Suggestive!
Fic is a standalone drabble-ish? That I wrote on a whim 😭
Pairing: Idol! Jungkook x black fem reader
Tags: suggestive context, allusions to sexual acts, 2018 BTS, Jungkook is in love, FLUFFFFFF!!!
Tag list: @ririkookiemonster @le3worl @freshmoondragon
You watch as the other Armys file out of the arena, hearts so filled to the brim with joy, that their bodies eject it as tears. Most of them leave with their army bombs in one hand, and their freebies in the other.
You on the other hand? You find yourself with your army bomb in one hand, and the weight of what you assume is a ridiculously expensive pen in the other.
Your heart thumps so erratically in your chest, that you feel like if you swallowed too hard it would end up in the depth of your stomach. You’re not sure why you’re this nervous; not sure why your palms always sweat and your breaths become so shallow.
Mayhaps it’s the scandalousness of it all.
There’s a bottle of water on the small table in front of you, a straw already poking out of the cap. You roll your eyes as you unscrew the cover and gulp it down. The boots are starting to hurt your feet, but you keep them on. They look powerful, sexy.
They make you feel sexy.
And God knows you need to keep feeling that way for as long as possible to keep up the facade of confidence.
You’re too restless to sit, so you walk over to the one way window, and watch the droves of people scurry out of the venue. You’re far up enough that they almost look like ants.
You’re so distracted that you don’t hear the door open and close. You barely catch on to the sound of approaching footsteps before there’s a pair of long arms snaking around your waist. Your body tenses before you relax into the hold, knowing it could only be one person.
“Hi,” you say in an almost breathless whisper.
He mumbles out a soft greeting in return, the sound getting lost in the crook of your neck as he plants his lips there
“Did you enjoy the show?” He asks, hands caressing the section of your stomach that’s exposed.
Despite the warmth spreading through your entire body, you can’t help but giggle a bit. You wondered how long he would keep repeating the very first question he’d ever asked you.
A part of you wishes he’ll keep doing it forever.
An even bigger part of you prays that you’ll always be there to hear it.
He spins you around, grateful that your hair is caught in a bun. It’s not that he minds having to push your braids back, and Lord knows how much he enjoys wrapping them around his hands and pull- he’s getting off track.
The point is, you have such a beautiful face. From your brown eyes to your full, two toned lips, to the pretty charm that dangles from your nose.
Fuck, he loves you.
But he can’t tell you that. Not when the only thing keeping you together is a stupid contract he makes you sign every time he wants to bury himself inside you.
The room is quiet, it always is when you two do this. The sound of your laboured breaths is the only thing left filling the space. Jungkook Isn't the best at English, and you aren’t the best at Korean. But Jungkook is confident that your pussy invented Hangul with how fluently she speaks to him.
You both have a common language.
Pleasure.
And you give it to each other so easily, so well that if you really did tell anyone that you and Jungkook were fuck buddies, He would contact the press himself to let them know it was true.
Jungkook is a beautiful singer. He knows that; it’s the entirety of his existence . It’s his job. But the sounds that you pull out of him? The sounds that come out of your mouth?
Jungkook is in, deep.
And not just inside you.
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You make beautiful music together. Your harmonised moans and the synchronized slapping of skin as your hips meet far outdo anything that Jungkook thinks Yoongi will ever be able to produce (not that he’d ever tell his hyung that)
Jungkook kisses you like a man starved, like he’s scared that you will disappear, that the mere thought of having to wait to have you again drives him absolutely insane. (Because it does).
Jungkook takes his time to explore you, to learn you, to love you for as long as he can. Every time.
He fucks you like he wants you to remember him for a long time. How he feels, how he looks, how well he takes you.
And his reasons are very simple.
He has no way to contact you. You’ve never exchanged numbers, or even email addresses, because that’s how NDAs work.
NDAs in the entertainment industry are used mostly to protect an artist's image after their one night stands. They work because it will likely be the first and only last time someone is in such close proximity to the artist.
But you and Jungkook keep finding each other.
You because you keep showing up to concerts, and him because he keeps looking for you. Searching row by row, seat by seat until he spots you. Jungkook thinks he’d be able to find you in a sea of a million people (if they ever became that popular)
Your hookups always end with Jungkook kissing all over your face, telling you in the cutest, most reverent mix of broken English and the most delicate Korean how beautiful you are as he helps you get dressed.
He sneaks money into your purse, like he always does when you’re not looking, with a note that says “eat” on it and nothing else. He bends at your feet so you can use his shoulders as leverage to put on your shoes, and insists on carrying your freebies and merch in one hand whilst intertwining your fingers with the other.
He always thinks it’s so strange how you’ve never asked him for anything. No merch, no free tickets, no pictures…nothing. You’re content with spending your own money to come to the shows because you actually love his craft; because you love his members. And that means more to him that he'll e er be able to express to you.
So sue him if he tosses VIP sound check lanyards to their upcoming shows in your massive tote bag of merch, and charge him if he slips in one of his necklaces from tonight’s set along with it.
Jungkook can buy a million necklaces, and perform at a thousand other shows. But he can only find one you, and he intends to keep you.
He smiles as you hold onto his pinky, rambling on and on about what a great time you had at the concert, and how sexy everyone was. The hotel corridor is empty, your excited voice bounces off the walls and Jungkook adores it.
He doesn’t understand most of it, but he loves you.
You chatter away right up until Jungkook leads you into the backseat of the unmarked car his manager is driving. He places your bags on the seat beside you, and fastens your seatbelt.
He brings your noses together and places a soft kiss on your lips.
“See you next time.” He says, because saying “I love you” would be very stupid of him.
“Next time” you agree, because wrapping yourself around him and refusing to leave would probably get you slapped with a restraining order.
But as the door slides shut and you watch as Jungkook disappears from your view, you smile.
Because there will be a next time.
There will always be a next time.
Fin