Discover Top Posts Tagged with #bts jk

My favorite music video genre.

#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #jeon jungkook #bts jk

Wrong Passenger | JJK

Summary: The road trip was supposed to be with your best friend. Instead, you're stuck driving 500km with Jungkook—her infuriating older brother and the one person you love arguing with.

Genre: Enemies to Lovers • Road Trip Romance • Smut

Pairing: Jungkook × Reader

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content • Strong Language • Sexual Tension • Rough Scenes • Mild Angst • Fingering

Listen To:

ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ☾ ˖°˖☆ ˖°˖☽ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ☾ ˖°˖☆ ˖°˖☽ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ

The plan had been simple.

You and your best friend had been talking about this music festival for months. The only downside? It was nearly 500 kilometers away.

Instead of taking a train or booking a flight, the two of you had agreed on something much more exciting—a road trip.

Just the two of you.

A whole weekend filled with loud music, overpriced gas station snacks, singing at the top of your lungs.

At least, that had been the plan.

You carried the last cooler out of the house, carefully placing it into the trunk of your car next to your already packed duffel bag.

"Perfect," you mumbled, shutting the trunk with a satisfied grin.

Your phone suddenly buzzed in your pocket.

The caller ID made you smile.

Mina ❤️

"Hey, I'm just about to head over to your place."

Silence.

"...Y/N."

The smile on your face slowly faded. "You sound way too serious."

"I know... and I'm really, really sorry."

Your stomach dropped. "What happened?"

You heard her sigh on the other end. "My manager just called. One of my coworkers called in sick, and they need me to cover the entire weekend."

You frowned. "What? No. Tell them you already have plans."

"I tried."

"And?"

"They basically told me it wasn't optional."

You closed your eyes, rubbing your forehead."You've got to be kidding me."

"I wish I was."

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

"So..." you muttered. "I guess I'm going alone."

"Actually..." Mina hesitated. "I already found someone to take my place."

You froze. "...What?"

"I didn't want you driving all that way by yourself."

"Mina."

"So... I asked my brother."

Your grip on the phone tightened. "...Which brother?" She had 2 brothers.

"...Jungkook."

You stared at your driveway. "Mina."

"He already agreed!"

"Mina."

"He should be there any minute now."

Your eye twitched. "I would literally rather drive five hundred kilometers alone than spend a weekend trapped in a car with your brother."

A nervous laugh echoed through the speaker. "Yeah... he kind of said the same thing about you."

Before you could answer, the sound of a car pulling into your driveway made you slowly look up.

A black SUV rolled to a stop in front of your house. The driver's door opened.

Jungkook.

Hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie, looking just as unimpressed as you felt.

You stood there for a second, completely frozen, hoping this was some kind of joke. It wasn't. Jungkook shut the driver's door behind him, slinging a backpack over one shoulder before glancing at you with the same indifferent expression he always wore around you.

A frustrated sigh escaped your lips.

Of all the people Mina could have asked, it had to be him.

You and Jungkook had never gotten along. Ever since the day you met him, every conversation somehow turned into an argument. One sarcastic remark always led to another until one of you walked away annoyed. You couldn't remember a single interaction that hadn't ended with at least one eye roll, a scoff, or a muttered insult.

Which was exactly why none of this made any sense.

Why had he agreed?

He disliked you just as much as you disliked him.

You marched across the driveway until only a few steps separated you, crossing your arms tightly over your chest.

"I'm not getting in a car with you."

Jungkook barely reacted. His eyes briefly met yours before he looked past you at the packed trunk. "Hello to you too."

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

Your jaw clenched. "No way in hell am I spending an entire weekend trapped with you."

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and somehow that irritated you even more.

"Trust me," he said calmly, "it wasn't exactly my first choice either."

"Then why are you here?"

He shrugged as if it wasn't worth discussing. "Mina asked."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

You let out a humorless laugh, throwing your hands in the air. "Unbelievable."

He watched your little outburst without saying a word, almost amused by how quickly you were losing your patience.

"You could've just said no."

"And leave my sister worrying about you driving five hundred kilometers alone?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I would've been perfectly fine."

"I'm sure you would've."

The hint of disbelief in his voice made your blood boil.

"I don't need you to babysit me."

"And I don't remember offering."

Silence settled between you, thick enough to cut with a knife. You glared at him while he simply stared back, unfazed as always. Somehow that calm expression of his was more infuriating than if he had argued back.

Your phone buzzed again.

Mina. You answered immediately.

"Tell me you came to your senses and sent him home."

Instead, all you heard was your best friend's guilty sigh.

"Mina," you said through gritted teeth, pinching the bridge of your nose as you turned your back to Jungkook. "Tell me this isn't actually happening."

"I know, I know," she sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. "Please don't be mad."

"Oh, I'm way past mad."

"I just... I didn't want you driving all that way by yourself."

"I would've survived."

"I know you would've," she replied softly, "but I'd spend the entire weekend worrying. At least with Jungkook there, I know you'll be safe."

You glanced over your shoulder.

Jungkook hadn't interrupted once. He simply stood beside his car, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, giving you the space to finish the call.

"Mina, you know I can't stand him."

"I know."

"And he can't stand me."

"I know."

"We argue about literally everything."

"I know."

"Then why would you do this to us?"

A quiet laugh escaped her before she immediately caught herself. "I'm sorry."

You let out a long, exhausted breath, closing your eyes for a moment. The silence stretched between the two of you until Mina spoke again, her voice noticeably smaller. "..Please?"

You'd known Mina long enough to recognize when she genuinely felt bad, and right now she sounded absolutely miserable.

Your shoulders slowly dropped. "You owe me."

"I know."

"If this weekend ends with one of us getting arrested, I'm blaming you."

She laughed, relief flooding her voice. "I'll take full responsibility."

You shook your head, unable to suppress the small smile threatening to appear. "You're unbelievable."

"I love you too."

"Yeah, yeah."

After ending the call, you stared at your phone for another second before slipping it back into your pocket.

This was, without question, the worst idea Mina had ever had.

With a defeated sigh, you grabbed the handle of your suitcase and dragged it toward Jungkook's SUV.

He watched you approach without saying anything, though one corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly.

"I wouldn't smile if I were you," you muttered, stopping beside the trunk. You shot him a glare sharp enough to kill.

He simply reached for your suitcase. "I've got it."

"I can carry my own bag."

"I'm aware."

"Then don't touch it."

Ignoring your protest entirely, he lifted it into the trunk with effortless ease before closing it.

Jungkook leaned against the car for a second before looking at you. "Ready?"

You looked from him to the passenger seat, then back again.

A whole weekend. Five hundred kilometers. One car.

You had a feeling this was going to be the longest—and most exhausting—weekend of your life.

The first twenty minutes passed in complete silence. The only sounds filling the car were the steady hum of the engine and the occasional rush of passing traffic as other vehicles sped by. The highway stretched endlessly ahead, disappearing into the horizon beneath a cloudless sky.

You rested your elbow against the door, absentmindedly watching the scenery blur past the window. Fields, bridges, exit signs—it all looked the same after a while.

You stole a glance at Jungkook. One hand rested loosely on the steering wheel while the other tapped lightly against his thigh to a rhythm only he seemed to hear. His gaze never left the road, his expression calm and unreadable.

With a quiet sigh, you reached toward the dashboard and switched on the radio.

Music instantly filled the car.

A pop song. You wrinkled your nose. "No."

A country song. "Absolutely not."

Heavy metal. You grimaced. "Seriously?"

Station after station, your finger continued pressing the button, giving each song barely two seconds before dismissing it.

A soft scoff escaped Jungkook, though he kept his eyes fixed on the road. "You always this picky?"

You ignored him and skipped another station.

A love song. "Ew."

Just as your thumb reached for the button again, a warm hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist.

The unexpected contact made your breath catch.

Without looking away from the road, Jungkook gently but firmly pushed your hand away from the radio.

"Leave it." His voice was calm, almost lazy, but carried enough authority to make you pause.

You slowly turned your head, staring at him in disbelief before looking down at where his hand still rested against yours. "So now you get to decide what we listen to?"

"I get to decide that we actually listen to something before you skip it after two seconds."

"I knew you had terrible taste."

"And I knew you had no patience."

You folded your arms across your chest, leaning back into the passenger seat with an exaggerated huff. "This song is awful."

Jungkook merely allowed the smallest hint of a smile to tug at the corner of his mouth.

"You know," he said after a moment, "for someone who didn't want to come with me, you seem awfully comfortable acting like you own the passenger seat."

You let out a dry laugh. "And for someone who supposedly didn't want to come either... you're smiling way too much."

"I smile when I'm entertained."

"And what's entertaining?"

He finally glanced at you for the briefest second. "You."

That single word lingered in the air far longer than either of you expected.

Silence settled over the car once again, heavier than before. Neither of you made another attempt to speak, almost as if an unspoken agreement had been made. You turned your attention back to the window, pretending to be fascinated by the endless stretch of highway rushing past. Beside you, Jungkook remained focused on the road.

You were determined to ignore him.

And judging by his complete lack of interest in starting another argument, he seemed equally determined to ignore you.

At least, that's what it looked like.

Every now and then, almost against your own will, your eyes drifted toward him. Just a quick glance. Nothing more. The way the sunlight filtered through the windshield, catching the dark strands of his hair. The relaxed grip he had on the steering wheel. The quiet concentration written across his face.

The moment your gaze lingered a second too long, he glanced in your direction. Your eyes snapped back to the window.

There was something strangely unsettling about sharing such a confined space with someone for hours. You became hyperaware of every movement he made—the subtle shift of his shoulders, the quiet sigh that escaped him, the way he adjusted his hand on the steering wheel. It was impossible not to notice him.

You looked over once more, only to find his eyes already on you. Then he looked back at the road as though nothing had happened.

You frowned.

"If you're going to keep staring," you muttered, still looking out the window, "at least try to be subtle."

A brief chuckle escaped him. "I was about to say the exact same thing to you."

You turned your head, narrowing your eyes. "I wasn't staring."

"No?" One brow arched ever so slightly. "Then why do you keep looking at me?"

"I was checking if your eyes were still on the road."

"Mhm."

"They were."

"Good to know."

You scoffed, folding your arms tighter across your chest. "You're insufferable."

"And yet," he replied with the faintest hint of amusement in his voice, "you've looked at me at least six times in the last ten minutes."

Heat crept into your cheeks before you could stop it. "I have not."

"You have." His lips curled into a smug smile.

You tore your gaze away from him before he could notice the faint warmth creeping into your cheeks. It was ridiculous, really. You'd known Jungkook for years—through Mina, family dinners, birthdays, and countless occasions where your paths had inevitably crossed. If there was one thing you had never denied, even to yourself, it was that he was attractive. Painfully so. The kind of attractive people couldn't help but stare at. Dark eyes, effortless confidence, an annoyingly pretty smile.

Unfortunately, his personality had always managed to overshadow all of that.

Or at least, that's what you liked to tell yourself.

His arrogance, his sarcastic remarks, the way he always seemed to know exactly which buttons to push—it was enough to make you forget every objectively attractive thing about him within seconds. He had an infuriating talent for getting under your skin, and somehow that had become the only thing you associated him with.

Still...

Being trapped in a car with him for hours made it surprisingly difficult to ignore the details you usually overlooked. The way the sunlight caught the soft strands of his dark hair whenever the car passed beneath an opening in the trees. The veins running along his forearm as his hand rested casually on the steering wheel. Even the quiet concentration on his face as he drove was... annoyingly attractive.

You frowned at yourself.

Get it together.

Maybe that was exactly why the two of you had never gotten along. Every conversation somehow turned into a competition. It didn't matter how harmless it started—within minutes, one sarcastic comment would lead to another until the two of you were arguing over something completely ridiculous. Neither of you ever backed down. Neither of you ever admitted defeat.

"You know," you said, absentmindedly tracing your finger along the edge of the window, "for someone who claims to be bored, you're awfully invested in counting how many times I look at you."

Jungkook's grip shifted on the steering wheel. "You were making it easy."

You turned to him with an incredulous expression. "So now it's my fault?"

"I didn't say that."

"You did."

A quiet sigh escaped him, one that sounded suspiciously close to amusement.

"See?" he said. "This."

"What?"

"This is exactly why talking to you is exhausting."

You stared at him. "Talking to me is exhausting?"

He finally glanced at you, one eyebrow raised. "Did I stutter?"

A disbelieving laugh escaped your lips. "That's rich coming from someone whose personality consists of being annoyingly arrogant."

"I'm not arrogant."

"You absolutely are."

He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "You're stubborn."

You folded your arms across your chest. "I'm not."

Jungkook looked at you for a brief moment before the corners of his mouth twitched upward.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance, turning away ore he could see the reluctant smile threatening to appear.

"I hate you."

His answer came without hesitation. "I know."

"...Good."

"Good."

The tension inside the SUV had become almost tangible, stretching between the two of you like a wire pulled too tight. Every glance lingered a little too long, every sarcastic remark carried a little more weight than it should have. There wasn't a single conversation the two of you could have without it ending in an argument. It was almost impressive.

Mina had once jokingly compared the two of you to magnets with the wrong poles—destined to push each other away no matter how close you got.

She wasn't wrong.

You couldn't stand the way Jungkook always had an answer for everything. The infuriating calmness in his voice. The confidence that bordered on cockiness. The stupid little smirk that appeared whenever he knew he'd gotten under your skin.

And judging by the way he occasionally glanced in your direction before looking away again, the feeling seemed entirely mutual.

Neither of you understood the other. Neither of you particularly wanted to.

Yet somehow, after barely two hours on the road, you already knew one thing for certain.

Five hundred kilometers had never sounded so painfully long.

The highway had grown noticeably quieter by the time the fuel warning light flickered onto the dashboard. The digital clock read 9:53 p.m., and exhaustion had begun to settle over both of you. Even your arguments had lost some of their fire, replaced by tired sighs and the occasional sarcastic remark.

Without saying a word, Jungkook steered the SUV toward the next gas station and parked beside an empty pump. He switched off the engine before unbuckling his seatbelt.

"We need gas," he said, glancing at the fuel gauge. Then his eyes met yours for the first time in several minutes. "Look for a motel while I fill up. I'm not driving all night."

You nodded, already unlocking your phone. "Fine."

Jungkook stepped out, letting the door fall shut behind him, leaving you alone with nothing but the glow of your screen.

You opened several booking apps, your thumb scrolling through one accommodation after another. Most were either fully booked or outrageously expensive. The few affordable ones had ratings bad enough to make you question whether you'd wake up with all your belongings still there.

After a few more minutes, one listing finally caught your attention.

"...You've got to be kidding me."

Only one room remaining.

You stared at the screen for a long second before rubbing your temples.

Out of every possible scenario, this had to happen.

The passenger door opened, pulling you from your thoughts. Jungkook slid back into the driver's seat, setting a small plastic bag on the center console before fastening his seatbelt.

"Find anything?" he asked as he started the engine.

"...Yeah."

He glanced at you briefly. "Well?"

You hesitated. "There's a motel about an hour from here."

"Sounds good."

"...There's only one room left."

For the first time in a while, he actually looked at you. "So?"

You blinked. "So?"

"Yeah."

You stared at him in disbelief. "Jungkook, there's one room."

"I heard you."

"...Meaning we'd have to share it."

He shrugged as though you had just informed him it might rain tomorrow. "And?"

"And?" you repeated, almost laughing. "That's your response?"

He pulled out of the gas station and merged back onto the highway. "I don't see the issue."

You looked at him as though he'd completely lost his mind. "I do."

"It's one night."

"One night in the same room."

Another shrug. "If it bothers you that much, I'll sleep on the floor."

You frowned.

"I've slept in worse places." His answer was so casual it almost irritated you more than if he'd argued back.

"You really don't care?"

"No."

You let out an exasperated sigh, leaning back against your seat. "This is literally my worst-case scenario."

A quiet chuckle escaped him. "I figured."

"I was looking forward to having at least one place where I didn't have to look at your face."

He smirked without taking his eyes off the road. "That's a shame."

"And don't think sleeping on the floor suddenly makes you some kind of gentleman."

"I wasn't trying to." His calmness only made your frustration worse.

With an irritated huff, you folded your arms across your chest and looked out the window again.

One more hour until you would be forced to spend the night in the same motel room as the one person you could barely tolerate.

This weekend just kept getting better.

You buried yourself in your own frustration, stubbornly staring out the passenger window as the headlights carved through the darkness ahead. The thought of sharing a motel room with Jungkook replayed in your head over and over again, each time sounding worse than the last.

Just as you were mentally preparing yourself for what would undoubtedly be the most uncomfortable night of your life, Jungkook cleared his throat.

"Oh," he said casually, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. "I almost forgot."

You didn't bother looking at him. "What now?"

"I brought you something."

Your brows knitted together. Slowly, you turned your head. "What?"

Without another word, he reached for the plastic bag resting between the seats and pulled out a familiar can before placing it carefully in the cup holder beside you.

Your favorite energy drink.

Then came a bag of your favorite chips. And finally, the chocolate bar you always bought whenever you stopped at a convenience store.

You stared at the small pile in silence, your mind taking a second longer than usual to process what you were looking at. "...What is this?"

"I told you," Jungkook replied simply. "I brought you something."

You blinked. "I... didn't ask you to."

"I know."

"Then why did you buy it?"

He shrugged, his eyes never leaving the road ahead. "You forgot to." His answer caught you completely off guard.

"You noticed?"

"You were too busy looking for a motel."

A quiet silence followed. Your gaze drifted back down to the snacks.

He had bought your favorites.

"How did you even know these are my favorites?"

This time, Jungkook actually glanced at you before returning his attention to the road. "You always buy them."

"I do?"

"Every time Mina drags us into a convenience store. A faint smile tugged at the corner of Jungkook's mouth.

You shook your head, trying to suppress the small smile threatening to betray you. "I still think you're annoying."

For the first time since the trip had begun, the corners of your lips lifted ever so slightly.

Long enough for Jungkook to catch it.

You couldn't explain why, but the gesture stayed with you.

It wasn't the snacks themselves. It was the fact that he had remembered. Somewhere between years of sarcastic remarks, eye rolls, and endless arguments, Jungkook had somehow noticed the little things about you—the same way you had absentmindedly remembered his favorite banana milk.

The realization unsettled you more than you cared to admit.

Your fingers curled around the cold can of your energy drink as you stared at it for a moment before quietly opening it. The familiar hiss broke the silence inside the car, followed by a small sip.

"...Thanks," you said, your voice noticeably softer than before.

Jungkook kept his eyes on the road.

Another brief silence settled between you.

"I just..." You looked down at the can in your hands. "I wasn't expecting that."

He shrugged lightly. "It wasn't a big deal."

But somehow it felt like one.

"So..." he said, his tone unusually relaxed. "Which artist are you looking forward to seeing the most?"

You blinked, surprised by the genuine question.

"The Rose," you answered without hesitation. "I've wanted to see them live for years."

He nodded thoughtfully. "They're good."

You looked at him. "You know them?"

He gave you a sideways glance. "What? You think I only listen to gym playlists?"

A quiet laugh escaped you before you could stop it. "I kind of did."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

You smiled faintly, shaking your head. "What about you?"

He thought for a second. "Probably DPR Ian."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"I honestly didn't expect that."

He laughed again, this time without a sarcastic remark to follow.

The conversation continued surprisingly naturally after that. You talked about previous concerts, embarrassing festival experiences, terrible food at music venues, and the absurd prices of merchandise. Every now and then one of you would tease the other, but it never escalated into one of your usual arguments. There were no sharp remarks, no need to prove who was right, no stubborn refusal to let the other finish a sentence.

It was... nice.

An hour later, the glowing neon sign of the motel finally appeared at the side of the road.

Jungkook pulled into the nearly empty parking lot before switching off the engine. "We're here."

You glanced outside. The building had definitely seen better days. The faded sign buzzed quietly above the reception office, and the pale red lights along the balconies flickered every few seconds. It wasn't exactly inviting, but after nearly 4 hours on the road, you doubted either of you cared anymore.

Inside the reception, check-in took less than five minutes. The elderly receptionist handed Jungkook a single keycard with a polite smile. "Room twelve. End of the hallway."

You exchanged a quick glance with Jungkook.

One room.

The room wasn't luxurious by any means, but clean enough for one night. A queen-sized bed occupied most of the space, a small wooden nightstand stood between the bed and the wall, and an old television hung opposite it. Near the window sat a tiny round table with two mismatched chairs, while a narrow door led into a surprisingly tidy bathroom. The wallpaper looked slightly faded, and the air carried the faint scent of fresh linen mixed with industrial cleaner, but after a full day of driving, it felt more than acceptable.

You slowly set your bag beside the bed before turning to Jungkook.

Neither of you said a word.

Your eyes moved from the bed to him.

And suddenly, the peaceful drive during the last hour didn't seem nearly as important anymore.

You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to look anywhere but at him.

"I... I'm going to change," you mumbled, reaching for your overnight bag. "I'm not sleeping in jeans."

Jungkook, who had just set his backpack down beside the wall, gave a small nod. "Go ahead."

Without another word, you disappeared into the bathroom, quietly locking the door behind you.

The moment you were alone, you let out a long, exhausted breath. Your palms rested against the edge of the sink as you stared at your own reflection.

The cool bathroom light only emphasized how tired you looked. Your hair was slightly messy from hours in the car, and there were faint signs of exhaustion beneath your eyes.

You inhaled slowly...

You closed your eyes for a brief moment, trying to ignore the uncomfortable knot forming in your stomach. It wasn't fear—far from it. It was simply the awkwardness of the situation. You and Jungkook could barely survive a ten-minute conversation without arguing.

Now you were expected to share a room.

"Fantastic," you muttered under your breath.

After changing into an oversized T-shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts, you splashed some cold water on your face before finally unlocking the door.

You stepped into the room and immediately froze.

Jungkook stood a few feet away with his back facing you, apparently in the middle of changing his shirt.

Broad shoulders. Defined muscles stretching beneath warm skin. Dark ink traced across his arm and continued over his shoulder blade. The tattoos caught your attention before you could stop yourself, intricate against the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

Your breath hitched almost imperceptibly.

Oh... God.

Every coherent thought vanished from your mind.

You had always known Jungkook was painfully attractive.

Your eyes lingered a second longer than they should have.

"You're staring." His voice broke through your thoughts so suddenly that you nearly jumped.

Before you could deny it, Jungkook turned around, one eyebrow raised as he met your gaze. There wasn't any mockery in his expression—just the faintest hint of amusement.

Heat instantly rushed to your face. "I wasn't staring," you replied far too quickly.

His lips curved into a subtle smile. "No?"

"No."

He folded his shirt over one shoulder, clearly unconvinced. "You've been standing there for at least ten seconds."

"I was..." You searched desperately for an excuse, your eyes flicking anywhere but directly at him. "...thinking."

"About my back?"

You groaned, covering your face with one hand. "Can you not make this worse?"

A quiet laugh escaped him. "I didn't say anything."

"You didn't have to."

For a brief moment, neither of you spoke. Then Jungkook reached for a clean T-shirt lying on the bed and slipped it on without another comment.

He had caught you looking.

And judging by the amused smile he wore as he sat down on the edge of the bed...

He wasn't going to let you forget it anytime soon.

You climbed into bed without another word, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders as you settled onto the far edge of the mattress. Every movement felt oddly calculated, as if getting too comfortable would somehow make the situation even more real.

Across the room, Jungkook grabbed one of the spare blankets from the closet and spread it across the carpet before placing a pillow beneath his head.

Just like he'd said he would. He simply made himself comfortable—or at least, he tried to.

The room fell silent.

The only sound was the quiet hum of the old air conditioner struggling against the summer heat.

You stared at the ceiling, hands folded beneath the blanket, but sleep refused to come.

His broad shoulders. The defined muscles across his back. The dark tattoos on his arm.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

Seriously?

Of all the things your brain could replay, it had chosen that.

A quiet rustling pulled you from your thoughts. You glanced toward the floor.

Jungkook shifted onto his side before letting out a low sigh.

A minute later, he turned again. The blanket crinkled beneath him every time he moved.

Apparently, the floor wasn't nearly as comfortable as he'd made it sound.

He stretched one arm beneath his head, adjusted the pillow, then quietly muttered something under his breath before rolling onto his back again.

You watched him for another moment.

A small knot of guilt settled in your chest.

You weren't heartless.

Another few minutes passed.

You finally let out a quiet breath. "...Jungkook."

His movements stopped. "Hm?"

You hesitated, almost regretting opening your mouth. "...Come up here before you throw your back out."

He slowly lifted his head to look at you. "Are you sure?"

You nodded, avoiding his eyes. "Yeah."

He raised an eyebrow. "I thought sharing a room was already your worst nightmare."

"It still is."

A faint smile tugged at his lips. "Then what changed?"

You sat up with an exaggerated sigh. "I'm trying to be a decent human being."

He chuckled softly. "That's new."

You shot him a look. "Don't make me change my mind."

"I'm getting up."

He pushed himself off the floor and walked over to the other side of the bed while you immediately reached for every spare pillow you could find.

"What are you doing?" he asked, watching with clear amusement.

One by one, you stacked the pillows down the center of the mattress, carefully creating a ridiculously uneven barrier between your side and his.

You took one last pillow and squeezed it into the gap with a satisfied nod. "There."

Jungkook stared at your creation for several seconds before letting out an unexpected laugh. "You are such a child."

"It's called setting boundaries."

He climbed into bed anyway, careful not to disturb your masterpiece. "I wasn't planning on invading your side."

"Good." You couldn't help the tiny smile tugging at your lips.

Jungkook settled onto his back, folding one arm behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling. "You know," he said after a moment, "that wall isn't going to stop me if I decide to cross."

You turned your head so quickly you nearly knocked one of the pillows over. "What?"

A grin spread across his face. "I'm kidding."

You glared at him. "You're not funny."

"I thought it was."

"Go to sleep."

"Yes, ma'am."

You rolled your eyes before turning onto your side, facing away from him.

The room fell quiet once more.

You lay there in the heavy silence, the makeshift pillow wall a flimsy shield against the growing awareness of him. The air felt thicker now, charged with the kind of tension that made your skin prickle. Despite your best efforts, your mind kept replaying fragments of the evening—the way his muscles had flexed under the dim light, the dark ink trailing down his skin. You squeezed your eyes shut, annoyed at your own weakness.

A low, amused hum broke the quiet. Jungkook shifted onto his side, the mattress dipping under his weight as he faced the barrier. His voice cut through the darkness, smooth but edged with that signature arrogance.

"You know," he said, his tone lazy yet pointed, "I saw the way you were staring at me earlier. When you came out of the bathroom. Couldn't keep your eyes off my back... or lower." He let out a soft, mocking chuckle. "What was it, exactly? The tattoos? Or were you imagining what else was hiding under those sweatpants?"

Your eyes snapped open, heat rushing to your face in a fierce blend of embarrassment and indignation. Your heart stuttered, then raced, a confusing knot of irritation twisting in your chest. How dare he call you out like that—especially when you’d been trying so hard to forget it yourself?

"You’re delusional," you shot back, your voice sharper than intended, though it wavered slightly. You turned toward the pillows, glaring at the shadowed outline of his face. "I wasn’t staring. And even if I glanced, it was only because you were taking up half the room like the arrogant prick you are."

Jungkook’s grin was audible in his reply, low and provocative. "Liar. Your eyes lingered. I felt it." He reached out, his fingers lightly tracing the top of one pillow as if testing its stability. The casual movement sent an unwelcome spark through you, your body betraying your words with a subtle flush of warmth. "It’s cute how you’re pretending you hate every second of this. But that little pause you had... tells me otherwise."

You sat up slightly, propping yourself on one elbow, the blanket slipping down your shoulders. Frustration simmered beneath your skin, mingling with an unwanted flicker of heat low in your stomach. Part of you wanted to shove the entire pillow wall onto him. Another part—the traitorous one—wondered what would happen if you didn’t.

"Don’t flatter yourself," you muttered, though your gaze involuntarily traced the strong line of his shoulder visible above the pillows. "I still can’t stand you. This doesn’t change anything. You’re still the same insufferable jerk who drives me insane."

He laughed quietly, the sound rich and annoyingly attractive in the dark. "Yeah? Then why’s your voice shaking?" Jungkook’s eyes locked onto yours through the narrow gap, dark and intense, holding a challenge that made your pulse thunder. "Keep telling yourself that. But I bet if I knocked this pathetic wall down right now, you wouldn’t stop me as fast as you’d like."

The words hung between you, thick with suggestion. Your breath hitched, a confusing rush of anger and reluctant desire warring inside you. You hated how your body reacted—skin tingling, thighs pressing together instinctively—while your mind screamed at you to push back.

"Try it," you challenged softly, your tone defiant even as heat pooled deeper. "And I’ll make sure you regret it."

Jungkook’s smirk deepened, but he didn’t move closer. Instead, he settled back against his pillow, watching you with that maddening mix of amusement. "We’ll see about that."

The room fell quiet again, but the peace was gone. Tension crackled in the air, the pillow barrier suddenly feeling far too insignificant against the pull of emotions neither of you wanted to name.

The tension in the room had grown almost unbearable, thick and electric, pressing down on your chest like a physical weight. Every breath felt heavier, the air between you charged with something dangerous and unspoken. The pillow wall, once a childish declaration of boundaries, now seemed laughably fragile—a pathetic attempt to hold back the inevitable.

You lay rigid on your side, staring at the shadowed ceiling, but your mind refused to quiet. Every inch of you was hyper-aware of him: the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth radiating across the divide, the low, mocking timbre of his voice still echoing in your ears. God, you wanted to forget it all—the arguments, the resentment, the years of mutual irritation. You wanted to reach out, tear the pillows away, and let the storm break. But you hesitated, fingers clutching the blanket as if it could anchor you.

"Still pretending?" Jungkook murmured after a long silence, his voice low and rough, laced with that infuriating smugness. He shifted closer to the barrier, the mattress creaking softly under him. "I can practically hear you thinking over there. What's it going to take for you to admit you're curious?"

You turned sharply toward the pillows, heart pounding furiously against your ribs. Anger flared hot and familiar, a shield you desperately needed. "Curious? About you?" you snapped, though your voice came out breathier than you intended, betraying the heat pooling low in your belly. "Don't make me laugh. You're the last person I'd ever want like that. Arrogant, self-absorbed—"

"Yet you couldn't stop staring," he interrupted, cutting through your tirade with effortless precision. A soft chuckle followed, dark and velvety. "Your eyes were practically devouring me earlier. Tell me, did you like what you saw? Because I sure as hell noticed."

The words sent a fresh wave of embarrassment crashing over you, mingling with a traitorous spark of desire that made your thighs press together instinctively. You hated him for it—for seeing through you so easily, for making your body react when your mind screamed to push him away. Everything inside you was screaming for him right now: the ache building between your legs, the way your skin flushed with need, the overwhelming urge to rip that ridiculous wall down and feel his hands on you.

"Shut up," you hissed, sitting up abruptly and hugging your knees to your chest. Your hands trembled slightly as you adjusted one of the pillows, reinforcing the barrier even as you longed to destroy it. "This doesn't change anything. I still can't stand you. You're infuriating, Jungkook. Always have been."

He propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes gleaming in the faint moonlight slipping through the curtains. The smirk on his lips was visible even in the dimness, but there was something hungrier beneath it now, a tension mirroring your own. "Yeah? Then why are you breathing like that?" he asked, his voice dropping lower, rougher. "Why haven't you told me to fuck off and sleep on the floor again?"

You opened your mouth to retort, but the words caught in your throat. The atmosphere refused to shift, no matter how much you tried to cling to the familiar comfort of arguments. The charged silence wrapped around you both, heavy with unspoken want, making every small movement feel intimate and loaded.

"I... I should," you whispered finally, frustration and longing twisting together in your chest. Your gaze lingered on the strong column of his neck, the way his shirt clung to his shoulders.

Jungkook watched you intently, his own breathing uneven now. "But you won't," he said softly, almost like a dare. "Because deep down, you feel it too. And it's driving you crazy."

The tension stretched tighter, almost unbearable, the air thick with possibility and resentment. Neither of you moved to break the wall, but the mood between you had irrevocably changed—heated, restless, and impossible to ignore.

Your heart hammered relentlessly, a chaotic rhythm of resentment and raw, unwanted desire. You wanted to hate him—needed to—but your body betrayed you at every turn, aching in ways that left you dizzy and frustrated.

Jungkook’s eyes never left yours through the narrow gap in the pillows. Slowly, deliberately, he sat up fully, the mattress shifting under his weight. Without a word, he reached out and began pushing the pillows aside, one by one, his movements calm but insistent. The barrier you had so carefully built crumbled between you, exposing the small space that suddenly felt far too intimate.

“What are you doing?” you whispered sharply, though you made no move to stop him. Your voice trembled with a mix of defiance and anticipation.

“Getting tired of this game,” he murmured, sliding closer until his body hovered near yours. The heat from his skin radiated against you, intoxicating and dangerous. He leaned in, his broad shoulders blocking out the faint moonlight, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. “You’ve been fighting this all night… but I saw how you looked at me. Bet you’re already wet just thinking about it, aren’t you?”

His low, filthy words sent a violent shiver racing down your spine. Heat flooded your core, sharp and insistent, making your thighs clench involuntarily. You hated how easily he unraveled you, how his voice—husky and confident—made your breath hitch and your mind spiral.

“Jungkook…” you protested weakly, but the sound came out more like a plea. Your hands fisted the blanket, torn between shoving him away and pulling him closer.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your ear as he brushed his lips lightly along the sensitive skin just below it. “That’s what I thought,” he whispered, his voice dropping even lower, dripping with sin. “I bet if I slipped my hand between those pretty thighs right now, I’d find you soaked for me. All that attitude, and your body’s begging for my cock.”

A soft, involuntary whimper escaped your lips, equal parts fury and overwhelming need. Your cheeks burned, your pulse thundered in your ears, and every inch of you felt electrified. You hated him—God, you still hated him—but the ache between your legs had become unbearable, a throbbing emptiness that screamed for relief.

“I can’t stand you,” you gasped, even as your body leaned toward him, traitorous and desperate.

“I know,” he breathed against your ear, nipping lightly at your lobe. “But you want this anyway. Say it.”

The last of your resistance shattered. With a frustrated, needy sound, you turned your head and finally gave in. Jungkook didn’t hesitate. His hand cupped the back of your neck, firm and possessive, as he captured your mouth in a searing kiss.

The kiss was anything but gentle—hungry, demanding, and laced with all the pent-up irritation and desire that had been building between you. His lips moved against yours with bruising intensity, tongue sweeping in to claim you as his free hand slid down your side, gripping your hip and pulling you flush against his hard body. You moaned softly into his mouth, fingers tangling in his shirt, torn between digging your nails in and melting completely.

His kiss deepening as he pressed you back against the mattress, his weight settling over you in a way that made your head spun.

Jungkook’s mouth moved against yours with deliberate hunger, his tongue teasing and claiming until your head spun. When he finally pulled back, his breathing was ragged, dark eyes burning into yours with a mixture of irritation and raw desire.

Without breaking eye contact, he pushed your shirt higher, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room. His large hand cupped one breast, thumb brushing slowly over the sensitive nipple until it hardened under his touch. He leaned down, warm breath ghosting across your skin before his tongue flicked out, circling the peak with torturous patience.

You arched into him, a soft, reluctant moan slipping from your lips. “Jungkook…” The name came out half-warning, half-plea.

He hummed against your skin, then closed his mouth around the nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder, alternating between slow, sensual licks and sharp little bites that sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core. His fingers found your other nipple, rolling and pinching it with just enough pressure to make your thighs press together, seeking relief.

“You’re so sensitive here,” he murmured against your breast, voice low and rough. “Bet I could make you come just from this if I wanted to.”

Your fingers threaded through his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. The conflicting emotions swirled inside you—frustration, hatred, and a deep, aching need that refused to be ignored.

His hand began its descent, sliding down your stomach with deliberate slowness. He slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, fingers gliding over your soaked folds. A low groan escaped him.

“Fuck… you’re dripping,” he whispered hotly against your ear as one thick finger traced your entrance. “All this arguing and your body’s been aching for me the whole time.”

You bit your lip hard, refusing to answer, but your hips rolled forward instinctively. He pushed one finger inside you slowly, savoring the way your walls clenched around him. He curled it gently, stroking that sensitive spot with maddening precision while his thumb found your clit and began slow, teasing circles.

The sensation built gradually, wave after wave of heat spreading through your body. You moaned softly, hips moving in time with his hand as he added a second finger, stretching you open.

“Look at you,” he breathed, lips brushing your ear again. “Riding my fingers."

The filthy words made you clench harder around him. Your breathing grew ragged, pleasure coiling tighter in your belly. He kept the pace slow and deep, drawing it out until your thighs began to tremble.

When your orgasm finally washed over you, it was intense and shattering. You cried out, back arching as your walls pulsed around his fingers. He didn’t stop until every last tremor had faded, watching your face with dark satisfaction.

Before you could fully recover, Jungkook moved lower, pulling your pants and underwear completely off. He settled between your thighs, spreading them wide. His tongue replaced his fingers, licking a long, slow stripe up your center. You gasped sharply, fingers gripping the sheets.

He took his time—lapping at your folds, circling your clit with the flat of his tongue, then sucking it gently into his mouth. Every stroke was deliberate, every flick designed to drive you higher. He groaned against you, the vibrations sending fresh sparks through your overstimulated body.

“fuck,” you whimpered, one hand fisting his hair.

He pinned your hips down with strong hands, holding you in place as he devoured you with slow, devastating focus. Another orgasm built gradually, deeper this time, until it crashed over you in powerful waves. You came with a broken moan, thighs shaking around his head.

Jungkook didn’t give you time to recover. He stripped quickly, his cock hard and heavy, then flipped you onto your hands and knees. He gripped your hips hard and thrust into you in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

“Fuck— so tight,” he groaned, voice rough.

The sudden fullness was overwhelming. He felt impossibly deep, stretching you perfectly. He started thrusting hard and deep, hips slamming against your ass with every stroke. The angle allowed him to hit that sensitive spot relentlessly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body.

“Take it,” he snarled, one hand fisting your hair and pulling your head back. “Take every fucking inch like the stubborn little brat you are.”

You pushed back against him, meeting his brutal thrusts with equal force, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing loudly in the room. The hate and desire mixed into something explosive. Every harsh thrust sent you higher, your moans growing louder and more desperate.

He reached around and rubbed your clit roughly, pushing you toward the edge again. “Come on my cock. Let me feel how much you need this even though you can’t stand me.”

You came hard, walls clenching violently around him as stars burst behind your eyes. Jungkook growled in satisfaction but didn’t slow down.

He pulled out, turned you onto your side, and spooned behind you. Lifting your top leg high, he slid back inside you, the new angle letting him sink even deeper. His thrusts were slower but incredibly powerful, grinding against you with every stroke. One hand wrapped around your throat lightly, the other squeezing your breast as he fucked you with possessive intensity.

The position made every thrust feel intimate and devastating. Pleasure built slowly but intensely until you came again, trembling in his arms.

Jungkook stood and pulled you up. He pressed you against the wall, lifted one of your legs around his waist, and drove back into you with a single brutal thrust. The new position forced him impossibly deep. He fucked you hard against the wall, hips snapping forward with raw power, the cool surface contrasting sharply with the heat of his body.

“Such a good little slut for me,” he groaned, pounding into you mercilessly. “Taking my cock so well even though you can't stand me. Say it— tell me how much you love hating this.”

“Can't stand you,” you gasped between moans, nails digging into his shoulders. “I still fucking can't stand you”

Your words only seemed to spur him on. He fucked you harder, deeper, until another orgasm ripped through you.

Finally, he carried you to the armchair and sat down, pulling you on top. You sank onto his thick cock slowly, feeling every inch stretch you open again. Bracing your hands on his chest, you began riding him with fierce, rolling movements—grinding down hard, taking him as deep as possible.

Jungkook’s hands gripped your ass tightly, guiding your movements as he thrust up to meet you. “Ride me.” he demanded, voice strained with pleasure.

You moved faster, bouncing on his cock with desperate intensity. He slapped your ass sharply, the sting pushing you even closer to the edge. His dirty words never stopped—praising how tight you were, how wet you were, how perfectly you took him.

When your final orgasm hit, it was devastating. You clenched around him hard, moaning his name as waves of blinding pleasure crashed over you. Jungkook followed right after, burying himself deep and coming with a guttural groan, filling you completely.

You collapsed against his chest, both of you breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat. The intense mix of hatred and overwhelming pleasure left you trembling. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the weight of everything still unresolved between you.

Neither of you spoke for a long time

You remained collapsed against Jungkook’s chest, your breathing slowly returning to normal. His heart thundered beneath your cheek, strong and steady, while his arms stayed loosely wrapped around your waist. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and the faint trace of summer heat still lingering in the air. For several long minutes, neither of you moved or spoke. The silence felt heavier than any argument you’d ever had.

Reality began to creep back in, cold and unsettling. This was Jungkook—the man who had driven you insane for years. The arrogant, infuriating person you swore you couldn’t stand. And yet, here you were, still joined with him, your body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure you had never expected to feel with him.

You shifted slightly, intending to pull away, but his arms tightened for a brief moment before he let you go. You climbed off his lap on unsteady legs and reached for your discarded clothes, suddenly hyper-aware of your nakedness. Jungkook watched you in silence, his dark eyes unreadable as he slowly sat up straighter in the armchair.

The tension that had exploded between you earlier now settled into something quieter, more dangerous. A fragile kind of vulnerability neither of you knew how to handle.

You pulled your shirt over your head and finally found the courage to look at him. “This… this doesn’t change anything,” you said softly, though the words felt hollow even to your own ears.

Jungkook let out a low, tired chuckle, running a hand through his messy hair. He stood up slowly and stepped closer. “Yeah?" His voice was rough, but there was no real mockery in it this time—just a quiet intensity that made your stomach flutter.

You swallowed hard, crossing your arms over your chest. “I mean it, Jungkook. This was… a mistake. A really intense, stupid mistake.”

He stopped just inches away from you, close enough that you could feel the heat still radiating from his skin. His gaze searched your face, lingering on your swollen lips and flushed cheeks. For once, the usual arrogance had softened into something more genuine, almost uncertain.

“Maybe,” he murmured. “But you weren’t exactly pushing me away. And I sure as hell wasn’t imagining how perfectly you fit around me.” He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with surprising gentleness. “Hate me all you want tomorrow. But right now… stop pretending this didn’t happen.”

Your heart twisted painfully. Part of you wanted to lash out, to rebuild the walls higher than before. Another part—the part still trembling from his touch—wanted to lean into him and forget everything else.

You looked away, biting your lip. “What happens now?”

Jungkook exhaled slowly, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek before he dropped his hand. “That’s up to you. I’m not going to pretend I didn’t want this. Want you.” His voice lowered. “Even if you drive me fucking crazy.”

The confession hung between you, raw and honest in a way that terrified you. You met his eyes again, seeing the same storm of emotions reflected back at you—frustration, desire, and the terrifying possibility of something more.

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you stepped forward and rested your forehead against his chest for a brief moment, breathing him in. Jungkook’s arms came around you carefully, not possessive this time, but almost protective.

Neither of you knew what tomorrow would bring. The hatred was still there, simmering beneath the surface. But for tonight, in the quiet aftermath of everything you had shattered and rebuilt between you, it felt strangely okay to just exist in this fragile, complicated peace.

“Get some sleep,” he whispered against your hair, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to the top of your head. “We can go back to hating each other in the morning… if you still want to.”

You let out a shaky breath, a small, reluctant smile tugging at your lips despite everything.

“We’ll see.”

ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ☾ ˖°˖☆ ˖°˖☽ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ☾ ˖°˖☆ ˖°˖☽ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ

Moodboard

Do you want a part 2 for 'Between the lines? "

Yes

Remaining time: 1 day 14 hours

#bts fanfic #bts jk #jeon jungkook #jungkook bts #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x you #bts #bts jungkook #jungkook and reader #jungkook au

Can you write a Top!Jungkook x Bottom!Fanboy Male Reader one-shot, please? Something kinda alike to your "Backstage Sex With JK" one-shot

QUICK FIX GAY #53: BTS Jungkook's One Night Stand with a Man

This is a gay story. Check out my Quick Fix series for straight smut and Quick Fix Gay for more gay content.

Pairing: Top BTS Jungkook x Bottom Male Reader

Story: You wake up in Jungkook's bed after a wonderful one night stand, for a second rough round before you leave his apartment.

Sex Content: Doggy Style, Dirty Talk, Big Dick, Body Appreciation, With a Fan

Series & Story Collections: Quick Fix Gay, Quick Fix Gay Season 8

Type of Sex: WILD

Word Count: 2,407

Hi 😊👋 I'm very late to do this one, sorry. The story I'm giving you today is significantly shorter than the (straight) Backstage Sex with Jungkook you're referring to. But there is some plot, and it was a chance to do a buff and hot top Jungkook with bottom male reader. I hope you'll enjoy the story for what it is 😁

You woke up in Jungkook's bed to the familiar sound of a Grindr notification. It made you pick up your phone with haste and mute it.

But your one night stand wasn't there. You could hear him showering in the adjacent room, door slightly adjar. So instead of panicking about it you made yourself comfortable in his bed, and scrolled through the many messages you had been receiving in the night.

There were endless men, some of them hot and several nearby. Maybe a couple were even in the very same tall apartment building you currently found yourself in? You wondered if Jungkook had ever fucked them.

If he kicked you out right now, this early in the morning, you figured you might go see one of them instead of going home. Last night was fun and to be with an idol was exciting. But damn did you wake up hornier than ever, and you desperately hoped the man you spent the night with wanted more.

Jungkook turned off the water. You let the phone rest on your stomach while listening with curiosity. Then he returned and you put the phone away, and watched as the man who fucked you so good last night smiled at you.

He was buff, with a big chest and abs and hot tattoos on his broad arms. He had nothing on but a towel around his hips.

“Hey,” you grunted and nodded at him, hoping he wasn't recreating every hint.

“Hey,” he said and smiled back, and stopped for a second while he stared at you.

Then he turned to his closet and rummaged through it. It was hard to tell what he thought about the fact that you were still in his bed, lingering in his home long after he already got what he wanted from you – a tight ass to fuck and an amazing orgasm to go with it.

“How'd you sleep?” he asked and glanced in your direction while picking out a t-shirt.

You rolled sideways on the bed and grimaced, ass still sore from the way he handled it. “Like a baby.”

Jungkook put together an outfit and carefully lay it out on a chair. Then, with his back toward you, he let the towel drop to the floor while he reached up to shift through a large collection of fancy buttoned shirts on hangers.

Your eyes widened. The ass was round and plump, but it was the muscles that really got you. His thighs were as big and strong as his arms and shoulders, yet his waist was narrow and fit, especially when he reached up and stretch his torso.

His long black hair was still wet and messy, but he looked stunning. The erection between your legs throbbed.

“Want me to leave?” you asked.

Jungkook didn't immediately reply. Then he pulled down a shirt, folded it over the backrest of the chair, and turned to face you.

“No,” he said, still with a smile but more faint. Your eyes were drawn to and became fixed on his slack cock.

The fact that he was so willing to parade naked in front of you was a good sign. Sure, you'd seen and touched it all before, but it was never a given that he still wanted you around.

He walked slowly toward you, then jumped onto the bed. Your heart skipped a beat when he pulled on the duvet and crawled in with you.

He leaned in from the side as he lay next to you, and your lips met in a kiss. It was a kiss that said ‘Good morning’, and screamed a ‘Thank you for last night, it was amazing!’

You never had anything to worry about. Sure, Jungkook slept around and yes, he knew several of the men you had been looking at. But what he really wanted was to just be his natural self, in his own home, and right now you were the one in a position to make him feel comfortable and normal.

From the moment you kissed things quickly escalated. You began to make out, and put your hands on each other while getting harder. There was no doubt about the fact that you would fuck again, and you never needed to reply to any of the other men you considered.

*****

Jungkook stood by the foot of the bed and yanked hard on your hip with one hand. You were on all four, knees and hands on his bed, taking his thick cock like a champ.

He thrust repeatedly into your hole, grinning while stroking your cheeks and admiring your body from behind and above.

Then he raised his palm and slapped you. He grimaced in pleasure and simultaneously smirked naughtily. Of course you couldn't see him, but you could tell that he was absolutely loving it.

You moaned loudly, for your pleasure and his. The wild sensation of his erection stretching your asshole wide open, mixed with the light pain of the slap on your cheek, rushed through your body and mind.

This is so hot! you thought, then grunted in pain when he slapped you again.

Jungkook let go of your body completely and raised an arm behind his head. He pushed his pelvis forward while you extended your rear against his crotch. His organ went deep inside you, and his hips clapped fast against your rear.

“Ohh, fuck yeah!” he exclaimed behind you. “Mmm, fuck you're so tight.”

You took the words as a massive compliment, but in reality you knew it was more the huge size of his thick shaft than the tightness of your loose hole that did it.

Still, the rush you felt intensified, as a result of his words and of the sounds of hot, raw sex which filled the vast bedroom of the famous idol.

When you woke up earlier it was with a feeling of worry. A worry that you'd be asked to leave when really you didn't want to, a scenario which would have been disappointing and possibly even embarrassing.

But that worry was always mixed with joy and excitement, of the fact that last night happened at all. Just to be in this room, in Jungkook's home, was a dream come true.

Now, having morning sex with the stud felt even better than the initial one night stand, precisely because the idol seemingly had no regrets. And you knew you would leave his apartment happy.

“Ohh, fuck yeah!” Jungkook repeated in a deep voice from the depth of his throat. “Ohh, yeah, you're so fucking hot!”

It made you smile, hearing what came out of his mouth. And when he slapped you a third time you matched his repetitive motions and thrusts by pushing yourself backwards with your hands. Your body was shaking, repeatedly shoved back and forth.

“Mmm, you're so big,” you whimpered, as if to really make the man feel good and proud. “Mm, yeah, fuck my ass!”

Jungkook raised his other arm too, and stared at your ass and back with such a smirk while he kept thrusting hard. Your cheeks shook violently each time they collided with his groin, bringing a light pain and incredible pleasure to you both.

No man had ever been deeper inside you than Jungkook was right now, and that was in part thanks to his size. And the luxury of bringing random strangers home wasn't something that came easy for the idol, who had a public image to maintain. That's why your adventures in bed were so great and meant so much to you both.

The force soon became too much for your body to handle though. Eventually, your arms buckled and you fell forward on your elbows, while your knees slid wider apart.

Jungkook simultaneously put his arms down and stroke your ass, giving you one final hard slap before a thumb touched his shaft and the rim of your hole.

He put a knee on the bed and leaned forward, towering over you from behind.

You turned your head to see him, but never got a good look because he suddenly yanked your legs hard to bring you closed.

A hand pushed your upper half down when you were within reach. Jungkook leaned on the back of your head while your legs dangled over the edge of the bed, and took a firm grip around your hip, and out his other knee on the bed too.

He kept thrusting with an intense passion. “Ahhrgh, mmm!” he grunted, and you were surprised by just how close his mouth was to your ear.

The entire bed shook and slammed against the wall. “Ahhh, yes, fuck my ass!” you exclaimed loudly, while you buried your face in a pillow and tried to control the overwhelming sensation of his thick cock in your hole. “Mm-mm-mm-mm, Ohhh, fuck you're big, mmmm, yeah, fuck my ass!”

Your whimpering voice and the way your body squirmed made the man behind you go wild. His grip hardened, his weight became heavier, and he really ploughed into you with force.

He kept pulling your hip up onto his cock while you both slipped further onto the bed. The sensation drove you wild too, and while you struggled to keep your ass raised, you managed to maintain a gap big enough to reach in and grab your own cock to stroke it.

The sex was just as raw and good as you remembered it from last night. Jungkook wasn't just insanely hot and rough, he had stamina and knew how to control his body. And as you felt an orgasm fast approaching, he gently stroke the length of your body and you felt his lips on your shoulder, an intimate act which made your mind go completely blank.

His shaft rubbed you in just the right spot. You moaned until you couldn't breathe, while he kept thrusting fast and grunting. Your hand didn't even need to move, as the sheer force of the man fucking your ass made your cock glide effortlessly between your fingers.

“Ahh, ahh, I'm gonna come!” you announced without thinking about it. It made Jungkook go silent, but the wild fucking of your hole never stopped.

You squeezed your shaft tight. He fucked you hard and faster than ever from behind and above. Then you held your breath too, felt an incredible sensation in your groin, and unloaded your cum onto his expensive sheets.

Jungkook didn't realize what was happening, because he was so on the edge himself that nothing but the sensation of his thick cock in your tight hole consumed him. Having someone like you over was a rare treat.

He ran out of air and inhaled loudly. You stroke your erection fast to really empty your balls. Then he jolted forward and downward, while his fingers dug into your skin, and you grimaced in rough pain while his cock pulsed so hard your hole nearly tore by the rim.

It was stretched so wide you would barely be able to walk afterwards. Jungkook released deep within and the shaft became slippery from his cum and the sensation was enhanced as a consequence. He expelled his produce in the depth of your tight but soft hole, while his pelvis hugged your cheeks real close.

“AH-AHH-MMM-MMMMGHNHH!” he exclaimed somewhere behind you. You felt the jolts, the pulsing cock and a new, warm sensation from within.

You knew what was happening from how the weight of Jungkook's body changed. He struggled to stay up, and extended his legs behind him when he lay down fully on top of you.

He squeezed your body tight with his hands and arms, hugged you like he hadn't had sex in months, and planted his lips on your skin while grimacing.

You both panted heavily as you too collapsed, filled to the brim with his cum and the remains of your orgasm still pulsing.

Your stomach swam in your own produce. You suddenly felt sweaty and hot, the buff and heavy body on top of you giving you heat. Was it really this good last night? you wondered, when you felt Jungkook's big grin return.

“Ahh, Haaaaah, Mmm-mmmpfh!” he heaved and grunted as his thrusts slowed and eventually came to a full stop. The smirk on his lips came and went.

“Oh my god, that was so good!” you said between wild and heavy breaths.

It took you both a moment to calm down. You felt Jungkook's cock pulsing and gradually softening, until he rolled off you and pulled out. Your face became twisted when the hole was released from the tight sensation.

After the sex you stayed in bed for a bit, embracing and making out, and in hindsight it was always clear that the idol craved more than just raw fucking.

You were the one to get out of bed first. Thanks to the amazing sex you felt like you could leave feeling happy and fulfilled, before you had overstayed your welcome. The other men on the app were still there but you ignored them.

Jungkook pulled the duvet over the lower part of his body and stayed in bed, smiling wide while he watched you get dressed.

“Thanks,” you said and came in for a kiss, before you were ready to leave. “Last night was great.”

Jungkook just kept smiling at you. “Come back tonight?” he asked, and you both stared at each other.

You thought for a second. “Sure,” you finally said and smile too. “Yeah, I'd like that.”

Jungkook's face lit up. For the first time since you met less than twelve hours prior, he didn't look like the horny and manly top who gave you so much pleasure. He looked like a sweet, innocent boy asking for candy.

When you left the room and the naked man still in bed you couldn't stop grinning from ear to ear. Even if you never saw him again, last night and the wonderful morning would be a great memory to think back on, and an unbelievable story to tell.

And when you walked out of the luxurious apartment and the door slammed shut behind you, Jungkook felt excited and relieved. He knew he had taken a huge risk, but you seemed nice, and the sex was totally worth it.

He had your number, and you both looked forward to seeing each other again. The great sex was just the beginning.

#bts jk

Trending Tags

Recently Viewed Tags

#bts jk