy alone is enough to make you dizzy.

You pull off him with a gasp- needing air. Strings of spit connect your swollen lips to his glistening tip. You’re panting, chest heaving when you look up.

He’s got a phone in his free hand- camera pointed down at you. Oh my god-

“Jungko—”

You start to scramble back with wide eyes but his grip in your hair keeps you right there.

He chuckles at your cute freakout.

“Relax, baby,” he says, thumb brushing over your cheek to wipe away a tear you didn’t even realize fell. “It’s for my eyes only.”

He guides you back down and you moan around his length involuntarily, the vibration making his hips jerk.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

You look up- straight into the lens, straight into him, mouth working harder. Jungkook's head tips back for a second before he looks down again.

“That’s it,” he praises, thumb stroking your cheek. “My good fucking girl." His thumb brushes your cheek, almost tender, even as his hips rock shallow into your mouth.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs with a wrecked voice. every word makes you clench around nothing.

“Gonna come—fuck, baby. Gonna fill that pretty mouth. Be my good girl and take it all?”

You hum around him. The phone lands somewhere on the couch while he places the lollipop back in the whiskey glass. Both hands in your hair now as his fists tighten around them.

“Fuck—fuck, baby—take it—”

He groans your name like a curse as he spills into your mouth and you swallow instinctively. You stay on your knees panting with lips swollen and shiny, chin messy with spit and him.

His thumb traces your bottom lip. “Come here.”

He hauls you up, wrapping around you, pulling you into his lap so you’re straddling him again. His mouth crashes into yours immediately- kissing you deep, tasting himself on your tongue.

“Gonna fuck you so good,” he mutters against your lips, hands already sliding under your hoodie, shoving it up. His fingers hook into the waistband of your pants tugging impatiently. You stand up letting them down.

Before you get back to straddle him, he's flipping you around fast. Your back slams against his chest, ass settling right over his cock. His mouth latching onto the side of your throat, biting down hard enough to make you gasp.

His hand slides between your thighs. Fingers drag slow over the drenched swollen slit. You let out a broken whimper- hips twitching forward into his touch.

“So fucking sensitive,” he murmurs against your neck.

You grind back pressing your ass against his cock, feeling him harden under you again. “No,” he growls, free hand clamping down on your hip to still you. “Need to prep you first, baby. Gonna hurt my girl if I don’t open you up nice.”

Whether drunk or sober, Jungkook has rarely fucked without prepping you, saying you'd get hurt otherwise, which you indeed can't deny because even after all these years you still haven't been accustomed to his size.

Two fingers slide through your folds, gathering all the wetness before pushing both at once.

You let a sharp moan. Your walls clench hard around the intrusion. “So wet, baby.”

He pumps his fingers fast, pressing right against that spot that makes your vision blur. “Jungkoo—” you gasp, head thrown back harder against his shoulder. He gladly sucks a fresh mark into your skin while his fingers fuck into you faster. His thumb finds your clit and your whole body jerks.

Your moans turn into his name- broken and desperate—as the orgasm crashes through you. Your thighs shake violently, hips jerking in uncontrollable little spasms against his palm.

His fingers keep moving gently as he places soft kisses on your shoulder, the side of your neck, then up to your jaw. “Shh, baby,” he murmurs between them, soothing even though he’s still knuckle-deep in you. “I’ve got you."

You’re twitching from the overstimulation, every nerve on fire. Your hand flies down to grab his wrist, fingers wrapping tight around it in a weak attempt to stop him.

You turn in his lap as his fingers slip out- arms looping around his neck for support.

His mouth never leaves you, soothing kisses trail everywhere- your collarbone, the hollow of your throat. One hand slides under the hem of your hoodie tugging it over your head. Your breasts spill free, nipples already hard and aching from everything.

Jungkook dips his head, mouth covering one instantly. Tongue flicks over the peak, then swirls slow circles that make your back arch. You moan needy- fingers flying up to fist in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan against your skin, hips rolling forward instinctively, grinding your still-sensitive core against his cock. He’s fully hard again now, thick and leaking against your thigh.

He switches to the other nipple—while one hand cups the first breast, thumb rolling over the swollen peak.

You moan while your fingers fumble at the buttons of his black shirt. Jungkook shrugs it off. Your hands immediately drags down his chest slow- tracing every ridge, every line of muscle, every coloured tattoos on his arm.

“Wanna ride you,” you breathe out the words for him.

“Yeah?” he leans back a little against the couch. His hands find your hips. “Go on, baby. Take what you want.”

Your fingers wrap around his base as you guide him right to your entrance. The head nudges your folds, before you start to sink down.

You both moan at the same time- broken sounds tangling together. it burns in the best way, filling you up inch by inch until your ass meets his thighs. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder, nails digging into his shoulders.

He rubs a soothing hand up your back down to your spine.

You take your sweet time adjusting to the feeling of him and find a rhythm. Jungkook’s head tips back against the couch. His hands always guiding you.

“Fuck—yeah, just like that,” he praises, voice rough. “Look at you riding me so pretty. My good girl."

You speed up even as your thighs feel burning, breasts bouncing with every movement; Jungkook leans forward to catch one in his mouth again, sucking hard while his hand slides around to grip your ass, spreading you open a little so he can thrust up to meet you.

“Goddamn, baby,” he growls against your nipple. “So tight.”

Your nails rake down his back, definitely leaving red lines over. He hisses, bucking up harder.

The couch creaks under you both, wet sounds mixing with your shared moans.

“Fuck—look at you, my love, my sweetheart.”

One thing you've come to known and loved all these years is that Jungkook is very vocal during sex. And loves to hear you as much. You clench around him at his praises. His mouth drags up your neck. Messy and desperate.

“All mine,” he mutters, hot breath fanning over your skin. “All fucking mine.”

“Speak to me, baby,” he growls biting down on your throat, as he marks you. His tongue soothes the sting right after.

Your head falls back, body trembling as you grind down harder. “Kook—” you gasp, voice cracking. “-yours. All yours. Only yours.”

“Good." His thumb finds your clit.

“Fuck—Jungkook—I'm-” you whimper, nails raking down his back.

He bites your earlobe as he whispers hot against it. “Come for me. Come all over me. Let me hear how much you love being mine.”

He thrusts sharper up into you, meeting every bounce, filling you over and over while his thumb doesn’t let up on your clit.

You moan his name like a prayer as the orgasm rips through you. He follows right after, chasing his own high as he fills you up.

You collapse forward, tears pricking your eyes as your forehead drops to his shoulder, body twitching with aftershocks.

Jungkook holds you tight against him, lips finding your temple, your cheek, your lips. One hand slides up your back, stroking you, while the other cups the back of your head, fingers threading gently through your hair.

“Shh.” he whispers against your temple. “I’m here, baby.”

His hand keeps rubbing your back, warm palm sliding up and down.

“You okay?” he asks quietly. “Too much?”

You manage a small, shaky nod against his shoulder, nuzzling closer as your arms loop around his neck weakly.

He smiles against your hair. “Love you so fucking much. You know that, right?"

He keeps whispering sweet nothings while his hands never stop moving. Your head is tucked under his chin, cheek pressed to the warm skin of his chest. His cock is still inside you- soft now, but he hasn’t made any move to pull out, and neither have you.

“Baby,” he murmurs after a moment.

You hum lazily, nosing into the crook of his neck. “Mmm?”

"Don’t you think it’s time... we should.. you know. After the tour maybe. Make us public.”

You almost still at his words, lifting your head to look at him, to figure if he's drunk talking. but when his eyes meet yours, all you find is an honest confession.

He cups your face with one hand, thumb stroking your cheek so gently. “I don’t want us to be a secret anymore, y/n,” he says. “I want to love you in front of the whole world. Want to hold your hand when we walk somewhere. Want to kiss you whenever I feel like it. Want everyone to know you’re mine and I’m yours.”

You almost whisper out his name, “kook..”, barely there.

He mistakes the hesitation for doubt. His face falls a fraction.

“It’s okay if you don’t want it. I just… I don’t know. I… forget it, never mind—”

You stop him with a kiss- cutting off his ramble.

When you pull back, you keep your forehead pressed to his. “Jungkook,” you say softly. “I..I want it too.”

His eyes search yours. “But.." You swallow, trying to find the words. “I’m scared. It’s a big step.”

“I know, baby. I know,” his hand soothes down your waist. “But you’ve got me. I’m always here. We’ll do it together. Whatever happens, we face it together.”

His nose brushes yours. “I don’t want fans to find out about us directly on our wedding day.”

You swear your heart has never flipped so bad. Heat floods your cheeks so fast you feel dizzy.

Of course, you've talked about the future before. Half-asleep cute whispers about houses, kids, growing old together. Beautiful, dreamy talks.

But bringing up “the wedding” talk in a serious conversation hasn't happened before. and It’s doing things to you. Your eyes sting, feeling overwhelmed from so many ways.

His lips find your cheek as he speaks against it. “What, you don’t want to marry me?”

You swat his chest lightly at his obvious teasing and immediately bury your face in the crook of his neck again, hiding the heat in your cheeks. He chuckles as his arms tighten around you.

One day soon- he thinks.

He’s gonna do it.

Tell the world he’s in love. that he's drowned in love. In you.

Tell them you’re his.

He’ll get to hold you in public. Post a photo of your intertwined fingers.

and kiss you whenever he wants to.

He’ll get to love you out loud.

Soon.

Jungkook presses a lingering kiss to the crown of your head.

He means it.

And he can’t fucking wait.️

[rxnyngs]

nsfw twt links — nct dream edition

haechan showing you how wet he is

drunk jaemin loves having full power over you

jeno having you helpless

jisung finally has free time with you

milking renjun until he cries

mark slowly eating you out

chenle helping his maid clean up

[luvvjayk-deactivated20260713]

34 + 35 - jungkook

⋆˚࿔ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x f!Reader (best friends to lovers, long-distance)

⋆˚࿔ Genre: Smut (18+), Angst, Pining, Friends with Tension/Benefits, Emotional Sexual Tension, Jealousy, Porn with (some) Plot, Reconnection

⋆˚࿔ Rating: Explicit / 18+ / MDNI

⋆˚࿔ Word Count: ~10k+ words

⋆˚࿔ Summary: Years of late-night FaceTime calls with your long-distance best friend Jungkook started as innocent catch-ups… then turned into something else entirely. Instructions. Edging sessions. Filthy praise. You saved every recording—especially the one labeled “34 + 35”. He was never supposed to find it. He was never supposed to fly to Seoul and fuck you like he’s been starving for you since the very first call.

⋆˚࿔ Warnings & Tags: explicit sexual content • heavy smut • long-distance mutual masturbation • FaceTime/phone sex • guided masturbation • dirty talk • praise kink • degradation kink • edging • orgasm denial • multiple orgasms • overstimulation • accidental voyeurism • jealousy • possessive behavior • rough sex • unprotected sex • creampie • multiple creampies • cum play • light impact play (spanking) • choking (light, non-breath-restricting) • hair pulling • nipple play • oral sex references • squirting • marking • no actual poly or cheating but brief date with another man (leads to jealousy trigger) • cum eating (brief, self-tasting)

⋆˚࿔ Additional Notes: This is shameless, plot-light smut with heavy emotional undercurrents. The sex is filthy, drawn-out, and escalates dramatically once they’re in the same room. If degradation, possessiveness, or intense jealousy dynamics bother you, please skip. just completely inspired by 34 + 35 - ariana grande song

The apartment in Gangnam was quiet except for the low hum of the city filtering through the half-open window—neon lights painting faint streaks across YN’s bedroom ceiling. She lay on her stomach across the duvet, phone propped against a stack of pillows, wearing nothing but an oversized black tee that used to be his from high school. It still smelled faintly like cedar and whatever cologne he’d worn back then, even after years of washing. She told herself she kept it for nostalgia. Lies.

The FaceTime ringtone cut through the stillness. She answered on the second one, and there he was: Jungkook in his study across an ocean, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the black ink of his forearm tattoos stark against the white button-down. Behind him, the same orderly chaos—textbooks stacked like architecture, a single desk lamp throwing gold across his sharp jaw and the faint shadow of stubble he hadn’t bothered to shave.

“You look like you’ve already given up on today,” he said first, voice low and rough from a full day of lecturing. He leaned back in the chair, stretching his arms overhead so the shirt pulled tight across his chest and the fabric rode up just enough to show a sliver of toned abdomen. He didn’t fix it. “What time did you even wake up?”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile. “Early enough to regret it. Had a meeting at nine that could’ve been an email. You? Still terrorizing freshmen with derivatives?”

“They terrorize themselves. One kid today asked if the chain rule was named after actual chains. I almost retired on the spot.” He dragged a hand through his hair, mussing it worse. “But yeah, long day. Grading midterms until my eyes crossed. Needed to see a friendly face before I lose my mind completely.”

The words landed softer than he probably meant. YN felt that familiar tug low in her stomach—the one she’d learned to ignore years ago. She shifted, letting the hem of the tee ride higher on her thighs, bare legs stretching across the sheets. His gaze flicked down for half a second. She pretended not to notice.

“You always say that like I’m doing you a favor,” she teased, voice deliberately light. “I’m literally just lying here procrastinating sleep. You’re the one with actual responsibilities.”

“Responsibilities are overrated. I’d trade them for your couch and a bottle of soju right now.” He tilted his head, studying her through the screen. “You’re wearing my old shirt again. Still fits?”

Her pulse skipped. “Barely. I’ve gained… personality since high school.”

“Looks like it fits exactly the way it should.” His tone stayed casual, but the way he said it—slow, eyes lingering on the way the fabric clung to the curve of her breasts—felt anything but. “You always sleep in that thing when you’re stressed. What’s going on?”

She exhaled through her nose, debating how much to give him. “Nothing major. Just… the usual. Swiped on some guy last week. We’re supposed to meet tomorrow. Drinks, maybe dinner if he doesn’t bore me to death in the first twenty minutes.”

Jungkook’s expression didn’t change, but something tightened around his mouth. “Another app casualty. What’s this one’s deal? Finance bro? Gym rat? Trust-fund poet?”

“Software engineer. Nice jawline, decent conversation over text. Claims he can cook. Jury’s still out.” She shrugged, trying to sound indifferent. “Figured I should at least try. Can’t keep living like a nun.”

He made a low sound—half laugh, half something darker. “You’re not a nun. You’re just picky. There’s a difference.”

“Picky, huh?” She arched a brow, rolling onto her side so the tee slipped off one shoulder. The strap of her bralette peeked out, thin black lace against skin. “Says the guy who hasn’t dated anyone longer than three weeks since grad school.”

“I date. I just don’t announce it.” He leaned closer to the camera, elbows on the desk, forearms flexing as he clasped his hands. “And when I do, it’s because they’re worth the time. Not because I’m trying to prove something.”

The jab landed. She felt heat crawl up her neck. “I’m not proving anything. I’m just… curious. Bored. Horny. Pick one.”

His laugh was quiet, almost private. “All three, probably.” He paused, eyes tracing the line of her exposed collarbone. “You ever think maybe you’re looking in the wrong places?”

Her breath caught. For one dangerous second the line between banter and something else dissolved. She could feel the weight of his stare like fingers on her skin.

“And where should I be looking, Professor?” The title came out huskier than she intended.

Jungkook didn’t flinch. If anything, his gaze sharpened. “Somewhere that actually knows you. Someone who doesn’t need an app to figure out what makes you tick.”

Silence stretched, thick and humming. She licked her bottom lip, suddenly hyper-aware of how dry her mouth felt.

“Careful,” she said softly. “That almost sounded like you were volunteering.”

He held her eyes for a long beat. Then the corner of his mouth lifted—just enough. “I don’t volunteer. I get requested.”

Heat flooded her core so fast she had to press her thighs together under the covers. She forced a laugh to cover it. “Cocky much?”

“Confident,” he corrected, voice dropping lower. “There’s a difference.”

She swallowed. “Noted.”

He changed the subject after that—asked about her latest project at work, told her about a ridiculous theorem one of his colleagues was obsessed with—but the undercurrent stayed. Every time he shifted and the light caught the ink curling around his bicep, every time his voice roughened from fatigue, she felt it: the slow, inevitable burn of wanting something she’d convinced herself she could never have.

Later, after they said goodnight and the screen went dark, YN didn’t move for a long time. She lay there staring at the ceiling, thighs still pressed tight, replaying the way he’d looked at her—like he already knew exactly how she’d fall apart under his hands.

She opened the dating app anyway. Swiped right on three more guys she’d probably never message.

Distraction. Always distraction.

But when she finally slid a hand between her legs that night, it wasn’t any of their faces she pictured.

It was his—sharp eyes, low voice, the slow roll of “I don’t volunteer. I get requested” echoing in her head while her fingers circled exactly the way she wished his tongue would. The next few dates blurred together like bad playlist skips—polite small talk over overpriced cocktails, awkward laughs at jokes that weren’t funny, hands brushing too soon or not at all. YN kept swiping anyway, telling herself momentum would eventually drown out the quiet ache that settled in her chest every time Jungkook’s name lit up her screen.

Then came Minho.

Software engineer, thirty-one, profile pictures heavy on gym mirrors and city rooftops. Messages sharp, flirty without trying too hard. He asked real questions, remembered details, made her laugh twice in under ten minutes of texting. When he suggested drinks at a low-lit bar in Itaewon and followed it with “no pressure, but I’d like to kiss you if the vibe’s right,” her stomach flipped in a way it hadn’t in months.

She said yes.

The date itself was good—better than good. Conversation flowed, his hand rested lightly on the small of her back when they walked, and when he leaned in outside the bar to brush his lips against hers, slow and deliberate, she felt the first real pulse of want coil low in her gut. He pulled back just enough to murmur against her mouth, “I’d really like to take you home tonight. Only if you want.”

She wanted. Or thought she did.

But the second the words left his mouth, panic bloomed sharp and cold beneath the heat. She’d had sex before—scattered, fumbling encounters in university that left her more confused than satisfied. She knew the mechanics. She didn’t know herself. Not the spots that made her breath hitch, not the pressure that turned ache into something shattering, not the rhythm her body actually craved. The thought of lying under him, clueless and performing, made her throat close.

She smiled, kissed him again—quick, deflecting—and promised to text about next time. He didn’t push. That made it worse.

Two nights later the humidity in Seoul was suffocating, windows open, fan doing nothing but stir the thick air. YN sprawled on her bed in nothing but black cotton boyshorts and a cropped tank, skin sticky, hair piled messily on top of her head. The FaceTime call connected at 11:47 p.m. her time, 9:47 a.m. his.

Jungkook appeared shirtless.

He must have just finished a workout or a shower; damp strands of black hair clung to his forehead, a towel slung around his neck, droplets tracing slow paths down the ridges of his collarbone, over the dark ink that wrapped his shoulder and spilled across his pec. The desk lamp behind him cast everything in warm amber, turning the sweat on his skin into something almost obscene.

He didn’t bother covering up. Just leaned back in his chair, arms crossed loosely over his chest, biceps flexing without effort.

“You look like you’re melting,” he said, voice still rough from sleep or maybe just the early hour for him. “Air-con broken again?”

“No. Just Seoul trying to kill me.” She shifted, propping herself higher on the pillows so the tank rode up, exposing the soft dip of her waist and the waistband of her shorts. “You look like you just finished filming thirst-trap content for your students.”

He snorted, wiping the towel across his neck. “They’d fail the next quiz if I did. What’s got you up this late? Another date?”

She exhaled, long and slow. The words felt heavier than they should.

“Yeah. Minho. The one I told you about.”

Jungkook’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes sharpened. “The rooftop guy. How’d it go?”

“Good. Really good, actually.” She dragged her teeth over her bottom lip. “He… wants to sleep with me. Asked tonight. I said maybe next time.”

A beat of silence. His jaw ticked once.

“And you’re freaking out because…?”

She laughed, but it came out brittle. “Because I have no idea what I’m doing, Jungkook. Like—zero. I’ve had sex, sure, but it was always… fast. Drunk. Awkward. I don’t even know what I like. Where to be touched. How fast, how hard, if I even get there the normal way. What if I just lie there like a dead fish while he’s expecting some porn-star performance? I’d rather die.”

He didn’t laugh. Didn’t tease. Just watched her through the screen with that steady, dissecting gaze he used when he was solving something complicated.

“You’re not clueless,” he said finally, voice low and even. “You’re just uncharted. There’s a difference.”

Her pulse kicked hard. “Uncharted. Cute metaphor, Professor.”

“Not a metaphor. A fact.” He uncrossed his arms, leaned forward so his face filled more of the frame, tattoos shifting with the movement. “You’ve never mapped it out properly. Never taken the time to figure out what actually makes your breath catch, what makes your hips move on their own, what gets you so wet you can’t think straight.”

Heat exploded under her skin so fast she had to press her thighs together. She tried to keep her voice steady. “And how exactly do I… map it?”

“You experiment.” He said it like it was the most logical thing in the world. “Alone. No pressure, no audience. Start slow—neck, collarbone, the insides of your arms. Then lower. Stomach. Hips. Inner thighs. Tease yourself until you’re aching, then go where the ache leads. Light first. Then firmer. Circles, strokes, taps. Pay attention to what makes your toes curl versus what just feels nice. Build it. Edge it. Learn your own rhythm.”

Every word landed like a slow drag of fingers. She could picture it—his voice in her ear while her hand moved exactly where he described. She swallowed hard.

“You make it sound like a research project.”

“It is.” The corner of his mouth lifted, but his eyes stayed dark. “Hypothesis: certain touches make you soak through your shorts. Test it. Record the results. Adjust variables. Repeat until you know your body better than anyone else ever will.”

She laughed shakily, but it sounded more like a breath. “And then what? Hand him the lab report?”

“No.” His voice dropped lower, almost intimate. “Then when he touches you, you know exactly how to guide his hand. Or tell him to fuck off if he can’t keep up.”

Silence stretched again, heavy with humidity and something else.

She shifted, the movement making the tank slip higher, the underside of her breast almost visible. His gaze flicked down—deliberate this time—then back to her face.

“You’re blushing,” he said quietly.

“It’s hot in here.”

“Sure it is.” He dragged the towel across his chest again, slower this time, like he knew exactly what the motion did to her. “Try it tonight. After we hang up. Start small. See what happens.”

“And report back?” The question came out huskier than she meant.

His smile was slow. Dangerous. “Only if you want extra credit.”

She felt the words settle between her legs like a hand. Her clit throbbed once, traitorous and sudden.

“Noted,” she managed.

They talked for another twenty minutes—work, weather, nothing important—but the undercurrent stayed. Every time he shifted and the light caught the ink on his ribs, every time his voice roughened on a yawn, she felt it coil tighter.

When they finally said goodnight, she didn’t hang up right away. Just watched the screen go dark, heart hammering.

Then she slid her hand down her stomach, past the waistband of her shorts, and did exactly what he’d told her.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Imagining his voice the entire time.

“Light first. Then firmer. See what makes your hips move on their own.”

Her back arched off the bed at the first real press.

She didn’t come that night—not fully—but the edge he’d put her on stayed for hours, humming under her skin like a live wire.

And when she finally drifted off, it was his low, steady “Only if you want extra credit” looping in her head, over and over, until sleep took her.

The weeks bled into each other like ink on wet paper, humid Seoul nights stacking one on top of the next. YN’s dating life stayed lukewarm at best—Minho texted sporadically, suggesting another drink, but she kept pushing it back with vague excuses. The real reason sat heavy in her phone history: longer and longer FaceTime calls with Jungkook that started innocent and ended with her thighs trembling under the sheets.

It began small. One call, she mentioned offhand that the “mapping” experiment had gone… okay. “But I keep getting stuck at the same point. Like my body knows what it wants but won’t tell me the combination.”

Jungkook had been mid-sip of coffee, shirt already gone because “LA decided to hit 38°C today.” The black ink curling over his shoulder and down his ribs caught the morning light filtering through his blinds. He set the mug down slowly.

“Then stop guessing. Be systematic.” His voice was calm, professorial, but lower than usual. “Next time, start at your clit but don’t go straight for it. Circle the hood first—light, barely there. Then drag one finger down the outer lips, back up, repeat. No penetration yet. Just tease until you’re dripping. See how long you can hold off before you crack and press harder.”

She’d laughed, nervous, cheeks burning. “You’re turning this into a fucking flowchart.”

“Precision matters,” he said, eyes locked on hers through the screen. “You want to know what makes you come undone? Then learn the variables.”

That was the first time she kept the camera on while following his instructions.

At first it was clinical—almost. She angled the phone high, so only her face and collarbones showed, the rest hidden under the duvet. Her giggles broke the quiet every time her breath hitched. “This feels ridiculous. I’m literally taking notes from my best friend like he’s my personal sex ed teacher.”

He didn’t laugh back. Just watched, jaw tight. “Keep going. Slower circles. Tell me when the pressure feels good versus when it feels like nothing.”

“Now it’s… better. Shit. Tingling.” Her voice cracked on the last word.

“Good. Stay there. Don’t chase it yet. Breathe through it.” His chest rose and fell visibly, slower than before, nipples dark against taut skin. “Describe it. Exact sensation.”

“Hot. Pulsing. Like everything’s drawing tight but not enough.”

“Then add a second finger. Flat, not pointed. Slide along the sides—never directly on the clit. Edge it. Pull back when you get close.”

She whimpered once—small, involuntary. His hand flexed on the desk, knuckles white.

The next call, she didn’t bother with the duvet. Just a thin silk slip the color of midnight, lace trim barely skimming the tops of her thighs. When she shifted to prop the phone higher, one strap slid down her shoulder. She left it there.

Jungkook appeared shirtless again, this time with sweat beading along his sternum. “You trying to kill the AC or something?” she teased, voice lighter than she felt.

“It’s broken. Again.” His eyes dropped to the fallen strap, lingered, then flicked back up. “Nice slip. New?”

“Impulse buy. Figured if I’m doing ‘homework,’ might as well look the part.” She stretched lazily, back arching so the silk pulled tight across her nipples, visible through the thin fabric. “Your turn. Any updates on the heat wave?”

“Still brutal.” He leaned back, arms spreading along the back of his chair so every line of his torso flexed—abs contracting, the deep V disappearing into low-slung sweats. “You ready for round two?”

“Born ready.” She smirked, but her pulse hammered in her throat.

This time the instructions came slower, more deliberate.

“Legs wider. Let me see how you’re touching.” His voice had dropped an octave. “Show me the rhythm. Slow-motion replay.”

She hesitated only a second before angling the camera lower—still not full exposure, but enough that the silk rode up, revealing the damp patch darkening her black lace boyshorts. She hooked a finger under the fabric, pulled it aside just enough.

“Like this?” She circled her clit with the pad of her middle finger—slow, feather-light.

His breath audibly caught. “Yeah. Exactly like that. Now press a little firmer. Small, tight circles. Count to ten, then stop. Repeat.”

“You’re evil.” But she obeyed, hips lifting off the mattress on the third round. “Fuck… it’s building fast.”

“Don’t come yet.” The command was quiet, almost gentle, but iron underneath. “Edge it twice more. Tell me how close you are each time.”

“Eight… nine… close. Really close.” Her thighs trembled. “Stopping… god.”

“Good girl.” The praise landed like a slap of heat. His hand had disappeared below the frame now—she could see the subtle flex of his forearm, the way his bicep tensed in rhythm. “One more. This time, two fingers inside. Curl them up, press against the front wall. Thumb on your clit. Slow grind.”

She moaned—open, shameless. “Jungkook… I’m gonna—”

“Not yet.” His voice was rougher now, strained. “Hold it. Squeeze around your fingers. Feel how wet you are. Tell me.”

“Soaked. Dripping down my thighs. Please…”

“Please what?”

“Let me come.” It came out desperate, cracked.

He exhaled hard through his nose. “On three. One… two… three. Now.”

Her back bowed off the bed, a broken cry tearing from her throat as the orgasm hit—sharp, blinding, thighs clamping around her own hand. Through the haze she saw him: head tipped back, throat working, the rapid flex of his arm below frame speeding up before he groaned low, body jerking once, twice.

Silence after. Heavy breathing on both ends.

She laughed shakily, dazed. “That… escalated.”

“You escalated it.” His voice was wrecked, eyes half-lidded. “Wearing that slip. Arching like that. You knew what you were doing.”

“Maybe.” She dragged a finger through her own wetness, brought it to her lips—slow, deliberate—tasting herself while holding his stare. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

His jaw ticked. “I didn’t.”

The call ended soon after—mutual goodnights that felt obscene in their politeness—but the shift was permanent now. No more pretending the tension was accidental.

The next night she answered in nothing but lace-trimmed boyshorts and a cropped tank that ended just under her breasts. When she leaned forward to adjust the phone, the hem lifted enough to flash the underside curve.

Jungkook appeared in only black boxer briefs, claiming the apartment was “still a furnace.” The outline of him—thick, half-hard—was impossible to ignore.

“New uniform?” she asked, voice husky.

“Fair’s fair.” He palmed himself once through the fabric—casual, like stretching. “You gonna behave tonight?”

“Never.” She slid a hand down her stomach, fingers dipping under the lace. “What’s the lesson plan, Professor?”

His smile was slow, predatory. “Tonight we work on endurance. You don’t come until I say. And I’m going to make it hurt so good you’ll beg for the numbers.”

She shivered. “Challenge accepted.”

The calls had long since stopped pretending to be casual. Now they were scheduled like appointments—late Seoul nights when the city quieted and his California mornings still carried the haze of sleep. YN answered one humid Thursday in nothing but sheer black lace panties and a cropped silk camisole that ended inches above her navel, the fabric so thin her nipples peaked against it the second the AC kicked on. She propped the phone against pillows, legs bent at the knees, thighs parted just enough that the camera caught the shadow between them.

Jungkook appeared in low gray sweats, no shirt, hair still damp from a shower. The tattoos on his ribs shifted with every slow breath. He didn’t greet her with small talk anymore.

“You’re already wet, aren’t you?” His voice was gravel, eyes dragging down the screen like he could feel the heat radiating off her.

She didn’t deny it. Just hooked a finger under the lace edge and tugged it aside, exposing slick folds to the cool air. “Been thinking about this all day. Couldn’t wait.”

“Show me how much.”

She slid two fingers down, parting herself, letting him see the shine coating her entrance. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped when she brushed her clit—already swollen, hypersensitive from days of edging herself to the memory of his last command.

They pulled up a video together—some soft-lit amateur clip they’d both saved to a shared note. A woman on her knees, mouth working slow and deliberate over a thick cock; the man’s hand gentle in her hair, guiding without forcing. At first they dissected it clinically.

“See how she keeps her tongue flat under the head?” Jungkook’s tone was steady, almost academic. “The pressure’s constant but not aggressive. Builds him up without rushing the finish.”

YN mirrored the motion with her fingers—circling her clit in wide, lazy loops, mimicking the slow drag of tongue. “Like this?”

“Slower.” His voice dropped half an octave. “Make it ache first. Let the need coil so tight you can’t think.”

Her hips rolled forward on instinct. A breathy moan slipped out—soft, testing. His jaw clenched visibly; the outline of his cock thickened against the gray cotton, straining the fabric.

“Fuck… you’re leaking,” he muttered, palming himself once through the sweats—slow, deliberate. “Keep that rhythm. Don’t speed up. Tell me how close.”

“So close… pulsing. God, Jungkook—”

“Stop.”

She froze, fingers hovering, thighs shaking. The denial hit like ice water and fire at once. “You’re cruel.”

“And you love it.” He tugged the waistband down just enough to free himself—thick, flushed, the head glistening. He wrapped a fist around the base, stroking once, eyes never leaving her screen. “Now resume. But match my pace. Slow. Up. Down. Feel every inch of the build.”

They synced without words—her fingers sliding in shallow thrusts, his hand gliding over his length in the same unhurried rhythm. Breathing grew ragged on both ends. The video played on, forgotten; all that mattered was the wet sounds filling the call, the way her clit throbbed under her touch, the flex of his forearm as he worked himself.

Mid-edge, when she was trembling and glassy-eyed, she let the words slip—breathless, teasing.

“What if we tried something like… 34 plus 35?”

He huffed a low laugh, hand still moving. “That’s just 69. Basic addition. You and your weird math jokes.”

The obliviousness sent a fresh gush of wetness between her thighs. She bit her lip hard enough to sting, imagining his mouth on her while she took him deep—tongues and lips and no space for air. The fantasy burned hotter because he didn’t catch it. Didn’t know how badly she wanted to flip positions, straddle his face, grind down while she swallowed him whole.

“Yeah… basic,” she murmured, voice wrecked. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

“Not stopping until you’re shaking.” His strokes sped fractionally—still controlled, but the vein along his shaft stood out stark. “Rub faster now. Small, tight circles. Imagine it’s my tongue instead—flat, pressing, flicking just enough to make you sob.”

She obeyed. Moans turned sharp, desperate. Her free hand gripped the sheet, knuckles white.

“Jungkook—please—”

“Not yet.” His voice cracked on the command. “Hold it. Squeeze around nothing. Feel how empty you are. How much you want to be filled.”

She whimpered—loud, broken. The denial stretched unbearable seconds into eternity.

Then, finally: “Now. Come for me.”

Her body seized—back arching off the bed, thighs clamping around her hand as the orgasm tore through her in brutal waves. She cried out his name, raw and unguarded. On screen, his head fell back, throat working, abs contracting hard as he spilled over his fist in thick, pulsing ropes—groaning low, wrecked.

They stayed like that—panting, spent, screens still open. No rush to speak.

After a long minute, he dragged a hand through his hair, voice hoarse. “You keep pulling that 34 35 shit… one day I’m gonna make you explain it.”

She laughed—shaky, satisfied. “Maybe I will. When you’re ready to solve it properly.”

He smirked, dark and knowing, even if he still didn’t get the subtext.

The tension didn’t break. It only thickened.

The next call came two nights later, no preamble, no casual check-in. YN answered in a sheer white camisole so thin the dark circles of her nipples pressed against the fabric like they were begging to be seen. No bra. No shorts—just black lace panties that rode high on her hips. She sat cross-legged on the bed, phone angled to catch the way the silk clung to the undersides of her breasts when she breathed.

Jungkook appeared shirtless again, but this time the pretense was gone. Gray sweats low on his hips, the thick ridge of his cock already outlined against the cotton before either of them spoke.

“You’re not even trying to hide it anymore,” he said, voice rough, eyes dragging from her chest to the damp spot darkening the lace between her thighs.

“Neither are you.” She shifted, letting her knees fall wider, the camisole strap slipping down one shoulder. “I see the flush on your neck. The way your forearm flexes when your hand disappears. You’re already touching yourself, aren’t you?”

He didn’t deny it. Just palmed the length of himself through the fabric—slow, deliberate. “Hard not to when you show up like that. What do you want tonight?”

“Show me.” Her voice came out breathier than she meant. “Stroke with me. Let me watch.”

A beat of heavy silence. His jaw ticked once, twice. Then he reached for the phone, angled it lower until the camera framed his lap: sweats shoved down just enough, cock thick and flushed in his fist, the head already slick. He gave one slow pump, eyes never leaving hers through the screen.

“Your turn.”

She hooked the lace aside, fingers sliding through her wetness before circling her clit—matching the lazy rhythm he set. Their breathing synced almost instantly: shallow inhales, soft exhales that turned ragged fast.

“Slower,” he commanded, voice gravel-low. “Match me. Feel every drag.”

She obeyed, hips rolling forward on the third stroke. A soft moan slipped out—his name tangled in it. His grip tightened visibly, thumb swiping over the slit, spreading pre-cum. “Fuck… say it again.”

“Jungkook…” She sped up fractionally, testing. “Like this?”

“Exactly like that. Tight circles. Don’t stop.” His strokes grew firmer, forearm flexing with each pull. The wet sounds filled the call—hers slick and obscene, his rougher, fist gliding over skin.

Tension coiled unbearable. She arched, free hand pinching a nipple through the sheer fabric until it ached. “I’m close… god, watching you—”

“Not yet.” His voice cracked on the denial. “Wait for me. Squeeze around your fingers. Imagine it’s mine stretching you instead.”

She whimpered—loud, desperate—but held the edge, thighs trembling. His head tipped back for a second, throat working, abs contracting hard.

“Now.” The word tore out of him.

She shattered first—back bowing, a broken “Jungkook—” spilling from her lips as her orgasm ripped through her, walls pulsing around nothing, slick coating her fingers. Seconds later he followed: low, guttural groan, hips jerking as thick ropes spilled over his fist, painting his stomach.

They stayed connected, panting, screens still open. No rush to speak.

After a long minute he huffed a quiet laugh, wiping his hand on the sheet. “Just friends helping friends, right?”

“Right.” Her voice was wrecked, smile shaky. “Totally platonic.”

The lie hung between them, thinner than the camisole still clinging to her sweat-damp skin.

She didn’t bother fixing the fallen strap next time. He didn’t bother mentioning the heat.

The bar lights were too dim, the music too loud, Minho’s hands too careful. YN tried—god, she tried—to stay present. His mouth on her neck should have felt good; instead it registered as wrong texture, wrong pressure. Every slide of his fingers along her thigh echoed Jungkook’s low “slower… build the ache” in her head. She arched into the touch anyway, chasing the ghost of commands that weren’t his.

They made it to his apartment. Clothes shed in the hallway, bed sheets cool against her back. He settled between her legs, kissed down her stomach, and she closed her eyes—picturing dark ink curling over broad shoulders, a voice rough with control. When his tongue flicked her clit, tentative, she moaned without thinking.

“Jungkook…”

The name slipped out—soft, wrecked, unmistakable.

Minho froze. Pulled back. The silence was louder than the city outside.

“What?” His voice was flat, confused. “Who the fuck is Jungkook?”

She sat up fast, heart slamming. “Shit—Minho, I—”

He was already rolling off the bed, grabbing his boxers. “You’re serious right now? You’re thinking about someone else while I’m—” He gestured between them, face twisting. “Never mind. Just… get dressed.”

The ride home was silent except for the hum of the taxi. She stared out the window, thighs still slick with unspent want, shame burning hotter than arousal ever had.

Next FaceTime, two nights later. She answered in the same silk slip, hair loose, trying for casual. Jungkook appeared shirtless, study lamp casting harsh shadows across his clenched jaw.

“So?” he asked, voice even. Too even. “How’d it go with Minho?”

She forced a smile, light. “It was good. Really good, actually. Your tips worked. I didn’t freeze up or anything.”

His eyes narrowed—sharp, predatory. The flush on his neck wasn’t from heat this time. His hand flexed on the desk, knuckles white. “Glad it helped.” The words came out clipped, smile tight enough to crack.

She felt the shift like a door slamming. He leaned closer, voice dropping. “Tell me exactly how good.”

Her pulse kicked. “Just… good. I came. Twice.”

Something dark flickered across his face—jealousy, raw and unfiltered. He didn’t speak for a long second, just stared, breathing slow and deliberate.

“Twice.” He repeated it like tasting poison, not convinced. “Must’ve been real thorough, then.”

The air between pixels crackled, thick with everything he wasn’t saying.

The FaceTime connected at 1:14 a.m. Seoul time. No hello. No small talk. Jungkook’s face filled the screen—jaw locked, eyes black with something feral, shirt already gone, sweats shoved down just enough to free his cock. It stood thick and flushed in his fist, the head slick from the few strokes he’d already given himself before answering.

“Strip.” The word came out low, guttural. “Everything. Now.”

YN’s breath caught. She was still in the same sheer slip from earlier—thin straps, lace hem barely skimming her ass. Her hands moved before her brain caught up: fingers hooking the straps, sliding them off her shoulders. The silk pooled at her waist, then she pushed it down her hips, kicking it off the bed. Naked. Exposed. Camera angled low enough to show the sheen already coating her inner thighs.

“Legs wide. Let me see how fucking wet you are from lying to me.”

She spread her knees, hooking them over the edge of the mattress. Her pussy glistened under the lamp light—swollen, dripping, clit visibly throbbing. She didn’t touch yet. Waiting for permission like he’d trained her.

“Touch. Slow. Two fingers. Spread yourself open so I can watch.”

She obeyed, parting her folds with trembling fingers. The cool air hit her clit and she whimpered—soft, needy.

“Imagine it’s my mouth instead.” His voice dropped darker, filthy. “My tongue flat against you, dragging up slow, then flicking your clit—sharp, fast, over and over until your hips buck. Then I suck it hard. Pull it between my lips. Teeth grazing just enough to make you cry.”

Her fingers circled faster on instinct. “Fuck… Jungkook—”

“Not yet.” He stroked himself in long, deliberate pulls—base to tip, thumb swiping the slit. “Edge it. Get right to the brink, then stop. You don’t come until I say. You don’t deserve it after letting some other guy think he could make you feel this.”

The jealousy bled through every word—raw, possessive. She moaned louder, fingers plunging inside, curling against that spot he’d taught her. Her thumb worked her clit in tight circles. Heat coiled viciously low in her belly.

“Close… so close—”

“Stop.”

She yanked her hand away with a broken sob. Thighs shaking. Pussy clenching around nothing. “Please… I need—”

“Greedy little bitch.” He sped up his strokes—wet sounds loud through the speaker. “Again. Same pace. Imagine me pinning your thighs open, tongue fucking into you while my fingers rub your clit. You’re dripping down my chin and you still can’t come.”

Second edge. She got there faster—body already primed, desperate. Back arching, moans turning sharp and frantic.

“Stop.”

She cried out—frustrated, wrecked. Tears pricked her eyes. “Jungkook, I can’t… please—”

“One more.” His voice cracked with restraint. “Then you get to come like the filthy slut you are. For me. Only me.”

Third time she didn’t hold back. Fingers thrusting deep, palm grinding against her clit. The pressure built unbearable—hot, liquid, unstoppable.

“Now.” He growled it. “Come. My filthy slut—come all over your hand while I watch you fall apart.”

She shattered. Hard. Back bowing off the bed, a choked scream tearing from her throat as her pussy spasmed, gushing slick in messy pulses that soaked the sheets beneath her. Legs trembling uncontrollably. His name spilled from her lips again and again—raw, reverent.

On screen, Jungkook’s head fell back. Abs clenched. Hand flying over his cock. “Fuck—YN—” He came with a low, broken growl—thick ropes spilling over his fist, painting his stomach, dripping down his knuckles. His whole body jerked with it, chest heaving.

They stayed there—panting, wrecked, screens still open. No words for a long minute.

Then he dragged a hand through his hair, voice rough but softer. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She laughed shakily, dazed. “More than okay.”

He didn’t know the red recording light had blinked on in the corner of her laptop the second the call connected. Didn’t know she’d angled the phone just right to capture every filthy command, every moan, every drop. The file saved automatically.

Named: 34 + 35

The conference email had landed in Jungkook’s inbox three days earlier—some last-minute panel on applied mathematics at Seoul National University. He’d booked the flight without overthinking it, telling himself it was just work. The fact that it put him in the same city as her for forty-eight hours was incidental. Convenient. Nothing more.

He texted her from Incheon Airport: “In Seoul till Sunday. Dinner tomorrow? Your place?”

Her reply came fast: “Yes. Bring nothing but yourself. I’ll order jjajangmyeon.”

When he knocked on her door the next evening, the hallway smelled like rain and fried food. She opened it barefoot, in loose cotton shorts and a thin tank top that clung just enough to remind him of every pixel he’d stared at for months. Her hair was messy, face bare except for a swipe of gloss. She smiled—easy, familiar—and pulled him into a hug that lasted one heartbeat too long.

“You’re taller than I remember,” she mumbled against his shoulder.

“You’re smaller.” He squeezed once before letting go, inhaling the faint citrus of her shampoo. “Or maybe I just missed you.”

They ate cross-legged on her living room floor, containers spread between them like old times. Laughter came easy—stories about his chaotic undergrads, her office drama, the way Seoul felt smaller now that he was back in it. Every time their chopsticks clinked or their knees brushed under the low table, the air tightened. She caught him staring at the curve of her neck when she tipped her head back to laugh. He noticed the way her thighs pressed together when he leaned in to wipe a smear of black bean sauce from her chin with his thumb.

“You’ve got sauce… right here.” His voice stayed low, casual. His thumb lingered a second longer than necessary, pressing just enough to feel her pulse jump.

“Thanks.” She licked her bottom lip after, eyes flicking to his mouth. “Can’t have you thinking I’m a messy eater.”

“I already know you are.” The words came out darker than he meant. She didn’t flinch—just held his gaze until the moment stretched thin and hot.

They cleaned up in comfortable silence, shoulders brushing in the tiny kitchen. When she bent to load the dishwasher, the hem of her shorts rode up, exposing the soft crease where thigh met ass. He looked away too late. She straightened, smirking like she’d caught him.

“Couch is yours tonight,” she said, tossing him a spare blanket. “Unless you want the floor. Professor’s choice.”

“Couch is fine.” He caught the blanket, fingers brushing hers. “I don’t plan on sleeping much anyway.”

She paused in the doorway to her bedroom, one hand on the frame. “Jet lag?”

“Something like that.”

Her eyes dropped to his mouth, then lower—quick, deliberate—before she disappeared down the hall. “Night, Jungkook.”

“Night.”

The apartment went quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and distant traffic. He tried to sleep. Tried scrolling his phone, staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the plaster. Nothing worked. The undercurrent from dinner still buzzed under his skin—every glance, every accidental touch replaying like a loop he couldn’t pause.

Around 2:37 a.m. he gave up. Sat up on the couch, blanket pooled around his waist. Her laptop sat open on the coffee table, screen dark except for a single glowing file icon in the middle of the desktop. Paused. Title: 34 + 35.

Curiosity—sharp, insistent—won.

He reached over, tapped the trackpad. The video resumed without warning.

His own voice filled the dim living room, low and filthy.

“Imagine my mouth instead—tongue flicking your clit, sucking hard.”

The camera angle was perfect: her on the bed, legs spread wide, fingers buried deep, back arched so hard her breasts lifted toward the ceiling. Sweat glistened on her skin. Her moans were desperate, broken—“Please… Jungkook, I can’t—”

His stomach dropped. Cock twitched instantly, thickening against the soft cotton of his sweats. He should have closed it. Should have shut the laptop, walked away, pretended he hadn’t seen.

He didn’t.

Instead he dragged the volume slider up a notch. Watched himself on screen—shirtless, hand working his length in brutal rhythm while he commanded her.

“Not yet, you greedy little bitch—hold it.”

Her body jerked at the denial, thighs trembling, a thin string of slick connecting her fingers to her entrance. She sobbed his name again—raw, pleading. Then the permission came.

“Now. Come. My filthy slut—come all over your hand while I watch you fall apart.”

She shattered. Back bowing off the mattress, a choked scream ripping out as she gushed—messy, uncontrollable pulses soaking the sheets beneath her. Her hips bucked like she was riding his face, his cock, anything to chase the aftershocks. On screen, his groan followed seconds later—low, wrecked—thick ropes spilling over his fist.

Jungkook’s breathing turned shallow. He was rock-hard now, painfully so, the head of his cock leaking against the fabric. He palmed himself once—slow, testing—through the sweats. The friction sent a jolt straight up his spine.

He replayed the last thirty seconds. Her face when she came—eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream, his name falling from her lips like prayer. Again. The sound of her squirting, wet and obscene. Again. His own voice growling “my filthy slut” like ownership.

His hand slipped under the waistband. Wrapped around himself. One slow stroke—base to tip—spreading pre-cum. Another. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep quiet, eyes glued to the screen where she was still trembling through aftershocks, fingers still inside herself, milking every last pulse.

The video looped back to the beginning. “Strip. Everything. Now.”

He sped up—fist tight, rhythm matching the frantic pace he’d set on cam months ago. His abs clenched, breath coming in harsh pants. The couch creaked under him. He didn’t care. All he could see was her—writhing, begging, coming undone because of him. For him.

He imagined walking into her room right now. Waking her with his mouth between her thighs. Making her come again—real this time, not pixels. Making her say his name while he fucked her through it, slow and deep, until she couldn’t remember anyone else’s.

The edge hit fast. Too fast. He groaned low—her name tangled in it—hips jerking as he spilled over his fist, hot and thick, soaking his sweats and the blanket. His whole body shuddered with it, vision blurring for a second.

Silence rushed back in. The video kept playing—her soft whimpers fading into heavy breathing.

The apartment was still dark except for the blue glow spilling from the laptop on the coffee table. YN had woken with a dry throat, the sheets tangled around her legs, body still humming from dreams she couldn’t quite shake. She padded barefoot down the hallway in the tiniest sleep slip she owned—black silk, barely grazing the tops of her thighs, thin straps already slipping off her shoulders, no bra, no panties. Just skin and want.

She stopped dead in the doorway to the living room.

Jungkook was sitting on the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, staring at the screen. The video was paused on a single frame: her own face mid-orgasm, mouth open in a silent scream, his voice frozen mid-sentence somewhere off-camera. “My filthy slut—come all over your hand while I watch you fall apart.” The timestamp glowed in the corner. He’d watched the whole thing. Multiple times, judging by the way his breathing was still uneven, the obvious ridge straining against his sweats.

He didn’t flinch when he saw her. Just lifted his gaze slowly—dark, unreadable, pupils blown wide.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” she whispered, voice cracking on the last word.

He stood. Slow. Deliberate. Every inch of the movement predatory, like a predator deciding the chase was over.

“Why keep it?” His voice was low, rough from lack of sleep and something darker. He took one step toward her. “Why label it ‘34 + 35’ and leave it right there on your desktop like a fucking invitation?”

She swallowed hard. The air between them felt flammable. “Because…” Her back hit the wall as he closed the distance. “Because when you’re gone—when it’s just me and the silence—it gets me off harder than anything else. Hearing you call me your slut. Watching you lose control because of me. I replay it until I can’t breathe. Until I come so hard I cry.”

The confession hung there—raw, shameless.

Something snapped in his expression. Not anger. Hunger. Pure, unfiltered need.

He crossed the last two strides in a heartbeat. One hand slammed against the wall beside her head; the other fisted the front of her slip and yanked her forward. Their mouths crashed together—rough, desperate, no preamble. His tongue pushed past her lips immediately, claiming, tasting the faint mint of her toothpaste and the lingering sweetness of the jjajangmyeon from earlier. She moaned into it—loud, broken—fingers digging into his bare shoulders, nails biting skin.

He tasted like coffee and restraint finally gone.

He spun her so her front pressed to the wall, cheek against cool plaster. The slip rode up instantly, exposing her ass. His erection ground against her from behind—thick, hot, insistent—while his free hand dragged up her thigh, bunching the silk until it bunched at her waist.

“You’ve been getting off to me for months,” he growled against her ear, teeth grazing the shell. “Fucking yourself raw to my voice while I was on the other side of the world, clueless. You think I’m not gonna make you pay for that?”

“Please,” she gasped, hips pushing back against him instinctively. “I need it. Need you.”

“You’ll get it.” His hand slid between her legs—two fingers plunging straight into her soaked heat without warning. She cried out, knees buckling. He caught her around the waist, holding her upright. “So fucking wet already. Dripping down your thighs just from watching me watch you. Pathetic.”

He pumped his fingers once, twice—curling hard against that spot that made her vision white—then pulled out. She whimpered at the loss.

“On your knees.”

She dropped without hesitation, carpet burning her skin. He shoved his sweats down; his cock sprang free—heavy, flushed, the head already slick with pre-cum. She opened her mouth automatically, tongue out, but he fisted her hair instead, tilting her head back.

“Not yet.” He stroked himself once—slow, deliberate—letting the tip drag across her bottom lip, smearing wetness. “You don’t get to taste until I’ve had mine.”

He hauled her up by the hair, spun her again, bent her over the back of the couch so her ass was high, chest pressed to the cushions. The slip was rucked up around her waist now—useless. He kicked her feet wider.

“Look at you.” His palm cracked against her ass—sharp, stinging. She jolted, moaning. “Ass up, pussy dripping, begging for it like the greedy little slut you are.”

Another slap. Harder. The sound echoed. Her skin bloomed red instantly.

“Say it.”

“I’m your greedy little slut,” she gasped, voice wrecked. “Please—fuck me. I need your cock.”

He didn’t tease. Didn’t ease in. One brutal thrust and he was buried to the hilt—thick, stretching her open in one go. She screamed—half pain, half pleasure—nails digging into the couch fabric.

“Fuck—tight,” he groaned, hips snapping forward again. “Been dreaming about this cunt for months. Squeezing me like you were made for it.”

The pace was merciless from the start—deep, punishing strokes that slapped skin against skin, his balls hitting her clit with every thrust. One hand wrapped around her throat from behind—not choking, just possessive—fingers pressing just enough to make her head spin. The other cracked down on her ass again, then again, turning it bright red.

“This what you wanted?” he growled, pace brutal. “Me fucking you raw while my voice still echoes in your head? While you’re still clenching around the memory of my fingers?”

“Yes—god, yes—” She was babbling now, words slurring. “Harder. Deeper. Mark me. Make me yours.”

He pulled out suddenly—leaving her empty, aching—and flipped her onto her back on the couch. Legs spread wide, slip torn at one strap so one breast spilled free. He hooked her knees over his shoulders, folded her in half, and slammed back in—deeper angle, hitting that spot relentlessly.

“Look at me.” His hand gripped her jaw, forcing her eyes to his. “You don’t get to close them. You watch while I ruin you.”

She obeyed—eyes glassy, lips swollen. He fucked into her harder, thumb finding her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles.

“Come,” he ordered, voice raw. “Come on my cock like you came for the video. Scream my name. Let the whole fucking building know who owns this pussy.”

The command tipped her over. She shattered—back arching off the cushions, walls clamping down so hard he groaned like it hurt. A gush of wetness coated them both; she sobbed his name—“Jungkook—fuck—Jungkook—”—over and over as wave after wave ripped through her.

He didn’t stop. Kept pounding through it—chasing his own edge—until his rhythm stuttered. “Gonna fill you,” he snarled against her mouth. “Gonna come so deep you’ll feel me for days.”

One last brutal thrust and he buried himself to the hilt, spilling inside her—hot, thick pulses that made her clench again, milking him dry. His forehead dropped to hers, both of them shaking, sweat-slick, breathing like they’d run miles.

For a long minute, neither moved. The laptop was still open—video long since ended, screen dark. The room smelled like sex and sweat and something possessive neither of them wanted to name yet.

He pulled out slowly—watching his cum leak from her swollen entrance, mixing with her own wetness. She whimpered at the loss.

“Stay,” he murmured, voice softer now. He scooped her up—legs around his waist—and carried her to the bedroom. Laid her on the sheets still warm from her earlier sleep.

He stripped the ruined slip off her completely, then shed his sweats. Climbed in beside her, pulling her back to his chest, one arm banded around her waist, the other sliding between her thighs to cup her possessively.

“We’re not done,” he whispered against her ear, already half-hard again against her ass. “Not even close.”

She shivered, pressing back into him. “Good.”

The city lights flickered through the curtains. Dawn was still hours away.

And neither of them was sleeping tonight.

The bedroom door barely clicked shut before Jungkook had her back on the mattress—face-down, ass up, still leaking his first load down her thighs. He didn’t give her time to catch her breath. One hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pinning her chest to the sheets; the other guided his cock back inside her in one long, punishing slide. She gasped—raw, oversensitive walls fluttering around him.

“Thought we were done?” he murmured against her ear, hips already rolling in slow, deep circles that dragged every ridge along her front wall. “We’re just getting started.”

He fucked her like that for long minutes—lazy but brutal, grinding so deep she felt him in her stomach. Then he pulled out, flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his elbows, and folded her in half again. Missionary this time, but slower. Deeper. Every thrust deliberate, eyes locked on hers the entire time. No words—just the wet slap of skin, her sharp inhales, his low grunts when she clenched around him. Sweat beaded on his brow, dripped onto her collarbone. She reached up, nails raking down his chest, leaving red trails over ink.

“Look at me,” he ordered when her eyes fluttered shut. “Watch while I fill you again.”

She did. Held his stare through the next orgasm—hers first, walls pulsing so hard he groaned like it hurt. Then his—hips stuttering, cock throbbing as he pumped another hot load deep inside her, so much it leaked out around him when he finally stilled.

They didn’t stay there long.

He carried her to the living room floor—rug burning her back as he laid her down, spread her thighs wide, and sank back in from above. Reverse this time: she straddled him facing away, ass bouncing as she tried to ride. He didn’t let her control it. Hands clamped on her hips, yanking her down hard onto every upward thrust, setting a punishing rhythm. His palm cracked against her ass—once, twice—until the skin glowed red again.

“Bounce harder,” he growled. “Show me how bad you wanted this.”

She obeyed—hips rolling, back arching, moans turning into sharp cries every time he bottomed out. He reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast circles until she came again—shaking, gushing around his cock, soaking his thighs. He followed seconds later, spilling inside her with a low “Fuck—take it all.”

Next was the wall—her back slammed against it, legs wrapped tight around his waist, arms locked around his neck. He fucked her standing, gravity driving him deeper with every snap of his hips. One hand braced beside her head; the other gripped her throat—not choking, just possessive pressure that made her eyes roll. She bit his shoulder to muffle her screams when the next orgasm hit. He bit her neck in return—hard enough to bruise—growling against her skin as he came again, flooding her until it dripped down her thighs and onto the hardwood.

They stumbled to the kitchen. He lifted her onto the counter—cold granite shocking her overheated skin. Legs spread wide, heels hooked on the edge. He stepped between them, thrust back in without warning, pace brutal again. The sound of skin slapping echoed off the tiles.

“You’re dripping everywhere,” he rasped, watching his cock disappear into her over and over. “My cum, your cum—such a filthy fucking mess.”

He reached past her, yanked open the drawer she kept her toys in—the one he’d once casually recommended she buy from during one of their calls. The small bullet vibrator landed in his palm. He clicked it on—low buzz filling the room—then pressed it straight to her swollen clit.

“No—Jungkook—too much—”

“You’ll take it.” He kept thrusting—deep, steady—while the vibrations wrecked her. “Come again. Milk me dry.”

She shattered almost instantly—sobbing, thighs shaking uncontrollably, walls spasming so hard he cursed under his breath. He didn’t stop the toy. Kept it pressed firm while he fucked her through another, then another—orgasms stacking until tears streamed down her cheeks, pleasure so sharp it bordered pain. When he finally came again—growling her name, hips jerking—he pulled out just enough to watch the last creampie leak out, mixing with her slick on the counter.

Dawn was bleeding pink through the curtains by the time they made it back to the bed. Bodies slick with sweat, cum, and exhaustion. They collapsed—her sprawled across his chest, his arm banded around her waist like he was afraid she’d disappear.

No grand declarations. No whispered I-love-yous. Just heavy breathing and the faint scent of sex hanging thick in the air.

He reached for the sheet, dragged it over them, then used a corner to gently wipe the sweat and mess from between her thighs. His touch was careful now—almost tender. He traced the fresh hickey blooming on her neck with his thumb, low chuckle rumbling in his chest.

“Fucked you stupid,” he murmured, voice wrecked.

She laughed—hoarse, spent. “Worth it.”

His eyes drifted to the laptop still open on the nightstand. The file name glowed in the dim light: 34 + 35.

He quirked a brow, thumb still stroking her skin. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She shifted—slow, deliberate—until she was straddling his hips again. His cock—still half-hard—twitched against her slick folds. She leaned down, lips brushing his, voice a soft, filthy whisper.

“Means I wanna 69 with you.”

She kissed him then—slow, deep, tongues sliding together like they had all the time in the world. He smirked against her mouth, hands sliding down to grip her ass—fingers digging in, pulling her flush so her wet heat dragged along his length.

“Noted,” he said, voice dark with promise. “But next time? You’re gonna beg for it properly.”

She rolled her hips once—teasing, testing. “Challenge accepted.”

The city outside woke slowly. Inside, they stayed tangled—marked, wrecked, irreversibly changed.

No going back.

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A/N :

hi hi… i’m finally back after almost six months and i return with something very different from my usual style 👀

this one-shot is mostly smut very fast paced with a very light plot, heavily inspired by me looping 34+35 by ariana grande way too many times and honestly… i had way too much fun writing it.

if you enjoyed it, please show some love — reblogs, likes, comments, all of it really helps more than you know <3

i’ll be focusing on one-shots for a while as i get back into my rhythm before diving into series again. if you’d like to be tagged in future works, check out my taglist and let me know ♡

thank you for being here. truly.

thank you again for reading. really. it means a lot. ♡

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⇢a collection of short stories | 1-2 chapters long.

One more time {ongoing}

You and Jungkook have been broken up for six months and the two of you have to co-parent your daughter. You may or may not still have feelings for him...

genre – parents au, exes to lovers, fluff, smut.

pairing – Jungkook X female reader.

Apologise first {complete}

You and your boyfriend have a little argument, so he suggests something filthy and demented to decide who has to apologise first.

genre – mutual pining, smut, fluff.

pairing – jungkook x fem reader.

⇢ a collection of longer stories | 3+ chapters long.

Not just a hookup {on hold for a short, little while}

You and the college's fuckboy have a one-night stand and now he can't seem to get enough of you.

genre – college au, one-night stand, fwb, secret pining.

pairing – Fuck boy Jungkook X Nerd female reader.

Wanna be yours {ongoing}

You haven't seen your best friend's younger brother in over four years. And when you do, you realise that he's not some kid anymore...

genre – Secret pining, best friend's brother, fluff.

pairing – Jungkook X older female reader.

Just a trend {ongoing}

On a random date night with Jungkook, you decide to do the viral Kiss your best friend trend on him to see his reaction.

genre – secret admiration, best friends au, fluff, smut.

pairing – Jungkook X female reader.

Into you {ongoing}

Jungkook is your older brother's best friend who you've been secretly pining over for years, not knowing that he may reciprocate those feelings for you...

genre – brother's best friend au, fluff, smut.

pairing – jungkook x female reader.

coming soon.

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