‧₊˚✧ beggar to teaser ✧˚₊‧
pairing : idol bf jungkook x fem gf reader
synopsis : Five minutes before the stage. One secret girlfriend. One idol who forgets himself the second you touch him. He begs before the lights go on. But after? He makes you wish he didn’t.
warnings : smut, swearing, lots of teasing
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Buzzing energy. Constant chaos. The thrill of adrenaline rushing through your veins.
This was your life now. Backstage access, always hiding from fans, scared reality will one day surface.
All this just to be with him.
With your boyfriend.
With jungkook.
No one knew except for his members and some staff which he trusted with his eyes closed.
He didn’t expect for this to happen, he didn’t expect to fall in love with you so badly that day at the beach when the boys had some days off.
Yet he did, and he was determined to never let you go, even if it meant risking his whole career.
Their first concert after 4 years. It was finally here, happening today. It was an understatement to say that jungkook was terrified.
He was so tense the whole day, and when he was backstage, it didn’t get any better, infact it only got worse.
“Jungkook-ah, ten minutes till showtime! Let’s do this bro, you alright?”, Hobi asked, noticing his unusually quiet demeanor.
“Y-yeah, i’m okay hyung”
“I-I gotta go get something from the dressing room, gimme a sec”
He walked to his dressing room to try and calm himself down for the twentieth time.
You had promised jungkook to be as close to him as you can in the crowd, so he could always find you and feel safe.
But you ultimately decided to stick a little longer in his dressing room, knowing he’d go there panicking.
“I got this, I can do this, it’s gonna be- ah! y/n! why are you still here! you scared the shit out of me”
He walked into the room and pounced when he saw you sitting on his table.
“You think I don’t know you enough to know you’d come back here shitting your pants with fear. I can’t possibly leave you alone when you’re like this, can I?”
“I can’t do this babe, i-i don’t know why i’m feeling like this, my whole body just feels stiff and i’m probably gonna mess up the choreo and my voice is gonna sound horrible”
You stood up from the table and walked closer to him as he ranted, his voice turning to cracks when he saw you approach.
Before he could continue any further, you gently got on your tiptoes and kissed him.
He shivered and tensed up even more, if that was possible. But as your lips moved against his, you could feel his exterior melting.
His hand found your hips, pressing down tightly as if you were the only thing anchoring him in that moment.
You whispered encouraging words in his ear, and he hid his flushing cheeks in your shoulder, groaning softly with each sentence.
You could feel his whole body trembling with fear and anticipation, not sure whether kissing his neck was helping or not.
“babe…keep going..p-please..”
He whined embarrassingly into your shoulder, desperate for you to calm him down.
You’ve never seen him like this before. He kissed you with such desperation, you couldn’t even breathe.
Just as things were about to get heated, someone knocked on the door.
“Jungkook-ah! Come on hurry up!”, Taehyung’s voice echoed from the other side of the wall.
Jungkook let out a helpless sound from his mouth. Desire and frustration all at once.
“Thanks babe…promise you’ll be there in the crowd?”
“I promise”
“Meet me back here after the show yeah?”
You nod, giving him one last kiss of encouragement.
He tried not to pin you against the wall right there and then, the want crystal clear in his eyes.
And so he left, a bit more calmed down thanks to you.
You watched him the whole show. He looked so beautiful, his outfits hugging his body perfectly.
He’d look for your eyes all the time, giving you winks and nods that made your heart flutter.
As the show came to an end, you left the crowd as one of the fans and quietly made your way backstage as jungkook’s girlfriend.
The staff would give you knowing smiles as they saw you waiting in Jungkook’s dressing room.
As the last note of the song crescendoes and the fireworks come to a stop, you hear seven different voices approaching, all out of breath.
Yet you could immediately tell which voice was jungkook’s. After all, you heard him make noises like that plenty of times, not necessarily after concerts though.
You were surprised to see Taehyung enter the dressing room. He smiled at you and said he left his phone there. Being taehyung, he obviously shouted out “Jungkook-ah! Your girl’s here!”
Jungkook came marching in a few seconds later, all sweaty and breathless “Yeah yeah I know, now get out”.
Taehyung lifted his hands in sarcastic surrender, “Geez alright bro. Oh and by the way, try and keep it PG 13 in here, the walls are very thin”, he teased with a smirk before getting the door slammed in his face by jungkook.
He turned around and smiled softly, walking towards you.
“Hey”, he said, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Hey”, you repeated his words, trying to hide the pink colour crawling up your neck to your cheeks.
He never once took his eyes off you, and they were very intimidating, speaking volumes in the silence that surrounded you.
You could feel his body emitting heat as his neck shined with a sheer layer of sweat.
You could tell he was no longer scared, and that he was back to the dominant man who’d have you wrapped around his finger whenever he wanted to.
“Let’s get out of here yeah?”
It was more of a statement than a question, as he didn’t even give you time to answer, he just grabbed your hand and ran with you through the corridors with the biggest smile on his face.
“What’s got you so happy?”, You say as you ran to an empty valley behind the stadium, away from the fans.
“You my love, only you”
Jungkook loved chasing thrills, he loved his youth and never wasted one second of it.
So obviously, it wasn’t a surprise that he had a motorcycle. A black, dangerous vehicle that shined in the moonlight.
Your jaw dropped. Just when you thought this guy couldn’t be anymore perfect, you find out he can drive a motorcycle.
He walked over to it and took out two helmets like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You watched as he put on his. A sleek, black helmet that made you stare a lot longer than you should have.
“You’re staring love. Turn around”
You obeyed, swallowing hard.
You felt him walk behind you, before his fingertips brushed all over your shoulders and the back of your neck. He was tying your hair, and he was doing it very slowly.
Goosebumps ran through you, and your eyes fluttered shut as he worked on your locks, before placing the helmet on your head.
He turned you around by your hips, and pulled you incredibly close as he tied the helmet. Your eyes never left his face, watching him closely.
“Where are we going J?”
“Do you trust me?”
You nod.
“Then hold on tight”
He effortlessly lifted you onto the back of the seat, before climbing in front of you and turning on the engine.
Your hands wrapped around his big body, holding on like your life depended on it as your cheek rested on his back.
He revved the engine, his knuckles turning white as his veins became more visible.
You flew through the streets, the wind hitting your body, making you shiver and hold on tighter to him.
You had no idea where you were, you also had no idea where you were going, but you trusted him.
As you came to a red light, you noticed your hands had slipped extremely low on his waist.
“J where are we going!” you shouted over the engine so he could hopefully hear you.
“Just trust me! And lift your hands higher before you give me a hard on!”
He was always bold with his words, knowing how it made your brain spin. Your cheeks turned a deep red as you held higher onto his waist.
His back muscles were right against your face, impossible to miss. And he just had to be wearing a compression shirt, where you could trace every single defined muscle if you wanted to.
Seeing him drive in such a manly way sent sparks shooting through you. The way he did everything made your whole body weak.
The revving of the engine snapped you out of your thoughts as he quickly accelerated from street to street.
When he came to a stop, your ears tingled from the noise of the engine and the wind.
Again, he effortlessly lifted you off the seat and put you down before starting to untie your helmet.
He saw your throat bob up and down as his hands worked, and he decided to tease you by moving even closer, pinning you to his motorcycle.
Your hand flew to his bicep as you felt your knees bend against the cold metal of the bike.
He brushed his nose against yours in the cruelest way possible, before pulling away.
“Babe…where are we?”
“Hm? Oh nowhere just my house” he said with an evil smirk before turning around and walking, expecting you to follow.
Did he just say his house? Oh God. You’ve never been to his house before, and you had a feeling you knew what you’d be doing during your time in there.
He must have had a big house right? You only saw small glimpses from his lives after you two started dating.
You rushed after him clumsily, and found him turning the keys to open the door.
The moment you stepped inside, you were astonished. This wasn’t even a house, it was a whole mansion.
And somehow the cleanliness inside made him just that more attractive. There wasn’t a thing out that was out of place.
“Cat got your tongue baby?”, he teased in that deep voice, moving closer to tower over you.
You hated, but maybe also loved, how he could make you fall apart just with his words.
He leaned in, your chin in his hand, but just as your lips brushed ever so slightly, he pulled away, smirking like nothing ever happened.
You sighed softly, giving him a light swat on his arm.
“Come on, I have a hot tub i think you’ll like” he said before pulling away and jollying up the stairs.
Of course he’d have a hot tub.
“Jungkook wait-“ you whined out. He was so all over the place on purpose, it irritated you, in a good and bad way.
By the time you made it up the stairs, he had already changed into his black swim trunks, his whole body on display.
You swallowed hard and felt a heat run through you as you saw his back muscles clearly now, without any compression shirt on.
“I got you a bikini, even though you won’t be wearing it for long” he whispered into your ear before biting down gently.
You bit your lip to physically stop yourself from moaning.
He does this all the time. He gets you all worked up. One minute he’s right beside you, the next he’s on the other side of the house.
He turned and entered the balcony as you started undressing to put on the bikini he bought you.
You roll your eyes and scoff at the black colour.
Of course he chose a black colour.
After you changed, you exited what you made out to be one of his many bedrooms, and entered the balcony.
The cool air hit your skin immediately as you were met by a private balcony, and on your right, there sat jungkook in the hot tub.
He sat in one corner, his hair wet around his face, and manspreading so very handsomely.
His eyes raked all over your form hungrily, forming a lump in your throat.
He patted the tile on the edge of the tub, a clear invite for you to go next to him.
As you reached the stairs to the tub, his wet hand rested on your hip.
“You look so beautiful” he whispered before helping you get in the tub.
You sat on his lap, straddling him gently. His hands splayed out on your hips, taking up most of the area.
You were already so worked up from his teasing the whole night, you just leaned in and kissed him.
He kissed you back, but everytime you tried to open your mouth he’d just keep his closed.
Your hands fisted in his hair in frustration, trying to pull him closer.
“Jungkook. Stop doing that.”
“Doing what love?”
You tilt your head slightly as if to say, ‘are you serious’.
He just smiles at you innocently and kisses you again.
You tried again and again but he just wouldn’t open his mouth.
“P-please..” You didn’t even have time to stop the slight whimper escaping you as you buried your face in his shoulder, breathing shakily.
“Use your words baby”
“Please stop teasing me…”
“There we go. Wasn’t so hard now was it?”
And finally, he kissed you properly, his hand going to your nape to get all the right spots better.
You kissed him desperately, your tongue swirling around the cold metal of his piercing, before tugging on it, earning a soft groan from him that went straight to your core.
His head dipped lower, starting to work on your neck.
He had learned which spots you like and he used that to his advantage.
His hands roamed everywhere, not one inch left untouched by him, before resting on your inner thighs.
As the make out continued, you could feel his thumbs inching closer and closer to your sweet spot, yet never fully there.
It got you missing the vulnerable Jungkook back in the dressing room before the concert that didn’t tease you to death.
You could feel his hard on pressing against your core, and you desperately tried to grind to get some relief.
His head threatened to fall back, and his hips bucked up into yours as a slight groan left his mouth.
You continued to move against him, both of you getting lost in the moment.
“Jungkook-ah…”
You felt his fingers dig deep into your thighs at the way you moaned his name.
Both your breaths grew more shallow as you were reaching the edge.
you sunk your nails into his back, pressure pooling quickly in your core.
“y/n..f-fuck…”
He edged you till the very last second, then his hands held your hips from moving anymore.
You whined desperately.
“Jungkook….p-please…please…”
He didn’t want you or him to finish without any actual contact.
“Soon baby, soon”
He kissed you feverishly as his fingers found the bow of your bikini bottom on one side of your hip, untying it with one swift motion.
He did the same on the other side until the underwear was completely in his hands, and he quickly threw it out of the hot tub.
You fumbled with the waistband of his shorts before finally pulling it down and out of the tub, revealing the hard on he had for ages.
He grabbed your wrists and placed them around his shoulders.
“Your hands stay there. Got it?”
You nod, anticipating the next move.
Jungkook looked into your eyes as he positioned himself at your entrance.
You lowered yourself onto him slowly, feeling every single inch he was giving you.
You both let out a noise as he was fully inside you.
“Move.”
He didn’t need to tell you twice.
You started riding him slowly, unable to control the sounds coming out of you.
He wasn’t any better. After all the teasing, seeing you there on top of him made him lose control.
His head hit the tile behind him with a soft thump as he groaned, his hands moving with your hips to help you.
“Shit…you feel…so..good..”
You felt that same pressure pooling in your core, but this time, your walls actually had something to clench onto.
Your movements were precise and deep, each body roll making you see stars.
He hissed in pleasure as he leaned forward to attack your neck, biting down firmly before soothing the spots with his tongue.
“J-jungkook…i..i..”
He smirked at your cracked voice.
“I know baby, I know. You’re doing amazing, just..just keep moving”
His hot, ragged breath tingled against your neck, and you felt so close again.
Just as you were on the edge, he pushed you down, so that he could reach deeper inside of you, hitting your favorite spots.
You came apart on top of him, your hands shaking around his shoulders, as promised, and your choked whimpers filling the atmosphere.
He was quick to follow, a guttural, deep moan leaving his mouth as you clamped down on him, taking everything he gave you.
As you came down from your high and shivered against him, he moved your hair from your face with his wet hands.
He smirked, almost as if he was proud of himself. Proud that you were in his hot tub, proud that he was the one causing those noises to come out from your mouth.
You lifted your hips gently so that he could pull out, another whine coming from you at the empty feeling.
“You okay?”
He asked, his soft voice returning.
Nodding was all you could do at that point, and he noticed how deeply he had affected you.
As a breeze of cold air passed and you shivered again, he acted quickly.
“I’ll get us a towel and some clothes..”
“You’re gonna stay over right? Either way..it’s too late for you to be all alone on the streets”
And so that’s what he did. He got out of the tub and came back a few seconds later with some of his clothes for both of you and two towels, looking like he just won the lottery.
You were so whipped for him. Everything about him was just so perfect, you couldn’t help but smile.
He picked you up and out of the tub bridal style, taking you inside, his eyes never leaving yours.
He helped you dry off and put on his clothes, placing soft, reverent kisses everywhere he could, especially on your neck to soothe the bite marks you knew would be visible tomorrow.
After he carried you to his favorite bedroom, you both lay on his bed, snuggled in a cocoon. Your head was on his chest as he played with the ends of your hair.
“i love you y/n”
“i love you too J”
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