Summary: After sparking a sinful conversation on a dating app, you vow to yourself that you won’t give in to more the notorious college fuckboy Jeon Jungkook might have to offer. That is, until he rings your doorbell just one night later – and it’s truly not your fault that he’s so damn hard to resist.
➵ pairing: Jungkook x female reader
➵ rating: 18+
➵ genre:classmates to lovers, college!au; fluff, smut
➵ warnings: sexual tension, flirting/teasing/provoking, banter, a dating app :’), she has a crush on him but won’t admit it, grumpy roommate joon, crack dialogue, fuckboy!jk who wears glasses in class, idk that much about pharmacy i apologise; explicit sexual content: sexting, he makes her horny in public, petnames !!, fingering, edging, oral (f. & m. rec.), dom and big cawk jk wbk, he’s SO cocky, spanks (ass & clit ones), some choking, praising, messy but protected sex, she swallows his load <3, jk rlly loves her ass <3
➵ word count: 12.6k
➵ a/n: been itching to write a lighthearted college au for so long and here we gooo !! @missgeniality thank you for enduring me and making this better and for not k*lling me yet, love thou, kitty <33 enjoy y’all – feedback is always appreciated !! <3
MASTERLIST | WIPS
“What’s with the constant yelling on this goddamn campus?”
This Halloween, your boyfriends Taehyung and Jungkook have planned the ultimate surprise, bringing your darkest fantasy to life. They have become Ghostface, the killer from your favorite horror movie, and dick hunt you down.
contains: reader gets chased and kidnapped, knife play, reader resists and says no, filthy dirty sex, double penetrating in pussy, riding, missionary, orgasm denial, crying cause it feels so good, praise, reader gets called slut/whore, threesome, hard fucking, face fucking, drooling
Admin note: this was an idea by one of my anons so credits to them :) this is so fucking dirty beware
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You know this is part of the game. You know that. But god, they make it feel so real.
The city was quiet as you ran through the streets, trying to shake them off. You dove into small alleyways, hid behind trash containers, even hid in someone’s backyard…
You duck behind an old oak tree, pressing your palm against the rough bark, trying to silence your heavy breathing. A leaf crunches somewhere to your left. Then another to your right.
The ghostface, two of them.
“No—” The word leaves your lips as hands grab your wrists. You twist and turn, screaming. Their grips only tighten on you, and you manage to make them let go when you dug your teeth into your skin. You spin around and start to run through the park.
You could feel it in your body, you were starting to grow tired.
Then, your foot catches on a raised root, and you fall forward. You try to catch yourself, but your arms give out and you land flat on your face. A soft groan leaves your lips, and you roll over onto your back.
The two ghostfaces stand over you, knives glinting in the faint moonlight. One leans down, the mask so close you could see the warped reflection of your own terrified face in it. The blade presses against your throat and you freeze as you look up at them with pleading eyes.
“Please… let me go.” You whimper.
One of them raises a knife. You shut your eyes tight, waiting for the end…
Then, the ground under you disappears as you’re lifted up and thrown over one of their shoulders. You flail, legs kicking uselessly in the air, fists pounding against a back that's all muscle. “Put me down!”
And they do.
The other popped open the car trunk and you were thrown in. Your wrists and ankles were tied with ropes and a thick piece of duct tape was pressed against your lips before the trunk shut.
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“How troublesome, making us chase you all around town.” One of them, who you recognized as Jungkook, said.
You were now on a bed, in some what appeared to be, an abandoned warehouse. Your wrists tied to the headboard, completely vulnerable to the two men. The other, Taehyung approached you, sitting on the side of the bed.
“I think that made you wet, didn’t it?” He chuckled, the tips of his fingers trailing up your thigh. “I bet you loved it. You’re a little slut for horror movies, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not!” You protested, instinctively keeping your legs together.
“No? Then if I stick my hand in your panties, you won’t be wet?” Taehyung taunted, leaning in to whisper in your ear.
“D-don’t touch me!” You tried to pull away, but your wrists were tied too tightly.
Taehyung’s fingers danced along the waistband of your pants. “You can say no all you want, princess. Your body tells a different story.”
Then, he slipped his hand inside your panties. His long fingers easily found your clit, rubbing slow circles against it. A moan slipped past your lips.
“Wet. Soaking. Wet.” Taehyung dragged his fingers up and down your vulva, feeling the wetness around his fingers. “Even your panties are drenched, slut.” He turned to Jungkook. “Look.” He gripped onto the waistband of both your pants and panties, and ripped them off you, before his fingers dug into your ankles and he forced your legs wide open. “Look how soaking wet she is.”
Jungkook whistled at the sight, scooting closer to you, two fingers sliding into you without warning.
A sharp gasp escaped you. “Ah—Jungkook—”
“Who?” He shrugged. “Jungkook can’t save you from what we will do to you.” He pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling them just right to make your back arch off the bed. “That’s right, don’t fight against it. You love it, we know you do.” As Jungkook fingered you, Taehyung went to cut off your top. The cold steel of the knife brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he sliced through the fabric. You were completely naked now.
Taehyung leaned down, pulling his mask up slightly, as his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking on it as he played with your other boob with his free hand. Jungkook added another finger, stretching you further.
“Ah, don’t—“ You moaned. “Please, please stop—”
They ignored your pleas.
Taehyung’s tongue flickered over your nipple before his tongue dragged across your breast, then moving to the other, making sure your chest was wet from his tongue.
Jungkook’s thumb ran circles around your clit as his fingers continued to pump into you at a relentless pace.
“How about you show us how well you take cock?” Taehyung challenged, now gripping onto your breasts, causing you to whine. He didn’t wait for you, he just whipped out his cock.
You shook your head, but he dug his fingers into your cheeks, making your mouth open wide. He slid into your mouth, not giving you any time to adjust, pushing himself deep until you gagged. He set a brutal pace, fucking your face as Jungkook’s fingers continued between your legs.
You groaned as his cock stuffed your mouth, sliding in and out of your mouth at a rapid speed, your eyes tearing up but you still took it.
Taehyung pulled out, slapping his cock against your cheek. “You love cock, don’t you?”
“Yes.. I love cock.” You admitted.
“Good girl.” Taehyung praised you. “Suck on it then, show me how much you love it.” And you did.
As your head bobbed back and forth on Taehyung's length, Jungkook pulled his fingers out, replacing them with the head of his cock. He pushed in, slow and steady, stretching you inch by inch.
You greedily spread your legs as far as you could, desperate for more. He buried himself into you all the way, letting you adjust around his cock. Then, he started to move, slowly, savoring how your soft and warm walls squeezed his cock so well.
Taehyung’s precum started to spill from your mouth, running down in all sorts of directions. At the sight, Taehyung groaned, pushing your head down further.
Jungkook picked up the pace, hips snapping against yours, the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room.
Taehyung’s cock popped out of your mouth, finally freeing your mouth, soft rapid gasps escaped your lips as Jungkook fucked into you. Jungkook’s grip tightened on your hips as he pounded into you.
“Fucking hot— look at that those tits jiggle— shit.” Jungkook’s fingers dug into your hips more as his cock dug in and out of you.
“I know.” Taehyung hummed, pressing his thumb onto your clit, hard. You could feel your clit trapped in between Jungkook’s cock and Taehyung’s thumb, causing a pressure that made your mouth stay wide open, your tongue resting over your bottom lip.
Jungkook hissed, he was practically bouncing as he slammed his cock into you, your body bounced up and down with him at the strength he was pounding into you.
“Pussy so good, can’t believe it’s free, could do this all day, so fucking good.” Jungkook’s words tumbled out, feeling himself lose control.
“Look, look how good your pussy is taking him.” Taehyung’s hand propped your head up slightly, forcing you to look down to watch Jungkook’s cock disappear into your body, over and over again. “See that?”
You whimpered in response.
You took in the sight of you and Jungkook’s bodies connecting; his cock glistening with your wetness as he pulled out, then disappearing back inside with a rough thrust. Your lips clung around his cock, moving with him with each entry and exit.Oh and you were so wet, seriously, a pool of wetness had formed under your ass from the constant dripping.
It was such a dirty sight. So, so dirty.
And it drove you wild.
You were so close. The coil in your stomach tightened more and more with each of Jungkook’s thrusts.
“Cum…” Was all you could say.
“No.” Jungkook replied, pulling out completely, denying your orgasm.
You whined, about to protest but Taehyung stuffed your mouth with his fingers, shushing you. “Don’t be greedy, now. You’ll get what you want.”
“That’s right.” Jungkook joined. “You don’t get to cum until we tell you you can.” He said as he undid the rope around your wrists. Your arms immediately fell to your sides, feeling sore.
“Come here. Ride this cock. And you better not cum.” Taehyung commanded, laying flat on the bed, pulling you onto him.
The sudden change made the room spin around you for a little bit, before your focus shifted back to the man underneath you.
You obeyed, sinking your hips down as Jungkook kept Taehyung’s erection in place as you lowered yourself onto him. A soft groan left your lips as your walls stretched around him again. Taehyung’s hand gripped onto your hips, guiding you to move back and forth.
You left out a shaky moan as you rode him. This all felt so dirty, but you just couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop.
Taehyung’s face wasn’t staring back up at you, but instead Ghostface did, a shiver ran down your spine as you rode him, the masked face making your arousal skyrocket. Not one but two ghost faces were using you in some twisted fantasy of yours, but you didn’t know if that fact was hotter, or the fact that both your boyfriends agreed to do this for you.
Jungkook’s hands found your breasts, kneading them, pulling and pinching your nipples. “You look so good riding him.” he praised. “Like you were made for this cock.”
You moaned at his words, riding Taehyung a little faster now.
“Such a good little slut for us, aren’t you?” He kissed your neck, sucking on it as he squeezed your breasts. The plastic mask dragged across your skin as he kissed your neck, causing you to shiver.
A gasp left your lips as Taehyung smacked your ass.
“Twerk on it for me, Princess. Show me what you can do.”
And you did.
You lifted your hips and began to twerk on him, your ass jiggling as you did. The sound of your ass smacking against Taehyung’s thighs echoed throughout the room.
Taehyung groaned, arching his back as he gripped onto your thighs,
“Fuck yes, just like that.”
“So hot.” Jungkook’s hand traveled to your throat, squeezing it lightly as he kissed you. You whimpered against his lips.
“You’re doing so well….” Jungkook whispered against your lips. “Such a good girl for us.”
Fuck, getting fucked by ghostface shouldn’t make you this horny, but it did.
Taehyung could tell that you were growing tired, and he took the lead, planting his feet on the mattress firmly before he started to thrust up into you, the head of his cock hitting your good spot with each thrust. You let out a strangled moan, your body trembling with pleasure.
“Taehyung! Ah—”
“Who?” Taehyung chuckled. “Ghostface is fucking you now, darling. Not Taehyung.”
Your walls clenched around Taehyung’s cock at his words. You were so close, the coil in your stomach tightening, threatening to snap at any second. You were panting heavily, your body trembling with anticipation.
“Please… I need to cum…”
“Not yet.” Taehyung thrusted into you so hard that your body bounced up and down his cock, you had to hold onto Jungkook to keep your balance or else you’d fall.
You were going to lose your mind at how good it felt.
The two ghostfaces looked at each other, before Jungkook moved behind you, pushing you forward so you were now lying on top of Taehyung. You panted against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, still thrusting into you.
“You want to cum, don't you?" Jungkook’s voice sounded from behind you. “Then, cum.” He lined up his cock, pressing into you.
The stretch was overwhelming, your mind going blank as you were filled by both of them. The two men inside you made you feel so stuffed. You cried out, your nails digging into Taehyung’s shoulders as Jungkook began to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed, matching Taehyung’s rhythm.
They found a steady rhythm, moving in perfect sync, a relentless joint attack on your pussy.
“Look at that, dirty pussy handles two cocks at the same time so well.” Jungkook laughed from behind you. “Do you like that?”
“Like… so full…cock..” You babbled, your eyes rolling back as you got lost in the pleasure. Drool dripped from the corner of your mouth.
“Such a mess.” Taehyung cooed, wiping the drool from your chin with his thumb.
Then, the two of them took turns, one would pull out almost completely while the other thrusted deep inside you, then they’d switch, a continuous, addictive rhythm that had you seeing stars.
Everything blurred around you, the only thing you could focus on was their cocks, the way they filled you up so completely, the way they moved inside you, the dirty sounds of your wetness echoing in the room.
“Look at our little slut, loving two ghostface cocks.” Jungkook growled in your ear. “You were made for this, weren’t you?”
“Made… for… cock…” You managed to say between moans.
“Yeah?” Taehyung grunted, his hands squeezing your ass. “And who owns this pretty little pussy?”
“You do! Both of you!” You sobbed, your back arching as they hit that perfect spot. Tears ran down your cheeks, it felt so good. Too good. Your tears trickled down Taehyung’s mask.
“Who owns this pretty little pussy?” Jungkook repeated, slapping your ass.
“You do!” You cried out. “Ghostface owns my pussy!”
“Good girl.” Taehyung praised, thrusting up into you harder.
They went at it for a while longer and you allowed them to, letting them use you in whatever way they pleased to. Your body was limp, your mind foggy with pleasure as you just laid there, your eyes closed, your mouth slightly agape as you panted heavily. They were using and abusing your pussy and you loved it.
“Cum.” One of the guys said, you weren’t even sure if it was Taehyung or Jungkook, but you didn’t care. You finally let go.
Your orgasm surged through your body, leaving you trembling and breathless. Your walls clenched around their cocks, milking them both. A loud cry sounded from as you squirted, your body convulsing as you rode out the waves of your climax on their cocks.
They continued to fuck you through your orgasm, their thrusts becoming erratic as they chased their own release. With a few more powerful thrusts, they both came, filling you with their cum.
They stayed inside you for a moment, their softening cocks buried deep within you. Then, they pulled out, a mix of their cum and your wetness trickling out of you. You collapsed onto Taehyung’s chest, your body spent.
What is it about Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook that made your parents so desperate to keep you away? They’re just the boys next door… aren’t they?
Note: Shoutout to my girlies with the strict parents 🫡 also i don't recommend writing on tumblr I fucking hate this app, had to rewrite this multiple times cause it kept crashing :^)
Contains: 3some, foreplay, doggy, missionary, rough, blowjob, some plot with porn, nervous y/n, praise kink
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“I don’t want you associating with those good for nothing boys next door, understood?” Your father had told you from day one since you’d moved into this neighborhood.
You didn’t question it; you never did. Like the obedient daughter you were, you always nodded and listened to your parents, no matter how unfair their demands seemed. You had to… they never let you forget how much they’d sacrificed for you, and when that didn’t work, they’d dangle a reminder over your head about how they’re paying for all of your college fees.
Your friends didn’t understand. They’d either make fun of you or tell you to just rebel. Girls with parents nothing like yours simply couldn’t understand what it was like.
“Sweetie, we’ll be back late. Don’t wait up for us. Your aunt will be here soon.” Your mother gave you a small hug.
“Have fun.” You smiled at them, waving them off.
You headed back to the kitchen, where a messy counter awaited you, the result of your little baking project that you’d been eager to start ever since your favorite TikTok creator shared the recipe.
“Uhhh, how many minutes again?” you murmured, opening the recipe on your phone. When you found your answer, you slid the tray into the oven.
While the cookies baked, you tidied up the kitchen, but paused when something outside grabbed your attention.
You lingered at the window, hiding behind the curtain as you watched them step out of their car. They must have just come from the gym, judging by the duffel bags slung over one of their shoulders.
Taehyung emerged from the car first, and you could feel the room getting hotter. His skin glistened with a light layer of sweat, his shirt draped around his neck like a towel, showing off his chest and abs. The gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, and his dark hair was damp, pushed back from his forehead, showing off his face… his intense eyes, his gummy smile, so fucking hot, his looks were an unfair match to all the other men in this world.
But then Jungkook came around from the driver’s side, and if anything, he was just as hot. His black top was soaked through, clinging to every part of his chest and shoulders. His arm flexed as he reached back into the car for his gym bag, tattoos flowing down his right arm like a watercolor painting. His hair was pushed back with a headband, a few strands peeking out to frame his face, from all the way here, you could see the flush across his face.
They were laughing about something, you couldn’t hear what they were chuckling about. Jungkook’s bunny like smile lightened up his face while Taehyung ran his fingers through his damp hair, they were doing nothing special but why… was that so attractive to you?
You stepped back from the window quickly, your face warm, heart hammering against your chest. Were they really that bad? Would it be so terrible to go say hi? Didn’t your parents always teach you to be polite? Why did they hate them so much anyway?
The scent of chocolate chip cookies crept through the kitchen, and a dangerous thought formed in your mind. Surely offering them some cookies wouldn’t be that bad?
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Your hand trembled slightly as you raised it to knock on their door. The box of cookies suddenly felt heavy in your hands, and your heart was beating like crazy.
What were you doing? Your father’s warning echoed in your mind, and suddenly this felt like the worst idea you’d ever had. You took a step back, ready to abandon this stupid idea of yours, but before you could turn around, the door swung open.
Jungkook appeared in the door opening, and up close, he was even hotter. Unlike earlier, he was now wearing a different set of clothing. His doe eyes widened slightly in surprise before an intrigued smile spread across his face.
“Hey,” His gaze traveled from your face down to the box in your hands, then back up, lingering on your eyes for what felt like forever. “Can I help you?”
“I— uhm…” You presented the box awkwardly. “I made cookies. Too many. Thought you might want some. I’m from next door.”
“Next door?” His smile turned into a grin, but there was something else in his eyes now. “We know who you are.” He leaned against the doorframe. “I’m Jungkook. We’ve been wondering when you’d come say hi.”
“You have?”
“Mhm.” He stepped back. “Come in.”
You hesitated, your father’s voice screaming in your head, but Jungkook was looking at you with those eyes, and your feet moved before common sense could stop them.
“Tae!” Jungkook called out. “We have a visitor. The pretty neighbor’s here.”
Pretty. He called you pretty.
Taehyung appeared from what looked like the kitchen, a glass of water in his hand. His dark eyes locked onto yours, and a pleased smile curved his lips.
“I brought cookies…” You barely managed to say, your heartbeat thundering so loud in your ears you could barely hear your voice.
“Did you?” Taehyung was close now, you looked up at him as he paused in front of you. He reached for the box, his fingers brushing against yours, his touch lingering. “How sweet of you.”
“We should try them,” Jungkook suggested, you didn’t realize you were standing right in between the two men. “Would you like something to drink?” He offered.
“Unless you’re in a hurry to get back?” Taehyung asked, tilting his head curiously.
You should say yes. You should bid them farewell. You should turn around and leave. But your feet were glued to the floor, and you found yourself shaking your head.
“No…” you whispered. “I’m not in a hurry.”
Taehyung and Jungkook turned their heads to look at each other, and they gave each other a small smile, before their attention turned back to you.
“Perfect.” Taehyung’s smile widened. “Make yourself comfortable then.” He gestured toward the living room, where a large, plush sofa dominated the space. You moved toward it, hyperaware of both their gazes following your every movement. You sat down on the far end, clutching your hands in your lap.
“What would you like to drink?” Jungkook asked, heading toward the kitchen. “We have wine, beer, juice, water…”
“Um, juice is fine.” You said, looking down at your lap.
Taehyung settled onto the sofa, sitting right in the middle.
Jungkook soon returned with a glass of apple juice for you and two bottles of beer for them. He set your glass on the coffee table along with a plate of strawberries.
“Thank you.” You took the glass as you watched Jungkook sit down next to Taehyung, both of them now occupying the middle section. In the background, the TV sounded, there was some news reporter speaking about something that you couldn’t pay attention to right now.
There was a moment of silence between the three of you, and then Taehyung tilted his head, his expression playful. “Why are you sitting all the way over there?”
You blinked. “Hm?”
“You’re practically falling off the edge of the sofa.” Jungkook pointed out, amusement evident in his eyes. “We don’t bite.” He paused, then added with a smirk. “Unless you want us to.”
“Jungkook.” Taehyung said in a scolding tone, though he was grinning. “You’re scaring her.” He patted the cushion between them. “Come closer. We’re not that scary, are we?”
You hesitated. Having this distance between you and them felt… safe. It was as if you knew you’d lose control if you’d dare to be right next to them.
Taehyung shifted, angling his body toward you. “So what’s it going to be? Are you going to stay over there…” His eyes glinted with mischief. “…Or are you going to come sit with us properly like a good girl?”
The way he said good girl made something flutter low in your stomach.
This was dangerous. This was exactly what your father warned you about. But your body was already moving, sliding across the cushions toward the middle of the sofa.
“There she is.” Taehyung praised.
“What a good girl.” Jungkook cooed, shifting from Taehyung’s side to yours, boxing you in between the two of them.
Taehyung reached for a strawberry, holding it up to your lips. “Open.” He commanded.
You should say no. You should make an excuse and leave. Instead, your lips parted.
Taehyung’s eyes darkened with lust, he brought the strawberry to your open mouth, letting it rest against your bottom lip for just a moment before he guided it into your mouth.
“Good girl.” Taehyung murmured as you bit down, his thumb grazing your bottom lip before he pulled his hand away.
You felt Jungkook shift beside you, his arm resting along the back of the sofa behind your shoulders. “My turn.” He said, and there was something almost possessive in his tone.
“Jungkook, you’re so impatient.” Taehyung chuckled, amused, his hand casually resting on your thigh. The touch was light but it sent electricity through your entire body.
“Can you blame me?” Jungkook held up a strawberry. “Open up, pretty girl.“
Your lips parted again, and this time you were trembling slightly. Jungkook’s eyes never left yours as he brought the strawberry to your mouth, his fingers sliding into your mouth to place it on your tongue. His fingers lingered before he pulled away. You crushed the strawberry with your teeth, the juice filling your mouth, a few drops of juice sliding down your bottom lip.
Taehyung’s hand slid slightly higher up your thigh. “Are we making you nervous?” He questioned, noticing the tenseness of your body.
You swallowed. “Yes… a little.”
“Just a little?” Jungkook leaned back slightly, a playful smirk on his face. “I think it’s more than a little.” He looked you over. “Do you want us to stop?”
The question lingered as both men awaited your response.
“I didn’t say that.” You whispered. “My parents… my parents would be pissed if they’d know I’m here…” You admitted, embarrassed, maybe even feeling a little guilty.
Taehyung shifted even closer, his shoulder now pressed against yours, his lips near your ear. “Is that so? Do tell… why did your parents warn you about us? What did they say we’d do to their sweet, innocent daughter?”
You let out a shaky breath. “They said you were trouble. That I should stay away, far, far away.”
“Trouble?” Jungkook repeated with a chuckle, his fingers trailing down your neck. “They’re not wrong.”
“But you’re here anyway,” Taehyung murmured against your ear, his breath warm against your ear. “Our good girl, breaking the rules for us.”
“I just came to bring cookies.” You protested weakly, even as your body betrayed you, leaning slightly into Taehyung’s warmth.
“Sure you did.” Jungkook’s voice was teasing now, his hand moving to rest on your other thigh. You were completely trapped in between them now. “Is that why you’ve been watching us from your window? Because of cookies?”
“I wasn’t—”
“Don’t lie.” Taehyung interrupted, his lips brushing against your temple. “We saw. Every time we get home, there you were.” His hand squeezed your thigh softly. “Were you wondering what it would be like? To break your parents’ rules? To come over here and let us…”
He trailed off deliberately, letting your imagination fill in the blanks.
“Let you what?” You whispered.
“Whatever you want,” Jungkook said simply, his hand sliding higher up your thigh.
You should leave. You should run back home before this went any further. You might be overprotected and sheltered but you weren’t stupid— you knew where this was leading to.
But Taehyung’s lips were now trailing along your jaw, and Jungkook was looking at you like you were the hottest girl he’d ever seen, and your resolve was crumbling with every passing second.
“Stay.” Taehyung murmured against your skin. “Your parents aren’t home, you can do whatever you want.”
“We’ll take good care of you.” Jungkook added, kissing you on the cheek.
Your heart was racing, your mind spinning. This was crazy. Reckless.
And maybe that’s exactly why you found yourself nodding.
Taehyung’s hand came up to cup your face, turning you gently toward him. His eyes searched yours for a moment, giving you one last chance to change your mind. When you didn’t pull away, he leaned in slowly, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was soft, testing, exploring.
You felt Jungkook’s hand slide up to the back of your neck, his fingers caressing your hair as Taehyung kissed you deeper. When Taehyung finally pulled back, leaving you breathless, Jungkook was right there, his hand guiding your face toward his.
His kiss was different, intense, demanding. His free hand gripped your waist, pulling you closer.
You were lost in sensation, in the feeling of being wanted so badly by both of them. Taehyung’s lips found your neck, pressing soft kisses along your neck while Jungkook continued kissing you, and you couldn’t help the small sound that escaped your lips.
Jungkook’s fingers slid past the waistband of your pants, right to between your legs, the thin fabric of your panties doing nothing to conceal how wet you were.
“She’s starting to get wet for us,” Jungkook whispered as he nipped at your earlobe. “Good girl.” He praised as he applied little pressure to your clothed clit, and your hips bucked upward in response. Taehyung’s hand slipped underneath your t-shirt, finding its way to your breasts. He started off gentle, before kneading into your breasts, earning a moan from you.
You should feel guilty, ashamed, but all you could feel was a thrill that was coursing through your veins.
“Stand up,” Jungkook ordered, and you obeyed without question.
Taehyung’s hands went to the hem of your shirt, and you raised your arms obediently as he lifted it over your head. Your bra followed.
“Look at you.” Taehyung breathed out, his hands instantly coming to your now bare breasts. “So perfect.”
Jungkook’s hands went to the button of your jeans, then the zipper, and you held your breath as he slid them down your legs, and you stood nearly naked in front of them, only your panties were still on.
Jungkook scooped you up effortlessly, one arm under your knees, the other behind your back. You let out a small gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck. He walked out of the living room, up the stairs, and into a bedroom with Taehyung following behind.
He laid you down gently on the bed, both men standing over you, their eyes taking in your body.
Jungkook then crawled onto the bed, settling over you, his lips claiming yours hungrily, you rested your hands against his clothed chest. He rubbed his hips against yours slowly, and you moaned softly as you felt his erection pressing against you. You spread your legs further, the friction of his pants against your clothed pussy feeling like a nice massage, it only made you wetter and wetter.
Jungkook must have known too because he gave a soft laugh, grinding into you harder, which sent jolts of pleasure straight through you.
“Feel that? So hard for you. Fuck. I know that pussy is going to be so sweet, I just know it.” He groaned, his fingers hooking into your panties before pulling them off in one quick motion. He rested between your spread legs, holding himself above you with one arm as the fingers of his other hand toyed with your folds. Your breath hitched and your eyes drifted over to where the other man in the room stood, Taehyung was simply watching the sight.
You never would’ve thought that bringing over some cookies would’ve ended up with you getting fucked.
Jungkook pulled away, and one by one, he stripped his clothes off, his defined body now on full display. It was obvious he spent hours in the gym sculpting that body. He was now naked except his underwear, but he wasted no time in tugging them off, freeing his thick cock, precum already collecting at the tip.
Taehyung followed after him, and a moment later, he was also completely naked and stepping out of his briefs. Both men had equally impressive bodies, muscles, broad chests and lean arms.
He guided his cock, slipping it up and down your pussy. Fuck you needed him so bad, needed him inside of you. You craved it. His cock slid across your folds again, teasing your clit before his tip bumped into the entrance of your needy pussy.
“A-ah!” You gripped onto the sheets.
“No, babe, relax, it’s alright. Got plenty of time to get you nice and loose for our cocks. No need to rush.” Jungkook assured you, pushing in slowly, inch by inch, giving your pussy enough time to get used to his size.
"M-more…need m-more… please." You whimpered.
"Relax, baby." Jungkook whispered.
Jungkook bottomed out inside you, filling you to the brim. He stayed like this, not moving, waiting, and it drove you mad, made your insides clench around his big, thick cock, wanting more. You were breathing heavily, eyes tightly shut, feeling how his cock deliciously stretched you open and filled you. He felt amazing.
“Like that? You take it so well.” Jungkook looked down at you, his hand reaching out to caress your face. You opened your eyes to look at him, nodding eagerly. He started rolling his hips, and you whimpered softly as he started hitting a good spot deep inside you.
Jungkook bent over, placing a sweet kiss to your lips as he continued his slow movements inside you. He was so deep, your walls clamping down around him each time he slid in, milking him. His tongue explored your mouth, his pace unwavering, and soon you found yourself melting beneath him.
Your hands went up his shoulders to his nape, fingers running through his hair as your kiss deepened.
Jungkook picked up the pace, his strokes long and steady, groaning softly against your lips. He straightened up and pushed into you harder now, driving his dick straight into the depths of your pussy.
His hand traveled to your throat, holding you in place as he fucked into you, his cock hammering away at you. Your body sunk into the mattress as Jungkook fucked into you hard, and your eyes drifted over his body, down to where his cock kept disappearing into your wetness, sliding in easily with how soaking wet you were.
“Oh!” You cried out, your head tilting back when his cock brushed a particularly good spot inside you. He for sure noticed your reaction, because he did it again, his hips snapping hard at the same angle. Your eyes squeezed shut, and the tension in your stomach started building. His strokes kept going, and before you knew it, your body was quivering from your incoming orgasm.
The mattress dipped next to you, and you looked over, Taehyung was sitting right beside you now. His dark eyes met yours, and he brought his hand to your cheek, brushing his thumb softly across your lips. He moved closer, stuffing your mouth with his hard cock, making you moan around his girth as your mouth and pussy got filled. Your muffled moans sent vibrations throughout his entire shaft.
“Fuck.” Jungkook cussed, the sight of you taking both his best friend and him at the same time had him drilling even harder into your hole. A few hard thrusts later, Jungkook's hips stuttered, his strokes becoming short and hard. He let out a low groan, his entire body tensing up, his hips flush against yours as he bottomed out one last time. His dick twitched as you felt the warm cum spill inside you. He breathed out deeply, before pulling out and flopping down beside you.
Taehyung removed his dick from your mouth, giving you a soft smile.
"Did he take good care of you?" He asked, his tone gentle. You nodded, the room spinning around you, ugh, this was all too much, but you didn’t want to stop.
Taehyung motioned for you to switch positions, He wanted you on all fours.
As soon as you did, he gripped your hair, gathering it all into his hand before yanking you upwards. You squealed, not expecting that, and he shushed you gently, aligning his cock between your wet folds.
“Mm, Jungkook stretched you out so good. Look how easy my cock slips in, so smooth. His cum makes you so slippery, what a good girl.” He whispered against your ear, before crashing his lips against yours as he started to thrust into you. His cock was long and thick, just as thick as the cock that was just in you before, it rubbed deliciously against your walls, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could do this. Taehyung was merciless with his thrusts, using your hair to pull you into him as he plowed into you, his strokes hard and rhythmic, filling you up over and over, making you a moaning mess, your toes curling.
All your thoughts melted away, all you could focus on was Taehyung fucking into you and his lips on yours, you tried keeping up with his pace, his tongue searching inside your mouth. He released the grip on your hair and you collapsed down onto the pillow, whimpers escaping your lips at his strokes.
He continued like this, relentlessly fucking into you, dragging his thick cock against your walls. You let him, losing yourself in the feeling, losing yourself in him, all you could think about was the way his cock felt.
“Come here.” Jungkook whispered, pulling your face towards him, kissing you as his friend fucked you from behind. You loved it, his kisses were turning you into a puddle, his lips were so soft against yours. You whimpered into his mouth, clinging onto him, wishing he could kiss you forever.
“Jungkook…” You whimpered against his lips, eyes half open. “He is going to make me cum…” You admitted.
“Good. Coat his dick, babe.” Jungkook encouraged, his hand traveling down to between your legs, flicking your clit while he continued to kiss you.
Taehyung’s hand roamed over your body before it came to a halt at your wrists, pulling them back as he pounded into you, making your back arch and your ass stick out.
It didn’t take long before the pleasure was building inside you, each stroke drawing it out a little bit further. Your body tightened as the tension threatened to snap, his hard strokes finally pushing you over the edge.
"That's right… Cum on my cock."
And with a cry, you came. Your body shuddered from the intensity, your inner muscles gripping down around the shaft pumping into you.
Taehyung felt the cum coat his cock as the orgasm overtook you, and he fucked you straight through it. Your whimpers and cries encouraging him as your pussy tightened around his cock. The sounds of penetration bounced through the room, showing just how wet and slippery your pussy was.
He finally slowed down, his hands releasing your wrists and now on your hips, his pace slow, taking his time as he pulled his whole length in and out; watching as you coated him with a layer of sticky juice each time his cock would exit you. Your pussy lips throbbed around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm.
Finally, he gave one last long thrust and buried himself balls deep into you as he released a large amount of warm sticky cum into your already soaked pussy, grunting in pleasure as your walls clenched his pulsating dick, milking his balls and draining everything he got.
You let out a shaky breath as you collapsed onto the bed. Every muscle in your body ached and your head was spinning.
synopsis. when you're locked out of your room on christmas eve and your handsome neighbor offers you a place to stay for the night, who are you to say no?
genre/pairing. jeon jungkook x reader. smut. fluff.
tags/warnings. pwp. explicit sex. protection. dry humping. oral (f) receiving. hair pulling. doggy. a little bit of nipple play. slighhhtt angst in the beginning if you really squint.? college au. international student au.
wc. 5.6k
a/n. this was inspired by ME because this shit genuinely happened to me on xmas eve except i didn't have a handsome jeon jungkook to fuck my brains out, so i just thugged it out by myself. pls excuse any skibidi-ness bc i literally wrote this in one day and this is just for funzies!!! originally this was supposed to be cute and fluffy but somehow i made it porn. also bf hotline ch 4 and reckless are my next updates... so you horny bitches will be getting fed WELL jfkjfksjf. ok enjoy u sluts!! i love u and i hope you pee a little reading this! <3
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You’ve had bad Christmases before.
There was the one time your brother accidentally broke your brand new Barbie Dreamhouse. The time you spent Christmas fifth wheeling your two best friends and their boyfriends. The time you were sick with pneumonia and spent the day at the hospital.
This year, however, takes the cake for The Worst Christmas Ever™.
You’d just gone grocery shopping—because yes, that was how you decided to spend your Christmas Eve—and you were heading up to your room when a frazzled girl came up to you declaring that she needed your help.
Apparently, she left her phone in her dorm, rendering her phone key useless, and needed to borrow your phone to download her key temporarily.
You handed your phone to her without much thought, letting her do whatever shenanigans she needed, and within five minutes, your phone successfully saved the day, unlocking the door to her dorm with a winning click.
A stream of thank-you’s spilled out of her as she ran inside to grab you a bottle of beer. A token of gratitude, which you accepted politely even though you hated beer. She then launched into an elaborate explanation of how she was late to a date with her boyfriend but couldn’t leave without her phone, and how she was so grateful to run into you and—
Yeah, you didn’t really care.
You just wanted the interaction to be over so you could spend the rest of your day moping.
Because as an international student, things can get pretty lonely during the holidays. Your family and best friends are an eleven hour flight away, your roommate just flew back to her home country three days ago, and all of your other friends are busy with their families or boyfriends.
So you’re alone this Christmas. No biggie.
It sucks a little, but at least you have hot chocolate waiting for you in your room alongside a rom-com you’ve been itching to watch: Made of Honor.
So you quickly waved her goodbye and headed up to your room.
Which brings you to now.
Because when you finally reach your unit and bring up your phone to unlock your door, it beeps traitorously with a red screen.
No. It can’t be.
You try again.
And again.
Each time, without fail, your phone refuses to do the damn thing it’s meant to do: be useful.
You attempt to rationalize. If she could download her key onto your phone, you can simply redownload yours, right? So you log onto your housing building’s website, searching for the “redownload room key” tab that must be somewhere, but to no avail.
Technology has never been your thing. You’ve been on your phone for a solid thirty minutes trying to figure it out when you realize that the battery is nearing the single digits. You take out your portable charger from your purse, only to find that it has been zapped of battery, too.
Okay, stay calm. What next?
Building administration, your brain supplies.
You dial the number quickly, trying to make good use of your depleting battery, only to receive an automated voice message in response.
It’s Christmas Eve. Of course, no one’s going to be fucking working on Christmas Eve.
“This is ridiculous,” you mutter under your breath.
You decide that you’re never helping anyone ever again.
Because now, you’re stranded in the hallways of a very empty dormitory with a bag of groceries digging into your shoulders, a bottle of beer that you won’t even drink, and a phone that’s about as useful as a brick.
You give up, sitting on the floor and taking out a bar of Snickers that you decided to splurge on. Why not?
You’re munching on the chocolatey-caramely gooey goodness when you hear footsteps coming from down the hall—which is surprising, considering that most students go home for the holidays. You’re one of the few who can’t afford a flight back this season.
You turn, and to your surprise, it’s Jeon Jungkook.
As always, he’s wearing baggy clothes. Black cargo pants, oversized black hoodie, and a black puffer jacket. He looks like he’d just gone out to take out the trash or something. His signature piercings are in, glinting in the dim glow of the hallway’s lighting.
You’ve seen him before at some gatherings—specifically in the beginning of the year when there would be a new “welcoming orientation” for international students pretty much every week, filled with the same slideshows about the university and occasional free snacks.
Otherwise, you haven’t talked to him much despite him occupying the dorm across from yours for the past few months.
His eyes meet yours, and you realize how utterly stupid you must look sitting on the floor eating a bar of snickers with a bottle of beer rolling around in your lap. On Christmas Eve at that.
“Uh, hey,” he greets, semi-polite, semi-curious. “You good?”
You choke down the clump of caramel in your throat. “Yeah, uh, sorry, I got locked out.”
It stings to say.
He tilts his head, scanning you up and down. “Have you tried calling the building admin?”
“They’re closed.” You try to not sound as frustrated as you are. “Holidays and all.”
His mouth parts with a soft ‘ohh,’ as if he only just now noticed that it’s Christmas Eve.
From where you’re sitting below him, his height and chiseled jawline are more apparent than ever. Him being handsome does not help. You’re embarrassed to death.
“I see…” he trails off, awkwardly staring you down. “Do you have a plan?”
What a question. You fight the urge to roll your eyes, smothering on an optimistic smile.
“I think I’ll try my key again in a bit. It’ll have to work eventually.”
You haven’t checked your phone yet, but you reckon there should be about fifteen minutes left of juice left in it. You’ll check the website again to see if there’s a way to redownload your lock.
He nods, and with an expression somewhere between amusement and pity, he unlocks his door with his own phone, slowly opening it and stepping inside.
“Well, good luck.”
“Thanks,” you quip, grateful that the moment would be over soon. You don’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of a hot guy any longer.
He salutes you, then closes his door.
You let out a breath, stand up, and try your key again. And again.
You log onto the website, scroll around in hopes of finding some kind of hotline for students who get locked out. Nothing.
Now you’re in panic mode for real. The sugar from the Snicker bar you ate works fast in your bloodstream, kicking your adrenaline levels high. The ice cream you bought is probably the consistency of milk now, the cramp in your shoulder hurts like a bitch, and somewhere between it all you feel the urge to cry.
If you call your parents, there’s nothing they can do—it’s not like they can book a flight, and your brother would probably make fun of you, anyway—and you’d end up just worrying them needlessly. You can’t call your roommate for help because she’s literally in a different country, and even if you could call a friend for emotional support, your phone is about to die and you’re holding onto the three percent that’s left like a lifeline.
You think you might cry—but you don’t. Because that would just make you look even more pathetic.
The laundry room.
There’s a couch in there. It’s old and stained with a bunch of unspeakable liquids, but there’s a heater in there along with the faint comforting smell of laundry detergent.
You’ll sleep in the laundry room tonight. And then in the morning, you’ll go out to a convenience store—because those have to be open all the time, even on Christmas, right?—buy yourself a charger, plug it into an outlet that you’re sure you’ll find somewhere in the building, and try again.
Until then, you have some snacks in your stretched-out grocery bag that you figure will have to last you until morning.
It will be fine. Not great. Just fine.
Just as you’re about to make the defeated journey to the laundry room, there’s a soft click, and Jungkook’s door creaks open.
He looks at you curiously through the gap, eyes wide and round.
Cute, your brain helpfully comments.
“How’s it going?”
You chuckle dryly. “Not great.”
He steps out of his room, walking over to you.
“So what’s the problem?” he asks, examining your door as if he’d understand the dilemma just by looking at it. “You run out of battery, or…?”
You sigh, then explain the whole sob story of an act of kindness turning into a nightmare. He listens intently, nodding at all the right moments and offering quiet empathetic quips here and there. By the time you’ve told him about how your brother would probably repeatedly call you just to deplete your battery for the fun of it, he’s all caught up on your Christmas Eve kerfuffle.
“So yeah. That’s me.”
“And how were you planning on… proceeding?” he says the word tentatively, like it isn’t quite the right way to describe your predicament. Proceeding? More like surviving.
You huff, the sound sagging down your shoulders.
“I was just gonna crash in the laundry room.”
Composed. Calm. Totally in control. That’s how you want to sound, but it comes out more pitiful than anything.
Jungkook doesn’t say something right away. You’ve noticed that he’s the quiet type. Never saying much, but when he does say something it gets the whole room laughing. He’s always existed near you, but your social circles have yet to overlap. You stayed with your loud, sarcastic girly girls; he hung with the tight-knit group of Korean guys who were obnoxiously loud when together, yet kept to themselves around others.
“That sounds rough,” he finally says.
“Tell me about it.” You jog your bag up your shoulder, preparing to head off. “Anyways, I’m gonna go check into my grand hotel for the night,” you joke, although there’s very little humor in your voice.
“Good luck,” he calls as you trot away.
You’ve turned around now, making the march down the hall with as confidence as you can muster, as if nothing really matters to you. It’s just a bad day. People have those all the time. Even on Christmas Eve.
When you reach the elevators, you hear thumping.
Footsteps. Someone running to you.
“Hey, wait!” Jungkook pops out from around the corner in a flash. “Are you really going to sleep in the laundry room?”
You blink at him wildly, unsure of how to react.
“I mean, yeah?” you reply slowly. “I don’t really know if I have any other options.”
He looks at you, then to the ground, and to you again. Bites his lip. He takes a deep breath.
“If you want… you can stay in my room.” The moment the offer leaves his mouth, your stomach drops to the ground. He seems to notice it, too. “My roommate isn’t here, so there’s a spare bed. And you can charge your phone. Maybe we can try to figure out the whole key thing together?”
He’s nervous, but well-intentioned and sincere.
“You don’t have to, obviously.” He chuckles, low and soft. “It’s just… another option.”
And despite everything that has happened today, you allow yourself a true smile.
“I think I’ll take a bed over the crusty couch in the laundry room any day.”
His lips turn up ever so slightly. “Yeah, I thought you’d be kind of crazy if you said no. That couch is nasty.”
You roll your eyes outwardly this time. So he’s a little sassy. How fun.
He leads you down the hall, and you take a moment to appreciate his broad shoulders and wide back, and the way his shaggy hair seems to bounce with every step. He’s one fine man, you have to admit.
“You won’t try anything, right?” you ask, just for the sake of asking.
He turns back, looking at you directly.
“Of course not.”
And it’s the way he says it, completely honest—straight-faced, eyes forward—that makes your heart quiver a little.
When you enter his dorm, you’re not really sure what you’re expecting. But still, you’re caught off guard.
It’s clean. Very clean—but also a little bit cluttered. You first see the living area, which is furnished with two beanbags and a bookshelf that’s stuffed with everything except books—CDs, random mail, umbrellas, and whatnot. The kitchen area is rather empty, aside from a lonely little kettle and a pitiful looking electric stove. There’s a table that sits next to the fridge with two stools. Across from the kitchen is a door that presumably leads to the bedroom.
It’s the exact mirror of your unit, but rather than being filled with pink pillows, wooden kitchen essentials, and fridge magnets that drown the whole thing, it’s simple. Boyish. Cute.
You lift up your bag of groceries, offering a clumsy smile, asking if there’s room in his fridge for some ice cream and a bottle of beer.
He helps you get situated, and you tell him to take the beer for good—you won’t drink it anyways, and you want to thank him. He seems pretty happy about that, so you’re satisfied.
It’s almost eleven p.m. now, and you’re thinking of maybe sleeping on the beanbags instead of the bed; you’d feel like less of an intruder that way. But he doesn’t even let you get through half of that sentence.
“Nah, it’s totally chill,” he says with a dismissive wave of the hand. “Don’t worry, my roommate won’t mind you crashing on his bed.”
“Okay,” you say, nervous all of the sudden. “Thank you, again. You really saved my ass there.”
“No problem.” He grins, wide and unworried. “Well… you can make yourself comfortable. I’m gonna take a shower now. The phone charger’s somewhere on that bookshelf.”
“Alright.” You head to the bookshelf. “Thank you so much,” you mutter again, because it feels impolite not to.
You rummage the messy shelves until you find the familiar white wires, locating an outlet nearby and plugging your phone in. You go through your messages, ignoring Jungkook fluttering by to the bathroom with a towel.
You check Instagram first.
Your best friend with her boyfriend of seven years, cuddling by the fireplace. Sickening.
Your parents on a date together at a Christmas Market. You swipe away quickly.
Even your brother, that annoying little brat, has a girlfriend this Christmas. He’s saved up to go on a big trip to Hokkaido with her. Oh fuck that.
Alright, fine. You’re lonely. You miss the life you had back in your home country—the comfort of not feeling like a lost duck all the time. You want a man with big strong arms to hold you to sleep and murmur sweet nothings in your ear.
But alas, you’re still here. Single. Stressed. Underkissed.
You shut your phone, rubbing your eyes in exhaustion when you hear Jungkook emerge from the bathroom.
And wow.
Oh wow.
He’s shirtless. And gorgeous. He’s… fucking ripped.
His wet, dark hair leaves water dripping down his bare chest, sprinkling over his chiseled six-pack and buff arms. Speaking of his arm, the dude has a whole fucking sleeve of tattoos. From his collarbones to the knuckles of his fingers, there’s ink everywhere, and the fucking piercings do not help. At all.
You’re drooling. He’s your literal dream man—wet and steamy after a shower.
“Uh, shower’s free now.” He points backward. “If you wanna… use it.”
The offer is kind. You should say thank you.
You clear your throat. “Thank you. I’ll use it.”
“Cool.” He shoots you a polite grin, then trots off to his room with nothing but a flimsy towel wrapped around his waist. God, he has a nice ass, too.
Get it together, Jesus. You slap yourself, then rush into the bathroom.
It’s still steamy and humid when you enter. It smells like a man, in a good way, weirdly. The mirror is foggy, and for a moment you have an extremely inappropriate thought about the mirror fogging while doing another activity in the cramped, wet room.
You strip out of your clothes, laying them in a pile by the corner, and let the hot water trickle down your body. You wash your body and hair with his 3-1 shampoo-conditioner-body wash mix, and decide that it probably can’t ruin your hair if you use it just once. When you reach down between your thighs, you find that you’re wet. Just from looking at your hot neighbor after he showered.
It’s been way too long since you’ve been fucked, you realize.
Still, that doesn’t mean you should jump on your kind neighbor—even if he’s hot and exactly your type.
When the scorching hot water has successfully given you granny fingers, you turn off the shower, and reach for a towel.
Except there’s no towel. Of fucking course.
You forgot to ask for a towel.
You glance at your clothes, which are pretty much soaking wet aside from the white t-shirt that you had been wearing. You put it on, grimacing as the fabric sticks to your skin.
Your underwear is in not much better condition. It feels a little gross having the dirty fabric stick to your genitals, so you peel it off, opting to just pull down your shirt instead. Fuck, you were so blinded by horniness that you couldn’t even think to put your clothes in a place that would keep it dry.
Feeling gross, you call out for help from the bathroom.
“Jungkook!”
No response.
“Hey, can you hear me?”
Nothing.
Are you really going to step out into a man’s place wearing nothing but a wet white t-shirt? It clings to your skin, accentuating the curve of your waist and breasts. The water dripping down from your wet hair makes translucent clumps on your skin. You realize that if he looks close enough he would probably see your nipples through the fabric. The thought of that makes them erect—which certainly does not do you any favors.
You imagine him watching you step out of the shower the way you did, and you’re reminded too much of his smooth skin, compact muscle, and devilish sleeve of tattoos. You remember those piercings, the one on his brows and through his lips, and you wonder if the cool ring would tickle if you ever kissed him.
Okay. What the fuck.
Are you Miss Horny Claus or what? Get it together. Fuck.
“Jungkook?” You call for him one last time, and there’s nothing.
So you step out, the cold air immediately biting your skin and making those wet splotches on your shirt feel like ice. You’re shivering.
You make your way to his room, steps painting the floor with dark spots as water drips from you. You knock softly on his door, and when he doesn’t respond, you knock harder.
Finally, it opens.
“Hey, sorry I had my headphones in—”
He pauses.
His eyes drink you in slowly, starting with your face, which is no doubt flushed from the shower, down to your chest, which you attempt to hide with your arm. Then he sees how one hand is pulling the edge of your shirt down desperately to cover your crotch, which then makes him notice your bare legs.
“Um, I didn’t have a towel,” you admit, voice coming out smaller than you’d like. “And my clothes got wet, so…”
“Oh.” He coughs. Chokes, really. “Sorry, I forgot to give you—”
“No it’s fine, I’m stupid for not asking before.”
He swallows hard, ducking back into his room and opening his closet. He heads back, armed with a small white towel and a pair of basketball shorts.
You immediately reach out, stepping forward hastily.
“Thank you so much,” you start. “And I’m so sorry for—”
You may have forgotten that your feet are still wet. Because one step too fast means that you’re tumbling forward, barreling into Jungkook’s chest, and he has to drop everything in his hands to catch you.
And curse everything, because you push him back right onto his bed, and you land on top of him with a girly yelp that’ll have you cringing for the rest of your life.
Of course, this stumble also means that your hands are now on his chest, braced for impact, and not pulling down your shirt.
So your bare ass is up in the air, pussy out, tits sticking to his chest.
He sucks in a breath, and you feel his stomach harden.
There’s really no good way to describe the utter mortification that you’re feeling.
“Oh my god,” you quickly mumble. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
You hurriedly try to sit up, then realize that you’re literally naked butt-down. He figures this out too, because his eyes widen in panic.
“Wait!” he calls urgently, arms coming to squeeze you into his chest. He doesn’t let you get off. “Don’t—” he stutters breathlessly. “Don’t move.”
That’s when you notice it.
Your crotch is aligned with his, and through his thin sweatpants, you feel him. His cock. Hardening against your pussy.
Oh God.
“If you get up too quickly…” he trails off through a low grumble. “I’m not gonna know how to act.”
“I’msosorry, I’msosorry, I’msosorry.” You bury your face into his warm chest. “This is embarrassing.”
“For me, too.” He chuckles dryly.
A moment passes. You find the courage to look at him.
His eyes are dark, pupils blown out. You can see that he hasn’t calmed down in the slightest. His cock hasn’t softened one bit, either.
“You good?” your voice comes out more breathy than you thought it would.
“No,” he admits, an undertone of something darker swirling underneath.
There’s nothing to lose, you think. This Christmas already sucks. More than ever. If you’re half-naked in bed with a hot man who’s gotten hard because of you, you might as well take your chance, right? It’s not the logical part of your brain talking, but that doesn’t stop you.
Experimentally, you grind softly against his clothed dick.
The reaction is immediate.
“Shit,” he heaves, eyes screwed shut. “What are you doing?”
“I’m… not doing anything,” you lie.
“Bullshit,” he snickers, and the smug amusement on his face does something to you. Fuck, it really does.
You grind again, harder this time, fighting back a moan as his hard cock presses against your heat. Your nipples are so hard. Your bare ass is getting cold in the air. Your hair, still wet from the shower, trickles water droplets softly on your skin, tickling you and giving you shivers.
His hand slides down slowly from their previous placement on your back.
“You want this?” he asks, breathless.
You look up at him, needy.
“Yeah,” you whisper.
You hate how desperate you sound, but you love the way he grabs your ass and gives it a squeeze.
“Can I kiss you?”
You all but whimper in response, nodding frantically before he takes you into his mouth.
His lips—plump and soft—press into you with so tenderness and aggression all at once. You grind into him again, and he jerks his hips up in response, making you shudder.
He’s stellar at this. Golden star for kissing.
Your wet clothes dampen him, and you’re a clammy mess when he sits, up letting you straddle him as you hump him like a dog in heat.
His mouth parts, tongue gliding against yours as he pulls you closer. HIs fingers come up to tweak at your hard nipples through your shirt, giving them occasional pinches and pulls. You writhe at every sensation.
Moving away from your mouth, his tongue flattens and paints his spit down your neck, sucking at the edge of your jaw. You don’t hold back your moans. It’s fucking Christmas.
“You’re so needy,” he pants, not to be dirty, but just an observation. It embarrasses you only slightly.
“Doesn’t help that you’re hot.”
“Says you,” he chuckles into your mouth. “Coming out of my bathroom wearing nothing but that shirt,” he growls. “And to think you asked if I was going to try anything.”
In one, annoyingly swift motion, he lifts you up and pushes you onto the bed. He crawls down, swings your legs over his shoulders, and lets his head sit between them.
A kiss to your inner thigh.
“Bad, bad girl,” he laughs, cocky and amused. There’s another kiss, but higher this time, which makes more heat pool in your stomach. “You’re gonna be on Santa’s naughty list.”
You snort, briefly entertained. “Never say that again.”
“Mhm, sure,” he grumbles, before licking a thick stripe up your folds and onto your clit, then the funny bone in your body is all gone.
His tongue flattens against you, dragging through your folds repeatedly until he decides to focus in on that sensitive bundle of nerves, licking, slurping, and lapping away like it’s his last meal on earth. His cool, metal lip ring jolts you every few seconds, which makes your whole body twitch.
“Fuck!” you hiss, fisting his hair and jerking your hips up. “Holy fucking shit—”
He laughs—actually laughs into your pussy, the vibrations echoing through your body. Then, he pins your knees back—so far back you’re sure you could snap in half—and smashes his face into you so deep you can feel his nose on your clit.
His hair tickles you as he quite literally shakes his head around, tongue and nose still practically lodged inside of you.
“Oh my fucking God—Jungkook—fuck, I’m—” You can feel yourself about to finish, and he can too, which is probably why he pulls away.
He presses a slow, long kiss to your clit, and one final lick down your folds.
You’re panting. Sweaty. Wrecked. And you haven’t even finished yet.
He stands up, kicking off his sweatpants and revealing his long, hard length. It’s pink, girthy, and veiny. Really, it’s fucking gorgeous—and massive, mind you—but you don’t even care. If it hurts, it hurts. You just want it inside you.
“Please,” you heave, looking up at him, tears pooling at your eyes from the intensity of it all. “Want you inside me.”
His eyes darken. He too, looks a mess, hair shooting up in all directions, face glistening with your wetness.
“Get on your knees,” he commands. The soft spoken boy peeking through his door at you curiously is gone. This is… someone else.
You obey, because you’re too ruined to do anything else, and he comes up behind you with a condom in his hand. He rips the packet open and rolls it down easily.
“You ready?”
You don’t even answer, mumbling some kind of affirmative noise into his pillow as your back arches, butt up in the air.
The head of his cock nudges at your entrance, dragging through your folds before getting sucked in, clamped by your walls. He pushes in slowly, but you still feel like you’re being split open with just how big he is.
His chest hunches over your back, your flimsy white t-shirt now pooled at your collarbones, bare tits swinging in the air. He presses some kisses to your neck, trembling above you.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “You’re so tight.”
He eases himself in, and gives an experimental thrust, pushing all the way.
This is when you realize that no man has ever been this deep inside of you before. He’s the biggest you’ve ever taken. And it’s really quite a miracle that you haven’t bursted out into tears.
But it feels so good—so incredibly good. You’re stretched out beautifully, the nerves in your walls sending spikes of pleasure everywhere—white and hot.
“Gonna start moving now,” he grumbles into your ear, and all you give, again, is a wrecked whimper in response.
He pulls backward, depriving your walls of that wonderfully taut feeling, then slams back in, making you cry out.
“Fuck, Jungkook,” you cry into the pillow unintelligibly. “It’s so good—your cock is so good.”
He fists your hair into a ponytail, pulling your head back until your neck hurts a bit.
“Can’t hear you, baby,” he growls, hips bucking into you with several loud slaps as he picks up the pace. “How good is my cock again?”
“So—” you hiccup, “—so fucking good.” He pulls tighter, slamming harder, faster, and everything feels like fire against your skin. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
His rhythm gets sloppier with obscene, wet squelches filling the room as his speed increases. And he hasn’t let go of your hair at all. Your scalp tingles with every pull.
Then, he shifts, ever so slightly, and he finds the spot. That goddamn spot. And he hits it with the head of his cock—again, and again, and again, with more aggression each time—until you’re not quite sure which way is up or down anymore.
“Oh my God!” you wail, biting your lips. “Jungkook, I’m—I’m gonna—”
The sounds you make are so primal that you can’t even classify them as moans. He too, starts making unspeakable noises, close to whimpering himself.
Your tits bounce wildly, nipples brushing against his bedding with every movement, eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your pussy is so wet that it drips down to his balls and down your thighs. You even find saliva dribbling down your chin—it’s that good.
And then, it finally comes in a blinding flash that lasts forever—a violent orgasm.
He doesn’t stop, chasing his own high, jolted growls tumbling out of him endlessly. Your body twitches, your pussy spasms, and your walls clench around him tightly, never wanting to let go.
But alas, all good things must come to an end.
Because after what is probably the longest orgasm of your life, he finally starts softening inside you, and only then does he pull out and let go of your hair.
Your face flops onto his pillow.
“Fuckkkk me,” you sigh, butt still in the air, juices dripping down your thighs.
He chuckles, breathless.
“That good?”
“Fuckkkk me,” you repeat, which earns a sincere laugh.
You hear him roll off his condom with some sticky noises. You find the energy to turn around, lying on your back and looking at him.
He looks ruined, too. A sweaty, heaving, mess.
You peel off your white shirt, which has dried up significantly but is still uncomfortably damp. Then you huddle under his covers, feeling cold again.
Seeing your nakedness, he wordlessly throws you a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. You catch it but don’t bother to put it on yet.
“Thank you,” you say quietly anyways.
He hums a response, then climbs into bed with you. It’s all weirdly domestic—as if he wasn’t balls deep in you only moments before.
You look at the clock on the wall behind him. It’s past midnight.
“Merry Christmas,” you mutter, more to yourself than to him.
He snorts softly. “Merry Christmas to you, too.”
“Why are you laughing?” You turn to pout at him, seeing an amused expression dance on his face.
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” he chuckles, eyes crinkling.
“You don’t celebrate Christmas?”
He thinks for a moment.
“Well, I don’t have anything against it. It’s a fun time of year,” he explains. “But my family never really did anything special growing up so it’s always kind of just been another day for me.”
“I see.” No wonder he seemed like he hadn’t even realized it was Christmas Eve.
“What about you?”
You flush. “Well, usually, I do the whole shebang. Opening presents with the family, decorating the house, and everything, but…”
“But this year you can’t,” he finishes for you, recalling your earlier explanation of your predicament.
“Yeah,” you confirm solemnly.
He doesn’t say anything for a moment, but scoots closer to you slightly.
“What were you planning on doing, though?”
“Hm?”
“I mean,” he snickers, “Were you just planning on moping around in your room for Christmas?”
You slap him on the chest, but there’s no venom behind it.
“Excuse you, I actually had riveting plans to make myself a hot chocolate and watch a movie.”
His laughs quiet down, an easy smile still resting on his face.
“We still can, you know?” He starts softly. “I’ve got hot chocolate somewhere and a Netflix membership. The world is our oyster.”
At this, you pause, surprised by the offer. Then you snort.
“That’s really kind of you.” You bite back the urge to tease, and fail. “Do you even know how to boil water, though?”
He plants a hand onto his chest in mock offense. “What makes you question my ability to boil water?”
“Your kettle,” you supply. “It looks like it hasn’t been touched or cleaned in years.”
He huffs indignantly, although it’s all playful.
“We can wash it. It still works.”
Some more banter rolls by, and you finally get up from the bed, legs aching, still naked as you scavenge the covers for the clothes he threw at you earlier.
He clears his throat. “Hey, I’m gonna need you to put on clothes, stat.”
You whip around, finding joy in his pink cheeks. He was literally just inside you, and now he’s acting all shy?
What a fun guy.
You giggle. “Or what?”
He rolls his eyes. “Unless you want me to bend you over the counter and fuck you senseless again.”
He says it casually, tugging on a t-shirt himself. The simpleness of the statement makes it that much harder for your heart to handle.
There’s a comfortable silence that washes over you two as you get dressed, finally locating his clothes under a pillow. They drown you, probably a good three sizes too large, but they’re comfy—and they smell amazing.
He waltzes into the kitchen, with you tailing behind, when you suddenly feel the urge to say something to him.
“Hey, Jungkook?”
He turns around, tilting his head. “Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
His eyes widen, before all of his features soften. A gentle smile graces his lips, and help you God, because you’re swooning so hard you feel a little light headed.
“You’re welcome.”
You could be thanking him for many things right now. For helping you charge your phone. For lending you a bed to sleep in. For ruining every guy you’ll ever sleep with after this.
But as you follow him into the kitchen and examine his admittedly gross kettle with a laugh, you find that what you’re most grateful for is this one thing: the fact that he’s made your Christmas a little better.
a/n. if you enjoyed, a comment or reblog can realllyyy make my day!! thank you for reading, much love and happy holidays!
a compilation of fics I'd love for someone to erase them from my memory so I can read them again for the first time, in no particular order or category
✨seokjin✨
🌷clichés and canapés (seokjin x reader) by @kpopfanfictrash
🌷kairos (seokjin x reader) by @luffles424
🌷 like this? (seokjin x reader) by @jeongi
🌷glazed and dazed (seokjin x reader) by @floralseokjin
🌷golden boy (seokjin x reader) by @kpopfanfictrash
✨yoongi✨
🌷 illicit favors (yoongi x reader) by @yoongiofmine
🌷 performance evaluation (yoongi x reader) by @kookscrescent
🌷 the one where he takes polaroids of you riding him (yoongi x reader) by @taintedjeon
🌷 the landlord (yoongi x reader) by @ppersonna
🌷riding with style (yoongi x reader) by @jiminsafairy
🌷the pink pill (yoongi x reader) by @dollfaceksj
🌷 contagious (yoongi x reader) by @explicit-tae
🌷take one (yoongi x reader) by @untaemedqueen
✨hoseok✨
🌷 snowed in (hoseok x reader) by @untaemedqueen
🌷off duty (hoseok x reader) by @dawnagustd
🌷 live, laugh, love (hoseok x reader) by @untaemedqueen
🌷coffee? (hoseok x reader) by @untaemedqueen
🌷our queen (hoseok) by @dreamescapeswriting
✨namjoon✨
🌷ocasional gifting (namjoon x reader) by @untaemedqueen
🌷new guy (namjoon x reader) by @kithtaehyung
🌷halcyon days (namjoon x reader) by @melancholy-of-nadia
🌷shipwreck (namjoon x reader) by @jiminsafairy
✨jimin✨
🌷point of no return (jimin x reader) by @wwilloww
🌷safer in your arms (jimin x reader) by @jiminsafairy
🌷the bird cage (jimin x reader) by @untaemedqueen
🌷exposure (jimin x reader) by @dreamyjoons
🌷strip! (jimin x reader) by @yoonia
🌷on the house (jimin x reader) by @dreamyjoons
✨taehyung✨
🌷drive you fucking crazy (taehyung x reader) by @borathae
🌷tales of the twin suns (taehyung x reader) by @jiminsafairy
🌷any way you want it (taehyung x reader) by @noteguk
🌷marshmallows and report cards (taehyung x reader) by @untaemedqueen
🌷mommy (taehyung x reader) by @borathae
🌷ten out of ten (taehyung x reader) by @shadowkoo
🌷 girls in bikinis (taehyung x reader) by @bratkook
🌷silver and blue series (taehyung x reader) by @untaemedqueen
🌷lock down (taehyung x reader) by @untaemedqueen
✨jungkook✨
🌷throttle (jungkook x reader) by @alphabetboyluvr
🌷mutt (jungkook x reader) by @letsbangts
🌷will it fit? (jungkook x reader) by @jeonsweetpea
🌷bad decisions (jungkook x reader) by @alphabetboyluvr
🌷͙gunplay (jungkook x reader) by @borathae
🌷 bad for you (jungkook x reader) by @yoonia
🌷not text books here (jungkook x reader) by @ririkookiemonster
🌷just friends (jungkook x reader) by @kinktae
🌷vaunt (jungkook x reader) by @yminie
🌷bullseye (jungkook x reader) by @whatifyoulivelikethat
🌷what a view (jungkook x reader) by @borathae
🌷the boy is mine (jungkook x reader) by @dreamersparacosm
🌷 center of attention (jungkook x reader) by @bangtanintotheroom
🌷 bitchin' (jungkook x reader) by @kinktae
🌷the alpha omega series (jungkook x reader) by @borathae
✨multiple✨
🌷lights, camera, action (namjoon x reader x jungkook) (3 part series) by @colormepurplex2
🌷miss comunication (namjoon x reader x jungkook) by @dovechim
🌷la creme de la creme (jungkook, taehyung and jimin x reader) by @breadoffoxy
🌷triads and tribulations (jimin x reader x taehyung) by @rendaze
🌷babybun (yoongi x reader x jungkook) by @borathae
🌷stretch you out (namjoon x reader x jungkook) by @chateautae
🌷by the pool (seokjin x reader x jungkook) by @bluewhale52
🌷in the dark (jimin x reader x jungkook) by @jksangelic
🌷baby baby (jimin x reader x taehyung) by @hobiwonder
🌷darling, you are late (seokjin x reader x namjoon) by @jiminsafairy
🌷waiting for (yoongi x reader x jungkook) by @whatifyoulivelikethat
🌷basic needs (yoongi x reader x jungkook) by @gggukniverse
🌷rain on me (taehyung x reader x jungkook) by @dawnagustd
🌷experiment 21 (jimin x reader x jin ) by @untamedqueen
🌷bb / gg (jungkook x reader) by @whatifyoulivelikethat
🌷picnics (yoongi x reader x jungkook) by @borathae
See You Like That
Ship: Childhood Frenemy/Roommate!Jungkook x Bitch!Reader
Description: Your entire life, you only saw Jeon Jungkook as a nuisance you couldn’t escape from. But what happens after the two of you move in together, and the dreams that plague you force you to see him in a different light?
Warnings: Extremely Mean Hard Dom!Jungkook, BDSM, Brat!Reader, Masochist!Reader, Sadist!Jungkook, Dub-Con, Extreme Face-Fucking, Oral (m. & f. receiving), Extreme Degradation, Extreme Humiliation, Facial, Face-Fucking Again (a different sort of way), Rimming (f. receiving), Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Multiple Sex Scenes, Like these scenes are actually crazy, Slapping, Spanking, Fingering, Pussy-Slapping, Spit, Rough Sex, Praise, Choking, Manhandling, Restraining, Hate Sex, Angry Sex, Possessiveness, Masturbation, Sex-Toys, Squirting, Dacryphilia, Hair Pulling, Jungkook has a HUUUUUGE Cawhk, Threesome? (Ft. Taehyung), Reader is a bitch because I love them
Word Count: 30.3k
A/N: This was an absolute monster to write, but it had to be done.
The first 11 days of your life were absolutely glorious.
You slept as much as you want, ate as much as you want, basked in the light of your mother's arms without a care in the world. They were probably the best days of your life, not that you could remember them. Nothing threatened to disturb your peace.
And then Jeon Jungkook came along.
Oh, both of your mothers were absolutely thrilled. Having been life-long best friends, they had every intention of staying together until their dying days. They meant it, too. Living next door to each other, getting pregnant within the next year— though that part was much closer together than originally anticipated. Luck is what they assumed.
When both had a bundle of joy to call their own, who they planned to raise together, they were elated beyond belief.
"They're going to be the best of friends, forever and ever, just like us!"
Ha. Little did they know.
Sure, you got along with Jungkook when you were little kids. The two of you would take baths in the same sink together as infants, attended the same preschool. He would be the one who yanked you off school bullies during recess, dragging you off as your fists flew towards whatever boy had been picking on him. He was your partner during every field day, without even having to ask.
But then some form of resentment grew.
Jungkook was always the golden child of you two. Never got into fights, always got straight A's, never got sent to the principal's office. You, on the other hand, always found yourself in some sort of trouble. You couldn't help but always say the wrong thing, or find yourself in the wrong place, wrong time. And who was the one who always had to drag you out? Golden Boy Jeon Jungkook. Despite being almost two weeks younger than you, he ended up being the one mainly in charge, he ended up being the responsible one, he was the one who had to look out for you. It was supposed to be the other way around! What about that bullshit saying that women matured faster than men?
Somehow you proved the be the exception, and having Jungkook always come to your rescue made you absolutely livid as the years went on.
"I don't need your help!" God, how many times had you screamed those words at him?
Suddenly he was the one you were letting your anger out on, with your angry quips and quick insults. Didn't help that you knew him inside and out, having grown up with him. At first he'd just take it, letting you blow your fuse and get it out of your system. But then he started throwing punches back. Not literal ones, no, it never got to that level. But he'd have something sharp to say to cut you down when you were making your own attempts, no longer silently taking the full force that was your rage at both him and yourself.
The worst part though was he never left either.
You were stuck together, whether either of you liked it or not. He probably wanted to leave you a million times by then, but due to the pressure of your parents, you were now his responsibility. Always in the same classes, always enrolled at the same summer camps. Living twenty feet away from each other. There was no escape. You and Jungkook were going to a part of each other's lives forever it looked like, and there was nothing you could do about it. So every day you'd walk together from school. Every weekend your parents would have a joint dinner together. Every family vacation, every cruise, the two of you were forced to share a room.
Your parents thought you'd both grow out of this festering resentment. Eventually they accepted that it was simply some sort of sibling dynamic. Sure, you guys bickered constantly, you both swore you couldn't stand each other's guts, but you both still cared. You couldn't help it. You hadn't known a life without Jungkook, and he didn't know a life without you. It was hard to imagine. No matter what happened between you two, you guys never left each other's sides.
You were finally able to gain some distance when you both went off to college. Granted, it was the same one, the only one close enough and affordable enough for your family, and Jungkook had gotten a full ride there, so it was no brainer. But you didn't live in the same dorms, and you were able to make separate friends who didn't know you two as being practically conjoined twins. You had gotten sick of hearing it in the hallways.
"Oh she's basically his sister!" That's what so many would say when they questioned why the two of you were so close. You couldn't stand it. It was bad enough being tied to him so closely already, the thought of actually being related made you want to barf.
You did imagine however that Jungkook was the closest you'd ever get to a brother. He was protective at the most annoying and inconvenient times, like when he insisted on following you to your first house party and refused to let you drink or take a hit of anything. He was super annoying, like when he gloated over his college entrance exams and their scores, rubbing in your face just how much better he was than you, at everything, always. Just another thing to add to the list of things you hated about him.
When the two of you entered university, though, you finally let your wings spread. No more being forced to go to his lacrosse games. No more cramped car rides in the backseat where both of you would stomp on each other's toes and try to get more leg room. You were independent of him. You could do what you want, when you want, and Jungkook didn't have a single say.
Sure, you went a little wild your freshman year. Stayed out until 3-4 AM almost every night, spent many nights in guys' dorms, got a little too wasted at some parties and experienced a black out or two. But they was your lessons to learn, and no one was keeping you from learning them. You kept yourself moderately in check though. No bar fights, no spats with your professors. You couldn't care less what Jungkook was doing. Little nerd was probably skipping any party he was invited to, nose probably buried in his books. Mr. Perfect probably had too much school work to worry about you, either. Didn't matter how many tattoos he used to fill his new sleeve over the years, he was just as uncool as when he threw up in the touch tank during a summer camp field trip.
After you cleaned up your act a little more as university went on, getting the last late nights and parties out of your system, you had to work a little harder to bring your GPA up to par. You hadn't been flunking your classes first year or anything, but you had too many C's for your liking. If Jungkook were still hovering over your shoulder, he'd probably smack you on your head and force you to read the textbook front to back until you set the curve.
You'd see Jungkook in the library occasionally. He was never alone, always with friends. Go figure. Everyone just loooooved Jungkook his entire life. Those stupid big eyes and bunny teeth always made them suckers. He was always popular, getting along with everyone, gentlemanly and one of the bros, even in high school. You were the only one who saw past his facade, saw how nasty he could truly be. The real him.
No matter how much time had passed, you knew he was a resentful little snot underneath.
Neither of you would disturb each other's peace, though. You'd just share glances when you were both in the dining hall, or grunt when you passed by in the hallways. When each summer came around you'd both be too busy with your new groups of friends for your parents to even drag you back together, only the occasional family dinner forcing you at the same table. You two would barely acknowledge each other during it, your respective families filling the other in on the other's lives.
Jungkook made Dean's list. Big surprise.
You had a trip with a few girls during spring break. Big whoop.
You did your best to keep it to a minimal. The few words you did exchange alone were biting at best. You were enjoying your freedom from his annoying face, endless charisma, and perfect grades.
But then university came to an end, and both of you found yourselves moving back to your home town.
It was another dinner with your folks and his, and you were pretty sick of still having to live with your parents. After living separately from them for four years, something felt a little humiliating about being back under their roof. Sure, you could get an apartment, but it was so expensive in this area. You definitely weren't being paid enough to live on your own with your entry-level job, even at the apartments in the shadier areas.
"How's the apartment hunting going, sweetie?" Jungkook's mom asked, a saccharine smile on her lips. Joint dinners were something you were forced to go to again, now that you were back. Which meant having to see him a minimum of every weekend.
You shrugged, nudging at the piece of meat on your plate with your fork. "I dunno. I looked at another in Frazier—"
His mother gasped. "Frazier! Oh honey, no! You can't live there, that's such a bad part of town. You know, crime's gotten much worse since you kids have been gone. A young lady like yourself shouldn't be living there alone." As if a lightbulb went off in her head, her eyes danced to Jungkook, who was busy devouring the steak your dad had helped cook. "Say, Kook, sweetheart, how's your search been going?"
"Hm?" He did his best to swallow down whatever meat was still in his mouth. You dipped your spoon in the peas, eating them and you prepared for him to drone on about whatever success he inevitably found. "It's, uh, hard. Not a lot of studio apartments that are exactly affordable."
No surprise there.
While you had immediately entered the main workforce for a low tier job after graduation, Jungkook had moved up to continuing grad school, which meant he only had the availability for part-time. It wasn't a surprise he was strapped for cash.
"Say," your dad started, "I have an idea."
Oh no. Oh no no no. You knew exactly where this was leading.
"What if Y/N and Jungkook get an apartment together?"
No!
Your mother clapped her hands, eyes lit up with delight at the prospect. "Oh that sounds like a wonderful idea! It'd be perfect. I normally wouldn't be a fan of the idea of Y/N living with a man, but Jungkook—"
"Mom," you choked on your peas, slamming your fist down on your chest to try and get them to go down. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Oh hush now, you've been complaining for months about having to live with us. Besides, Jungkook can keep an eye on you and make sure you're not up to any trouble," your mother scolded.
"This would be perfect! You two can split the rent. Much better than living with strangers," his mother joined in. Clearly their minds were already made up.
You glanced to Jungkook, eyes pleading for once as you waited for his disapproval. He ignored you, though, shrugging before taking another bite of steak. "Sure. We can talk about it alone later."
You wanted your chair to sink into the Earth and swallow you whole, then and there.
—
Jungkook closed the door to his childhood bedroom, hands in his pockets as he turned to you. Dinner had been at his parents' tonight, with your dads grilling the steaks and your moms picking out the wine. Your eyes scoured the room you were all too familiar with, the same old lacrosse posters and gaming equipment you were used to. You wanted to find some form of mess. An open ramen cup, strewn about clothes, anything to give you an excuse that living with Jeon Jungkook was an impossible, terrible proposition. Perfect as he was though, everything was clean as a whistle, far more organized than your own abode.
"This is a terrible idea, isn't it? We should just go down there and tell them we absolutely cannot, right?" You laughed it away, glancing to Jungkook for confirmation.
He doesn't seem so amused, though. "I dunno. I've been looking to move out for a while, honestly."
Your eyes widened with disbelief. "You aren't seriously considering this, are you?"
"Why not? It seems practical," he shrugged. A sly grin started to form on his lips. "Don't tell me you're scared of living with a man, Y/N."
Your face twisted into a scowl. "Ugh, I can't stand you. You're hardly a man, anyways. I mean, c'mon, space themed comforter? Really?"
"You still have those glowing star stickers on your ceiling."
"Those—" You snap your fingers at him, taking a step closer. "—are for nostalgia."
"And mine aren't?"
"We can't even stand being in the same room together for five minutes!" You feel yourself regressing back into a teenager, as though you were on fire whenever Jungkook was in your vicinity. "How're we supposed to live together in a tiny, cramped apartment?"
"What, you can't even pretend to act like an adult?" He quirked a condescending brow at you.
You felt your face heat up at his words. "I can." You crossed your arms, groveling. "Are you just desperate to live with me all of the sudden?"
He scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself, princess. I just don't want to live with a stranger. My first dorm I got randomly assigned a roommate, and it did not go well. At least I know there aren't any surprises that come with you."
Your jaw dropped. "You really are considering this."
His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, his arms crossing too, now. "Are you?"
Your mind spun as you gave it some serious thought. Jungkook was definitely a lot cleaner than most men you knew. And he typically was lights out by midnight, which meant no keeping you up, and you knew he was a heavy enough sleeper for you to be able to roam about in the late hours without waking him up. Hell, with him being an early riser and you being a night owl, you might hardly see each other. Besides, it's been years since the two of you would constantly go at it. More than now. Maybe you could mature into being civilized, well mannered adults. Mainly you, but still.
"Lets set up some ground rules first," you said. "No messes in shared spaces."
"Duh."
"And no leaving the bathroom seat up!" No doubt that the best you two could afford would be a two bedroom, one bathroom situation.
"Fine." Jungkook tilted his head. "Any other requests, princess?"
You glowered at the stupid pet name, wanting to wither him on the spot with your glare. "How often do you bring people over?"
A slow smile curls on his lips again. "Oh, well isn't that personal?"
"Ew not like that! Ugh, I don't even want to think about you doing that." You shook the thought from your head. "How often do you have friends over?"
The smile was still plastered on his face. "Oh, none spend the night if that's what your worried about. And we'll keep it down."
"Your friends," you emphasized.
"I was talking about my friends." He laughed at your expression. "You should get your mind out of the gutter."
Your mouth parted in surprise. "I wasn't— oh my god, you're so infuriating! Just don't have your friends yelling in the living room past 1 AM, got it? I will have no problem shouting at them to keep it down." You rolled your eyes. "Like a nerd like you gets laid anyways."
"Are you worried now?"
You guffaw at the accusation. "Me? Worried? For what, you? Please. You ended up having to take me to homecoming, remember?"
"Yeah, because our parents wanted us too. It's not like I wasn't asked." That was news to you. "And how often are you planning to bring people over?"
"Occasionally."
"Then you make sure they keep it down by 11 PM, and we'll have no problem."
Your brows furrowed. "11? Even on weekends? I was being generous with you, old man. What, don't tell me you fall asleep at 9 usually?"
"Calling me old when you're the older one?" He laughed. "That's right, I forget with how childish you act."
That really made your face burn. You slap the wall next to you, frustrated. "You make it so hard to like you sometimes."
"The feeling's mutual." He meets your gaze, eyes narrowed. "Think you're up for acting like an adult for once in your life? Or do you still want to be coddled by Mommy and Daddy?"
You glared at him, the scowl now permanently etched on your face as your hand slid down the wall. "Fine," you huffed. "Let's do this."
—
Finding an apartment ended up being much easier now that you were going off of two budgets. Sure, most of the realtors that were helping you thought you two were a couple, and you were both adamant and offended each time you were accused. That was annoying. Plus you'd bicker like a married couple the entire process. This area isn't safe enough for him, this apartment was too far of a commute for you, so on and so forth.
Finally, though, the two of you came to an agreement on a nice two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. It wasn't the biggest, and you'd have absolutely no luck avoiding Jungkook in these cramped quarters, but it was affordable and got you out of your parents' place at least. It had a gym facility for Jungkook to apparently use, and it was very close to a convenience shop, which you liked.
Living with Jungkook had some ups and downs. You had to spend more on groceries now because Jungkook ate like it was a competition, and yet he still had the nerve to scold you when you stole some of his snacks. He shouldn't need the sweets anyways, with how often he was apparently at the gym downstairs. If anything you were looking out for him by making sure he doesn't undo whatever progress he's making. One plus was that he was a neat freak. Anything you left in the living room would end up being organized neatly, and he had a much better eye for interior decoration than you would've suspected looking at his childhood bedroom.
Living with a man wasn't all that bad.
Until you were reminded he was a man.
He came back into the apartment, grunting when he saw you on your laptop at the kitchen counter. You didn't even grunt back a response, glancing at him briefly before you were left taken aback.
Jungkook had just gotten back from the gym, drenched in sweat and wearing a tight, black compression shirt that left little to the imagination. When had he gotten so buff? He usually only wore hoodies in the house, how had you not noticed? You remembered being so annoyed when his growth spurt hit and he began to tower over you, but now he was... wider. His shoulders were broad and his waist narrow. It was as though he were shaped like a Dorito chip. The shirt was damn sinful, too. You could practically make out every muscle and line of his abs. Since when had he had tits? They were massive! Surely the shirt was doing all the work. Surely he wasn't built like a pro boxer. You had seen him during countless family trips to the beach. Even when he was at his most active at lacrosse in high school, he was a skinny twerp that could barely hold you up enough to throw you into the water, ruining your hair.
And the sweat. The way his hair was plastered to his forehead, the beads of sweat trickling down his neck and into the shirt. His biceps that seemed too big to be contained by such tiny material, bulging and tensing as he raised the water bottle to his lips and took greedy gulps, Adam's apple bobbing up and down his throat.
Thank God he was wearing sweats at least, because now you were wondering if his thighs were secretly the size of tree trunks, threatening to squeeze and pop whatever was in between. Since when had his body transformed into being exactly your type?
It suddenly dawned on you that Jungkook was, in fact, possibly attractive. Not that you were attracted to him personally, no way.
"Why're you so quiet?"
You're snapped out of your trance, your eyes flitting back to Jungkook's as he gives you a suspicious glare, done with his water.
"Oh, um..." That's right, you usually had some nasty comment to say whenever he got back home. "B-Back from the gym?"
"Obviously," he snorted, stepping forward to lean against the countertop, sliding away his water bottle. Fuck, don't look at his tits again, don't look at his biceps as he leans on his elbows! Don't look at every vein that's popping out beneath his skin, like he's a mosquitos wet dream! "Wouldn't kill you to go now and then, you know."
You rolled your eyes. "I'm already blessed with a perfect body, thank you very much."
His hard stare continued, watching as you tried to shirk your gaze away from his impeccable form. "Is something up?"
"No! Just... need a distraction." You huffed under your breath. "Clearly."
"Distraction, huh?" A small smirk appeared. "My friend Taehyung wants me and some of the other guy to go out clubbing tonight."
"You club?" You had a hard time imagining Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes out partying, but you were having a hard time imagining anything besides what was beneath that shirt at the moment.
"Yeah. You can come if you want. Though I'm sure you'd much rather—"
"Sure, why not." You couldn't stand the thought of Jungkook bringing a girl home tonight and having to listen. And looking like that? It was bound to happen. The impossible now seemed very possible, you were going to cock-block even if it killed you.
Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, really?"
"Sure, it's been a while since I went out. I need a distraction anyways." You shut your laptop closed and stretched, needing to close your eyes for a second to make it easier to not ogle your roommate. "Unless there's a problem with that?"
"No! No, I just... wasn't expecting you to say yes, that's all." He lifted from the countertop and pulled out a towel next to his water bottle, rubbing the sheen of sweat off his neck much to your dismay. "We usually go out at 10, that cool?"
"Isn't that a bit past your bedtime?" You chuckled at the thought. "Sure you can get your morning run in?"
"I'll get my cardio in one way or another," he said before slinking off.
Now that you didn't like to hear.
—
Jungkook's friends were nice enough, three guys about your age named Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok.
They were all attractive, same level as Jungkook, and you tried to think back to all of those friends you used to spot Jungkook with at university. Were they all in the same league, the way attractive people tend to hang out with their own kind, leaving you uggos to your own devices to stare up at them in awe? Did everyone know Jungkook was hot except you? Were you just an idiot who had been blinded by knowing him before Acutane and Invisalign?
They all treated you cordially, and when Taehyung made a sly comment he was quickly scolded by Jungkook, who said, "Don't even think about it."
Pity, Taehyung was pretty hot. You wouldn't mind taking him for a ride if you weren't going to be preoccupied making sure Jungkook didn't see any action.
Perfect Jungkook agreed to be the DD of the night for you, thankfully. You had never seen him drunk before, and part of you was admittedly disappointed you wouldn't get to see it tonight. What kind of drunk was he? Giggly, happy drunk? Angry, loud mouthed drunk? Nah, that definitely didn't fit.
Horny drunk?
Maybe it was a good thing he was the one driving.
The club was loud, as expected, with bodies on bodies pressed against each other closer to the DJ booth. Jungkook leaned in to your ear so you could hear him, and you got a hearty whiff of his cologne. Fuck, it reminded you of the Abercrombie and Fitch scent you used to be obsessed with in middle school. How did it still have this effect? "Are you wanting to drink or dance already?"
You watched as Hoseok and Jimin wove their way into the crowd, disappearing from sight. "I think I'll need a drink first."
"That's fine. Just catch me in there." He doesn't say another word before he followed after his friends, leaving you behind. Whatever. You looked around for Taehyung, wondering where he had wandered off to, to no avail. Dejected and temporarily thrown off the tracks of Mission: Cock-Block Jungkook, you make your way to the bar. It isn't until a lemon drop is in front of you that you feel a hand on your shoulder.
You turned around, a red-faced, drunken girl greeting you with a cheesy smile. "Oh my God, did you walk in here with Jungkook?"
"Er— yes? Are you his friend?"
She leaned in harder against you, and you feel the heat from the alcohol off her. "Oh my God, define friend? Ha, no, we just hooked up once."
Your ears perked up at that. Hooked up? She had slept with Jungkook? Jungkook actually got down like that? "Oh... really?"
"Really!" She beamed. Her eyes went wide as she stared at you. "Are you sleeping with him too?"
"No, no, I—" Before you could correct her that you had never slept with Jungkook and surely never would, she interjected.
"Girl, you need to get ooooon that!" She giggled, snapping her fingers at the bartender for his attention, digging around in her purse for her card. "Excuse me, Mr. Bartender! Can we get two green tea shots over here?" She plopped down on the seat next to you, scooting in closer. "When I tell you it was the best dick of my lifeeee girlfriend, you better believe it."
You were suddenly so glad that this oversharing, drunk mess was giving you such valueable intel. You felt like a spy, gathering information on the enemy through sly thinking and a silver tongue. Granted, anything would probably sound cool to her in the state she was in. And you didn't even try, but who were you to deny blackmail material? You could always ues a leg up on Jungkook. You leaned on one elbow, suddenly incredibly intrigued. "Oh really?" You smiled as best you could. "You're kidding."
"No way!" The two shots slid before you. "He's got like, a third leg, I'm telling you!"
"I want all of the details." Normally you wouldn't want to hear a thing about Jungkook's sex life, but this opportunity had fallen right into your lap. Who were you not to take it? Plus, your mind was still spinning with thoughts of him in his compression tee, and the fact he even went clubbing in the first place. Suddenly you were more than curious to know about every aspect of Jungkook you had been missing out on.
"Take the shot with me and I'll tell you everything!"
You couldn't say no to that, and anything for the mission. Glasses up, and you felt the sharp burn travel down your throat and into the pit of your stomach. Bringing your face back to neutral, you turned to your new friend. "Spill."
"Ok, so," she leaned in closer, mouth next to your ear. "We hooked up in the bathroom here like a year— wait, was it two years?— ago. Oh my god, when I tell you, I'd do anything for another go. Unfortunately I've got this situationship with a guy named Jake— don't ever go for guys with J names, I'm telling you, they'll fuck you up."
"Like Jungkook?" You tried to get her back on track.
"Oh he'd be in a good way!" She laughed. "I don't know actually. It was a one night thing. Never even got his number. Can you give it to me? Wait. Never mind. Jake wouldn't like that."
"I don't know, bathroom fucks don't sound the greatest." Damn did she seem to wander in conversation.
"Oh my God, I know right? Usually it's so nasty— but girl, when I tell you, he was nastier. He was an absolute freak!" She sighed, tapping on her empty shot glass and waving to the bartender again for refills. "I wish Jake were that freaky sometimes. I mean, he tries, but still."
"What do you mean, freak?" Jungkook? A freak? The dude probably was as vanilla as you could get! You remembered when your moms gave you the talk together, and how red his face got.
Her eyes lit up. "Absolute freak! Fucking rough, in all the right ways. It's so hard to come across big dick that's actually good, y'know? Like humongous, like, girth of a coke can, almost! I felt like I was going to die choking on that, y'know what I mean? And the mouth on him, Jesus!"
"Good to know he reciprocates, I guess," you shrugged, reaching for your new green tea shot as it was placed in front of you. This girl was a blessing in disguise spilling these nasty details to a stranger, but it was so much you definitely needed more liquor to get through it.
"Oh girl, he reciprocates. And that boy is a talker." She downed her shot, and you did the same. "I've never heard a guy talk like that outside of porn."
You felt like your heard was about to explode. Jungkook, a yapper in bed? The most you had ever heard a guy say was "Do you like that, baby?" To which you'd simply nodded and checked the time to see if you'd be able to make it home in time to binge your TV show. Jungkook couldn't even say the word "fuck" until he was 14. What on Earth had he been spewing?
"This sounds a bit hard to believe." You felt your cheeks warm up, knowing a rosy flush would soon overtake your face.
"I don't blame you. But I am giving out the recommendation," she snickered. "He's a bit mean though, fair warning. I thought he would be all sweet but, boy, did he throw me for a loop!"
"Mean how?"
She asked the bartender for another refill and nudged the shot to you. You were a little hesitant. One lemon drop and three shots already in such a short amount of time? You hadn't drunk like this in years.
"C'mon, last round I promise! It's all on me. All of my roommates are so sick of me talking about it again and again all this time. They heard all the juicy deets over and over again. They said if I mention it even one more time they're locking me out of my apartment. But good dick is so hard to come by, of course anyone would obsess over it!" She huffed, sliding the glass closer to you. "And you're soooo pretty. You deserve good dick. We all do."
Well, a free drink is a free drink.
You took the last shot, the buzz amplifying as you felt yourself loosen up and relax more. The burn in the pit of your stomach encouraged your endeavor. You looked at the girl, her pretty face squealing with delight as she felt the alcohol course through her veins. "Where are your friends, anyways?"
"Oh, I'm here with Abby, but she's over there sucking face." She pointed behind her, and lo and behold, you finally figured out where Taehyung had went.
"Oh, I know that guy."
"Do you? Is he nice?"
"I can't really say, honestly. I don't know him that well. He's one of Jungkook's friends." You circled your finger around the rim of the glass, eyeing her. "How mean are we talking?"
Her smile stretched from ear to ear. "Evil."
A tattooed hand appeared from behind you, and you spun around to see Jungkook's sweaty form. Your newly discovered weakness. Now-Drunk-You was barely keeping it together enough to keep Sober-You's dignity intact. He looked too damn good in his dark jeans, white tank, and black jacket. The silver chain he often wore only brought your attention to his sweaty neck. Your mind was flooded with the new information you had received, and you couldn't help but laugh in his face out of the sheer ridiculousness of it and nervousness.
He cocked his head to the side, studying your face. His eyes darted between the empty glasses and your lidded eyes. "How much have you had to drink?"
"Oh, pshh, this is nothing. I used to do this all the time." You slid the glasses further away from you, as though that would hide the evidence. "I believe you know my new friend, here."
Your friend waved her hand, giggling. "Hiiii Jungkook."
He gave her a warm smile. Not one that said he had railed her in a nearby bathroom, apparently. Maybe she had made everything up? Gotten your Jungkook mixed up with some sex deity you desperately needed to meet? "Hi Layla."
"Met your new girl, here. She's fun!"
"She's my roommate," Jungkook corrected, and for some reason you didn't like it. Was he interested in hooking up with Layla again? She clearly was down.
Layla looked at you, eyes widened. "Roommate? Girl, I could never! How do you—"
You interrupted her, not wanting her to finish her sentence. It wasn't one you trusted yourself to answer honestly at the moment. Instead you pointed to where Taehyung and Abby were. "Look, your friend is busy sucking face with her friend."
"So he is," Jungkook hummed, eyes diverting back to you. "You all good?"
"Yeah, yeah!" You tried to focus on him. His pretty eyes looked so concerned. You felt so much more affection toward him when you were drunk. You were tempted to pull him in by the chain and pinch his cheeks the way you did when you were kids. "Where have you been?"
"Dancing. I was waiting for you to join."
"Fiiine I'll come." You hopped up from your seat and turned to Layla. "Thank you so much for the drinks. It was lovely meeting you."
"Byeee girlfriend. If he doesn't take you home I will," she winked. You were tempted to take her up on that offer.
Without thinking you grabbed Jungkook's hand, pulling him into the crowd. Whether he was shocked by your action or not, you didn't know. You danced and held your arms up, feeling the alcohol loosen your movements and occasionally bumping into others. You eventually spied Jimin and Hoseok tearing it up on the dance floor, greeting you with cheerful smiles and hyping you up. You were drunk enough to welcome it, spinning around and cheering Jungkook on too as you spotted him moving along with the music.
He was actually doing pretty good, incorporating footwork and everything in the little dancing room he had. The most you were really able to do well was sway your hips to the beat.
"I didn't know you could dance!" When the two of you were forced to go to homecoming together he was always stepping on your toes. Granted, you stepped on his toes first, and on purpose, so perhaps he had only been doing it as a form of payback.
"Seems like there's a lot you don't know." God, his voice sounded so sexy right in your ear like that. You knew he didn't think anything of the forced proximity, it being a necessity with how loud the crowd and music was, but still. You were going weak at the knees.
You scoffed, almost to yourself. "Yeah... no kidding."
Unfortunately for many others, there was a very particular type of drunk you were. The wander-drunk. Before long you were finding the crowd suffocating to be in, and your heels were starting to give you blisters. Making your way upstairs to get a little bit more quiet, you crashed on one of the couches, the area much more vacant save for some people making out. Gross. You can't believe Jungkook hooked up here of all places. And in a nasty ass bathroom? Disgusting. Maybe he really was a horndog.
You shouldn't have been surprised when Jungkook followed after you, sitting down much too close for your mental well being.
You felt much friendlier to him now, giggling as you caught your breath and sticking your finger in his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against the tip. "Gonna follow me in the bathroom too?"
"Layla told you a lot, huh?"
"Pshh." You pull your finger back and looked away, not wanting to be reminded of everything she told you. "Girl's a yapper."
"What'd she tell you?"
You side-eyed him, a smirk creeping up on your lips. "Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?"
He rolled his eyes. "I would, in fact. Seems like it was about me."
"She saw us walk in together. Told me you two hooked up." You crossed your arms. "Told me a lot, actually."
He grinned. "All good things, I bet."
You felt your cheeks flare up further, and try to fight back the booze to keep your sanity in check. "Oh, that's what you assume, huh? She was telling me you sucked, actually."
"Now I know for a fact she didn't say that."
You faced him, brows furrowed. "How do you know that?"
He shrugged, that smug ass grin on his face only spreading wider. "I just do."
Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, and roll your eyes you did. "God, you men are all the same. You think your dick is gold and it's the best anyone ever had, and you're just a god in bed! Most of you guys can't even find the clit with GPS. You know most women fake it, right? Just to get it over with?"
He chuckled a little. "I've never had a girl fake it, trust me."
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Little Jeon Jungkook was actually bragging about his sex prowess, right to your face. You glared at him, leaning closer to see if you could scrutinize the lies coming out of his mouth.
"Bullshit." You shook your head, trying not to let your imagination wander. "Every girl fakes it at some point. Statistically it had to happen with you, especially if you're having random hookups at a club of all places."
"Why, have you faked it?"
"Duh." You said it as though it were obvious.
Jungkook let out a breath of air at that. "You know what, makes a lot of sense, actually."
You shot up at that, feeling offended for some reason. "Excuse you?"
He side-eyed you, a knowing look on his face. "Why you're so uptight. You've never gotten good dick before, have you?"
You felt as though someone had shot you, only able to look at him with a stunned, paralyzed expression. Who was this man, and what had he done with the dweeby, goody, Jeon Jungkook you had known for over two years?
"Are you drunk?" you blurted out, shocked that he was speaking so brazenly about this.
"No. I'm DD, remember?" His hand came up to touch your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin against his palm. The action seemed so tender, so intimate. "You're pretty tipsy, though, it seems."
You can't decide if you want to lean in or jolt away from his touch, seemingly frozen. "I'm... a little drunk."
He snickered a bit at that. "I'm sure. What's going on in that head of yours?"
You realized you must've still looked stunned. "I might say something I'll regret."
That seemed to take him by surprise. He cocked his head, confused. "Why would you regret it?"
Because it would mean throwing away years of pride over a moment that will inevitably seem so embarrassingly stupid in the morning.
You quickly leaned back out of his touch, not wanting him to feel more blood rush to your cheeks. "I-I don't know. I always say stupid shit when drunk."
"You say stupid shit when sober, too," he laughed. "Besides, drunk words are sober thoughts."
You couldn't let your drunk words or sober thoughts let him know how badly you wanted to find out if Layla had been telling the truth or not. That he was an absolute freak. With a huge cock that he knew how to use. Who spewed nasty shit in her ear as he railed her in some dirty club bathroom. That he was super fucking mean... apparently. Not that it interested you.
Your mouth instead opened and closed like a fish, unable to process the moment or what you wanted to say that would not end in your horrific demise.
Were you actually wanting Jungkook? No, no way. Layla had gotten into your head, plied you with booze, and sent you to a possible metaphorical wolf. Your drunk mouth could not be trusted at this moment.
Jungkook brushed a lock from your face, puzzled as to what had you so silent for once. He figured when drunk you'd be spilling your guts out about any and everything, just like Layla. "Are you wanting to go home already?"
You were tempted to say no, as going home with Jungkook would mean you were alone together, and you weren't in a state to not jump on him. But then you remembered your sole reason for being here, and since the club was apparently a dangerous place for Jungkook to find pussy, it was probably best you called it a night to end any possibility of him getting laid. For your own sake of getting sleep, of course. Not for your sanity or anything.
You nodded, following Jungkook downstairs as he told his friends you were both heading home (despite their protests), and helping you into the car. Your walk wasn't nearly as straight, though the heels weren't helping, and you were looking a lot more drunk than you had initially thought. Jungkook buckled your seatbelt for you, and you couldn't help but stare him as he sang softly to the music on the radio, the city lights flashing across his face as he drove you two home.
You couldn't stop ogling at him, and blatantly at that. His tatted fingers tapped against the steering wheel as he drove with one hand. His thighs were spread like a meal before you, and you couldn't help but let your gaze zero in on his crotch. Was his dick really as big as Layla said? Nearly the girth of a coke can? How was that possible? She was definitely exaggerating. And he was mean? How mean? You never had a thing for nice guys, and Jungkook was about as nice as they come. Not usually that nice to you, but still. You couldn't imagine him saying anything meaner than what he already says when you're in one of your spats with him. And during sex? What could he possibly say?
How were you being bombarded with all this new information? You knew everything about him. He liked to eat boiled eggs without eating the yolks. He used to be able to belch the alphabet in your ear just to piss you off. How did you not know he had a tree trunk for a dick sitting between his legs? You squint at the crotch of his jeans, wondering if you could make out an outline of a bulge beneath the fabric.
Fuck, you weren't going to stop thinking about this. What would it be like to suck him off... hypothetically speaking? Layla overshared she was practically choking on him. Was he a head pusher? Would he force you to take it down your throat, be super mean and degrading as he teased you for barely being able to fit him? Would he be even meaner to get back at you for all the trouble you had caused him over the years? Would he laugh as he watched you cry, trying to force yourself down to the base to please him? What would he sound like when the tip finally hit the back of your throat? Would he whimper or let out a deep groan? Would he trap your head between his bulging thighs to keep you locked on him until your eyes rolled back and you ran out of air?
Fuck fuck fuck! Your mind was being filled with all the possibilities. You couldn't be thinking about this! Absolutely not! You hated Jungkook. You knew him forever, how you could you be thinking about sucking his dick? How could you be thinking, at this very moment, of possibly begging him to let you have a taste of it and suck him off in the car just so you could get it out of your system?
Absolutely not! The sheer thought of him knowing that was absolutely mortifying!
"What're you staring at?"
Your eyes popped back up to Jungkook's, who was giving you a sideways glance, his humming ceased.
"Your jeans," you stammered out, trying to act cool.
"What about them?"
"...They're ugly. Burn them. " That was a lie, they looked scarily good on him. Let you see how thick his thighs really were. It was the best you could come up with, though. Better than the "take them off" that was about to spew from your lips.
Jungkook grunted, looking back at the road. "'Course you'd say that. Guess you're sobering up. That's good at least."
You let out a breath at your quick save, forcing yourself to look at the road too. You were just drunk and having silly horny thoughts, clearly. This was nothing. You were sure that when morning came you'd have all thoughts of Jungkook being anything other than a pest out of your mind.
—
You kneeled before Jungkook, a whimper on your lips as he cockily smirked down at you, legs spread on the sofa chair to accommodate your space between them. He looked like a king, leaning back and tilting his head with a teasing expression. Like he knew exactly what you wanted, and now he was just dangling the carrot on the stick, tormenting you.
"C'mon, say it again."
You swallowed hard, eyes flying between his tantalizing crotch and his wicked expression. "Can I..." You licked your lips, mouth suddenly feeling dry. "Can I please suck your dick?"
"Oh? You wanna suck it?" He laughed cruelly, shaking his head. "Why should I let you? You've been nothing but a bitch to me for years."
"I know, I just," you took in a sharp breath. "Just need it. I can't stop thinking about it. Need to get it out of my system."
"Hm, I'm not sure." He cocked his head to the side, considering it. His eyes scanned your pathetic state in front of him. "Shouldn't give brats what they want. Might give them the wrong idea."
"Please! At least... at least let me see it." You stared at his crotch ravenously, curiosity eating at you. Maybe even a glimpse would be enough to satiate you and put the issue to bed. Quietly, you asked, "Please let me see it?"
"Mmm, you sound so sweet when you beg. You're so nice when you want something."
You nodded furiously, desperate for anything he can give you. "I'll be good. I promise. I'll do whatever you want."
"Yeah? I don't feel like being nice to you, though, princess. Think you can handle that?"
Your mouth began to water, watching his legs spread a little wider. "Yes, I want it. Want you to be mean."
"You gonna choke on it?"
Nod.
"You wanna gag and drool all over yourself while you do it?"
You sharply inhaled. "Yes, please."
"I'm real big, princess. You sure you know what you're signing up for?"
"Yes! Please please please just let me suck your dick. I can't take it any more!" You felt like you were going to cry already from his teasing.
He smirked, shaking his head with disbelief at your desperation. You had no idea what you just signed up for. "Hm, if you say so. Go ahead and take it out, then."
You shuffled closer between his legs all too eagerly, mouth now watering with the thought of being able to finally taste him. With shaky hands you reached up for his zipper, tugging down the same jeans you had called hideous. Yanking down the Calvin Klein briefs, you almost jumped back as his cock sprung to life in front of your face, far bigger than you had anticipated or ever taken before. He was huge, with a dick that looked like it should only exist in brutal porn links on Twitter.
"Mm, don't be shy, baby." Jungkook tangled his hands in your hair, roughly pulling you closer to it. He stroked his cock a bit, smacking it against your lips and cheeks, laughing at how you screwed your eyes shut and tried to turn away. He didn't let you, keeping you in place as he further degraded you. "Don't run from it. Begged so much to even see it. Are you going to choke on it like you promised?"
You nodded, taking it in your hands, surprised when your fingertips barely meet. Layla was right about his girth, and you couldn't help but feel a sting between your legs at the mere prospect of it. You give out a small kitten lick at the tip, circling your tongue around it and looking up at him for approval.
He seemed almost... bored, looking at you with an unimpressed expression. "C'mon, is that all you've got? You're putting me to sleep here."
Determined, you opened your mouth and took him in, trying to run your tongue along the underside of his cock as you took the first few inches in your mouth.
He cocked his head to the side, his face still the same. "You're still not impressing me, princess."
You took him in further, bobbing your head as you slowly lowered an inch or two more, feeling him fill up your throat. You quickened your pace, spit coating the shaft of his cock as you used your other hands to twist up and down the base where your lips weren't meeting, trying to milk the cum out. You tasted the pre-cum from the tip of his dick, and moaned at the taste, delighted. Choking on him, you buried your head as close to his groin as you could before popping back up for air, taking in greedy gasps before diving back in on his dick. You pumped furiously, now only needing one hand as you sunk your mouth deeper and deeper on him, already gagging as you tried to get the tip to reach the back of your throat.
You typically prided yourself on your head, but Jungkook was proving to be a real challenge.
"Mm, that's it. You're fucking dick-hungry, aren't you? Been obsessing over this, huh? Desperate little slut."
You looked up at him with watery eyes as you suctioned your lips, your tongue moving underneath as you tried to stroke him along with the rest of your mouth. He gave a slight smirk, as though amused by the sight of you making a mess of yourself on his dick. Your spit was running down to your hand and his shaft, down his balls and over his lap into the cushions. It also dribbled down your face, running down your chin and coating the white top you wore until it was near transparent, giving him a clear view of your tits beneath. You didn't care, though, repeatedly bobbing your head to go deeper, prying yourself off to gather your breath before going in for more, as though his dick were more important than air. It absolutely was.
He chuckled at your struggle. "You just couldn't resist a big dick, huh? You really are so easy."
You gagged around him, your throat constricting as your hands grabbed onto his thighs, holding you in place as you tried to get your nose to reach his pelvis. He grunted, hand tightening in your hair and making your scalp sting with delicious pain.
"You're so cute like this. But you're still not quite there." He flashed his teeth, canines glinting in the light. "Do you need some help?"
Without waiting for your answer he pushed your head down, forcing his cock to spear into the back of your throat and pressing your nose against him. Your lips suctioned around the base as you gagged around him more, chin against his balls as he finally forced you to take all of him in. You gagged again, and he moaned at the feeling of your throat spasming around the tip and shaft of his cock, a deep groan leaving his lips as he felt you struggle around him. You blinked the tears up away as you looked up at him pleadingly, and you felt his dick twitch inside of your mouth.
"Fuuuck that's it, now you're being a good slut." He let your mouth rise a few inches before slamming down again, enjoying the feeling of you choking on him, your nails scratching against his denim-clad thighs, unable to get a good grip. "Knew this dumb mouth was good for something. Just needed to be filled."
His ass lifted from the seat as he pushes his hips further into your face, meanly circling his hips to stretch your lips out, laughing as you gagged at the sensation. You felt like your mouth was going to split at the corners with his girth. "Maybe with enough training you can be a good cock-sucking whore. I might actually wanna use this hole again."
He yanked you off his cock, a string of spit connecting the tip to your lips as you gasped and sputtered, chest heaving as you tried desperately to fill your lungs.
"That's enough air." You didn't get enough warning before he's slamming his cock down your throat again, rubbing your face into his lap from side to side to make sure he can feel the walls of your throat properly. Your nails raked down his thighs again as he buried himself as deep as possible in you, wanting you to feel every inch that he forced you to take. Jungkook laughed again, holding eye contact with your determined glare. "What's that look for? You were so desperate for it earlier. Begged for a taste."
Jungkook pulled you back by the hair again, enjoying the sight of your mascara running down your face already from the tears, your shirt covered in drool. His cock was shiny from spit, twitching and beckoning to you for more. Your face was flushed from the lack of air, and you were breathing hard, glaring up at him. He tilted his head, hand detangling from your hair to grab your spit covered chin, forcing you to crane your neck to look up at his amused gaze. He gathered the spit from your chin, letting it spread out on his palm before cruelly rubbing your face with it, smearing your makeup and humiliating you further. "You're just so cute. Are you giving up already?"
"No." You were barely able to cough it out, your voice raspy from your throat being used.
"Aw, you look so determined." He mocked you with a belittling pout. He pulled your face under his cock and pressed your lips against his balls, shoving your head in with a rough push. "Suck."
You took one of his balls in your mouth, licking at the sack and sucking one into your mouth, roving your tongue over it. His cock rested against your face, and his hand returned to the back of your head, forcing you to breathe him in as you licked away.
"Fuck, that's it, give them attention too. Good sluts don't forget." With his spare hand he reached for his dick, stroking it with the newly-added lubrication of your spit, his hand twisting much like yours had. His fist repeatedly hit the top of your head as he jerked his cock, like he was trying to force your face to press deeper and lower against his balls. "You like being beneath me? This is where you belong. Sucking my dick like you're meant for it. Can't bitch at me with that bratty mouth now."
You lapped at him more eagerly, wanting to convey how much you agreed. He snickered at that.
"You're such a good slut. Maybe you can become one of my favorites. Would you like that?" He stood up now, shoving down the rest of his pants and underwear and stepping out of them, dragging you by the hair to straighten your back and keep your face level with his cock. He smacked your mouth with his palm, as though he were trying to wake you up. "Open."
You obediently did so, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. Jungkook slapped the tip against it a few times, smirking at how obedient you were to his every command. He plunged back inside, slamming his hips back against your face. The man was so forceful, so rough, using you like you were nothing more than a sex toy for him to spill his load into. And you loved it. God, you loved it. The way heat was churning up in your belly with each passing grunt that left his lips, or that deep groan every time he bottomed out into your throat, forcing you to nuzzle your chin against his balls to take him impossibly deeper? It was heaven, unreal actually. You couldn't help but press your thighs together, desperate for relief, knowing you were creaming in your panties right now.
"You fucking like being used. Wanted be my whore so bad. So fucking desperate for a taste and to gag on my dick— you're fucking pathetic." He fell back on the chair, taking you with him as you continued to sputter around him, the walls of your throat massaging his cock and pushing him closer to the edge. "Can't believe you get off on this. Just another slut for me to use, huh? Gave me all that attitude because you wanted me to fuck you stupid like the whore you are, isn't that right? Just needed a fat fucking cock to choke on."
Jungkook wrapped his legs around your head, bulging, muscular thighs squeezing around your throat as he crossed his calves and pulled you closer, trapping you at the base of his cock with nowhere to go. Your lips suctioned around the base, drool dripping out from the corners of your lips as you salivated on him. He pulled your head up and down, only letting you up an inch as you gurgled over his cock over and over again, the sloppy, lewd sounds loud and pornographic. Your eyes started to roll back, blood rushing to your face as he choked you with his thighs and his dick, his smug, shit-eating grin being the only thing you could see now.
"Fuuuck, you might actually make me cum. Who knew a brain-dead slut like you could actually be good at something?" His mean laugh echoed in your ears as he used both hands tangled in your locks to guide you, your throat nothing to a fleshlight to repeatedly squeeze around him now. You were starting to get light headed, the edges of your vision darkening. "Gonna ruin you. You're so obsessed with my dick already it's pathetic. Would let me do anything, I bet. Just begged me to use you like you were actually mine, fuck."
You felt yourself going weak, vision tunneling in on Jungkook as he held you down as deep as he could, nose smashed against his pelvis, pre-cum flowing down your spasming throat as you did your best to swallow around him. Your eyes were now actually rolling back as Jungkook suffocated you on his cock, all of your senses being filled with only him, lashes fluttering as your eyes began to shut, your consciousness slipping away.
At the very last second he pulled you off of him, and your legs were jelly, unable to support yourself as you crumbled onto the floor. Oxygen practically slammed back into your lungs, your dotted vision slowly reappearing as Jungkook climbed over you, thighs straddling either side of your head as he stroked his glistening cock in front of your face. He bit his lip, gnawing at the flesh as he jerked quicker and quicker, watching you pant and writhe beneath him, looking already so, so broken.
He ran his hand through his hair, a breathless smile on his face as he admired his work so far. "Fuck, if I knew you were this slutty from the get go I would've fucked your mouth the first day we moved in. Probably sooner."
Jungkook pressed his cock against your face, pressing his palm down on it so you could feel the full length of him against your cheek and forehead. His cock was so big that his balls rested on your chin and his tip reached above your hairline. He rolled his hips, humping against you, watching the spit on his cock further rub in and ruin your makeup, your mascara having tracked its way down your cheeks already. The act felt so humiliating, and his eyes lit up with sadistic pleasure as he watched you whimper at the feeling.
"Mm, you're so pretty like this. Give it a kiss. Show how grateful you are to be used by me."
You tilted your head slightly, pressing your lips against the shaft to give it a small kiss, wanting to curl in on yourself as his demeaning laugh reached your ears. You felt so ashamed, and yet so excited, like you yourself were wondering how far he could push past your limits.
"You're such a little freak," he whispered, watching you close your eyes and part your lips at the sensation of him getting off using your face. You were lost in it. Lost in him, wanting nothing more than for him to use you for his own pleasure. "Nasty little slut. Meant to be broken. What happened to all that attitude, baby? I didn't even have to fuck it out of you, did I? Just had to stuff my dick in this bratty mouth of yours to make you finally shut the fuck up."
You weakly nodded, missing his warmth as he pulled back to let his dick hover above you again, his big hand twisting and jerking around it as he stroked himself to completion. You reached your hands up to wrap around him, wanting to help him finish, but he slapped them away, pinning them above your head and stroking faster. You whined at his restriction, his smirk cruel as he watched you suffer from your helplessness, unable to touch him any more.
"Tell me who you belong to," he moaned, gaze hard on your face as though that would pin you to the floor more than his hand. "Tell me whose slut you are, who gets to use you from now on."
"You," you gasped. "You, Jungkook."
"Good girl." His cock twitched, balls clenching as the first few spurts of cum escaped the tip, coating your face. His hand increased in speed, milking every last drop onto you, watching as you became covered in him. You tried to turn your face to the side, away from it, but he roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to feel every drop. "No running from it. This is what you begged for. You wanted to be owned."
Letting go of his length, he rubbed his spit-covered palm hard over your face, smearing the cum into the skin and already ruined makeup, making you into a further mess. He scooped some with his thumb to collect it and smear it across your lips, letting you finally get a proper taste. "You're mine now. Even when you hate me, you want me."
He stuck his cum-covered fingers into your mouth, letting you suck and hum with satisfaction. Jungkook smirked at your fucked-out expression, covered in his cum and absolutely ruined because of him. "You've never looked prettier than this, princess."
And then you came.
—
You shot upright in bed, covered in sweat, feeling it everywhere. On your forehead, down your back, between your thighs, truly everywhere. Your legs trembled and shook beneath the sheets as you quickly kicked them off, horrified of the wet spot you saw and felt beneath your shorts.
There was no way. There was absolutely no way you just came from a wet dream about sucking Jungkook's dick.
You jumped out, quickly yanking at the sheets as if you were getting rid of evidence of a dead body. You looked over to your clock. 4:32 AM. The alcohol had made you knock the fuck out as soon as you got home, but clearly it was also responsible for that fucked up dream you just had. Gathering the sheets in your arms, you quickly rushed towards the washer, mind spinning with images of that vivid dream you just had.
It felt so real. Every touch, every press of skin against skin, it felt like you could actually still feel it. Still-frames flashed across your mind. Jungkook's smug as smile as you begged for a taste of his cock. His thick thighs enveloping around your neck and squeezing, forcing you to take all of him. Him smearing his cum into your face after stroking his cock against it and marking you. His nasty, vile words as he degraded you the entire time.
How the fuck had your twisted mind come up with all of this imagery?
You dumped the sheets into the washer, pouring in some laundry detergent before turning it on. It was so fucking loud. You prayed Real-Jungkook hadn't been woken up by whatever moan or scream you had let out when you woke up from the wet dream. It was such a small apartment, he might even wake up from the sound of just the washer.
Your eyes slowly drifted towards his bedroom door, the wooden barrier taunting you with what you knew hid behind it.
You were so tempted to open it up, climb into Jungkook's bed and suck his dick for real this time.
No no no! Stop it! Your horny brain could not be trusted right ow, especially after a dream like that.
You had to do something about this. If you went to bed again who knew what sort of fucked up shit you'd dream up of the man you swore you hated for practically your entire life.
You searched in your room for any paper, but came up with nothing. You had rid yourself of most of your old materials pretty much immediately after graduating. It wasn't until you looked to the coffee table in the living room, at the neat stack of college-bound, spiral notebooks, that you found your solution. Jungkook always liked to study here, his gaming equipment taking up too much space his desk, and you knew the notebooks up top were the ones he used most recently and regularly. Surely he wouldn't mind you borrowing one of the older ones from a class he's already passed?
You reached for the bottom-most book and yanked it out, flipping through the pages of Jungkook's neat handwriting until you finally come across the first open page.
Grabbing a nearby pencil, listening to the racketing of your shitty ass washing machine, you began to write. While it's still fresh on your mind, you wrote down every sordid detail from beginning to end, letting your writing utensil fly across the page as you poured out every piece of imagery that flooded your mind and flooded between your legs. All of it, from how you begged to every nasty thing he did to you, from choking you between his thighs, rubbing his cum in your face, and suffocating you on his cock enough for you to almost pass out. You felt your blood finally start to simmer down to a much more manageable temperature with every letter, your coping strategies doing wonders for your cortisol levels.
It isn't until you scribble the very last part that you hear a door creak open.
Bleary eyed and sleepy, Jungkook stepped out, his brows furrowed as he sees you crouched in front of the coffee table. "What're you doing up?"
Your gaze flew to the clock on the microwave. 5 AM, Jungkook's usual wake up time. Figured even a night out wouldn't stop him from his typically routine.
Your eyes repeatedly darted between his face and the shorts he slept in, your mouth unconsciously watering despite yourself. Fuck, he looked so good with his mussed up bed head and lidded eyes. It didn't help that you had the image of Dream-Kook's dick seared in your brain, and you couldn't help but wonder how it compared to the real thing. Catching yourself, though, you force your eyes back on his face, not wanting to be caught blatantly staring the way you were last night.
"Oh, Jungkook! You're up early."
"I always get up at this time." His eyes narrowed, mind trying to process the fact you were too. "The question is, why are you?"
"Oh, guess the alcohol made me wake up early. Can't go to bed," you nervously chuckled, holding the book behind your back in hopes he wouldn't notice.
"So you're doing... laundry?" His eyes go to your loud ass washing machine, still rattling with your soaked sheets inside.
"Thought I'd take a page out of your book and be productive in the morning!" You quickly explained.
He eyed you suspiciously. "What's in your hand?"
"Oh, this? It's just..." You finally look at what Jungkook wrote on the bright, red cover. "Calculus 2?"
"You're reading my Calc notes at 5 in the morning?"
"Just because I'm done with school doesn't mean I'm done learning!"
"You didn't even have to take Calculus 1. You were a Psychology major."
"Don't you have a morning run to go on?" you huffed, irritated with his constant questioning. "You missed out on your 'cardio' last night, remember?"
He cocked his head, confused. "No I didn't. I went out dancing. That's basically cardio."
Oh...
Well now you felt stupid.
You looked away, hoping he couldn't see the shame and embarrassment on your face, knowing you were bullshitting. You were afraid that if he looked at you too long, he'd see exactly what was going on in your head. "You should still go out for a run. Don't need you getting lazy."
He rolled his eyes, shuffling back to his room. "Whatever."
You let out a breath of air and finally let your tense shoulders loosen.
That was a close one.
—
You really thought that would be the end of it. So you had one, absolutely crazy, unrealistic dream about Jungkook railing your mouth. So what? Surely it would never happen again. You had gotten it out of your system by writing all of it out. It's not like that would ever even happen like that. Clearly you had taken the details Layla had given you and ran with them, making Jungkook out to be a mean, cruel, demented sex-god in your imagination. No one could ever live up to that fantasy, least of all a nerd like Jungkook. There was no way you saw Jeon Jungkook as anything besides the dweeb you grew up to despise.
And you were truly despising him this moment, squirming as you banged against the bathroom door, in desperate need of relief.
"Come on, Jungkook! You've been in there forever, you're done showering! Some of us have to actually pee, you know." God, you reallllly didn't want to head all the way downstairs and use the lobby bathroom. Damn this place for only having one.
"Just a second, hold your tits," he piped back.
You scowled, slamming your fist against the door again. Jungkook always took showers for what seemed like forever, steaming up the small room and soaking the bathmat when he got out. You're about to hurl an insult when the door opens, revealing Jungkook through a steamy mist that clouded the room.
And he was half naked.
Your gaze automatically explored the newly revealed skin to you, every muscle in his abdomen well defined. His chest was much broader to match his shoulders, waist practically nothing as it led down to the v-shape between his hips, disappearing beneath a towel. His body was wet, glistening from the hot shower and steam, every muscle shining and glistening as though he were covered in oil. You stared down at the towel, now all too aware that he was completely naked beneath, and if weak little fitted scrap were to fall, you'd have a full view of his dick.
You had seen Jungkook shirtless countless times. At the pool, at the beach. But back then he had noodle arms and a little boy's body. He looked nothing like that any more. He had completely filled out, a man before your eyes.
Jungkook quirked a brow at your staring, confused by your blank expression. "Didn't you need to pee?"
Your empty head was then reminded of what you had come there for in the first place, and as much as you'd like to further ogle Jungkook's muscular, god-like build, the pressure of your bladder reminded you there were much more urgent matters. You did your best to twist your face into a scowl again, bumping into him purposefully as you enter the bathroom. "Move."
Slamming the door behind you, you finally were able to pee. Washing your hands and wiping the fogged up mirror, you internally cringed at how brazenly you checked out Jungkook. Fuck, hopefully he didn't think anything of it. But what could he expect when he was practically naked in front of you? Don't people usually carry their change of clothes into the bathroom with them for after?
Fuck... if only the towel dropped...
You were sickeningly reminded of the dream from prior, and find yourself reaching for his body wash, still dewy and wet. You popped it open, letting the fragrance hit your nose. Fuck, you were being such a creep right now. But it smelled so much like Jungkook, with that manly, woody scent that now covered your apartment and drove you crazy.
You heard a knock on your front door, followed by Jungkook's, "I'll get it!"
You exited the bathroom, seeing Taehyung walk in. Jungkook had already changed into clothes (unfortunately), wearing blue jeans and a hoodie to combat your blasting AC, but his hair was still wet as he ran a towel over it. Taehyung smiled at you as he entered, giving a small wave. "Hey, Y/N."
"Hi Taehyung." Taehyung was an attractive man, no doubt, with supermodel features and bulkiness that rivaled Jungkook's. It was no wonder he was able to pull girls so easily when clubbing. "Sorry we didn't get to say goodbye the other night. You seemed a bit preoccupied."
"Oh, yeah, she was cool."
You tilted your head, squinting your eyes. "What was her name?"
"Um..." He glanced over at Jungkook for help. "Amy?"
"Abby," you corrected for him.
"Right! Abby." He smiled at Jungkook knowingly. "She's Layla's friend, right?"
"Dude, shut up," Jungkook grunted, tossing his wet towel in Taehyung's face.
Taehyung cackled boisterously, bunching the towel up. "What? Afraid I'll embarrass you in front of your little roomie?"
"It's fine, I know more than I should." It accidentally slipped out, and both boys give you a look that made you regret it. Taehyung's was one of keen interest, whereas Jungkook's was one of mild shock.
"Oh?" A mischievous smile slipped onto Taehyung's face. "How much do you know?"
"They hooked up," you said simply, careful not to give away what sordid details Layla had given. You did not want Jungkook to find out about how you pried for details about how dirty his mouth was and how he had a generous appendage.
"That's all?" He seemed almost disappointed. "Yeah, Jungkook's entered his manwhore phase. I'm so proud."
"Shut up, dude," Jungkook said again, shoving Taehyung's shoulder. "It was a one time thing and you know it. And I'll never be as bad as you, even if I tried."
Taehyung let out a low whistle at Jungkook's irritation. "Look who's getting so defensive. Trying to save face in front of your girlfriend?"
"Not my girlfriend," Jungkook corrected. "Just don't need you getting in her head and giving her more ammo to use against me."
That was a very you thing to do.
Taehyung's grin widened, "So you wouldn't mind if I took her on a date, would you?"
The look Jungkook shot Taehyung's way could only be described as lethal, a sharp glare accompanied with a tense jaw. Clearly Taehyung had succeeded in getting under Jungkook's skin. "Y/N wouldn't be interested in you."
"Oh really?" Taehyung quirked a brow. "I think she can answer for herself."
Both men looked to you, and you're suddenly frozen from being put on the spot. You hadn't anticipated being put between the two of them, their attention wholly focused on your answer. The truth was you probably would've jumped on Taehyung in any other circumstance, but he was Jungkook's friend, and clearly Jungkook didn't seem to keen on the idea of you sleeping with him. Besides, your head had been filled so much with Jungkook recently, you weren't sure if there was room for anyone else.
Letting out a nervous chuckle, you glanced between the two. "This seems a bit tense," you said, diverting from the question, not wanting to directly answer.
"Don't listen to him. He's just being a dick for the sake of it," Jungkook grunted, shrugging off his hoodie and tossing it onto the living room sofa. "Go to the car already if you want us to make it before the dinner rush. Otherwise that waitress you like so much will be too busy."
Taehyung slid out from his seat, giving you a small smirk. He probably took it as a good sign you didn't directly reject him. "Call me if you want to take me up on my offer, Y/N. I can show you a good time."
He exited your apartment, leaving you alone with Jungkook, who still seemed strangely heated. His glare now turned to you, gritting his teeth. He probably was upset that you didn't directly reject Taehyung. Offended, he asked, "Is he your type or something?"
Clearly he wasn't planning on letting this go just yet. You did your best to give a noncommittal shrug, looking away. "I mean, he's a good-looking guy. I'm not sure he's exactly my type though."
"What is your type?"
Why was he so interested?
The truth was tall, muscular, inked, him. Well, not him, but maybe someone who looked just like him. A bulky guy who looked like he could toss you around like it was nothing. Maybe someone who invaded your dreams like a goddamn incubus. Fuck, maybe it was him.
"Not so sleazy," you opted for instead.
He grunted, grabbing his wallet and shoving it in his pocket, somewhat satisfied with your answer. "Yeah, Taehyung's a bit of a fuckboy. I don't recommend you get involved with him like that."
You crossed your arms. "Birds of a feather flock together, I suppose."
A certain look flashed in his eyes as he locked gazes with you. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, you're not so innocent yourself, hooking up in a dirty club bathroom with a stranger. And he's your friend, after all."
"I said— Look, it was a one time thing, I don't usually—" He let out a breath of exasperation, shaking his head and heading to the door, grabbing his keys from the bowl next to it. "Forget it."
The door slammed shut behind him, and you were left alone with more questions than answers.
—
Your bedroom door creaked open, a small sliver of light invading your darkness and shining on your face. You squinted, watching as a shadowy mass pushed the door open further, climbing over you and ripping the sheets off.
Jungkook smiled, back from dinner, and yet there was an insatiable, hungry look in his eyes as he took in your form, now revealed from beneath the blankets. "Hey, baby," he said in a low whisper. "Did you miss me?"
"Jungkook?" You groggily reached up and rubbed at your eyes, slowly waking up as you realized he was on top of you. "What're you doing?"
"Exactly what you've been wanting me to do." He reached towards your sleep shorts, hand curling into the hem as he pulled it down your bare legs. You squirmed, reaching for his arm to stop him from exposing you, but he continued, discarding the shorts and hooking his thumbs into your panties. He licked his lips, slowly peeling them off of you, your bare center privy for his viewing pleasure. "Fuck, there's the little pussy I've been dreaming about."
You squealed as he yanked your underwear off your legs too, spreading them and leaving no part of you hidden from him. You tried to snap your legs shut, but his grip on your thighs was too strong, his gaze too hard and intense for you to escape. You knew just from the look in his eyes that he wasn't going to let you go. Your nails scratched along his wrists, begging for mercy under his scrutinizing stare. "Jungkook! You can't just—"
"But I can," he interrupted, smirking at you. "Because you want it so fucking bad, don't you?"
You whimpered a bit at that, and he let go of one of your thighs to yank your shirt off of you, leaving you completely naked before him. He pinched one of your nipples between his fingers, tugging as he watched you squirm and gasp under his touch.
"You're so sensitive, aren't you?" He licked his lips again, as though you were a meal waiting to be devoured, and he was simply playing with his food first. "Bet you dreamed of me coming into your room and taking advantage of you, huh?"
"No!" You protested, shaking your head. "Y-You're wrong."
"Liar." His hand let go of your nipple to smack down harshly on your cunt, his hit heavy as your hips jumped up, a string of slick connecting his fingers to your sex before snapping off. "Good thing this pussy doesn't lie to me."
You bit your lip, trying to contain your squeal as he let his fingers dive between your folds, gathering your wetness and letting it smear on his digits. He circled around your clit and rubbed right above your entrance, feeling you coat him. Jungkook chuckled knowingly, watching your legs twitch and tremble with every small movement he made. "You're so wet for me already, and I haven't even done anything. You're such a slut for me."
"F-Fuck yo—" You weren't even able to finish your curse, Jungkook slipping a finger in and curling it up right at the spot that had you tensing up. "Oh my god!"
"Yeah? You like that?" He curled again, watching you thrash your head to the side, shame overtaking you. "You're so fucking easy, you know that? Just begging to be ruined. Want me to dick you down so bad, huh?"
You kicked your feet against the sheets, gasping as he pumped his finger inside of you, grinning wickedly as he watched you come apart. "Why—Why are you—"
"Because you wanted me to," he said, slipping in another finger, savoring the whimper that escaped your lips. "You wanted me to be the one to ruin you. Wanted me to use this pussy like my own personal fuck toy. Isn't that right?"
"Y-You're delusional."
"Am I?" His thrusts became quicker and harder, like your denial was making him more and more determined to have you fall apart for him. "Why are you getting wetter for me then, huh? Nasty pussy can't get enough of me it seems."
You moaned, feeling pressure build up in your abdomen already as his thumb came up to swipe at your clit. You tried closing your legs again around his hand, but he pushed one of your thighs further against the bed, making you hear the sloppy sounds of your gushing cunt full the room as he jackhammered his fingers into you.
"You're such a slut for getting off on this. Dirty little masochist." You involuntarily squeezed around his fingers, making him laugh at your expense. "Like that, huh? Like me calling you a dirty slut for me to use? You're fucking clenching on me baby, it's like you don't want me to stop. You could at least pretend a bit better that you don't like this."
With each curl of his fingers small gasps and pants left your parted lips, the pressure building as he shuffled himself further between your thighs, the hand pinning you down now quickly swiping against your clit, toying with the bud and adding to the slick sounds from between your legs. Your face burned with embarrassment, nails digging into his skin as you tried to pry him off with no avail, your orgasm building up with an intensity you weren't ready for.
"Please..." you moaned, mouth open as you watched both hands at work, expertly bringing you to the edge.
"Please?" He snickered at your weak plea. "Please what? Keep using you? Make you cum? Or should I just stop?"
He stilled his fingers and your hips bucked again, biting at your lip as you gripped onto his wrist, trying to pull him closer into you. The pressure in your abdomen began to fade, and you whined at the loss. "No!"
He cackled at that. "That's what I thought." His fingers began to move again, rebuilding your orgasm. "Gonna make you cum so hard. Maybe you'll pass out again. And then I'll still stretch this pussy out."
He slipped another finger in, your walls doing their best to accommodate the girth of his digits despite how tight it felt.
"Too much!" You felt your orgasm approaching, and fast, much faster than you could've ever anticipated.
"Too much? What're you going to do when you finally get my cock inside you, hm?" Your slick juices were spilling down to his wrist, drenching your bedsheets beneath you. "Gonna whine and bitch about it like you are now? We both know you'll start crying if I stop."
"Don't stop! Fuck, Jungkook, you're gonna make me—"
"Cum," he growled, the hand on your clit now moving to be just his thumb, his other fingers and palm splayed out to push down against your pelvis, forcing you to feel his fingers thrusting inside further, making you tighten. "Show me how fucking easy it is to ruin you."
You whined, practically folding into yourself as you felt your orgasm wash over you, Jungkook's fingers still harshly slamming into you to take everything you could give. You squeezed his wrist, pulling him impossibly closer, the heel on the hand fingering you now flush against your folds as you ground against it, hips bucking as you rode it out. Sweat slicked your hairline as you gasped for breath, your hips slowing to a roll as you felt the aftermath fade.
Jungkook let out a pleased hum, grinding his palm further against you, watching as you keened from the overstimulation, his grin permanently etched on his face as tears sprung into your eyes. "Fuck, that's it. Love that look on your face. Barely took me any effort to get you fucked out like this."
He slipped his fingers out of you, making you mewl from the empty sensation. Bringing them up to your lips, you wordlessly opened your mouth and took them in, sucking off the residue you had left behind.
"That's a good girl. Taste yourself." He pulled his fingers out, wiping them along your thigh. "My turn."
You barely had time to process how words before he was lifting you up by the hips, turning you practically upside down as your shoulders pressed into the mattress, ass in the air as your thighs were pulled over his shoulders. Blood rushed to your head at the new angle, Jungkook keeping a tight hold on you as your pussy was directly in front of his face. With a cocky grin he brought his mouth down, fully enveloping your sex and running his sinful tongue up the entirety of it.
You moaned, cringing slightly as you still hadn't recovered from the previous orgasm. Your thighs tensed around his head, his arms circling around them to hold you up for him, mouth running up and down your folds and nasty, wet sounds omitting from it. His lips suctioned around your clit, sucking hard as you mewled and clenched your thighs around his head. His hands gripped them tight enough to leave bruises, firmly keeping your cunt glued to his face.
"Fuck, you have such a sweet cunt," Jungkook mumbled into you, the vibrations causing you to squirm at the sensation. "Don't even deserve it."
"Ah, fuck!" Your glassy eyes looked at him pleadingly, the image of his face between your thighs threatening to make you combust on the spot. "No, I just came, I can't—"
He let go of your clit with a wet pop, licking his lips as he pulled one of your thighs closer, his hand coming around to pinch at your clit with mean vigor. "Dumb sluts don't get to say no."
He buried his face back into your pussy, tongue circling around your entrance before going in, the wet muscle stiff as he thrust it in and out, before softening and licking where it could reach inside of you. His nose was pressed up against your clit, still caught between his two fingers, their slight movement as they stroked it making your mind spin. Your hands came up to bury in his hair, conflicted on whether to pull his face in closer.
He pulled his tongue from your sex, though it stayed dangling out of his mouth, as though he were a carnivorous mutt. The lower half of his face glistened with the remnants of your arousal, his lips swollen and glossy. "I know all of your weak spots, Y/N. Know you love being held down and forced to take it. No one else will ever make you feel as good as I do."
He latched back onto you, and you felt the orgasm that hadn't even had time to completely fade away being rebuilt, the sensation of his tongue buried deep inside you and his fingers stroking at your swollen bud pushing you further and further to the edge. Your fingers tugged at his scalp as you felt the wave wash over you, your walls clenching and spasming around his tongue as he pressed his face further against you, wanting to be completely soaked as you came on his face.
Jungkook chuckled against you as he watched your fucked out expression, your eyes slightly crossed and lips parted as the world disappeared, his touch the only thing grounding you. He licked away until you started pushing his head back, and back he went.
But not as back as you were expecting.
You were suddenly sprung back to reality when you felt his tongue against your other entrance, smearing saliva and the evidence of your orgasm onto the rim. You tried pushing his head back away, but he stayed firm, letting go of your thighs for one arm to circle around your waist. Your legs fell back as you folded in half, knees now above your shoulders into the mattress, your ass in his face with no where to hide. Your face burned with embarrassment, "No! Not there!"
He laughed, giving you another lick. "Stupid little girl. Hearing your little moans as you try to protest only makes me want to tease you more."
You bit your lip, trying to contain the moan as you felt his stiffened tongue breach the barrier past your rim, slowly inching further and further against you. Never in your life had you had a man eat your ass, and Jeon Jungkook was going to be the first.
"You—You—" You couldn't even truly begin your sentence as the arm not wrapped around your waist, holding you up, reached around and pinched your clit again. The overstimulated little nub sent jolts of pleasure and pain throughout you, and your torture only persisted.
Jungkook came back up, pinching your clit harder and laughing in your face as you cried. "Wonder if I can make your little pussy cum from just this," he said aloud, spitting on the wrinkled rim before inserting his tongue again, like he was trying to shove his spit into your hole as far as the muscle would allow.
You kicked your legs that were in the air, trying to free yourself from the uncomfortable position,a burn in your calves as they surrounded you. So much blood was rushing to your head, you couldn't think properly with his tongue buried in your ass and your body folded under his whim like you were simply origami paper.
What was worse that it felt so fucking good, Jungkook's daring tongue in your previously unexplored hole doing wonders, his confidence and lack of shame or shyness making him bury himself as deep as he could. His arm around your waist tightened, trying to pull your ass up higher against his face, and his fingers were rubbing circles into you.
Fuck, he was really going to make you cum from eating your ass!
At the worst possible moment, the door swung open completely, and another hulking shadow appeared.
You looked up in horror, realizing how embarrassing the position was. There you were, folded in half, ass in Jungkook's face while his tongue was buried inside, and pussy neglected and squeezing around nothing as your impending orgasm approached.
"Well well well, what have we here?"
Taehyung's amused expression at your predicament did nothing to quell your humiliation, his eyes scouring your naked body, from your flushed face to your sweaty form. You weakly kicked your feet again, trying to squirm out of Jungkook's hold, but he didn't let up, only holding onto you tighter and forcing you to take it, all in front of Taehyung.
Finally he pulled his tongue out, acknowledging the uninvited guest. "Tae, come here and help me hold her down."
Taehyung didn't need to be told twice, ignoring your shriek and grabbing your ankles, pinning them down to the mattress. He smirked down at you, obviously loving how helpless you were beneath the two men, his presence only adding to your embarrassment.
"Suck her clit. Don't put anything in her pussy yet, she's on time out." That was all Jungkook said before he returned to eating your ass, unashamed in front of his friend.
Taehyung did as told, lips on your pussy without hesitation. He sucked on your clit, his tongue roving over the area as you squirmed and tried to kick again, but his grip on your ankles kept you glued in place. You felt both of them smile against you, enjoying how you struggled beneath them, unable to move even a single inch.
"Fuck," Taehyung finally said, deep voice making you clench around nothing, letting go of your clit as you squealed. "Tastes so fucking good."
"I know," Jungkook chuckled, letting some of the drool from the tip of his tongue drip onto your winking asshole, adding to the lubrication. "She gets so fucking wet when you manhandle her. She's a total masochist."
"Is that right?" One of Taehyung's hands let go of your ankles to land a sharp spank on your ass, having you wiggle and moan beneath them at the smarting pain. He laughed, spanking your other cheek too, looking down at your teary expression with absolute glee. "Fuck, you're right. She's loving this."
"She's so fucking dirty. She loves having me eat her ass. Was so shy at first, but now look at her."
"Mm, I can tell. She looks like she's gonna cum any minute." Taehyung licked against your clit again, savoring the whimper that escaped you. "Are you gonna cum? Don't even have anything in that little pussy and you're already squirming like you're gonna burst. Bet you hate being so empty."
He sucked on your clit again with renewed fervor, Jungkook's tongue curling inside you as they both drove you crazy. Taehyung's hand reached down to your bare chest, twisting your nipple to hear you whine, nails digging in a little as he cruelly twisted. He smiled against your clit again, teeth barely nipping at your folds to make you cry more for them. His was just as evil as Jungkook.
"C'mon, cum for us. Maybe we'll let you have something in your pussy again," Jungkook grunts, words muffled. "Show Taehyung what a fuckslut you are."
Your ass clenched on his tongue, hips bucking what little they can against Taehyung's face as your third orgasm overtook you. Your thighs trembled, and you felt only the sensation of two mouths on your most intimate parts, devouring every part that was accessible to them. Your moan was practically whorish, your neighbors no doubt ready to leave a noise complaint with your landlord at the disturbance.
Once you finished shaking beneath them, they finally let you go, letting you crumple between them on the sheets, body limp and practically lifeless from the three orgasms forced out of you. You breathed heavily, mind hazy as the orgasmic fog took over your brain. You barely processed Jungkook pulling you into his arms, sitting you between his legs and spreading your own over his.
His fingers reached down, spreading your lips and revealing your twitching sex to both, your clit swollen and folds puffy from the abuse you endured.
"You're such a good slut for us," he rasped into your ear, his voice sending tingles down your spine. "Pretended to hate this so much, but now look at you. I guess you deserve some reward."
Your eyes widened as you realized what that meant. You try to close your legs again, but Taehyung halts you, hands on your knees and keeping you spread out and exposed to them. You looked at both pleadingly. "Please, no more, I feel like I'll die if I cum again."
Jungkook only smiled cruelly at that, the hand on your pussy coming down to smack your swollen sex yet again, making you yelp. "Taehyung, why don't you finger her a bit?"
Taehyung grinned, digits coming up and sliding across your puffy cunt, circling your entrance before inserting two fingers already. He hissed as he felt you squeeze around him, barely giving him room to move. "Fuck, she's so tight, even after cumming so much."
You felt Jungkook's smirk against your ear. "Yeah, gonna have to stretch her out to fit my cock. Think it'll break her?"
Taehyung chuckled, crooking his fingers up and sliding them in and out of you. "You might. Don't know how she's gonna take you. Her pussy's just so fucking tiny."
"I'll have to make her take it. She'll like it better that way anyways. She pretended like she didn't want this earlier, but her body doesn't lie." Jungkook peeled your hands away from Taehyung's wrist, refusing to let you pull him away. He held your wrists in each hand, holding them up as he admired the shine on Taehyung's digits every time he pulled them out of your pussy. "Do you like how he fingers you, princess? Masochistic pussy just can't get enough. Want Tae to make you cum again?"
"F-Fuck," you whimpered, unable to answer, your brain practically mush at this point. "I... I'm..."
"Shh, it's ok baby. I know you're too dumb to talk right now," Jungkook cooed mockingly in your ear, lips brushing against the shell. "It's alright. You're just gonna take what we have to give you like a good little slut, isn't that right?"
You nodded dumbly, moaning again as Taehyung hit that weak spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling back. You weren't sure how much more you could endure, but you knew the two of them wouldn't give you any other choice.
"You should thank him for letting you cum so much," Taehyung scolded, bullying his fingers deeper into you, spreading them and scissoring you open. "Whores like you should learn how to give respect."
"She never gives me respect," Jungkook said, letting go of one of your wrists to meanly slap your cunt again, making you buck against Taehyung. "That's how she got in this position in the first place."
"Bitch just needed to be put in her place, is that right?" Taehyung chuckled.
"Th-Thank y-y-you," you weakly stammered out.
Jungkook ran his fingers over your sore cunt, soothing the sting as he studied your expression. Tears had sprung at the corners of your eyes, and you looked as though you were about to bawl any minute. "I'm not sure she's learned quite yet."
His middle finger traveled down to your entrance, sliding in easily due to your wetness and joining right above Taehyung's. You sharply inhaled at the feeling, your free hand coming to wrap around Jungkook's wrist, which he ignored. Instead he let go of your other hand, wrapping his own around your throat and giving it a light squeeze.
"It's so much," you gasped out, feeling their fingers move in tandem, stretching you.
Both chuckled.
"Oh baby, you're gonna need a lot more than that if you want to take me," Jungkook smirked, nipping at the shell of your ear. "I'm much bigger than that, remember?" He squeezed your neck, like he was reminding you how he filled your throat before.
"He's right, baby. I've seen him in the locker room. You'll have to be completely stretched out if you want to fit him in this tight little pussy." Taehyung laughed at your fearful expression, pumping his fingers in harder. "I don't think you'll be able to handle it. He's gonna split you in half and have you crying before he get halfway in, I bet."
"You're scaring her," Jungkook teased, slipping in another finger, watching as you keened at the feeling of four thick digits stretching you out. "I think she likes it, though."
"Course she does. Little slut is begging to be filled, isn't that right?" Taehyung reached with his free hand and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "Bet you've been dreaming of his cock, haven't you?"
"Yes..." you weakly admitted.
"Fucking pathetic," Jungkook rasped in your ear, curling his fingers harder, pumping faster in time with Taehyung. His palm was flush against your swollen folds, grinding against your clit as he jackhammered his curled fingers into your g-spot. "Is that why you're such a bitch to me, always? Huh? Hoping I'd do this to you? Treat you like a slut, ruin you for anyone else? Finally give you my cock and shut you up?"
"It's real big, baby, you're gonna feel so full," Taehyung crooned. "I don't think any other cock will satisfy you after that. You'll really belong to Jungkook then."
"Gonna make her crawl and beg for me to put it inside her," Jungkook hissed between gritted teeth. "Watch how pretty she cries when I'm finally balls deep inside her."
"Fuck, she's getting wetter just thinking about it. Disgusting little slut is gonna cum just thinking about your dick in her." Taehyung's cruel cackle rang in your ears. "She really is fucking pathetic."
The loud squelching noises of them abusing and stretching out your wet cunt were too much to bear. You weakly nodded in Taehyung's grip, the tears finally falling down your face as you felt the familiar pressure building up. He leaned in, licking up a tear on your cheek and making you whine.
"Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum! I can't, it's—"
"Shh, you will," Jungkook said in a belittling tone, smile evident in his voice and against your ear. "Gonna cum on me and Tae's fingers like a good girl, come on. Give us one more."
"Yeah, baby, show me how pretty you look falling apart."
Jungkook bit into your shoulder, the pain sending you spiraling towards the edge. And you did, your walls contracting around their fingers stuffed inside you, legs quivering as they made you a complete, utter mess between them.
You came, and everything around you shattered.
—
You bolted upward, drenched in sweat once again and gasping for breath. You took in your surroundings, the ceiling fan spinning above you, your living room in its typically pristine state due to Jungkook's tidy habits. Your stomach flipped when you realized the uncomfortable feeling in your panties was because they were drenched, and prayed that it hadn't somehow spilled through your shorts and onto the sofa.
Fuck, you really though you'd be safe just napping on the couch. Instead you had a sex dream yet again that seemed like it lasted hours.
You cursed, realizing you were still wearing Jungkook's hoodie. You had tugged it on pretty much as soon as he left the apartment, breathing in his scent and letting the soft fabric lull you into a false sense of security. You figured you could borrow it for just a moment; your apartment AC was on full blast, surely using his hoodie for just a few minutes would be reasonable! But no, instead you had a wet dream in it, consumed in the scent of his cologne and brain filled with images of him and his friend tag-teaming you to nearly cum to death. You definitely needed to wash this from any of the sweat that was inside, and fast.
Your head whipped around to the door, looking toward your shared key bowl. Only your keys remained. Good. Jungkook was still at dinner with Taehyung. That gave you some time.
You warily looked back to the stack of thick notebooks, the sliver of red at the bottom taunting you for your sick fantasies. Grumbling, you swiped it from underneath the rest, flipping past your most recent entry and scribbling down the details from the consequences of your nap.
You put in everything, the details nasty and graphic as you left nothing out— from Jungkook making you cum repeatedly, fingering you, eating your pussy and then your ass, having Taehyung join in. Every slap and degrading demand for obedience, the way he cooed in your ear and choked you to remind you what had been inside last dream, all of it. You wrote frantically, needing to get the images that flashed across your eyes out before Jungkook's return.
You had just about finished when you heard the jangle of keys in your front door, and panicked as you shoved the notebook back in place, spinning around to face Jungkook with a smile that could only be described as guilty.
Jungkook stepped in, eyes glancing to where your head popped up over the couch.
"Welcome home!" You uncharacteristically greeted. Don't think about how his tongue felt buried inside you. Don't make it obvious you were just imagining him and his friend sharing you like you were a pocket pussy.
He stopped, clearly taken aback by your behavior. "Um... thanks?"
"How was dinner?" You tugged at the hoodie, feeling a trickle of sweat run down your back. Fuck, hopefully you hadn't cum so hard it was permeating in the air. The mere thought of it made you want to die.
"It was fine..." Jungkook furrowed his brows, his expression suspicious. "Taehyung got the waitress's number."
"Oh! That's great to hear." Your eyes never left his lips, an ache between your legs as you recalled how he had used his mouth in your dream. Fuck, were you crazy to want to feel it right now? "He's not with you?"
"Nah. He just dropped me off. Why? You wanting him to hit on you again?" A flash of annoyance crossed his features.
"Pshhh, he didn't mean any of that. He was just trying to ruffle your feathers or something," you dismissed. "I'm sure he'll be plenty occupied with the waitress."
"Right..." He stepped closer to you, which only heightened your anxiety. The scent of his cologne as he neared in proximity was only making you sweat harder. "Are you ok?"
"Never better!" You chirped. "W-Why?"
"You're acting weird... and your face is all flushed." Jungkook narrowed his eyes, stepping closer and reaching a hand out to your forehead. "Are you coming down with something?"
"N-No! It's just hot in here!" You jumped back, not trusting yourself to not scream if he was able to get his hands on you. You stood from the couch, out of arm's reach.
"It's like, freezing in here." Jungkook's eyes flashed down to your attire. "Is that my hoodie?"
"Oh, this?" You internally cursed at yourself for not remembering to take it off. "Well, you're right, it's freezing, so I decided to just put this on, y'know? Figured you wouldn't mind, I mean, you left it on the sofa. I'm sorry. A-and I got really hot in it, so that's why I'm sweating! Crazy how that works. Here, let me give it back." You reached for the bottom of it to yank it off, but suddenly remember you probably soaked the clothes beneath with your sweat too, and that could not be a good look. You lift your arms back down. "...Later."
Jungkook's concerned expression didn't leave, and he stared at you as though you had grown two heads. "Y/N... are you sure you're alright?"
"Yup! Right as rain!" You nervously laughed. "I'll give this back to you in the morning. Sorry for borrowing it without asking."
"It's fine, I don't mind." He gave you one last glance over before hesitantly turning toward his room. "I'll... leave you be, then."
You watched as he turned his back, letting out small breath of relief and letting go of the tension you were unaware you were holding. Still, something gnawed at you. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, "Jungkook, wait."
He turned his head, clearly surprised with all of your antics this evening. "Yeah?"
"I, um," you tried to choose your words carefully. "I'm sorry for insinuating you were a sleaze. It'd be none of my business even if you were one."
Now he was really staring at you like you were from another planet. You? Genuinely apologizing to him? Unheard of. "Er— thank you?" He didn't seem as though he were processing this in real time. "I— You didn't have to... Thanks."
You nodded your head, pressing your lips together as you felt the newfound awkwardness between you two hang in the air. This was new. In all the years you spent with Jungkook,, awkwardness was never something you endured. "That's it. I just wanted to say that. To you."
"I appreciate it."
You spun on your heel to turn to your own room. "Well, that's that! Bye!"
You didn't even make it one step when you felt something grab your wrist.
"Wait."
You slowly turned, eyes glued to the inked fingers wrapped around you, your mind flashing back to how he held you back as Taehyung split you open with his fingers in your dream. Your eyes traveled up to Jungkook's face, his expression nervous as his other hand scratched the back of his neck. His eyes were locked on yours, unwavering.
"I wanted you to know it really isn't something I do often. I... It was a one time thing, and I was a bit tipsy and it just happened. I'm really not like that, usually."
The type to hook up with random women, or the type who did what he apparently did, in that way?
You gulped, trying not to think about it. "It's alright, Jungkook. You don't owe me an explanation."
"I know. I just... felt like you should know."
"Oh." Your lips pursed and went small, and you were unsure what to make of the situation. "Ok."
His eyes scanned your face, trying to read what you were thinking to no avail. He finally let go of your wrist, and where he touched felt like it burned. "I'm... going to make you some soup or something. You're really burning up."
Your hands flew to your cheeks, and it felt like you were practically boiling alive. "Oh," you said again. "Thank you."
Maybe you really were coming down with something. One could only hope it had all just been some fucked up fever dream.
—
One time was just a strange, fucked up incident. Twice was merely a coincidence.
Right?
At least that's what you told yourself as the days passed. You very much were not sick, as it turned out, but Jungkook made halfway-decent chicken soup, so who were you to complain? Besides... it was kind of sweet.
All you had to do was avoid him in your tiny, tiny ass apartment. All you had to do was not absolutely ogle him every time he came back from a run, drenched in sweat, shirt hugging him in all the right places. You just needed to turn around and go back to your room when he popped out of the shower, inexcusably indecent despite living with a woman.
You had to remind yourself also that he didn't see you as a woman. You were Y/N, the girl who saw him as nothing more than scum at the bottom of her shoe, someone he had known for his entire life.
He could never, ever know about the secrets hidden beneath his stack of notes.
You considered briefly stealing the book and hiding it in your room, but considering how meticulous and anal Jungkook was about details, there was no doubt he'd notice its absence immediately. Maybe you could buy another book and swap them out?
But... sometimes when you were sure he was asleep or out of the apartment, you'd shuffle past the rose toys and handcuffs in your nightstand drawer, and pull out your trusty Hitachi, plugging it into your extension cord and thinking back to the dreams that haunted you. You'd grab the notebook, eyes scanning over the graphic words, recounting every last nasty thing that had happened in your imagination. You had become quite the writer, it seemed.
Knowing that it was your mind that had created these scenarios with him was baffling. Sure, you had no one to blame but yourself, but you still felt Jungkook should take some accountability for the state you were in.
The worst times were when you'd hear his room or the front door open, and you'd have to hastily yank the cord out of the outlet and let your orgasm die out. You'd silently pray he didn't catch the low buzz emanating from your room, or notice the stack of notebooks was a little bit shorter. Worst of all, you'd have to let your orgasm fade away, knowing that the walls were too thin and the space was too cramped for you to be getting away with indulging in your lewd fantasies.
It was like he was unknowingly edging you, which only pissed you off further.
Jungkook was busy showering when you snuck back into the living room, slipping your favorite notebook out from beneath the stack. Unfortunately it was one of those days at work that left you completely exhausted and frustrated beyond belief, and you knew you were going to need all the stress relief you could get tonight. Sure, was obsessively rereading the porno scenarios you came up with about your roommate wrong? Indulging in your fantasies that you could never actually partake in? A debatable maybe. But what Jungkook didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
You heard the water turn off, and despite knowing you should hide back in your bedroom, you stayed. Just a peek. Just a little boost for your session tonight, that's all you'd need.
As usual, Jungkook emerged only in a towel hugging dangerously low on his waist. It was pretty much a sin for him to come out like that.
Your gaze explored his impeccable form, the sight of his bare chest and abs most likely enough masturbation material on its own. Pulling a face, you glowered at him. "Why don't you just bring your change of clothes with you when you go in? Or do you just like strutting around the apartment naked?"
He rolled his eyes, running a towel along his hair. "It's just you. What's the big deal?"
You huffed, sliding the notebook to straighten back in place beneath the stack before he could take notice. "Just me. Right."
His brows furrowed. "What? I meant—"
"No no, I know what you meant," you said, standing from the sofa to retreat back to your room. "I hardly see you as a person anyways, much less a man."
He quirked a brow. "Is that so?"
"It is."
"Then why are you always checking me out?"
You felt your blood freeze, and suddenly you're so, very still. You turn your head to him, blinking rapidly, mind scrambling to come up with a response.
"You're delusional," you spat.
"You were doing it just now. You do it every time I step out of the shower, you should be used to it by now."
You guffawed at his accusation. "I-I do not! How do you expect me to react, seeing a man prance around my apartment half naked?"
His lips quirked up at your words. "I thought you didn't see me as a man."
Your eyes practically bulged out of your head in anger. "I don't. Like you'd be any different if I was always walking around here in nothing but a towel! Bet you'd just love that, perv."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Y/N."
He finally turned around to disappear into his room, leaving you to grab one of the sofa pillows and scream into it out of frustration. Fuck. He had noticed. You should've known you were being too obvious, but you just couldn't help yourself.
And you definitely didn't sleep well that night.
—
Jungkook had you bent over the kitchen counter, your pajama pants pooled around your ankles, his hands squeezing your hips as he rubbed his bulge against your ass. You whined, trying to buck back and grind against him harder, but he kept you in place, pushing you against the counter until your hips were flush against the cold surface.
"You want me to finally put it in you?" He asked huskily in your ear. "Think you can take it?"
You nodded, desperate and pleading, reaching back so you could pull him closer. He didn't let you, grabbing your hands and slapping them down on the counter, grinding his hips harder as you felt the full length of him against you, hidden behind fabric.
"Need it, Jungkook, so bad."
"Mm, know you do," he hummed, "But do you deserve it?"
You think back on your behavior that day and shamefully shook your head. "I don't," you quietly admitted.
He smiled against your ear. "Right answer."
Your heart leaped as he let go of one of your hands, hearing the rustling of clothes as he rid himself of his pants. You gasped as you felt the full length of him land between your cheeks, the size feeling so much bigger than you remembered. Your legs shook, and your pussy got wetter in anticipation.
"Gonna split that tiny pussy in half, just the way you like it," Jungkook promised, grabbing one of your legs and lifting it up. He turned you so you were facing the side, one of your legs in the air as he hooked your ankle over one of his shoulders. He grabbed your hair, forcing you to look down at his enormous cock so close to your pussy, threatening to plunge into you. You bit your lip, feeling yourself involuntarily clench around nothing just looking at the mere size of him.
"This is what you wanted, right?" He asked under his breath, grabbing his cock and running the tip over your folds, letting it travel up to your clit and down to your entrance, but never pushing. "The cock you've been obsessing over like a desperate little slut?"
You nodded in his hold, licking your lips. "Yeah that's," you let out a shaky breath. "That's what I wanted."
"Yeah?" He slowly breached your hole, pushing in just the head, only about an inch, before pulling out, watching the disappointment and impatience in your expression. "Fuck, you're making such a mess on the floor and I haven't even put it in yet."
You looked down, and sure enough the way he teased you with his cock was enough to leave your wet pussy dripping onto the kitchen tiles, a small puddle beneath you.
You moved your hips back, trying to entice him into putting it in again, just a bit deeper. "Please don't tease me."
"But it's so fun. I think you like being bullied, in fact," he slaps his cock against your pussy, watching you wince with each tap. "I think you get wetter the meaner I get."
You shook your head in denial, but he had none of it, hand letting go of his cock to slap against your ass, making you jump. The one leg you stood on shook beneath you, and he hugged the one pressed against him tighter, giving you an uncomfortable stretch and leaving you exposed to one half of the room. "None of that. We both know the truth. You're just a little masochist who wants me to fuck the shit out of her. A desperate little slut."
He positioned the tip back at your hole, sliding in the tip and an inch extra, laughing at how you gasped and stretched around the bulbous head. "So fucking tight. How am I supposed to fit my cock in here, huh?"
"M-Make it fit," you insisted, biting your lip as he pushed in an extra inch.
"Yeah? Would it help if Taehyung was on his knees right now, licking that little clit to make you wetter for me?" Jungkook teased, pulling out again slightly before continuing his shallow thrust.
You shook your head again. You wouldn't be able to handle both of them again, especially with Jungkook's cock inside you this time. "No, don't want him, just need you. Just want you."
"Oh?" He bullied in another inch, watching your face contort at how full you were feeling already. He was only about halfway in. "Why don't you touch your clit and make it easier on yourself, huh? Get this pussy nice and wet for me."
It didn't matter that you were already embarrassingly wet, you did as you were told, a shaky hand coming down to run along your folds.
Jungkook tsked. "Not like that. Do it the way I would."
You brought your hand up a bit higher, rubbing small circles along it.
"That's not it. We both know I wouldn't be so sweet with you."
Jungkook sunk into you a bit deeper and reached around, smacking your hand away and pinching the poor bud between two fingers, using force as he rubbed it. He snickered at your reaction. "Thaaat's it. Feel how you clench around me? Pussy feels so good, doesn't want to let me go."
You panted, feeling him go deeper into you than you had ever experienced, and the stretch had you feeling so full you were going crazy. And he wasn't even all the way in yet.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Just needed a nice, fat cock to shut you up, isn't that right?" He chuckled, sliding in just a bit more, his fingers tapping against your engorged clit with teasing pats. "Little brat just needed to be filled."
With that he finally pushed completely in, balls pressed beneath you as he buried himself to the hilt. The tip pressed snuggly against your cervix, as though you two were a perfect fit. Tears sprung in your eyes from how overwhelmed you were, and he twisted your face to look at him, his cocky, satisfied grin taunting you. He stayed still like that, letting you enjoy the uncomfortable stretch of your thighs and pussy around his enormous cock, all while forcing you to look at him, so it'd be ingrained in your mind who did this to you.
"You're nothing but a hole to take my cock right now," he said lowly, the words a gentle caress in your ear. "Know you like it that way, too."
Another drop splashed onto the embarrassing puddle beneath you.
"Feel that?" His hand stopped torturing your clit and came up to your stomach, pushing right below your belly button, making you feel him inside. "Feel how deep I am? Has anyone reached here, baby?"
You shook your head, your pussy squeezing around him as you tried to adjust to his size.
He chuckled. "Didn't think so. Bet you feel nice and full. Aren't you so lucky?"
"Yes, I am, fuck." You tried to blink away the tears. His cock was fucking enormous, hitting sweet spots inside you you didn't even know existed. You really did feel like you were being split in half. "You're so fucking big."
"Yeah baby? Like the way I stretch you out? You took it so well, didn't know you had it in you." He pressed harder against the bulge protruding in your abdomen, letting you feel how deep it was. "Now I want you imagine what it'll be like when I finally fuck you with it."
—
You gasped, feeling all too sticky for your liking. You glanced at the clock.
4:45 AM.
Slowing your breath, you grabbed one of your pillows and screamed into it, kicking at your ruined sheets.
Fuck, it really wasn't over.
You had a problem.
It continued like that for much longer than you had ever hoped. Early morning laundry at the most ridiculous times. Downing coffee constantly because you were practically afraid of falling asleep again and seeing him. Jungkook had completely ruined your sleep schedule. You ended up buying another set of sheets to add to the rotation, and now you were filling up the notebook with more porn than the calculus notes it started off with.
You were frustrated beyond belief, Jungkook taunting you every waking and sleeping moment. It's not like he had any clue, which only made it worse. He got to obliviously prance around the place, whereas you were suffering in his mere presence. Admittedly you were taking out your unwarranted frustration on him, but you couldn't help it. Every time you were greeted with those innocent, doe eyes you were reminded of the sadistic glint in them the night before. Your body had a reaction any time you saw him, your insides screaming and a heartbeat in your nether regions when he so much as glanced to you.
You became much more snippy with him, cutting conversations short and being much more bitchy than usual, and that was saying something.
Poor Jungkook had no clue what he had done so wrong.
"Seriously, what has been your issue?" He confronted you, arms crossed as he caged you into the kitchen, blocking the way out.
"You," you snapped, downing a cup of coffee, trying not to think of the dream that had left your panties drenched.
Both of your handcuffs had been used to lock your wrists on either bedpost, your sleep mask covering your eyes as you leaned forward, arms straining as you tried to break free. Your mouth was gaping, tongue dangling from your mouth like a dog, Jungkook's cock mere centimeters from your lips. You could practically taste the pre-cum that was oozing out of the tip.
Jungkook's hands gripped the bedpost above you, hips just far back enough to deny you of what you were craving. His cruel chuckle met your ears as he watched your desperation.
"C'mon, you're barely even trying. You must not want it bad enough."
You tried to inch forward more, barely getting any closer.
"That's it, you're almost there." Jungkook took his cock in one hand and stroked it slowly, hand twisting over the head to spread the lubricant over it. "You want my cock so bad. C'mon, know you can almost taste it."
You mewled when you finally felt the tip on your lips, licking over the small slit and sticking your tongue out so you could twirl it around the head.
You snapped out of the daydream and back to reality, the taste of Jungkook's pre-cum still being on the tip of your tongue. Your face burned as you tried to step past him, but he blocked your exit.
"Yeah, it's always me, which I don't get because I've been completely decent to you. I thought we were actually getting along for a second. But lately you've just been a complete bitch to me for no reason."
You fumed, not in the mood for the conversation. Sure, Real-Jungkook had been civilized, but Dream-Jungkook had been nothing but an animal. "What? You were expecting me to like you all of the sudden? Please."
You tried to step around him again, but he stepped to the same side, not letting up. "We used to get along as kids, y'know. What happened?"
You did not want to think about when you were kids. "I realized I hated you. I still hate you. Simple."
"Why?" His nostrils flared. "I never understood it. One day you suddenly decided you wanted nothing to do with me. What's the reason?"
Your mouth dropped open as your mind scrambled for an explanation, but nothing came out.
Jungkook let out a scoff. "You can't fucking stand me, and you don't even know why. It's pathetic."
Pathetic. That word rung in your head, the same word he'd whisper into your ear in your dreams when he made you cum over and over again. Your face burned up more, and you took a step back, putting up an accusatory finger. "Please! Don't act like you like me all of the sudden. We only moved in together out of convenience, not because we're actually friends or anything."
He bared his teeth, glaring at you. "You know what? You're right. I hate you too. Can't fucking stand you right now."
"Good!" you shot back.
He finally moved out of the way towards his room, and you stomped out of the kitchen to the sofa, turning your back to grab at the notebook, fire in your veins. He was the reason you were suffering so much, and you knew just from seeing him pissed you were going to have another rough night.
"What the fuck is up with you and that book?" Jungkook hissed. Apparently he hadn't gone to his room just yet. Stupid you, not waiting until you heard his door closed.
You spun around, scowling. "What, a girl can't fucking learn now and then?"
"You're always going through it, I didn't even write that many notes."
"Well I have to go over it again and again since I didn't take Calc 1, remember?" You quickly tried to cover your tracks, gripping onto the book like it were a life line. "Stop being so obsessed with me and mind your business, maybe."
Jungkook gritted his teeth, a vein popping up along his neck out of anger. "Fucking whatever. Suit yourself."
Finally, you heard his door slam shut, and you let out a breath of relief.
—
Luckily for you, Jungkook's finals were coming up, so your real-life interactions with him were much more limited. Most of the time he would simply give you a grunt of acknowledgement when you came home from work, sitting at the sofa, surrounded by his notes. At first you got a bit anxious that he was so close to your previous book, but the bottom half of the stack remained mostly undisturbed. Hell, he was now sleeping in more and skipping his morning runs, up late studying, which meant when you were up from one of those terrible, awful, no good dreams, you could do your laundry and scribble in the book in peace.
You were running out of pages, and seriously had to consider going out and buying a notebook of your own if this were to keep up. You weren't sure how much more of this could take. Maybe it'd be worth it to move back in with your parents. At least then you'd be freed of this torment.
You were having to buy so many things lately. New bedsheets for the rotation. Another book for you to scribble out the depraved fantasies that should never see the light of day. Hell, maybe even a new vibrator, because Dream-Kook just loved reminding you how much you needed to be filled, and it seemed to be more and more true every day. He was turning out to be quite the expense.
Occasionally you considered sleeping with someone else to get it out of your system. Maybe taking up Taehyung on his offer. He was in a dream too, after all. But Jungkook was already beyond pissed at you, and sleeping with his friend would surely and rightfully send him over the edge. You were afraid what would happen if he were to actually snap, and with how much you two had been bickering lately, his patience was clearly running thin. Even if you were to bring another man home with you, something told you it wasn't a great idea. For some reason you hated the idea of Jungkook knowing.
Even in your dreams he seemed to taunt you about it.
"Now what would you do that for? You know no one can satisfy you the way I can, stretch you out as like me. Why don't you stop wasting everyone's time and just ask? Maybe beg nicely and I'll actually give you what you want."
Nope. Not happening. There was absolutely no way you could let Jungkook know you had been thinking about him like this. If your sinful thoughts ever got to him, you'd never hear the end of it. The mere thought of him finding out mortified you. It was bad enough he had caught you checking him out one too many times. What would happen if he were to discover every graphic detail of what you dreamt of him doing to you?
Work had been hell. It seemed your dreams had morphed into daydreams, distracting you throughout the day now and invading every aspect of your life. You had zoned out thinking about Jungkook using BDSM tape, covering your pussy to trap his cum inside, and turning your Hitachi on the highest setting as it pressed against you.
Let's just say you were less than productive today. Clearly your desires were morphing becoming depraved by the day. You were going clinically insane.
You muttered to yourself as you fumbled with your keys in the door. You had to stay overtime to make up for the work lost during your daydreaming. Honestly, you should find some way to legally sue Jeon Jungkook. It was the least you could do. This sleep deprivation was a literal form of torture, who could blame you for going a bit insane? That's what you told yourself when you ate some of Jungkook's cinnamon buns out of retribution. At least you had tomorrow off.
Tonight you were going to wait until the Jungkook eventually tired himself out from studying, and go ham on yourself with the Hitachi. Write down the little daydream that had you squirming in your seat, too. You uncomfortably pulled at your skirt and smoothed over your button down, noting to yourself that you should probably wear pants to work for the foreseeable future.
You slammed the door shut, seeing Jungkook hunched over his papers as usual. You gave him a passing grunt of acknowledgement, tossing your keys into the bowl.
He looked up at you from over the couch, and there was something in his eyes you couldn't quite place. He seemed almost angry, which didn't make sense because you had just gotten here. Did he know you ate one of his protein bars this morning or something? Maybe he was just frustrated from studying.
"Not even a hello?" You scoffed. Usually he'd at least grunt back at you. Rude.
You walked past the couch to go to your room, but spotted something from the corner of your eye.
In Jungkook's hand was his red Calc 2 notebook.
Your eyes widened, and you tried to keep your face as neutral as possible as your mind scrambled. No. There was no way. He never even touched that fucking book! He finished that class a semester ago, why would he? Maybe he didn't go to the last pages. He himself knew he only filled out maybe a third of it, he probably stayed in that section.
Your eyes darted between your bedroom door and your front door, weighing the two options. Should you lock yourself in your bedroom and refuse to come out? You'd probably wither and starve in there, but it'd be better than inevitably having to come out and face Jungkook. Maybe go back to the front door and drive away? That'll look too suspicious!
Calm down, Y/N!
You halted your hesitation, taking shaky steps toward your bedroom. You were just being paranoid. That's it.
You twisted the knob, opening it barely an inch before a tattooed hand above you slammed it back shut.
You froze.
Slowly turning around and facing up, you gulped in fear, coming face to face with Jungkook.
He now hovered over you, eyes dark as he caged you in with his large body, notebook clutched tightly in the hand that wasn't refusing you access to your bedroom.
He seemed much too calm for your liking, eerily quiet as he took in your nervous expression, the way you trembled like a leaf underneath him already, guilt written all over your face.
Jungkook lifted the notebook to eye level, the sharpied Calc 2 title taunting you. "Care to tell me what this is?"
Your mouth felt very dry all of the sudden, and your eyes flitted about your surroundings, searching for an escape. "Y-Your notes?"
"Oh really? Because I don't remember writing," he opened the book with one hand, letting it land on a random page, "about how I was so deep inside you, you felt me in the back of your throat."
You felt all the blood drain from your face, color being washed away. You were too ashamed to even look at him. "I... I can explain."
"Oh I'd love an explaination." He snapped the book shut dramatically. "I'd love to hear whatever excuse you came up with as to why you used nearly 200 of my pages to write twisted porn about me."
You wanted to die. You wanted die right here, right now. For the floor to swallow you whole.
Your mouth dropped, but no sound escaped you. What could you say? He clearly saw everything. Every goddamn graphic detail you had scribbled into that stupid book had now come to bite you in the ass.
"Thought you didn't see me as a man, Y/N." He tsked, narrowing his eyes as he waved the book in your face. "Was wondering what had you so fucking obsessed with this. Knew you weren't just studying my fucking calculus notes. How long have you been writing these sick fantasies in here, huh?"
You stared down at the floor, and Jungkook grabbed your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact with him. He looked beyond pissed. You tried to swallow, your knees threatening to give out under you. "S-Since I talked to Layla."
A small breath escaped his lips. "Is that right?" His mouth quirked up, a near smirk appearing on his face. "What'd she tell you, huh?"
You shook your head, closing your eyes.
He craned your neck up, forcing your to arch your back against the door, the back of your head now pressed against it. He gritted his teeth. "Answer me," he demanded.
"Told me you were big," you gasped out. "That you were rough. And mean."
Jungkook tilted his head. "Is that right?"
Your bottom lip trembled, feeling the blood now rush to your cheeks. You couldn't escape Jungkook's tight grasp or scrutinizing glare, forced to feel the humiliation from being caught. "It's all your fault," you deflected. "It's your fucking fault I've been having these dreams. You made me do it."
"I did?" His nostrils flared, fingers tensing around your face, pressing into your cheeks with anger. Your lips jutted out, rendering you silent. "You're blaming me for you writing out this absolute filth? About how you begged for my cock, how you dreamed of me putting my tongue anywhere I pleased, using you? No, you don't get to put this on me."
"I do!" You barely managed to gasp the words out through his grip. Your hands reached for the notebook, but he held it out of your reach, refusing to give it up. You wrenched your face free from his hold, glaring at him with disdain. "You've been galavanting half naked practically every day! It's your fault I haven't gotten any fucking sleep, that I'm fucking tormented with these dreams to the fact I had to write it out to get it out of my system! I haven't been able to sleep properly in weeks! I'm constantly having to wash my sheets, hide in my own fucking apartment, all because of you! I fucking hate you!"
Jungkook's gaze hardened, and suddenly he was very,very quiet.
"Is that so?"
Suddenly you regretted your words, because he twisted he knob behind you, and you felt yourself falling back into the door you had previously been leaning on. Jungkook doesn't let you hit the ground, though, hand again clasped around your jaw as he walked you backwards, letting your back hit the mattress.
He climbed on top of you, throwing the notebook aside as he pinned you down. "Say it again."
Your eyes were wide as you stared up at him, one of his hands beside your head and the other one holding a firm grip on your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact.
Very quietly, you whispered out the words. "I hate you."
That's when Jungkook did something he never had in any of your dreams.
He leaned down and kissed you.
You immediately gasped in surprise, and Jungkook didn't wait to force his tongue in your mouth, completely overwhelming you as he pressed his mouth harder against yours. You couldn't even turn away, having to take it as he explored every part of you available, his movements precise and deliberate as if he had something to lose. On instinct, and not wanting to lose, you found yourself kissing him back, pink muscle dancing with his as you kissed him harder, screwing your eyes shut and giving him everything you had. His kiss wasn't gentle or sweet, instead an angry clash of tongue and teeth as he ravished your mouth, as though he were trying to teach you a lesson through that alone. Your hands wove in his hair, the tendrils just as soft as you always imagined.
"Fucking hate you, too," he growled against your lips, the vibrations from his words making your stomach flip. "Gonna show you how much."
You couldn't fucking believe you were doing this with Jungkook, the boy you swore hated since you started becoming fully conscious. The boy, turned man, who made your stomach do somersaults and knew you since the two of you were little kids. There was so much shared history between you two that couldn't be forgotten, too many years. And here he was, licking into your mouth and swallowing every whine and whimper like it was fucking owed to him.
After what felt like forever, he finally allowed you air, both of you gasping for breath, a line of saliva still connecting you two before snapping off. He glared at you with absolute intensity, his hand letting go of your jaw to land on the other side of your head and support his weight.
Both of you were still breathless, staring at each other, your eyes wide and his narrowed.
You couldn't believe he had actually done it. You also couldn't believe that you actually liked it, a lot more in reality than you ever would have in your dreams.
"You're such a dirty liar," he hissed. "You only hate me because you want me."
"Y-You're fucking delusional," you denied, despite the fact it was clearly pointless. Anyone could see you were lying out of your ass.
"Am I?" Before you can stop him, his hand shoved your skirt up to your waist, yanking your panties and twisting the fabric as he ripped them down your thighs.
You didn't even have time to hide it. You were so embarrassingly wet, thick strings of your arousal stretching from your messy cunt to the patch in your underwear as it desperately tried to cling to it.
Jungkook scowled back at your mortified expression, eyes glued to how wet you had gotten just from his kiss and confrontation. "Don't you dare lie to me when your pussy reacts like this," he growled, hand coming up and landing a sharp smack right on your center.
You let out an wanton moan, unable to hide it as you bucked back against his hand, thighs rubbing together now like matches. Jungkook had none of it, grabbing your knees and forcing them apart so he could take a good look at your shame. His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he stared at you, unable to hide the evidence of how he affected you.
"How long were you planning on hiding this from me, huh?" His hand came up to your pussy, running between the slippery folds, your slick collecting on his fingers. "How long were you going to keep the fact that you've been having these nasty dreams about me almost every night?"
You bit your lip, closing your eyes, refusing to answer.
Jungkook didn't like that.
He slapped your cunt again, manhandling your legs back apart when you tried to shut them back together. "Fucking answer or I swear to God I'll edge you for hours."
"Forever," you admitted, shame washing over you. "You were never supposed to know."
"Oh? So you were just going to keep this a secret?" He slipped two fingers around your clit before pinching, the same way he did in your dreams, watching you whine at the sensation and squeal. "Were never going to tell me about how you thought about me fucking your face until you passed out? Or sharing you with my friend? Or how I used every nasty sex toy in your drawer on you until you were begging me to stop?"
"F-Fuck, Jungkook!" He pinched you again, rubbing harder against your clit as it became engorged. "Please, please, just—"
"What?" He rubbed slower now, tantalizing circles that made you want to grind down on him harder. "Have mercy? When you were being such a brat a minute ago?"
He didn't wait before plunging two digits inside of you, and you were so wet he didn't even meet any resistance. He curled them up, pressing them against that rough patch that had your toes curl. "I'm not going to be nice to you anymore. We both know you don't want that anyway."
Your hands wrapped around his wrist, feeling the way his muscles worked with every curl of his fingers inside of you. It felt far more overwhelming than any of your dreams already, his cologne wrapping around you and making your brain foggy, his digits moving with expertise threatening make you cum hard enough to see stars.
You couldn't give in so easily. You were mortified by the thought of him knowing it only took his fingers to make you undone.
You bit your lip, holding back your moans as best you could, swallowing every whimper that threatened to expose you.
"What happened to all those cute moans earlier, huh princess?" His tone was belittling, making you feel smaller beneath him. "C'mon, don't be shy. You certainly weren't in that little notebook of yours."
"Was faking them," you hissed through gritted teeth, not wanting to give in. He always hated how stubborn you were.
His eyes narrowed. "Faking it huh?" He pressed his other hand down against your abdomen, shoving another finger inside of you and increasing the speed of his thrusts. "Let's see how well you can fake it, then."
You could hardly contain your squeal as all three fingers quirked up, jackhammering into your sweet spot, his other hand pressing hard against your bladder to let you feel the pressure building up. His thumb toyed with your clit, swiping quick circles, and the sloppy lewd sounds of your wet pussy filled your room with undeniable proof. You dug your nails into his wrists, almost hard enough for him to bleed, but he didn't stop, licking his lips as if he could already taste your orgasm on his tongue.
He buried his fingers as deep as he could manage, grinding his thumb against your clit as you whimpered underneath him. A sadistic smile spread on his face as he leaned in closer, making you hear how your wet pussy swallowed his fingers. "Want me to stop? I can always leave you here like this, since you hate it so much."
You quickly shook your head, already wanting to cry at the thought, and your chest burned with humiliation as he laughed at you. He slipped his pinky into you as well, four fingers filling and stretching you, his thrusts brutal as he slammed them into you. He barely managed to squeeze all four of his digits into you, your tight cunt practically strangling them as you clenched down. "No? Don't stop? Thought you were faking it, baby."
"Please, don't... don't..!"
Your unfinished sentence hung in the air as your ass rose from the mattress, liquid spilling out of you and splashing onto Jungkook's clothes and the mattress. He cursed, fucking you harder with his fingers, wringing out every drop you had to over until you were left trembling like a leaf. His eyes looked practically insane, dark and enamored in how you fell apart beneath him, only making him want more.
When you collapsed back down, he finally pulled out, grinning as he took a long lick along his hand, tasting your cum. You were left flushed and breathless, mind blank as you tried to process the fact Jungkook had just made you squirt like that.
"Tell me you faked that. Go ahead. Try." You couldn't, there was no use, and he knew it. He chuckled, slapping his wet hand against your puffy sex, cruelly laughing at how your hips jumped again. "Can't believe you have such a weak pussy, cumming so easily from just my fingers. Fucking squirted everywhere, ruined my clothes. You should apologize."
"You... You made your point—"
You weren't able to finish, Jungkook's hand wrapping around your throat to cut you off.
"Shut up."
He clambered over you between your thighs, other hand coming up to your mouth. He pressed his thumb against your bottom lip, and you obediently opened, letting him in and sucking on it, tasting some of your arousal on him. He ground his hips against yours, and you felt the thick, heavy bulge press against you.
His fingers tensed around your neck, a small whimper passing through as you stared up at him with wide, deceitfully innocent eyes.
"Aw." He smirked, tilting his head at you. "You're actually kind of cute like this."
You opened your mouth to make some sort of retort, but he squeezed again, halting any bratty comment you were about to make.
"Should've fucking known. The sudden obsession with my notes. The random laundry hours. The way you'd spend forever in your room fucking yourself with your vibrator. How you'd stare at me like you wanted me to destroy you, just like this." He pressed his thumb against your tongue, pinning it down. "Open."
You did as you were told, parting your mouth as he pursed his lips, letting a wad of spit dangle down his tongue and into your waiting mouth. He pulled out his thumb. "Swallow."
Obediently, you did so, feeling Jungkook's palm pressed against your throat as you swallowed.
His fingers flexed around the column. "Want me to fuck your throat? Want me to suffocate you on the cock you've been fucking obsessing over?"
You nodded eagerly, only to be delivered a sharp slap to your mouth. Your jaw tingled with delicious pain, a dull throb starting as he glared down at you with absolute disgust. Most embarrassing of all was the unabashed moan that unintentionally escaped your lips as soon as he hit you.
"You don't deserve it," he spat. "Say it."
"I..." You swallowed again, harder now with how Jungkook's hand tightened on your neck. "I don't deserve it."
"Deserve what?"
"I don't deserve to suck your cock!" Jungkook finally let go of your throat, and you sucked in greedy amounts of air as oxygen refilled your lungs.
"That's right," he tsked, finally pulling back. "Brats like you don't deserve shit from me."
He hooked his hands under your knees, forcing them up and folding you in half, pressing them into your shoulders. Your bare cunt twitched under his harsh stare, and you tried to reach for him to no avail. All of your holes were exposed, his for the taking.
"Such a pretty fucking pussy." He admired your messy cunt in awe, watching how you quivered in anticipation of what he'd do next. "Can't believe you've been keeping this from me."
Unable to resist any longer, he dove in, burying his tongue in you as far as it would go, mashing his nose up against your clit as he breathed you in. You moaned, fingers tangling into his locks, tugging at the strands as he went as deep as his jaw would allow. "Jungkook!" You cried, gasping at the sensation.
"Like this?" He mumbled into you, coming up for air just for a second to spit on your pussy, licking a broad stripe up your core. "Like the man you hate eating your nasty little cunt?"
You felt your cheeks burn at his dirty words, squirming as he attached his mouth again, the tip of his tongue flicking up and down your clit without hesitation. He sucked on it before slurping up the wetness that came pouring out of you, the sloppy, obscene sounds only adding to your further embarrassment. You couldn't even do a good job at pretending to hate this anymore. It was clear to both you and Jungkook that you were loving every second.
"This weak pussy gonna cum for me again?" He asked, making eye contact as he licked up your pussy again, watching you whimper as the tip of his tongue brushed your clit. "Gonna show me how pathetic you really are?"
Your hand curled into a fist in his hair, making his scalp sting. You held on to whatever remnants of your pride was left. "I-I won't!"
"Mm, you will," he smiled against you, and you felt the insertion of two digits again, curling back into the spot that destroyed you before. You moaned, head tilting back as you knew you were already done for. "Want me to fuck up this pussy so bad. Don't even need my dick to break you. You're such a desperate slut, you'd take anything."
You nodded, knowing everything he said was factual. You didn't even have the will-power to deny it.
"You don't even deserve to feel this good," Jungkook growled, glaring down at you, his fingers vicious as they pounded into you. The wet squelch from between your thighs, and how you clamped down on his fingers like a vice, let him know you knew it was the truth. "Yet here I am, being so fucking nice to you, when you've been nothing but a bitch to me for years."
His mouth latched on your clit again, giving harsh sucks until your thighs quaked, and you were gushing into his mouth all over again. You felt your eyes begin to cross, orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave, and all you could feel was Jungkook's lips around your clit and his fingers curling inside you, pressed right up on the spot that had you seeing stars.
Your legs finally fell back flat on the bed, and your chest rose and sunk with every breath you took. Jungkook's mouth detached from you, a smirk of satisfaction on his glistening face and rosy lips.
"You didn't even pretend to fight it on that one. Don't tell me you're giving up already," he snickered, spreading your pussy with his thumbs, watching it twitch and quiver in your post-orgasmic state. "I've barely even started."
He manhandled you over on your stomach, pulling your ass into the air and slapping it hard enough for your entire cheek to sting.
"Y-You're so f-fucking mean," you whined.
"Yeah? Hearing you cry like that only makes me want to be meaner," he grinned, gripping your ass with both hands and spreading your cheeks to expose your holes, your wet pussy not helping your predicament. He dug his nails in before smacking the already sore cheek. "I can't help that you like to get fucked like this."
You yelped, turning back to him with tears in your eyes. "S-Sadistic bastard," you hissed.
"Masochistic slut," he smiled, spanking your other cheek.
Finally, you heard the rustling of clothes behind you, and you couldn't help but crane your neck to finally, finally see what you've been waiting for all this time.
You stared at the literal dick of your dreams, gigantic and thick, everything you had imagined and more. He was hung as hell, just like you dreamed. Jungkook's monster cock looked like it should only belong in porn. It didn't help that Jungkook was unfairly, haughtily, and all to aware of this, his cocky grin as he tugged his shirt over his head telling you he knew exactly what you were thinking.
"Big enough for you princess?" He mocked, his voice teasing. His body was a perfect match for his dick, large and hard and perfectly built to wreck you. "Is it exactly like you dreamed of?"
You hated how he read you like an open book, knowing he didn't even ask. He just wanted to humiliate you even more. Defiantly, you eyed up his cock, jutting up your chin at him. "I expected better."
His jaw clenched and his nostrils flared at your brattiness. "Yeah?" He gripped onto your hips, sliding your skirt to bunch up your waist further. "You should have no problem taking it, then."
You immediately regretted your decision when he shoved your head down into your pillows, tapping the head of his cock against your folds with wet smacks. His grip on your ass was possessive, fingers digging in as he teased his cockhead against your hole, barely thrusting in half an inch in and out as your pussy made loud, filthy noises. Even with how dripping wet you were and the two orgasms prior, you weren't sure if you'd be able to take him in the same way you had in your fantasies.
Still, the way he barely let you feel the tip was driving you crazy. You gnawed at your lip, trying to push back to have him sink into you, but his grip on your hips was too strong. "Just put your stupid dick in me already!"
"Oh? So much attitude." He sunk in a bit further, the head of him inside you now, and how thick it already felt made your thighs quiver at the prospect. "Want me to fuck up your insides so bad but can't even ask nicely. Stupid brat still needs to be put in her place."
He gave you another inch, laughing at how you quieted down, savoring how your walls flitted around him, trying to accommodate his intimidating girth.
"Oh? So quiet now. Why's that?" He slid in a bit more, hissing at how you squeezed him so tight. You on the other hand, gripped onto the bed sheets, rendered silent as you pondered how you were really going to fit all of him in you like this. "Where'd all that bitchiness go?"
Jungkook was met with resistance as he forced himself in you a bit further, and hissed with how you practically strangled his cock. He tried to pull his hips back and fuck you shallowly, but the way you gripped him tight like you didn't want to let him go made it difficult. "Fuck, how're you still so tight? You're so fucking wet, made you squirt everywhere, and you're still choking on me like crazy."
"It's your fault!" You popped your head up to glare at him over his shoulders, your eyes glassy with tears. "Your s-stupid dick is too big."
He let out a breathless laugh. "Really? You gonna start crying already?"
He shoved your head back into the pillows, mounting you as he bullied his cock deeper inside.
"I'm not even halfway in yet, princess." He pushed his hips in more, snickering at how you gasped and tears sprung at the corner of your eyes. "You talked such big game, but you're struggling to take me. What good even are you?"
You didn't respond, his words true and causing your face to heat up with embarrassment.
"Do you need help, baby?"
Weakly, you nodded, bruising your pride as you admitted defeat. Jungkook laughed at your expense, clearly enjoying watching you let go of your stubbornness. Slowly but surely, he was breaking you just as promised.
"Where's your vibrator?"
Your stomach did a flip.
"What?"
"Your vibrator. The one I had to hear you fuck yourself with basically every day? When I was just a few feet away?" He cracked his hand down on your ass, the sound of the impact echoing in your bedroom. "Where is it?"
Warily, your eyes slid over to your nightstand, and Jungkook got the hint. Reaching over, he yanked out the drawer, your prized possessions revealed to him. Your handcuffs, rose toys, all of it was now privy to his scrutinizing gaze.
He clicked his tongue at the sight. "Well well, you've certainly got quite the collection, don't you?"
Humiliation heated your face, but somehow it only made you wetter, Jungkook's cock sliding in a bit deeper into your pussy. He hissed at the sensation.
"I think I'll go with this one."
Your eyes widened as he pulled out your favorite Hitachi wand, plugging the cord into the extension by your bed and having it whir to life. You tried to close your legs again, but Jungkook smacked one of your thighs, adjusting you so your legs spread even wider beneath him, your back dipping into a low arch. "None of that. You need help, remember?"
He brought the wand down beneath you, the buzzing head dangerously close to your dripping cunt. "This should do it."
He pressed it down against you, and you let out an obscene moan, legs starting to shake as you involuntarily sank down further against his cock. He only mashed it harder against your clit, loving how you unabashedly whined and kicked your feet as it overwhelmed you, your incessant moans too much to even try and hide.
"Thaaaat's it. Look how you're opening up for me." He was already more than halfway in you now, able to feel the vibrations of the wand on his dick as your walls slicked up more, welcoming him much quicker. Drops of you were starting to spill onto your sheets again, ruining them. "Good girl, you're almost there. Doing so good. You're taking me so well."
You were so glad Jungkook couldn't see your expression, the way your eyes were starting to cross and your toes were curling, your orgasm building up as he nuzzled the head deeper against your folds, making you feel every vibration as his cock plunged further and further into you.
Right when you felt your orgasm approach, he slammed completely into you, cockhead spearing to the deepest part of you against your cervix, hitting sweet spots you thought you only imagined, his balls flushed against your sopping folds. He pulled the vibrator away, turning it off, forcing you to feel the way you took all of him, and how so very full you were.
Even without the added stimulation of the Hitachi, you thought you were going crazy, clambering at the sheets as you tried to pull your hips back from him for mercy. He didn't give it to you, though, hips pushing forward with yours, forcing you to stay full and feel the way he stretched you completely. He ground as deep as he could against you, wanting you to feel every part of him.
"Don't run from it. You begged for this, remember?" He squeezed onto your hips, keeping your ass flush against him, not letting you escape. "That was what the vibrator was for."
Your legs trembled underneath you, his cockhead rubbing so deeply in you you felt your belly bulging beneath you. He wasn't even moving and you felt like you were going to burst.
"F-Fuck, Jungkook, please please please—" You dropped your head into your again pillows, babbling out nonsense into the cotton as he pressed his hips as hard against you as he could, feeling your gummy walls swallow him.
"Such a good pussy. Can't help but want to bully it even more," he rasped to himself, balls snug against your clit. Your arousal was coating even his thighs now, a large wet spot darkening on your sheets beneath you as you continued to drip. "Is this why you give me so much attitude all the time? Just hoping I could put you in your place like this? Use you however I want, just like you dreamed? "
You nodded into the pillow, turning your face, one tearful eye staring at him with pleas. "Yes, please just..."
"Just what?" A sadistic grin appeared on his lips. "Move?"
You don't even get the time to respond as he pulled his hips back, leaving just the fat head in you before slamming back in, the brutal thrust making your legs shake. His balls smacked against your clit and pressed against you as he leaned all his weight on you, and before you knew it you were cumming.
Your hands balled into fists as you let out a moan, and your mind went blank, unable to even worry about the noise complaints that were sure to follow in the morning.
Jungkook's evil laugh echoed in your ear as he watched you fall apart beneath him, his hands being the only thing holding you up. "Did you seriously just cum?" You wanted to slap the shit eating grin off his face. "You really are fucking weak."
He pulled back out again, thrusting into you, watching you scramble as he wrecked your pussy, repeatedly hitting those sweet spots over and over again. He leaned down, letting go of one of your hips to wrap his bicep around your throat, squeezing as he pulled you in to meet his thrusts, his other hand landing next to yours to keep himself up. You choked, face free from the pillows, tears streaming down your cheeks as he pounded into you, forcing you to take it like a good girl.
"So fucking pathetic," he cooed in your ear, his tone belittling with mock pity. "Wanted me to fuck you stupid when you're already fucking brainless."
You nodded in his hold, unable to do anything but agree and take it, his huge, pornstar cock destroying you with every passing thrust. He continuously grunted in your ear, his moans making your stomach churn as you heard how your pussy was wrecking him too.
"You really don't deserve such a good pussy, fuck," he cursed. "Shit's too good. Best pussy I've ever had, of fucking course it had to be you."
You felt the same way. You couldn't even process the fact that Jeon Jungkook of all people was giving you the best dick of your life. If someone told you that before the two of you moved in together, you would've had them checked into an asylum.
You used one hand that wasn't supporting yourself to grip onto his forearm, nails raking down it as you were forced to endure his brutal backshots. He growled in your ear, biting at the shell of it to give you a taste of pain too.
"S-So much," you gasped out. "Too deep."
"Yeah?" He yanked you up, straightening his back and arching yours as he forced you upright, bicep still curled around your neck. He pressed his hand on your stomach, the bulge protruding from you, moving as he pummeled into you. "Like it here? Like how fucking deep I am?"
You nodded, whining as he pushed down on you, pressure building.
His hand slid further down, toying with your clit, giving it that same mean pinch and rub that had you seeing stars. You were starting to go light-headed from his choking, the corners of your vision blurring, every little thing driving you mad. He twisted his arm, forcing you to turn your head toward him, and he captured your lips, forcing his tongue back in your mouth to make you go crazy, tasting him as he barreled into you.
"Dumb fucking slut," he mumbled against your lips.
You came again, going weightless in Jungkook's arms as your knees practically gave out, thighs quaking. You felt your arousal dripping down them and to your knees, and Jungkook fucked you through it, moaning as he felt your pussy spasm and clench around him like a vice.
He finally released you, unhooking his arm and letting you collapse face first into the bed, the strength drained from your body as he gripped back onto your hips, throwing your ass back to meet his thrusts. He planted both feet on the bed, squatting over you as he used your limp body like a toy, burying himself balls deep again as he unloaded inside of you.
"Fucking t-take it!"
You whined, feeling his cock twitch and move, pressed right against your cervix, the warm fluid coating your walls in white.
At last Jungkook pulled out, cock still heavy after he drained his balls in you, leaking with leftover cum. Some trickled out of your hole, and your hips slowly slid down as you laid flat against the mattress, thoroughly fucked out.
Jungkook ran a hand through his sweaty hair, breathing heavily as he took in your limp state. Flipping you onto your back, you couldn't even protest.
He dragged your skirt down your legs and undid your shirt, pulling the offensive material off to finally see your bare form. He squeezed one of your tits, fingers tugging at a nipple as he watched you writhe at his touch. He leaned in, biting and sucking at the skin available to him to cover you in bruises and marks, evidence that would last for days and remind you of how he completely dominated you.
"You were right, you know. Earlier." He panted, enamored at your stiff nipples, toying with them as he pleased. He sucked at your neck, giving a cruel nip before licking over the marks left behind. "If you were walking around the apartment in just a towel, I don't think I would've been able to resist this slutty little body. I would've ripped it off you and bent you over the nearest surface. I wouldn't even be able to hold myself back."
He pinched both nipples, pulling them up to make your back arch, your whines music to his ears.
Licking his lips, he smirked. "You probably wouldn't have even tried to stop me."
You weakly nodded as he finally let go of you, but your relief is short lived, hearing the sound of a loud buzz returning. Opening your eyes, you see the hitachi back in his hands, thrumming back to life, his smile sadistic as he took in your expression.
"W-Wait!" You tried to cross your legs, but he forced them apart again, hand shoving against a knee to expose your puffy core to him once more.
"Can't have you talking shit again, baby," he cooed, spreading your spent cunt and pressing the vibrating head against you. "Need to make sure you to know who you belong to."
You practically screamed feeling the vibrator on you again, Jungkook's cum gushing out of you as your pussy spasmed. It pooled beneath your ass onto the sheets, the white liquid spilling between your cheeks. You felt like such a hot, sticky mess, but Jungkook didn't seem to care. His grin only widened as he continued to torture you with pleasure.
"Look at me," he commanded, gripping your jaw and forcing you to face him, staring between his face and the vibrator in his hand as he pressed it harder against you. "Want you to remember it was me who did this to you. Made you a fucking mess for me."
You cried, the overstimulation hurting oh so good, an orgasm you couldn't even avoid threatening to take over again. You didn't even know you could cum this much; you thought it was only the thing of dreams, but Jungkook was intent on outdoing your fantasies and then some.
"Should've just come to me instead of scribbling in that stupid little book," he chastised, watching as he milked out all of the cum from your pussy. He should fill it back up when you're empty again. "Should've let me ruin you the way you always wanted. Could've just knocked."
"I-I didn't think—"
"You never think," he shot back. "Don't use that pretty little head of yours for anything except insults, trying to get under my skin. Just hoping I'd fuck you hard enough to get rid of that bitchy attitude."
You nodded in agreement, feeling another orgasm take over you.
"Are you going to cum again? C'mon, thank me when you do."
"Th-Thank youuu!" You shouted out the words as you came, thighs trembling to the same tune as the vibrator, eyes on Jungkook just like he demanded.
When your whimpers transitioned into weak pleas, he finally turned the vibrator off, having mercy on your poor, sweaty form. Grabbing the backs of your knees again, he folds you in half, latching his mouth on your pussy again and burying his tongue in deep. He scooped out whatever cum was left on his tongue before spitting it on your clit, taking one hand and rubbing the cum in circles over it with his thumb. He shuffled closer, cock hard again.
With the last bit of strength and sanity you could muster, you reached for it, feeling the girth in your hand and how you almost couldn't close it properly around him. You stroked it, still slick with your cum, heavy and hard. It was crazy to you that you had been able to fit all of it in you, and you were all too willingly about to do it again.
You aligned it with your entrance, biting your lips as you tried to get him to enter you again. Clearly, Jeon Jungkook had broken you not only in body, but in mind too.
He seemed to know it, too, following your direction and slowly pushing back into you. You realized how empty you had felt before, and how delicious it felt to be full again.
"Gonna stretch you out so you can only take my cock," he muttered to himself, sliding in further and further, the glide much easier than the first attempt. "Gonna shape this pussy to remember my cock. No one will be able to satisfy you anymore. Not your vibrator, not your small, useless fingers. No one."
You knew every word he said was the truth, wrapping your legs around him to pull him in until his pelvis was flush against yours, balls pressing against your ass, all of his cum pushed out of you and only adding to the slick slide of him as bottomed out.
His fingers entangled with yours, pinning your hands over your head as he pulled his hips back, thrusting into you slowly at first. "Tell me you're mine," he demanded, leaning down so your lips would barely touch, forcing you to share the same breath. His eyes locked with yours, staring intensely as he studied the dreamy, fucked out gaze in yours. "Say it. No one can get in this pussy as deep as I can. No one can satisfy you like me."
You nodded. "I'm yours. H-Have been for a while."
"Always have," he grunted, eyes twisting shut as he started to get rougher with his pounding. His hands squeezed yours almost painfully. "You were always fucking mine. You're gonna come to me from now on. Every time this pussy gets wet, every time you have some dirty fucking dream about me, you're going to tell me, got it?"
Your legs squeezed around him tighter, feeling his pelvis grind against your clit, the poor, overstimulated nub practically screaming from the pain. "Yes!"
"Every time you give me that bitchy little attitude and start shit for no reason, I'm gonna fuck it out of you." He growled out the words, kissing you again, letting you feel the hum emanating from his throat. He hammered against your cervix, hard enough for you to worry it would feel bruised. You knew you were going to be sore as shit come morning, perhaps the entire week. "Gonna fuck the shit out of you just the way you want, and you're gonna take it like a good girl."
You moaned against his lips, squeezing his fingers back, his thrusts heavy as his balls roughly slammed against your ass, the sound of skin against skin and your wet pussy swallowing him completely filling the room. He breathed heavily against you, head dipping down to bite into your shoulder, hard enough to leave marks.
"My slut," he rasped. "Mine."
Your pussy clenched around him as you came, and for the second time he unloaded inside you, your spasming cunt milking whatever was left of him into you. He groaned, mouth crashing to yours as his cock twitched inside you, pumping out his thick and heavy load, right against your cervix, making sure you took all of it. Your fingers tangled together with his, and you moaned one final time against his tongue.
The two of you stayed like that for a moment, bodies intertwined, sweaty skin pressed against each other as you looked into each other's eyes, trying to catch your breath.
Jeon Jungkook had somehow managed to excel even your wildest fantasies, railing the absolute shit out of you, and you loved every second. You'd never be able to forget this, never live it down. It was something neither of you would be able to ignore, ever.
He finally pulled his body weight off of you, no longer crushing you and giving you more room to breathe. You missed his warmth already, but his hands stayed secured in your own, and his softening cock was still buried inside of you.
His eyes searched yours, as though he were trying to see if you regretted it.
Finally, he spoke.
"You can yell at me all you want. Scream at me after this, bitch, I don't care," he said. "But I'm not letting you go. Never. You're stuck with me forever, got that?"
You swallowed, your heartbeat practically leaping out of your chest.
He bit his lip, eyes soft. "Is that ok now?"
You had been stuck with Jungkook your entire life. He was the one thing you had never been able to escape.
And for the first time you no longer wanted to.
You nodded, "I'd like that."
His deceitfully innocent bunny grin spread on his face, and he glanced over to the Calc 2 book that had been thrown aside. Reaching for it, he licked his lips.
“I guess it’s time to fulfill these requests, then.”
One wrong lyric was all it took for Jungkook to catch your secret — you’d never tried 69. And he wasn’t about to let you leave the hotel without a hands-on lesson.
idol!jungkook x songwriter!reader
warnings: smut with veeeery little plot, explicit sexual content (oral sex, 69, missionary), dirty talk & corruption kink (teasing, denial, praise), fingering, clit play, face-sitting, gagging on cock
an: this is a work of fiction: the characters and scenarios are entirely fictionalized and written for entertainment purposes only. The real people mentioned here are not represented accurately, and no disrespect is intended. Please remember to read responsibly and know the difference between fantasy and reality. 🖤
Talking about your current projects had become a kind of ritual in the studio, a tradition you never questioned, because in truth the boys were the reason you even had those projects in the first place.
Most days your work revolved around their songs, but the reach of their success had stretched so far that now other artists, even rival companies, came to you with requests. And while some of them were fairly ordinary, every now and then you were asked for something… unusual.
“So, speaking of interesting work,” you began, unable to suppress the amusement curling in your voice, “I’ve been writing lyrics for a collaboration between a male soloist and a female artist. Their companies wanted something a little scandalous, with a reference to…please don’t laugh! About the position sixty-nine.” Your expression gave you away the moment you said it, and their reaction landed exactly as you had braced yourself for.
Hoseok’s eyes went wide, his mouth forming a startled little “oh.” “Wow, that’s… weird,” he admitted after a pause, though his tone carried more intrigue than judgment. You couldn’t blame him; it wasn’t exactly the kind of concept most companies would risk. “But honestly, I think that kind of strategy could really work.”
“Definitely,” Jimin chimed in, lips pressing together as though he couldn’t help but be impressed despite himself.
“And how’s it going?” Jungkook’s voice broke through suddenly, casual enough on the surface, though the flicker in his eyes betrayed how curious he actually was.
You grinned and tugged your notebook out of your bag, the one worn smooth from years of drafts and finished lines. “Not bad. I’ve almost finished the whole thing. Do you want to see?”
They all nodded at once, leaning in eagerly as you flipped open the pages, and you groaned with mock despair. “Just don’t read it out loud, I’ll die of embarrassment.” Your plea only made them laugh harder, the sound filling the room as they scanned the verses in silence.
“It sounds great,” Hoseok said at last, his head bobbing as though he already heard the rhythm blooming to life in his mind. “I can’t wait to hear it with the music and arrangement.”
But then Jungkook’s voice cut across the easy atmosphere, low and thoughtful. “Wait,” he murmured, still holding the notebook instead of passing it back, “this line… doesn’t it sound more like…” His brows knit together as he glanced at you, the corner of his mouth tugging into something that was almost a smirk.
You opened your mouth, ready to defend yourself, but he didn’t give you the chance. “That’s not how it works, Y/N. Not even close.”
Your glare only made his grin sharpen, smug and merciless in the glow of the desk lamp. “What? I’m just saying…” he leaned back slightly, with his eyes glinting, “your research is seriously lacking.”
You narrowed your eyes at Jungkook, suspicion written across your face as you yanked your notebook out of his grip, clutching it back to your chest like a shield.
“Come on, Jungkook, it’s just a song. Not every single line has to be taken literally,” Jimin finally stepped in, his voice warm with defense, and you felt a small wave of relief. At least someone was on your side.
“Exactly. You’re supposed to leave space for imagination,” you added quickly, folding your arms across your chest with a little more defiance than you felt, though the studio air suddenly seemed heavier, pressing against your skin as if it, too, wanted to see how far this conversation could go.
Jungkook leaned back in his chair, eyes glittering with amusement, his mouth curving into that wolfish grin you hated for how easily it could undo you. “Sure. Except in sixty-nine it doesn’t feel like that… and it definitely doesn’t move like that either. Rookie mistake, I guess.” His voice was light, but the sharp edge of the tease landed squarely between your ribs.
Heat rushed into your cheeks before you could stop it. Talking with them in the studio had always been comfortable, sometimes deeply personal, wandering from music to the mess of life outside, but never had you been dragged into territory this intimate. And the worst part wasn’t the embarrassment; it was the way his gaze lingered, too steady, too knowing, as though he could see straight through every thin excuse you wanted to make.
“Alright, enough. We need to head to the other room and record the new track,” Hoseok finally cut in, mercifully ending the exchange, and you laughed too quickly, grateful for the out but unable to erase the prickling warmth crawling over your skin.
The boys shuffled out one by one, voices echoing down the hall, but Jungkook was the last to move, slow, deliberate, leaning against the doorframe with a kind of ease that only made you more tense. “If you ever need help with… practice,” he said, tone pitched just for you, “you know where to find me.” His wink was unhurried, like he already knew you’d keep it with you longer than you should.
“Very funny,” you muttered, trying for authority but hearing the wobble in your own voice, glaring at him like a teacher scolding an unruly student.
He tilted his head, smile spreading even wider, the silence between you stretching thin and electric. “Who said I was joking?”
***
The rest of the day slipped away almost without notice, the hours dissolving the way they always did whenever you drowned yourself in work so fully that time itself lost its edges. And truthfully, you loved days like that, when your head was filled with nothing but melodies and words, when your pen kept moving before your thoughts could catch up.
You had nearly forgotten the incident from earlier, your mind already tangled in the lyrics of an entirely different song, when Jungkook on his way home happened to see the light still spilling out from under your studio door.
He stepped inside without hesitation, and the sight of him made you smirk despite yourself, the memory of his teasing flashing unbidden in your mind.
“Hey, workaholic,” he said with a smile that was far too kind for someone who had been mocking you just hours ago, “you’re not mad at me, are you?”
“Me? Mad? About what?” You waved a hand dismissively, as though the idea were ridiculous. The last thing you would ever waste your energy on was taking offense at Jungkook’s harmless jokes. If anything, they had actually amused you more than they embarrassed you.
Still, you couldn’t resist adding with a dramatic pout, your lips pushing forward in mock frustration, “Although, come to think of it, maybe I should be mad, since now I’ll have to stay late and rewrite those lines.”
You fought back a laugh as his mouth curved, unbothered and mischievous all at once. “Well, just remember,” he said, tone deliberately loaded, “I’m always at your service… if you need help.” His wink landed sharper this time, deliberate in a way that made it impossible to dismiss as playful coincidence.
You scoffed, pretending to brush it off as he turned and slipped out the door, but the grin clung to your mouth stubbornly, long after his footsteps faded down the hall. And when your pen stilled over the page, your loose thoughts wandered places you hadn’t given them permission to go. Places where the conversation wasn’t a joke, where you actually asked him, seriously, to explain it to you.
You shook your head hard, as though you could scatter the idea like dust. Ridiculous. Completely ridiculous!
But still… it lingered.
***
You hadn’t planned to join BTS on their tour originally. Most of your work with the group usually happened inside the safe, familiar walls of the Seoul studios, where days bled together in a rhythm of drafts, demos, and revisions.
But this album was different. It was bold and sharp-edged in places where the boys wanted to dig deeper, and their management decided they needed you close as someone who could catch the lightning when it struck, someone who could turn their half-whispered ideas into verses before the inspiration slipped away. So here you were, following them from city to city, country to country, living out of hotel rooms that blurred together, your days filled with soundchecks and rehearsals, your nights with endless notes in the margins of your battered notebook.
Today, after the show ended, you were tired but restless in that strange way you always were after concerts, buzzing with the aftershocks of adrenaline that weren’t even yours.
You had showered until the water ran cold, tied your damp hair into a loose knot, and slipped into the soft comfort of cotton pajamas. The room was hushed except for the scratch of your pen as you sprawled across the bed, one knee bent, notebook open in front of you, trying to chase down a stubborn verse that wouldn’t quite resolve.
The city outside your window glowed faintly through the curtains, its noise muffled to a hum, a reminder that the world was still moving even as you sat suspended in the quiet.
When the confident knock came, it startled you more than it should have. You set the pen down, a small crease forming between your brows as you padded barefoot across the carpet.
It was Jungkook at your door with damp hair clinging in dark strands around his temples, a hoodie slouched over his frame, sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
The steam of his shower still clung to his skin, a faint trace of soap rising in the air between you, and he smiled the kind of smile that made it impossible to slam the door on him even if you’d wanted to.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he said easily, like this was the most natural thing in the world, as though knocking on your door in the middle of the night wasn’t already charged with something unspoken. His voice was low, softened by the hush of the hallway, and his gaze flicked past your shoulder, catching on the still-lit lamp and the notebook splayed across your bed. “Figured you were probably still awake working.”
You stepped back without thinking, already giving him room, and he brushed past you like he belonged there, dropping into the armchair with a sprawl of limbs that made the space feel suddenly smaller. The door clicked shut behind you, softer than your pulse in your ears, and when you turned he was already nodding toward your bed, toward the notebook you had abandoned in the tangle of sheets.
“Let me see,” he said, easy, certain, and you crossed the room automatically, fingers brushing over the cover before you handed it to him.
“It’s nothing finished,” you started, tucking a strand of damp hair behind your ear, “just rough lines for the album, nothing you haven’t seen before.”
But he wasn’t listening to your explanation. His hands moved with deliberate slowness, flipping past the half-polished verses you had slaved over all night, past the ones you thought might actually end up on their record. His thumb only stopped when it landed on the page you wished he’d forget existed, the one that wasn’t even for them.
Your stomach dipped. “Not that one,” you said quickly, reaching forward, but he shifted the book just out of your reach, eyes scanning the lines with a sharpness that had nothing to do with critique.
“Why not?” His mouth curved, a lazy smirk tugging at the edge. “It’s the most entertaining.”
You folded your arms, trying for irritation even as your cheeks warmed. “It’s not for you. And it’s not even done.”
He ignored that. His eyes flicked up, catching yours with merciless precision. “You know this line still doesn’t make sense, right?” His voice was lower here, threaded with something heavier in the quiet of the hotel room.
Your throat went dry. “It’s a metaphor,” you said, your tone sharper than you intended. “Not everything has to be literal.”
“Mm.” He leaned back, tapping the page with one finger. “Sure. But metaphors usually work better when they don’t sound like the writer has no idea what they’re talking about.” You glared at him, but he only grinned wider.
Your lips pressed into a thin line, though you could feel the warmth creeping up your neck. “I know exactly what I’m talking about,” you said, even if the words landed weaker than you wanted, your voice betraying the flicker of nerves threading through your chest.
Jungkook tilted his head, the smirk not leaving his face as he held the notebook like proof of your crime. “Do you?” he asked softly, letting the syllables draw out, his tone less mocking now and more… curious, almost dangerous. “Because if this is supposed to be about sixty-nine, then,” he tapped the margin, leaning forward slightly, “you’ve written it like you’re looking into each other’s eyes the whole time.”
Your breath caught, the heat in your cheeks flaring hotter. “So what?” you snapped, though the defensive edge faltered halfway through. “It’s a lyric. It doesn’t have to be exact.”
His gaze sharpened, fixing you in place like he could peel you open with a look. “Except that’s not how it works,” he murmured, his voice low enough that the air in the room seemed to thin around it.
“If you were really in that position, you wouldn’t be staring into someone’s eyes, Y/N. You’d be…” he paused, the corner of his mouth twitching as if to savor the effect of the words before he gave them to you, “too busy grinding down on their mouth while they pushed you lower on their cock.”
The sound that caught in your throat was closer to a gasp than anything dignified, your arms tightening around your chest as though that would stop the flush rising under your skin. “You don’t have to say it like that,” you managed, the protest sounding weak even to your own ears.
He leaned back into the chair again, spreading out with infuriating ease, like he hadn’t just set your pulse racing. “Like what?” he asked, feigning innocence, though his eyes gleamed in the dim light. “I’m just explaining why your line doesn’t work.”
“Explaining?” you echoed, but your voice came out thinner than you intended, not sharp enough to cut through the charged air between you. You tried again, fumbling for the safety of indignation, though it slid out softer, unsteady. “You’re…God, you’re trying to embarrass me”
The word should have landed like a slap, but even as you said it your throat was tight, your body humming with the wrong kind of awareness. Heat had pooled low in your stomach, your skin prickling under the weight of his gaze, and you hated the way the image he’d painted had already lodged itself in your mind with his mouth, his hands, the dizzying loss of control.
“And yet,” Jungkook said, his smirk deepening as though he could read every flicker across your face, “you’re still standing there listening.”
His tone was unhurried, almost lazy, but his eyes were merciless, dragging down the line of your throat to the way your arms folded tight across your chest, as though you could cage in the way your heart was hammering.
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, desperate to look anywhere but at him, but when your eyes darted back, the sight of him lounging there, devastatingly sure of himself, only made your pulse jump harder.
“I’m listening because you won’t shut up,” you said finally, trying for sharpness, but it cracked on the edges, falling flat even to your own ears.
He laughed, and it was low and quiet. “No,” he murmured, leaning forward now, elbows resting on his knees, “you’re listening because part of you wants to know if it’s true.”
Your breath stuttered, your fingers tightening against your arms as if holding yourself together. You shook your head quickly.
“I don’t,” you said, but the denial was fragile, trembling, betrayed by the way your thighs pressed closer together, by the rush of heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment.
You hated the way his words lingered in the room, hated even more how your body responded to them before your mind could catch up. Your thighs pressed together instinctively, a small, betraying shift, and you prayed he hadn’t noticed. But of course he had. Jungkook always noticed.
He leaned further forward, elbows braced on his knees, voice dropping into that lower register that felt less like teasing and more like temptation.
“You wrote it like it’s romantic. Eyes locked, bodies moving soft, like it’s just another position. But it’s not and that’s the point.” His tongue darted across his bottom lip as he watched you, his gaze unflinching. “It’s messy, overwhelming. You can’t focus on anything but the way it feels, and if you’re doing it right,” his mouth curved,“you forget about looking pretty. You just lose yourself.”
Your breath faltered, heat blooming under your skin until you were sure it was written across your face. “You make it sound…” You trailed off, voice catching before you could shape the rest of the thought, because admitting it aloud would’ve been too dangerous.
He tilted his head, eyes glinting, catching the hesitation and pressing against it like a bruise. “Sound like what?”
“Nothing.” You shook your head quickly, retreating into the flimsy armor of denial, but your fingers fidgeted against the hem of your sleeve, tugging, betraying the restless energy that coiled tighter in your stomach.
“Not nothing,” he murmured, rising just enough to bridge the space between you, still holding the notebook but forgotten now, his focus pinned wholly to you. “You want to say it. I can see it.”
Your chest rose unevenly, your heart ricocheting as his presence loomed closer, as though the air itself had thickened. You should’ve stepped back. You should’ve shoved him away. Instead you held your ground, trembling slightly under the intensity of his gaze.
“I don’t!” you began, but the protest cracked down the middle, breaking under the weight of your own shallow breathing. You pressed your lips together, tried again, quieter this time. “I don’t need to know.”
“Then why are you blushing?” His words were a whisper now, a blade slipped between your ribs, soft but cutting. His eyes flicked briefly to your parted lips before returning to yours, and the curve of his smile was both cruel and devastatingly patient. “Why does the idea of it make you look like that?”
You swallowed hard, your body betraying every careful denial, your pulse loud in your ears. The truth pressed against your teeth, dangerous, desperate, begging to be let out.
“I’m not blushing,” you whispered, the words sounding unconvincing even to yourself, heat pooling traitorously low in your belly.
Jungkook’s eyes flicked over your face, lingering, tracing, savoring the way your denial cracked at the edges. “You are,” he murmured, quiet enough to make you shiver. “And you’re curious.”
The room was so quiet you could hear the hum of the city outside, the distant thrum of cars on wet asphalt, the faint buzz of the lamp that lit your notebook where it lay abandoned. But all of it was drowned out by your own pulse, racing in your ears, by the thick silence stretching taut between you and the boy sitting in your chair like temptation made flesh.
You wet your lips, your tongue flicking nervously across them, and his eyes followed the movement with laser precision. The raw and trembling words slipped out before you could stop them: “So… what is it really like then?”
His breath caught, the smallest sound of victory breaking free, and his smirk deepened into something slower, darker, hungrier. He leaned back as though he’d been waiting for this exact question, dragging the moment out until you thought you might combust from the weight of it.
“You want me to tell you?” he asked, voice smooth, threaded with that lazy dominance. His gaze dropped deliberately to the hem of your pajama shorts, then back up. “Or do you want me to show you?”
Your stomach flipped violently, every sensible thought screaming to walk away, to laugh it off, to change the subject, but your body betrayed you with the smallest shift forward, like a moth straining toward flame.
You swallowed hard, your throat aching with the effort of forming words, clinging to whatever scraps of reason you could still gather. “Jungkook… we work together,” you whispered, your voice fragile, as though saying it out loud might anchor you back to common sense.
For a moment, you thought it might. But then he leaned in, elbows braced on his knees, the shadows carving sharp lines along his jaw, his eyes holding yours with merciless patience.
“And what exactly does that change?” His tone was velvet over steel, unhurried, intimate, devastatingly sure of itself. “You think I’ll be able to sleep another night knowing you’ve never had it, knowing every single one of your boyfriends was too boring and too selfish to put you there?” His tongue brushed against his lip, slow, like punctuation. “That you’ve never had someone’s mouth buried between your thighs while you’re choking on their cock at the same time?”
Your breath faltered, shame and heat burning through you in equal measure, and you tried to look away, but his voice pinned you in place.
“You wrote it like it was pretty,” he continued, softer now, almost coaxing, “but it’s not. Not really. It’s raw and filthy. Your body doesn’t know where to focus when every nerve is lit with every muscle trembling. You’re falling apart because the more you try to take in your mouth, the harder they make you come. And the harder you come, the sloppier you get, until you’re both lost in it. That’s the truth you didn’t write.”
You gripped your own wrist, knuckles white, your body betraying you with every pulse of heat rushing between your legs. His words painted vivid images you couldn’t scrub away, and your thighs pressed together despite yourself.
“Stop,” you whispered weakly, though your voice cracked in the middle, betraying how little you wanted him to.
He tilted his head, studying you, his grin infuriatingly soft now, like he’d already won. “Tell me to leave, and I’ll go,” he murmured, voice like smoke in the quiet room. “But if you don’t… then let me teach you. Let me ruin you a little, so you’ll never write another line without knowing exactly what it feels like.”
Your chest rose and fell too fast, each breath ragged, tangled with want you couldn’t deny. His words left no room for escape, only the thrum of hunger curling low in your stomach, impossible to ignore.
And God help you, your lips parted with the smallest, trembling whisper: “Show me.”
The air between you thickened, pulsing with the weight of your whispered invitation, and for a moment he didn’t move, just sat there watching you unravel, his silence as dangerous as anything he’d said. Then, finally, he rose from the chair with a deliberate slowness, unfolding his body like he wanted you to see every inch of him take up space.
Your instinct was to retreat, but your feet stayed rooted where you were, your back tingling with the awareness of how close the bed was. He crossed the small space with unhurried strides, his eyes never leaving yours until he stood in front of you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body, close enough that the faint scent of soap still clinging to his skin wound around you like a noose.
“Show you,” he repeated softly, the corner of his mouth curling. His hand lifted, not touching at first, hovering just near your jaw, testing your stillness before his thumb finally brushed against your cheek. The warmth of his skin seared you, the simple stroke undoing what composure you had left. “You know what that means, don’t you?”
Your breath caught, your heart hammering against your ribs. “Don’t make me say it,” you whispered, your voice so thin it almost broke.
“I don’t need you to say it,” he murmured, thumb skimming lower, tracing the line of your lip until it parted beneath his touch. “I can feel the way you’re shaking. The way you’re already wet just from me talking about it.” His eyes flicked lower, dragging shamelessly over you. “You’re not nervous because you don’t want this. You’re nervous because you do.”
A tremor coursed through you, your thighs pressing together more instinctively, and his gaze dropped instantly, catching the movement, savoring it like proof.
“Tell me,” he coaxed with velvet-wrapped filth in voice, “do you want to know what it feels like to ride my mouth while I fuck your throat? Or do you want to keep pretending your boyfriends weren’t complete amateurs?”
You shook your head quickly, denial rising to your lips again, but the words never formed. His hand slid down, curling lightly around your wrist, tugging just enough to pull you a fraction closer, his body towering over yours now, crowding you back a step toward the edge of the bed.
“Answer me,” he said, and the command in his voice shot straight through you, dizzying.
Your lips trembled, your pulse a frantic drum, and still, against every shred of reason, the truth clawed its way free in a breathless whisper: “I want to know.”
His smile was devastating, like the victory had been his from the start.
Jungkook’s smile deepened, lazy and certain, and before you could blink he was guiding you backward, his hand sliding from your wrist to your waist, as he steered you toward the bed.
The backs of your legs brushed the mattress, and he dipped his head, his mouth finally meeting yours. The kiss was slow at first, his lips coaxing yours apart until the faintest sigh escaped you, swallowed instantly by the warmth of his tongue sliding against yours. His free hand cupped your jaw, tilting you up, angling you so he could deepen it, the kiss shifting from exploratory to consuming in a matter of seconds.
When he pulled back, barely an inch, his breath was hot against your swollen lips. “See?” he murmured, voice roughened now, “you sound like someone who really needs this.”
Before you could answer, his mouth was on you again, trailing lower your jaw, your throat, the delicate skin just beneath your ear. Each kiss heavier, wetter, his teeth grazing lightly as he sucked a mark into your neck.
The sound that tore out of you was helpless, and his hand slid under the thin cotton of your pajama top in response, broad palm flattening against your stomach before inching higher.
You gasped when his fingers brushed against your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple through the soft fabric of your bra, and he swallowed the sound with another kiss. His touch was deliberate, pulling at you until your back arched into his hand.
“Already sensitive,” he whispered against your mouth, the words laced with a smugness that made your stomach flip. His hand slid lower, skimming past your waistband, tugging at the elastic of your shorts but not slipping inside yet. “I wonder if you’re this wet for me already too.”
The heat in your body surged at the words, your thighs clenching together reflexively, and that was answer enough. He chuckled, and tugged at your shorts until they slid over your hips, pooling uselessly at your ankles.
He nudged you down onto the mattress fully now, pressing you back with the weight of his body hovering above yours. His mouth claimed yours again, rougher this time, his hand parting your thighs as his fingers finally slipped between them, brushing against the soaked fabric of your panties.
“Fuck,” he breathed, eyes dark as he pulled back just far enough to look at you, his fingers pressing a little harder against your wetness. “All this from me just talking to you.” He dipped lower, lips grazing your ear as he whispered, “Imagine what’ll happen when my mouth is on you.”
Your hips jerked up helplessly against his hand, the need clawing through your denial, tearing apart every reason you’d told yourself to resist. He smirked at the reaction, slipping his fingers under the fabric at last, dragging them slowly through your slick folds before circling your clit with unhurried precision.
The sound that escaped you was broken, your hand fisting the sheets as he worked you with an ease that made you tremble. His lips found your throat again, sucking hard enough to bruise as his fingers pressed deeper, curling until you cried out.
“Relax,” he murmured against your skin, each word laced with promise, “I’m just warming you up. You’re going to need it.”
His thumb flicked over your clit again, faster now, and your body bucked into his hand, pleasure building too quickly. He smiled against your neck, pulling back just enough to watch your face twist with need, his eyes dark with hunger.
“Not yet,” he said, withdrawing his hand suddenly, leaving you aching, desperate, gasping at the loss. He licked his fingers slowly, shamelessly, his gaze never breaking from yours. “I want your first time trying it to ruin you.”
With that, he shifted, pulling his hoodie over his head in one swift movement, the muscles of his chest and stomach flexing under the dim lamplight. His sweats hung low on his hips, the thick and straining bulge beneath them unmistakable now. He leaned back over you, lips brushing yours in a teasing kiss as his hand slid down your thigh, guiding it up around his waist.
“Let me show you, baby,” he whispered, voice wrecked with desire. “I promise you won’t think about anything else after tonight.”
“Jungkook…” Your voice was shaky, caught between protest and want, your lips brushing his as he hovered over you. “We shouldn’t… this is crazy…”
He cut you off with a slow drag of his tongue over your bottom lip. “You say that,” he murmured, fingers squeezing into the soft flesh of your thigh, “but your body is begging me to keep going. You’re soaked, Y/N. You can’t lie about that.”
Your breath hitched, heat flooding you at his words, your nails dragging down his bare shoulders as though to anchor yourself.
“You’re such an asshole,” you whispered, but the bite in your tone collapsed under the tremor in your voice, your hips rising shamelessly against the hard line pressed against your thigh.
He laughed low in his chest, leaning down to nip at your jaw. “Maybe,” he said, “but I’m the only one who’s about to make you feel something your boyfriends never had the balls or the skill to give you.”
You gasped at the bluntness, your hand tightening against his nape, a spark of indignation colliding with the hunger that had been building all night. “You think you’re that good?” you asked, breathless, trying for bravado even as your thighs betrayed you, pressing tighter around his waist.
“I don’t think,” he growled, shifting his hips so you could feel just how hard he was through the thin fabric of his sweats, rubbing deliberately against your core until you moaned. “I know.”
Your lips parted on a shaky breath, and before you could stop yourself the words slipped out. “Then prove it.”
His eyes lit with heat, his grin turning feral as he kissed you hard, swallowing the challenge like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he whispered against your mouth, sliding down the bed, lips brushing a teasing path down your stomach. His fingers hooked into your panties, tugging them down slow, savoring the way you squirmed beneath him.
“Tonight,” he said, voice low and rough as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss against your hipbone, “I’m going to make you ride my face until you forget your own name… all while I fuck your throat until you can’t sing a single note back to me.”
Your head fell back against the pillows, a strangled moan spilling from your lips, every nerve in your body set alight by his words alone. “Fuck, Jungkook…”
“That’s right,” he murmured, dragging his tongue deliberately along the inside of your thigh, his hands pinning your hips down as you writhed. “Say my name while you lose your mind on my tongue.”
He spread you out beneath him like you were something sacred he’d been aching to touch, lips brushing over your inner thigh, his breath hot against the skin he refused to taste yet. You writhed, your hands twitching uselessly at your sides, until frustration forced a whisper from your lips, shaky and thin. “Stop teasing me… please.”
His laugh vibrated against your skin, before he finally leaned in and pressed his mouth to your core.
The first sweep of his tongue made your hips jolt off the mattress, a broken gasp clawing out of you before you could catch it, and he groaned low in his throat, gripping your thighs tighter as though he could pin you there forever.
“Fuck, you taste better than I imagined,” he murmured into you, and the filthy honesty made your stomach knot with pleasure.
You tangled your fingers in his damp hair, tugging without meaning to, your thighs trembling as he licked a long, deliberate stripe through your folds before circling your clit with unhurried precision.
“Jungkook–oh my God,” you cried out, your voice high and uneven, and he smirked against you, sucking harder until your legs shook around his shoulders.
“You hear yourself?” he asked, pausing just long enough to look up at you, his lips glistening with your slick. “You sound so fucking desperate already.”
“Shut up,” you moaned, but the command dissolved into another gasp as he slid two fingers into you at once, curling them perfectly, dragging against that spot that made your back arch off the bed. “God, don’t you dare stop.”
His laugh was muffled against your cunt as he obeyed, his tongue and fingers working in sync. You felt yourself spiraling, every nerve strung too tight, every thought wiped away by the fire he was coaxing out of you, until you were tugging at his hair, half begging, half warning. “I’m gonna..fuck, I’m so close…”
He pulled back suddenly, leaving you wrecked and trembling, your whimper sharp with frustration.
“Not yet,” he murmured, crawling up your body, kissing the sweat-damp skin of your chest, your throat, your lips swollen from his earlier kisses. “Not until you’re on top of me.”
Your wide eyes met his, heat still rushing through your body, and you stammered, breathless, “On top of you?”
His grin was pure sin as he shed his sweats in one fluid movement, his cock springing free, thick and already leaking at the tip. He guided your hand down, wrapping your fingers around him, groaning when you instinctively squeezed.
“Yeah. I want your mouth on me while I eat you out. That’s what you’ve been missing, baby.”
The words made your chest tighten, and though part of you wanted to snap back, the rest of you was burning to see if he was right.
You let him guide you as he lay back against the pillows, his hair fanned out against the white sheets, his body stretched out like temptation incarnate.
“Come here,” he said, voice wrecked with hunger, hands gripping your hips as he pulled you over him, positioning you until your thighs were straddling his face. His cock brushed against your lips as you adjusted, heavy and hot, and you gasped, dizzy with the sheer intimacy of the position.
“Jungkook, I don’t know...” you whispered, trembling above him, your voice caught between hesitation and want.
He tilted his head up, his breath scorching against your slick folds as he groaned, “Just sit on my face. I’ll do the rest. And take me in your mouth, babe. Don’t think too much.”
And then his tongue was on you again, deeper this time, and the shock of it stole every protest from your lungs. You moaned loud and raw, the sound muffled against the thick weight of his cock as you leaned forward, your lips parting to take him into your mouth.
The reaction was immediate with his groan vibrating against your cunt as your tongue slid along his length, his hips bucking up helplessly into your mouth.
He clutched your thighs tighter, pulling you down against his face, devouring you as though he couldn’t get enough, his tongue pushing into you, his nose grinding against your clit until your vision blurred.
You gagged softly around him as he hit the back of your throat, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, but the broken sound only seemed to spur him on, his moan muffled against your cunt. Your hips rolled, grinding against his mouth, his tongue, his lips, while you sucked him deeper, your own moans vibrating around his cock.
It was messy, overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once just like Jungkook promised. Your body was trembling, your pleasure feeding his, his feeding yours, until the only thing left was heat and sound and the frantic rhythm of both of you breaking apart in each other’s mouths.
The slick drag of his tongue and the weight of him on your tongue tangled together until you thought you might drown, but just as you felt yourself teetering on that sharp, dangerous edge, Jungkook pulled back, hands tightening on your thighs to still you.
You whined in frustration, the sound muffled around his cock, but he eased you off him, guiding your body to shift until you were straddling his waist instead, his mouth glistening, his chest rising hard and fast beneath you.
“What?Wwhy are you stopping?” you panted, your face flushed, your thighs still shaking from the relentless attention he had just given you.
His hands slid down your hips, gripping firmly as he sat up, his cock heavy and slick against your thigh. His eyes burned into yours, his voice breaking on a groan. “Because I can’t…fuck, I can’t let this night end without being inside you.”
Your breath hitched, panic and hunger colliding in your chest. “Jungkook, we…” You tried to protest, the words tripping over themselves, but then he shifted his hips, pressing the thick length of his cock between your folds, dragging it slow and deliberate through your wetness until the head nudged your clit. The shock of it tore a helpless moan from your throat.
“See how your body answers me?” he murmured against your lips, his tone rough and hungry as he rocked his hips, sliding his cock against you, coating himself in your slick. “You’re already begging without saying it.”
Your nails dug into his shoulders, your head falling back as the pressure built with every roll of his hips. “Please,” you gasped finally, the word ripped out of you like it had been waiting all night, “please, Jungkook… I need it, I need you inside me.”
He growled low, the sound guttural, like the plea had snapped the last restraint he’d been holding. He guided you onto your back, pressing your body into the mattress as his mouth devoured yours, all teeth and tongue. His cock pressed at your entrance now, the stretch beginning as he pushed forward slowly, groaning into your mouth at the feel of you opening around him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he moaned, forehead pressed to yours, his thrust shallow at first as though he wanted to savor it, to burn the sensation into his memory. “God, you feel like you were made for me.”
You cried out, the stretch overwhelming and perfect, your hands clutching his back as he filled you deeper, his hips snapping harder now. “Yes, oh my God, Jungkook, don’t stop,” you begged, your voice breaking, each thrust shattering you further apart.
His lips crashed against yours again, kissing you through every moan, swallowing every cry as though he needed them inside him.
“I won’t,” he growled into your mouth, his pace brutal now, the bed creaking beneath the force of his thrusts. “I’m not stopping until you come around me. Not stopping until I’m buried so deep inside you I ruin you for anyone else.”
Your nails scraped down his back, your legs wrapping tight around his waist, locking him against you as the heat in your stomach snapped. You came with a strangled cry, your body clenching hard around his cock, dragging a loud, guttural moan from his throat as his hips stuttered.
He kissed you through it, groaning into your mouth as he spilled inside you, the warmth flooding you as he thrust through both of your releases, desperate to stay lost in the slick heat of your body.
The sloppy and needy kiss never broke, your mouths locked together even as your bodies trembled against each other.
And when he finally tore his lips from yours, his voice was wrecked, whispering against your skin like a confession. “I needed this. Needed you. There was no way in hell I was walking out that door tonight without having you like this.”
***
The room was thick with the sound of your mingled breaths, the sheets damp and tangled beneath you, your bodies still pressed close, his weight heavy and grounding against you. Your skin buzzed, every nerve humming from the force of what he’d just wrung out of you, and for a long moment you couldn’t do anything but cling to him, your chest heaving as he kissed the corner of your jaw, the faintest brush of lips that felt almost tender compared to the wreckage he’d just left you in.
When you finally found your voice, it slipped out between shallow breaths, trembling with honesty you hadn’t meant to share. “Fuck,” you whispered, your fingers curling against his damp skin, “I think you just ruined sex with other men for me.”
He stilled for half a second, then leaned back just enough to look at you, and the slow, devastating smile that spread across his lips made your stomach twist all over again. “Ruined it?” he echoed, smugness dripping from the way he said it, his thumb brushing over your cheek like he was proud of himself.
You let out a shaky laugh, still breathless, your gaze hazy as you met his. “No one’s ever been that good. No one’s ever made me feel like that.” The confession was quiet, almost reluctant, but undeniably true.
He hummed low in his chest, satisfied and cocky, pressing his mouth to yours in another messy, lingering kiss. “Good,” he murmured against your lips, his grin unrepentant, “because that’s exactly what I wanted.”
And the way he looked at you then, like he was already plotting, told you he wasn’t finished proving it.
***
When one of them finally set the pages down, the smile tugging at his lips was exactly the kind of reaction you’d been hoping for. “It’s good. And so clever!” he said, tapping a finger against the lyric sheet. “Subtle enough that it won’t cause a scandal, but layered in a way that people who get it will appreciate. That balance is hard to strike.”
Another executive nodded in agreement. “It’s sharp, suggestive, but never vulgar. You’ve done very well.”
The praise sent a glow through you, as you tucked your notebook against your chest and bowed your head in gratitude. Relief fluttered in your stomach, chased quickly by pride, because this was what you worked for – the quiet thrill of knowing you’d nailed it.
Later, in the backseat of the car on your way to the hotel, you pulled out your phone, unable to keep the smile from your face as you typed quickly: They loved it. Said it was subtle, but sharp. The kind of lyric that people will whisper about.
His reply came faster than you expected, the three dots barely teasing you before his words appeared on the screen: Good girl. I knew you had it in you.
Your breath caught, the praise winding tight in your stomach, especially written like that. Another bubble appeared before you had time to recover: Guess I taught you well.
Heat flooded your cheeks, and you glanced quickly at the driver, relieved he was focused on the road. You chewed your lip, rereading the message until your pulse refused to calm.
And then his third message appeared, sealing it, sparking the kind of blush that burned all the way to your ears:
We’ll have to try something new soon. Don’t you think?
Quiet Sex With Your Boyfriend Taehyung - Members are home
Since Taehyung just came back from the US Tour he took you to the dorms and things lead to another. You are riding him and he told you to please keep quiet since the members are still awake.
i love your audios! can you please do one with a really needy taehyung? i just read something where he was on his knees begging and it’s got me… thinking. thank you so much
Sex with Taehyung ASMR
Hmmm... i just found my favourite Tae's asmr ever on my computer which i couldn't find on yt anymore?😥 So in case y'all will lose it or couldn't find it too... He sounds needy? 6 minutes of LITERAL HEAVEN. fuck.
hi bunny, my dear i need your help 😭 it's 2am and i'm on the verge of tears, i can't find my favorite jungkook audio on youtube anymore 😭 i think it was a gaelforce edit and partition was playing in the background by beyonce.. please if you have it or if someone has the video somewhere please send me a link or anything 😭
Hi, I think the one you're talking about is gone from youtube (I was DEVASTATED) 😭😭😭
BUT I downloaded it in case of this happening (always download your fave audios people, I learnt this a while ago when my faves kept being deleted off the net 😊)
