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Jungkook's POV from thirsty.
Sexy Disasters With Feelings series masterlist
warnings: male masturbation. mention of sex and female masturbation. Jungkook is a fuckboy. This is his inner monologue, zero dialog.
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Jungkook chose you as his roommate because you're hot.
He thought that, worst case, you’d fuck, and he’ll have to find a new roommate. Returning to where he was.
He was sure it would be a treat to have a pretty little thing like you wandering around the apartment. He did ask you some questions about your cleaning habits and shit like that. But frankly, you could live like a raccoon, and he’d still choose you.
Well, he wasn’t entirely wrong.
You are a treat when you walk around in your pajama shorts or your slutty going out outfits. Not to mention the thin tank tops with no bra. He likes to imagine you put in extra effort for him to enjoy.
Earlier today, you were a vision—your too-tight, too-short sports set clinging to your body, messy hair stuck to the sweat on your skin. Jungkook hopes he managed to fool you with his cool act when you talked to him. For the life of him, he has no idea what you were talking about. The final straw was the flush on your cheeks—a look he’d imagined on you more times than he’d like to admit.
It’s not his fault. He swears!
What can he do when the walls in your apartment are so thin that he can hear you being fucked in your adjoining room? When he can hear every beautiful sound you make?
He loves how loud you are.
Sometimes, it was just your beautiful moans and whines.
Sometimes, he could hear choking sounds. He imagined it’s him in there. That you’re choking on his dick.
Sometimes, he could hear the guy’s name spill from you. He preferred it when you didn’t. It ruined the vibe for him.
He didn’t mind when you moved in and started bringing your hookups to the apartment. Like, free porn, right? Who would complain?
And he isn’t a hypocrite. He does his fair share of bringing people to the apartment. And you never nudged him about it, unlike his previous roommate.
Was it weird of him to touch himself to the sound of his roommate fucking in the next room?
Maybe.
It’s not like he could do anything else when all the blood in his body traveled south.
So why has he stopped enjoying your little shows for him lately?
Why did he go to the gym when he heard a guy’s voice from your room?
It’s not like he’s jealous or something stupid like that. No way.
It was just annoying that they got to have what he couldn’t.
Why weren’t the two of you fucking to begin with?
Wasn't it the original plan?
Do you not find him attractive?
What do they have that he doesn’t? He can fuck you better. He knows it.
So Jungkook tried to stop bringing girls when you’re at home. He thought that maybe it’ll make you stop as well.
He hasn’t stopped fucking around, obviously. No need to be radical.
But now he has a new problem. He misses hearing you. He wants to hear more of you. He wished you’d make those sounds for him, but until then, he’ll take whatever he could get.
And fuck. You looked so hot earlier. You’re not making it easy for him.
You returned from your yoga class, or whatever hot girls' workout you’re doing. With the way you looked; he couldn’t stop thinking this is exactly how he imagined you. Usually, in his head, you’re wearing way fewer clothes and you’re sprawled on his bed. But close enough.
Shit. You’re driving him insane.
He’d usually just fuck you out of his system. But you don’t seem to be affected by him like he expects you would. He needs to do something about it.
So Jungkook finds himself is lying in bed, trying to think what he could do.
He has been lying for a little while now, hand lazily stroking his length under his boxer. It doesn't seem to be evolving anywhere, but he’s too bothered to just fall asleep like that. A sound from your room snaps him out of his dazing state. It sounded like you dropped something. Maybe it was the water bottle you always take back to your room.
It doesn't matter; the noise is a reminder that you’re right there, on the other side of the wall. He really wishes he could hear you right now. That’s always helped him get going in no time.
He wonders, did you also touch yourself when he brought girls home? He wants to think that you did. He always tried to recall if he heard you, but it’s hard to notice when he’s balls-deep into someone else.
He never heard you when you’re alone. Are you quieter when you masturbate? Do you use your fingers? He bet they’re not enough—not like he could use his fingers on you. Maybe you need battery-powered help? He never heard a buzzing sound. He could help you use it.
Fuck.
Jungkook sits up in his bed, pushing his boxer down to free his dick. He spits in his hand and spreads it over his length. The smoother glide of his hand makes him groan.
He wishes it was your hand on him.
Would you act shy, or would you grab him with confidence? Would you be a good girl for him or a little brat? He’d know how to put you in place. He’ll do it gladly.
He thinks about all the ways he’d take you. How he’d utilize every surface of this apartment.
A louder moan slips out of him, and he halts for a second.
Do you hear him right now?
God, he hopes you do.
The thought pushes him further towards the edge. He increases his pace, thinking about you listening to him in your room. That cute flush of your cheeks spreads as you lie in bed.
And with that image, he comes.
Fuck. He needs to get a grip.
Or get you.
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Jungkook had a good day. He slept like a baby last night and hit a new PR at the gym.
He’s just out of the kitchen on his way to his room when you decide to ruin his day.
Seriously, where the fuck do they sell skirts this short?
Because he wants to buy you a hundred more.
You look amazing. You really do. Why do you have to do this to him?
And it’s not even 24 hours since you made him lose his cool over you.
You didn’t see him, and you fully bumped into him. You look all flustered and cute. Blushing and stuttering.
Well, now it’s his time to shine.
He gives you his best nonchalant grin and teases you until you walk out of the room. He knows the fact that he’s shirtless and a little sweaty works to his advantage. He caught you snicking looks.
Good. He should do this more.
He can’t lose.
Later that night, after he showered and made dinner, Jungkook is sprawled on the couch, mindlessly zipping through Netflix.
Nothing catches his attention; he just chooses something as a background noise while he scrolls on his phone. He goes through stories on Instagram when something is catching his eye.
It's you, in your little teasing outfit from earlier, sitting on a high chair at some bat with a drink in hand.
You look fucking hot. If he’d meet you there, he’d 100% try his luck with you.
Stupid random guys have a chance with you, yet he doesn’t get one.
He clicks on your profile without much of a thought. Scrolling down your photos. He’s stuck on one from your last vacation; you went to a beach house with your friends. You sit on the sand next to the water, a beautiful smile on your face. And you’re wearing one of the smallest bikinis known to mankind.
He barely processes that his hand is already inside his sweatpants. And if he weren't fully hard by now, the next photo would have done it. You stand with your back to the camera, still in the same location, same deviled-creation bikini, ass cheeks on display, covered with sand. Your ass looks fucking amazing.
Before Jungkook even finishes thinking about all the things he’d do to it, he’s already coming in his hand.
He sighs; you make him act like a teenage boy. Cuming in his hand from a photo of you in a bikini. Fucking embarrassing.
He reaches for the tissue box on the coffee table and grabs some to clean the mess before cleaning himself better and washing his hands in the bathroom.
When he returns to the living room, you’re there. He takes his spot on the couch, and before sliding his phone into his pocket, he realizes it’s still open on your Instagram. He knows how it looks. He assumes you can piece together to some degree what has happened here. He expects you to call him out, maybe to lash out. But instead, you look… shy? Could it be? He never pegged you for the shy type.
And you’re blushing now? Oh, Jungkook likes this game.
He looks at you, waiting for you to say something. To make your move. But you fold first. Saying goodbye and turning away.
Jungkook has won this round.
A slow grin spreads across his face as he watches you walk to your room, knowing this won’t be the last time you’ll play.
Hours later, Jungkook is still thinking about what happened. He feels like he should make a move, take advantage of the momentum. He has a proof that he’s had some effect on you; now he just needs to break through your walls. He’ll keep up the teasing, building this tension between you two. He saw an opening, and he should go for it—
Even if it’s just to see you blush more because of him.
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Jungkook pulls the headset down to rest on his neck. They just had a win, and now he’s waiting for Taehyung to come back after taking a piss. He grabs his phone and scrolls through it almost automatically.
Until he sees it.
WTF.
Holly fucking shit.
He mumbles into the microphone, “start without me,” and tosses the headphones away.
He stares at the photo; he can physically feel all the blood in his body traveling directly into his penis. It’s so intense he almost feels lightheaded.
What the fuck do you think you’re doing?
So this is it. After days of him teasing you and trying to catch you off guard, you finally played your move. And what a fucking move it is.
You fucking tease.
Oh, you think you’re so smart with that. You want him to collapse? To fold down? No problem. You’ll get a front-row seat to him burning in hell. He’ll drag you down with him.
You little devil.
Jungkook head spins with the image of you; he’s going to come embarrassingly fast.
Fucking hell, you caused this problem; you should be the one fixing it.
He can’t figure you out. You act all shy and flustered, and then you pull this? Why the hell did you even take that photo? Did you know you’ll need to torture him?
Jungkook doesn’t know if to bless you or to curse you. He doesn't know if he hates what you do to him or if he can't get enough of you.
He thought he had the upper hand, that he was about to win. But you’re all-consuming. He thought he was the one hunting you, yet he feels like your prey. It’s so good and so sinful, this little game you play.
He’s a player, and he’s addicted to the game.
He comes loudly. He doesn’t care if you hear him. You need to know the extent of your effect on him. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?
He leans back in his gaming chair, head tilting back, trying to cool down.
Even with his mind fucked up, Jungkook knows what it means for him. He’s at the gate. He’s almost at his destination. The game is about to end. And honestly, he doesn’t care who wins or loses at this point—as long as he gets you.
After a few more rounds, they finally call it a night. Jungkook shuts down his computer and sets the headset aside. He pulls off his sweatpants and tosses them into the laundry bin. He’s about to get into bed when he hears noises from outside his room. He glances at his phone—it's already past 2 AM. You should be asleep. He grabs his phone and heads to investigate the source of the noise.
It’s you. You catch him off guard again. He finds you bending down in front of the fridge, reaching for a water bottle from the bottom shelf. You’re wearing nothing but a shirt and simple white cotton underwear. Cute. You look even better in real life. That ass looks better.
You turn around, startled by him.
And even though it’s too dark to see it, he knows it’s there.
He knows you’re blushing.
Yeah.
He lost.
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