when you uncover your boyfriend's private life, a deep dive into it sucks you in as you try to help navigate his painful past. you find yourself tangled in a web of secrets, missions and misplaced loyalty, and risk everything to save him from himself.
pairing - jungkook x oc
genre - college!au / gang!au / fluff / angst / smut / established relationship
status - [complete]
warnings - explicit content, drug use, illegal activities, death, killings, drinking, unprotected sex, assault, trafficking, mentions of anxiety and depression
author's note: started this fic back in 2019 and it's finally complete six years later. as my final act of love i figured it needs a long overdue masterlist of its own! so many readers/friends have come and gone since the start, and interest has dwindled over the years, but i am ever so thankful for everyone who's ever shown any support or love for RE! this piece is so special to me and i'm so glad to be able to share it with all of you. words can't even describe how thankful i am for your presence!
to old friends and og readers, i love you so so much, thank you for sticking with me throughout this journey! to new readers, welcome to the family! please give the re!couple some love and tell me all about it!
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INDEX
༝ chapter 01 - intro [3.3k]
༝ chapter 02 - rough edges [6.5k]
༝ chapter 03 - baby steps [14k]
༝ chapter 04 - no gift like the present [11k]
༝ chapter 05 - three's a crowd [10k]
༝ chapter 06 - secrets in love [10.7k]
༝ chapter 6½ - welcome to the club [1.5k]
༝ chapter 07 - stacked up [17.4k]
༝ chapter 08 - good whiskey [15k]
༝ chapter 09 - nothing personal [16k]
༝ chapter 10 - the weekend [17k]
༝ chapter 11 - linked up [11k]
༝ chapter 12 - tangled [16k]
༝ chapter 13 - after party [12k]
༝ chapter 14 - pause [13k]
༝ chapter 15 - not so great escape [10k]
༝ chapter 16 - the target [16k]
༝ chapter 17 - double cross [27k]
༝ chapter 18 - pulling the curtains back [16k]
༝ chapter 19 - more than anything [34k]
༝ chapter 20 - epilogue ♡ [45k]
thank you for everything. love you all.
with all my heart,
rain.
post epilogue drabbles
༝ warm christmas - re!oc & jk first christmas back together [8k]
༝ cream and jiji - re!jk meeting oc's cats for the first time [2.5k]
Tags: explicit sexual content, switch!jungkook🤤, the duality is crazy, blowjob, curvy dick, she calls herself his fuck toy, no gagging(period), slapping her face with his COWK, hes ROUGHHCHFJJD(a lil bit), he just slapped her face omg, tears, cum swallowing
Mdni 18+
The sound of the running water echoed quietly through the bathroom. Steam gathered quickly, fogging the glass and leaving a thin layer of moisture over the tile. The air is heavy with the scent of vanilla body wash and something very musky, very manly.
Jungkook was standing under the main showerhead, his head bowed down, eyes closed, one forearm braced high against the wet tile. Water slides down the hard lines of his chest, over the defined ridges of his abs, tracing the deep lines of the V-lines that point down where you kneel.
You’re on your knees on the textured shower floor, the heat of the water spattering your back and shoulders. The sight of his cock, thick and fully erect, curving proudly upward his hard, trembling stomach. A pearl of precum leaks from his pink tip, glistening even in the fogged air. It makes your mouth water.
“Please..” he whispered, voice barely audible over the steamy rush of water. He leans back against the tile behind, arching his abdomen towards your face, as he gazed down with a pleading eyes, desperate for the feeling of your mouth on him.
Although, you very much enjoy edging and teasing Jungkook to submission, but you’re very desperate for his taste as well. You don’t wanna wait longer, so you lean forward and take him into your mouth in one smooth, deep motion.
A broken, guttural moan tears from his throat, raw and needy. His hands, which were loosely hanging at his sides, planted against the tile behind him, shoulders still resting against the wall. His knuckles turn white. His hips arch towards you, rutting his hips into your mouth, yielding to the sensation, as if your mouth is a gravity he cannot and does not want to resist.
You let him move into your mouth, establishing a rhythm that’s relentless, hungry, and needy. Hes a whimpering mess. Hes so loud, keening moans and words barely coherent slipping out of his mouth. His eyes are trying so hard to stay open, but the sensation is driving him wild. Your mouth feels so heavenly.
“Mmh..ah yesyesyesyesyes-” his breathing so heavy and hot, it sends a electric, warm sensation through your core. So you hollow your cheek and suck, hard.
Your head bobs, your lips creating a tight, wet seal as you move back and forth. The sounds are obscenely perfect in the steamy enclosure: the slick, wet pop as you pull off the head, the choked, heavy breaths from above, the low, continuous moan that seems to vibrate from his very core. His legs shaking as you swirl your tongue around the sensitive head, your hand holding him still as you nudge the slit with the tip of your tongue.
“Stop stop stop stop-“ his hands fly off the wall, yanking your head away, “I almost fucking came,” his thighs are trembling violently, chest heaving up and down fiercely. A breathless laugh escaped him, “Don’t do that, baby. You know.. i cum.. so fast like that,” breath still heavy between his words.
“My bad, you taste and sound so good.” You muffled through your squished cheeks, his palms unknowingly holding your face tight, they are trembling with his whole body. Damn, that tongue motion got him so bad, but you need his cock in your mouth again.
“Please, kook,” you whine, your hands gently parting his away from your cheeks, “fuck my face, use my mouth.”
You move forward again, but this time you nudge his pelvis, peering up at him pleadingly. You want him to completely use you, you want him to own your mouth and fuck it till you pass out.
“Oh baby, look at you,” he’s smiling devilishly, fingers threading through your wet hair, nudging you close to him, the other holding his dick up your face, watching your lips parting obediently.
“You want it?” He teased, slapping his heavy girth against your cheek, “you wanna taste my cum, don’t you” his voice getting rough, along with the hand in your hair. Fingers tightening, as he gently rock his hips onto your mouth.
“Please.” His cock sliding back and forth your open lips from the side, laving the hard throbbing veins along his shaft. You love when he is like this; completely owning you, using you how he please. And you take it every time, always happy to be his living fuck toy.
He finally slid his cock inside your mouth in a slow, steady motion. Still sensitive from his tip, moving his hips intentionally. His other hand feeling your neck, as his cock slide in and out of your throat.
“Fuck, you feel that?”
Slap!
“Answer me.” He knows you can’t speak, but he wants to feel the vibration of you trying to let out noises with his cock down your throat. So you whimper, a very long moan just to feel his hips shake under your hands.
“That’s it, keep moaning.” Voice trembling from the sensation, his movement getting faster, rolling his hips so intensely.
His eyes are dark, droopy with lust, glazed and drunk. His mouth wide open, never shy from slipping filthy noises. Hes looking at your face, watching your eyes well up from the overwhelming sensation.
You continued to moan his name around his cock, sensing his orgasm from his heavy chest and the way he trembles, taking the lead and bobbing you head.
“Fuck, just like that. Don’t stop,” His grip in your hair tightens. “Gonna come,” he warns, his voice shaking. “Baby please... gonna cum.”
You hum in answer, the vibration drawing a broken shout from him. You increase the pressure, bobbing faster, your own need coiling tight between your legs, ignored but pulsing with every beat of your heart.
“Please… take me..” god how much you love this part, him whimpering and pleading you to take his cum, his voice getting loud while his hips rutting in tiny, uncontrolled thrusts as he reach his peak. You could cum just from the sight of it.
A hot, bitter flood spills into the back of your throat as he grinds himself deeper, his hips stuttering. You swallow eagerly, taking every drop as he empties himself with broken moans, his body bowing over you.
For a moment, there is only the sound of the shower and his heavy breathing. Then, slowly, he softens in your mouth. You pull off with a final, gentle kiss to the tip.
He looks down at you, utterly spent, his expression a mix of awe and raw hunger. He sinks to his knees in front of you, the water crashing over both of you now. His hands cup your face, kissing you so deeply, his tongue swiping against your wet lips, tasing himself on you.
*Pairing: idol!Jimin x f!hair stylist!reader
*Word Count: 5k
*Posted: may 27, 2026
*Genre: SMUT, tiny bit of fluff, mainly pwp, idol au
*Summary: You always make Jimin feel good about himself when you do his hair for every performance. Tonight, he's extra confident. So, he finally goes for what he wants. And what he wants, is you.
*Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT, MINORS DNI. bit of a power imbalance considering reader's job, tiny bit of alcohol consumption, oral (f. receiving), piv sex, unprotected sex (be smart, ya perverts), jimin likes his hair pulled, jimin = consent king, switch!jimin (you'll see), getting caught (ish?), bit of angst/anxiety at the end, reader's brain is mush, some pet names, jimin calls reader noona (just go with it, it's for the vibes), uhhh yeah
*A/N: welp. braided-hair jimin has had me in a chokehold since i saw him like this with my own eyeballs on saturday night. and it just got me thinking.. maybe he likes his hair pulled. i dunno. here's the product of my brainrot. enjoy it.
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“Braids.”
Jimin looks at you like you have two heads.
“Why braids, noona?” he asks curiously.
You pull out your hair styling tools and arrange everything on the tabletop in front of him, threading your fingers through his hair as you think about your vision.
“Your hair’s the perfect length for them. We have time. Can you just trust me for now, and if you hate them, I’ll take them out?” you ask.
Jimin huffs out a small laugh, his eyes sparkling as he smiles.
“Alright. Go for it,” he concedes, settling into the chair more comfortably.
With that, you get to work. Your fingers work nimbly, sectioning and crossing strand over strand, tying each braid with small rubber bands as you go.
At the end of twenty minutes, Jimin’s hair is styled into four small french braids across the top and sides of his head, the bottom layers of his hair loose around his shoulders. You tap his shoulder, signaling to him that you’re finished.
“What do you think?” you ask him, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
He turns his head left and right to look at his hair, nibbling on his bottom lip, as if gathering his thoughts before he gives you an answer.
“Damn, okay. When you said ‘braids,’ this isn’t what I thought you meant. I love it, noona,” he says, giving you that signature, eye-crinkling smile.
“Yeah?” you ask, exhaling a breath of relief at his approval.
Jimin nods excitedly. “Yeah.”
You release him from your work station then, cleaning up your hair tools now that your job is done.
During each outfit change of the concert, you check on Jimin’s hair, securing and restyling braids as they come loose, ensuring his hair stays as neat as possible.
He sits perfectly still, always the cooperative client, as you redo a single braid that’s now falling into his face.
“Pretty hyped tonight, huh?” you ask with a soft laugh.
He starts to nod, his head tipping forward, causing him to let out a quiet hiss as he accidentally tugs at the braid in your hand, a sharp sting coursing through his scalp.
“Sorry–”
“Shit–”
You both speak at the same time, your hand instinctively releasing the braid.
“You okay?” you ask him then.
Jimin can’t help but chuckle then.
“All good, noona. Can you fix my hair now?”
You just smile, going back to redoing the braid you were working on.
There’s a minute of silence between you two, the chaos of backstage fading as everyone starts to take their places to go back on stage for the last part of the concert.
“I am hyped tonight,” Jimin says then, answering your question that was so rudely interrupted by you pulling his hair, “I’m really feeling myself tonight.”
You smile at him in the mirror as you finish fixing his hair.
“Good. See you after,” you say with a gentle squeeze to his shoulders, stepping back to let him go.
Jimin stands from your chair, glancing around before he leans in, his breath ghosting your ear.
“I’d rather be feeling you, though,” he murmurs, and he turns to go back on stage without so much as another glance your way.
-
The absolute whirlwind that is backstage post-concert is nothing you aren’t used to. Even as a hair stylist, you, and everyone else, are expected to help with the cleanup to make sure the dressing and styling rooms are left impeccably clean. That is BTS’ reputation, after all: the perfect guests at every stadium or venue they perform at, leaving nothing dirty or disorganized when they leave for the night. It’s something the whole staff has always prided themselves on, ensuring the group maintains their perfect image, ever the respectable idols.
As you pack your things and head toward the staff buses with everyone else, Jimin falls into step beside you at the back of the group.
“Come celebrate with me,” he murmurs quietly.
You glance at him, eyes narrowing slightly.
“Celebrate what?” you ask him.
He shrugs.
“Told you. I’m really feeling myself tonight. Come have a drink with me.”
Your voice lowers, not wanting anyone to hear the conversation.
“Jimin.. you sure that’s a good idea?”
He shrugs again, his hands in his jeans pocket.
“No one has to find out, noona. C’mon, it’s just me. I’ll have some champagne delivered to my room and we can hang there. No pressure.”
You can’t help but sigh slightly then.
“Yeah– okay. But if anyone finds out…”
Jimin holds out his pinky finger then, automatically moving to intertwine his finger with yours.
“They won’t. It’s perfectly safe.”
He falls out of step with you then, disappearing down the long hallway to your right, catching up with the other members while you continue walking toward the staff buses.
-
Back at the hotel, you change out of your staff clothes, then rummage through the casual clothes you brought with you for this leg of the tour. You aren’t sure if Jimin’s actually going to follow through with inviting you to hang out, and you really don’t know how casual to dress if he does.
Your phone vibrates, pulling you out of your thoughts.
Jimin: room 3903.
That’s it? you think, expecting more in his message than just telling you where to go.
Jimin: i’m in sweats. don’t worry about how to dress, noona.
Typical, you think, always knows.
You pull on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, an oversized hoodie over it, and slip on your sneakers. Grabbing your phone and room key, you slip out of your room and move quickly down the hall.
The members and staff have this entire floor booked, the tour having so many people working to keep it flowing flawlessly that you always take up a whole floor in every city you go to. You really hope no one leaves their room while you’re out here, because you don’t have a clue what your excuse would be at this point.
Your eyes track each room as you pass, wandering down the hall until you reach Jimin’s room. Your knuckles tap softly on the door, shifting from one foot to the other as you wait.
“Get inside before someone sees you,” Jimin says with a chuckle as the door opens, his fingers wrapping around your wrist as he tugs you into his room.
Inside his room, you can’t help but glance around and let out a small laugh as you take in his massive suite compared to your standard room.
“Damn. Really feeling that tax bracket difference,” you say then.
Jimin rolls his eyes, looking sassy as ever.
“Perks of working our asses off for fifteen years. They gotta keep us happy,” he says sarcastically.
He makes his way over to the kitchen area, popping open a bottle of champagne that probably costs more than your monthly salary, and pours two glasses.
“None of the others wanted to drink with you tonight?” you ask curiously as he hands you a glass.
He shrugs. He seems to be doing that a lot tonight.
“I didn’t ask.”
He sips his champagne, hand waving in front of you to encourage you to do the same.
You take a sip too, the sweet, bubbly taste exploding on your tongue.
That’s when you notice something interesting.
“You didn’t take the braids out,” you point out.
His eyes sparkle with his smile as he walks back toward the sitting area.
“They look good. Made me feel good,” he says, plopping down on the couch.
You follow him, taking a seat on the other end of the couch.
“The fans seemed to love them, too,” you say with a soft chuckle.
Jimin looks at you then, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“Did you?” he asks.
“Hm?”
He sips his champagne again, throat bobbing as he swallows.
“Did you love the braids, noona?” he clarifies.
It’s your turn to shrug then.
“They look good on you. I wouldn’t have done them if I didn’t think they would,” you say.
Jimin shifts on the couch, closing some of the distance between you two. He brings his left leg up on the cushion, sitting more casually.
“You made me feel really confident tonight,” he continues, his Busan satoori coming out a bit with his casual demeanor.
You can’t help but laugh softly.
“That’s what I’m here for. Making sure you feel confident enough to go on stage and be happy with how you look.”
You sip your champagne again before setting the glass down on the coffee table.
Jimin’s gaze follows your movement, his hand moving to set his own glass down.
He swallows, jaw working as he considers his next words.
“You’ve been doing my hair since debut,” he says then, “and you always make sure I’m happy with it before you let me go on stage.”
Your brow furrows in confusion.
“Well, yeah— of course I do. I might be the stylist, but it’s you that has to be okay with how you look.”
He chuckles softly, shaking his head.
“Not all stylists feel that way. Some think it’s their vision, and the idol just has to live with it.”
Jimin shifts a little closer to you on the couch, leaving only a foot of space between you now.
“You actually care,” he continues, “you want to make me feel good.”
You rest your elbow on the back of the couch, turning to face him a bit more.
“I do,” you say simply.
That mischievous glint in Jimin’s eyes shines a little brighter now.
“I want to make you feel good too,” he rasps, his Busan satoori bleeding into every word now.
“Hm?” you ask, confused.
The corner of his mouth turns up in a smirk then.
“You asked me to trust you earlier,” he says, “can you do the same for me now?”
Your body tenses slightly as Jimin closes the remaining distance between you two on the couch, his thigh pressing against yours now.
His arm snakes around your shoulders then, hand coming up to cup the side of your neck. His thumb traces the line of your jaw, making your head turn instinctively toward him.
“Jimin—,” you start then, meeting his gaze.
“Trust me, noona,” he breathes, his face inching toward yours.
He nudges at your jaw then, his breath ghosting your neck as his nose trails slowly along your jawline.
“Can I?” he murmurs, the slight vibration of his voice hitting your neck, “can I make you feel good this time?”
You shiver slightly, the heat of his breath making your skin tingle.
“Jimin— is that a good idea?” you whisper.
He chuckles softly against your neck then, his lips brushing against your skin.
“You’re always so collected, noona. So put together, worried about everything,” he murmurs.
You laugh a bit nervously, unsure what to say.
“Can’t you stop worrying about if something’s a good idea, and just think about how good it would feel to let go?” he continues.
His lips press a barely-there kiss to the spot just below your ear, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin.
“Just trust me,” he repeats.
You pull back, looking at him. You definitely thought he was fucking with you, but the look of pure want in his eyes tells you how wrong you were.
“Okay—,” you say quietly then, “yeah. I trust you.”
You barely get the last word out before Jimin surges forward, claiming your mouth in a desperate, sensual kiss. His hand grips the side of your neck more firmly, holding you in place.
You kiss him back, lips following his lead as he deepens it. It’s all teeth, tongue, and heat, him licking into your mouth like he’s been dying to do it for longer than he’s let on.
Your hand moves to his stomach, fisting into his t-shirt as you keep him close. You feel his free hand wrap around your hip, his fingers gripping right at your waist.
“Taste like the champagne,” he breathes against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip, eliciting a soft catch of your breath.
His hand at your waist tugs you forward, putting you on his lap. He gently positions your thighs so you’re straddling him, his hand sliding to the small of your back then, pressing firmly to slide you closer so your chest presses to his.
“Don’t stop now,” he breathes, looking up at you, “I know you want this as badly as I do.”
Your free arm drapes onto the couch cushion behind him, fingers threading into the back of his hair as you claim his lips this time.
Jimin’s hips buck up against you slightly, a soft hiss following the movement as he kisses you.
The kiss gets more intense, your earlier hesitation fading into confidence. Your tongue meets his, sloppy and inhibited. You pull his lower lip between yours, sucking lightly.
“Ah— shit, noona. Please,” he breathes.
That makes you pause. “Please?” you murmur against his lips, pulling back just a bit to look at him.
He tugs at the hem of your hoodie then, his eyes half-lidded as he nods. “Yeah, please. Wanna see.”
You strip your hoodie and t-shirt off in one motion, tossing it on the floor haphazardly.
Jimin’s eyes darken slightly, taking in your black bra, the tops of your breasts spilling over the edge of the cups. His hand immediately slides up your back to the clasp, stilling there.
“Okay if I take this off?” he asks, eyes searching yours.
“How else are you gonna see?” you ask, a small smirk of your own crossing your lips now.
Jimin flicks his fingers quickly, deftly undoing the clasp and moving both hands to the straps at your shoulders, pulling them down to fully reveal your breasts to him.
A low groan leaves Jimin’s lips then, his hands sliding to your front and stopping at your ribs. His thumbs brush the underside of your breasts, eyes meeting yours again.
“Can I?” he asks, ever the king of consent.
“Yeah,” you breathe out.
His hands cup your breasts, squeezing and massaging them, his thumbs occasionally brushing or circling over the nipple. He shifts forward, his lips pressing to the hollow of your shoulder above your collarbone.
Jimin trails hot, wet kisses along the path of the bone, his tongue darting out to lick at your skin.
“Thirteen years,” he breathes against your collarbone, “thirteen years of being too fucking professional with you to ever want this.”
He sucks the skin lightly, leaving a tiny red mark that’ll fade by morning.
“But not tonight. Tonight— tonight you gave me the confidence to ask for what I want,” he finishes.
Your breath hitches, hips rolling against him as his lips reach the sensitive skin of your throat.
You tug at his t-shirt then, wanting him to be as bare as you.
“Lemme see you now,” you say quietly.
Jimin chuckles, his eyes glinting with that signature sparkle as he pulls his shirt off and tosses it somewhere on the floor.
“God— Jimin, what the fuck?” you ask, a soft scoff leaving your lips.
He gives you that cheeky smile, eyes crinkling at the corners as he shrugs.
“Been in the gym a lot with Yoongi-hyung and Jungkookie,” he says casually, as if there’s nothing impressive about his newly formed, nearly-washboard abs.
“I see this,” you say, rolling your eyes.
He takes one of your hands, dragging it down his chest and abdomen.
“Touch me too, noona,” he whispers then, “want you to want me, too.”
Your hips roll against him again, his words sending a jolt through you.
Jimin groans more audibly then, his hips bucking up to meet yours.
“Fuck,” he exhales, “don’t stop.”
You lean down and capture his lips again, one hand resting at his lower stomach, your thumb brushing along the sensitive skin there while your other hand holds the back of his neck.
He kisses you back, more sensual than before, his tongue dragging against yours as he lets out a soft moan into your mouth.
He squeezes your thigh gently, slowly working his way higher up your leg as he kisses you more. At the top of your thigh, his thumb brushes the inner part, and he breaks the kiss, keeping his mouth close against yours as he speaks.
“Can I touch you more?” he murmurs.
You nod against his lips, sliding your ass further up his lap, causing his thumb to press against your clothed core.
Jimin takes the hint, his thumb pressing firmly and rubbing circles over your clit through your leggings, making you gasp.
His soft, short laugh comes out against your lips.
“Pretty noise, noona. Can you make more for me?” he teases gently, his thumb circling a bit faster.
He moves quickly then, shifting his position, flipping you onto your back on the couch and kneeling between your thighs.
“Need these off,” he says, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your leggings, waiting, as always, for your consent.
Instead of saying anything, you lift your hips. His hands pull at your leggings, dragging them and your panties down your thighs. He gently pulls one foot and then the other out of the material, tossing the rest of your clothes onto the floor.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathes, his hands resting on the outsides of your thighs as he leans down to press his lips against the inside of your knee, “gonna make you come for me.”
His lips follow a path up your inner thigh then, his mouth wet and hot against your skin, hands parting your thighs as he settles on his belly between them.
His kisses get sloppier, more urgent, more tongue, the higher up he goes, and your breaths come shallower, quicker, as your body responds to the anticipation.
“Jimin— what are you doing?” you whine softly.
He chuckles against your skin, nibbling it gently.
“Teasing. Or showing you what to expect when I get my tongue on your pussy,” he says, “you decide.”
A jolt of desire courses through you at his words. He notices, because, always so attentive with everyone, of course he does.
“You’re thinking about it, huh? About how good it’ll feel to have my tongue between your legs?” he teases.
You whine softly again.
“Fuck— yeah, I’m thinking about it,” you admit.
He chuckles again, his tongue dragging down your inner thigh until he stops, his face hovering just above your core.
“Stop thinking then.”
His eyes meet yours from between your legs, and his tongue drags a long, slow path from your entrance up to your clit, stopping there and tracing firm, target circles around the sensitive bud.
You can’t stop the moan falling from your lips, your hips squirming as his tongue continues its torturous circles.
“The walls aren’t soundproofed, noona,” Jimin chuckles against your pussy, making you clap your palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds.
When he sees your hand covering your mouth, he licks faster, his tongue circling your clit, the pattern only broken when he dips lower, tasting your arousal before returning to that sensitive spot.
You moan into your hand again, pressing harder to make sure the sound doesn’t travel.
He buries his tongue deeper, alternating between fast and slow strokes, experimenting to learn what makes you moan and tremble the most.
You squirm more, his hand coming up to rest over your lower stomach to keep you still. His free hand trails up your thigh, two fingers pressing against your entrance before they slide inside you.
You gasp, the added stimulation only fueling your pleasure.
Jimin huffs a soft laugh against your pussy again, crooking his fingers upwards in search of your sweet spot.
His tongue works tirelessly, never slowing as his fingers work until they press against your g-spot.
You whimper into your palm, thighs shaking as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. You uncover your mouth briefly to whimper quietly.
“Jimin— fuck, there. So close.”
He speeds up his licks, tongue lapping at your clit in tandem with his fingers thrusting directly into your g-spot.
You feel your climax build rapidly, clamping your hand down over your mouth again just as the coil in your lower stomach snaps.
You moan out into your palm, wave after wave of pleasure ripping through you. Jimin doesn’t stop, simply slowing his movements to push you through your orgasm.
He only lets up when you wince quietly from oversensitivity, pulling his mouth off your pussy and slipping his fingers out of you gently. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean of your juices before wiping his mouth on his upper arm.
“Good?” he chuckles quietly, meeting your eyes.
Your breathing is still too unsteady to speak, so you just lift your hand to give him a thumbs up and a weak smile. He sits up then, never looking away from you.
His eyes sparkle as he smiles back at you, holding his hand out to help you sit up too.
“You’re cute when you’re fucked out like this,” he comments, making you glare at him. But there’s no heat in your gaze, your eyes dropping to the obvious erection tenting his sweatpants.
Your breathing finally settles enough to talk without pausing between words.
“Off,” you say simply, your hand pulling at the fabric of his pants.
Jimin looks at you one more time for confirmation before sliding his sweatpants and boxers off, settling back on the couch in the same spot you started.
Without hesitation, you climb back into his lap, straddling him. Your wetness brushes his cock as you settle, a sharp hiss escaping his lips.
“You’re sure?” he breathes, “because I really wanna fuck you.. but don’t feel like you owe me for what I just did.”
You roll your hips on his lap, grinding your still-dripping pussy against him in response.
“I’m sure,” you whisper, “wanna ride you.”
He groans, the sound low in his throat as you position yourself with his cock pressed to your tight hole.
“Then— fuck, then please, do it,” he murmurs, voice cracking slightly.
You sink down onto his cock then, walls stretching around him to accommodate his size. He’s thick, making the movement slower than you would’ve liked, but after a moment, you settle on his thighs, his cock buried completely inside you.
“Shit—,” he hisses through his teeth, hips instinctively bucking up, his cock hitting deeper with the movement.
You gasp, the pressure against your g-spot intense as his cock hits it just right from this angle.
Jimin’s hands settle on your hips, thumbs gently stroking your skin as he looks up at you.
“Move for me, baby,” he breathes, his hands pressing upwards to lift you.
Your arms wrap around his neck, lips meeting his in a heated kiss as you lift yourself, grinding down on his cock, forcing a low moan from his throat.
He kisses you back, the kiss slow and lazy as his hands work to help guide your rhythm. Your breasts press against his chest, hips rolling as you repeatedly bounce on him.
The room fills with the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy, his low moans and your quiet whimpers.
“That’s it,” he breathes, “fuck— pull my hair, noona.”
Your rhythm breaks slightly as you process his request.
“Please—,” he continues, “not hard. Just— tug it. Like you did when you were doing my hair earlier. When I moved and you accidentally pulled it. Felt good.”
You kiss him again, regaining your bearings, and ride him more deliberately then. Your hand slides into the back of his hair, fingers threading into it at his scalp, and tug lightly.
The sound that escapes his lips can only be described as a desperate whimper, quiet and needy.
“Shit— yes. Please, more,” he breathes.
You break the kiss, tugging his hair a little more firmly to tip his head back, your lips pressing to his throat. He groans at the sensation of your mouth on his skin and the pulling of his hair, his hips bucking up to meet your every move.
His fingers press into your hips, leaving indentations on your skin, soft grunts and deep, low moans punctuating every thrust up into your pussy.
“Noona— gonna come. Where—,” he starts, his question cut off when you suck lightly at the base of his throat, your fingers tightening in his hair.
The sting of the harder tug pulls another needy whimper from him, his hips thrusting up hard.
“In me,” you breathe against his throat.
He groans deeply, his hips thrusting up once, twice, three more times before they still, stuttering against you as he spills inside you.
“Fuck,” he moans, “you— fuck.”
You slow your hips, rolling them slowly to draw out every drop of his release, continuing until his hands pull you down to stop you from moving anymore.
The room is quiet now save for panting breaths from both of you. Jimin’s arms wrap around your waist then, his eyes opening to meet yours. His thumbs brush the skin of your lower back, not saying anything at first.
After a few slightly awkward moments, he finally speaks.
“Well— that was.. that was fucking incredible,” he chuckles nervously.
You chuckle too then, nodding. “It was.”
He lets out a slow breath, the awkwardness fading as you both realize things are still okay between you two.
“I really don’t wanna kick you out,” he says quietly then, “but— we’re already pushing it with you even being here.”
You shake your head slightly then, a small smile crossing your face.
“I know. I’ll go,” you say, understanding.
Jimin leans forward then, pressing a few quick, tender kisses to your lips, his lips curving upward in a smile of his own.
“Not mad at me?” he asks.
You shake your head again.
“No. Not mad. I’ll be— so fucking fired if anyone ever finds out about this,” you respond.
His smile fades slightly, but it’s not in sadness, just gentle understanding.
“You won’t be. I’d take the blame, have them cover it up. I told you, it’s perfectly safe. You’re perfectly safe with me,” he says quietly.
You nod, pressing a kiss of your own to his lips before you finally pull yourself off his lap.
The two of you dress quickly, and Jimin stands, facing you. His hand reaches up to smooth over your hair, making sure it doesn’t look too messy before you go in case you’re seen.
You take one last look at each before you finally step away.
At the door, you turn back and give him a small smirk.
“Next time you’re feeling yourself again…” you trail off.
Jimin’s eyebrow raises, curious.
“Come feel me instead.”
Jimin can’t help but laugh at your words, giving you that characteristic eye-crinkling smile.
“Yeah,” he says, “I will, noona.”
With that, you slip out of his room, making your way back down the hallway toward your own room.
Just as you’re about to open your own door, you hear a clearing of someone’s throat from behind you.
You freeze, heart rate picking up as you turn slowly to face the owner of the sound.
Looking up, you’re met with the man who made the sound, instantly knowing he definitely either saw you leaving Jimin’s room, or worse, heard you from inside.
“Namjoon,” you say quietly, “it’s not—.”
“The walls aren’t soundproofed, noona,” he cuts you off, “be more careful next time, unless you want the whole floor to hear you,” he says simply.
You let out an anxious breath, nodding slowly.
“I won’t say anything. But I can’t say the same for the rest of the staff,” he continues.
You fidget with your room key, still anxious under Namjoon’s gaze.
“Go to bed before someone else finds you out here,” he finishes, giving you a small, dimpled smile before he disappears into his own room.
You turn back quickly, unlocking your door and rushing inside. You press your back against the door, exhaling shakily.
Fuck.
Namjoon knows you just slept with Jimin. You trust him to keep his word and not tell anyone, but if he heard you.. who else did?
Not even five minutes later, your phone buzzes.
Jimin: told you, noona. you’re safe with me.
You breathe a sigh of relief, but it’s tinged with residual anxiety, knowing Namjoon probably talked to Jimin too, based on his text.
Jimin: just gotta be more quiet next time.
Jimin: hope there is a next time.
You smile softly to yourself, reading his messages as they come through.
You: there will be.
You put your phone away, getting ready for bed. The anxiety fades eventually. You curl into your sheets, staring at the dark ceiling above you as you get lost in your own thoughts.
You just slept with Jimin. An idol who, all things considered, could be labeled as completely untouchable. Shouldn’t be accessible, especially not to you. The one who’s been with him since the group’s debut, traveling the world, at every performance and event, simply styling his hair. Making sure he looked good, felt good. And it shouldn’t have happened at all, but it did.
You keep replaying the night in your head. How he touched you, the way he asked over and over for your consent. The way it seemed like you’d done this a thousand times before, when neither of you have ever even attempted to cross that line. None of it makes sense. Shouldn’t it have been a little awkward? Shouldn’t there have been more fumbling, more learning each other? Shouldn’t there have been a little more hesitation?
You shake your head, hoping to clear your mind. What’s done is done, and you can’t take it back now that it’s happened. You start to drift off to sleep, your brain slowly shutting off for the night.
But there’s one specific thought that you can’t seem to shake from your mind.
The thought makes your brain buzz, your mind replaying his request, every sound that fell from his lips as he responded to you.
◦ summary ↠ a petty feud with your annoyingly hot neighbor takes a dangerous turn when your newly purchased vibrator ends up delivered to his door. turns out, rivalry has never been hotter.
◦ pairing ↠ jungkook x reader
◦ word count ↠ 7.8k
◦ genre ↠ fluff, smut
◦ content warning(s) ↠ enemies to lovers au, neighbor!jungkook, suggestive/explicit content, dirty talk, penetrative sex, ejaculation, f. and m. orgasm, f. and m. receiving oral sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, toy usage (?), praise, degradation, edging, rough sex, dom!jungkook
a/n: hi, ik it's been a while but i've returned yet again lol. feel free to leave requests in my asks!
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You had only just moved into the apartment complex a few weeks ago, and already, your neighbor Jungkook was making life difficult. It wasn’t like he was rude or anything—no, he was worse. He was annoyingly charming, frustratingly loud, and had this way of getting under your skin without even trying.
It started the first night you moved in. The walls of the apartment were thin, but you figured it wouldn’t be too bad. That is, until you heard it: the music. The bass rattling your walls like a storm, the thumping sound of a beat that could only come from someone trying to annoy their neighbors.
You had just gotten settled in, ready to enjoy a quiet evening after the chaos of unpacking, when the incessant noise hit. You had tried ignoring it. Really, you did. But at some point, the music started to get personal.
Not only were you adjusting to the cramped space, but you also had to contend with the infernal noise coming from the apartment next door, Jungkook’s apartment. You never even got his full name before, but you knew one thing for sure: he was the absolute worst neighbor.
First, it was the music. Then it was the random late-night stomping. But it was his incessant banging around at all hours that really set you off.
After another sleepless night, you’d had enough. You grabbed a sticky note, scribbled down a polite but pointed complaint, and pinned it to his door. “Can you please keep it down at night? Some of us have to work in the morning. Thanks.” You’d even put a little smiley face to soften the tone. You were trying to be nice… but that didn’t last long.
The next morning, you woke up to the sight of another sticky note. This one was stuck right on your door. It read, “Could you vacuum at 3 a.m. next time? Really missed that.” Along with a poorly drawn picture of a vacuum cleaner and a smug little stick-figure Jungkook. The nerve! You balled up your fist in frustration and immediately shot a text to your friend, Sana, cursing the day you ever moved into this building.
The next day, you'd decided to try your luck at outwitting him by leaving your own note, more direct this time, with a bold request to just turn the volume down. But no sooner had you left the apartment, you returned to see another note from Jungkook. This time, a sarcastic drawing of a pair of noise-canceling headphones. Underneath, a message: “I’ll wear these next time I clean so I don’t disturb you.”
This went on for days, escalating to you making sure you were extra loud while doing chores with obnoxious vacuuming, running the blender, even banging around in the kitchen. Each time, a new sarcastic note would appear on your door.
You were beginning to hate this guy.
And yet, every time you thought you were done with him, he’d show up again.
One morning, you stepped out of your apartment to find him locking his door. Of course, his timing was impeccable.
“Oh, grumpy neighbor alert,” Jungkook greeted with a smirk, his voice dripping with mockery. “Let me guess, you’re about to yell at me for existing too loudly?”
You shot him a glare. “Don’t tempt me.”
Instead of walking away, the two of you ended up standing there, bickering over the most absurd things, from whose turn it was to clean the shared laundry machines to who had left a takeout box in the trash room for too long.
“For the record, that takeout wasn’t mine,” he said smugly, crossing his arms.
“Right, because you’re just so clean and considerate,” you retorted, rolling your eyes.
“I am, actually,” he replied with an infuriatingly calm shrug. “Unlike you, who seems to think stomping is an Olympic sport.”
“I wouldn’t stomp so much if you didn’t blast your music like you’re hosting a festival,” you shot back, stepping past him with a huff.
“You’re just mad because your playlists couldn’t sell out a garage,” he called after you, his laughter echoing down the hallway.
But unlucky for you, the encounters with him didn’t stop there.
It had been an ordinary day until you got a delivery notification to your phone. Except, your package wasn’t on your doorstep in the attached photo. It was on his.
The moment you knocked on Jungkook’s door, you regretted it. He opened it with that same maddeningly smug grin, leaning against the frame like he’d been expecting you.
“Ah, neighbor,” he greeted, dragging out the word with mock familiarity. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
You forced a tight smile. “A package of mine was delivered here by mistake. I just need it back.”
His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, this?” He held up the small box with one hand, turning it over like he was appraising it.
“Yes,” you said sharply, reaching for it.
But he didn’t hand it over. Instead, he tilted his head, a curious look overtaking his features. “It’s pretty light. What’s in it?”
Your stomach clenched. “None of your business.”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Come on, it’s not every day I get mystery mail. It’s only fair I find out what I’ve been holding onto.”
“Fair?” you scoffed, trying to keep your voice steady. “Just give it to me, Jungkook.”
But then he leaned in slightly, his grin widening as he finally noticed the discreet logo on the corner of the box. “Ohhh,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. “I get it now. You really couldn’t wait for this, huh?”
Your face went hot. “What are you talking about?”
He tapped the box lightly. “You’re holding out on me. Is this your secret weapon?”
Your jaw dropped, and before you could stop him, he read the fine print out loud. “Rechargeable… cordless… massager.”
It took you a second too long to process that he was still holding the box, your vibrator, and that he was barely holding back laughter.
“Give me that,” you hissed, snatching it from his hand.
“Relax, neighbor,” he teased, his voice tinged with laughter. “I’m just impressed. You’re bolder than you look.
You glared at him, clutching the box like it held your darkest secrets. “You’re so annoying.”
“And you’re fun,” he countered easily, crossing his arms and leaning lazily against the doorframe. “So, when do I get to see it in action?”
You blinked, completely thrown. “What?!”
He laughed at your horrified expression. “Kidding. Mostly.” Then he smirked. “But if you need help figuring it out, you know where I live.”
You stormed off, your face burning as his laughter followed you down the hallway.
Sana’s name lit up your phone just as you were about to curl up on the couch. Your finger glided across your screen, accepting the call and pulling your phone up to your ear.
You answered with a wary, “Hello?”
“Okay, don’t panic,” she said immediately. “But I need a favor.”
You sighed. “That sentence never ends well.”
“I met this guy at a bar the other night,” she said, voice soft but bubbling with excitement. “He’s really sweet. Like, actually sweet. We’ve been texting, and he asked me out.”
“That’s good,” you said. “Why does this sound like it involves me?”
“Before you say no,” she said immediately, voice soft but urgent, “I already told him yes.”
You groaned. “Sana.”
“He insisted on a double date,” she rushed on. “And I panicked! And I said I’d bring a friend! And then I realized I don’t actually have another single friend who won’t make it weird—”
“So you volunteered me,” you finished flatly.
“I tried to just make it the two of us,” she continued, undeterred. “But he seemed to be really psyched about the idea of a double date. Please. Just one night. Do it for me?”
You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “You know I haven’t really been… dating.”
“I know,” she said gently. “That’s why it might be good for you. And he already paid for the reservation.”
You hesitated, but ultimately accepted defeat.
Sana had always been like this. She was soft-spoken, kind to a fault, eyes hopeful in a way that made it hard to say no. She deserved a good night.
“Fine,” you said before a moment of silence. “But if he’s weird, I’m fake sick.”
She squealed. “I owe you everything.”
Sana ended up at your place not even ten minutes after the call, bursting through the door with a garment bag slung over her shoulder and excitement written all over her face.
You watched her pull dresses from the bag one by one, each cuter than the last.
“So,” you said casually, leaning against the doorframe. “What’s the other guy like?” Sana paused mid-hanger, slowly turning to look at you with a grin that was way too knowing.
“Oh?” she said. “So you are excited.”
You scoffed, immediately feeling heat creep up your cheeks. You tried to hide the redness that colored your cheeks, but failed in doing so. “I didn’t say that.”
Sana’s eyes sparkled. “Okay, so, he says his friend is really chill. Quiet-ish. Kind of sarcastic, but in a funny way.”
You hummed. “Sarcastic, huh?”
“Yeah, apparently they’ve known each other forever,” she added quickly.
The thought of everything made your stomach flutter, just a little. It had been a long time since you’d let yourself feel excited about something like this.
“What about looks?” you teased, though the question came from genuine curiosity.
She shrugged innocently. “He didn’t say much. Just that he cleans up nice.”
You rolled your eyes. “That tells me nothing.”
She grinned. “That’s the fun part.”
Soon enough, the apartment filled with music, low and cozy this time, as the two of you got ready together. Sana stood in front of the mirror, curling her hair while you debated between outfits on your bed.
You pulled a black halter top over your shoulders, adjusting the straps in the mirror. It was simple but flirty, showing just enough skin to feel confident without being too flashy. Paired with a cute black tiered skirt, it felt just right. You tugged the top down a fraction, allowing a bit of cleavage to peek through. A tiny bit scandalous never hurt anyone. Plus, it was about time you let yourself get a little wild.
It wasn’t too long before the two of you were finally ready. With your bags slung over your shoulders and a flutter of nerves in your chest, you followed Sana out to her car. The city lights reflected off the windows as she started the engine, practically vibrating with excitement.
The restaurant wasn’t far, and before long, you pulled up to a warmly lit building buzzing with people. Sana practically jumped out of the car, dragging you along.
“That’s them!” she whispered, pointing toward the entrance.
You froze.
Standing there, casually leaning against the host stand, was a man you knew all too well.
Jungkook.
Black shirt, dark jeans, a dark jacket thrown over his shoulders, hair a little messy in that infuriatingly effortless way. He smiled at the man standing next to him, Sana’s date, presumably. Nonetheless, the moment his eyes caught yours, that nasty smirk of his couldn’t bear a second before its appearance.
Your instinct screamed to turn and run. But Sana was already waving.
You took a deep breath and squared your shoulders. Do not make a scene. Do not ruin her night.
With as much calm as you could muster, you stepped forward.
You plastered a polite smile on your face, walking up like you didn’t recognize him. “Hi, I’m Y/N... uh, nice to meet you,” you said, keeping your tone casual and cheerful.
Jungkook’s eyes twitched with amusement. He could tell you were faking it, but he just mirrored your tone, as if to make fun of your situation. “Nice to meet you,” he said, letting the words linger just slightly longer than normal, his voice low and teasing.
Then, leaning in ever so slightly, he dropped his voice into a near-whisper. “Got all dressed up just for me, huh?” You shook his hand, but avoided his gaze in embarassment. “Cute outfit.” His eyes dropped to your body before flashing back up to your face. His infamous smirk never left his face, and you could only roll your eyes in response.
Sana, oblivious to the tension, grabbed your arm and whispered, “He seems nice, right?”
You nodded, keeping your expression neutral. “Yep. Very nice.”
Throughout the rest of the brief greeting, Jungkook’s eyes wandered on you just a little too long, but you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. He was doing this on purpose.
Dinner awaited, and you had a job to do: enjoy the night for Sana’s sake. No matter how hard Jungkook made it to keep your focus elsewhere.
You followed Sana to the table, trying to keep your movements casual, your smile in place. Jungkook stayed standing for a moment, letting her guide you, before slipping into the chair opposite you once everyone settled. The sound of chatter from surrounding tables filled the room, but your attention was glued to the dark haired boy across from you.
The table had each couple sitting across from each other. Sana and her date were on one side and you and Jungkook were on the other. You shifted in your chair, trying to get comfortable without looking too stiff.
“Glad you could make it,” Jungkook murmured again, his tone casual but still teasing. You forced a tight-lipped smile and nodded.
The first few minutes were tolerable. Conversations about the menu, recommendations, and small talk flowed between the four of you. Then, almost without warning, a light brush of your foot under the table made you glance down. A faint, persistent nudge. You shot him a sharp look, hoping he’d stop, but he kept up with his cheeky grin and pretending to pay attention to the menu. You crossed your legs, pulling them back toward yourself.
This guy was the absolute end of you. Every encounter with him somehow managed to get under your skin, and he relished every second of it. A rivalry that you took all too seriously.
Despite the situation, the rest of the meal wasn’t terrible. You talked politely with Sana’s date, joked along lightly, and even found a few topics of conversation that weren’t dominated by Jungkook’s snarky behaviors.
You tried to focus on Sana, who was blissfully unaware of the silent war at the table. Still, every now and then, your eyes met Jungkook’s. Each time, you would dart your eyes the other way, head held high.
By the time dinner ended, you felt a mix of relief and frustration. The encounter hadn’t been unbearable, it had actually gone smoother than you expected. But Jungkook had reminded you, subtly and persistently, that he was still as infuriating as ever.
And yet you had to admit it. He was painfully attractive. Exactly your type, which only made the whole thing worse. The way his arms were covered in tattoos, ink peeking out whenever he moved, the quiet confidence he carried without trying, the way his gaze lingered just a second too long—like he knew the effect it had on you. It made your stomach twist in ways you didn’t want to acknowledge, and made it harder to keep pretending he didn’t get to you at all.
After dinner, the four of you decided to head to a nearby bar, the kind that had dim lights, upbeat music, and a packed dance floor. Sana was practically vibrating with excitement as she dragged you along. You weren’t sure if it was the wine at dinner or her uncontainable energy, but she barely let you get a word in as she chatted about how great the evening was so far. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of your best friend having an amazing time, despite your sacrifice.
As soon as you walked in, she spotted the dance floor and practically pulled you by the hand. “I’m going to join him for a bit,” she said, pointing at her date. “You stay here, okay? Grab a drink, meet some people!”
You froze. Because staying meant being trapped with Jungkook until who knows when. Arms crossed, you planted yourself in the booth behind the bar table Jungkook was seated at, determined to ignore him. Unfortunately, that proved difficult when he was only a few feet away. He leaned back slightly, eyes catching yours instantly, seizing the opportunity to spark up a conversation with you.
“You look cute when you’re mad, you know?” he said, voice low, teasing.
You shot him a glare as soon as he parted his lips to speak. “You really are insufferable, you know?”
“Okay, okay, sorry,” he said, hands raised mockingly in surrender.
You huffed, then slid out of the booth and made your way to the bar, claiming the empty stool beside him. “Fine.”
You perched on the barstool, arms still crossed as Jungkook leaned casually on the counter, a drink in hand. He nudged the glass toward you while taking another in his grasp. The music thumped around you, but it was easier to ignore with the two of you talking.
You tilted your head, eyeing the drink with squinted eyes. “Should I be worried this is poison?”
He grinned, leaning just a little closer. “Depends, do you plan on surviving the night?”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the grin tugging at your lips. “I guess I’ll take my chances.”
He raised his glass in a mock toast, and for a moment, the noise of the bar faded around you. You caught yourself studying the way the corner of his mouth curved, the casual ease in his posture and felt an usual pull he seemed to have on you. You’d blame the alcohol, if you’d actually had any yet.
“So,” he started, “how’s life in paradise next door?”
“Funny,” you said dryly, “I was about to ask you the same thing about your ongoing percussion experiments at 2 a.m.”
He chuckled, sipping his drink. “Hey, you set the bar with your cleaning orchestras. I’m just giving back.”
You rolled your eyes, but a reluctant laugh escaped. “I had no idea what I was getting into when I moved here. Walls thinner than paper, neighbors who seem to think soundproofing is optional…”
“Optional?” he echoed, leaning closer. “I think it’s mandatory.”
“Excuse me?” Your eyes darted to his with furrowed eyebrows.
“Nothing,” he said, waving a hand and backing down in defeat.
“You’re really good at getting under my skin,” you admitted, almost laughing too loudly.
“Someone’s gotta keep you entertained,” he said, leaning back. “But I will say, it’s kind of nice, you know… seeing the real side of you through all the glare.”
You blinked, a little flustered, and took a sip of your drink. “Real side? You mean the side that wants to punch you in the face sometimes?”
“That one,” he said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. “Fine. You win. But only because I don’t have a choice. Sana abandoned me, remember?”
“I’d say that makes this the perfect opportunity to get to know me,” he said, leaning forward again. “You’re new to the area. I might be the best tour guide you’re going to get tonight.”
“Tour guide, huh?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “I feel like I should be suspicious.”
“Suspicious is fair,” he said, smirk widening. “I have been a little annoying lately, after all. But also charming enough to keep you talking, apparently.”
“Talking because, just to emphasize, I’m trapped.” You corrected, though you knew that wasn't truly the case.
Part of you did enjoy this. Part of you could also feel the slow tension growing between the two of you. A feeling so thick it was almost touchable.
“And yet,” he said softly, leaning closer, “you’re still here. I call that progress.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” you muttered, but couldn’t hide the small smile creeping up your lips.
The drinks continued, loosening your tongue more than you expected. You told him about how you’d moved in, the chaos of unpacking, and the little annoyances of adjusting to new neighbors. He shared his own stories about life in the building, the quirks of other tenants, and his fondness for finding ways to irritate people in the most harmless ways possible.
“Honestly,” he said at one point, leaning back with a grin, “I didn’t think you’d keep up with me in this ridiculous game of one-upmanship.”
“You’re serious?” you asked, laughing. “I thought you just liked being a nuisance.”
“Maybe I do,” he admitted, shrugging, “but you make it fun. In a different way.”
The more you talked, the more the night felt less like a punishment and more like something else.
The conversation eased the tension more than you’d expected. Drink after drink, you laughed at each other’s quirks, swapped small stories about childhood mischief, and even shared some of your favorite spots in the city. The more you drank, the more you found yourself letting go of your annoyance—just a little.
Glancing at your phone, you saw a text from Sana: “Going to his place! Sorry, here’s some money for an Uber if you need it, have fun!” You groaned but accepted your fate. She was clearly having fun, and somehow, despite your best efforts, you were enjoying yourself too.
A few more drinks later, tipsy and careless, you decided to join the dance floor. You grabbed Jungkook’s hand before he could protest. Everyone’s eyes turned, and for a moment, you felt embarrassed, but he steadied you immediately, one hand at your waist, the other on your back. You were practically a noodle in his arms, staggering slightly.
“Let’s get you home,” he said softly, chuckling at your disheveled state. You clutched him tightly, mumbling incomprehensible apologies and gibberish as he guided you out.
He carried you to his car effortlessly, your arms still wound around him. “You’re lucky we’re neighbors,” he quipped playfully, “so I actually know where you live. Otherwise, you’d be wandering the streets like a lost kitten.” Even in your messy state, you gave him yet another look. Maybe the 50th of the night.
At his car, he placed you carefully in the passenger seat, closing the door after you loosened your grip. You slumped back, finally giving in to sleep as he drove.
At your apartment, he carried you inside, navigating the living room and bedroom with surprising ease. Gently, he placed you upright onto your bed, getting ready to leave before noticing you shivering and clutching tightly onto your sheets. He removed his coat and wrapped it around you, adding a blanket from your bed along the rest of your body.
“Don’t… pretend to be all nice guy… now,” you mumbled in slurred words, along with some other things that were far more incomprehensible.
“Okay, silly,” he said with a soft breath before finally taking his leave. “Take care.”
Morning came too fast, sunlight cutting through the blinds. Your head throbbed, hair a mess. Knocking sounded faintly at your door, gradually getting louder as consciousness returned. Groaning, you lifted your head and noticed the jacket around your shoulders.
Jungkook’s jacket.
After making your way over to the front door, you swung it open. You saw nobody but a small bag sat to the right of the entrance. A bright yellow sticky note read: “For the hangover - from your favorite neighbor.”
Inside, a container of soup and a small bottle of water. You couldn’t help but feel touched, even though your brain reminded you of the rivalry. You thought to knock to say thank you, but were still embarrassed from the night before and ultimately decided to head back to your apartment.
Later that afternoon, after you’d finally managed to eat a little something from the soup he’d left, your thoughts drifted back to the jacket. You couldn’t keep it forever. It was his, after all.
With a sigh, you grabbed your keys, slinging the jacket over your arm. You rehearsed what you’d say to him while you were on your way there, making sure it sounded casual and neutral.
You knocked, and after a moment, the door swung open. Jungkook had his hand rested on the door handle, hair slightly messy, eyes immediately lighting up when he saw the jacket in your arms.
“Returning my coat, I see,” he said. “And here I was hoping you’d come in so I could make sure you really recovered.”
“Keep dreaming, Jungkook.” you said, hang stuck out with the jacket in hand.
He chuckled, that cocky grin stretching wider as he took it from your grasp. “Sure, sure. But admit it. Part of you wanted to step inside and see just how helpful I could be.” A brief image of the scenario popped into your head, your face reddening at the mere thought. You dipped your chin low, trying to mask the obvious fact.
“Thanks though.” he added, voice low and playful, “But I have to admit, seeing you all cozy in my coat last night was entertaining.”
“Yeah, sure,” you muttered as a faint pink crept across your cheeks.
You turned to leave, but he called softly after you. “Next time, maybe just a text will do. Unless you want me to demonstrate my full neighborly skills.” You scoffed at the statement, loud enough for him to hear as you proceeded back to your apartment. Even as you tried to scold yourself for the sudden spike of excitement at the encounter, you couldn’t shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, the rivalry wasn’t going away anytime soon. And maybe, you didn’t want it to.
That night, the air felt colder than usual.
At first, you thought it was just your imagination. Then the lights flickered once. The twice. Before it finally plunged your apartment into darkness. Just your luck.
You groaned, fumbling for your phone as the quiet settled in. No hum of electricity. No heater kicking on.
Perfect.
You wrapped your arms around yourself, already feeling the chill creep in. Your apartment was usually cozy, but now it felt like a freezer. And before you could overthink it, before pride could stop you, your thumb hovered over his name.
You told yourself it was practical. Nothing more.
That was how, minutes later, you found yourself calling your infuriating neighbor in the middle of a blackout.
“Hey,” you said, teeth chattering. “Has your power gone out too? It’s freezing. And my heater is broken.”
A low chuckle came through the phone. “Power’s out, yeah. But don’t worry, I’ve got a portable heater. Doesn’t need electricity.”
“Wait, what?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re offering to bring it over?”
“Of course,” he said smoothly. “Can’t let the new neighbor freeze to death, can I?”
Within minutes, there was a knock at your door. You opened it to find him standing there, holding the compact heater in one hand. “Mind if I come in? It’s kind of awkward standing in the hallway freezing my ass off.”
You hesitated, eyeing him for a moment, but the cold was unbearable. “Fine, but only because you offered up your heater,” you sighed, stepping aside.
He entered, scanning the dark apartment. He set the heater down on the floor in front of your couch and flicked the switch on. A warm light emitted from it, but its radius was only enough for the two of you to see each other and not much else. There was a brief click, followed by a low whirr as the machine came to life. The sound grew steadier, a soft mechanical hum filling the quiet room, accompanied by a faint rush of air as warmth slowly began to spill out into the cold.
As he straightened up and took a seat on the couch beside you, his eyes caught the box on the coffee table.
He arched an eyebrow, a devious look on his face. “Oh? Looks like you were trying to have some fun before I arrived. Sorry for crashing the party,” he teased, his arm reaching out to grab it.
Before he could lay a finger on it, you rushed to pick it up and snatch it away from his grasp. Hurriedly, you stuffed it in the compartment of your coffee table, unable to make eye contact with him. “It’s none of your business,” you mumbled, trying to hide the blush that surfaced along your cheeks.
“Sure,” he said with a mock-serious tone. “I can leave if you want? Or maybe I could stay and join the fun.” The chaffing was deliberate, dragging out the words just enough to make your stomach twist.
You rolled your eyes, but your body betrayed you as you moved closer to the heater. The warm air hit your skin, but it didn’t stop the tension radiating from where he was sitting.
You grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and held it out toward him. “Here, we can share,” you said, biting your lip.
He accepted, draping it around the two of you. In the dim glow of the heater, your bodies were closer than ever. Your knees brushed, shoulders almost touching, and for the first time, the usual annoyances, felt nearly nonexistent.
He leaned slightly toward you under the guise of adjusting the blanket, the air between you thickening by the second. His knee brushed against yours again, this time a little more deliberately. Your fingers lingered on the edge of the blanket as he shifted closer. The heater hissed softly, the warmth mingling with the tension that had been building for what felt like forever. You couldn’t deny the buried sexual frustration within you fighting to come out.
You realized, despite yourself, that being trapped with him like this was intoxicating. Every brush of skin, every playful comment made your heart race faster. You hugged the blanket tighter around yourself, shivering despite its warmth.
“I’m still freezing,” you admitted, your voice small. “This blanket isn’t doing enough.”
Jungkook turned to you with a grin that seemed a mix of cheekiness and genuine emotion. “Well, I could help with that,” he said lightly, leaning back slightly so you could scoot closer.
You almost snapped back at him in habit, but a part of you sort of wanted it. Carefully, you edged toward him and pressed your side against his, letting the blanket cover both of you. He stiffened slightly at the closeness, then relaxed, one arm slipping around your shoulders without hesitation.
“Better?” he murmured, voice low, teasing but gentle.
“Yeah… a little,” you admitted, trying not to sound flustered. Your body pressed against his for warmth, but the contact felt electric. You moved just enough so your head could rest against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat under the fabric of his shirt.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through you. “So, this is how we’re solving your ‘cold’ problem, huh?”
“Shut up,” you muttered, but your lips twitched into a reluctant smile. You nuzzled closer, feeling the warmth encase you a bit further.
“I think… we could be more effective if we… lay down,” he suggested, eyebrows furrowed.
“Lay down?” you asked, slightly doubtful of his suggestion.
“Trust me,” he said, tugging gently so you could move against him. You reluctantly shifted, letting him guide you in the right position. Once you were lying down, you curled against his side, pressing into him, and he adjusted so he could wrap both arms around you.
The warmth of his body seeped into you instantly, and you felt yourself relaxing, the tension of the cold and the awkwardness melting away. Your cheek rested against his chest, your nose brushing over the fabric of his shirt, and your body instinctively pressed against him.
As you shifted to get more comfortable, you couldn’t help but feel the unmistakable outline of his bulge against your hip and thigh. Your eyes widened upon contact as a heat found itself creeping into places unrelated to the heater.
Jungkook’s hand slid casually over your back, fingers grazing along the curve of your side, and he let out a low chuckle. “You’re awfully close,” he murmured, slightly flustered, likely due your gentle presses against his member.
“Yeah, well freezing people tend to get clingy,” you spoke lowly, moving closer into him.
The blanket pooled over both of you, cocooning the two of you in shared warmth. He adjusted slightly, one of his arms draped over your shoulders and the other resting lightly along your side, tracing slow, teasing patterns over your hip.
Your pulse quickened as you took in his scent, clean and warm, like freshly washed fabric layered with something deeper and familiar. It clung to his skin and clothes, subtle but grounding, wrapping around you as you hesitated for a moment before letting yourself curl up closer. “Yeah, I… think I might need… more help,” you whispered, heart hammering. He caught your gaze, his playful expression softening into something darker, more intent.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, your lips lifted to his, pressing a tentative kiss against him.
He froze for just a moment, then tilted his head, deepening the kiss, one arm tightening around you, the other keeping your bodies pressed together as your hearts raced in unison. The blanket barely contained the heat spreading between you, the warmth of his body and the closeness of your own fueling a desire that had been simmering under all the teasing and rivalry.
His kiss deepened, a clash of tongue and teeth that was every bit as aggressive and addicting as the man himself. It was a kiss born from weeks of frustration, a physical manifestation of every sarcastic note and every sleepless night. You moaned into his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if you could fuse your bodies together. The hand that had been tracing patterns on your hip slid lower, gripping your ass possessively and squeezing, pulling you flush against his hardening length.
“Still cold?” he rasped against your lips, a smug grin in his voice.
“Shut up and do something about it,” you breathed back, nipping at his lower lip.
That was all the encouragement he needed. His hand moved from your ass, sliding up your thigh and into the waist band of shorts. His fingers were warm as they traced the edge of your panties, teasing the sensitive skin there. Your breath hitched, and you instinctively parted your legs, a silent invitation you couldn’t believe you were giving your annoying neighbor.
It was surreal, being curled up like this with the very guy who had driven you insane since the day you moved in. He was supposed to be your neighborly enemy, the last person you’d ever let this close. And here you were, bodies close, warmth bleeding into warmth, wondering when annoyance had quietly twisted into something far more intimate.
He chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest. “Eager, are we? I knew all that fighting was just foreplay.”
Before you could retort, his fingers slipped past the fabric of your panties, finding you already slick and ready. He groaned, his forehead resting against yours. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Is all this for me, neighbor?”
You could only whimper in response as his fingers explored your folds, circling your clit with precision. He was good, infuriatingly good. He knew exactly how to touch you, how to ignite your core until you were writhing against him.
“Jungkook…” you gasped, your hips bucking against his hand. You could see the amusement in his eyes as he closely watched your movements, your desperate attempts at feeling utmost pleasure.
“Yeah, that’s it. You’re so fucking sexy,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust. He plunged one finger inside you, then a second, curling them just right to hit that spot that made you see stars. He set a consistent rhythm, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. The pleasure was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the biting cold of the apartment, something you could no longer even think to feel or notice.
You were a mess, moaning and clutching at his shoulders, your head thrown back. He watched you, his eyes dark and hungry, drinking in every reaction. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “So beautiful falling apart on my fingers.”
He pulled his fingers out, wet with your arousal, and before you could get anything out, he brought them to your lips. “Open up,” he ordered softly. You obeyed without hesitation, taking his fingers into your mouth and tasting yourself. You sucked on them, your tongue swirling around his digits as your eyes locked with his.
“God, you look so fucking good with my fingers in your mouth,” he breathed, his gaze intense. “Imagine how much better you’d look with something else in there.”
The thought sent a fresh wave of desire through you. He leaned in and kissed you again, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting your juices from your lips. “So fucking tasty,” he groaned, his voice thick with approval. “I need more of you.”
He gently pushed you back against the couch cushions, his hands moving to the hem of your top. He lifted it over your head, his eyes devouring the sight of your bare breasts. He reached out, cupping them, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. “Perfect,” he muttered, leaning down to take one into his mouth. He sucked and nipped, his other hand rolling your other nipple between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body.
His mouth left your breast, trailing a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your stomach. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling them down in one swift motion. He settled between your legs, his shoulders pushing your thighs wider apart. He looked up at you from under his lashes, a wicked smirk on his face. “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted you.”
And then his mouth was on you. His tongue was a master, licking and flicking and sucking on your clit with a desperation that matched your own. He ate you out hungrily, his hands gripping your thighs, holding you open for him. You cried out, your hands flying to his broad shoulders, holding him to you as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. It didn’t take long before you were shattering, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of intense pleasure.
He didn’t stop, though. His tongue continued lapping at your juices as you came down from your high. Once your breathing evened out, he moved back up your body, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You could taste yourself on him, and it was the most erotic thing you had ever experienced.
You wanted more. You wanted to feel him, all of him. You pushed at his shoulders, rolling him over so you were straddling his lap. You fumbled with the button of his jeans, your hands trembling with anticipation. You finally freed his cock, and your eyes widened at the sight of him. He was thick and hard, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
You wrapped your hand around him, stroking him slowly, enjoying the way his breath hitched at each movement. You lowered your head, taking him into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his tip, tasting the salty pre-cum before taking him deeper. You set a steady rhythm, bobbing your head up and down, your hand working in harmony with your mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his hands lightly tugging at your hair, guiding your movements. “Just like that. Take my cock, baby. You look so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth.”
His praise spurred you on, and you took him deeper, relaxing your throat until he was hitting the back of it. He cursed, his hips thrusting up to meet your mouth. You could feel him getting close, his cock twitching in your mouth, but you weren't ready for him to come yet.
You pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. You looked up at him, your eyes dark with desire. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook. Now.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He flipped you over, positioning himself between your legs. He lined himself up with your entrance, teasing you by rubbing his cock along your slick folds. “You sure you can handle it?” he teased, his smirk firmly in place.
“Just fuck me already,” you demanded, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him forward.
He finally pushed into you, stretching you deliciously. He filled you completely, and you moaned at the feeling of fullness. He started moving, his thrusts hard and deep, just as rough and demanding as you knew he would be. He set a punishing pace, mingling with your moans and his grunts.
“You feel so fucking good,” he panted, his hands roaming your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, and gripping your ass. “So tight and wet for me.”
He hooked your legs over his arms, changing the angle and allowing him to go even deeper. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as he hit that perfect spot over and over again. “Harder,” you begged, your voice hoarse with pleasure. He obliged, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more powerful before slowing down and coming to a halt.
He pulled back just enough to breathe, forehead resting against yours. For a second, you thought he was going to say something smart again, but then his gaze drifted past you, toward the coffee table.
There was a pause. Intentional.
Jungkook let out a quiet laugh under his breath and reached out, opening the compartment with a familiar ease. When he straightened again, the box was in his hand, fingers curling around it like he’d always known it would end up here.
His eyes met yours, slow and knowing.
“Funny,” he murmured. “I remember offering to help you figure this thing out earlier.”
He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Guess I wasn’t joking after all.”
He took the vibrator from the box, turning it on. The low buzz filled the room. He spread your legs, positioning the toy at your entrance. He teased you, running it along your folds, circling your clit before slowly sliding it inside you. You gasped at the new sensation, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you.
He started to move the toy, his eyes glued to your face, watching your every reaction. He was enjoying this, enjoying the control he had over your body. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss as he continued to fuck you with the vibrator. You were already so sensitive from your previous orgasm, and the stimulation was almost too much. You were a moaning mess, your body writhing on the couch as he brought you to the brink yet again.
Just as you felt the tightening coil of another orgasm begin to build, he stopped. He pulled the toy out, leaving you empty and aching. You whimpered in protest, your eyes fluttering open to find him watching you with a dark, calculating gaze.
“Not like that,” he said, his voice a low growl. He glanced from your flushed face to the vibrator in his hand, and then to his own hardening cock. He clearly had something else in mind.
Your heart pulsed against your ribs in anticipation. He shifted, positioning himself between your legs once more. He didn’t enter you, not yet. Instead, he took the buzzing vibrator and, with a devilish smirk, pressed its head directly against your clit. You cried out, your hips jerking at the intense, focused stimulation.
“Jungkook!” you gasped, your hands flying to his shoulders.
“Look at me. I wanna see your beautiful face.” he commanded, his voice thick with lust. He held the toy in place with one hand, using the other to line his cock up with your entrance. He pushed forward, sinking into you slowly, inch by inch. The feeling was indescribable, his thick, hard cock filling you while the relentless vibrations from the toy stimulated your clit from the outside.
He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, allowing you to adjust to the overwhelming dual sensations. Every time he pulled back, the vibrator pressed harder against your bundle of nerves, and every time he pushed forward, his cock stretched you, hitting spots deep inside you that you didn't even know existed.
“You feel that?” he panted, his forehead pressed against yours. “How good you’re taking it? Fuck, you’re so perfect.”
You couldn’t answer. You were a mess of whimpers and moans, your body completely at his mercy. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, a hot heat that was getting stronger by the second. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice rough. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
His words were your undoing. With a strangled cry, your orgasm shattered through you. It was a violent, all-consuming wave of pleasure that ripped through your entire body. Your walls clenched around him, your back arching off the couch as you screamed his name. The world dissolved into a blinding white light, and for a moment, you thought you might pass out from the sheer intensity of it.
He followed you over the edge a moment later, his thrusts stilling as he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his cum.
He collapsed on top of you, his body trembling with the force of his release. The vibrator was still buzzing against your clit, a low, persistent thrum that was now almost painfully overstimulating. He seemed to realize this and, with a soft groan, he gently eased it away, turning it off and letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud.
You were both a sweaty, breathless mess, tangled together under the blanket in the dim glow of the heater. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a sweet reminder of the raw passion that had just exploded between you.
He rolled off you, but immediately pulled you back into his arms, your back against his chest. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your shoulder, a stark contrast to the rough, demanding way he had just fucked you.
“You okay?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear.
You could only nod, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You were completely spent, utterly boneless, and for the first time since you’d moved in, the apartment felt warm in every possible way.
He held you in silence for a long time, his hand tracing lazy patterns on your stomach.
“Same time tomorrow?”
masterlist
a/n: yay! we made it to the end :D hope you enjoyed!
jeon jungkook fanfics that should be turned into a movie or a book! 🎬 (jungkook masterlist).
Thank you authors for your infinite imagination and creativity! My days are better because of you <3
Get him back by @inthelow (f!producer/writer reader x idol!jungkook) ongoing
Still don’t know my name by @dollfaceksj (jungkook x reader) completed
Kinktober D14- thigh job/ humping by @redcherrykook (jungkook x reader) completed
Play pretend by @frmisnow (best friend!jk x reader) •fake dating, friends with benefits, friends to lovers completed• part 1 part 2 part 3 completed
If i told you by @gukyi (jungkook x reader) •friends to lovers!au, college!au/ fluff, comedy, angst completed
Boy with luv by @hannieehaee (barista!reader, sub-ish!jk) completed
Can i keep you? by @mikrokcsmos (ghostjk! x reader) completed
Habits (Stay High) by @girlygguk (student plug!jk x rich girl!reader) ongoing
Teach me How to love by @kookooluvr (professor!jungkook, professor!reader) • fwb!au, co-workers!au • ongoing
Bed Chem by @muniimyg (frenemie! jk x reader) • uni au, frenemies • completed
Between the ride and the roses by @focusonkayjay (biker/ motorcycle shop owner! jungkook x flower shop owner! reader) • enemies to lovers, opposites attract, slow burn • ongoing
Calling It Now by @newmittens (jungkook x reader) • Friends to Lovers; Grad School AU • completed
Bad things by @girlygguk (jock fuckboy!jk x nerdy fuckgirl!reader) • f2l, fwb au, university au • ongoing
One night stand by @buryhny (ceo!jk x graphic designer! reader) • enemies to lovers, CEO au, pregnancy trope, slowburn • ongoing
First Sightings by @kookiestiddies (jungkook x reader) • Enemies With Potential • ongoing
Total loser by @frmisnow (rockstarjk! x reader) completed
NEED TO KNOW by @hannieehaee (virgin!jungkook, f2l!jungkook, loser!jk, sub!jk x reader) • college au • completed
Unspoken by @armpirate ( Boyfriend's friend!jk, Soldier!jk x reader) completed
“You’re being ridiculous,” you snap.
Jungkook points at you, eyes wide with frustration. “You ignored me for hours!”
“Because you were being clingy!”
He steps closer. “And you were being cold!”
The air crackles between you, charged and hot. You shove his shoulder; he grabs your wrist. Neither of you back down.
“Let go,” you warn.
“No,” he fires back, pulling you into him so fast your breath stutters. Your chest meets his. His jaw clenches. “You drive me crazy,” he breathes.
You’re about to argue again, but he crushes his mouth to yours. The kiss is raw and explosive, consuming and fuelled by every ounce of tension between you. Jungkook kisses like he’s been holding this in for too long, like the argument lit a fuse he couldn’t put out.
His hand slides to your lower back, pressing you closer and deeper, until you’re drowning in the heat of him. You cling to his shirt without meaning to, and he growls softly when you kiss him back just as fiercely.
When he breaks away, he’s breathless. “You can’t ignore me,” he says, voice low and wrecked. “Not when I feel like this.”
He kisses you again before you can even think of replying.
KIM TAEHYUNG/V
“Stop being sarcastic,” you demand.
Taehyung lifts a brow. “Stop giving me something to be sarcastic about.”
Your glare heightens. “You’re infuriating.”
He steps closer. “And you love it.”
You open your mouth to deny it, but he’s suddenly right in front of you, his breath warm against your cheek. You feel his fingers ghost along your arm, sending sparks racing under your skin.
“Tae, don’t start,” you warn.
“Oh, I’ve already started.”
Before you can process it, he catches your chin lightly between his fingers and pulls your mouth to his in a slow, deep kiss. It’s devastatingly sensual, like honey poured over heat.
Taehyung kisses you with a lazy sort of confidence, savouring every second, like the argument was just foreplay to him. His hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers caressing your skin until your whole body tingles. You exhale shakily against his lips.
He smirks into the kiss. “Mmhmm −that’s the sound I wanted.”
When he finally pulls away, you’re flushed, unsteady. Taehyung traces your lower lip with a fingertip. “Still mad?”
You shake your head.
“Good.” His smile is wicked. “Because I’m not done.”
KIM SEOKJIN/JIN
“Why are you being so dramatic?” you demand.
Jin scoffs loudly. “Me? You’re the one who turned nothing into a crisis.”
Your irritation spikes. “Because you never take anything seriously!”
His jaw flexes. “Oh, I take this seriously.”
You’re about to snap back when Jin steps forward so fast you stumble. He catches your waist, steadying you, but his eyes are blazing. “You talk too much,” he says, almost to himself.
You gasp, “Excuse me−.”
He kisses you, hard.
It’s unexpectedly intense. Jin, who was usually so composed, suddenly losing every ounce of that polished calm. His lips are warm and demanding, moving against yours with a mixture of frustration and something that feels dangerously close to hunger.
His hands slide up your back, pulling you flush against him as if proximity could end the argument for good. You feel the heat rolling off him, the tension in his shoulders, and the way he exhales through his nose like he’s been holding back for far too long.
When he finally breaks the kiss, you’re breathless, clinging to him without meaning to.
He smiles smugly, but so devastatingly handsome. “See? Much better,” he says softly. “Now stop fighting me and let me kiss you again.”
YOONGI/SUGA
“You’re impossible!” you shout.
Yoongi stands there, arms crossed, expression flat, his eyes burning. “You’re the one twisting everything.”
“You never tell me what you’re thinking!”
“Because you don’t listen!”
You step closer. So does he. Neither of you back down.
Then Yoongi exhales as though he’s reached a breaking point. “I swear to God, Y/N−” he sighs.
You barely have time to register the shift before his hand slides to your waist and he yanks you forward. His lips crash into yours with a suppressed fire that steals the breath straight from your lungs.
The kiss is rough and desperate, as if every emotion he refuses to say has suddenly found one escape route. His fingers tighten at your hip, the other tilts your chin up, holding you exactly where he wants you.
Your anger dissolves instantly, replaced by heat pooling low and fast. Yoongi nips your lower lip just enough to make you gasp.
“That’s better,” he breathes against your mouth, his voice a deep rumble you swear you can feel in your soul. “You’re only loud when you’re mad. Not when I actually need you to hear me.”
He kisses you again, slower and deeper, and it feels like he’s making up for every word he never said.
HOBI/J-HOPE
Hoseok paces, hands in his hair. “I can’t believe you did that!”
“Oh please,” you argue, “you’re overreacting−.”
“Overreacting?” His laugh is high and theatrical. “You scared me!”
Your chest tightens. “You didn’t have to yell.”
He stops pacing and looks at you intently. He’s in front of you in two strides, his hands warm and shaking slightly as they cup your face. “You have no idea what you mean to me,” he whispers, his voice strained.
You blink, throat tight. “Hobi−.”
He kisses you before you can say anything else. It’s fiery and heated, almost frantic, as if he’s pouring fear, relief and affection into every second. His lips move against yours with consuming urgency, and you feel it everywhere at once −the tremble of his hands, the press of his body and the soft sound he makes when you kiss him back just as hard.
The argument fades like smoke.
When he finally breaks away, his forehead rests against yours, breath hot and uneven.
“Don’t scare me like that again,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your cheek. “I’ll kiss you senseless every time you try to argue with me.”
The way he’s looking at you makes you believe him.
PARK JIMIN
“You think you’re right about everything,” you accuse.
Jimin’s lips press into a thin line. “Only when I am right.”
You groan in frustration. “See? This is exactly−.”
He steps forward with that slow, deliberate confidence that always unravels you. “You’re cute when you’re mad,” he says.
“Don’t call me−.”
Jimin kisses you mid-sentence. It’s deceptively soft at first, his full lips brushing yours like a tease. His fingers slide along your jaw, tilting your face up as he deepens the kiss with devastating precision.
He kisses like he knows exactly what he’s doing, exactly what you need to forget your own name, let alone an argument. Your anger melts instantly, replaced by warmth that spreads fast through your entire body.
He pulls back just enough to speak against your lips. “You’re so loud when you think you’re right,” he whispers, breath tickling your skin. “But so quiet when I kiss you like this.”
He kisses you again, longer and sweeter, but with an undercurrent of heat that leaves you clinging to him.
When he finally lets you breathe, he smiles irresistibly. “So,” he says, “Do you still want to argue?”
NAMJOON/RM
His voice is low, tight with frustration as he towers over you. “You’re not listening,” he snaps, pushing a hand through his hair.
You fire back too quick and sharply, and the moment the words leave your mouth, Namjoon steps into your space like he’s done holding back.
“Y/N,” he growls, grabbing gently but firmly at your wrist. You try to pull away, but he tugs you closer. “Stop talking.”
You open your mouth. Big mistake.
His lips crash onto yours with fierce precision, swallowing every argument you thought you had. His other hand cups the back of your neck, thumb pressing just under your jaw in a way that melts your knees instantly.
The kiss is slow and purposeful at first, commanding, before he deepens it, his breath warm, his lips insistent, like he needs this more than he needs to win the fight. When he pulls back, you’re breathless and dizzy, your fingers curled into his shirt without realizing.
Namjoon smirks. “Now that you’re actually quiet,” he murmurs huskily, thumb brushing your lower lip, “−Can we talk like adults?”
But the look in his eyes tells you he’s not done kissing you −not even close.
bts fanfics i think shakespeare would enlist himself into the military just to show the boys.
chapter iv. ✷ chapter vi.
KEYS ON SEVERITY OF SHAKESPEARE’S STATE:
( ✮ ) — he’s not really thinking about enlisting, is he?
( ♬ ) — what do you mean shakespeare shaved his head?.. oh no.
( ✎ ) — don’t military bases have security? how the hell did that man get inside?
( ♛ ) — he’s proper pulling a cross country right now. the boys look confused. and horrified.
THE SHAKESPEARE SERIES.
WARNING: keep in mind, some of these authors are very strict on the rule that no minors should read their work if they’re underage, and i will honour that. but, at the end of the day, i am not your parent. so, there’s that. but heed my warning wisely. any smut or 18+ content is highlighted in bold.
NOTE: dear readers, did you miss me? it’s been a while since i’ve shared my secret recommendations with you. but, since the two year anniversary of this special series has recently passed, i thought it was about time i spoiled you again. i’ve had quite a while to think about this one. so, i hope you’re ready. let’s give shakespeare something to enlist for.
( ♛ ) AMALTHEA — by @daechwitatamic
!! seokjin x reader | 40k !!
best friend’s older brother!au, smut (18+), fluff, angst.
bfb! bfb! my best friend’s brother, my friend’s brother! bfb! bfb! my best friend’s brother, my best friend’s brother!
this is one of the BEST seokjin fics i’ve ever read. straight to the point but there is no other way to put it. got to the point i would wake up earlier just to read another chapter before work. i was always present, bitch.
alike most of you, as someone who reads A LOT (re: i have no credentials for this, just my mum), i can tell when someone pours their every blood, sweat and tears (ha.) into writing. and for me, this is one of those writers.
this writer really shocked me at how much i connected to this story whilst reading n how attached i felt after finishing. caught me off guard, but so did death to shakespeare… sooo, what can i say.
“it’s been over a decade since that night, and you still don't know if he meant his family, or you.” dude i wish you could’ve seen my face. lmfao.
let’s just say there’s a reason this one’s first. amazed. truly.
“and he calls me mooonlight toooooo,” she sings into the empty crowd with tears in her eyes. she meaning me.
now i know i’m known for having a sweet tooth, but damn! youse are gonna eventually turn me into an elizabethan england commoner. y’know, the crap dental hygiene n all. (re: shakespeare’s teeth.)
but, you know me. i looooove a good ‘ol fantasy inspired fic, so i guess i’m willing to risk a little here. and this one was worth risking for.
slams hand onto the table. the world building! this writer was not playing around when it came to painting us a picture of the world they wanted to create. i wanna live in this fic i’m not joking. get me in touch with namjoon asap for some of that moon magic shit. ok, rolls credits.
perfect in every single way. this is my first run-in with this writer, but am i swimming (sorry.) my way over to their masterlist? yeeees.
“he laughs and tells you that, actually, it's probably the youngest three princes that are most beloved by all.”
yea girl. not on my watch. enjoy!
( ✎ ) ALL GROWN UP — by @btsgotjams27
!! jungkook x reader | 64k !!
friends to lovers, older woman/younger man, smut (18+).
the fact this fic was loosely inspired by one of my all-time comfort kdramas… i didn’t even have to question adding it to my list. it felt like i was watching it for the first time again… deeply sighs. ahhh the nostalgia…
i had this fic bookmarked on my ao3 for the looongest time, but it was only recently that i got round to actually reading it. and i’m so glad i did. bless her, she was waiting for her moment to shine. and it’s now.
youngest kids in the family please raise your hands! all in attendance! you are welcome and appreciated here. the feeling of desperation, trying to get people to see you as your current age rather than the little kid they’ll forever remember. i think that’s why i loved this fic so much: i could relate to it.
alike this story, most fics on here are on the older side of things. but honestly, if it’s good and genuine, it’ll last forever. no matter how much time has gone by. feelings stay - perhaps even grow?
the same for our adorable pair over here. could time play in their favour?
you let me know when you finish it.
( ✮ ) ALIVE AHA FXCK — by @softyoongiionly
!! vampire!yoongi x human!reader | 42k !!
vampire!au, smut (18+), soulmate!au (you know i had to), please read the trigger warnings.
devoured. no pun intended. though other vampire synonyms include but are not limited to: consumed, ate, guzzled, feasted etc… thank you google, after a few questionable internet searches.
i cannot tell you how glad i am that shakespeare never wrote about vampires. cuz he would’ve written my ass into that damn thing and killed me off from the things i’ve said about that guy. and the things i will continue to say…
i love this fic on a personal level. it reminds me of being fourteen again, curled up in my sheets as the sun reaches the tip of my windowsill and the morning chill settles in after a night of fighting sleep to finish a fanfic. it’s safe - i’m safe.
i genuinely had so much fun reading this story. the characterisation of both the reader and yoongi is so unhinged and playful and i’m obsessed. if i could recommend it to anyone, it would be my younger self cuz i know she’d love it :,). n she did!
y’know, sometimes you just gotta read a silly - infused with twilight puns - vampire-themed yoongi fic for the world to feel alright again.
and it did - for me. n now - for you.
( ♛ ) OLDER — by @lovieku
!! dilf!jk x inexperienced!reader | 18.2k !!
smut (18+), dilf!au, best friend’s father, age gap.
pure, undeniable and utter filth. in the best fuckin’ way possible. yea, if you could crawl into my mind, plunge into the inky depths of whatever lurks there.. this is what you’d find lying on the sand floor. unadulterated sin.
i am so disgustingly obsessed with this fic i can’t explain it, hence why it’s ended up on my shelf of recommendations. it scratches and pleases a deep, desperate itch in my brain. maybe it’s the age gap, who knows?
this writer has a talent for making us - or, me. - claw at something forbidden in an almost hungry advance. the sinner doing the sinning. and goddamn, i’m impressed. n i bet shakespeare is too. well, he fuckin’ better be.
the characters are imperfect and selfish and lustful, but oh my god i love them. add on dilf!jk with his slutty, unbuttoned shirts and you have me sold.
@lovieku you are such an amazing writer. you have such a way with how you express. do not underestimate that. i am beyond excited to see your future works :)
masterpiece. but what the fuck was that ending.
( ♛ ) HABITS OF A CLANDESTINE NATURE — by @alphabetboyluvr
!! college!jk x female!oc | 16k !!
rich!jk, waitress!oc, enemies to lovers, smut (18+).
he got, he got away! he got away! he got away! he’s got a way, he’s got a way! awayyyyheyeyyyyheyyy! yea, but didn’t manage to escape a 460-year-old poet, nor me.. so..
clementines, fruit trees, the sound of innocent laughter, wind chimes, a sheer blur of colour, soft hands. things that come to mind whenever i am reminded of this fic. a solid and beautiful depiction of hurt and love and everything in between.
this writer knew straight off the bat how to sell this pair to the audience. how to capture us and string us along for the journey of two hurting, longing and hurting all over again. shakespeare bought the hanging fruit that’s for damn sure… me too then, perhaps.
the vision for this story is perfect to me. i almost want to give the writer a kiss on the forehead.
i did write down one quote; used from the story. a way to sum it all up. “the perfect place to get lost. the perfect place to get found, too.”
if you’re looking for somewhere to get lost, i hope this satisfies that need. i also hope i come back to read this every once in a while. for old times sake. to get found again.
( ♬ ) GUILTY AS SIN — by @gldrushh
!! brother in law!jungkook x widow!reader | 32k !!
forbidden love!au, smut (18+), angst.
“it began to lose its meaning. healing. as if it were something—a destination you could stumble upon.” oh, don’t even talk to me. people died. shakepeare died. april 23rd 1616.
god, this story is just so raw in and of itself - perfectly depicting the human experience of love and loss. inevitable and sometimes unexpected. i was - n still remain - in awe.
i crossed by this fic unexpectedly and i’m so glad that whatever butterfly effect led me to finding this succeeded, but damn that action also had consequences… like real bad… haha….
i want to cry every time this fic crosses my mind. dramatic? lil bit. but when you read it, holy shit - this will make sense to you young’uns. in due time.
well, to be even more dramatic as such… my wounds from reading this are still fresh (i will sob don’t test me), so i hand the torch over to you to make of this story what you will.
please go into this fic with no expectations. go in willingly and just… fall into it. i will be on the other side when you resurface and i will definitely say something ironic.
like i told you so. xx.
( ♛ ) CALLING PRODUCER MIN YOONGI — by @bangtan-dreamland
!! yoongi x reader | 4.6k !!
strangers to lovers, just fluff all around.
now this is the bitch i aspire to be. dials random ass numbers of random ass strangers just to yap. oh yea, that’s my kinda girl. i just hope she knows she’s the coolest person ever to exist to me. i want to buy a star for her. a big, bright one.
i think i have said this before, but never ever underestimate the power of a drabble. a short fic of little can hold the weight of ten times that amount. especially this one (which i read that long ago but has ultimately ended up here - says it all tbh).
this fic is everything and more to me. i miss it when i’m not reading it, and i miss it when it’s right in front of me. it has me wanting to ring up random people in hopes of meeting my true love - which i won’t, but who knows what might happen?
also, to point out - the immense chemistry between these characters is off the charts. felt like i was intruding on my own phone call.
good dialogue? tick. amazing characterisation? tick. interesting plot? tick. has shakespeare wanting to never learn how to use a phone in case he puts this fic to shame? tick.
can i be honest? y’all stress me the fuck out! and you know who you are! starts with ‘j’ ends with ‘k’. the other one being ‘s’ ends with ‘e’. but one of you i like more and it’s not you, shakespeare.
the time it took me to finish this insanely crafted three-parter was embarrassingly short. (i think i formed a dent in my bed). so when i finished i was - obviously - heartbroken, so i did what every sane person does. i read all the drabbles. aaaand the tlp social media extras. and listened to the playlist. and cried. duh.
whilst all the fics on here deserve their own kdrama, i feel this one would ruin me completely. it’s weightlifting fairy kim bok joo all over again. it’s potential is there. like, c’mon screenwriters. i know you want to. or just pay me to do it.
the characters, the yearning, the friendship - immediately gets flashbacks… - ten’s across the board!
@awrkive is one to look out for. for real. i - along with everyone else here - will be tuning in. full volume.
oh yea, whilst we’re all still here. fuck that other guy. you know who you are! (no spoilers here).
( ♛ ) LET’S GET QUIZZICAL — by @taleasnewastime
!! jimin x f!reader | 28.6k !!
friends to lovers, angst, smut (18+).
sooooo… what i’m hearing is.. we all weren’t aware flo rida’s stage name is just florida with a space..? right? right.? cuz when you say it like that..
having been a victim of multiple pub quizzes in my past (haven’t won - yet!) the dialogue in this story was fucking perfect and scary real, depicting the anxiety, thrill and pure adrenaline running through your body as you rack your brain of every dumb fact you’ve ever read and hope it’s made a home somewhere up there.
not to mention you gotta trust your teammates like your life depends on it - cuz it fuckin’ does. n park jimin being one of them? the rest of the teams… y’all better not even bother showing up atp.
i thought the manor of the story being told through its settings was.. a slice of genius. so so cool and helped set the tone too. every time we transported back to the quiz i clutched my pearls in sheer relief.
also, i wish i could’ve highlighted angst in bold cause damn! you really hit us round the head with that one. and ofc i loved it, but damn. take notes, shakespeare. we don’t have to be killing characters off to ruin mk’s life. hm?
nothing less than spectacular from our @taleasnewastime.
( ♬ ) TRICKS OF THE TRADE — by @stutterfly
!! yoongi x reader | 24.1k !!
body swap!au, soulmates!au (you know me), smut (18+), humour.
peers down through speckled glasses, what’s next..? …oh god. sighs heavily and licks pen.
so i knew from the moment i read ‘body swap’ within the tags that this concept was gonna be so fuckin’ weird but so damn good. and low n behold, it didn’t disappoint. luckily i am a lover of fuckin’ weird.
this concept is so difficult to write. the foreign sensation of a different body and trying to channel each thought n emotions involved is complicated to convey, but this author did it so incredibly well.
also, not to be that person… but that smut… i’m gon’ be sleeping soooo well tonight let’s just say that lmfao. 100/10. might go back n read it when i’m done with this.
blushing… X
shakespeare couldn’t even fathom a story such as this - and we’re talking about the guy who once wrote about an incestuous relationship between a king and his daughter.
crazy work. you are so cool @stutterfly.
( ✎ ) TRIVIA LOVE — by @luxekook
!! namjoon x reader | 5.4k !!
non idol!au, smut (18+).
to quote myself from my reblog on feb 26 2020, “why was i smiling the whole way throughout this??” n you know what? hell yea i still stand by that!
this is the second pub quiz fic i have within this chapter (surprisingly, but not disappointing), but the circumstances cannot be more different.
the first group i would join, perhaps even rally with a little. but if i’m ever attending a pub night and these mother fuckers are in tow, best believe i’m leaving. they’re not ones to fuck with yo. they have $20 to win. they mean war.
since we’re at the end, and i’m 100% convinced nobody is still reading these, soooo… i can speak my truth. someone get me on joon’s lap. you gon’ be calling me cinderella cuz it’s gonna fit perfectly by midnight bro. on the dot.
this is - n will always be - a classic to me. one that i will always return to eventually. i can dress up all i want with these big fics, but these smaller ones are always a guilty pleasure.
like cinderella returning to her mice friends (or whatever), i will always come back to @luxekook and their stories.
forever xoxo.
MARKNEE’S SPECIAL MENTIONS:
caught my attention, and deserve their flowers.
( ♬ ) THE DEVIL SKATES ON THIN ICE — by @vankoya
!! yoongi x reader | 60.5k !!
winter sports!au, fluff, angst, humour.
my love life also skates on thin ice. lmfao. especially after this.
( ✎ ) KNOCKED — by @sailoryooons
!! streamer!seokjin x f!reader | 10.6k !!
roommates to lovers, smut (18+), humour.
more like she’s about to knock him out.
( ♬ ) NEFARIOUS — by @yoonia
!! jimin x f!reader | 39.2k !!
sex club!au, gentlemen club!au, smut (18+).
lets out a long sigh. won’t be in a rush to forget this one.
