streamer jungkook x streamer y/n
disgustingly obsessive, smutty, yearning - based on this drabble
shout out to my baby @binniebb for the pretty banner, isn’t it perfect 🥹
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you lived a simple, happy life.
it hadn’t always been like this. growing up in an abusive household meant fists and insults were thrown quicker than sweet assurances ever were. things were different now, though. you didn’t have to wear long sleeve t-shirts just to hide bruises or cry into your pillow every night - you had your own money, your own place with your best friend and a job you loved waking up for.
you worked in your local bakery during the day, something you excitedly woke up for. but at night? you streamed.
cosy games ranging from animal crossing to stardew valley, you would giggle away to your community of 500 followers, and despite only 10-15 people joining per live, you felt a real personal connection. you didn’t do it for the money, but the love you were consistently shown by the people around you.
there was nothing you looked forward to more. you’d excitedly log in at 7pm each evening in your cute little outfits, pink of course. frills and bows occupied your space, your matching baby pink keyboard and mouse neatly arranged on your desk, your headset adorned with the cutest pair of bunny ears.
everything about you screamed warmth, so sweet you were toothache-inducing. little did you know you had grown an admirer within your small fanbase.
you knew most of them by name, especially your regulars but it was user jjk7 that had your heart beating out of your chest most days. your chat would be littered with compliments, from your blushed cheeks to how pretty your eyes looked under the warm glow of your ring light - often mixed in with detailed comments of the game you were playing, making you feel seen.
jjk7: pretty top today. i love it
jjk7: is that a new blush? this one suits you so much
jjk7: you look so cute right now
you knew you were being silly, but you looked forward to seeing that username in your chat every night. after a long but rewarding day, it made you feel warm all over - reinforcing all of the good feelings you were still learning how to have about yourself, after so long of being put down.
you’d even go so far as to mention it to yejin, your best friend and roommate, who indulged you as you gushed about whatever comment jjk7 had left that day, giggling as you bounced around the room like a teenager with a crush.
little did you know that jjk7 was no other than jeon jungkook himself. one of the biggest streamers on the platform, and streaming heartthrob.
he was beyond attractive, the type of hot that felt downright sinful and his audience knew it just as much as he did. guys like that had a sort of confidence that radiated off of them that had everyone turning to look at them, and jungkook fit the memo.
tatted, pierced and buff as fuck - he was every woman’s wet dream, and you weren’t oblivious to it in the slightest. you were shy to admit that you too would turn on his streams whenever you couldn’t sleep, considering he typically would go on so late, and watch him play the games you’d never think to pick up simply because of how hot he looked playing them.
you’d nibble on your lip as he’d make his cheeky comments, thanking his audience for their donations with a smile that had your knees wobbling, giggling to yourself all giddy every time he would let out a sigh or noise. he was trouble, but in the comfort of your 4 walls, he was also a distraction.
if only you knew how deeply the same infatuation was reciprocated.
see, jungkook was confidence personified but even he felt burnt out at times. and so, he had created a secret account, with nothing that would allude it to being his, and would often lurk up and down his feed until he found something that would grab his attention longer than 5 minutes.
most failed, until he happened to fall on one of your livestreams.
you were the complete opposite to him. all baby pink and shy giggles, it took him no longer than 3 seconds in your virtual presence to know he wouldn’t be able to get you out of his system any time soon. 5 minutes, and he was already planning your inevitable wedding.
fuck, you were adorable. giggling with the people in the chat as they joked about with you, all whilst you wandered on animal crossing, fishing, selling, chatting to your villagers. this wasn’t what he was used to - he liked action packed games, the battle royale formats, the looting, the killing.
it didn’t make sense as to why he stayed on your stream until it ended, until you were yawning and stretching your arms above your head, like he hadn’t been flooding your chat with every compliment he could muster just to get your attention.
he even found his heartbeat quickening when you addressed him directly.
“hi jjk7, i think you’re new here.” you smiled so sweetly he groaned out loud. “i’m y/n, we’re nice and cosy over here so if that’s your vibe, you should stay!”
god, like he could fucking leave.
after that night, he found himself turning his notifications on for you, even going so far as to talk about you in his own livestreams. he mentioned how he was getting into cosy gamers, liked watching them, of course not mentioning you by name, but alluding to you.
thankfully; his audience had no idea he was talking about you, but he was growing restless. after joining every live for months, donating small amounts that wouldn’t draw suspicion just to see you squeal, he wanted more. craved more.
he needed you, and he wanted you to need him too.
—
jungkook went live an hour later than usual tonight.
it wasn’t intentional - he’d lost track of time, his eyes stuck watching you and your familiar pink glow radiating on his screen. his chin rested on his palm as you fumbled through another animal crossing task, apologising to your villagers vocally with a wince as though they could hear you.
by the time he clicked start streaming, his chat flooded almost immediately.
‘late today!!!!!!’
‘what were you doing :((‘
‘you look distracted again omg…’
he laughed, leaning back into his chair, hands lacing behind his head as if he wasn’t alternating between his own live and yours in real time, small smirk forming on his face.
“relax, guys.” his smirk grew to accommodate his confidence. “got caught up.”
his chat didn’t buy it for a second.
‘caught up where?’
‘HUH WITH WHO’
‘omg is this about that cosy streamer again’
jungkook didn’t pretend to deny it, simply letting out a huff of amusement. he clicked his tongue before shaking his head. “you guys are so nosy.”
‘wait YOU DIDNT DENY IT’
‘oh he’s down baaaadddd’
‘say her name sAY HER NAME’
his smirk turned into a full blown smile as he bit down a laugh, something warm and dangerous curling deep inside his chest. he glanced at his other screen, where you were giggling away, nodding at something someone was asking you in your chat, utterly eager.
“she’s adorable.” he said with ease, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
the chat exploded.
‘simp simp simp simp’
‘bro you are down BAAAAD’
he laughed this time, shaking his head lightly. “what? am i wrong?”
someone began clipping this immediately.
jungkook leaned forward, piercings glistening in the light of his camera. his eyes were visibly flickering between his own screen and the one beside him with you on it as you read the comments of someone explaining something to you for the third time, smiling through your confusion.
“she’s just…nice to watch. relaxing, you know? you ever see someone and just-“ he waved his hand in front of his face, the lightest flush on his cheeks. “yeah.”
‘oh my fucking god he’s in love’
‘ASK HER OUT’
‘go in her chat JK PLSSSS’
“i already am.” he muttered without thinking.
he froze for half a second. so did his chat.
‘already am omg?’
‘jungkook!!!!!!!!!!’
‘guys are we getting a mother’
he exhaled through a small laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck as he tried to keep up with his comments. “i mean..listen, i watch her streams.”
‘LIAR LIAR LIAAAAAR’
‘bro ur capping ur not fooling anyone’
he shrugged, unapologetic. “i like her. sue me.”
his eyes flicked over to the other screen again, going silent for a few minutes as he openly watched, soft smiles forming on his lips as he matched your giggles with his own small laughs, despite you being completely unaware that he was all but fucking devouring you before everyone’s eyes.
“hold on.” he muttered to his live stream of hundreds of thousands of people.
his gameplay stalled. his chat were screaming.
jungkook barely noticed, pulling his keyboard closer to him as he fully put his attention on you. you were mid sentence, grinning at whatever subject you were discussing with your chat whilst your cheeks flushed warm.
he smiled to himself.
yeah.
adorable as fuck.
you sat at your desk, wearing the cutest frilly top you owned, sweet little bows attached to your hair in clips whilst your matching pink headset sat snug on your head. you were a vision to jungkook, and he couldn’t look away even if he wanted - couldn’t help but imagine you in your pretty colours sat on his lap, playing your games whilst he played his.
“but enough about that, how was everyone’s day? i hope you all had the best day ever!” you hummed, as you clicked around on your computer.
usernames you recognised instantly filled the chat, the usual greetings making your shoulders relax further. you felt so safe, so comfortable, your smile wide.
suddenly. a message appears in the chat.
jeonjungkook: hey
your breath hitched visibly, just slightly. your eyes flickered over the username again, blinking once, twice, as if it might change into something else if you tried hard enough. verified check mark, real account?
“oh my-“ you laughed, quiet, suddenly nervous, still bright but different. “um, hi!”
your chat was going feral, your 10 watchers spamming like crazy. they couldn’t believe this. what the hell was happening?
‘IS THAT-‘
‘Y/N HOLY SHIT’
‘NO. FREAKING. WAY.’
your cheeks were heating bright red, shakily tucking your hair behind your ear. “guys, please.” you let out a small giggle. “be nice.”
more messages began flooding in, alongside more viewers than you’d ever received. not a massive amount, but bigger than usual. you swallowed, your eyes flicking back to his username as more messages popped up.
jeonjungkook: hope this is okay
jeonjungkook: i watch your streams all the time lol
your heart began pounding out of your chest.
“oh my gosh, that’s so sweet!” you breathed out, beaming smile forming on your face as you cupped your flushed face, tilting your head. “thank you!”
you tucked another piece of hair behind your ear as you straightened your back, suddenly very aware of your appearance. the way you were sitting, the way you sounded, was your mic quality okay? this was new equipment so you weren’t sure..
“um, welcome..everyone.” you shyly said into the mic. “i hope you don’t mind, we’re really chill over here.”
jeonjungkook: just how i like it
you went back to your game, fingers moving on autopilot as you tried desperately not to think too much about the fact jeon jungkook was currently in your chat, watching you fish in animal crossing like it was the most important thing in the world.
“okay!” you said after a moment, squinting at the screen. “guys, should i sell this or donate it to the museum?”
the responses came in different waves, as you smiled at a few suggestions. one person stood out the most.
jeonjungkook: musuem
jeonjungkook: blathers will be offended otherwise
you burst out laughing. “see, he gets it.” you teased, glancing at the camera directly. “thank you for being my voice of reason.”
your chat was going insane. some how a few of his followers had found the stream and were screaming, your own fans and mods working overtime to introduce you, asking them to be respectful and filtering out any nasty comments.
jungkook was smiling wide into his own palm.
jeonjungkook: can i ask you something?
“yeah,” you nodded after a moment, noticing his comment. “of course you can.”
jeonjungkook: do you know who i am?
your heated cheeks had returned.
“oh-um, yeah.” you were visibly flustered, laughing. “i mean..obviously, i watch your streams a lot too, you’re really good.”
you felt embarassed, one hand leaving the keyboard to cool your warm face, something that had him groaning out loud. god, he couldn’t handle it. you were so sweet.
jeonjungkook: just really good? :(
your chat practically imploded, your heartbeat going so much quicker. you looked off camera to yejin who was perched on your bed, her mouth dropped to the floor as she silently squealed, making you let out a nervous sort of giggle.
“okay no- you’re like..the best, and..yeah. you’re really intimidating.” you shyly admitted, covering your entire face now.
jungkook genuinely had to stand up and walk around his room for a second, breathing out loud. his own heart was beating faster than anything he’d ever expected. having attention on him was hardly something he wasn’t used to, hell, he thrived on it on most days but having your eyes focused on his messages whilst you turned all pink and shy? it felt like a confession, and he was lapping it up.
his next message came immediately.
jeonjungkook: intimidating, hm? gonna take that as a compliment from you
you smiled, something warm and fluttery blossoming in your chest as your chat continued to spiral, the room suddenly feeling warmer, a little smaller but brighter.
—
the moment you finally clicked end stream, the room fell painfully quiet. only for a few seconds.
no soft lo-fi music in the air anymore, or chat bubbling up in the corner of your screen. you could hear your pc fan whirling away, and the sound of your own deep breathing, as though what just happened was beyond anything you’d truly thought you could experience.
you stared at yourself at your darkened monitor - pink cheeks, bitten lips, wide eyes.
“oh my god.” you whispered to yourself, barely audible, as if saying it any louder would make this real.
yejin didn’t even give you a second. she began screaming.
“oh my fucking god, y/n.” she had scrambled off the bed, grabbing your shoulders as she shook you gently, but with urgency. “that was the jeon jungkook. in your chat. flirting with you.”
you squeaked, breathless and dazed as you slumped in your chair. “don’t say it like that.” you said with a whine. “he was just being nice.”
she blinked at you once. twice.
“girl, shut up.”
you looked over at your phone, where you were getting notifications left right and centre. your follower count was growing rapidly, and a small pit formed in your stomach of slight anxiety from it all whilst discord pings, twitch alerts and messages began to stack, only adding up to make you feel more overwhelmed.
your heart continued to thud painfully in your chest.
yejin continued to ramble before standing up straight. “i need to lie down.”
you smiled despite yourself, curling into yourself a little as the adrenaline began to slow, leaving behind warmth and an overall heavy feeling.
your fingers hovered over your mouse before you could stop yourself and soon enough, you were clicking back into your dashboard.
his vod was right there. you hesitated, for just a second, before pressing play.
there he was.
leaned back in his chair, his hair slightly messy, tattoos on full display, inked fingers tapping away at his screen with an easy smile you had grown accustomed to. to think his attention had been on you was…unbelievable.
you watched as he paused his game, watched him turn his attention to his other screen, smile growing wider whilst he muttered small things to his chat, mainly consisting of him being bullied whilst he groaned out loud, laughing and shaking his head. he was down bad.
“he was really watching.” you breathed.
yejin peeked over your shoulder. “he looks like he wants to eat you.”
you squeaked. “yejin!”
“what?” she grinned. “it’s true, look at him.”
your curser hovered over his name, eyes fluttering as you nibbled on your lip. jeonjungkook. fuck. the fact he admittedly watched your streams constantly, and that he liked them too, was exhilarating to think about.
and by the time you were in bed that night, you rolled over and over, trying to rid yourself of the thought of him, his large biceps and lazy grin. the pang inbetween your legs, unfortunately, rendered that useless.
jungkook couldn’t sleep either.
he was sprawled on his bed, shirtless after his shower, still half hard from the memory of you earlier despite relieving himself twice under the running water. you were driving him insane and you didn’t even know it.
and so, he pulled out his phone, going over to your profile despite the time reading 2am, looking over your cute profile picture with a slight groan. pink banner behind you with your signature bunny ears, smiling so softly as your eyes crinkled up - the epitome of warmth.
he dragged his hand down his face, lids closing for a moment as he took you in from memory alone.
he wasn’t stupid. he was aware of the power balance, the optics, knew how careful he had to be. but knowing all of this didn’t stop the way his chest tightened when he thought about the way you’d laugh so heartily on stream, or how you had tucked your hair behind your ear out of pure shyness.
especially when it was all because of him.
he rolled to his side, looking at your profile once more before finally pressing the dm button, eyes narrowing.
he typed. deleted. typed again. deleted again.
finally:
jeonjungkook: hi
jeonjungkook: thanks for letting me intrude in your live
jeonjungkook: i like watching you so it was nice getting involved
he sent his messages. they delivered instantly. a small part of him felt anxious.
he sat up immediately, eyes widening a little as he noticed you typing, and then stopping, no doubt doing what he was doing earlier. his bare back sat against the headboard, tatted arms flexing.
bunnykiss: hiiii :(
bunnykiss: i was hoping you’d message
bunnykiss: thank you for being so sweet in my chat <33
something warm unfurled in his chest. he smiled softly.
jeonjungkook: couldn’t help it
jeonjungkook: you make it so easy
three dots appeared. disappeared. appeared again.
he imagined you curled up, no doubt in pink pyjamas, curled up in your equally pink bed covers, pulled up all the way to your eyes to hide your hued cheeks. the thought made his jaw tighten.
bunnykiss: you’re kinda intimidating
bunnykiss: but in a good way
he huffed a quiet laugh to himself.
jeonjungkook: yeah?
jeonjungkook: i’ll try not to be. don’t wanna scare you off
bunnykiss: i don’t scare easily, you just made me nervous <33
fuck, he thought. his gaze was growing dark, brain swarming, cock only getting harder at your admission.
jeonjungkook: you don’t need to be
jeonjungkook: promise i’m nicer than i look, baby
a pause
jeonjungkook: especially with people i like
you were genuinely screaming into your pillow, kicking your legs loudly that had yejin groaning over in her room. god, was this real? was this happening? the jeon jungkook flirting in your dms in the middle of the night? whatever you’d done in a past life, you were celebrating now.
bunnykiss: cute. i like that
he smirked to himself, tongue poking his cheek. unfortunately for you, he wasn’t done - he had just gotten started and he planned to toy with you a while.
jeonjungkook: also, i gotta confess something lmao
your typing bubble appeared almost instantly.
bunnykiss: oh?
jeonjungkook: jjk7. that’s me
jeonjungkook: surprise
jeonjungkook: been watching you for months, but had to make an account just so i could tell you how pretty you look every stream. only felt right
you didn’t respond immediately, and jungkook’s heart was stuttering, not in fear or anxiety, but pure, sheer adrenaline.
bunnykiss: oh my god
bunnykiss: no freaking way
bunnykiss: you’re my favourite follower, you’re the one who noticed when i changed my blush!!!
jeonjungkook: mm, hard not to
jeonjungkook: especially when you lean in real close to the camera. fuck.
your pulse kicked in.
bunnykiss: you’re so bold for someone who’s currently exposing himself
jungkook smirked wide.
jeonjungkook: yeah well, like i said, been holding back for months so
you both didn’t speak for a beat, taking each other in. jungkook, shirtless, body flexing under the glow of his phone in nothing more than his pyjama bottoms whilst you were in bed, your matching frilly top and shorts, hair in rollers, squealing away into your pillow. god, you were a match made in heaven and you didn’t even know it.
jeonjungkook: your outfit today was so pretty
bunnykiss: thank u <33333 i loved it too, everything matches
he let out a shaky breath.
jeonjungkook: oh i know. noticed your bra strap, pink too?
jeonjungkook: fuck
jeonjungkook: that nearly took me out when i first saw it. & then when you started leaning closer..
your breath stuttered.
bunnykiss: jungkoooooooook
jeonjungkook: i know i know
jeonjungkook: can’t blame me for bringing it up, baby
jeonjungkook: fucking loved it
you were bright pink, nibbling away at your bottom lip
bunnykiss: you’re trouble
jeonjungkook: probably
jeonjungkook: maybe i need a girl like you to set me straight
your response didn’t come immediately, and jungkook knew he had you right where he wanted you, a small smile forming on his lips
jeonjungkook: but first, go to sleep. been a long night, hm?
jeonjungkook: i’ll speak to you tomorrow
jeonjungkook: and jjk7 will tune in like always
you screamed.
bunnykiss: nighty night <3333
you were a sopping mess in between your legs, with your brain reduced to mush. if only you knew this was just the beginning.
—
it was exactly ten minutes after midnight when you realised you had no more snacks left.
this wouldn’t have been a problem on any other day, but you were about to start your period, and as a result, were experiencing pre-cycle cravings that you truly couldn’t do anything to satiate. yejin was fast asleep, which meant no one could talk you out of how ridiculous the idea of walking to your local corner shop would be at this time of night.
you were in pyjama shorts, too tiny to be deemed appropriate for most settings, legs bare and baby pink hoodie on. you lacked shame, apparently, as you walked out into the night air with no other than bunny slippers on your feet, tucking your hair behind your ear underneath your hood that sat on your head.
the convenience store was 5 minutes away, you’d be fine. you did this more times than you should, anyway.
you had both your wallet and your phone in your hands as you excitedly skipped all the way down, the prospect of grabbing as many things as you wanted simply a joy.
the store was pretty quiet when you walked in, the cashier asleep, meaning the only sounds you could really hear were that of his snoring. the shelves were half stocked, fluorescent lights bright in the sort of way that had you feeling both alert and tired.
you grabbed a basket almost too excitedly, shuffling down the confectionery aisle in glee.
you didn’t notice him at first.
not until you reached for a bag of sweets, and heard-
“cute slippers.”
your hand froze. you slowly turned, eyebrows furrowed.
jungkook leaned against the freezer, only a few feet away, dressed too casually for your racing heart. sweatpants, a hoodie, cap pulled back the other way to hide his too messy hair. he looked like a guy that was ready to break you, limb my limb in the best possible way and you could have moaned at the thought.
“oh..” you breathed. “my god.”
7 billion people in the world and the guy you had been openly flirting with for the past few days, and watching on stream for the past year, lived in the same city as you? so close, that he too was in the same local convenience store as you at the same late hour? you hadn’t believed in fate before, but now, you were certain it was real.
he smiled, as though he could read your thoughts.
“hi, bunny.”
your cheeks flared instantly. a habit, it seemed. “you- what..how are you even..”
“getting snacks?” he hummed. “i ran out of milk.”
his eyes were openly checking you out, raking over your bare legs and the way your shorts weren’t even visible underneath your hoodie. god. he wanted to fucking bite you. you looked so soft, so domesticated - he wondered what you’d feel like if he gently ran his hands all over you, in genuine curiosity.
he looked like trouble.
jungkook was known for many things, but his looks sat at the top of the ladder. seeing him in person floored you because in a strange turn of events, you realised his camera truly didn’t do him justice. his tattoos, his piercings, the way his clothes sat on his body, the ease in his chest and the confidence in his shoulders. so tall, so muscular - fuck. he was everything you’d ever wanted.
you realised you were just blinking up at him with parted lips, making you visibly snap out of it. he had begun to yearn for the pink flush that often appeared on your cheeks, and the sight of it present had him smirking.
“you always look this when you go out this late?” his tone was casual, but the way he was looking at you was anything but.
you shrugged, suddenly shy. “it’s just the shop.”
“dangerous mindset.” he hummed back. your heartbeat began kicking. “why’s that?”
his eyes flickered from your hoodie, to your bare legs, the hem, your lips.
“because someone might see you and get ideas.” he grabbed something from beside your head.
you let out a nervous sort of giggle. “someone like you?”
he stepped closer. not quite invading your space but just enough to make his presence known even further to you, to have your body reacting the way he liked.
“yeah,” he confirmed quietly. “someone just like me.”
the silence stretched, long and charged, leaving you to nibble on your lip, your eyes connecting in a way that had you both nearly breathless.
you cleared your throat, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your. “i didn’t expect to see you here.”
“mm.” he began, your bodies too close to really be deemed friendly. “me neither, but i guess you’ve been under my nose this entire time.”
you couldn’t hide the shy smile that had formed on your face even if you tried, turning around and beginning your browse. he followed, almost like a lost puppy, eyes trailing over your legs, your ass, holding your little basket in his own hands as you piled in snacks.
neither of you spoke, but you were enjoying his company massively. at one point, you were deciding between two different types of chocolate before he simply grabbed them both for you, adding them to his own basket.
by the time you were at the cashier, he looked up in slight awe of jungkook, bumbling over his words. you watched as he graciously thanked him, before paying for both of your baskets without even glancing at you despite your protests. he shoved his phone back in his pocket after paying before grabbing both bags, nodding over to the door.
the cashier peered at you curiously. he couldn’t help but admire you both, and nodded a little to himself - you made for a good match. only a guy like him could get a girl like you.
outside, the night air felt quieter. colder. streetlights stood tall, illuminating the streets whilst you both stepped out, your eyes peering up at him. neither of you wanted to part yet.
“i’ll walk you home.” his voice was soft, warmer than anything you’d heard from him yet, as though he was telling you, as opposed to asking.
you hesitated for less than half a second before nodding, shy. “okay.”
you walked side by side, arms brushing against one another, eliciting a deep burn inside your stomach. his hand twitched like it wanted to reach for yours but he was actively choosing not to, especially considering this was the first time you had face-to-face met him.
“do you dress like this all the time?” he murmured over to you, fingers brushing your own again. “or is this just a tonight thing?”
“you seem very obsessed with my outfit. maybe i just like to be comfortable.” you teased, though tone still quiet from being shy.
“mm.” he didn’t deny it, smile brewing on his face. “you look soft.”
the word wrapped around you, slow and delicate.
“soft?” you reiterated through a slightly shocked voice.
“yeah. real soft.”
he stopped walking just as you did, your building right beside you. you turned to him, his arms lifting so his fingers finally grazed your waist, gently, barely touching whilst his eyes met yours once more.
he gave you time to pull away. you didn’t.
the air between you felt electric.
“jungkook..” you breathed out, exhale shaky.
he did the same, your bodies suddenly closer than either of you noticed, his head sucked down so you could see his face properly. this wasn’t inappropriate, this was intentional.
“tell me to stop.” he whispered.
you shook your head, eyebrows furrowing at the mere thought.
his smile this time felt dangerous, too content and easy for it to be anything other than bliss.
“good,” he murmured. “been thinking about you all night.”
he leaned in - not to kiss you, but so his breath gently tickled your cheek, skin touching skin just barely.
“now, go inside.” he softly said into your ear, pulling back to meet your gaze. “before i forget how to behave.”
your heart felt like it was about to burst. you found yourself nodding, brushing hair behind your ear once more once he passed you your small bag. “goodnight”
“night, bunny.”
he watched as the door closed behind you, only turning around when he knew you were inside and safe. his head churned, his heart fucking leaping in his chest.
you were a problem.
—
you hated being home alone. it left you feeling awfully lonely, especially considering you probably used yejin as somewhat of a crutch, constantly needing to be around someone so your brain wouldn’t wander to things you tried so desperately to ignore.
jungkook had kept you occupied, considering yejin was back home for a few weeks, through facetimes, text messages, even his streams.
he wasn’t a shy man, constantly talking about you on his own time, his audience falling in love with you without even meeting you - you were warmth in a bottle and one look through your profile had them following you in a heartbeat.
your own streams were now much busier than you were used to, and you shyly tried to keep up, but you’d often fail. you had even made a small group chat dedicated to your fanbase, consisting of all of your original followers where you kept them updated about your schedule and random cosy gaming facts.
outside of the internet, the bakery you worked at was thriving, jungkook often coming in just to spend time with you, many instances in which had you flushed red until you actually got home. he had even helped you close a few times, completely disregarding the fact he was one of the most visibly recognisable young men in society.
you were getting closer and closer to him, and with that came a need you’d never experienced before. sure, you had dated before, but nothing was like this - no one made you feel like this.
even now, as you lay on your couch, warm blankets covering you as you napped with only the warm glow of the multiple lamps and candles in the room, did you think of him. you were embarassed to admit you often dreamt of him, his tattoos, his biceps, god - his piercings. you were ruined, made undone by a man who had watched you for months without you ever even knowing.
he was a man who had fallen for you in the shadows of his identity whilst you sat, unaware, secretly admiring him from afar. you were both sickening.
you were pulled from the gentle lull of sleep to a knock on the door, making you groan quietly as you rubbed your eyes, stubbornly sitting up. maybe if you ignored it, it would go away. when the next set of knocks came, you frowned, standing up and prodding your way over until you were opening the door.
jungkook stood there, leaning against the doorframe, a bag of takeout in hand and a lazy grin that only widened when it actually met your gaze.
you stood, slightly in shock, completely disregarding what you actually looked like
small, tiny little white tank, no bra, stretched over your chest with matching pink shorts that also sat way too short to be deemed even semi appropriate. your hair was a mess, but fuck, jungkook couldn’t stop looking you up and down, practically growing harder and harder from the mere sight of you.
the worst thing? the sleep that pulled on your features was the epitome of adorable, the way you tilted your head at him, as though you couldn’t tell whether this was a dream or reality.
“hey.” he gently pulled you from your exhaustion.
“hi-hi! what are you- um, what..” you stuttered over your words, rubbing at your eye and patting down your hair.
“yejin home?” he asked, as though he didn’t already know the answer. “got you food.”
you blinked up at him, stomach growling at both the best and worst time as you began to flush pink. “oh, no..no she won’t be back for another week.”
“cool,” he pulled himself off the doorframe. “can i come in?”
you stepped aside almost immediately, to which he walked in, letting you move ahead of him whilst he closed the door. it took him a solid 5 seconds to stop looking at your ass, only for him to finally take in your shared home.
pinks and creams, soft lighting everywhere, your switch sat on the couch alongside your blankets. it was warmth personified, with greenery sat by the windows and books piled in multiple corners - jungkook was floored for a moment by how you this place was. god, he wanted to die here.
he told you to let him know where things were and sit down as he dished up the chinese takeout, your cheeks flushing pink as you watched him do exactly that.
whilst he plated, you pulled your hair up into a ponytail, making it look sleeker than the birds nest a moment ago, and realigned your clothes, still flushed pink from his surprise arrival.
“you nap like this?” he asked as he brought you your plate alongside a drink.
you nibbled on your lip, thanking him. “um, sometimes.”
his mouth twitched, sitting beside you with his own plate, clothed leg touching your bare one. “dangerous habit.”
you laughed then, breathy, still shy. “you keep saying things like that!”
“you keep giving me reason.” he shrugged back, hiding the smirk on his face through a bite of food.
you both ate, bickering and teasing one another as much as possible, with him leaving you in fits of laughter more times than you could count. after he washed up after you both, despite your complaints, he sat beside you once more.
“no stream today?” he asked. you nibbled on your lip. “oh..i was actually gonna do it soon, just need to throw a t-shirt on, some concealer maybe.”
he sat back, legs spread, whilst his hand itched to sit high on your lap. perhaps elsewhere. “hm, you look so cute. don’t know what i’d do with myself if you were on stream like this.”
you hid your shy smile. “well, i’m right here, aren’t i?”
he grinned wide, letting out a laugh. “yeah you are. but trying to behave remember?”
you looked away, battling a bigger smile as he stood up, pulling you up with him as his fingers took a hold of your own. “c’mon, wanna see how you set up.”
and so you did. you took him to your gaming room, a space you shared with yejin as she had an identical desk on the other side of the room, just out of shot from where your cameras sat. you quickly headed into your bedroom to freshen up, only returning when you were finally ready.
you kept your tiny shorts on, and jungkook groaned quietly at how tight your baby tee sat on your body, wanting to fucking rip it off of you. in the spirit of being good, he chose against it.
“you don’t have to stay if you don’t wanna, i pinky promise it’s fine.” you say lightly, though your voice betrayed you.
“you kidding? miss out on a bunnykiss stream?” he scoffed, taking a seat on your chair before you. “nah, baby. want you sitting right here when you start.”
he patted his lap, making you choke on a breath. “but everyone will see you!”
“yeah? you okay with that?” he tilted his head, smirk too wide to be deemed anything innocent.
you swore you were as red as a tomato at this point, as he gently took a hold of your waist, pulling you in until your ass sat flushed against him. you were sat somewhat awkwardly before he pulled you in properly, your chest against his back and his arms wrapped around your waist.
“wait!” you stopped yourself from hitting the live button. “you need to wear these.”
you twisted in his lap, creating a slight bit of friction that had you both tensing and yet neither of you addressed it, despite the fact there was an elephant in the room. you grabbed your extra headset, clicking it in place before putting it onto jungkook’s head, the bunny ears looking right at home on him.
“perfect.” you smiled bright, leaving him breathless for a moment. “yeah? do i look as pretty as you, bunny?”
you giggled, pulling on your own matching headset before finally pressing the button to start your stream, his breath tickling your neck.
your followers began flooding in immediately. what once was 10 people lives had now become several hundred, something that made you incredibly nervous to begin with but you had learnt to enjoy it now.
“hi guys!” you chirped in your usual friendly tone, offering a little wave. “how are you guys doing? how was your day?”
the chat was rolling in fast. faster than you’d ever seen it. considering you couldn’t see jungkook’s face, but his tatted hand sat firm on your stomach as he pulled you back into him, his bunny ears poking out from behind you.
‘HOLY SHIT?!?!??’
‘Y/NNIEEEE, WHO IS THAT OMG?’
‘guys. is that jeon jungkook’s hand?’
the chat exploded. viewers were coming in rapidly, comments going faster and faster and faster, making you let out a giggle nervously. you leaned back further into jungkook, seeking a little bit of comfort to which he was more than happy to provide.
“yeah..i have a guest. okay! okay! i’ll show you who it is, everyone please be really sweet like you always are.”
jungkook’s lips were grazing your neck openly, as he pressed a faint one just over your pulse before pulling back, making eye contact with the camera, his face suddenly visible. his mouth stretched out to an easy grin, one he typically greeted his own fans with.
“hi guys.” he murmured, making you smile a little to yourself.
the chat detonated.
‘THE BUNNY EARS I CANT’
‘GUYS HE JUST KISSED HER NECK’
‘Y/N UR BLUSHING OMFG’
you were blushing. violently.
“he’s just-“ you giggled. “he’s being supportive.”
“supportive?” his arms around you pulled you tighter against him, adjusting you so you truly were pressed into him in every way. you turned your head to face him, the both of you sharing a lovesick glance. “that’s what we’re calling it?”
you squeaked softly, instinctively grabbing onto his arms. “jungkook!”
“what?” he murmured in faux innocence. “you look comfy.”
you’d never seen a chat move so fast before, your heartbeat quickening with how many people were joining your stream, eyes widening a little. jungkook pressed his fingers into your stomach gently, grounding you, feeling you relax in his arms as you let out a breath.
‘THE WAY HE’S HOLDING HER!!!!!!’
‘ALSHAJEHSJEHAKSH’
you shook your head lightly, smile bright. “okay! we’re playing stardew tonight because i missed my crops yesterday and-“
“tragic.” he whispered into your ear.
you dissolved into giggles. “stop distracting me.”
his thumb pressed into your stomach again, smirk forming on his lips as rested his chin on your shoulder, eyes slightly hooded from the feel of you sat directly on his hardening length. “can’t blame me, bunny.”
you spent the live greeting your followers, thanking subs and playing your game. you often found yourself smiling bright at the sweet messages in the chat, supplemented with the cheekiness of jungkook who was making it a point to attack your neck with as many kisses as he could muster. every touch was sending sparks to your system.
neither of you addressed the way you were both grinding into one another, just hidden away from the camera, building friction slowly but devastatingly.
“guys, what should i upgrade? barn or coop?” you hummed, tilting your head lightly.
answers flooded in, the both of you reading them.
“hm.” jungkook pondered out loud. “coop first - you’re the type to get attached.”
you glanced at him, eyes bright. “that’s true.”
the smile he gave you, as though no one else was watching despite being platformed to hundreds of thousands of people, was down right intimate. it said a million things, as though you’d just given him knowledge he would stash away for a rainy day.
‘jungkook is so whipped ong’
‘YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER!!!!!’
‘wait this is making my heart soooo full’
‘why are you guys moving so much lol’
you stayed on the stream longer than you had initially planned, constantly getting distracted by jungkook’s wandering lips that left you breathless too many times to count, and the harsh movements of his hips. it wasn’t until you said your goodbyes, and you were taking off your headset, did you finally properly turn in his lap to face him.
he grabbed your legs, pulling them to the side of his lap, so you were sat sideways onto him. you both shared a moment of silence, grinning openly at one another before laughing quietly.
“don’t know what i like more.” he breathed in your scent openly. “watching you, or seeing you.”
your cheeks warmed instantly, like your body knew to flush in his presence. “i liked having you here.”
“yeah?” he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours.
“mhm.” you nodded lightly, faces too close at this point, your fingers playing with his t-shirt on his chest.
he lifted your chin, forcing you to finally look at him in the eye, a decision that had you lost for breath. god, his eyes were so dark, so deep - you felt like you could swim in them for hours. if only you knew how deeply he felt the same, continuing to brush your noses against each other.
before you could even comprehend it, he began leaning forward, his lips grazing over yours too faintly to be deemed a kiss. it was the way your eyes fell shut that had him properly pressing his lips against yours, head resting on your own before settling against you.
the both of you moved in unison, lips engaged and savouring each moment as though you’d both waited for this for eons. jungkook, who had watched you for months, a secret admirer, desperate to know you in a way he was sure he could never have despite being a man who had access to everything. you, sweet bunny, who watched him from afar alongside his millions of followers, in awe at both his skill and beauty.
you melted against him, his lips dominant as he guided you, making out quietly against the very chair he had dreamt of you in. you fisted his t-shirt now, pulling him closer if that was even possible whilst his hand grabbed the back of your head, deepening it.
it wasn’t until you were pulling away did jungkook let out an uncharacteristic groan, dropping another kiss to your lips. this one lasted for shorter, considering you were still breathless, though he was anything but patient. he planted pecks all over you, anywhere he could catch you - cheeks, nose, forehead, chin. god, you were everything.
by the time you’d both finally pulled away, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, in a fit of giddy giggles whilst he laughed quietly at your reaction.
you would be the end of him.
—
you closed up the bakery with flour smeared on your cheek and a bruise already forming on your wrist from the amount of times you’d banged it on the counter trying to grab something. it wasn’t that you’d had a bad day, au contraire, but it simply felt longer than usual. you groaned lightly, rolling your shoulders as you pulled down the shutter with a large amount of effort, closing up entirely before turning around.
the bright smile that appeared on your face at the sight of jungkook stood, leaning against his car, was something that had your stomach doubling over in excitement. he looked so good, all shoulders, matching grin on his own face as you all but skipped over to him.
jungkook had straightened once he first saw you, slipping his phone into his pocket as soon as you came into eye line. he was looking you up and down, letting out a quiet hum of appreciation at the sweet little dress you were wearing, pink as usual, hugging you just right. fuck.
“you always look like this at work?” he asked as you walked up towards him. “or am i just getting lucky tonight?”
“shut up, i literally look a mess.” you laughed lightly, pulling your coat around you further.
he scoffed lightly, thumb moving against your cheek and swiping the flour away. a hand slipped around your waist to bring you in, causing you to let out a small gasp as you found yourself pressed against him in seconds.
“missed you, bunny.” he whispered down at you like it was a secret.
you hadn’t seen one another for a few days, and yejin was coming home soon, which meant late nights on your couch would have to lessen considering she’d probably have a heart attack at the sight of him. so, to balance it out, you’d agreed to spend the next few days at his place.
the other night was the first, and it ended up with a heated make out session on nearly every single surface. you could tell he was holding back, not wanting to startle you in anyway, and so he had taken you to bed, and kissed you until you were dizzy before pulling you into his chest. a kiss to the temple and you were out like a light, curled into his bare chest like it was home.
you felt a sort of giddiness at the thought of him all day, feeling excited at the prospect of getting to do it all over again. even now as he leaned in to give you a kiss, you found yourself melting in his arms whilst pulling him down to you. it ended like it always did, a flurry of pecks all over your face before he opened the car door for you, closing it once you were in.
he drove with one hand on your thigh, much higher than anything appropriate but judging from your flushed cheeks and coy little smile, he knew you enjoyed it just as much as he did.
his place was quiet, a penthouse apartment in the nice part of your neighbourhood. it was cosy, though lacking compared to your own place, but that simply egged him on to tease you. he had told you that it ‘simply meant you have to add your touch’, alluding to the fact he wasn’t letting you go any time soon.
“can i please use your shower?” you asked sweetly once you were both inside, the sound of his keys being placed on the counter loud.
“you don’t have to ask, bunny. you got everything you need?” he hummed back at you as you skipped to his bedroom to collect your things. you grabbed one of his t-shirts, not bothering to wear anything else when his clothes carried his scent so well.
you let him know you were all set before heading in and taking your time, letting the water ease all of the day away as you washed your hair and body. knowing he was really only behind that door had heat pooling in between your legs, and if you were braver, you’d relieve yourself then and there but unfortunately, you were much too shy. as a result, you dressed and padded out, still feeling half unsatisfied.
“all your packages arrived.” jungkook mentioned, back to you as he cooked a meal for you both.
you nibbled on your lip, distracted by the expanse of his back and the way it tensed against his t-shirt. you hated how hot he was, how fucked it would have your brain at times like this when all you could think about is how you wanted him inbetween your legs.
you cleared your throat, shaking your head lightly. “i’ll have a look..”
“why don’t you try them on?” he hummed, turning around to face you. his eyes openly looked you up and down, easy smirk forming on his face. “give me a little fashion show.”
you took your plate once he filled it up, raising an eyebrow. “starting to think you had ulterior motives when you told me to just send the packages here.”
“can you blame me?” his grin was too lazy, bumping your hip as you both ate together.
once you were done, you thought you’d entertain his idea, laughing lightly as you pulled the different clothes from each package before skipping over to his bedroom, both of you feeling oddly giddy for a moment.
the first one was a too short dress, something that would work perfectly for a stream with the pretty white lace at the neckline, and the way it curled over your shoulders. you liked how it sat on you, even made you feel quite angelic. you stepped out of the room, your hair sat in a way that made you look effortless, as though the garment was created solely for you.
“this is too short to wear out, but it’s really pretty.” you hummed, playing with the hemline, not realising the way you were lifting it, giving jungkook a clear view of your equally lacy panties. “i’m thinking it would be nice for my streams though, the neckline is nice.”
you peered up, realising he wasn’t saying anything, only to find his jaw clenched tight. he was looking you up and down, running a hand through his hair whilst poking his tongue against his cheek.
you tilted your head. “you don’t like it?”
“i fucking love it.” he scoffed at you, as though he was insulted by your assumption.
he stood from his seat on the couch, towering over you within seconds, long legs reaching you quickly. his fingers brushed over the hem of the dress, grazing your panties boldly.
your breath hitched, your own smaller hands sat on top of his wrists as he traced your skin, purposefully avoiding the one spot you needed him to touch. he leaned down to your ear, hot breath touching your cheek causing you to shudder.
“keep.” he whispered, lips pressing a small kiss to the bottom of your jaw. “show me the others.”
you blinked up at him, wobbly legs carrying you back to his bedroom where you let out a shaky breath, eyes shutting tight as you desperately tried to ignore the pang between your legs.
your next outfit was a two piece set, a cute off the shoulder sweater with a matching skirt - much more modest than your last but so adorable, you were already too excited to show him.
“look at this one!” you excitedly exclaimed as you rushed out. “its pink.”
your smug little voice had him grinning wide as he beckoned you over to where he was sat, making you stand inbetween his legs. “mm, really like this. wanna take you to the fair soon, you should wear this.”
you slid your hands to his shoulder, smile wide on your face. “really? i love the fair!”
he grinned even wider, his chest blooming. fuck.
“cmon, you have more to show me. i cant fawn over you forever.” he teasingly groaned out loud, with a dramatic sigh, pinching your thigh lightly before you bounced your way back.
the next 20 minutes went in the same direction. every time you weren’t sure about something, not liking how it sat on you, he’d groan so loud, hands roaming over you in a way that screamed anything but innocence. he was obsessed with you, loved how cute you were without even trying and it was fucking with him bad.
your last outfit? jungkook was hard. really hard.
tiny shorts, riding up your ass, a cotton pair that had a matching tank, something you’d typically wear for your streams. you walked out to him grunting lightly under his breath at the sight of you.
“i like this.” you whispered, suddenly shy underneath the intensity of his state. “could wear it for tomorrow’s stream?”
“no.” his tone final.
your face completely dropped, and if he wasn’t about to rip it off of you, he would have been on his knees apologising for putting that expression on your face.
“oh..oh okay. you don’t like it? thought it was pretty.” you frowned through your quiet rambles, playing with the hem of the tank, like your tits weren’t all but practically spilling from it.
“you won’t be able to wear it tomorrow.” he corrected, hands dropping to your waist, openly touching you. his fingers were digging into your skin just the way you liked it.
you tilted your head, still shy. “why?”
he leaned down in response, eyes dark. big, beefy arms picked you up with ease, causing you to let out a gasp as your nails dug into his biceps. “what the…?” you yelped.
within seconds, he was dropping you onto his bed, climbing over you and pressing his lips to yours. you were gasping up into his mouth, but he wasn’t giving you time to process, simply feeling your body melt into his covers and accept the attack, a tiny moan leaving you.
his tongue invaded your mouth, exposing, fighting for dominance all the whilst his hands pinned your own, knee inbetween your leg. he wasn’t just being cruel, he was being sinful - you could feel him all over, every inch of him.
your brain was a muddle as he finally pulled back, but only to press his lips to your jaw and throat instead, grunting, hissing, pulling. your cute little outfit didn’t stand a chance against him, as he let go of your hands only to pull against it.
“wear something like this on stream?” he hissed into the sweet spot on your neck, where he was leaving a too large hickey. “you’re driving me fucking insane, y/n.”
you closed your eyes tight, moans filling the room as you arched your back into him, free hands finding home in his hair.
“just constantly pushing me. it’s like you’re trying to ruin me on purpose.” he grunted, pulling away from your neck so he could pull your tank down, watching the way your tits dropped with a too loud groan. “look at you, baby.”
your breathing was irregular, stomach in knots from the need that had been growing for weeks now.
he wasted no time, launching his mouth onto your boobs through licks, sucks, bites. he was leaving marks on every inch of you, bruising you blue and purple as a reminder of who you belonged to, of who really owned every inch of you. you hated how badly you loved it.
“wan’more.” you begged him, whining in the process causing him to hiss once more, as though the sound was enough to undo him there and then.
he pulled away from you once more, chest heaving as he pulled off his t-shirt. his moves were hurried, like the concept of time was fickle, a need burning so deeply in his stomach it rivalled any other emotion he had ever felt in accordance to you.
with your breasts out, and your flimsy tank still on, jungkook grabbed your easily as fickle shorts and yanked them down, hardly giving you a moment of reprise. you couldn’t believe how desperate his actions seemed, as though he had waited too long - a man starved, finally given exactly what he had been craving.
“fuck. look at you, bunny.” he let out a loud whine, head dropping to your stomach for a moment, before raising again, weak eyes meeting your own. “all this for me?”
you nodded, chest equally as fluctuated, as you shyly spread your legs, further revealing the wetness that had been growing from the moment you had left the shower.
jungkook’s head dipped, capturing inbetween your legs before he blew gently against your clit; watching the way you recoiled. he hadn’t the heart to deny you what he wanted equally as bad, and within moments, his mouth latched onto you.
he focused on your clit at first. sucks. licks. kisses. at one point, he was moaning louder than you were, as though you had gifted him with your slick. it wasn’t until he inserted one of his beefy fingers into you did you let out a half squeal, half moan, legs already beginning to shake.
“pussy like this needs to be fucked open on the regular.” he was grunting into you. “needs to be stretched, baby, needs to be worshiped. look how you take me, so tight.”
his rambles were making your brain explode, your smaller hands gripping his hair like it was the only lifeline your body could grasp. you couldn’t get enough, and yet it was too much all at once, your thighs shaking and your body quivering.
“jungkook.” you moaned out loud, causing him to shudder. god, his name on your lips. heaven.
another finger was inserted as your hips lifted, whimpering. “can’t..too much.” you said.
he hissed again, pounding them into you as though your words were only egging him on. “not enough.” he shook his head, cock painfully hard in his bottoms.
he could feel you clenching, could feel you getting closer, and closer, and closer but he wouldn’t give it to you. no, jungkook was all ego and pride first and he wanted, needed, you to cum on his cock first. he’d make up for it, make you cum as many times as you could physically handle for the rest of your life, but today was his. all fucking his.
he pulled away from you, fingers leaving your tight pussy causing you to whine out loud. he couldn’t think, and neither could you, suddenly entranced by his thick, long cock that sprung from his boxers, pumped painfully by too large hands you’d spent too long looking at both on streams and in real life.
“spread your legs.” he huffed, grabbing your thighs and doing it for you anyway. not like he’d make you do anything, not when he was willing to serve your every whim.
your fingers were digging into his forearms as you panted, watching the way he slapped his cock onto your clit. you startled, whimpering as he rubbed his cock up and down, head thrown back.
“wish you knew how long i’ve needed this.” he whispered down at you, capturing your lips once more. “dream of fucking you every single night, bunny. dream about breaking you open every chance i get.”
“want that.” you nodded into his kiss, teary eyes already forming before he’d even pushed in. “think about it all the time too.” you confessed in a small voice, eyes suddenly too scared to meet his gaze, busy staring at the leaking tip smearing pre-cum all over your clit.
“yeah?” he moaned at your words. “think about me, baby? tell me what you think about..”
he pushed into you then, with little warning, your eyes going wide as he pushed, inch after inch after inch. you couldn’t handle it past the first few, never having taken anything so big, but by the time he was fully in, you were shaking in his arms. your legs were quivering in a way that had him biting down on his lip to not cum, the sight ruining him alone.
“cmon. tell jungkook.” he cooed into your ear, body pressed into body, pelvis against pelvis, core to core.
“think..fuck, i-i..think about..this.” you choked out, big eyes opening up to meet his gaze, finally, causing his own breath to flutter away. “yeah? think about me here? all in your tummy?”
his voice felt gentle, soothing, as though he hadn’t just bullied his length into you, stretching you out more than you ever had been, cock tormenting your poor little pussy to make sure it’d never forget the shape.
you nodded, beginning to sniffle as tears lined your waterline. jungkook couldn’t help but think you were a vision.
he began to move, giving you single thrusts, letting you feel him, watching the way your fingers and toes curled. he was taking your breath away with each one, though it was finally satiating an itch that had been tearing you apart for longer than you were ready to admit. it felt like home.
“wanna know what i think about?” he was grunting down at you, head against yours, hissing at the feel of your nails creating marks all over him. arms. back. chest. god, he loved it.
you awarded him with a nod, desperate, yearning to know the way his brain worked.
“you. all the time. always in my fucking head, baby. found you months and months ago..fuck..so tight.” he shut his eyes momentarily. “and i couldn’t get enough. you were mine then, don’t care what anyone says. you’re mine.”
again, you nodded, vigorously. “wanna be yours, kookie.” you said through a teary exhale, teardrops beginning to stain your cheeks. “just wanna be all yours. watch you all the time too.”
your admission had his eyes shutting again, pace quickening as he lifted your hips, cock hitting you right where you needed it the most. “yeah? did your little pussy get wet when you watched me?”
you whimpered at his words, the vulgarity of it - you hated that it was true. that you’d have your fingers deep inside by the end of the night, at the mere thought of the tatted streamer who had no idea you existed. or so you thought.
“cause i pump my cock watching you, bunny.” his head dropped to your neck, kissing down it. “all your cute outfits, always act so innocent, but i know you’re a fucking slut. just needed to ruined, didn’t you?”
“by you.” you quickly agreed, eyes widening at the sound of him calling you a slut, your pussy clenching around him. “yeah, by me.” his lips sucked on the sweet spot he had already marked.
“h-harder.” you begged, voice quiet, eyes shut when you asked.
oh, but that couldn’t do. jungkook nearly fucking snarled in your face at your request, so innocent, dripping in desperation - how could he ever deny the sweetest thing he’d ever laid eyes upon? he’d give it to you hard, make sure you couldn’t walk for days, pussy too sore from the pounding he was giving you and yet he’d fuck you anyway, make you take it until you were crying just the way he liked it.
and so, he quickened his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin as he all but broke you. he wasn’t a nice fucker, he was cruel - and the worst part was that was the only way you wanted to be fucked. wanted to feel him so deep inside of you so the only memory you’d have in that moment would be the very present, split apart on his too large cock.
jungkook coaxed an orgasm out of you. then another. and another. it was until you were on your 5th, sobs raking through your body as you clawed at him, his face, chest and biceps covered and almost bleeding from your attack, did his own orgasm come, once you were entirely, fully, wholeheartedly satisfied.
he came deep inside of you, with a final, devastating thrust, painting your already weakened walls with his cum. he ground his hips into yours, making sure you were taking every drop, his head against yours.
“good girl.” he hissed, panting. “want you round soon. need you to take every drop for me, hm? gonna keep you plugged all the time.”
“want that.” you cried, legs shaking around him as you took, and you took, and you took, poor core milking him dry.
it wasn’t until he was beside you, cock still inside but no longer moving, your body against his did you finally calm, the fog lifting from your brain. you were dizzy with need, finally feeling satisfied in a way you’d really only ever dreamt about.
“there you are. you okay, baby?” he cooed down at you, a pure juxtaposition to the harsh fuck he had just given you.
you nodded, but he nudged your nose with his own, planting kisses to your cheeks, urging you to use your voice. he needed you to say it. needed to know what he gave you per your request was truly what you wanted, what you needed.
“felt so..so good.” you confirmed through a shaky breath, arms desperate around him. you wanted to be in them forever, clinging tightly, and he could feel it.
could feel you silently asking him to stay. to hold you. take you, and not leave - truly remain. he wanted to scream at you as he did exactly that. couldn’t you see?
he was entirely, equivocally yours.
—
you don’t vanish loudly.
yejin was back at home, and your relationship with jungkook was growing rapidly. neither of you had made the next move in outwardly claiming one another as boyfriend or girlfriend, but you didn’t need that - he was more than a fickle title to you anyway. you were utterly obsessed, watching him, engaging with him, talking, fucking, loving, kissing. he was a dream made into reality.
folding your laundry, you noticed your phone ringing beside you, your eyes flickering over to the screen momentarily.
your actions halted.
no caller id?
you hadn’t had one of those in…months. over a year, even, but time was hazy and your brain had patched itself up in hopes of self preservation, only to unravel in this very moment.
you weren’t sure what propelled you to pick up the phone and hold it to your ear, not when tears lined your waterline almost immediately, your shoulders bracing, posture straight - a good little girl who was never quite good enough.
“hi.” you whispered softly into the device, voice quiet, betrayed, confused.
no greeting came from the other line. a pause, instead, both deliberate and intentional, causing your shoulders to tense even further.
“so,” the sound of none other than your mother filled the line. “this is what you’ve chosen for your life?”
your stomach dropped in confirmation of your wildest fear, one half of the entity that was able to cripple you from the inside and out doing exactly that. the worst thing? you had allowed it.
you leaned against your doorframe then, gulping down a thump in your throat. “i’m doing okay. i’m working and i’m-“
“working?” she scoffed, barking out a laugh too cold to be directed to that of offspring. “sitting in front of a screen playing games in front of strangers? dressing up like a whore, pretending to be sweet so they send you money?” you could almost imagine her tongue rolling over her teeth. “pray tell, what part of that is work?”
heat clawed up your face and chest, shame stifling each and every one of your achievements. “it’s not like that.”
“but it is.” she was laughing at you. “you’ve always needed affection, your father knew this. always needed someone to clap for you, it’s humiliating.”
“i’m happy.” you interjected, tears beginning to fall but the lump in your throat began to become painful. “i’ve built something…people like me.”
her laugh was growing louder. crueler.
“they don’t like you.” she says. “they like the act. you behave so nicely for them, but take that away, and what’s left? do you think they’d stay?”
your chest ached. your legs were giving out as you simply listened to her hatred, her pure disdain for her daughter as though you had ever done anything wrong, as though you hadn’t dedicated the past lifetime of yours to her in hopes she’d notice you. in hopes she’d throw you a fucking bone.
your father, no doubt sat alongside your mother, chimed in, only causing another pang to your stomach.
“you’re almost unbearable to watch, always clinging to people. your roommate. that boy.”
your grip tightened on the phone. “jungkook?”
“don’t say his name like he’s something to be proud of,” your mother snapped, venom dripping from her voice. “another person you’re just leaning on. and to think, a small part of me genuinely thought you might be standing on your own for once, but no. you’re incapable.”
something splintered inside of you.
“i’m not leaning on him.” your voice was desperate, broken.
“always need to be saved, don’t you, y/n?” she continued, relentless. “one day he’ll realise that too, they all do. then what will you have left?”
silence stretched.
you waited for the ache to pass, desperate, even when you pressed the red button on the screen, phone slipping from your hands as you could take no more. the air felt colder, your loose clothes suddenly too suffocating, your head a tornado of the same words you’d been told all of your life.
you were unloveable. who would want a girl as broken, as splintered as you?
yejin had found you in the hallway an hour later as she came home from her job, snow littered on her shoulders from the storm outside. one look at you, at the hollowness in your eyes, unspeaking, staring into space and she knew. she fucking knew.
she called your name. once, twice, softly, harsher. it wasn’t until she dragged you to your own bed did you wake from the fog, confused at the gentle plush of your own bedding, tears continuously streaming down your face. she had held you that night, crying with you as you managed to recount the harsh words of your parents in exquisite detail, only for her to refute each and every claim.
she held you the way a mother would hold her babe, to her chest as you curled and sobbed, brain shattered after months of patched up healing, truly believing the hard had gone and went. and yet in a moment you were brought back to it.
as a result, the next few days passed like seconds. you didn’t eat much, usually just staring at the wall or aimlessly at the tv to assure yejin you were present, though she knew you weren’t. she had taken a few days off of work, labelling it as a family emergency, dedicating her time to watching you, heart breaking with each passing moment.
your phone sat somewhere in your room, untouched for days, leaving a myriad of messages from your followers, your group chat consisting of your original fan base and most importantly, jungkook.
they began teasing at first, wondering how you were at aimless parts of his day, but growing increasingly worried as you didn’t respond. he was away on a work trip, his presence needed for an in person streaming event, meaning he had no access to you and yet every waking moment he had free was spent messaging you, calling, texting, leaving voice notes, voice messages.
he had contacted the bakery, desperate to hear anything, only to be told by the manager you were on leave due to a family situation. his eyebrows furrowed. you never discussed your family with him, constantly shutting down the topic whenever he would ask, leading him to believe you had a strained relationship.
it was today, however, the 5th day of silence that gnawed on him. he had come home, suitcase dumped at home before he began the 25 minute walk to your house, despite the snow, making it in 10 due to his rushed pace.
the knock on the door was anything but polite as he all but slammed his fist down, demanding attention. it only lasted a few seconds before the door flew open, revealing yejin who looked up at the tatted man with tired eyes, purple littering her bags.
jungkook stood, snow clinging to his hair, lashes wet, chest rising and falling way too fast. his coat was half zipped, scarf already falling off of his body as he removed it, and hands an angry shade of red from both the freezing cold and the harsh knocking he had just done.
his eyes lifted away from her, peering behind to see any presence of you.
“where is she?” he asks, voice tight. it frayed at the edges, revealing a dangerous mix of fear and watered down anger, knowing whatever had troubled you was grand.
yejin swallowed. “jungkook-“
“please.” he cut her off, with a shake to her head. “she isn’t answering calls, or texts, hasn’t streamed, haven’t heard from her and i know that isn’t like her..she loves..she wouldn’t, okay?” he shook his head. “so, where is she?”
she exhaled slowly, shoulders sagging with the weight of the world before stepping to a side with a shaky inhale.
“come in.”
he did exactly that, eyes darting around the room once more but nothing.
“she didn’t want you to see her like this.” yejin whispered, quiet like the mere thought was enough to make her cry. “but..i think she needs you.”
he nodded immediately, a sense of relief filtering through his body at the thought of him being able to bring you some sort of comfort.
“they called - her parents.” she said through another exhale. “and fuck..they’re so fucking cruel to her, but this time. she was on the floor, jungkook, she was fucked up.”
her lip was quivering, a hand running through her hair almost desperately. his heart pained even looking at her.
“they always hurt her. always.” she wiped her eyes, sniffling lightly. “and she’s not eating, not doing anything. can barely get her to eat anything, she just stares. thinks i don’t notice, she tries to pretend she’s okay, but it’s getting bad and i-i can’t..she needs you.”
jungkook nodded, heart breaking into a million pieces at the thought of his sweet girl in ruins over people who didn’t warrant one second of her time. his hands were shaking, not from the cold or the sudden heat, causing them to spark, but from the sheer anger in his heart.
yejin hesitated for another moment. “she’s in her room.”
that’s all he needed.
he turned on his heel, heading over like a man with one single thing in his mind, a sole purpose.
he didn’t bother to knock, he wasn’t the type, too used to grabbing things with both hands to warrant a hesitation.
the room was dim, curtains pulled despite it only being early afternoon, with the faintest hint of his cologne in the air. he noticed you immediately, curled in a big blanket, pink to match your cheeks, donned in a t-shirt he knew belonged to him.
the sight hit him like a punch to his stomach. you looked frail, quiet, silent - fragile.
“baby..” he whispered before he could stop himself, chest heaving with a shaky exhale.
your lashes fluttered. the sound of his voice lulling you out of your vegetative state for a moment, looking up to the doorway only to see the object of your very desires stalking over to you.
his mere presence brought you comfort, your lip quivering as he sauntered your way, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his arms like you were the only thing worth living for in the entirety of the world. one hand remained around you, another pressed against the back of your head as he breathed in and out. deeply.
“i’m here, i’m here.” he chanted against you as your weakened arms wrapped around him too, little hiccups replacing the sobs your body had been raking not even 5 minutes ago. he was healing.
“i ruin everything.” you choked out to him, face hidden away in his chest.
“no. don’t you fucking dare.” he hissed with a shake of his head, cradling your face in his too large hands. “my girl. look at me, you are everything.”
you squeeze your eyes shut, unable to look him in the eye.
instead, he climbed into your bed, pulling off his coat, hoodie and tee so he was bare chested, grabbing you carefully and placing you on top of him. he wrapped you in your blankets tight, cradling you, desperate for you to feel the warmth radiating off of his body. it was all for you.
“i’m here, and i’m staying here, you hear me bunny?” he promised you, kissing your head over and over. “because you’re my girl, and i won’t let anyone make you think you’re less than what you are. not you. anyone but you.”
you cried into jungkook’s chest that day, sobs raking over every inch of your body in a way he had never anticipated you were even capable of. he watched you break into tiny little pieces, porcelain china falling into small parts and yet you were unaware that he was picking each one up. he held you like a man with a mission - like a man who held your heart as though it was the most precious thing he’d ever owned.
you held him like he was ought to disappear any moment now, and yet he remained. and for the first time in days, the ache began to lift. you were finally able to breathe.
you were empty, and yet warm.
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your laughter echoed the walls of your living room loudly.
not the careful, or restrained kind. not the awkward, half practised sound you had learned to make when you were younger that had carried you into adulthood. no, not at all. this was free, breathy, the type you couldn’t catch even if you wanted to.
“jungkook.” you whined, through your laughter, shaking your head. “stop bringing it up!”
“chat, do you think we should stop bringing it up?” he asked his stream of nearly a million viewers, as you sat on his lap, whilst he walked you through a horror game, the both of you donning matching controllers.
his arms were loose around your waist, your giggles music to his ears as you shook your head. “guys! this is so unfair, the controller slipped!“
“slipped.” he scoffed, leaning into you further, causing you to look right at him. “bunny, you dropped it. again. if the games too scary, we can do something else.”
“no.” you huffed, laughter finally dying down. his chat were going insane, absolutely in love with the shared streams you had been doing lately. “my hands are smaller, okay? not my fault you have huge, giant fingers.”
jungkook’s smirk was wide as he looked at the chat, some of them already reading the filth in his mind before he could outwardly say it. you caught his stare, catching onto his thoughts causing you to slap his knee lightly.
“they’re clumsy.” he corrected you, putting his controller down for a moment to dwarf over your own hands with his own, leading you through the game. “they’re also very cute. dangerous.”
you squeaked, your giggles returning as you turned pink, shyly shuffling in his lap, further grinding against the hard on he had been sporting for the last half an hour. luckily for him, your bare ass hidden by your cute little skirt was also hiding that for him.
“guys, he’s being cheeky again.” you teasingly booped his nose with your own before settling deeper against his chest, causing him to plant a small kiss beneath your ear. “can you blame me? she’s killing me here.”
the chat was going insane. this was usual routine by now; with the internet claiming you both to be the cutest couple online. videos had been made tracking the timeline of your relationship, with the infamous clip of him joining your live, and people realising that jjk7 was infact jungkook too.
you both played for the next hour and a half, laughing as you read the chat, flirting openly with one another, with you cowering into his chest every time a jump scare showed up, and a whine leaving your lips in embarrassment after.
“okay, okay. gonna stop the live here, my girl is scared, and she gets nightmares.” his voice was teasing, making you flush.
months of being together and you still got giddy over being called his.
once you had said your goodbyes, you settled back into his arms, just as he put the controller down. he grabbed onto your legs, swinging them to a side so you could wrap your own arms around his neck, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.
“you okay, baby?”
you nodded immediately. “yep!”
and you meant it. no hesitation. no checking your chest for unopened cracks waiting to be revealed.
just a happy, genuine, yep.
he smiled in response, pressing kisses into your face further, groaning lightly as you moved against his crotch once more. the knowing glint in his eye and the way his hands began to wander had you giggling, knowing what was about to come.
you felt soft. happy. you.
and for once, being you felt enough.
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streamer jungkook is here yay!! hope u guys liked it - my kofi is here if you guys wanna show some love <333









