𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐘 | J.JK
part one
— pairing | celeb!oc x fanboy!jjk
— summary | jungkook finally gets to go on his first date in years… with his idol!
— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best) obsession, yearning, unprotected yk, flirty oc, forward jk, oc gets 🧠, recording sx, fluff, dirty talk, jk a freak, jk is obsessed, shy jk in the beginning, oc is rich, oc doesn’t care he’s obsessed, oc might be mutually obsessed , pwp
— word count | 9.5k words
— song suggestion | side to side — ariana grande
The drive felt excruciatingly long. He could feel every minute go by. Luckily for him the music soothed him. Her music.
He caught himself humming along to her songs, feeling ridiculously sentimental. When he finally parked outside Toyose, he checked his appearance one last time in the rearview mirror.
"Here goes nothing," he muttered, stepping out of the car and locking it behind him.
The shop was dull. Quiet. When he walked near it, there was silence. Did he get stood up? Did she set him up? His brows furrowed.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, feeling stupid for actually thinking this could happen.
Maybe she came to her senses and realized she didn't want to eat with some random stalker fan. He was about to text her when the door beside him opened suddenly.
“Ah sorry.” The owner opened the door. “I forgot to leave it unlocked when you got here. Come inside.” She hurried him in. She was very familiar with Jungkook. His friends and himself would come by all the time. She easily recognized him. Now, he was going on a date rented out by what she assumed to be his new rich and famous girlfriend.
Y/n sat in the center booth. Once she seen him, she sat up. “Hi!” She got up and hugged him. “Sorry about all this— I just wanted it quiet.” She rented out the shop for those two to enjoy peacefully.
He stiffened at first, surprised by the hug, but quickly melted into it, wrapping his arms around her. "It's okay," he murmured, breathing in her perfume. When she pulled back, he smiled at her sheepishly. “I’ve never seen it this empty.”
“Usually my meals are like this. Just the price of being me.” She chuckled.
"I guess that makes sense." He chuckled softly, taking the seat she offered him across from her. As he settled in, he realized this was basically like a dream come true—being alone with her in a quiet, romantic setting. He could barely believe it was happening.
“What’s good here? I’m starving but I didn’t want to look at anything until you got here.” She opened up her menu.
"Everything's good," he replied automatically, knowing the menu by heart. He thought for a moment before suggesting, "This place is known for comfort style food. Especially cause it’s real cold outside. Personally, I like the tofu soup. My friends and I usually just get a soup then a whole ton of sides too.”
“I think we might do the same then. I think I want to try their kimchi soup and thennn…” She scanned the menu. “Corn cheese… Tteokbokki…and then let’s try the soy garlic chicken… Sorry. This all looks so good. I wanna eat everything.”
"No need to apologize. I feel the same way every time I come here." He flagged down the owner to place their order, adding a few more side dishes he knew they'd both enjoy.
“Did you think I was gonna text you yesterday?” She asked.
"Honestly?" He leaned back against the booth, folding his arms over his chest. "I figured you got busy or forgot." He shrugged nonchalantly, “I know you’re a busy woman. So I didn’t expect you read my letter period. But— you did.” He smiled. “I’m honestly surprised you reached out.”
“I couldn’t help it. You were super sweet in person and it didn’t help you were a total softie in the letter either. I thought it was all so cute.” She chuckled.
"Well good, cause I meant every word." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "And honestly, I'm surprised you wanted to meet up with me after reading how much of a obsessed fan I am."
“Mm you’re cute regardless. I’d want my man to be a big fan of me.” She says nonchalantly.
Damn was she forward. Her man? Like it meant nothing.
His heart skipped a beat at her casual mention of wanting a fan like him as her man.
He felt a warm glow spread through his chest as he smiled stupidly at her across the table. "Is that so?" He teased, "So you'd date a guy who's obsessed with you?"
“I don’t see why not.” She shrugged. “Rather that then he doesn’t listen to any of my music and doesn’t know shit about me. I’d want it to be mutual. I wanna be his fan too.”
"Fair point." He laughed. The food started arriving, giving them a moment to dig in before continuing their conversations. As they ate, he realized how easy it was to talk to her.
She was warm, friendly, and genuinely interested in what he had to say. It was like a dream come true. Kind of a badass too.
The two got along more than they both expected, laughing hard at what the other person was saying. “I can’t believe you really did that shit— College must’ve been so fun.”
He almost spit out his drink laughing at her reaction to his college stories. "You have no idea. I was so dumb back then. Drunk every weekend, pulling pranks... My roommate and I once—" He paused.
"We once convinced our entire dorm floor that there was a ghost in the bathroom. We set up all these creepy sounds and fake shadows, made everyone think the place was haunted." He laughed remembering, "We had people refusing to use the bathroom for a whole week!"
“That is so stupid!” She laughed. “I’d definitely fall for that shit. I’m a scaredy cat.”
"I know right? It was so fucking stupid but we had a blast doing it." He chuckled, taking another bite of his food.
As he talked to her, he felt more and more relaxed. She was just so easy to talk to. And fuck, she was beautiful when she laughed.
Especially when he was the one making her.
“Those two guys that you brought yesterday, are those your best friends?” She sipped on her soup, humming after she swallowed.
"Yeah those idiots are my ride-or-die since elementary school," he replied fondly. "Seokjin the loud, dramatic one who can't keep a secret to save his life. RM’s the quiet, smart one who always talks sense into us."
“That must be nice to have best friends. Especially ones you’ve known for so long. I could tell you guys were super close off the rip.”
"They're more like older brothers to me," he admitted. "We've been through everything together. I wouldn't trade them for the world. You gotta have a group of guys you can trust and be stupid with, you know?" He looked up from his food to meet her eyes. "What about you?"
“Eh. I go out for drinks with my manager or my dancers from time to time. I don’t really have close people like that anymore. I’m always on the go.” She replied.
"That sounds lonely," he said gently, setting his spoon down to give her his full attention. "I get that being a celebrity makes having close friendships hard though. But everyone needs people they can just be themselves with, ya know?"
“Yeah.” She smiled and looked down. “Did you have plans for today? I still wanted to go for a walk after but I don’t want to keep you.”
"No plans," he replied instantly, hoping she couldn't tell he was trying to hide his excitement that she wanted to spend more time with him. "I'm all yours for the day if you want. Unless you have stuff to do?" He tried to play it cool, but his heart was racing.
“Not a thing surprisingly.” She smiled. “I could be practicing but I’d rather spend my time with my favorite fanboy today.” She winked.
She was going to make him melt into a puddle right there in the restaurant.
"I'm definitely not complaining," he laughed lightly. "Let's finish up here and then we can go for that walk?"
“Yeah. This foods actually sooo bomb it’s like a massage for my insides. I’m at ease.” She rubbed her temples.
He chuckled at her sincere reaction to the food. "See, I told you this place was great." He smiled genuinely, loving how honest she was about enjoying the simple things—like good food.
As they finished eating, he found himself growing more and more fond of her. Dangerously fond.
“That hit the spot. I definitely have to come back. That was life changing.” She got her things together. “Let’s go? I already paid for our food when I rented the space.”
"You didn't have to do that. I could’ve at least paid for the meal. Thank you though.” he protested half-heartedly, appreciating the gesture but also feeling a bit guilty about letting her pay.
He stood up from the table, joining her as she headed towards the door. The cool evening air hit them as they stepped out onto the street.
“You’re okay if i put my mask on?” She slipped out a black mask from
her purse. “Gotta hide my face at least a little. Plus my cheeks are freezing.”
"Of course, totally understand," he replied immediately, falling into step beside her as they started walking down the quiet street.
"Being incognito. No fans, no paparazzi, just... you. It's refreshing. Isn’t it?" He stuffed his hands in his pockets, glancing sideways at her masked profile. "You must get sick of always being 'on'." He said it more like a statement than a question.
“I reallyyyy do. I’m no Britney Spears or nothing but whenever I feel like I’m being watched— I usually am.” She shrugged as the two walked together. “There’s nowhere in particular I want to walk to by the way. I like walking just to walk. Where do you usually go?”
"I get that," he nodded sympathetically. "And honestly? I walk everywhere. No particular destination. Just... thinking, listening to music..." He paused briefly before continuing, "Ocean Beach is just right there if you want to walk over there? The weathers kinda gloomy so that might be nice.”
“Sounds perfect.” She giggled. “You’ve always lived here?”
"Born and raised," he confirmed with a proud smile. "I can't imagine living anywhere else honestly. The city has this... vibe. Plus the ocean is always right there." He gestured vaguely towards the direction of Ocean Beach as they turned onto a street that would lead them there directly.
“That’s nice. I’ve always loved the beach. And this type of weather.” She hummed. “Although it’s much colder than I’m used to.”
"Yeah, it can get pretty chilly here, especially near the water," he agreed, falling into an easy pace beside her. "But it's also really pretty. The fog, the way the sunlight looks all diffused... It's romantic." he added with a small smile, realizing he might be coming on too strong. "I mean—"
“No you’re right. It is.” She smiled. “It’s inspiring.”
"Exactly," he said relieved that she didn't seem to mind his sudden declaration of the weather's romantic qualities. As they reached Ocean Beach, the sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air, mixing with the distant noise of the city. "Want to walk along the shore or stick to the sidewalk?"
“Sidewalk for now.” She chuckled. “I don’t want sandy shoes.”
"Good point," he laughed, keeping his eyes on the path ahead as they walked side by side.
The sidewalk was damp but clean, and the salty scent of the ocean filled his nostrils. He breathed it in deeply, feeling content in the moment. Being with her like this, just walking and talking, felt natural. Comfortable.
Walking around were couples, families. Elders conversing with one another, most likely reminiscing.
“This is been nice for me so far. I know we haven’t done much but I feel normal. I don’t feel scared or nervous hanging out with you. I feel safe. Maybe it’s your muscles.” She turned, caressing his bicep.
"Well... I'm glad you feel safe," he said softly, his voice slightly deeper than usual.
Man. She was gonna be the death of him.
“You’re bigger than my bodyguards usually are… You must workout a lotttt.”
Holy shit was she coming onto him a lot faster than he had imagined. Not that he was complaining.
"Yeah... I do. It's kind of my thing," he admitted modestly. "I box and lift weights regularly." He flexed his arm again playfully under her hand before catching himself and dropping it back down.
“You box?” Her eyes lit up.
"Mhm," He nodded, enjoying her genuine interest. "I train at this gym downtown. Have a couple amateur fights under my belt." He smirked slightly, testing her reaction. "You ever seen a boxing match?"
“Maybe in high school.” She laughed.
"Yeah, they're pretty intense. High school kids probably don’t compare to what I do.” he said, grinning. "You'd probably hate it. Too much violence." He teased, still keeping his eyes on the path ahead of them. “But it's really fun, and a great workout. You get to hit things and not feel bad about it."
“I think going to one in person would be sick. Especially watching a guy like you box.”
His heart skipped a beat at her words, his ego swelling slightly at the implication that she found him attractive. “Well, I have a few fights coming up actually," he said, turning to face her fully, his expression hopeful. "If you ever want to come watch one, you're totally invited."
“If I wasn’t on tour I’d be there immediately.” She assured him. “That offer still available few months from now?”
"Absolutely," he replied immediately, his heart racing at the thought of her watching him fight. "I'll make sure to save you a front row seat," he said with a wink, before realizing he was probably coming on too strong again.
He cleared his throat nervously. "So uh, you ever get into any sports in high school?"
“Nah. I actually didn’t go out much. I had strict parents.” She answered honestly, smile fading a bit.
"Yeah, I can imagine that being pretty tough," he said sympathetically. "My parents were pretty chill, so I got to play sports and hang out with friends a lot." He paused, considering her for a moment before asking, "So, what did you do in your free time then?"
“I used to loveee writing.” Her smile was back.
"Writing?" He asked, genuinely interested. "Like poetry or stories?" He could picture her sitting alone in her room, pouring her thoughts onto paper. It was surprisingly attractive to him that she had a creative side hidden before the fame.
“Like short stories. Say I had a dream about something. I’d write it down and add more detail to it. Just kept my mind busy.” She shrugged.
"That's really cool," he said sincerely. "I wish I could do something like that. My mind goes blank when I try to write anything longer than a text message." He laughed, then his eyes lit up with an idea. "You know what would be fun?"
"If you wrote something for me sometime. Like, a short story or something inspired by one of your dreams." He looked at her hopefully, realizing he was asking a lot but too excited about the idea to care. "You don't have to if you don't want to," he added quickly. "Just thought it'd be cool."
“After today, I definitely have the inspiration to do that for you. Give me some time, I’ll think of something. Maybe even a song.” She smiled.
"Whoa, a song?" His eyes widened, completely starstruck by the idea of her writing him a personal song. "I'd honestly love that.”
His heart raced at the thought of having something so intimate and personal from her creative process.
“I think I can come up with a little something something.” The two both laughed together. They both happily continued to walk together. “Omg can we go to that gift shop?” She pointed.
"Of course" he replied quickly, happy to see her excited about something. As they approached the gift shop, he opened the door for her and let her walk in first. The shop was filled with various souvenirs - keychains, postcards, stuffed animals.
His eyes landed on something specific behind the counter. Some plush that would look perfect in her hands.
“I’m gonna go look at the hoodies.” She notified him and walked to the corner of the store.
"That sounds cozy," he commented, allowing her to wonder around the shop casually.
As she browsed the hoodies, he leaned against the counter and caught the shopkeeper's eye. He mouthed "can I buy something without her seeing?" and gestured subtly towards her back. The shopkeeper nodded knowingly.
He quickly bought the plush, letting the shopkeeper hold the bag behind the register.
“You think I can fit into a boys large?” She asked, not turning to face him. “These are all expensive honestly. And the kids shit looks better than the adults.”
"You totally can," he assured her. "And the prices well, they're just tourist traps." As she debated between two hoodies.
“Whatever you say King of San Francisco.” She laughed. “I’m gonna fall for these traps easy cause these are cuteee.”
“Okay hold this.” Y/n handed Jungkook her purse. She zipped up the hoodie over her current blouse then turned around. “It fits good. What do you think?”
"It looks great on you." he stated, his eyes lingering on how cozy she looked in the soft material. "You look really cute in that." The shopkeeper appeared again to ring her up, and Jungkook quickly pulled out his card before she could protest.
She walks forward while Jungkook shoved the item into one of his cargo pant pockets.
Often, she’d be expected to be the one paying. He didn’t even expect her to.
It was a very small gesture but she greatly appreciated it.
“Jungkook I—“
"No, no," he insisted gently, waving away her argument. "It's already done." He took the bag from the shopkeeper with a soft "thanks" and turned back to her. "Besides, I wanted to get you something anyway. I owe it to you.”
“You’re too sweet.” She chuckled. “I appreciate you. Thanks.” She lifted her mask down to kiss his cheek.
His cheeks immediately flushed bright red at the sudden gesture, his heart skipping a beat in his chest. He touched the spot where her lips had just been, feeling the warmth lingering there. "You're welcome.”
The two left the shop together. “It’s sooo much nicer out with the hoodie. Now I’m cozy.” She laughed.
"I'm glad you like it," he chuckled, watching her playfully zip up the hoodie. His eyes landed on the package tucked away safely in his pocket. He pulled it out and held it behind his back subtly. "You know what else would be pretty cozy?"
"Hot chocolate," Jungkook stopped and faced her. "I saw a stand down the street that looked really good. Want to grab some?"
“Oh my gosh yes!” She squealed. “That would be perfect right now.”
He laughed at her dramatic response, leading her down the street to the hot chocolate stand.
As they walked, he kept the package hidden behind his back, trying to look casual. When they reached the stand, he ordered two cups of hot chocolate with a mini candy cane on the side for Y/n to melt into her drink.
She let hers sit for a second, cooling down in her hand so she wouldn’t burn herself. “This is the perfect date spot honestly. I’d come here all the time if I lived here.”
"I know, right? I go with the guys and that shits a little too romantic for me.” He shook his head chuckling, taking a sip of his own hot chocolate. He watched her, noticing how her eyes sparkled with excitement as she took in the scenery.
They could grow old here.
He felt butterflies in his stomach as he reached behind his back and slowly revealed the package.
“The bag is kinda fucked up cause I put it in my pocket but…”
"I got you something. It's stupid, don't worry. I just saw it and thought it was cute." He shrugged nonchalantly, trying to play it cool despite his racing heart. "Here." He held out the package towards her.
The package revealed a cute little plush bear wearing a tiny San Francisco beanie and holding a miniature cup of hot chocolate. It was cheesily cute - exactly his style. He held his breath waiting for her response.
“Oh my gosh this is fucking adorable Jungkook.” She squealed. “You fell for the tourist trap too! Look!” She teased him. “But seriously, this is so cute.”
He laughed, relieved that she liked it. "I know, I know. Tourist trap. But I saw it and thought you'd like it." He shrugged, smiling at her excited reaction. "I wanted to get you something small but thoughtful. Something you'd actually keep."
“I’m definitely keeping this. I can pair it with your letter I laminated.” She winked.
"That's the idea," he laughed, his cheeks turning pink at her wink.
The mention of the laminated letter sent a flutter through his chest - a reminder of their unique connection. He took another sip of his hot chocolate, trying to hide his blush.
“Oh wait. Hold it really quick.” She handed him the plush and dug into her purse.
She had a permanent marker she used over and over again for autographs. She took the plush back and wrote their initials and the days date. “Now I literally won’t forget.” She stared at it.
He watched her carefully inscribe the plush bear with their initials and the date, a soft smile on his face.
It was such a simple gesture, but it felt so meaningful - like they were marking a moment in time, something to remember this perfect day by. He reached out gently and touched the plush bear's tiny hat.
Was this their kid now?
Did he make himself her baby daddy?
“I’m having a really great time honestly Jungkook. Who knew my crazy fanboy would actually be good company.” She looked at him. “And surprisingly handsome. And funny.”
"Thanks," he replied, meeting her gaze. "I'm having a great time too. Better than I imagined." He looked down at his cup of hot chocolate, avoiding her intense stare.
“Are you usually shy when you’re alone with a girl? Or is it just me?” She rose her eyebrow.
"Just you," he replied honestly, looking back up at her with a smile. "I swear I'm not usually this nervous and awkward." He rolled his eyes at himself jokingly. "I think you just make me more aware of how much I'm messing up."
“Although you’re nervous you honestly still carry yourself very well. You seem like you’re genuinely confident. You’re just lacking one thing that gave it away.” She turned. “Eye contact.”
"Damn. You caught me." he muttered, taking a sip of his hot chocolate to hide his face. He realized she was right.
He was being intentionally vague with his eye contact, not wanting to stare at her too intensely and make things awkward. But she noticed. "You're observant.” he admitted.
“I’m good at reading people.” She shrugged. “It’s like I can feel how the other persons feeling.”
"That's kind of intimidating Y/n.” he laughed softly. "I feel like I can't hide anything from you." He looked up at her through his eyelashes.
"That's kind of intimidating," he laughed softly. "I feel like I can't hide anything from you." He looked up at her through his eyelashes, holding her gaze for just a moment before looking away again.
He felt like he could tell her anything; his deepest thoughts, his insecurities, his secrets. There was something about her that made him want to open up completely. "No. I don't want to hide anything from you. I couldn’t.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” She smiled. “I have a pretty cute stalker.”
"Ugh.” he muttered softly, laughing at himself. "You make me sound like a serial killer." He took another sip of his hot chocolate. "I'm just a guy who appreciates your work. And maybe...the woman behind it."
“Rightttt” She nudged the broad man. “You’re my own little Joe Goldberg.”
He raised an eyebrow at the reference, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult. Joe Goldberg was a psychopath.”
“Hey he was hot.” She shrugged. “So it’s more like a compliment.”
He leaned against the wall beside her, his shoulder brushing against hers. "But for the record, I prefer the term 'admirer' over'stalker'."
“Oh really? I’ll make sure to cater to that title when I’m filing the police report.” She was laughing loudly.
"Smartass," he laughed, nudging her back gently with his elbow. He was enjoying this teasing banter more than he expected to.
“Not so nervous now hm?”
She made him feel comfortable in his own skin - even when she was joking about calling the police on him.
"Nah. I honestly hardly felt that shit from the beginning. It’s just your flirting that gets me nervous. Makes me think this is a dream." he admitted honestly.
His nerves had faded into the background as they laughed and teased each other. She was easy to talk to. "You have a way of making people forget their nerves.”
“I’m glad. I want to be an approachable person.” She finished her cup of hot chocolate. “It’s getting late.”
Jungkook opened his mouth to say his goodbyes but he got cut off.
“You ready to go home?” She asked him. “Or did you want to watch a movie in my hotel room? I don’t really wanna be alone.”
"I'd love to," he said quickly, hoping she didn't hear the slight tremor in his voice due to excitement and nerves combined. "If that's what you want to do. I’m down."
She blinked. “If you don’t mind do you think you could drive us?”
"Of course," he replied immediately, standing up straighter and sliding his hands into his pockets. "I drove here, so yeah...no problem."
He looked down at her for a moment before quickly adding, "You trust me with your life like that? Just getting into a car with a strange guy?"
“You would’ve killed me by now I think.” She laughed. “And many of my staff have my location regardless. I’d just rather take your car there so we don’t have to leave it here.”
“Smart.” Jungkook touched his temple, leading the way out of the café and towards his car parked at the garage nearby.
She walked closely by him. “Did you want to stop by your place and get some comfier clothes on? Cause when I walk in that hotel room door it’s sweatpants from there on out.”
"Yeah, sure," he agreed. "I'm not exactly in my most...relaxed outfit either." He opened the car door for her and closed it once she was inside before getting into the driver's seat himself.
“Nice car. It suits you.” She announced once he got in. “Very man-like. Or masculine is the word I’m looking for? I don’t know.”
He grinned at her comment, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot smoothly. "Thanks.” he replied simply, though inside he was pleased that she noticed and appreciated his taste in cars. "It's not too flashy, but it gets the job done."
Please. He modified the hell out of this old Honda. Finally someone took notice and appreciated it.
“Mm…” Y/n relaxed in his passengers seat, “Your seat warmers are doing me soooo good right now.”
"Glad you like them," he said with a smile, reaching down to adjust the temperature slightly warmer for her.
He liked how comfortable she seemed in his car like she belonged there beside him. "My place is only about ten minutes away. I put on my playlist but it’s mostly your music.”
“That’s fine.” She looked at his screen on the car. “Oh damn you live close to where we just were. Crazy.”
"Yeah, it's pretty convenient," he agreed, pulling into the complex he lived in.
He turned off the engine and turned to face her, suddenly feeling a bit nervous again. The two stepped out of the car, taking the elevator to his floor.
Once they landed, Jungkook typed in the pin for his place. "Come on in," he said, opening his door. "Make yourself at home while I change. I won’t be long.”
“I’m gonna be nosy and look around.” She let him know from the get-go as she already started scanning the place.
"I wouldn't expect anything less," he laughed softly, locking the car and leading the way inside.
He closed the door softly behind them and immediately began unbuttoning his shirt as he walked towards his bedroom.
He secretly hoped she wouldn’t want to go in to his room. His crazy obsession was on full display. It was embarrassing.
She looked through his living room and his kitchen. Typical man living alone style honestly. There was a bit more decor than expected which gave him more mental bonus points. He had many pictures up filled with memories.
As she wandered around, he quickly changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and a clean white t-shirt. He hesitated for a moment before entering the living room, suddenly self-conscious about her opinion of his space. "So, it's not exactly...organized.”
“No no your place looks fine.” She held her hands up. “You’re a guy living alone who didn’t expect guests. Am I really gonna judge you? No. Now let me see your room.”
He froze for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. If she went in there...she'd know exactly how obsessed he was. "Uh...my room's kinda messy—“
“I don’t care. Lemme see!” She ushered the man closer to his room door.
He could feel his face heating up as she essentially pushed him towards his room.
There was no turning back now. He slowly opened the door, praying that she wouldn't judge him too strongly for his obvious obsession.
Especially at its worst.
She turned on the light in his room, and her eyes widened.
“It’s like your own personal shrine!” She beamed, looking around. “You already printed the photos we took together!” She picked one of the copies up from his desk. “This is sooo cute.”
He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. She wasn't running. She wasn't judging. She was smiling. "Yeah— I uh, printed those last night when I got home," he admitted, scrubbing a hand through his hair. "I know it's kinda...much."
“I think it’s so cute.” Y/n turned her head, scanning his bookcase filled with her albums. “You even have stuff that were such limited releases— This was probably super pricey. I’m impressed.”
"Some of it was— I’ll admit. You’re looking at most of my savings.” he admitted with a sheepish grin. "But I don't care. I wanted every single thing with your face on it." He stepped closer to her. "I have every album, every photo book, every piece of merchandise I could find."
Usually, anyone would be freaked out and take a step back. Not her. Oddly enough, she admired his dedication to her and on top of his looks, it made him much more attractive.
She wondered, ‘Why am I not grossed out?’ Instead, she found herself more attracted to him then she intended. “This whole room is amazing. Can I take pictures?”
"Yeah, of course!" He watched her pull out her phone and start taking pictures of his room - pictures of his shrine to her.
It should've been embarrassing, but the way she seemed impressed rather than creeped out made him feel seen in a way he never had before.
“Do your friends make fun of you for this? I can imagine.” She looked down at her phone.
"Yeah, they do.” he admitted with an eye roll and a laugh. "They tease me mercilessly about how obsessed I am." He leaned against the wall, watching her move around the room. "But I don't care what they think. This is my space, my obsession."
“I can’t believe I’m your obsession.” She shook her head. “Looking at you— I don’t think anyone would ever guess. Not that it’s a bad thing. I’m kinda into it.”
She was into it. She found his obsession attractive. Before he could stop himself, he pushed off the wall and closed the distance between them, backing her up against the bookshelf gently. "Is that so?"
“Oh definitely.” She bit her lip.
His large frame towered over her, making her feel much smaller.
He reached out and gently tilted her chin up, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "So, you're saying my obsession with you is...what? A turn-on? You really like it?” His voice was low, hoarse with sudden desire and something else— validation maybe?
“Yeah…it really is.” She breathlessly answered.
Without another word, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a sudden, intense kiss. All his pent-up obsession and longing poured into that moment as he held her against the bookshelf filled with her albums. He was kissing her like she was his entire world— because in that room, she was.
She was more than willing when she kissed him back, hands moving to his hair.
He deepened the kiss, his hands sliding up to frame her face as he explored her mouth with his tongue.
He felt like he was in a dream— actually kissing his idol, the object of his obsession. He broke the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down her neck, marking her like an animal.
This couldn’t be real.
She gasped as he moved, body pressed up against her own albums as the man uncontrollably grabbed her.
He hoisted her up suddenly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her against the shelf. His hands roamed over her body, grabbing and squeezing whatever he could reach. He was being driven completely crazy by his obsession finally becoming a reality.
“Jungkook.” She spoke up, chuckling a bit. “You’re crazy. I can hardly keep up with you. Not that I’m complaining.”
He pulled back just enough to look at her face, his eyes wild and dilated with desire. "Crazy for you," he panted out, nuzzling into her neck again.
"I've been crazy about you for years." He started rocking his hips against hers, grinding his hard-on against her core through their clothes. “I’m lucky I didn’t cum my fucking pants just from kissing.”
"God, I'm so hard right now," he muttered against her skin, still dry-humping her through their clothes like a teenager. He was too turned on to be beating around the bush.
“Take care of it Jungkook I’m all yours in here.” She whispered.
He carried her over to his bed and threw her down onto it, crawling over her immediately. He couldn't stop touching her, kissing her, grinding against her like he was possessed by his years-long obsession. "I've jerked off to your face so many times.” he admitted desperately. “Shits pathetic. But you’re the only one that got me off.”
“Jungkook I—“
He cut her off by shoving his tongue back down her throat, his hips rolling against hers as he started unbuttoning her shirt with shaking hands.
"I'm gonna fuck you like I've been fantasizing about for years," he growled against her mouth before kissing her again roughly. “But I can’t lie, I’ve got to taste you first.”
He pushed her shirt open and unhooked her bra, revealing her breasts. He didn't waste any time pushing himself down to suck one nipple into his mouth desperately.
He was shamelessly sucking on her tits. Giving her hickeys from how focused he was. He was starved for her.
Y/n’s tits were naturally huge, didn’t even need to wear padded or stuff her bra. He always adored when she wore wet tshirts and he could see her nipples.
"Fucking love these," he moaned against her skin, biting down on one hard peak before switching to the other. "I've imagined sucking these so many times."
His voice was muffled against her flesh. He pushed her legs open roughly and buried his face between her legs, inhaling deeply. “I can finally do this shit.”
He attacked her pussy like a man possessed, eating her out with wild abandon. His tongue delved deep inside her, fucking her with it while his thumb circled her clit aggressively.
He was making loud slurping noises and groaning into her wetness; completely lost in his obsession turned reality.
“Oh my gosh Jungkook.” She cried out, rolling her eyes back at the feel. “Y-You said you hadn’t been with anyone in years you—“
He pulled back just enough to speak against her sensitive flesh, "I haven't. I saved myself for you.” he confessed before diving back in, sucking on her clit hard enough to make her hips jerk. His hands gripped her thighs tightly, holding her open as he devoured her like his last meal.
She was responsive. Not even close to quiet and she was just getting her tits sucked. “B-But you eat it like—“
"I finally get to fuck the girl of my dreams. I ain’t fuckin’ this opportunity up." He finished her sentence, his tongue pushing inside her again. "I practiced on myself," he admitted shamefully between licks. "I used to eat my own hand imagining it was your pussy." He moaned against her clit. “Got myself off so many nights. Imagining doing this with you.”
She couldn’t even be weirded out. She was to engulfed in her own pleasure to think about anything really. Besides wondering why his head game was so fucking good.
His tongue work was indeed incredible; years of practicing on himself had paid off. He spread her open wide, his tongue licking from her entrance to her clit in slow, flat strokes before zeroing in on her sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking hard. He knew exactly where to touch her.
“Oh my gosh Jungkook I-I’m gonna cum already I-“ She gripped her breast.
He didn't let up. If anything, he went harder, his tongue flicking against her clit rapid-fire as he suctioned his lips around it. He wanted to drink her orgasm, to taste her release for the first time. "Cum all over my face, baby.”
“Mm fuck” She squeezed her eyes tightly, allowing the pleasure to build up inside her.
He was even better than any toy could’ve satisfied her. And she had used many. This man was fucking good. Arching her back, she reached her orgasm as she screamed his name repeatedly.
He moaned loudly as her sweet release coated his tongue, swallowing every drop greedily. He continued licking her through the waves of pleasure, drawing out her orgasm until she was trembling and begging for mercy. Only then did he crawl up her body, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on his lips.
She savored the taste of his mouth once again, legs still shaking and lips quivering from her former orgasm. “Raw…” She whispered against his mouth, not even wanting to pull away. “I want you in me already. Jungkook please.” Her voice echoed whiny and needy.
He was just as desperate to be inside her. He had waited years for this moment. He pushed back to unbuckle his belt and shove his pants down, revealing his hard, throbbing cock.
“Jungkook you’re just full of fucking surprises aren’t you?” She let out a breathy laugh. “Hot and you’re packing?” She started kissing on his neck. “How do you want me?”
"On your back," he growled, positioning himself between her legs. He needed to see her face when he entered her. He grabbed his cock and rubbed the head against her wet entrance, teasing both of them.
He was punishing himself more than he was with her.
She spit on her fingers and stroked his cock for more lubrication. “Start slow please— It takes me a second to get adjusted.” She shyly admitted.
His hands shook slightly as he guided himself inside her inch by inch, watching her face closely for any signs of discomfort or pain. When he finally bottomed out fully inside her tight heat. “Shit.”
She furrowed her eyebrows, shifting her legs to get him in the right way.
"Shh, baby, just give it a moment," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead gently. He stayed still inside her, letting her adjust to his size. His arms trembled slightly from holding back the urge to thrust. "Breathe.” he reminded her.
“I think I’m good.” She swallowed. “Start moving. Slow.”
He pulled out slowly, watching as her pussy stretched around his thick length before pushing back in just as slowly. He set a gentle pace, letting her feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of her wet heat. She felt incredible— like heaven wrapped around his cock. Better than he had ever imagined.
The two of them could hear her wetness gush as he moved in and out of her. “Speed up now— I-I’m good— fuck.”
He picked up the pace, still being gentle but moving faster now. His hips slammed against hers with each thrust, their pelvises meeting with a wet slap each time he buried himself fully inside her.
"Fucking hell," he groaned, grabbing her legs and throwing them over his shoulders. This new position let him go even deeper, hitting spots inside her that made her scream.
He began fucking her hard and fast, his thick dick stretching her wide open with each powerful thrust.
He was in a frenzy grabbing her legs and throwing them over his shoulders. This new position let him go even deeper, hitting spots inside her that made her scream.
He began fucking her hard and fast, his thick dick stretching her wide open with each powerful thrust.
“So fucking… hot…s-so… respectful…” She praised him, breasts bouncing so hard she could hardly catch her own breath. “Fucking me… so fucking good…M-Made me cum so quick Jungkook…”
"You're just fucking perfect," he groaned against her mouth, thrusting into her like a man possessed. "Your pussy is like heaven - so fucking tight and wet around me." He could feel her getting even wetter around him, her arousal coating his shaft completely.
The both of them moaning and gasping made it harder to kiss while he was in it but the two both tried, desperate for one another.
He suddenly pulled out, making her gasp. Before she could complain, he flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her hips back, entering her from behind. This position let him hit her deeper and harder; exactly what she needed now based on her whimpering moans.
“Ah!” She screamed when he re entered her from the back. Their bodies slammed into one another’s.
He gripped her hips tightly, using them as handles to fuck her brutally from behind. His balls slapped against her clit with each deep thrust, his dick hitting every sensitive spot inside her. He leaned over her back, wrapping an arm around her throat and pulling her upright against his chest.
“Ugh oh my goshhh Jungkook.” She repeated once again. “Favorite fanboy for fuckin’ sureee” She was a mess on his cock, practically being fucked dumb.
"The only fanboy you'll ever need," he growled in her ear, his hips moving like a piston behind her. The dirty talk from her mouth was driving him insane with lust. He released her throat suddenly, only to grab both her arms and pin them behind her back with one hand.
“O-Only one I’ll ever fucking need.” She was crumbling underneath him, letting her stalker absolutely pound her into his bed.
"Damn fucking right," he groaned, picking up the pace even more. He was fucking her so hard now that the entire bed was shaking violently against the wall.
He couldn't believe he was actually fucking his celebrity crush right now; and she was loving it. A little too much. His neighbors were gonna hate him in the morning.
“Didn’t expect this dick to me thissss good.” She growled. “Don’t even want to go on this tour now. Feels too good to leave.”
"Don't fucking talk about that shit right now”he snapped, his hand tightening around her wrists. "You're going on that tour and you're going to think about this dick every fucking night while you're away." He leaned down to bite her neck sharply.
“Fuck I-I’m not supposed to d-do this but fucking record…I-I need to have this…us…” She motioned to her phone.
"Yes…mmph… okay…" he groaned instantly, turned on by the fact that she wanted to remember this. "Record the sound of me fucking you stupid." He released her wrists and grabbed her phone himself, putting it on the nightstand so they could both watch as he slammed into her from behind.
“Mm…right fucking there…oh my gosh yes!” She breathlessly moaned.
"Look at yourself.” he growled. "Look at my dick disappearing inside your little pussy.”
“A-All for you…This is all yours right now Jungkook…I’m your girl for the night..”
"Fuck yes you are," he snarled possessively, his hips moving faster now. "My girl is getting fucked stupid on my dick."
“Gonna miss this… so fuckin much…”
"Miss my dick, my face, my voice... everything." He pounded into her harder with each word, making sure she felt every inch of him. "Because when you get back from that tour, you're mine again."
“I fucking hope so…” She growled once more. “You fuck so fucking good.” She praised again. “It’s like I’m going insane.”
He threw his head back, loving the sound of her voice praising his skills. "Only for you." he grunted, his hips moving in perfect rhythm. "No one else gets this dick but you." He reached around to slap her clit hard.
“Jungkook!” She whined. “Fuck!”
"That's right, scream my name," he commanded, slapping her clit again and again. "Who's fucking you right now? Who owns this pussy?"
“You! Jungkook you! Ugh!” Y/n screamed his name. “I should’ve let you hit it from the fucking start!”
"You should've let me claim this pussy years ago. It's mine now - every fucking inch of you.” He spread her ass cheeks wider, showing the camera how deep he was inside her. "Look at that view."
“Should’ve met you so much… sooner…You’re fucking perfect Jungkook…”
He was going to explode from her praise alone. "You're fucking perfect too," he groaned, his cock throbbing inside her. "Best fucking decision of my life was becoming your stalker." He laughed wildly, then slapped her ass hard.
“You wanting me so bad turns me on so much— You have no fucking idea.”
"You have no idea how many nights I've jerked off to the thought of fucking you like this." he admitted, his voice crude. "How many times I've imagined this perfect little body wrapped around my dick." He snapped his hips forward forcefully, making her cry out. “Surprised I didn’t cum just eating your pussy.”
“Mm! Fuck!” She winced, scrambling to grip his bedsheets.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her upright against his chest again, his other hand gripping her throat tightly. He bit her neck harshly as he fucked up into her, the camera getting an amazing shot of their tangled bodies and his hand around her throat.
He watched as she melted against his chest, her body arching into him perfectly. The camera caught every moment of their intense connection; the way he held her throat, the way she gripped his bedsheets, the way their bodies moved in perfect sync. "Fuck, look at us.” he breathed.
Her hair was a tangled mess, face sticky from the sweat.
Y/n looked utterly gorgeous; like a dirty dream. Her hair was a wild mess, face shiny with sweat, lips puffy from his kissing and biting. He loved seeing her like this. Completely fucked up by him.
"So fucking close," he groaned, his movements turning desperate. He released her throat to grab her hip tightly, using it as leverage to slam into her at a brutal pace.
The lewd noises they created only grew as Jungkook pounded out his high.
He leaned down to capture her lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss as he chased his orgasm. Their tongues tangling, the sounds of their desperate pants and moans filling the air. His hips stuttered suddenly, his cock swelling deep inside her as he came.
"Fuck Y/n.” he gasped into her mouth, his release flooding her tight pussy. The view of his cum spilling out when he pulled out later absolutely filthier than anything he'd ever seen.
"Best fucking orgasm of my life," he breathed, his face flushed and sweaty. He collapsed against her chest, his cock still twitching inside her.
Their tangled bodies, their sticky faces, his cum dripping out of her swollen pussy. Absolute perfection. He finished up the recording on her phone. Secretly praying she’d forward the video to him later.
“W-Wow.” Her legs shriveled and her body already aching. “That…”
He laughed softly against her neck, understanding her shock. "Yeah... wow." He finally pulled out, watching as his cum gushed out of her, coating his sheets. "Look at that mess.” he murmured.
“Jungkook…” She whined. “So embarrassing…”
"Embarrassing? Baby, it's fucking beautiful." He gently pushed her legs apart. "The most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
“Is this a bad time to mention I’ve never fucked a fan?” She shyly admitted.
"And I've never fucked a famous person," he pointed out with a grin. "We both crossed lines today." He licked his fingers clean, watching her blush deeply at the dirty display. "But fuck, I'm glad we did."
“Me too.” She panted. “Do you have anything to clean me?”
"Yeah, lemme grab something." He jumped up, grabbing a warm washcloth from his bathroom and returning to clean her up gently. He wiped his cum from between her legs, marveling at how perfect her pussy looked. "Fuck, you're so pretty down here."
“Stop that.” She tapped his arm.
He chuckled, setting the washcloth aside. "You're shy now after all that?" He climbed back onto the bed beside her, pulling her into his arms.
“Whatever. I’m spending the night.” She stretched. “I don’t want to go to my hotel. Not tonight. Can I wear your clothes?”
"Fuck yes, you're staying right here," he said immediately, pulling her closer.
He kissed her forehead, still in disbelief that the woman he'd jerked off to for years was naked in his bed.
“Mm I’m so comfy here in this bed.” She laid comfortably.
He smiled, settling in behind her and spooning her comfortably against his body. "This bed is officially yours whenever you're in town.”
“Good to know.” She chuckled.
They lay there in comfortable silence for a long moment, Jungkook just holding her and breathing in her scent. He couldn't believe this was real life. After a while, he spoke up again, his voice quieter. "So... how was I?"
“Oh you want a review?” She laughed out loud. “Amazing. Literally no notes you were perfect.” She assured him. “So good your neighbors probably hate your name right about now.”
He laughed loudly at that, his ego inflating. "Fuck yeah? I was that good?" He asked. "I'll take that review and frame it." He smirked, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "You're so loud when you're getting dicked. I wouldn’t have guessed.”
“I know I just can’t help it!” She defended.
"No complaints here," he said instantly. "I love to hear a woman screaming my name while I'm fucking her." He kissed her neck, his hands squeezing her tits gently. "And damn, you've got the best tits I've ever seen. So fucking perfect."
“I’m glad I was able to make your dreams come true.” She sheepishly giggled.
"Understatement of the fucking year," he muttered. "You're literally my wet dream come to life. The way you look, the way you fuck, the way you talk... fuck." He sighed dramatically.
“Well next round I’ll definitely su—“
“Alright man! We’re bringing the pizza to you!” Seokjin and RM had the code to his place, letting themselves in. “Yooo Kook! Get outta your room!”
Y/n looked at Jungkook with her eyes widened, struggling to grab one of his shirts to throw on.
"Fuck!" He hissed, quickly grabbing the dirty shirt she was reaching for and throwing it under the bed. He pulled the blanket up to cover her naked body just as Seokjin and RM walked in. "Hey!" He snapped, sitting up. "Can you two give me a minute?" He yelled from the other side of the door.
“Oh my gosh— Jungkook did you actually go out with a real girl today?!” Seokjin elevated his voice, shocked that his friend wasn’t even on his couch.
"Yes!" He shouted back dramatically. "She's real as fuck and she's in my bed right now, so can you two assholes leave so I can get her dressed before you see her tits?" He laughed, pulling the blanket higher to hide her body.
"Baby, grab that shirt and you can wear these shorts. Tighten them with the drawstrings.” He helped her out. “I did not think they’d show up. I’m sorry.”
“Baby?! What the fuck!” Seokjin was almost screaming now.
“I’m all for privacy but who the hell is in there? You never— What the fuck!” RM mirrored Seokjin, growing upset with him.
Jungkook hadn’t been with a girl in years— let alone have one in his fucking bed. The two men were incredibly shocked; Jungkook never mentioned any sort of girl that wasn’t Y/n.
"Shut up!" He snapped at Seokjin, turning to RM who was laughing hysterically. "RM shut up too!" He ordered before turning back to Seokjin.
“She's actually here just— give us a second." He calls out from his room the turns to her. “I can ask them to leave.”
“No no no you’re fine— I don’t mind meeting them let me just get… situated.” She rushed to put on his clothes.
"Alright, come on." He took her hand, leading her out of the room. “Alright you two this is uh— Y/n.”
Seokjin and RM immediately fell silent when they saw her, their eyes widening as they took her in.
Seokjin's jaw dropped open, RM's eyes nearly popped out of his head. They both stared at her like she was a mythical creature.
"Holy shit..." Seokjin whispered, finally finding his voice. "Jungkook, how the fuck did you— When did— Oh my gosh this can’t be fucking real.”
“Aaaand I’m assuming you already know who I am.” The small girl waved shyly. “Y/n.”
RM burst out laughing, shaking his head. "We do! We're huge fucking fans! Cause of this fucking guy!” He exclaimed.
"You're actually here! In our friend's bed! Jungkook out of all fucking people!” He laughed again, while Seokjin just continued to stare in shock. "I'm RM and this is Seokjin."
“I appreciate you guys.” She blushed. “Sorry I had to meet you guys like this.”
"No no, it's cool," RM assured her, still laughing. "Jungkook finally got laid and finally got to meet his idol. In more ways the one bit either way we're happy." He winked, making her blush deeper.
Seokjin finally found his voice again. "So... you and Kook are—" He paused, waiting for an answer.
“We’re talking!” The couple blurted out almost instantly.
Seokjin's eyebrows shot up, while RM grinned mischievously. "Talking?" RM repeated. "Like... dating talking? Or fucking talking?" He asked bluntly, making Jungkook roll his eyes and punch RM's arm.
“RM!” He warned. “Be nice.”
“This all happened today!” She groaned, struggling to find the words. “We were grabbing clothes to watch a movie at my hotel room and then we got a little side tracked…”
"Side tracked?" Seokjin repeated, his eyes widening. "So you two just were... ‘talking” all today?" He clarified, trying to understand the situation.
Jungkook nodded, his arm wrapping around her waist. "Yeah, something like that." He answered vaguely.
“There’s not much to it. I read his letter and I thought it was super sweet. He was handsome in person so I texted him last night and we’ve been together since this morning.” She explained, providing a brief summary of their day together.
"Fuck, that's cute," RM said, his grin widening. "So you two just... clicked?" He asked, looking between them.
Jungkook nodded again, “Something like that.” he repeated, kissing her forehead softly.
“Okay well- I know you’re not in town long Y/n. We won’t bother you for the rest of the night.” Seokjin backed off, shoulders easing. “But! We’re definitely going to breakfast and talking about this for a longggg time tomorrow.”
“That’s fine with me.” She looked at Jungkook. “Anything to stay with him until I go.”
