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Shouldn’t

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You shouldn’t have entertained Jungkook’s games. You should’ve just kept your distance. But now, it’s too late, isn’t it?

warnings: alcohol, cursing, protected sex (penis in vagina), oral (female receiving). Please remember that ff smut is fictional.

word count: 6.3k

a/n: so, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I wish it hadn’t taken this long, but I was sick, life got in the way, and I was tired and uninspired. I hope the next chapter won’t take as long. Thank you so much for your patience 🙏🏻 I hope you’ll love this chapter because I’m nervous!!!

it’s just I’m constantly on the cusp

of trying to kiss you

“Had fun tonight?” 

Jungkook leans against the door, his arms crossed over his chest, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. He waits for your answer, his eyes steady, teasing, expectant.

You grab the towel from the counter to dry your hands, pressing your back against the sink, putting as much distance between you and him as possible in the cramped kitchen. You wish you could just disappear.

You need a way out.

“Yeah, it was nice,” you say, trying to sound as casual as possible while drying your already dry hands with the towel.

“I’m not much of a gamer, but it was fun watching you lose,” you add, throwing in the tease to make it sound more natural.

Jungkook stands up and takes a small step forward, smiling as if he finds you amusing.

“Me? Losing? How could you say that?” He scoffs playfully, his whole chest moving. “Loser.”

“This was my first time. But you? You game every day. You should be better than this.” You mock him with an even look on your face. 

He keeps smiling. “I was still better than you.”

You shrug. “Not impressed.”

“Not impressed?” He smirks, taking another step forward.

You clutch the towel tightly, trying to hold his gaze, to withstand the rising tension, not to be the first to fold.

He gives you a once-over, moving his eyes up until they meet yours again.

“Not really.” You try to sound nonchalant, but you’re aware your tone is a little too high.

Jungkook clicks his tongue, tilting his head with a small roll of his eyes.

“Okay.”

He looks at you again, head still tilted, that annoying smirk on his face.

“So, are you done avoiding me?” 

That little shit. 

He couldn’t just let it go? Couldn’t he?

Did you really think he’d let you act like nothing happened?

You’re an idiot for even entertaining the thought.

What should you do? How are you gonna get out of this mess?

Act a fool.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He moves closer, that stupid smile still plastered on his face, like he finds it funny.

“You don’t know?”

You clutch the towel tighter in your fingers, feeling your throat grow drier as the space between you shrinks.

You feel trapped, like a deer caught in headlights—except, in this case, you're the one who handed Jungkook the car keys.

“Nope.”

You try to stick to your plan. Be cool, act like nothing happened.

He’s really close now. If he reached out, he could touch you.

Not that you want that. You’re sure it’s a terrible idea. 

Distance is good. Distance is better.

Even if he’s hell-bent on demolishing it, along with the little restraint you have left.

“Good.” He says, stopping in front of you.

“So, you’re done avoiding me.”

He says it like he’s stating a fact, smiling like he won this stupid fight.

You roll your eyes. Holding the towel in front of you, like a barrier between you two—as if it could protect you from him somehow.

He leans in even closer, a shit-eating grin on his face that can’t mean anything good.

“Now we can get to the fun part.”

He says in a low voice, and it does things to you it really shouldn’t.

You shouldn’t be here right now.

You shouldn’t be testing yourself like this.

You try to hold on to the little defiance you have left.

You scoff, but it’s weak; it lacks its usual bite. “What do you want?”

Jungkook leans back, giving you a quick once-over.

“There are a few things I can think of.”

He tilts his head, looking at you with a challenge in his eyes, daring you to play along.

You feel the heat rise in your chest, creeping up to your face.

A million thoughts race through your mind.

Should you just give in? Play along? Erase that smile from his face, like you know you can? Like you’ve done countless times before?

No.

You shouldn’t.

There’s no way this can end well. Where will you even go?

Jungkook is a textbook fuckboy.

But why is that a bad thing? You could just fuck once.

Fuck it out of your system. Fuck him out of your mind.

It could be just a one-time thing.

But then what?

You’ll go to grab breakfast, and he’ll be like, ‘Hey, remember the time I was balls-deep inside of you?’

You can’t live like that. It’d be too awkward. There’s a reason you decided it’s a line you shouldn’t cross. A reason you decided no more fuckboys.

You’re ready for an upgrade. It’s time to start living like an adult. And as an adult, you need a man who can treat you right. 

Jungkook is not that man. He can’t handle you.

You’re quiet for too long—it’s starting to get awkward.

You’re just standing there, flustered, while Jungkook looks at you with that smug smirk.

He starts to lean forward slowly, closing the gap between you. Your heart pounds loudly in your chest.

There are only a few inches between you now, and he reaches his hand toward you. His fingers brush the side of your upper arm, sending goosebumps across your skin.

You curse yourself for taking off the hoodie to clean the kitchen. You need its protection right now.

Jungkook is so close you can feel his breath on your shoulder. You try to collect yourself—your words, your protest.

You manage a weak, “W-what are yo—” when Jungkook suddenly pulls back.

He’s holding the cleaning spray in his hand, a pleased grin spreading across his face.

“I’ll go clean the coffee table.” He turns on his heels and leaves the kitchen.

Fuck. 

You let out a sigh, not realizing you’d been holding your breath.

What does he think he’s doing?

That little prick.

You want to wipe that stupid smirk off his face so badly.

You want him to regret the day he decided to play these games with you.

Ughhh.

But you can’t. You shouldn’t. That’s exactly what he wants, right?

For you to lose your cool. To make a wrong move.

You need to keep it together.

You grab a bottle of water from the fridge and lean against the countertop, cooling yourself down before heading back out. You can’t stay in the kitchen forever.

Maybe you could?

No, no. You can’t.

You take a deep breath and walk into the living room.

Jungkook is sitting in the middle of the couch, scrolling on his phone.

He looks up as you walk in. You brace yourself for his smug, annoying, infuriating face. But instead, you’re met with something soft. His eyes are big, wide, doe-like, and he gives you a sweet, almost shy smile.

“Wanna play some more?”

It’s weird. You look at him, shocked by the sudden change.

“Come on, it’s still early. I’m not ready to go to bed. I’ll even let you choose the game.” He sounds sweet, pleading, almost innocent.

What happened between the kitchen and the living room? When did he switch from his fuckboy persona to this sweet boy?

You’re about to say no. It’s a really bad idea.

“Are you scared you’ll lose again?” he says, smirking.

Oh, the little fuck. 

Hell no.

You scoff.

“What games do you have?” you ask, plopping down on the couch beside him.

He smiles at you before turning to the TV, scrolling through the games he owns. Then you spot something.

“Pokemon!”

He giggles, raising an eyebrow as he looks at you. “You like Pokemon?”

“Who doesn’t like Pokemon?” you reply, frowning.

“Psychopaths.” 

Jungkook holds a straight face for a moment before bursting into laughter, and you join in.

“Pokemon it is, then,” he says with a nod as he selects the game.

You play for a while, exploring the city, collecting money, buying potions, and battling Pokemon. The light banter never stops, with you two arguing about who’s the best Pokemon trainer. You are, obviously.

"Let’s head towards that forest we saw earlier," Jungkook says, and you follow.

You spot a wild Squirtle running past you. You press frantically on the controller buttons—you need that Squirtle. That Squirtle is yours. 

But it looks like Jungkook spots him too. He throws his Pokéball at the same time.

“Fuck off, JK. He’s mine.”

He scoffs playfully. “Not if I catch him first.”

You’re both extremely invested in catching that Squirtle, pressing buttons like your life depends on it. But that little fucker is persistent. He’s not letting you catch him easily. You try to concentrate, planning the perfect throw to finally catch him, but a millisecond before your Pokéball hits, Jungkook snags him.

“Nooooo.” You throw the controller dramatically to your side.

Jungkook throws his hands in the air, cheering loudly, “Fuck yeah.”

“I can’t believe you got him,” you complain, annoyed.

“What can I say? I’m the better trainer.” He smiles smugly as he leans back on the couch.

“No, but you don’t get it—Squirtle is my favorite,” you whine, pouting.

He snorts and chuckles, “Of course he is.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you frown at him.

“Basic ass,” he giggles.

You gasp and throw a pillow at him. “Fuck you.”

He catches the pillow easily. “Let me guess, you like him because he’s a turtle?” he says, laughing.

“Of course I like him because he’s a turtle!” you shout.

Jungkook laughs uncontrollably.

“Let’s hear yours, Mr. Sophisticated,” you say sarcastically, crossing your arms over your chest in fake annoyance. You can barely hold back your smile.

Jungkook tries to stifle his laughter long enough to answer. “Charizard.”

“Charizard?!”

Jungkook nods as he tries to control his giggles. 

How dare he? 

“You gave me shit for liking Squirtle, and your favorite is fucking Charizard?!”

You can’t believe his audacity, so you continue your monologue. “This is like the most basic dude answer ever.”

“And let me guess, you like him because he’s the strongest?” you ask mockingly.

“Da,” he says with wide eyes and raised brows, nodding like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Trade the Squirtle with me,” you ask with a pout.

“Na-ah. No way,” he laughs.

“Then I’ll catch the Charmander.”

He snorts. “I’d like to see you try.”

You give him your best death glare. “You’ll regret this.”

He chuckles and shakes his head as he stands up. “Want a beer?”

You shake your head. “Na, I’m good.”

He takes a step toward the kitchen, and you hastily catch his wrist with both of your hands.

Jungkook snaps back around.

“Please give me your Squirtle,” you whine.

“I’ll trade you whatever you want,” you add with a pout and pleading eyes.

You expect Jungkook to laugh, to keep this stupid fight going.

But instead, he looks startled and flustered for a moment. Then, something shifts in his expression. It darkens, growing more dangerous. A small, crooked smirk creeps onto his lips as he looks down at you with dark eyes.

He taps his lips with his finger, glancing up at the ceiling as he hums, pretending to think.

“Hmmm, let me think. Anything I want, you say?”

Jungkook looks back down at you, his eyes narrowed, head tilted. He pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

He tilts his head further, raising his brows slightly as if suggesting you know exactly what he wants.

And you're not stupid—you do. You can barely be mad at him for the suggestion. You practically laid it out for him with all the ‘whatever you want.’ Of course, a guy like Jungkook would jump on the opportunity.

You roll your eyes playfully and pull back your hand. "Jungkook!"

He chuckles light-heartedly. “Fine,” he says dramatically, “I’ll give you my Squirtle. No need to be so dramatic.”

You clap your hands and squeak in joy.

Jungkook shakes his head with an amused smile, turning toward the kitchen.

“You know what? Bring me a beer too,” you call after him. You have a feeling you’ll need it.

A few hours later, you’ve explored a decent chunk of the game, collected more Pokémon, and drank a couple (or more) beers. Both of you are probably too tired to keep playing seriously, so now you’re just strolling lazily through the world, looking for easy tasks to do.

You shouldn’t be here. 

You should’ve gone to bed a long time ago. You know that. 

But you can’t bring yourself to leave. This is probably the most fun you’ve had in a while. Your cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing. Being with Jungkook like this feels easy. Too easy. And too fun.

This is exactly why you shouldn’t be here.

Jungkook yawns, stretching as he leans back onto the sofa.

“Do you think Ash and Misty fuck?” 

You snap your head to look at him, your eyes wide in shock. He’s already looking at you, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. “WTF?! They’re children! You perv.”

He chuckles, his voice rough from tiredness and alcohol, and probably from laughing too much. It does things to you. You don’t feel cold anymore. 

You definitely shouldn’t be here.

He scoffs playfully. “I don’t mean when they were kids, perv,” he teases, his tone light and mocking. “I mean when they’re adults.”

“No?” you give him a scandalized look. “They’re friends?”

Jungkook laughs. “What does them being friends have to do with them fucking?”

“Because you don’t fuck friends,” you say, as if it’s obvious, waving your hands. Because really, you shouldn’t fuck friends. Someone always wants something more, and the friendship gets ruined. It never ends well.

“Oh, come on, y/n. You wanna tell me you haven’t fucked friends?” He says it like he knows. Because he probably does. Because you did. You did fuck friends. This is why you know it’s a bad idea. 

You feel like you’ve been caught. “What do you mean?” You try to act innocent, but it's not working.

Jungkook smirks, his gaze never leaving yours. “You know the walls in this apartment are very thin.”

Is he saying what you think he’s saying? It’s not news to you, but it’s one thing knowing and another to talk about it with your fucking roommate.

“I-I-” you try to mumble something, but the words just won’t come out. Jungkook laughs.

“Come on, y/n. You and I both know we’ve heard each other fuck, and more, in this apartment.”

“The fact that it happened doesn’t mean I want to talk about it!” you snap at him. 

Jungkook just laughs, as if it’s the funniest thing in the world. “You’re so cute. Jigglypuff.”

“WHAT?!”

“Jigglypuff—the cute pink Pokémon that sings?”

“I know what a fucking Jigglypuff is, Jungkook.”

“You’re all cute and pink when you’re blushing. Just like a Jigglypuff.”

“SHUT UP.” You feel yourself blushing even more.

Jungkook can barely breathe from laughing now, and you try not to laugh with him, instead giving him your best threatening glare. But it only makes him laugh harder.

“You think you look scary? Jiggly?”

“SHUT UP!” You yell again, leaning forward to hit his chest.

But before you can pull back, Jungkook grabs your wrist, keeping it pressed against his chest. He pulls you toward him, and you lose your balance, crashing into him.

With both hands pressed against his chest, you can feel his warmth, his heart beating unnervingly fast. You try not to think about how firm and broad his chest feels. 

You try. But you probably lost that inhibition two beers ago.

Your faces are inches apart now, and you can feel his warm breath fanning over your face. You can also smell his cologne—a classic fuckboy scent you’ve smelled a hundred times before, but it somehow smells good on him. It’s fresh, spicy. 

He smells like a man. 

His eyes are big, dark, and impossibly shiny. You think you’ve never seen eyes that shine so much. You feel entranced, unable to look away.

You shouldn’t have these thoughts about your roommate. You shouldn’t be pressed against him to notice all these things. 

You really shouldn’t be here.

But you are. Jungkook leans in, and you feel his breath catch in his throat. He hesitates, stopping just an inch from you before closing the distance entirely.

The kiss is intense, desperate, urgent—like your life depends on it. It’s like a crack in a dam, and you’re trying to stop it with your hand, but the dam finally gives way. The pressure crushes you, the flood sweeping you away. You can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t control yourself when Jungkook kisses you like that.

You try to grab into sanity. You try to hold yourself in the present. You try to focus on his lips on yours. They’re soft but firm. Adjusting to your rhythm yet demanding. And he tastes good. You never thought that kissing could taste good. You can’t even explain what he tastes like. 

He tastes like an addiction. 

Jungkook lets go of your wrist and slides both hands to your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. The movement makes you shift your hands from his chest to wrap around his neck.

And Jungkook fucking grunts. It makes your head spin. 

You sigh into the kiss as he pulls you down, leaning back to lie on the couch. Jungkook slips his hands under your shirt, his big, warm palms brushing over your ribs. You shudder in his hold, and you can feel him smirk into the kiss. 

He pulls back just enough to flip the two of you over, holding himself up on his hands as he hovers above you.

“Fuck. I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he breathes out, voice hushed and breathless. But before you can even reply, he crushes his lips back to yours.

He leans on one forearm, the other hand moving to your face. His thumb traces your cheek while his fingers rest lightly on your jaw. 

It’s his tattooed hand, and the thought sends a wave of heat crawling down your abdomen. You move your hands to gently push his hair back from his face, pulling him even closer with the same motion.

Jungkook groans into the kiss as his hips buck into you. Your legs must have a life of their own because somehow they’re spread, and Jungkook is between them. You have no idea when that happened. 

Jungkook adjusts his position, and he grinds his hips again, directly into your core. You let out an airy moan into his mouth. 

You can feel him smile as he moves his lips to the side of your face, down your jaw, and to your neck. 

He moves his free hand under your shirt. His lips and hand are hungry, demanding. Reaching every piece of skin they can get. And everywhere they touch, you feel yourself burning. You feel like he sets you up on fire.

Jungkook grinds his hips into you once more, and both of you moan in sync. You into his ear and him into the crock of your neck. Leaving goosebumps on your skin. 

You inhale a sharp breath. “I’m not letting you fuck me on the couch.” You say breathlessly. 

Jungkook props himself up on one arm. His breath is uneven, lips are swollen and glossy, hair is a mess, eyes are dark. And he fucking smirks at you. 

“Okay," he says smugly, and he rolls his hips particularly well, he hits just the right spot. You whine breathlessly as your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

He chuckles, and you look back at him, narrowing your eyes. 

He tilts his head, smirk growing wider. “So, where do you want me to fuck you?” 

You roll your eyes, this time in annoyance. “Who said you’re going to fuck me?” 

He chuckles again and grinds his hips once again, making you let out an involuntary, embarrassing moan again. 

“Jungkook!” you try to yell, but the sound comes out choked.

This time, he giggles—not his usual low, manly chuckle, but a sweet, boyish giggle.

He pushes himself up, and with one swift motion, he pulls off his shirt. It’s definitely not the first time you see Jungkook shirtless. He personally made sure of it. But something about the view of shirtless Jungkook between your spread legs is thrilling more than you could have expected. 

Your eyes trail down from his defined pecs to his abs and his prominent v-line. You can’t help yourself from reaching your hand, moving your fingers gently from his navel and down his faint happy-trail. You feel him shudder under your touch, and when you look back up, he has a pleased smile on his face. 

He reaches his hands, tugging at the hem of your shirt, and you push yourself up, giving him space to remove it. 

The moment you flop back onto the couch, Jungkook hands are on you. Moving around exploring the newly exposed skin. His eyes widen as he follows his touch, and his lips part, as if he’s in awe of the sight before him.

He leans forward, giving your lips a soft peck, softer than anything that had transpired between the two of you up until now, before trailing his lips down to your collarbone. He gently kisses and licks from your neck to your shoulders. Keeping his lips on you all the time. He moves lower to your chest. 

“You’re so pretty. Prettier than I imagined.” He murmurs against your skin; face nuzzled in the valley between your breasts.  

“You’ve been thinking about me?” You aim for bratty and teasing, but it comes out breathless and whiny instead.

Jungkook pulls back, pushing himself up again, giving you a no-bullshit look. He places his hands on your waist, holding you in place. “Do you really need to ask that?”

You’d answer with some snarky comment if you could, if only you had enough focus to gather your words. But you can’t find the defiance in you when he’s looking at you like that.

He slides his hands down, stopping them on the band of your shorts. He looks up at your face with a tilt of his head and a question on his face. You push your hips up, allowing him to pull your shorts down. 

When your shorts are on the floor, Jungkook stands up, removing his own before returning to his position between your legs. He leans closer to your face, pushes away a hair strand from your face, and caresses your cheek with his fingers. You look at each other in silence, closely examining each other's features. 

Jungkook parts his lips as if he’s about to say something, but then he stops and dives in to kiss you instead.

The kiss is immediately intense.

As if neither of you want, or could, hold themselves back. The kiss is all lips and tongue at teeth, with airy sighs and desperate whines. 

You move your lips to his neck, nipping with your lips and teeth at the sensitive spot behind his ear. Jungkook let a shaky moan as you continue to explore the skin of the column of his throat. He glides his hand on the side of your body and down between your legs. 

He brushes his fingers over the top part of your panties, and you exhale, leaning your forehead on his shoulder. He’s slowly moving his hand down, gliding his finger lightly over your clothed folds. You let out a choked moan. His digits hover over the wetness that soaks through the fabric and he presses a little harder over your entrance. 

“Fuck. You want me that bad, baby?” 

Jungkook doesn’t wait for an answer. He starts to trail down, kissing a path from your chest down to between your legs. He’s peppering kisses all over your inner thighs and lower abdomen. You slightly writhe and whine, and he’s moving his hands to hold you from your thighs. He looks up at you, eyes dark and hooded. He ducks his head, while keeping eye contact, as he presses a hard kiss over your clit. You moan, and he’s smirking as his lips are still on you. 

He moves his fingers under the side of your panties, tugging it a bit. “Can I?” 

You bite you lip, nod, and he pulls them off for you. 

He settles back between your legs, looking between them before looking back up at you with a devilish smile. He slips his hands to the underside of your thighs, propping them up a little, giving him better access. 

And without another warning, he goes right in. 

Tongue finds your clit immediately, causing you to gasp, back arching from the couch. 

Your response only spurs Jungkook further. You feel him everywhere and exactly where you need him all at once. You don’t know how he does it. It’s not the first time someone has eaten you out, but it’s definitely never felt like that. 

Jungkook gives a particular precise lick, and you moan loudly, hands flying to his hair. 

He looks up at you, eyes barely seen under his lids, and he grunts when your gaze meets. 

The vibration sends you further, higher, and you tug at his hair with one hand while the other tries to catch the couch, something to hold onto. But you find Jungkook's forearm, grabbing it as it could help you. But it can’t. 

Because the pace he is setting is almost animalistic, unleashed. And you don’t understand how it feels so good so soon. 

Oh, god. You’re going to come embarrassingly fast. 

You wish you could control it, wish you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

But fuck. It feels so good. 

You’re a mess by now. Your moans are barely audible, throat dry from gasping for air.

And you’re getting closer and closer to the edge. 

It's as if every movement of his mouth is precise, intentional, and deliberate in its meaning. You hate that he knows exactly what he's doing. 

But oh god, you love this so much. 

And when you think that that’s it, that you’re right there, just a little more and it’s done for you, Jungkook changes tactics. 

His lips catch your clit, sucking on it lightly while his tongue does something you can’t explain. Because your brain can’t even grasp what the fuck is going on right now. How he managed to take you away from your pending orgasm while also making everything feel so much better. 

It’s a height you never visited. 

It’s so good, it’s almost too much. 

You’re pretty sure you’re screaming by now. You don’t have much connection to reality at the moment. The only thing you can feel is Jungkook’s mouth between your legs. 

Yet, he speeds up, moving his lips and tongue in sync to a faster rhythm. 

This time, you’re rushing to the edge. 

And before you can even grasp it, it comes crushing on you. 

Strong, hard waves, making you shake and cry. 

You’re gasping, moaning, trying to catch a single breath. 

But before your orgasm even ends, Jungkook is pushing a finger into you. Curling it up and moving faster and faster. 

You try to prop yourself a little up, to look at him with wide eyes through the haze of your pleasure. “J-Jung— ah fuck” he looks up at you, but he doesn’t slow, doesn’t stop. 

The opposite, he adds another finger, quicking his pace.

It’s as if he’s a man on a mission—a mission to tear you apart, and he won’t stop until he’s completed it.

You flop back onto the couch, and your hands try to hold onto the cushions or grab something as your whole body trembles. 

And it hits you again. Harder, faster, stronger. Like you never felt before. 

And you hate to say it, but that was the best orgasm of your life. 

When you start to come down from your second high—well, or maybe it's the first, you're not sure if you ever stopped coming—Jungkook finally pulls away. 

He moves up and kisses your lower stomach before looking up at you with a smile—a sweet, pleased smile. You're still a shuddering mess beneath him, your gaze fixed on him, a hint of shock on your face at what just happened.

Jungkook lays on top of you, head resting on your chest. 

“That was fun,” he murmurs, his voice contented. 

You frown, hand going to push his head up so you could see his face. 

“Aren’t you going to bring a condom?” 

Jungkook is giving you a matching, mocking frown. “Didn’t you say that you won’t let me fuck you on the couch?” 

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Jungkook!” 

Because let’s be real. There's no way he actually planned for this to stop here.

Right?

“You want me this bad, baby?” he says in a teasing, fake sultry tone.

“Just go get the condom,” you grumble back. 

He stands up, giving you a salute. “Ay ay, captain!” And he heads to his room. 

You’re propped up on your elbows when he returns, practically skipping towards you with a condom in hand. 

You watch him as he stops by the couch, pushing down his boxers. 

Oh, shit. 

Oh.

Shit.

You’re staring. You know you are. But you can’t help it. 

Why does he look this good? 

Yeah. You get it now. 

You get why he’s so cocky. 

The little shit. 

Fucking hell. This is going to hunt you, doesn’t it? 

You move your gaze up to his face, and he’s looking down at you with a huge smirk. 

He tilts his head to the side. 

He doesn’t even ask you if you like what you see. 

Because he knows. 

Fuck. 

You hate this. 

He opens the package before slowly rolling the condom on his dick. Keeping eye contact with you. Daring, or maybe waiting for you to say something. 

You need to hold to the little bit of dignity left in you. So you won’t.

You’re also pretty sure his ego doesn’t need it. 

When he’s done, he crawls back between your legs, big palms rubbing your thighs. He grabs behind your knees, lifting them, and folds your legs, gently resting your feet on the couch. 

Without a word, he grabs the base of his dick with one hand, the other holding your hip, aligning his length with your folds. 

But he doesn’t push in yet. He just looks back up at you. 

He moves a tiny bit forward, making you feel like he's going to push in, making you let out a little gasp, but he doesn’t. 

He just moves it around, playing with your folds. 

He does it a couple more times. Each time, pushing a tinniest more in. Each time, you can feel your hole clench around nothing. Waiting for more. Making you whine with need. Leaving you aching. 

Why is he trying to make you lose your mind? 

When he does it for the ninth time, you whine loudly. You want to complain, to tell him to stop the teasing. “Junko–” But he drags his tip over your clit, making you moan.

And he fucking chuckles. A low, mean chuckle. 

“What?” he asks with fake innocence. 

“Stop playing.” You try to bite, to sound mad. But the little dick, well, not that it’s little, fuck, him. He’s the dick. A huge dick. Shit, no. He’ll never hear it from you. That fuckface, he pushes a mere millimeter in before leaning back. 

You whine, “Jun–” and he moves the tip over your clit again, making the whine of his name hitch in your throat. 

He smirks down at you. “Oh, baby,” he purrs mockingly. “I need to know what you want.” He tilts his head, waiting for your answer as he lazily drags his length over your folds. 

You exhale through your nose, clearly infuriated.

“Jungkook,” you try to warn, attempting to sound stern.

He chuckles, a playful glint in his eyes. “What?”

He leans down, kissing you softly, a stark contrast to his earlier cocky behavior.

His hand round your back, unclasping your bra and pulling it aside.

“I really need to hear you say it,” he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot before he pulls back, kneeling above you.

You give him an even look. But you know, and he knows, that you’ll give in. 

“Fine.” You say as harshly as you manage, with his cock pushing against your entrance.  

“I want you to fuck me, Jungkook.” 

You roll your eyes. “Pleased?” 

He smiles. A big boyish bunny smile. Not a smile you expect to see from someone inches from fucking you. “Very.” 

Then, with a smooth and gentle but swift motion, he pushes in. You share a sound between a sigh and a moan as he bottoms out. 

And just like that, all the cockiness has slipped out of him. 

Jungkook stops like that. Deep inside of you, leaning above you just a little, breath heavy and uneven. His eyes widen, but as he tries to make a slight movement thrusting in, they shut down forcefully. 

“Fuck.” He courses under his breath. 

You feel the stretch, the slight burn. But he feels good, full. 

You’d urge him to start moving, but you need to enjoy it. Finally, you have power over him. Finally, you whipped the smirk off his stupid face. You need to taunt him.

“What happened? Are you going to come already?” you say, your voice full of condescension.

He drops his head forward, but you can see the corners of his mouth twitching, a quiet, barely audible laugh escaping him.

When he looks back up, his cocky persona is fully intact, that smug smirk returning to his face.

“Wasn’t expecting you to feel this good,” he says in a gruff voice, and you try to ignore the heat that it stirs in you. “But don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna enjoy every second of this.”

And before you can answer, he starts thrusting. Moving in and out of you with precise motion and increasing pace. 

He holds your waist, stabilizing himself as he fucks you.

He fucks you good. 

Shit.

He slides his hands to grab above your ass, gripping your thighs,  pushing your legs up and apart, allowing him to get in deeper. 

Jungkook grunts loudly from the new angle, and it causes you to open your eyes to look at him. You didn’t even realize you had closed them, to begin with. 

He has a deep frown between his brows, skin shiny from breaking a slight sweat, maybe also from your slick that remained on him. He picks up the pace, letting out a sound between a sigh and a groan, biting his bottom lip hard.

With each thrust, you feel all the air pushes out of your lungs. Your whole body moves from the force of his hips hitting yours. And if he hadn’t held your hips, you're pretty sure you’d be pushed off the couch. You’re gonna be sore tomorrow. 

Not that you can care right now. All you can think about is how Jungkook’s tip drags over your walls again and again. How he hits spots you didn’t feel before when he thrusts deeper. How his hands hold you firmly but they still stay gentle.

How he looks as he fuck you senseless. Like he’s trying to keep it together, on the edge of losing control, drowning in pleasure, completely immersed in the feeling of fucking you. 

You can see he’s fighting to keep his eyes open. You can sense the slips of his movement, indicating he is trying his best to maintain the steady pace of his hips. You can feel his fingers twitch, not to hold you aggressively. 

He grunts as he stills deep after a strong thrust, falling forward to lay on his forearms. His lips find yours in a soft kiss before he resumes the movement of his hips. 

The pace is frantic, yet he still keeps his mount on yours as you moan with each thrust. 

You can’t understand the contrast between the way he’s fucking you and the way he’s kissing you. It’s like your mouth and pussy are having a totally different experience. Like each gets an entirely different Jungkook. 

Jungkook’s movements start to lose their rhythm; it’s subtle at first, but with the way you hear his chucked moan, you know he’s nearing his end. You know he’s doing his best to hold himself. 

You wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to push in deeper. 

And he moans loudly, thrust getting messier. His movements become more and more shallow and rapid before he pushes one last time in, stilling deep inside of you. His whole body tensing before he collapses, forehead resting on yours, and you feel his dick twitches inside of you. 

After a minute, he relaxes bit by bit. Shoulders losing their tension, and his lengt stops jerking, he let out a sigh and lays on top of you. 

His head resting on your chest, one of his hands holding your hip as the other finds your hand to hold.

You’re still fuzzy, head floating from pleasure. 

You lay like that for a few minutes, breaths still uneven.

You can feel the beating of his heart, and you think it’s in sync with yours. 

It’s nice and warm. His weight feels right, comforting on you. 

You’re starting to cool off. Feeling the sweat sticking you bodies together. 

Your breath gets slower, steady. Your mind is starting to clear. 

Both of you are quite before Jungkook giggles, then lets out a happy sigh as he moves his hands to pull you into a hug.

You really shouldn’t be here.

You should have gone to bed hours ago.

You shouldn’t have done this. 

a/n2: (author note? at the end? who am I?) so, this is definitely the smuttiest smut I've posted so far. What are we thinking? How are we feeling? How do we think Jungkook feels? I'm honestly a bit anxious about how this chapter will be received, so I hope you liked it!

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[radiance1]

Little Burning Spice Cookie rant thing.

So, I've seen a bit about people thinking that Burning Spice Cookie's reason for going rouge was kind of... Not it, really? Which is fine and dandy, their opinion an all.

But to me, I think it's a pretty solid reason for Burning Spice Cookie and like... Characters like him, I suppose?

Okay so, Burning Spice Cookie held the Light of Change before it was taken from him and he was imprisoned and, like the other 4 Beasts before their fall, they represented and were practically the physical embodiments of those concepts (I think.)

To be honest, out of each of the Beasts I genuinely think that Burning Spice Cookie's concept was the most ironic, and the one most prone to, well, 'failure' for a lack of a better word.

(Though if I'm wrong, lemme know.)

Knowledge, Volition, Happiness, and Solidarity are all concepts that are prone to change.

Knowledge. Pretty self-explanatory, with anything new that is discovered, or prior knowledge viewed from a different angle, then that knowledge in itself would change.

Volition. Kind of difficult for me to explain but like, one's willpower could either crumble and fade or hardened and become stronger than ever. You could remain true to your own will, or submit to another's. Thus, change.

Happiness. Anything can make it happen, across various individuals the same or something different can make them happy. Or, the opposite, what once made them happy no longer does, thus changing.

Solidarity. People can no long believe in the same thing, what once brought them together in unity could no longer be enough to uphold it. A common interest that they no longer support, thus changing their views on the subject and no longer being in solidarity with others.

To me, all of the other Beasts before the fall where capable of changing, as the concepts they were meant to embody were all given the range to.

Except, Burning Spice Cookie.

He was the only one, the only Beast, that was supposed to be unchanging. Despite his very concept being that of change. Ironically, Burning Spice Cookie would have been the only one who was to remain steadfast, unchanging throughout history entirely despite everything else changing around him.

Stagnant.

The pure opposite of what he meant, made to embody.

So, of course, he got bored.

Burning Spice Cookie, despite representing change, was stagnant. Meant to always be stagnant if the Light of Change was always to remain true, to shine its light upon him and the entire world.

I do believe his boredom ran a bit deeper than surface level. As he did say in Episode 6:

"All this Change, and yet it's never changing."

Which, really, just supports my point that Burning Spice Cookie, the representation of Change itself. Was stagnant and unchanging despite change happening all around him.

So, when he was given the opportunity to Change. To no longer remain stagnant. I think it would have been expected that he would take it.

Burning Spice Cookie was baked to be a hero, a God-Like virtue that would be a beacon among Cookie Kind along with four others. To protect and allow them change, civilizations to rise and fall and yet, he, himself, would remain unchanging, should remain unchanging if his purpose was to be realized.

That, is why, I believe that Burning Spice Cookie, or any other Cookie baked to hold the Light of Change, was and would be doomed to fall. To fail.

[quirkquill]

"To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise."

[serrateddiamond]

I have this thing where I build Legos when I'm feeling really sad. But I haven't been sad for a long time so now I just have like 30+ Lego sets I've bought or have been gifted. Turns out it's called depression or something. Apathy and such. So now that I am diagnosed with The Super Sad, I'm apparently TOO SAD to build the Legos I got FOR THE SPECIFIC PURPOSE OF HEALING MY SAD

[dumblr]

My regrets look just like texts I shouldn't send.

[whatharrysang]

Harry Styles & should

Harry Styles 

Sign Of The Times - We should open up

Woman - Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and then see what we find?

Woman - He's right where I should, where I should be

Fine Line

None

Harry's House

Keep Driving - I would ask, "Should we just keep driving?"

Keep Driving - Should we just keep driving?

Keep Driving - Ooh, should we just keep driving?

Songs Harry wrote for other artists

None

One Direction Songs Harry wrote on

Still the One - I should've seen it before

Still the One - But, girl, you should know

Irresistible - Should I see someone else?

Change Your Ticket - You should probably stay, probably stay

Change Your Ticket - You should probably stay here with me

Change Your Ticket - So you should probably stay here with me

Perfect - If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do

Unreleased Songs

Hunger - I never call when I knew I should

I Just Wanna Love You - Shouldn't have said it

Pick You Up - I think, yeah, you should follow, yeah, I can pick you up on my, on the way

Pop Tart - Shoulda known you don't give head out for free

Talk - Moved to Hollywood, 'cause she said I should

[yeesiine]