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𝑺𝑾𝑰𝑴𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑶𝑶𝑳𝑺 — 𝑱𝑱𝑲

— bad popular jungkook X fem!reader

⚠︎ this is a warning! never accept a drink from a bad boy. especially if you’re at jeon jungkook’s house ⚠︎

SYNOPSIS: during a party jungkook's house the rich and popular boy on campus, you tried to isolate yourself by the poolside but ended up becoming jeon's target. he offered you a purple drink (energy drink mixed with vodka) and the only thing you could picture after one sip was the boy with his face between your thighs drowning in your wetness.

Pairing: jungkook x reader, leader reader.

Warmings: smut fic. creampie. horny jk. sexual content explicit. drugs & alcohol mentioned.

mentioned: katseye's lara and megan.

kat's note: hi there. this is my first time writing something about jungkook set in my teenage years. i’m nervous but maybe i went a little too hard on this one. i didn’t come up with this theme alone, my boyfriend helped me because he’s obsessed with kendrick lamar. so yeah xoxo <3

Parties were never really your thing — especially when they happened at some rich college kid’s mansion.

But your friends liked them, and they hated leaving you out of the week’s plans.

Even when those plans involved parties.

“How many times do I have to say I still think this is a bad idea?” you muttered, adjusting yourself in the backseat of the Uber beside your two friends.

Lara and Megan.

“And why would it be a bad idea?” Lara shot back with a giggle. “Relax. There’ll be plenty of cute guys there… including the owner of the house.”

Jeon Jungkook. Just hearing his name sent a chill down your spine. Not because you hated him or anything. Saying his name smelled like cigarettes, liquor, money, and sex. A lot of sex.

A sigh slipped past your lips.

“Just this once, y/n. We promise we’ll stay with you, okay?”

The purest lie.

The second you stepped inside the house, you found yourself alone. Alone in the middle of bottles scattered everywhere, half-finished drinks, people making out shamelessly, and familiar faces from campus.

The house was huge — ridiculously luxurious. You wondered if Jungkook was brave enough to throw a party like this in his own home. It would be insane if someone broke something or trashed the rooms for one night of fun.

Or maybe you were just being uptight.

You pushed through the crowd, giving up on finding Lara or Megan, until the shimmer of the pool in the backyard caught your eye. It looked peaceful.

A few people were hanging around there, talking, drinking, while some iconic 2000s song blasted through the speakers.

“At least there’s oxygen out here…” you breathed in deeply and sighed. “I don’t even know why I keep trying to believe this is gonna be fun.”

Giving your surroundings a quick scan, you decided to sit on a lounge chair tucked away in a dark corner near the edge of the pool, glowing under a purple light.

It was the most livable place to be at the moment — though what you really wanted was your bed immediately.

You pulled out your phone and spent a good part of the party there, hidden away and distracting yourself with your screen. The clock read 2:30 a.m. and everything was still the same. Noise, the smell of alcohol, drunk people, loud laughter. And you stayed in your own little world, trying to seem invisible to everyone there.

But not quite unnoticed.

A strong masculine fragrance filled the space around you, and before you even looked up to see who was approaching, a voice cut through.

“Why are you hiding out here? Did someone do something to you?”

Jungkook.

Your eyes left your phone screen, and in the dim lighting by the pool, you could make out his bright eyes, the silver gleam of his piercings, and his skin glowing against the purple reflection from the water.

Jungkook wore a loose jacket slipping off his shoulders enough to show his tattoos, and you had to admit — he was really handsome. Too handsome.

And he was holding a red cup filled with something.

“Oh… hi, Jungkook. I just wanted to be alone, nobody did anything.” You adjusted your posture. “It’s just my friends vanished off the face of the earth.”

Jeon let out a soft laugh and nodded, sitting down on the ground beside you.

“You’re not really into parties, right? First time at my place?”

You nodded.

“Yes and yes. They insisted a lot that I come, and I kinda thought you were some sort of celebrity on top of being the popular guy at college.”

He laughed louder this time, and his laugh was unexpectedly pleasant.

“That’s almost true. But don’t refer to me as just the popular guy — I’m more than that and, well…” he grinned. “Since it’s your first time here, I should welcome you.”

You laughed.

“Welcome to the Jeon mansion. I live alone and I have a dog named Bam,” he continued.

“Wait… you leave your dog here with all this noise?”

“Oh, no, no. I leave him at a friend’s house who also hates parties. I’m not irresponsible on that level.”

Jungkook was oddly specific. You didn’t remember meeting another guy like him before. Even with the motorcycle, the money, the tattoos, the piercings, and the whole party-host thing… he was still specific.

And kind of funny, somehow.

“That’s a relief. I live alone too, and I have a kitten — she’s only four months old.”

He made a little aww sound and smiled wide.

A brief silence settled between you after exchanging a few more words, and your gaze drifted to the cup in his hand. You pointed at it with your chin.

“What are you drinking?”

Jungkook looked at the cup, then back at you.

“Vodka mixed with purple Monster. Don’t remember the flavor. Grape, maybe?” He took a small sip.

You frowned.

“That’s going to kill you in your sleep. You could have a heart attack.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened and he stared at the cup again.

“I… I’ve heard that before but from my mom,” he said with a soft laugh. “Ya, don’t worry. I’ve been drinking this since I was nineteen and I haven’t died yet.”

He took another sip, a longer one this time.

“Yet.”

“Do you want me to die or something?” he asked playfully, looking at you with a teasing little smile.

“Definitely not. But that thing smells way too sickly. I’m the one who’s gonna end up dying.”

Jeon let out a laugh, the two silver piercings on his lower lip catching the light.

He took another sip before extending the red cup toward you.

“Try it.”

Your body tensed at how close his arm suddenly was, the scent of the drink hitting you stronger. You frowned, staring at him for a moment, and he urged you on with that same smile.

At the few parties you’d been to, you’d never had anything spiked or strong enough to actually get you drunk—more alive, more reckless. You didn’t know that feeling.

The feeling of your head spinning, spinning, spinning, while the music in the background grows louder.

And the offer coming from Jeon Jungkook of all people left you completely confused. You had felt invisible just moments ago, unnoticed by the most popular guy around—but now he looked at you like a predator locking onto its prey.

Like a fox. Clever. Careful.

“Don’t want it? That’s fine.” He started to pull his arm back. “I’m not gonna force you to dri—”

Without a word, you snatched the cup from his hand and took long gulps, not even giving yourself the chance to taste it. It was cold, a large cube of ice clinking inside, the fizz of the energy drink mixing with the bitter bite of vodka.

The drink spilled down the corner of your lips, and when you finished, you handed the now-empty cup back to Jungkook, who stared at you wide-eyed.

“Girl, what the hell was that?” he laughed loudly, looking at the empty cup with its lonely piece of ice. “I should warn you that’s not fucking juice.”

Breathing a little heavier, you met his gaze and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“It’s good…”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

“Want more? I can make you another one and I won’t put anything weird in it, don’t worry. I just wanna get you out of that dark corner.”

He got up from the ground and held out his hand for you to stand from the lounge chair.

It felt wrong—but if everything always felt wrong, then nothing would ever feel right.

You were at a party, after all. The host himself was giving you more attention than your own friends. You didn’t have much to lose — and the drink was actually good.

“Okay.” You took the hand of his tattooed arm. “But Jungkook…”

“Hm?”

Now standing beside him, he didn’t seem nearly as intimidating as he did on campus. Maybe you had misjudged Jeon Jungkook this whole time.

“Won’t people… think it’s weird?”

“Weird? What do you mean weird? You drinking? That’s the most normal thing at a party, pretty.”

You sighed.

“That’s not it. It’s just… you’re popular, and maybe being seen with a girl like me might start rumors.”

“Would that be bad for you?” he turned to face you. “Would it make you uncomfortable?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but ended up just shaking your head slowly.

Jungkook smiled.

“Then that’s it. Ignore everyone. If I have to kick everyone out of here just to make you feel okay, I will.”

That sounded strangely appealing.

You didn’t know his real intentions. You didn’t know him well enough to say he secretly had a crush on you — that would be ridiculous. Or would he really throw everyone out of his own house for your sake?

You had never been that close… so why would he do that? Why did your feelings suddenly matter?

Your thoughts snapped back into place, and when you realized, you were already following him inside his house. Loud music, people drowning out their own problems, the smell of weed and cigarettes, others using things in the background and Jeon Jungkook moving ahead of you toward the kitchen.

It felt like some kind of underworld, but you didn’t care about that. You cared about him.

A small smile slowly formed on your lips, and in the distance, you spotted Megan and Lara distracted with three other people. They had no idea who was paying attention to you now.

“Does the noise bother you?” he asked, pulling two bottles from the massive fridge.

“A little…” you stepped in, eyes scanning every detail. “The music annoys me. How do people even like this?”

“Yeah, I get that. If my playlist were playing, I’d definitely be the DJ.”

You both laughed, and he started fixing a drink on the counter, cluttered with cans, bottles—and some white residue.

“Fucking hell. Doing coke on my counter? What the fuck.”

He muttered under his breath, exhaling sharply.

“Mind holding these bottles while I clean this up? I don’t want you touching that shit.”

You didn’t question it—you just did as he asked. He grabbed some paper towels and carefully wiped down the counter. Careful enough for you to notice just how strong he was.

He complained about the heat, and to your surprise, he shrugged off his jacket—revealing tattoos covering his entire arm, his broad back, and a white tank top that clung tightly to his torso.

“I didn’t know you had that many tattoos.”

Jungkook glanced at you with a grin.

“Think I overdid it?”

“Mhm. You should get more. They suit you.”

He held your gaze for a few seconds, then nodded, taking the bottles back from your hands.

“Maybe.”

Jungkook prepared everything carefully, always warning you not to overdo it. He didn’t stay out of it himself. downing drinks in one go, ignoring his own advice.

It didn’t take long before both of you were tipsy, dancing together on the makeshift dance floor in the middle of his huge living room. “Party Monster” by The Weeknd started playing, bringing a wave of excited screams and reddish lights with it.

You looked around, distracted, your vision slightly slow from the alcohol in your system. And that was when Jeon Jungkook pulled you by the waist and, without giving you time to think, pressed his lips to yours in a firm kiss, sharing more of that sweet, addictive taste that had already clouded your mind.

Without trying to pull away or resist, you melted into his soft lips, that faint metallic hint from his piercing lingering between you.

You never imagined you’d be kissing Jeon Jungkook in the middle of so many people, but there you were—gripping the strands of hair at the nape of his neck tightly.

His hand slid up until it found your neck, squeezing just enough to make you gasp against his wet lips. Your eyes met under the red lighting, and you could’ve sworn you saw a completely different expression from the one you had witnessed earlier by the pool.

"Is the noise bothering you now? Say yes..." he murmured, burying his face in the side of your neck and leaving wet kisses along your skin.

You closed your eyes, feeling your body threaten to melt in Jeon’s arms, but you kept yourself under control.

"No, Jungkook… I can’t do anything with you with this many people here."

Thinking Jungkook would give up, you let out a quiet sigh, slightly regretting what you had said. You even imagined him leaving you alone again.

But this was his house.

And when he wanted something, he got it.

"That’s exactly the motivation I needed to kick everyone out. Won’t take long, baby."

He lightly nipped at your skin before heading toward the DJ area, taking your curious gaze with him. Everyone seemed to ignore your presence after you’d just kissed Jungkook—simply because they were all caught up in their own worlds.

However, Jungkook had other plans for how the night would end.

He signaled for the DJ to cut the music, and as soon as the loud sound stopped, a chorus of boos erupted toward the booth. Jungkook wasn’t intimidated; he simply grabbed the microphone, a subtle mischievous smile playing on his lips as he began his act.

"I need everyone to leave my house immediately! The party’s over! The police are coming!"

Your eyes widened, your heart racing.

"What the hell is he—"

As Jeon’s voice echoed throughout the house, a small chaos broke out. Screams, running, laughter, drunk people being dragged along—everyone seemed to appear from random corners of the house.

You pressed yourself against a wall to avoid being knocked over.

He repeated, "The police are coming!" five more times before the sounds of motorcycles, cars, and rushing footsteps began to fade into the distance.

Within minutes, the house fell completely silent. What had once been filled with young adults was now scattered with bottles, cans, confetti, shoes, pieces of clothing, and even abandoned phones.

The DJ was the last to leave, calm and unbothered—he was Jungkook’s friend and knew he just wanted everyone gone.

"Are you insane?" you asked when you realized it was just the two of you left.

"Hmm… I admit it. Maybe." He raised his hands in mock surrender.

"What if those people get into accidents? No one’s sober, Jungkook."

"I don’t give a two fucks about those people. Relax. Just say ‘police’ and any idiot sobers up."

He shrugged and slowly approached you.

"So… is this comfortable enough for you now? The vibe’s still like a party, but just imagine it’s only you and me left in the world."

You crossed your arms and let out a small laugh.

"All this just to sleep with me?"

"Hm? Sleep with you? You want to sleep with me?" he feigned surprise. "Wow! Of course this is all to sleep with you. I wanted you to make your friends jealous."

He started circling you slowly.

"The guy who kicked everyone out of his own party just to have fun? No, no… just to let you have fun."

He stopped behind you, bringing his lips close to your ear as his hand slid up to your neck. Your whole body shivered—and it only got worse when you felt his erection pressing against you.

"There’s a clean place I never let anyone use during parties… and maybe you’ll like it, angel." Jeon glanced toward the outside. "Ever thought about having someone fuck you on the edge of a pool?"

It was as if evil itself were whispering in your ear, slowly guiding you toward the most profane sin of your life.

You weren’t drunk enough to think you were hallucinating, right? You hadn’t had that much to drink. Jungkook had really kicked everyone out of his house because he wanted you to feel comfortable alone. Why would he do that?

According to him, it was to make your friends jealous.

And that’s when everything began to change. The scene shifted. Suddenly, you were at the edge of the pool, with Jeon Jungkook between your legs, using his mouth as a tool of pleasure against your most intimate area. You felt the cold of the piercing against your skin and were surprised to discover there was another one.

Hidden on his tongue.

And you found that out in the best way.

“J-Jungkook… what if… there are still people here?”

He stopped his movements for a moment and looked up at you.

“There aren’t. I recognized every face that walked through my door. We’re completely alone, babe. For now, just enjoy it like it’s your party.”

Jungkook gave you a sly smile and went back to pleasuring you with more precision, before slowly sliding two fingers inside you.

A moan slipped softly from your lips as you let yourself be carried away by the sensation of having the campus’s famous popular boy almost bowing before you. It was curious, but if life gives you lemons, make a lemonade.

Your eyes opened, and your view was the night sky filled with stars shining above you. You smiled and let out a small laugh.

Jungkook knew you were letting yourself loosen up and have fun, and he was going to do everything to turn it into a rollercoaster of emotions.

“Are you enjoying it?” he asked, lifting his face and moving his fingers inside you with both agility and care.

“I am… I don’t know why you’re doing this, and I don’t think I want to know anymore. Just fuck me, please.”

Jungkook felt his own heart race but chose to blame the energy drink, thinking he’d had too much.

“Asking like that, I won’t deny you anything, sweet.”

The two of you managed to overcome the coolness of the early morning and turn it into the hottest night of the year. The purple light reflected on both your faces, making it feel like you were in another universe.

He didn’t want to take you in the pool, since it could make the movements uncomfortable. And besides, you were already wet enough that it would feel like diving in.

“Before we start, I need to ask something important.” He looked at you. “Are you a virgin?”

You met his gaze, your cheeks a little warm, but you answered.

“Ah… no, I’m not. I had a boyfriend until five days ago.”

He raised his eyebrows and broke into an even wider smile.

“A recent breakup? What was the reason?”

“Cheating.”

And in that moment, Jungkook felt entitled—no, obligated—to shake you in a pleasurable way, to make you addicted to his touch in just a short span of the night, even if the next day you’d both have to be on campus for another day of classes.

Jungkook kissed and sucked at your chest, touched you until you trembled, making him smile, and at no point did he ask for anything in return.

He just wanted to touch you and feel you. And that’s exactly what he did.

“Fuck… what the hell are you?” he groaned as he slowly pushed into you.

Your legs were spread, and you held onto them with your hands to help him move better against you.

He was big, and he knew it, which is why he went slowly, making you feel every inch of him inside you, warm and pulsing. while he enjoyed the way you tightened around him.

You closed your eyes again, letting Jungkook take you as his size throbbed inside you. He practically slid with how much wetness had built up.

He spread your legs wider and began thrusting slowly, almost like a form of torture. You were still wearing your underwear, pushed to the side. Your clothes were still on your body only what was necessary was exposed so Jungkook could reach you.

“Jeon… my God… you’re big.”

He laughed.

“Big, huh? That’s what you needed. A big cock inside you not sitting around alone.”

He drove into you more roughly, pulling a loud moan from your lips.

“Now I’m going to fuck you properly. Hard, fast and I’ll make you come as many times as you want.”

And after that promise, Jungkook started moving inside you with everything he said — strength, speed — and your only response was your moans, soft and needy, mixed with dirty words. Jeon held your neck with his tattooed hand and let a few light slaps land on your face with the other, making you smile.

Yes, smile.

You were enjoying it. It felt like you were in the pool even though you weren’t. You felt soaked without ever diving in.

You wanted to feel like a shameless, reckless girl for one night, in the hands of the bad boy — who, honestly, wasn’t all that bad.

You moaned under the moonlight, not caring about anything at all. Jungkook lived in a secluded place, and even if the neighbors could hear, you’d show off—after all, you were fucking Jeon Jungkook.

He pulled you up and sat on the edge, with you now in his lap.

Your body was weak with pleasure, your eyes heavy—just like his—but he held you firmly, guiding you to bounce against him, making that wet sound echo through the entire pool area.

“Bitch, you’re soaking me,” he muttered. “I’m not fucking you, I’m swimming in you.”

You laughed and looked at him with that excited, playful gaze, making Jungkook hook his hand into your hair and pull with controlled force, speeding up your movements.

“Don’t look at me like that, girl. I can be gentle, I can take care of you but right now I’m fucking you. If you want to tease me, you’ll have to handle the consequences.”

“Jungkook… I want you to go faster, faster, faster—until you come inside me, fill me up…”

He looked at you seriously.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Didn’t you say the party was mine now? Then fulfill my wishes.”

He looked at you seriously, but soon went back to thrusting into you with force, landing a few slaps on your face and tightening his grip around your neck. He had found his favorite place to keep his hands.

“Then I’m going to come inside you. You better know what you’re doing I’m not planning on having any babies.”

“I’m on birth control, Jeon. I know what I’m… mmh… asking for… God…”

You stayed in that position for a while, but Jungkook had the perfect way to push both of you to the edge.

He guided you to the lounge chair, laying down and pulling you on top of him with your back against his chest, spreading your legs wide as he slid himself back into the spot where your underwear had been pushed aside. Maybe it was a fetish of his.

“You better hold on tight. I’m not planning to stop until I fill you up.”

From that point on, all you felt were his thrusts hitting you as if he were trying to become one with you. Both of you moaned loudly, and all you could feel was more and more pleasure — wetter, more desperate, wanting to be with Jungkook for the rest of your life. It was terrifyingly good.

“Fuck me just like that, Jungkookie…”

“Fuck, you feel so good… I’m gonna come…”

As expected, Jungkook let his warm release fill you from the inside, and with a few final thrusts, he stilled, his muscular body growing more exhausted.

What felt like minutes had actually been two hours. You were both completely drained.

Breathing heavily, Jungkook sat down on the lounge chair with you on his lap and gently held your chin, making your eyes meet his.

“Never forget this night. And if possible, show up to more parties. I promise I won’t kick everyone out next time but I won’t promise we won’t do anything.”

And just like that, your night had come to an end.

(BONUS)

....

You were sitting outside the cafeteria during break, your lunch in front of you.

Beside you, Lara and Megan looked exhausted, dark circles under their eyes showing they hadn’t slept at all— makeup couldn’t even hide it.

“I think I’m going to pass out from sleepiness. I should’ve skipped today!” Lara complained with a sigh.

“Skipping again this week isn’t an option, Lara. We’re already close to leaving,” Megan replied, then glanced at you, who was quietly eating. “You don’t seem tired.”

You looked up.

“Should I?”

“That’s not what I meant. I think we owe you an apology for leaving you alone… you went home before everything, right?”

“Before what?” you asked, pretending not to understand.

“Oh, you definitely did,” Lara added. “That idiot Jungkook kicked everyone out saying the police were on their way, but there weren’t any sirens!”

“Exactly! Just when the party was getting good, he ruined everything. I bet it was just so he could hook up with some girl who practically worships the ground he walks on.”

Hearing that, you let out a small laugh and straightened your posture.

“Well, I’m glad I left early then. And how was it getting out? Was it chaotic?”

“Totally! I almost lost my phone, and someone stepped on my new sandals…” Megan pouted.

You could only smile and nod as if you knew nothing.

The two of them kept talking about the party and everything that happened after they left, while all you could think about were flashes of what had happened by the edge of the pool — without ever having to actually dive in.

A few meters away, Jeon Jungkook watched you with his arms crossed, a sly smile on his lips. It took a moment but your eyes finally met his.

You held each other’s gaze and he gave you a wink before turning and walking off.

“It’s such a shame he did all that… that’s why I don’t like parties.”

You commented with a smile, going back to your food.