iluvjjk

18+ / I mostly reblog bts and obx stories!

[serethereal]

i have this disease called i will open your message and get distracted and forget to reply and then the notification will be gone so i will not have replied for ages and you will think i am ignoring you but. i am not. it’s incurable

[luvismenu]

┈┈ ・・❥ 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗨𝗔𝗟 :: 𝗝𝗝𝗞 / 𝗼𝗻𝗲-𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁

Jungkook has been your situationship for months — full of heated nights and his constant excuses about not being ready for a real relationship. When you discover he's suddenly dating your mutual friend; the girl your guy best friend likes, you storm over to his apartment furious and ready to fight him.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: jungkook x fem!reader

𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀 / 𝗮𝘂: situationship au, jealousy, emotional confrontation, miscommunication.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: angry shouting, crying and cursing, crashing out (she wants to beat his ahh). explicit sexual content/smut, kissing, breast play, nipple sucking, fingering, handjobs, blowjob, 69 position (mutual oral sex, pussy eating, cock sucking), swallowing cum, protected vaginal sex, missionary position, dirty talk mixed with sweet/praise talk, possessiveness, multiple orgasms, aftercare, cuddling. 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻𝗲-𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗿.

𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗿 / 𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1k — 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 4.7k

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The streetlights hummed their steady orange glow over the quiet neighborhood, casting long, ordinary shadows that did nothing to soften the knot twisting tighter in your chest with every step. Your sneakers hit the pavement in sharp beats — thud, thud, thud — matching the rhythm of thoughts you couldn’t shut off.

Months.

You’d been letting him have you — fuck you — for months, skin on skin, his mouth hot against your throat. You let his hands map every inch of your skin like he owned it. And still he’d pull back afterward, breath ragged, murmuring the same tired line: ‘I’m not ready for a relationship. Let’s keep things casual.’

Casual.

As if swallowing your feelings every time was simple. As if the way he’d text you at 2 a.m. just to come over meant nothing.

Hypocritical motherfucker.

You gripped the spare key he’d given you weeks ago — just in case, he’d said, like that small gesture balanced out the rest.

Jacob’s face flashed in your mind, the way he’d lit up talking about Lily last month, shy and hopeful. And now? Jungkook was dating her. Like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Why her? Why now? The questions burned, low and vicious. Why could he commit to someone else when he’d been buried inside you, whispering your name like a secret he couldn’t quite let go of? Why Lily, of all people — your mutual friend, the one who knew pieces of your tangled history without knowing the full truth?

You were tired. Bone-deep tired of being the convenient shadow in his life. The one he reached for when it suited him, then pushed away with pretty excuses.

Tonight, that ended.

Cuz you're going to fuck him up.

The apartment building came into view, its familiar glass doors reflecting your flushed face back at you. Then with no hesitation , you let yourself in with the key, the lock turning with a soft click that felt louder than it should. The hallway air was cool and still, carrying the faint scent of his laundry detergent from the neighboring units. Your pulse hammered against your ribs as you climbed the stairs, thoughts sharpening into blades.

Why her and not me? After everything — after the nights you stayed over, the mornings you made coffee in his kitchen like it was yours — why could he give that to someone else? Was he playing you? Is he fucking with you?

The door swung open under your hand. Darkness greeted you first, broken only by the faint blue glow of the city filtering through half-drawn blinds. You didn’t even bother with lights.

“Jungkook?” Your voice cut through the quiet, edged and raw. “Where are you?”

Silence answered. No footsteps. No low hum of his voice calling back.

The living room was empty, takeout containers still on the coffee table from some earlier meal. Your anger flared hotter— he hadn’t even texted you today. Not even once. While he was out solidifying whatever this was with Lily, you’d been left wondering, scrolling through those texts with Jacob until the words blurred.

You moved deeper inside, shoes silent on the hardwood. “Jungkook, I know you’re here. We need to talk. Now!”

Still nothing. The bedroom door was ajar at the end of the short hall. You pushed it open without knocking, the wood whispering against the frame.

There he was.

Jungkook laid sprawled across the bed in the dim light, one arm flung over his head, the other resting on his stomach. His chest rose and fell in the slow, peaceful rhythm of deep sleep, his lips slightly parted. The sheets were tangled around his waist, hoodie discarded on the chair nearby. He looked... untouched by any of it. Serene. Like the world outside his eyelids didn't matter.

Your breath caught, fury and something sharper — hurt, maybe betrayal — coiling so tight it hurt to inhale. It's late night, and he was sleeping like a man with nothing on his conscience.

No texts, or explanations. He was just sleeping like the piece of shit he is.

You stayed there in the doorway, fists clenched at your sides, the key still warm in your palm from the walk over.

You stood there another moment longer, the sight of him so peacefully unaware fueling the fire until it roared. “Wake up,” you snapped, voice cracking through the stillness like a whip. “Jungkook, motherfucker, wake the fuck up right now!”

He stirred faintly, a low, sleepy groan escaping him, but his eyes stayed closed, lashes fluttering without focus. Deep in sleep, lost in whatever dream didn’t include the mess he’d made.

“Wake up, you hypocritical piece of shit!” The words burst out louder, and raw with everything you’d bottled until now. You crossed the room in two strides and yanked the blanket off him with a vicious tug, the fabric ripping away to expose the rumpled t-shirt and shorts underneath.

Jungkook jolted upright, eyes flying open, disoriented and wide. “Nooo— what?” His voice was thick with sleep, hand rubbing at his face. “What the fuck? What are you doing here? When did you come here? How— What happened?”

The confusion on his face only made it worse. You laughed, bitter and sharp, the sound foreign even to your own ears. “What happened? Are you fucking serious right now?” Your chest heaved as the dam broke, words tumbling out in a torrent. “You’ve been fucking me for months, Jungkook. Months. Sneaking me in here, pulling me close like I was yours, telling me over and over you’re ‘not ready’ for anything real. And now? Now you’re dating Lily? Lily? The same girl my best friend’s been crushing on for weeks? How could you do this to me? Do I mean nothing to you? Am I just some convenient warm body you hit up when you’re bored or horny or whatever the fuck runs through that selfish head of yours?”

You paced the small space between the bed and the dresser, hands gesturing wildly, the key still clutched in one fist like a talisman of betrayal. “I let you in. I gave you every part of me without asking for labels because you made it sound so fucking reasonable. ‘Keep it casual,’ you said. Casual! While I sat there swallowing my feelings every single time you pulled away. And meanwhile, you’re out there committing to her? Just like that? Like it’s nothing? Like I haven’t been the one dealing with your moods, your late nights, your stupid excuses? You’re such a goddamn hypocrite. A lying, two-faced asshole who couldn’t even text me today while you were probably out solidifying whatever bullshit this is with her.”

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[binniebbrecs]

omfg you know this gon be 🔥 another banger from my girl <333 oooooh bitch i’m seething with reader rn, hair tied, arms swinging. cannot wait to hear what this gorgeous piece of shit has to say 😩

[luvismenu]

꒰ ♡ ꒱ aaa ilysm <33

[bloodred-jk]

Midnight Ride | JJK

Summary: In the dead of night on the tour bus, with the members fast asleep just meters away, Jungkook pulls you onto his lap and lets you ride him slowly.

Genre: Pure Smut

Pairing: Jungkook × Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+) • Semi-Public Sex • Fingering • Unprotected Sex • Creampie • Dirty Talk • Risky Sex

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The concert had drained every last drop of energy from your bones.

You trailed behind the seven members as they navigated the underground parking garage, the concrete walls still vibrating with the echoes of the stadium crowd.

Your feet ached in your boots, your throat was raw from screaming along to songs you'd memorized by heart, and your shirt clung to your skin with a mixture of sweat and confetti dust.

The plan had been simple: slip away to the staff bus, collapse into one of the empty seats near the back, and sleep until you reached the hotel.

But tonight, the staff bus was chaos.

Roadies shouted over each other, hauling equipment cases and dismantled stage pieces through the narrow aisle.

You hovered at the door, watching a technician wedge a lighting rig between two seats that used to be empty.

"Sorry," one of the managers called out, spotting you. "We're packed tonight. Equipment malfunction in Seoul—had to bring the backup rig. No spare seats."

Your heart sank. The hotel was four hours away.

"Problem?" Namjoon's voice came from behind you, low and slightly hoarse from the concert.

You turned, finding him with his hood pulled up, mask dangling from one ear, sweat-damp hair sticking to his forehead. He looked as exhausted as you felt.

"Staff bus is full," you explained, trying to keep the disappointment from your voice. "I'll figure something out. Maybe one of the crew vans—"

"Don't be ridiculous." He cut you off, but gently. A small smile tugged at his lips. "Come with us. We have plenty of room."

Your instinct was to refuse. To thank him, to insist you'd be fine, to not be a burden. You opened your mouth to do exactly that.

But your legs trembled. Your vision swam slightly at the edges. You hadn't eaten since lunch, thirteen hours ago, and the adrenaline crash was hitting hard.

"Namjoon, I can't—"

"You look like you're about to pass out," he said, matter-of-fact. "And if you pass out in a crew van, Jin will never forgive himself for not insisting you ride with us." He placed a hand on your shoulder, steering you toward the sleek black tour bus waiting at the end of the row. "One night. We'll be asleep before we hit the highway anyway. You won't even know we're there."

You wanted to argue. You should have argued.

But the need for a horizontal surface—for sleep, for rest, for just four hours of unconsciousness—overrode your pride.

"Okay," you whispered. "Thank you."

The tour bus smelled like leather and pine air freshener and the lingering scent of seven different colognes. The main lounge area was dim, lit only by the blue glow of the console lights.

Namjoon set his duffel bag down in the aisle and gestured toward the back of the bus.

"There's still one bunk free. You can take that one." A tired smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "It's the one above Jungkook's."

Your stomach dropped.

Great.

As if tonight wasn't already overwhelming enough.

Ever since the tour had started, Jungkook had occupied your thoughts in a way you couldn't control. At first, you'd brushed it off as simple admiration. Weeks on the road together, endless rehearsals, airports, hotels—it was normal to grow attached to the people around you.

At least, that's what you'd told yourself.

But somewhere along the way, admiration had quietly turned into something far more dangerous.

Every single concert, you promised yourself you'd stay focused on your job. You were there to work, not to stare at him.

Yet the moment the lights dimmed and the music began, your eyes found him without fail.

Jungkook on stage was magnetic. The confidence in every movement. The way his smile lit up the entire stadium.

The effortless power in his voice, followed moments later by the soft grin he wore whenever the members made each other laugh.

You hated how easily he occupied your mind. How one smile from him could carry you through an exhausting sixteen-hour workday. How hearing him laugh somewhere down the hallway made you smile before you even realized it.

Completely unprofessional.

And absolutely impossible to stop.

You swallowed hard before making your way toward the bunks.

The narrow hallway was quiet, most of the lights already dimmed for the drive ahead. One by one, you passed the closed curtains until you found the empty bunk Namjoon had mentioned.

You climbed the small ladder, careful not to make too much noise.

Okay... maybe this won't be so bad.

You slipped off your shoes and crawled inside, the mattress surprisingly soft beneath your aching body. Every muscle protested as you stretched out, exhaustion finally catching up to you.

Pulling the blanket up to your chin, you closed your eyes.

But no matter how desperately you wanted to sleep. Your thoughts drifted back to him.

Think about something else.

Tomorrow's schedule. The equipment that still needed to be checked. The hotel. The endless highway stretching through the night.

You tried focusing on the steady hum of the engine, on the soft vibration beneath the mattress, on the faint rattle of dishes somewhere near the front lounge.

It didn't work.

With every passing minute, the thought settled deeper into your mind.

You let out a quiet sigh and turned onto your left side. You rolled onto your right.

Still uncomfortable.

You shifted onto your stomach, pressing your face into the pillow as if you could smother your racing thoughts.

A few seconds later, you rolled back onto your back and stared up at the dark ceiling of the bunk.

This was hopeless.

How were you supposed to fall asleep knowing Jungkook would be sleeping only a few inches beneath you?

You shifted again, trying to find a position that didn't make your heart feel like it was trying to escape your chest.

"Could you stop moving around so much?"

The voice came from directly beneath you.

"It's impossible to sleep like this."

You froze. Every muscle in your body locked into place.

He was there.

Your thoughts had been so loud, so all-consuming, that you hadn't even heard him climb into his bunk.

Heat rushed to your face. "Oh my God..." The words escaped as nothing more than a whisper. "I-I'm so sorry."

You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment, wishing the mattress would simply swallow you whole. "I didn't realize you'd already come to bed."

Silence lingered for a moment.

Neither of you spoke for a few seconds.

"I'm really sorry," you whispered again, hoping you hadn't actually kept him awake for too long.

A quiet chuckle drifted up from the bunk below.

"It's okay," Jungkook replied, his voice still rough with exhaustion. "I was awake anyway."

You let out the breath you'd been holding. "I didn't even hear you come in."

"I noticed." His answer carried a hint of amusement. "You looked... pretty deep in thought."

If only you knew.

"I guess I couldn't fall asleep," you admitted.

"Long day?"

You laughed quietly. "You could say that."

"It was a long one for all of us." His words were followed by another comfortable silence. The bus continued rolling through the night, its gentle swaying almost hypnotic.

"You should try to get some rest," he said after a moment.

"I'm trying."

"Hm."

A few more seconds passed. Then his voice came again, softer this time. "If you want..."

You waited.

"You can come down here. I'm watching a show."

"What?"

"I've got my tablet." You could almost hear the smile in his voice. "I wasn't planning on sleeping yet anyway."

Your heart immediately argued with itself.

No. Absolutely not. That was a terrible idea.

You were already struggling to keep your feelings hidden. Lying next to him in the middle of the night would only make things worse.

You'd probably spend the entire time trying not to look at him. Trying not to notice how close he was.

But it was just a show. Nothing more.

You swallowed. "...Okay."

Carefully, you pushed your blanket aside and climbed down the small ladder, making sure not to make a sound that might wake the others.

Jungkook had already pulled back the curtain to his bunk. The soft glow of a tablet illuminated the small space, casting warm light across his features.

"There you are," he murmured, shifting over to make room.

The bunk was small, forcing the two of you to lie closer than you normally would.

You hesitated for the briefest moment before carefully lying down beside him, keeping as much space between you as the narrow mattress allowed.

Before you could say anything, he reached for the edge of his blanket. "There," he whispered. "It's warmer this way."

Your breath caught for a split second. "Thanks..."

You kept your eyes fixed on the screen, determined not to let him notice how fast your heart was beating.

He simply pressed play.

For a little while, neither of you said another word. Only the quiet dialogue from the show and the steady hum of the bus filled the tiny space as the night carried all of you farther down the empty highway.

The series played quietly on the tablet between you, its soft glow illuminating the cramped bunk.

You had absolutely no idea what was happening.

Someone had been running through a rain-soaked alley a few minutes ago.

Now they were sitting in a café or maybe it was a different character altogether.

Your brain had chosen to focus on literally everything else.

Jungkook lay beside you, close enough that every small movement registered instantly. Whenever the bus rounded a corner, your shoulders brushed for the briefest moment before you instinctively shifted away again.

His thigh rested lightly against yours.

You tried to pay attention to the dialogue.

"So..." Jungkook said quietly, not taking his eyes off the screen. "What did you think of tonight's crowd?"

"Hm?"

He glanced at you with a small smile. "The concert."

"Oh. The crowd was amazing."

"They really were."

You nodded, pretending to watch the next scene.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught him absently pressing the tip of his tongue against the inside of his lip, making the small piercing catch the light for just a second before he looked back at the screen.

You immediately forced your eyes forward again.

Seriously? Focus.

"So," he spoke up again after a minute, "have you seen this one before?"

You blinked. "...What?"

A quiet laugh escaped him. "I asked if you've seen this show before."

You couldn't help laughing under your breath. "I have absolutely no idea what's happening."

"I noticed." He shook his head, amused.

"I was starting to think you secretly hated my taste in shows."

"No."

"Then what's distracting you so much?"

The question caught you completely off guard. Your heart skipped. For a split second, you forgot how to breathe.

You. Because you're lying right next to me. Because you're so close I can feel the warmth of your arm.

Instead, you forced out the safest answer you could think of. You smiled sheepishly. "I'm just more tired than I thought."

He studied you for a second before giving a small nod. "Fair enough."

Then, without another question, he turned his attention back to the screen, letting the conversation fade into a comfortable silence.

The tension coiled low in your belly, a persistent ache that made you press your thighs together under the thin blanket, seeking friction that only seemed to make it worse.

You couldn't stop.

God, you were pathetic.

But the image wouldn't leave you—his tongue, that silver flash you'd caught against his lip, wondering how it would feel against your skin.

And his fingers, imagining them inside you, curling just right, making you—

You bit the inside of your cheek hard enough to sting.

Your whole body had gone rigid without you realizing it, muscles locked tight as you stared at the tablet screen.

Jungkook shifted beside you.

Just a subtle turn of his head, dark eyes sliding from the screen to your profile.

You felt the weight of his gaze like a physical touch, your breath catching and holding in your throat.

"You don't even pay attention."

You didn't move. Couldn't.

Your heart hammered against your ribs so hard you were certain he could see it.

"Are you good?"

The question hung between you, loaded with something you couldn't name.

You managed a nod, short and jerky, your throat too tight to form words.

What in the world did you do to deserve this?

Not with him so close you could smell his colonge, could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

He watched you for a moment longer, something flickering in his expression—curiosity.

"You're shaking," he observed quietly.

"Sorry," you whispered, the word barely audible.

"For what?"

You couldn't answer.

The tablet continued to play, forgotten. The bus rumbled on through the night.

If he had even the faintest idea of the thoughts currently consuming you—

You weren't sure you'd survive the embarrassment.

You stared at the side of his face, at the way the screen's glow cast shifting shadows across his sharp jawline, his attention seemingly fixed on the episode playing out in stuttering frames.

Your heart hammered so hard against your ribs you were certain it would bruise, a frantic drumbeat that seemed to fill the entire cramped bunk.

"Jungkook—"

"You know," he cut you off, voice still quiet, still casual, though his eyes never left the tablet screen. "I can help you."

The words didn't register at first.

"What?"

He turned his head slowly, dark eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your mouth go dry. The corner of his mouth lifted—not quite a smile.

"You know," he repeated, and now his free hand found your waist under the blanket, fingers spreading wide and possessive against your hip. "I've thought about it the whole tour."

Your breath caught, trapped in your throat.

"About fucking you."

The crude word falling from his lips sent a violent shiver down your spine, your legs clenching together involuntarily as heat flooded your face.

"I've watched you," he continued, his voice dropping lower, rougher, as his hand slid from your hip to trace the waistband of your sleep shorts. "Watched you watch me. The way you look at my mouth. The way you stare when I touch my tongue to my lip ring."

Oh god, he knew.

"You're not subtle," he murmured, leaning closer until you could feel his breath warm against your cheek, smelling faintly of the mint gum he'd been chewing earlier. "And I've been going crazy. Every night. Thinking about you just like this."

His fingers dipped lower, brushing over the fabric covering you, and you gasped, arching into the touch without meaning to, your body betraying every coherent thought you'd ever had.

"So," he whispered against your ear, his lip ring cool against your heated skin. "Do you want me to help you? Or are you going to keep pretending you're watching the show?"

"The others are here." The words came out strangled, barely a whisper, your eyes darting toward the thin curtain separating your bunk from the rest.

Jungkook didn't even flinch.

He just smiled at you and leaned in until his forehead rested against yours, his dark eyes searching yours in the dim glow of the forgotten tablet.

"Then you have to be quiet," he murmured, his breath hot against your lips. "Can you do that, baby?"

The pet name sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between your legs, and you nodded immediately, desperately, already abandoning any pretense of restraint.

His mouth crashed against yours the second your head moved—hungry, demanding, his lip ring cool and foreign against your soft flesh before his tongue swept inside, claiming you.

You barely registered his hand moving until you felt it—warm palm cupping your breast over your thin sleep shirt, thumb dragging across your nipple until it hardened against the fabric.

You whimpered into his mouth.

"Shh," he warned against your lips, his other hand coming up to join the first, both hands now full of you, squeezing and kneading with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the mattress.

Then his fingers found your nipples through the cotton—pinching, rolling, tugging—and you bit down on your own lip to stifle the moan that threatened to tear from your throat.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, pupils blown wide with lust, before his hands moved to the hem of your top.

"Lift," he commanded softly.

You obeyed instantly, raising your arms as he pushed the fabric up, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the bunk before his mouth descended without preamble.

The heat of his tongue against your sensitive flesh made you jolt, your hand flying to your own mouth to muffle the cry that escaped. He laved attention on one nipple, then the other—sucking, licking, grazing his teeth just enough to make you see stars, all while his hands continued to work you with relentless precision.

"So needy," he whispered against your skin, his breath ghosting over your wet flesh and making you shiver.

His hand slid down your stomach, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, and your hips bucked upward involuntarily, seeking, begging.

"Please," you breathed, the word barely audible.

"I've got you," he promised, dark eyes flashing up at you as his fingers found exactly where you needed him most. "Just keep quiet for me, baby. Can you do that?"

You nodded frantically, already losing yourself to the rhythm of his touch, the danger of the others just feet away making every sensation sharper, more intense, more desperately needed than anything you'd ever known.

His fingers worked you with devastating precision, curling inside you to find that spot that made your vision blur at the edges. You bit down on your own knuckles, tears pricking your eyes from the effort of staying silent, your hips rolling shamelessly against his hand.

"Fuck, you're dripping," he groaned against your neck, the sound vibrating through your chest. "So wet for me, aren't you? Such a good girl, taking my fingers like this."

You whimpered, the sound muffled and desperate, and he clamped his free hand over your mouth, his palm warm and firm.

"That's it," he breathed, his eyes locked on yours in the darkness, watching every flicker of pleasure cross your face. "I want to feel it against my hand."

He added a third finger, stretching you deliciously, and your back arched off the mattress, your cry vibrating against his palm. The wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you filled the small space, filthy and obscene, mingling with your ragged breathing.

"Wanna see your face when you come," he growled, his thumb circling your clit in tight, merciless strokes. "Wanna watch you break apart right here, right now. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you come all over my fingers?"

You were nodding frantically, so close, teetering on the edge, when he suddenly withdrew his hand.

You made a sound of protest against his palm, needy and pathetic, but he was already moving, shoving his sweatpants down his hips, his cock springing free—thick and heavy and flushed dark, precum already beading at the tip.

"Get on me," he ordered, his voice rough with barely controlled restraint. "Wanna feel you."

You didn't hesitate.

You scrambled up, swinging your leg over his hips, your shorts somehow already shoved aside. You wrapped your hand around him, feeling him pulse against your palm.

"Fuck, yes," he hissed, his hips bucking upward into your touch. "That's it. Touch me. God, I've been so hard for you, thinking about this tight little pussy wrapped around me."

You positioned yourself above him, his tip kissing your entrance, and slowly, you lowered yourself down.

The stretch burned in the best way, filling you so completely you had to stop halfway, gasping, your hands braced against his chest.

"So fucking big," you whined, your voice barely above a breath.

"Yeah?" He grinned up at you, wicked and filthy, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Take it all, baby. I know you can. Such a good fucking girl for me, aren't you? So desperate to be filled."

You sank lower, taking him to the hilt, and both of you groaned in unison, the sound dangerously loud in the quiet bus.

"Ride me," he commanded, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Come on. Show me how much you want it. Show me how bad you've been needing this cock."

You started moving, rolling your hips in slow, experimental circles, and the sensation made your head fall back, your mouth falling open in a silent cry.

"Fuck," he praised, his eyes drinking you in, watching where you were joined, where his cock disappeared inside you again and again. "Look at you. Taking me so deep. You're so fucking tight, baby. So wet. Made for me, aren't you? This pussy was made to take my cock."

You picked up the pace, bouncing on him now, the slap of skin against skin muffled by the blanket but still audible, still dangerous. His hand found its way back to your mouth, two fingers pressing past your lips, and you sucked on them instinctively, tasting yourself on his skin.

"That's my girl," he groaned, his hips thrusting up to meet your downward strokes, hitting that perfect spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. "Suck them clean. Taste how fucking good you are. God, you feel incredible. So hot. So perfect."

His other hand slid between your bodies, finding your clit, rubbing tight, frantic circles that had you clamping down around him, your orgasm building fast and relentless at the base of your spine.

"Gonna come for me?" he taunted, his voice strained, his own control clearly fraying at the edges. "Gonna come all over my cock like a good girl? I wanna feel it."

You shattered.

Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your body convulsing around him, your teeth sinking into his fingers to muffle the scream that tried to tear from your throat. He kept fucking up into you, chasing his own release now, his thumb never stopping its assault on your oversensitive clit, prolonging your pleasure until you were sobbing, trembling, utterly wrecked.

"Fuck," he chanted, his hips stuttering, losing rhythm. "Taking it so well. So fucking beautiful. Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna make you mine."

He came with a strangled groan, his cock pulsing inside you. His fingers bruising your hips as he held you down, taking him as deep as possible, his release spilling into you in endless spurts.

You collapsed against his chest, both of you panting, sweating, the air thick with the smell of sex and sweat and something uniquely him.

"Quiet enough for you?" you mumbled, your voice wrecked.

He laughed, breathless and satisfied, his arms wrapping tight around you. "Perfect," he whispered against your hair. "My perfect girl."

The aftermath settled over you like a heavy blanket, your heart still hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you lay sprawled across his chest, listening to the gradual slowing of his breathing beneath your ear.

His fingers traced lazy patterns up and down your spine, soothing now where they had been demanding minutes before.

"They're heard us."

"Probably," he repeated, softer this time, his hand stilling against your back. "Do you care?"

You lifted your head to look at him, at the way his dark eyes had gone soft around the edges, the sharp intensity replaced by something warmer, more vulnerable.

"No," you admitted. "I don't think I do."

He reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a tenderness that felt more exposing than everything that had just happened.

"Good," he whispered. "Because I'm not done with you."

For now, in this cramped bunk with Jungkook's arms around you and his heartbeat steady beneath your palm, you let yourself believe that some distractions were worth the chaos they created.

And when he pulled the blanket higher over both of you, pressing a kiss to your forehead that lingered just a little too long to be casual, you closed your eyes and thought that maybe—just maybe—you wouldn't mind missing the end of every show from now on.

[wintrbears]

[trivia-yandere]

kitty

when you're going through a rough heat, who else is there to call besides bunny hybrid jeon jungkook?

word count: 5.570

warning: hybrid au, dirty talking, bunny jungkook, cat reader, smut, submissive reader, dominant jungkook, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, heat, jk calls reader "kitty", nipple sucking, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, unprotected sex, oral sex, fingering, breeding kink,

like idk yall i seen this video and almost fell tf out so I was like why not do what i do best and make a fic

The first time you met Jungkook, you pondered if he was something else in his past life. Maybe a lion or tiger - a fearless wolf. As a bunny hybrid, he had little to none of the characteristics. The bunny hybrids you’d met were all full of fear and caution. Any little sound sets their fight or flight off - and it’s never truly fight. They were naturally terrified people, always shutting themselves away from those who were considered “predators”.

Jeon Jungkook was different. For a bunny hybrid, he lacked the fear of a hare. He often stood tall and firm, never cowering like his fellow bunny hybrids. When he spoke, he looked you in the eye - prey or predator. The only thing he had in common with them was his diet - consisting of various fruits and vegetables.

You were a cat hybrid. You wouldn’t consider yourself top of the predator hierarchy but you weren’t a prey. You - and those you associate with - share too many characteristics with that of a feline. You cannot fathom not sleeping the majority of the day and eating even when you aren’t hungry. You were often cranky and you didn’t enjoy unnecessary noise.

There were a lot of things you didn’t like and Jeon Jungkook was one of them. He was too hyper and energetic, often hopping around - even in his human form - and being a complete nuisance. You despised whenever you and he were forced to be around one another because that meant that you weren’t going to know any peace.

You recall when you first met Jungkook. “Sorry, Y/N can be a bit…grumpy.” Yuna murmured to Namjoon. She looked down at you in your cat form - a form you preferred to be in when you longed around lazily. Your back was arched and your ears were casted backwards, ready to attack.

And you were hissing right at Namjoon - but not at him. At Jungkook, the chocolate- colored bunny in his arms.

Yuna had warned you that her relationship with Namjoon was going great and he had even gone as far as to ask if she wanted to move in with him.  She contemplated it - they’ve been together for a year already.

You, however, were a factor Yuna had to consider. Especially since Jungkook was around. Neither you or Jungkook were considered “pets” to Namjoon and Yuna; even if that was what it was “legally”. You’ve grown alongside Yuna, she is only a few human years older than you.

  In a world where hybrids are sold to families as pets, you were placed into Yuna’s household by her grandfather. She still doesn’t know how her grandfather acquired a young feline hybrid, but you were always treated like a family member rather than a pet.

Now, years later, you enjoyed Yuna’s place. She had taken you along with her when she moved out instead of leaving you with her parents. The entire household already smelled of you - a scent Yuna couldn’t smell herself as a human - and you enjoyed everything to be exactly where you wanted it. There wasn’t anything in the household that you didn’t know where it was exactly.

One of the main reason why moving to Namjoon’s place would simply not work - so Yuna offered for Namjoon to move here.

Jungkook wasn’t considered a pet with Namjoon either and unlike you, Jungkook was a ray of sunshine. Yuna still tells the story of how when she first met Jungkook - in his bunny form - he had hoped right into her lap that she was so shocked that he was hybrid and so friendly. She still tells the story of when you “met” her first boyfriend - a boy from High School she had forgotten to tell you was coming over. You had attacked the poor boy so bad that he left not even 10 minutes later covered in scratches.

You, to this day, refused to see how you were wrong.

“You’re going to have to go to your room if you’re going to be hostile.” Yuna had said with a stern voice when you hissed at the bunny. Namjoon had put him onto the ground cautiously. “Why don’t we introduce you and Jungkook properly? You’ll probably like him better that way.”

Yuna knows your type and it was one of the reasons she suggested it. She was shocked herself at how something so cute could turn to a hot piece of ass - something she told Namjoon bashfully.

But of course, at that time, you were being stubborn. You clawed at Jungkook instead and that only prompted Yuna to yank you up and speed walk down the hall to your own bedroom. She was warm with embarrassment and she threw you onto your bed and immediately, you turned into your naked human self.

Yuna had seen you naked countless times that it doesn’t affect her - but she had told you with Namjoon moving in, you could no longer randomly go between cat and human forms. One of the many reasons why him and that hare shouldn’t be in your home.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Yuna hissed. “I told you-”

“I think he was sizing me up.” you interrupted, eyes staring straight back at hers. “Coming into here like he owns the place.”

Yuna knows you’re talking about Jungkook. You met Namjoon before and immediately liked him, expressing to her that she and him were perfect together. 

“You do this all the time when there’s other hybrids involved. You’re so jealous-”

“Territorial.” you corrected. “And that hare stinks! How old is he even?”

Yuna rolled her eyes. “He’s younger than me and Namjoon but-”

“Ugh, I hate kids.” you rolled your eyes. “No wonder.”

It wasn’t a lie. You hated a lot of things and sometimes, Yuna couldn’t understand why she adored you so much. You just didn’t like people you weren’t accustomed to. Oftentimes, you’d sit at the window and hiss just because if you saw children - even if they weren’t doing anything worthy of being hissed at.

‘You must want me to die alone.” Yuna crossed her arms. “You always do this with every person I date that owns a hybrid.”

“We all die alone. Do you expect to be buried with anyone?” you deadpan, yet you pout a bit. You didn’t want Yuna to feel as though you didn’t care about her. It was that hare you didn’t care about - coming into your home and sniffling as if he owned the air.

“I just really like Namjoon, Y/N…”

Your ears perk at the way Yuna’s voice drops.

“FIne.” you exhaled. It hurted you to say that. “But keep that hare out of my stuff…”

Accepting Yuna and Namjoon’s relationship meant accepting Jungkook. You had locked yourself in your room the first week before you came out. You have yet to witness Jungkook in his human form and vice versa. But that didn’t mean that you weren’t around one another.

Jungkook was overbearing, hopping around in your space. It didn’t matter how much you hissed or swiped at him, he followed.

There were times in which you enjoyed your peace and it was as if Jungkook was determined to ruin it. A month into living with him - and still neither of you had presented to one another outside of your hybrid forms - you were sitting at the window seal. You were soaking up the sun, eyes closed and purring with satisfaction. Your tail wagged back and forth and - You’re suddenly caught off guard by the sudden pressure on your side, prompting you to fall onto the hardwood floor. You land on your feet, but immediately are being pushed onto your side by a familiar being.

Yuna watched lazily as you and Jungkook - as cat and rabbit - begin to fight. Typically, it began with Jungkook, who has always been smitten by you since day 1, climbing onto you. 

Today he was feeling extra perverse and he’d begun to hump you - an action that had caused you to attack him entirely. Your claws dig into his fur to shield him off and you’d hiss. The action is funny to watch a bunny hump onto a cat - but knowing that it was just you and Jungkook made it even funnier. 

Namjoon didn’t find it funny, however, and you hadn’t seen Jungkook for a week after that. He had apologized profusely about Jungkook’s behavior to you - both in cat form and while in human for when you had stumbled out early in the morning one night to sneak food.

The first time you saw Jungkook in his human form, you were in complete shock. You were home alone. Yuna was at work and Namjoon had visited his parents for the evening for dinner. You only assumed Jungkook went with him.

Wrong.

Witnessing a tall man in your home had sent alarm bells in your head. He had sat at the dinner table, munching on an array of celery and carrots. His nose had twitched in a way that appeared oddly familiar.

“Jung…kook?” you had asked, voice so meek. You were literally cat-like, Jungkook thinks. The way you were completely still, watching him with wide alert eyes.

“Y/N?” Jungkook tilted his head, his eyes growing wide with wonder, as well.

You, flustered, had run away. You had called Yuna and asked her why in the world she didn’t tell you that Jungkook looked like that. She had laughed gleefully, stating that finally you were going to come around once you saw just what the man looked like.

The sexual tension is excruciating. 

Not just for you and Jungkook, but for Yuna and Namjoon.

Jungkook hadn’t made it a secret that he found you attractive. He followed you around oftentimes when at home, no matter how bitchy you were. 

Namjoon has always been attentive when it comes to Jungkook ruts. He had no problem with allowing Jungkook to do what he wanted - deal with it alone or have someone help him. But this wasn’t just his home anymore, so for Jungkook’s rut he had gotten him a hotel room that specializes in ruts and heats.

Against Jungkook’s best wishes to ask you to help him. He was upset and Namjoon had to drag him out of the home - but he wasn’t going to allow him to make you anymore uncomfortable.

Jungkook had gotten another cat hybrid to help him after nearly 45 minutes of searching.

Namjoon doesn’t believe Yuna when she tells him that you are just as infatuated with Jungkook as he is with you. You, however, are just bitchy. Simple. You would never admit that you find him attractive - but Yuna sometimes would find you sitting on the window seal in cat form watching as Jungkook works out outside. Or how when you all eat dinner together, your pupils would grow big watching Jungkook.

This is how Yuna finds you one weekend. You’re in distress and Yuna can hear you. She finds your small cat body on your bed, meowing. Your meow is so soft and laced with such need and yearning that she instantly knows what’s wrong.

“You’re in heat.” Yuna strokes a finger on your head, a giggle in her voice. 

If you were in your normal state, you would’ve bit her for teasing you. But you’re in heat and thus, highly horny.

“Do you want me to ask Jungkook?”

That is not what you wanted at all. You didn’t want to see Jungkook’s naked body hovering above yours, those dark eyes staring intently at you as he fucks-

“Oh fuck.” you say, your naked body now against your bed. You roll around and scream into the sheets.

“You so want Jungkook.” Yuna squeals. She’s already texting Namjoon, stating that for the weekend, the both of them would need to book a hotel. You could have the home and be comfortable to enjoy your heat.

With Jungkook.

No interruptions.

“I…I can’t.” you murmur, clenching your thighs together. Everytime you think about it, it just causes your core to throb more and more.

“Why can’t you?” Yuna questions. “You want Jungkook. Jungkook wants you. You’re in heat so of course he’ll fuck the shit out of you-”

You groan - more like moan needily. 

Yuna is gone within an hour and leaves you and Jungkook alone. 

You’re determined, though. You aren’t going to fall into temptation.

Jungkook never makes anything easier for you, either.

You’re at the counter, cutting into your steak when you sense Jungkook behind you. Though Yuna nor Namjoon had told him why they were leaving for the weekend, he could sense something was different in the air. 

Jungkook had watched you leave your room from down the hall and immediately noticed the sway in your hips. You smell different, too. More sweeter.

“Y/N.”

You don’t stop cutting into your steak, but your thighs do clench at the sound of Jungkook’s deep voice.

“Jungkook.” you respond.

Jungkook’s ear perks. Your voice is different; low in tone and a bit…breathy?

Jungkook licks his lips.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

You snort. “What movie?” you place your cut steak into a bowl and slowly turn around. You didn’t want to face him, but you had to.

Jungkook’s wearing grey sweatpants - red flag number one. They’re dangerously low around his waist. His tank top is tight and you’re positive that he had worked out earlier today.

“Whatever you want to watch, baby.” Jungkook licks his lips, tilting his head at you.

Red flag number two. Your stomach churns at the sight and immediately, your eyes flicker away. You clench the bowl in your hands. “I-I guess.”

You were in heat, it’s more obvious now.

Jungkook enjoys your banter. He adores the way you’d hiss at him with those hard eyes. You’d insult him and everything he loves - but that only turns Jungkook on.

Now, however, you were being - dare he say - submissive. You were nervous,  your body warm. You’re shy and not meeting his eyes and you hadn’t stopped clenching your legs since you and he stepped into his bedroom. In any other circumstance, you wouldn’t have come to his room to watch any movie, but you did today.

You also hadn’t stopped trembling as you ate your steak.

You picked a random movie and sat on his bed, furthest away from Jungkook. You had nervously finished your steak and were watching the movie, but couldn’t focus on it. Your mind is occupied with the smell in Jungkook’s room; ivory and clean. It smelt so much like him that it was driving you crazy.

“You’ve been still for nearly 45 minutes now.”

Your head snaps to the sound of Jungkook’s voice and you swallow thickly. Your pupils, Jungkook notices, are large and round. He admires that just as he does when you’re in cat form.

“Is everything alright, kitty?”

Jungkook’s lip twitches upward. He’s smirking right at you - he knows. He can smell the sweet scent of your ripped pussy. Your leg is shaking with anticipation and if he’s correct, you’re screaming to be mounted right about now - and have been ever since you’ve gotten into heat.

Your mouth parts so you can let out a sigh.

“It hurts.” Jungkook states. He knows - he’s been through this. He isn’t sure how heats work for women, but he knows for men, ruts are unbearable. He’s constantly hard, his cock begging to be buried deep into something warm, tight and wet. “Doesn’t it, kitty?”

You nod your head, staring right at him with those pleading eyes.

“What do you want me to do for you?” Jungkook ponders. The television dances off of his face, casting a shadow that causes your heart to pump.

Your attraction for Jungkook is evident, even if you do hide it behind annoyance oftentimes. Now, you cannot hide the fact that your eyes wander to his arms. His biceps are so big and you always itch to feel them - bonus if it’s flexed. To his sweatpants. He’s seated leaning against his wall, completely relaxed in contrast to your uptight position. His legs are spreaded and his hand lights on his thigh lazily.

You speak before your mind can process what you’re saying. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Aww, kitty.” Jungkook sing-sons, but in mere seconds he’s on you. He tugs at your clothing, knowing you’re itching to get out of them. They’re too tight against your hot, sticky skin. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me, right?”

You nod your head as Jungkook pulls at your shorts and discards them, your soaked panties going along with them.

Your scent instantly fills his nostrils now that you’re naked. He groans, licking his lips with great satisfaction. “Smell so sweet, kitty. I know you taste even sweeter.”

“Please fuck me, Kook.” your back is against his warm sheets now and you’re pleading. You didn’t want to wait - you’ve been waiting all day. You weren’t  strong enough to fight off the natural urges to be stuffed.

“You’re so needy.” Jungkook’s hands roam your now naked body. He’s been dying to sink his teeth onto your skin, run his tongue across it. He thought about burying his face between your legs and eating you until you were a shaking mess.

“Please, Kook.” you beg again, a hand grasping his tank top. “We have all weekend.”

How right you were.

Jungkook is tugging his sweatpants down, his cock immediately poking out. Pink, angry tip oozing with pre-cum that causes you to groan at how pretty it was. “Turn around. You’re such a begging whore, kitty.”

You compy, arching your back like the good whore he told you that you were. Your thighs break apart and widen, telling him that you were ready.

“You’re already dripping and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” Jungkook chuckles darkly, marveling at your glistening cunt. 

You let out a sharp breath when Jungkook’s tip slides between your wet folds. Your pussy instantly clenches around nothing, your thighs quivering. Jungkook inhales sharply, your wet pussy throbbing so much that he can feel it. 

“Please fuck me, Kook. I’ve been waiting so long.” you whimper. You wiggle a bit, hoping that you would feel him slide into you.

You begging for Jungkook’s cock sends him off. He enters you swiftly and in one go. You yelp out, pussy instantly clamping around his cock. 

“Oh fuck, kitty.” Jungkook groaned, head leaned back. His hands instantly wrap onto your hips, his nails digging into your skin to keep you close. 

Jungkook’s cock begins to pump, thrusting so deep that he hits in the very spot that you need him to. Your fingers dig into his sheets for comfort while your mouth is falling open to let such sensual moans.

You were a submissive little thing while in heat, Jungkook notes, fully allowing him to take control of your body. His hips rut, fucking his cock deeper and deeper into you. With each thrust, you’re growing louder, your pussy begging for more. He would  have never thought he’d see the day this happens - he always took you as the more dominant type.

But, you were also a feline and maybe that has something to do with the way your heat is set up. Whatever it was, Jungkook was enjoying it. His eyes are fixed on the way your ass bounces against him, your pussy making such beautiful squelching sounds with each pump of his cock. 

“You’re so pretty, kitty. You should see how good you looked being fucked.” Jungkook pants. You’re creaming on his cock entirely, a sight he never wants to forget.

“Feel’s s-s-so good.” you stutter, your eyes fluttering. Deep down, you hated being in this position. So vulnerable towards Jungkook, the man you’ve hated longer than you’ve liked him. But you were far too gone now in your heat and all you truly wanted was Jungkook.

What you did care about was the way Jungkook fucks you, slamming his cock in and out of you at such an alarming pace. You’ve heard about rabbit hybrids - how good fuckers they were. Their staminas rarely decreasing. You’ve never thought you’d experience one before.

There’s such filthy noises coming from Jungkook’s bedroom that you’re glad that Yuna and Namjoon aren’t home - you couldn’t bear doing the walk of shame back to your room.

“Gonna cum all over my cock already?” Jungkook chuckles darkly. He can feel the way you’re squeezing him, your back arching to feel even more of his cock. “Go ahead and cum, kitty, but I’m not done with your pussy just yet.”

Jungkook was a man of his word. You creamy cum coats his cock entirely as he sends you over the edge. Instead, he flips you onto your back and forces your legs apart. Witnessing your glistening pussy this way was another sight he has to save in his mind - in case he never gets to have you in this position again.

Jungkook leans down, both of his large hands engulfing your breast. He manages to capture both of your nipples into his mouth, suckling harshly onto them. You gasp, already going through such a great amount of overstimulation - but Jungkook doesn’t care. 

Jungkook continues to suckle and smack onto your nipples, his tip rubbing against your throbbing clit. You had to admit the sight of him - so handsome and dominant - against you sends another wave of pleasure to fall through you.

“Kookie,  please.” you gasp out.

Jungkook’s dark eyes flicker up at you. He pops your nipples from his lips, saliva coating them and leans back. He removes his tank top and throws it aside then goes towards his sweat pants and removes them as well. 

Jungkook had already fucked you, but witnessing him naked just as much as you is a reminder that you and him are actually doing this - when you were done with your heat, this was going to be engrained in your mind forever.

Jungkook settles back between your legs. He grasps his cock and slaps it against your throbbing, wet clit. “What do you want, kitty?” he asks.

“I want your cock.” you respond as if on command. “Please fuck me, Kookie.”

Jungkook smirks. “These little nicknames you’ve never called me before are cute.” he says, rubbing his pink tip against your clit. “I’m used to you calling me such harsher names.”

“I’m sorry.” you pout.

Jungkook licks his lips. The Y/N he knew would never apologize - you were truly fucked out. 

“It’s okay, kitty. You know I love it.”

 Jungkook begins to enter you. His large hand places itself right onto your stomach to keep you in place. He starts slowly, inching deeper and deeper into you. You’re watching just as intently as he is when his cock fully enters you.

Then, without warning, Jungkook’s hips begin to snap aggressively. He pounds in and out of you, his hand on your stomach forcing you to stay in place. You were a moaning, squealing mess in less than a minute. The room echoes with wet skin slapping, groans and squeals - the movie now just background noise that neither of you care about.

Feeling Jungkook raw like this in this position was amazing - you felt every throbbing vein of his cock, every curve as it pumps in and out of you. 

“Kitty…” Jungkook groans, his eyes watching the way your face is drawn with such pleasure. “...I’ve wanted to feel your pussy around me for so long now.”

Jungkook is never going to make things easier for you. His hair is stuck to his forehead due to the beads of sweat. His eyes are dark with lust and it doesn’t help how completely fit he was - how you’ve managed this long without jumping his bones was astonishing even to you.

“I’ve wanted you when I was in rut but Joon forced me away.” Jungkook’s hips snap even harder now at the memory. He could smell you from just down the hall, his cock hard. “I had to fuck another cat hybrid, but she wasn’t you.”

Jungkook’s hand was going to bruise your stomach with how tight he was holding you, but he doesn’t care - and neither do you. All you cared about was how delicious his cock felt slamming into you - how disrespectful it may look from the outside looking in. 

“Your pussy’s so tight and ready to be bred. I haven’t even came in you yet, kitty.” Jungkook chuckles darkly. He should’ve asked if you were on any forms of protection, but he has an idea that you aren’t. From what he’s heard from Namjoon, you don’t typically warm up to outsiders; especially men.

Maybe it makes it even more special that you’ve managed to warm up to Jungkook. Still, he’d just pull out of you when the time comes.

Jungkook’s hand slides down just enough so his thumb could twirl onto your already overstimulated clit. He watches the way your thigh quivers and you begin to squirm beneath him.

“Feel’s good, kitty?”

“Yes…!” you huff out.

“You’re already so close again, kitty.” Jungkook chuckles smugly. “Such a greedy pussy you have.”

You’re whining now, your pussy drenching not only your thighs and Jungkook’s cock, but his sheet. He doesn’t mind it in the slightest - this was just the beginning of your heat. This was the most intense.

“Wanna feel you cum in me.”

Such perverted words - Jungkook groans. You were so far out of it that he wasn’t going to acknowledge what you said. The point of the heats was for you to be bred - but he wasn’t going to do that. He couldn’t, right?

No.

Jungkook continues to pump his cock into you, his thumb twirling even harsher now. Your back is arched slightly, your pussy clenching his cock so tightly and before he knows it, his abdomen is being drenched.

“Oh fuck,” Jungkook gasps, the sight of your squirting pussy sends him completely over the edge that he’s cumming right in you without realizing. He attempts to pull out of you, but he’s too slow. Your legs somehow find a way to wrap around his waist and you allow the warm cum to stuff you just like you wanted.

Most of your days consisted of the same routine.

After the sex, you and Jungkook would rest. You stayed in his room and he hadn’t minded in the slightest, holding you close against him.

When you awoke, you were hungry. Jungkook enjoys watching you eat, even if  you were devouring meat while he stuck to his fruits and vegetables. He likes the way your teeth sinks into the bloodied steak, your tongue licking your lips to savor the taste.

After eating, you’d fuck each others brains out. It was therapeutic, really, the amount of positions Jungkook has had you in in such a short amount of time. 

Jungkook has fucked you in front of his mirror, showing you just how good you looked when you were fucked out and begging for more. He’s had you against the wall, your legs wrapping tightly around him so he didn’t have a choice but to milk your walls with more of his seed - you’re too far into your heat to give a fuck about the consequences.

Currently, Jungkook’s head is bobbing back and forth. He’s on his knees at the edge of the bed, left hand gripping your thigh while his right is firmly gripping your ass. His tongue flickers past your clit greedily, those sinful moans music to his ears. 

Jungkook finds that he simply cannot get enough of you - not your scent or your taste. Whenever you’re ready for another round, so is he.

“Slow down”  you grumble softly, but your hand gripping his hair says differently. So do your hips that slowly begin to grind against his warm tongue.

“You sure?” Jungkook questions smugly, flickering his eyes up. His right hand slides from your ass to tap against your clenching and unclenching hole. “You’re making a mess all over me, kitty.”

Jungkook watches your reaction just as his fingers enter you. Your already wet pussy continues to drip all over him, begging to be bred and used for his enjoyment - like it has since the beginning. His curls curl just a bit as he pumps them in and out of you, marveling at how wet you get with each thrust.

Your teeth are sinked down against your lips, drawing a bit of blood. You weren’t trying to be quiet - there wasn’t a point in it. The pleasure of Jungkook’s fingers were just highly overwhelming. Your pussy’s squelching loudly and the noise dances off his bedroom walls - when this was all over, you promised him that you’d clean his room top to bottom.

“You have such a pretty pussy, kitty.” Jungkook grunts, pressing a firm kiss on your clit. “I want you to cum all over me again. 

You’ve heard this all before from him, but each time you do, it causes you to whimper. Jungkook’s voice just does something to you - the way he speaks so calmly, but with such authority. His beautiful face and dark eyes that look right at you, rosy lips that often smirks when you’re moaning because he knows he’s fucking you good.

Jungkook connects his lips back onto your already throbbing clit, his tongue devouring instantly. He rolls it harshly, groaning along as his fingers thrust in and out.

In and out - in and out.

Your thighs are shaking, your hands continuing to grip at his dark hair. Your head falls back against the pillows and you let out a long moan.

You ponder how things were going to go back to normal between you and Jungkook. How could you pretend to hate him when you’ve been fucked too good by him - a bunny hybrid. His ego was going to go through the roof now and Yuna and Namjoon would know just how amazing he was.

Fuck.

You were cumming, Jungkooks warm tongue twirling around your sensitive bud effortlessly. You were beginning to hate him again with how amazing he was with his cock, tongue and fingers - it just wasn’t fair how all of this could be tied to one annoying man.

Jungkook knows you well enough that you want his cock next. He pushes himself up and forces your legs to your shoulders. You're so wet that his cock slides right into you, your arousal seeping out with each inch of his cock.

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate - and you don’t want him to. He slides out of you until his tip is still inside and then slams right back in, hitting your sweet spot.

Your lips part  to let out a strangled moan. Jungkook does it again and again, slamming his cock in and out of your sweet pussy, wet skin slapping against one another. Jungkook’s balls, full of enough cum to give you more and more just how you like, slam against your ass with each thrust. Your breasts bounce right in his line of view and Jungkook imagines how good they’d look swelled up with milk.

Jungkook groans. It was natural for him to want to breed - even if it was with a person of a different species. The babies would be either or - feline or hare; the feline trait was the dominant trait of the two. It was at this moment he hadn’t thought about the consequences of doing this without any protection, his natural instincts kicking in.

“You’d look so pretty round with kits.” Jungkook groans, his eyes drifting to your stomach. “Or kittens - whatever they’d be.”

Your pussy clenches at the thought, your heat clouding your mind from sanity. You only thought about his pumping cock milking your walls with his seed again - and again and again until your stomach is round.

“Your tits would grow bigger for our kits. Full of milk…” Jungkook cannot help it anymore. He leans down to wrap his tongue around your nipple, imagining the way they’d taste if they were full of milk.

Your sights are blurry. It was all too much - Jungkook’s dirty words with his pumping cock and now his tongue suckling onto your breast as if his life depended on it. You were cumming again with each sloppy thrust of Jungkook’s hips sending you deeper and deeper over the edge.

“Fuck you’re so pretty when you come, kitty.” Jungkook groans, popping your nipple from his wet lips.

“‘wanna feel you cum in me, Kookie.” you beg, thighs already shaking.

Of course you did, Jungkook thinks. You wanted his cum from the very beginning and who was he to not give it to you? You were such a good girl when you were in heat, completely different from your usually bitchy self that he adored that he couldn’t help but give you whatever you asked for.

Jungkook cums, his legs shaking and eyes snapping shut. His breathing is intense as cum seeps into you.

Your eyes are heavy, your pussy clenching and unclenching every so often to take in all of Jungkook’s warm cum.

“You’re going to be so pissed when you’re off of your heat, kitty.” Jungkook murmurs, still cumming into your warm cunt. 

Kits or kittens didn’t sound too bad, right?

@investedreader @sweetempathprunetree @darkuni63 @momnomnom

[littlemisskookie]

Catch Me If You Can

Catch Me If You Can

Ship: Crush!Jungkook x Annoying!Reader

Description: You lived to get under Jungkook’s skin, constantly trying to rile him up and annoy him just to get a reaction. What happens when, during a cabin trip with friends, you accidentally push too far?

Warnings: PRIMAL PLAY, (primal kink go brrrrrr), Slight Dub-Con, Exercise (we hate running), More Exercise (we love fucking), Degradation, Humiliation, Praise, Choking, Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Dom!Jungkook, Mad!Jungkook (deserves its own warning), Manhandling, Restraining, Teasing, Reader is Annoying AF for the plot, Pussy Slapping, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Outdoor Sex, Public Sex?

Word Count: 10.3k

A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this oneshot! I had a particularly good time writing it up. Please enjoy!

It was a hot summer day when your van strode up to the cabin. Though the roads had been shit, rocky terrain and winding paths to get through the mountains, your arduous journey had come to an end. At last, you could escape the cramped quarters of Yeri's Sedan, stretch your limbs and breathe in the fresh air the wilderness offered. Granted, you would have to squeeze through the extra luggage you guys had crammed in the back with you and Jimin, slipping between the seats and waiting for everyone else to climb out first, courtesy of the two of you sitting in the very back closest to the trunk— but it was well worth the sacrifice.

From your position in the very back you were able to stare at the back of Jungkook's head for a full 8 hours, with him being none the wiser. God, you were a creep for getting satisfaction from that, but you were a woman obsessed. Seeing every time his tattooed fingers would comb through his hair, or the occasional stretches from sitting in the same place for too long, it was a view you were glad you didn't miss from any other seat. Yeri and her boyfriend Jaehyun, who was driving, were sitting in the very front, which left four seats in the back. Jungkook had opted for the middle right, and though being seated right next to him may seem optimal, it would make it too obvious that you were constantly staring. A habit you couldn't keep in check for the life of you. Unfortunately, the sight of Jungkook was irresistible. Instead you let Taehyung take the chosen spot, with you and Jimin sitting in the back with the leftover duffel bags and backpacks you were unable to cram in the trunk.

Not that you were complaining. You could deal with a little less leg room with the privacy you were granted to creep all you'd like. Jimin, sweetheart that he is, was asleep for the majority of the trip, snoring away except for the occasional gas station breaks and rest stops. You were able to peak over Jungkook's shoulder a few times to see what he was up to, but it was mainly doodling in his notebook or playing ad-free games on his phone. No insightful texts for you to spy on or gain intel from.

"Fucking finally!" Jaehyun killed the engine, stopping the radio along with it.

"Thank you for getting us home safely, baby." Yeri reached over the center console to give her boyfriend a kiss, much to the disgust of her brother Tae.

You looked over to Jimin, who was still snoozing, mouth agape and head leaning back in his neck pillow. Shaking his shoulder, you rose him from the dead. "Jimin, buddy, we're here already."

"Here" was a 2 story cabin in a heavily wooded, rural area located in the mountains. With a heated pool and far from civilization, it was the perfect place to recenter and take a breather from every day life. It was a popular destination primarily in the fall and winter, but the six of you were able to get a good price on it for the summer, all of you pitching in on the AirBnB months in advance for this getaway. You were particularly ecstatic about it. Five whole days stuck in a cabin with Jungkook? It was a fanfiction come to life! Granted, you'd prefer it were just the two of you and you had been snowed in, as the story line typically goes, but you'll take what you could get.

Jungkook, who was Taehyung's best friend, had been the object of your not-so secret affections for quite some time now. Always quiet, almost broody, he was a gorgeous specimen who barely even spared you a glance.

Granted, you did your best to annoy him at any opportune moment. Anything to get his attention. Seeing as you were Yeri's best friend, you might as well have been Taehyung's second obnoxious younger sister. Both you and Jungkook were constantly at the Kims' house, giving you ample time to be in his business and know the details of his personal life.

You swore sometimes he hated you, but if he did, he didn't outright show it. When you'd do your best to tease him or get a rise out of him, he'd ignore you or brush off your attempts. Those were the worst. You hated the indifference he gave you. All you wanted was a reaction, to see that pretty face contort into something besides boredom around you for once. Even if it were a joking smile or a grimace or a scowl— you wanted it so bad. Anything to get his eyes to finally lock with yours for more than a second. Anything to get him to notice you.

Then again, after years, you still hadn't gotten much from him. It was as though he were impervious to your feeble attempts. Perhaps he had gotten used to it in your younger years, knowing exactly how to make you tick and truly boil with rage inside. Perhaps he simply never cared. Either way, it was a habit you were unable to break at this point, still acting like a kid with a playground crush, teasing just to get a reaction.

It was the only types of interactions you really got with him anyways.

Jimin, Taehyung's other friend, grumbled as you shook him, looking up and out of the window at the greenery before him. He blinked slowly, taking in his surroundings and turning to you. "How long was I out?"

"Two days," you joked, eyes wandering to Jungkook slipping out of the car. You shimmied between the seats, grabbing your duffle bag with you as you climbed out. "Good luck getting proper sleep tonight. You were pretty knocked out of it."

You stretched your arms overhead, relieving the ache in your shoulders and legs and massaging the sore muscles. You watch Jungkook do the same, observing the sliver of skin revealed as his t-shirt rose up. Thank god this place had a pool. You couldn't wait to see Jungkook shirtless again, to see if his abs had gotten more defined, if his shoulders got any broader, if his biceps got any bigger. Had he gotten any more tattoos in addition to the full sleeve he sported? Your mouth watered at the thought.

"Home sweet home!" Yeri cheered, approaching the front door and putting the code into the lockbox attached to the door knob.

You circled around the car to where Taehyung was opening the trunk. Grabbing onto the handle of your suitcase, you yanked it from the pile, nearly falling on your ass in your attempt.

"Woah! Do you need help with that?" Taehyung questioned (after laughing at your expense). "Yo, Kook! Can you come give Y/N a hand with her bag?"

Your heart practically leapt at the thought as Jungkook approached, immediately grabbing your suitcase as if it weighed nothing.

"How much shit did you pack? We're only going to be here a week," he grunted, reaching for your duffel too. "Go ahead and give me that too."

"Sure you can handle all of that?" you teased, but give him the bag anyway.

"Better than you, that's for sure. You'll be wheezing like an old man trying to carry these upstairs."

He was right about that. You were excited to see him do it, though, seeing his muscles pump up and strain, veins prominent in his hands and forearms as he carried them for you. Sure, Taehyung had told them to do it, but you could let yourself fantasize for a moment that he did so for you. For such an introverted nerd, he was surprisingly a gym rat, with much of his time with Taehyung now spent at the gym.

You obediently followed him into the cabin and up the stairs, getting a great view of his ass. Fuck you needed to stop perving over this man, but you couldn't help it.

Yeri and Jaehyung were going to be downstairs in the master bedroom, where there was one other bedroom for Jimin. Upstairs there were two more bedrooms, one where you'd be solo and the other for Taehyung and Jungkook to share. (Or perhaps Jungkook and Jimin would switch. Taehyung had simply insisted he did not want to sleep anywhere near Yeri and her boyfriend.)

Following Jungkook into what was presumably your room, you took in the space. It was very much a cozy vibe, with western decor and lots of mahogany. The bed was easily big enough for two people.

"Where do you want it?"

Your pulse quickened as you looked at Jungkook with wide eyes.

"Wa— Hm?" You corrected yourself quickly before you could blurt out the words "want it". No need for him to know where your dirty mind had wandered.

"Your bag."

"Oh. On the bed's fine." It'd be fine for you guys to do it, too. You could already see him spread out on the comforter, a meal waiting to be devoured. You tried to wipe the thought from your mind before you started to drool. There'd be plenty of time to fantasize about that later, and all while he was in the bedroom right next to you.

Jungkook dropped the duffel onto the sheets, turning to head out.

"Wait!" You internally curse yourself. "Er, do you need help with your bags, perhaps?"

He raised a brow. "You really think you'd be much help?"

"I mean, your bag is probably lighter than mine. Unless you packed dumbbells are something." You couldn't help but grin at the thought. "Bet a gym rat like you would get withdrawals from being away for so long."

He scoffed at that. "I think I'll manage just fine one week without."

"I dunno." You practically sang the words. "I think I see your biceps deflating already. You haven't been slacking off or anything lately, have you?"

He rolled his eyes, ignoring your comments and leaving your bedroom. You let out a huff of disappointment, grumbling as you tossed yourself onto your bed, kicking at the sheets in frustration. You just wanted him to stay in your room even a minute longer. Then again, if you had the opportunity you'd probably lock him in here. Chain him to the bed and ride him into the sunset if you were feeling truly psycho. (Which, don't worry, you weren't. At least for the time being.)

—

The day after, the six of you were huddled on the carpet in the foyer after binging the newest episodes of Love Island, glasses of wine in hand. Well, you, Yeri, and Taehyung had wine in hand. Jaehyun and Jungkook had opted for sake, and poor Jimin was already slumped over on the couch from it, no doubt in need of the sleep he evaded last night from his extraneous car nap.

The remaining five of you were playing a drinking game, where one wanted to collect as many of the cards as possible through whatever truth or dare was written on it, or be forced to drink. You were currently working through your third glass of wine, careful not to go to the fourth as you knew it would bring you into solid messy-drunk territory. Yeri was undoubtedly sloshed at this point, her face flushed and rosy as she leaned against Jaehyun.

Jungkook wasn't the least bit drunk, it seemed, only taking one shot and successfully pulling off most of the requests the cards demanded of him. He had a pretty impressive selection, whereas you opted for sips of your wine instead. 

Yeri picked up the card, grinning as she read what was on it. "When was the last time you had sex?" She squealed, giggling as she further nuzzled against her boyfriend. "Well me and Jae—"

"Nope! Quit it!" Taehyung interrupted, snatching the card from her hand, his ears tinged pink from both being flustered and the alcohol. "I do not need to be hearing about that."

"But Taeeeee I don't wanna take another drink," Yeri whined, reaching for the card, which Taehyung held out of her grasp.

"Someone else can do it for you. I do not want to hear anything about my sister's sex life," Taehyung said with disgust. He turned to you, card pointed between two fingers. "Y/N?"

"Oh-ho-ho, you want to hear about my sex life then?" you joked, taking the card from him.

"Better yours than my sister's," Tae grumbled.

Still, you weren't sure if you wanted to share the truth. However, knowing Yeri's drunk state, she'd undoubtedly call you out on it if you told anything but.

Your cheeks flushed further, this time with embarrassment. The truth was you hadn't gotten laid in almost half a decade. But in your defense your vibrator and fantasizes of Jungkook had brought out more orgasms than any of the guys you hooked up with in college, and you weren't in the mood to set yourself up for disappointment. No one could compare to the fantasies in your head, so you'd everyone a favor and not waste anyone's time.

Jungkook nudged you with his shoulder after you took too long pondering. "Are you going to answer or what?"

You normally would've been elated for the brief physical contact, but instead it served as a reminder of his presence for this question. It also made this harder to avoid.

"Do I really have to? I'm not sure it'd be suited for Jimin's delicate ears."

"I'm pretty sure he's snoozing again anyway," Jungkook shrugged, tilting his head to the friend. "Go ahead and do it if you're brave enough."

Well, there was no other option with that. For once you shy away from his gaze, turning your head away as you stare at the card in your hand.

"Four years," you admit quietly.

Taehyung guffawed. "Four years? How have you gone that long? I can barely make it a few weeks."

"Ew ew ew! Now why do I have to hear that?" Yeri complained, shoving at her brother. "He's right though. We need to get you laid, girlfriend."

"Shut uuuup guys," you groaned. "It's not that hard. There's just... There hasn't been someone I wanted to do that with." Who wanted to do it with me, too.

Yeri's eyes lit up with drunken mischievousness. "What about—"

Jaehyun slapped his palm over her mouth, no doubt knowing exactly what she was going to say. Jaehyun, having been Yeri's long time boyfriend, knew all too well about your long standing crush on Jungkook. No need for her to blurt it out to the rest of the room. "I think it's about time I get you to bed."

Yeri weakly protested, but before long her boyfriend successfully dragged her back to their bedroom, and you're left with the other three.

"How come you haven't gotten with anyone in so long?" Taehyung asked, nosy as ever.

You tossed your card in your pile, picking up your wine glass to take a gulp this time. "No one's wanted me I guess."

"Bullshit. I told you last year my friend Jaemin was into you and you never even hit him up." Damn Taehyung.

"He's cute and all just..." You did your best not to glance at Jungkook, instead observing him from your periphery. "I have this idea in mind of what I want things to be like, and I know no one can live up to expectations."

"You sure you're not just too picky or something?" Taehyung chuckled. You wondered for a second if he was also in on your worst-kept-secret.

"Maybe," you admitted. "But it's not worth wasting people's time. I mean, I'm sure eventually I'll find someone who will make me want to at least try."

"And no one has for four years?" Jungkook finally spoke up.

You feel the blood rush to your cheeks at his direct inclusion. No, you wanted to scream. No one but you! "We can't all be easy," you said defensively. Who knew how many other women Jungkook had been with while you were stuck pining.

"We can't all be prudes, either," Jungkook shot back.

That was unlike him. And it stung. You locked eyes with him, and he held your stare, unyielding for once.

"You know, I think it's about time someone gets Jimin to bed. He's going to complain about back pain if we let him stay in that position on the couch any longer," you redirected, breaking off the stare and looking away, ending the game. Suddenly it didn't feel like fun anymore.

Taehyung groaned. "You're probably right."

As he moved to carry his friend back to his room, you exited, wanting as much space from Jungkook right now as possible. You felt embarrassed for the way he called you out like that. Did he really think you were a prude? Someone who wouldn't put out because she was... what? Too good to? Too scared to?

You got up to leave, the air inside suddenly feeling much too stuffy for your tastes. You needed some space from Jungkook and his words, letting your cheeks burn a little less and get your mind off internalizing the interaction. In the backyard now, you headed to the pool, sitting down to dangle your feet in the water, the LED lights from within surrounding you in a near neon blue. You tilted the glass back to your lips, getting whatever leftover drops of wine there was to offer. You definitely pushed too far with the "easy" comment. Served you right for being an annoying brat.

You let yourself dip further into the pool, submerging yourself in the heated water as you put down the glass. It felt comforting to be in here, clothes and all, though you were only wearing an oversized shirt and underwear, having pre-prepared for sleep. The shirt floated along with you, drifting around your waist and upper thighs as you glided through, feeling the warm water kiss your bare skin and bring comfort. Sometimes when you were feeling especially weird you'd float in pools like these and pretend you were back in your mother's womb, safe and protected from the inevitable mistakes that would come with living.

You needed to calm yourself, erase the mistakes of a few minutes before in your mind. You move your arms and float within, keeping yourself upright until you tilt back, laying on the surface as you idly glide along the water. Staring up at the stars, they seemed so much brighter than back home. You could clearly make out a few constellations. Orion's Belt, the big and little dippers...

"What're you doing out here?"

Your peaceful swim is brought to a halt, and you righten yourself to see Jungkook staring down at you.

Why was he out here?

"Swimming."

"I see that," Jungkook said. "You shouldn't swim when you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk," you denied.

"Yeah you are. Your limit is three glasses, and you just finished your third." He looked pointedly at the glass left on the edge. So he had noticed how many you took. And knew you couldn't have more than four.

Well, of course he'd know that. The first time you tried wine was when you were sleeping over at the Kims', and you and Yeri had killer hangovers that resulted in the entire guest bathroom being wiped down. To be fair the two of you didn't know that wine got bad after it was opened, and the bottles that had been hidden in the bar had been there for years.

"So what?" You felt like a petulant child, turning away from him. You were still embarrassed, and weren't expecting to interact or see him again until at least morning. You figured he'd be helping Taehyung with Jimin.

"So you should get out of the pool and dry off." He dropped a towel by the edge. Had he brought that with him?

"What're you gonna do if I don't? Come get me?" You couldn't help but tease. Part of you really wanted him to.

"Funny," Jungkook huffed. He squatted down, the lights from the pool causing the shine of the moving water to dance across his face, illuminating him beautifully. "Can you get out now, please?"

"I don't wanna." You swam a bit further away from him to the other side. You had half the mind to stick your tongue out at him.

There's a beat of silence.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook said. That you didn't expect.

You stilled, keeping your place in the water as you tried to process his words.

"I shouldn't have called you a prude," Jungkook continued. "You have standards. That's commendable. I'm sorry if we— I, made you feel like shit about it. It was wrong."

You held your breath, and it helped you float a bit more. You couldn't believe Jungkook was apologizing to you. Your back was still turned to him, so luckily he couldn't see your expression.

"Are you mad at me?" he questioned.

You swallowed, trying to collect your thoughts. "No." You turn your head to the side, still not directly looking at him. "I'm... sorry too. I shouldn't have insinuated you were easy." If he were, maybe then he'd give you a chance.

"It's fine. C'mon, let me get you out."

He held his hand out to you, and you giddily swam up to him. His large hand completely dwarfed your own, and a small part of your gremlin brain gave you an impulsive thought that drunk-you simply couldn't resist.

You tugged, watching him fall headfirst into the pool, water splashing everywhere as he submerged completely beneath. You let out a maniacal laugh as his head popped up from the surface, a mix of surprise and rage on his features. You had never seen that on his face before.

"Now we're even!" You cackled, watching him sputter out whatever water had gotten into his mouth.

"You are so lucky I didn't have any electronics on me!" he exclaimed. He swam towards you, causing you to squeal and try and swim away. "Oh no you don't!"

His large hands grip your waist, pulling you against him as you wriggle and try to escape his hold.

"Look who's ma-ad!" you breathily wheezed, endlessly amused by the anger on his face. You couldn't help it. You finally got under his skin, and like the child you were, it brought you so much delight. So much satisfaction.

"Of course I'm mad, you're being an absolute brat right now."

"I've never seen you this mad," you continued, grinning up at him. "It's so hard to get a rise out of you."

"You still try, though."

"I do," you admitted, looking up at him cockily. "And today I succeeded."

"C'mon, brat, let's get out of here before I get a cramp from keeping us both afloat." He tugged you closer to his chest, and you feared he might feel your heartbeat quicken.

You tried to squirm out, but his arm his ironclad around your waist as he dragged you closer to the edge. "I can swim on my own!"

"I'm not letting you." Jungkook finally let go of you, only to lift you up with both hands and sit you on the ledge. You're blessed with the sight of him hoisting himself up as well, and the outline of his abs and chest through the now transparent white shirt assured you your little prank was well worth the trouble. He grabbed the towel he had brought before and dumped it on your head, pressing a large hand down and rubbing the fabric into your hair. "Dry," he commanded.

You begrudgingly did as you're told, rubbing the towel over your head and face. Luckily it was still a hot summer night, so it wasn't as though you were freezing when you got out.

You dried as best as you can, wringing your shirt out and offering him the now partially-damp towel. Admiring him while he was partially distracted, you couldn't help but replay the image of his irritated face in your head over and over again, and how much you liked it.

"Thank you," you quietly mumbled, almost hoping he wouldn't catch it. "For coming to get me out."

"Well... I was concerned I upset you." He finished patting himself down. "Besides, now we're even."

—

After that, you made many more feeble attempts at catching Jungkook's attention. Asking him to reach dishes on the higher shelves when you'd typically have no issue climbing on top of countertops. Knocking on his bedroom door to see what he was up to— though most times it was just Taehyung. One time you accidentally popped in on the elder in the midst of changing, which was embarrassing. No more of that.

Sometimes you accidentally succeeded, however. Like during your hike through the mountains as a group, your left knee started audibly clicking with every step. You tried to swallow the pain, but with how bruised your feet felt and how often you had to stop the group to take a breather, it was becoming difficult. Curse you for being the least athletic of the whole group. You should've joined Yeri in volleyball sophomore year when you had the chance.

Jungkook, chivalrous gentleman has he was, begrudgingly insisted that you climb on his back the rest of the trek down. Not that you really minded, though, feeling his steady heartbeat through his back and wrapping your arms around his shoulders and neck was a dream come true for you. You simply felt embarrassed that you had caused all the trouble, and not even on purpose this time.

On the final day before you all were set to head back home, however, you officially crossed a line.

You hadn't even intended for the night to go the way it did. It was 2 in the morning, and most everyone was already asleep in preparation for the long drive tomorrow. You, though, were a well known insomniac, with tonight being no exception.

Imagine your surprise when you stumbled across Jungkook, lying across one of the pool chairs, tiny sketchbook in hand. He looked fine as hell, hoodie hiding most of his tattoos, gym shorts showing the expanse of his muscled thighs. You were so upset this was your last day living with him, able to invade his space so easily.

With a devilish grin you snuck up behind him, snatching it from above to get a better look. Unfortunately you lost the page he had been working on, and flipping through the earlier pages you recognized the anime and flower sketches he had been working on during the ride here. "May I?"

"Y/N!" Jungkook's head twisted around as he glared at you, swiping for the book which you quickly held out of reach. He huffed with frustration. "Give that back."

"These are good, Jungkook, no need to be embarrassed," you snickered, flipping over a page to see small doodles. "Don't tell me you've got porn or something hidden in here."

Even through the neon LED lights the pool illuminated, you could see his cheeks burn a slight crimson. Ah, so there was something interesting in here. That or he was particularly attached to it. That only gave you further incentive to mess with him.

He stood from the seat, towering over you as he approached. You took a step back, however, keeping the book outstretched the other way. There was no way you were giving up that easily. Shaking his head, he pressed his tongue against the inside his cheek, irritated. He looked so hot. You were delighted at the sight. "You just don't know when to quit, do you?"

"Nope." You flipped over another page, seeing a detailed drawing of a bee and another of a water lilly. Nothing particularly damning yet.

"Why are you always trying to rile me up?" He made a quick move for the book again, but you're quicker, spinning around him and putting it behind your back.

Because it turns me on.

Nope, can't say that, that'd freak him out.

"Cause it's fun," you admitted cheekily. "I rarely get a reaction out of you typically."

"Is this the reaction you're wanting?" He took another step forward, and you take another step back. His eyes were lidded and jaw clenched, irritation prominent in his expression. You're half tempted to run into the woods with the book just to see what secrets he had hidden in it.

"Almost."

"Almost?" he questioned. He glared at you, cocking his head to the side as he studied your mischievous, satisfied expression. "What is it you're wanting?"

Oh, only for you to fuck me where I stand, no biggie.

"Just a bit of fun, clearly. You look like you're about to blow a fuse. There must be something awfully interesting in this book for you to be so territorial over it," you snickered, taking a few more steps back to distance yourself from him and flipping through another page. "I mean, come and get it, if you can."

That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back, though, because suddenly you hear a very low, very deep: "That's it."

You acted on instinct as you see him lunge towards you, your feet carrying you away without you having to even think about it. Jungkook's hand swiped for you as you dodged, and you were distancing yourself a few feet per second as you dashed away and out of the backyard. Your heart rate skyrocketed as you snapped the journal shut, clutching it to your body as you sprinted into the trees. You're practically flying across the pre-made path, illuminated well enough now by the moonlight over head.

You didn't think it would go this far. You should've given him the journal at that moment, but you acted on instinct, fight or flight mode controlling your every whim as you dove headfirst into the wooded area surrounding the cabin. You stayed along the path, only able to hear your feet beating against the ground and your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Maybe you were overreacting, but the look in his eyes as he jumped towards you said one thing: Run.

You looked behind, certain you had been quick enough to lost him, but you see his shadowy form gaining on you. And fast.

Fuck!

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

You shrieked, making a sharp right off the trail and through the trees. You couldn't even remember the last time you had been chased. It must've been when you were a kid at summer camp. This was nothing like those games of tag, however. The fear coursing through your veins, the danger that was approaching from behind, all of it had given you a surge of adrenaline you had never encountered before.

Your breathing was quick as you dodged branches and swerved between the trunks. Luckily it wasn't autumn, otherwise the crunch of the dead leaves beneath your feet would give away your location. Then again, you had no clue where Jungkook had went either.

You didn't think Jungkook would hurt you. No, you knew he wouldn't.

But you didn't know what he was going to do when he caught you, either. And with how fast he clearly was, it seemed like an inevitability.

You internally cursed, spinning around one of the trees and pressing yourself against the bark, breathing through your nose and trying to make as little noise as possible. Fuck, you couldn't even see the trail or the cabin any more. How deep had you gotten? What if you weren't able to find your way back at this rate?

Panicked, you look around, your eyes now adjusting to the darkness. You're able to take a few slower, deeper breaths, relieved you had lost him.

But the relief didn't last long.

A large hand slammed against the bark next to you, Jungkook popping out from around the trunk. His eyes looked like one of a beast's, dark and ominous as he narrowed in on you. You screamed, ducking beneath and around the other side, barreling further into the dense forest. How had he caught up to you so fast? Why was he so determined?

Your shallow, fast breaths were getting louder now as you pumped your body for all you had, using all of your strength to get away as quickly as possible. You weren't going to make the mistake of looking back again— you knew he was right behind you.

And suddenly you felt arms caging in around your waist, Jungkook's catching you and yanking you to him, sending you both straight to the ground as his body weight crushed yours. The ground bit at your skin, all the breath being pushed out of your lungs as he fell on top of you, the crash chaotic and no doubt leaving bruises from where you landed. The book flew out of your hands as both of you tumbled down. You scrambled trying to get out from under him, arm outstretched and fingers spread as you try and reach for the book which was just a few inches away, when his larger one engulfs your wrist, twisting you around and manhandling you to flip you on your back.

You had fantasized about Jungkook on top of you many times before, but never quite like this.

He grabbed your other wrist and pinned it down next to your head, shackling you to the forest floor and forcing you to look up at him. You were able to see far too clearly with your eyes adjusted to the night, the moonlight showing the rage on his beautiful face. He was breathing heavily from the exertion of the chase, chest heaving up and down beneath his hoodie as he glared down at you, a wild look in his eyes. His nostrils flared, mouth parted as he took in greedy gasps of air, his face closer to yours than you were used to. You tried to reach a foot up to kick him in the chest, but he dodged, trapping your thighs between his own. You struggled, pushing your hands up to try and twist out of his iron-clad grip, but he remained firm.

There was another spike of fear that ran through you as you realized he wasn't going to let you go.

Fuck, what had you gotten yourself into?

You were in the belly of the beast, trapped with no hope of escape. You tried and twisted some more, and his grip tightened, keeping you glued to the ground with him practically sitting on top of you. He wasn't even looking for the notebook anymore, all of his attention focused solely on you.

He continued to breathe hard, now deeper as you were both finally at a standstill. "Caught you..." he panted, still trying to catch his breath.

You clenched and unclenched your fists, frustrated with how you were helpless beneath him, now unable to fight back. Offering a weak smile, you tried to catch your own breath. "J-Jungkook..." You hadn't meant for the word to come out so airy, almost like a moan. A plea. "You can have the book back... It's right there."

"I don't want it anymore," he snarled.

You gulped, squirming in his hold, something you could no longer hide given your predicament. "O-Oh," you said shakily, trying to offer a laugh. "Let's... Let's talk?"

"Yeah, let's talk," he sneered, with no intention of letting you out from under him. No doubt you'd try and run away again. You'd probably climb over the mountain if it meant escape. "Why're you always testing me, huh? Trying to get under my skin, irritate me. I've tried so hard with you, tried to be patient, but you just don't know when to quit, do you?"

This time you didn't respond, unable to answer his questions. You weren't sure this was exactly the moment for honesty.

"Thought you wanted to talk, sweetheart."

Fuck, that made your heart flutter despite the situation. You look to the side, anywhere but Jungkook, and instead to the leaves and trees overhead above him. "I-I just like annoying you, that's all."

"That's all, huh?" His fingers flexed around your wrists. "It's almost like you like seeing me angry."

You squirmed again, closing your eyes as you try to kick beneath him, heels digging into the ground as you try to push him off. His body weight didn't give you much wiggle room, though and your weak attempts don't go unnoticed by him. You felt so embarrassed, so small and vulnerable beneath his scrutinizing gaze. You turned your head to the side, wanting to shrink away form his hard stare. He didn't let up, however.

"Nuh uh," he hissed, stretching your arms above your head and trapping both wrists in one hand now. Unfortunately you didn't have enough strength to weasel out of the one. All that time you had spent thirsting over his gym photos, and now it was all being used against you. He roughly gripped your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as he turned your face from the side and back at him. "Look at me."

Hesitantly, you peeked back up at him, the angry expression you had worked so hard for now glowering down at you.

"Just..." You whimpered, biting your lip with shame. "Just wanted your attention."

The fingers around your face seemed to twitch at that, and his eyes flashed with something you don't recognize. Perhaps surprise? His grip on your wrists tightened, stretching your arms out more to make you squirm with discomfort. "Is that it?" You heard a low, ominous chuckle. "Well congratulations, sweetheart. You finally got it."

Before you could wail out your deepest apologies and beg for his forgiveness, he's tilting your chin up further, craning your neck, and kissing you.

Your eyes widened as you felt the lips you had dreamed of for so long on yours, his tongue delving into your mouth and gliding against yours with ease. He completely dominated you, the hand on your jaw now sliding down the column of your throat, feeling every gasp and moan that travelled through it as he took you completely. He lightly squeezed, as though reminding you to behave. Jungkook pressed his lips harder against yours, not letting you escape, forcing you to feel every part of him you had been so desperate for. Your head felt like it was spinning, fists furling and unfurling as you finally shut your eyes and tried to kiss him back, tried to keep up and have your body process this faster than your brain could. You were in complete disbelief this was happening. Was this real? Were you actually back home at the cabin, having another sick, twisted wet dream about Jungkook?

It was better than any of your dreams or fantasies could have predicted. The way Jungkook's mouth moved against yours, the secure hold against your neck and bound wrists, the subtle grind he made against you, nothing could compare. It felt better than you had ever hoped, and far, far filthier than you had ever dreamed.

Jungkook finally pulled back, breathless once again, lips now glistening in the moonlight as he stared down at you. You were panting as well, staring up at him with wonder at what he'd done, and what he'd do next. Did he regret it? Did he suddenly come to his senses? Realize it was you he was actually kissing in the middle of the wilderness?

His eyes scoured your flushed expression, traveling down to where your chest sunk and rose with each breath, and your thighs trapped between his. Biting his lip, he lifted to his knees, hands still firmly pinning you down as he shoved a leg between your own, nudging them apart. "Spread 'em."

Shocked, you did as you're told, slowly opening your legs to his prying eyes, humiliation coursing through your veins. You had gone outside in your pajamas, just some sleep shorts and a tank top, and there wasn't much modesty you could provide.

Jungkook seemed satisfied with the sight, however, moving his other knee between yours as well as he looked down at the tiny shorts that barely covered you now. "Fuck..." He let go of your neck, his grip loosening as he lightly touched the skin available to him, tracing down over your tank top, between your breasts and past your stomach, stopping just above the hemline of your shorts. He was transfixed, eyes drinking in all they could in the dim light. He locked gazes with you again, hard gaze refusing to let you look away. "Do you want me to touch you? Or do you want me to let you go and run away again?"

You gulped, thighs twitching at the thought of either.

"I need an answer, Y/N."

"I-I—" Curse your infernal stammering. You swallowed the saliva that pooled in your throat, trying to collect yourself. "Please... touch me."

Jungkook grunted in response, grabbing onto the waistband of your shorts and roughly tugging them down your legs, revealing a cute pair of pink panties for him to rip apart. He didn’t admire them too long, quickly yanking them down as well to store in the pocket of his shorts. He used the free hand to roughly pin one of your knees against the ground, keeping you spread for him with no where to hide, your glistening folds shining even in the darkness.

"Fuck, you really like seeing me mad, don't you?" he said under his breath, fingers lightly trailing up from your knee and up your inner thigh. You squirmed under his gaze, flustered and embarrassed at how exposed you were as he continued to unapologetically stare at you, eyes reveling at your bare sex. "Just wanted me to pin you down and fuck you every time you annoyed me, is that it?"

"Y...Yes..." you quietly admitted, hips slightly bucking to try and get his hand closer, to no avail. He pushed against your hip to keep you against the ground, thumb inching closer to where you wanted, rubbing slow circles against the inside of your hip. "Please don't tease."

His nostrils flared at that. "Tease? Like how you tease me all the time? Acting like a little slut just for my attention?"

His hand came down to slap against your wet folds, making your hips jump at the delicious sting. You accidentally let out a moan before you could stop yourself, his hand coming back down to rub against your sex and soothe the pain, traveling between your wet folds and admiring the slick that collected on them.

"Fuck, Jungkook!" You whimpered out the words, tears springing in your eyes.

"God, you're something else..." Jungkook said quietly, as though it were to himself. He let his digits dance against you, teasing around your entrance and clit but never giving you enough. "Every time you'd come begging for my attention, pissing me off, I had to walk away. Because I knew this would happen. Knew I'd just lose it and have to fuck the attitude out of you then and there."

He slipped a finger in and you mewled, pushing further against the hand that bound your wrists together. You weren't able to lift them even a centimeter from the ground. You wanted to reach up and touch him, curl your fingers into his hair and tug, wrap your hands around his forearm and feel the how the tendons worked as he curled his digits inside of you. You dug your heels into the ground, savoring the feeling of Jungkook's finger curling in you repeatedly, the sound of your wetness filling the night air.

"You're so wet for me, took it so easily..." He slipped another digit in, watching you keen as you tried to buck your hips again and greedily swallow him in deeper. "Couldn't just ask me out like a normal person, huh? Had to act like we were still on the playground, just irritate me for fun."

"It worked, didn't it?" you questioned, whimpering as the digits aimed at your g-spot, digging deep into your pressure point, his palm pressed against your mound and grinding against you.

He couldn't help but smile at that. "It did, didn't it?" His hand started moving faster, harder, as though to drive further emphasis to your question. "And now you're going to have to face the consequences."

You felt pressure building up in your abdomen, moaning as Jungkook jackhammered his fingers into you, his thrusts hard and precise. You weren't even able to bring yourself to orgasm this fast, but with Jungkook it seemed like it was about to happen any minute.

Jungkook hovered over you, his face close as he finally let go of your wrists, slapping his palm against your mouth the dull your screams. "Shh, not so loud, sweetheart," he cooed patronizingly, a wicked grin on his face as he saw you struggle and whine, a third finger slipping inside, giving you a delicious burn from the stretch of the girthy digits. "Don't want to wake anyone with those slutty sounds, yeah? Those are all for me."

You were finally able to do as you wished with your hands, both wrapping around his forearm as you felt the muscles move and flex with every curl of his fingers, veins bulging beneath as he worked to get you to the finish line. You couldn't help but let your nails scratch along him a bit, overwhelmed with the onslaught of pleasure he brought. The sound of his palm repeatedly slapping against your wet sex was embarrassingly loud, and the movement of his fingers revealed how into this you were.

"Ah..." Your moan was muffled beneath his palm, but he undoubtedly felt the vibrations against his skin.

"You close? Gonna cum on my fingers already?" His smile was near sadistic as he watched you struggle beneath him. "C'mon, let go for me. So fucking desperate for it."

His thumb came up to dig against your clit, swiping against you as he fingered you to an orgasm. Your toes curled and your thighs quaked, your moan muffled through Jungkook's palm as you arched against the forest floor, bliss overtaking you. Jungkook watched your expression intently, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched you unravel underneath him, eyes crossed and face flushed as you took what he gave you.

He slowed the pumping of his fingers, pulling them out and rubbing the digits against your clit again. You hated the feeling of being empty again, hips rising for his touch so he'd sink further into you again. Jungkook tsked, offering two more sharp slaps to your cunt to quell your disobedience. "I think you're all warmed up for me now."

He took his hand away from your face, shoving the waistband of his gym shorts and boxers down so his erection could spring free. Grabbing your hair, he forced your head to look down at his cock.

"Take a look, sweetheart. It's the dick you wanted so badly."

He gives your cunt one final, harsh smack before he's roughly shoving your legs apart again, knees glued to the grass beneath as he shuffles closer to you, his cock lying against your bare sex. You tried to gyrate against him, feel him harder against you, wondering if the orgasm he gave you would be enough for you to fit all of that inside. He was just as big as you had hoped and girthier than the three fingers that had already stretched you out so well.

Taking his cock in his hand, he slapped it against your pussy, teasing you further, letting you feel the heavy length that threatened to destroy you. He laughed when he saw the tears of frustration shine at the corner of your eyes. You tried to reach for him again, grab his cock and force it in you in one go, but he grabbed your wrists again, pinning them above you much like before. His face was inches from your own now, cocky and smug expression gleefully mocking your tearful, impatient one. "Are you gonna cry?" he questioned with a pout, sliding the cock head along your folds and teasing it against your entrance before bringing it back up to your clit, rubbing harshly to see your legs shake again. "Poor baby."

"Jungkook please just—" you sniffled, straining against his grasp. "C'mon, put it in, please?"

"Why should I, sweetheart, when you've been nothing but a bitchy little brat?" He emphasized his words with a few more harsh slaps, letting go of his cock to smack his palm against your wet folds, enjoying the way your hips jumped up against the ground, as though chasing his touch. He sneered as you sobbed, lower lip trembling. "What makes you think you deserve it?"

"Want it so bad. Worked so hard for it," you cried, lips trembling.

"Yeah?" He took his cock again, lightly pushing it against your entrance only a few centimeters, but still refusing to dive inside. "Gonna stop annoying me all the time? Trying to rile me up? Gonna be a good slut from now on?"

You nodded quickly. "Yes! Yes, I promise!"

He slowly shook his head, tongue digging into his cheek, tsking with disbelief. "Fucking liar."

With that he slowly pushed into you, watching your lips part into an 'o' and he sunk inch by inch into your wet heat, stretching you completely. You couldn't help the moans that escaped you, feeling him go deeper than you had ever experienced before, digging in and pressing against your cervix, right against your lower belly.

"Fuuuuck that's it." He emanated a dark growl from his chest, watching himself sink further into you. "Take it all. That's a good slut."

He finally stopped when his hips are flush with your ass, making you feel everything he had to offer. You felt so full. Never had you been filled so completely before, and the fact that it was Jeon Jungkook was almost enough to make you come undone all over again.

"Fuck, what a good pussy." He let go of your wrists, hands gripping beneath your knees and folding you in half as he pulled his hips back, giving shallow thrusts as he felt you take him. "So good for me sweetheart, shit. Look at you. So fucking pretty. Feel so fucking good for me. 'Course a brat like you gets this wet, fuck."

"You.. You..." You struggled to articulate words, gasping them out as you felt him drive into you, his thrusts getting longer and deeper as he pulled his hips back more, shoving his cock inside you harder to bury himself further into you. "You feel amazing."

He chuckled lowly, stooping over and connecting your lips once again, the kiss messy as he continued barreling his cock as deep inside as he could. "Yeah?" he breathed against you, the wet kissing sounds rivaling the sound of skin slapping against skin, and your wet pussy eagerly trying to swallow me deeper. "Live up to those— fuck— those dirty fantasies of yours, sweetheart?"

"Mmm," you moaned, nails clawing at his hoodie to pull him deeper. "Better."

He laughed at that, mouth fully taking over your own, forcing you to taste him as he reached one hand up to your throat, squeezing to choke you in a way that left you lightheaded. "You're better too, baby," he assured. "Never imagined you'd be this much of a slut for me."

You whimpered against his lips, grinding against him with every thrust, greedily swallowing each kiss and praying this moment would never end. You wanted to be glued against this forest floor with Jungkook forever, with only the trees and night air to hide you both. You tugged at his hoodie, bringing it up, letting your hands freely glide along the chiseled abs you had been obsessed over for years.

He rose, tugging it off quickly before diving back into you, not wasting a second to put his hand back on your throat and his lips back against yours. He wasn't letting you breathe for a second, wanting you lightheaded and dumb on his cock. It was as though he couldn't get enough of you, swallowing every moan and grinding his pelvis against your clit, eager to make you cum again.

"You feel so fucking good baby," he groaned, tugging your tank top up and over your tits, kneading at the flesh beneath his fingers before leaning back and landing another slap on your clit. You squealed, your legs nearly kicking as he brought his thumb down to your clit, rubbing hard circles. "C'mon, give me another. Be a good slut for me, c'mon. Cum on the dick you wanted so bad."

He drove you to the edge, making you cum so hard you practically see stars, your body trembling like a leaf as he pounded against you, stimulating every part of you. He leaned back down to swallow your cry, groaning against your mouth as he felt you clench and shake around him, your pitiful cries only driving him harder, faster against you. Unrelenting, like the punishment this was originally meant to be.

"Good girl," he moaned, head burying into your neck to littler kisses all over it, harsh sucks and nibbles to mark you along with the scrapes and bruises you undoubtedly acquired when he tackled you before. "Good f-fuuucking girl."

You buried your hands in his hair, curling your digits between the strands and tugging as he dug his hips against yours, cock nestled in as deep as it could go as he ground his hips against yours, pelvis practically glued against your clit. He pressed himself as closely as he could to you, and you hugged him closer, embracing the feeling of his smooth, bare skin beneath your finger tips. You felt so sensitive from the constant stimulation, tears springing to life again. He noticed, giving a small peck at the corner of one of your eyes.

"Sensitive baby? Need me to stop?"

"No," you tugged him closer, not wanting it to end. "Don't stop."

He laughed, melting into you, one arm still holding himself up above you by the elbow. He pressed his other hand down against your abdomen, "Want another then?"

You squirmed at the thought, and your reaction only made him more determined, pushing further against you and grinding as deep as he could go, feeling himself move inside of you. The tip of his cock pressed against your g-spot, refusing to give you a break as he ground against it, the bulge below your belly button showing exactly how deep he was inside you.

"You're so cute when you cry." He kissed the other tearful corner. "Come on, one more with me. You were so desperate for it earlier. Need to fucking ruin you like the brat you are, c'mon."

He pulled his hips back, heavy thrusts returning as you're forced to take what he gives, feeling the bulge protruding from your lower tummy against the palm of his hand. He kissed you messily again, his tongue casually dominating and sliding against yours smoothly and effortlessly, as though he had been kissing you for years. Like putting you in your place was simply second nature to him. You mewled into his mouth, his thrusts becoming quicker and sloppier as he got closer to finishing. His hand slid down your stomach and back to your clit, and he grinned against your lips as you squealed.

"Fucking pathetic. Desperate for this dick and can't even take it," he teased, panting against your mouth. "Giving up? Little pussy can't take it?"

"I can- I can take it."

"Yeah? You gonna cum on this dick again, sweetheart?" He looked at your fucked out expression, the concentration in your eyes as you look up at him pleadingly. "Cum for me now and maybe I'll fuck you again, how's that sound? Show me you deserve it."

You raked your nails down his bare back, feeling your third orgasm of the night overtake you. Jungkook can feel it, too, his digits on your sex getting as sloppy as his thrusts, trying to milk it out of you.

"C'mon c'mon c'mon, fuuuuck yes take it. Good fucking girl— fuck—" He felt you cum on his cock, thighs trembling, moan ringing out through the night, and it's enough to undo him. He pulled out, stroking himself and biting his lip as he came all over your twitching pussy, letting out a deep, gravelly moan at the sight of you covered in him.

He collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you, as both of you caught your breaths, basking in the afterglow of what you had just done.

You held Jungkook in an embrace, feeling his heart rate slow as the minutes pass, his dick softening against your thigh, and the sudden awareness that the two of you were basically naked upon grass in the middle of the woods. The blades tickled at your sweaty back, but you didn't care, absentmindedly combing through Jungkook's hair. While your post-nut clarity was currently fantastic, you were unsure if he was having second thoughts.

Jungkook nuzzled his nose against you, buried in the crook of your neck as he took in a deep breath. Hiding his face from you, he grumbled the words into your skin. "Open the sketchbook."

Right. The sketchbook. The whole reason you had gotten into this predicament in the first place. The reason he had chased you down into the depths of the forest. You looked back to where you had dropped it, and Jungkook sat up and reached for it on your behalf, grabbing it and handing it to you.

You stared at him, confused for a moment. "I don't need to see it, really. You have your right to privacy. I shouldn't have taken it from you. It was a dick move. I was just trying to annoy you."

He laughed a little. "I know. Just open it."

You did as you were told, opening it up and thumbing through the pages. They were the same ones you had seen before. Some anime sketches, some doodles, some wildlife. It wasn't until you got to the final page he had drawn on. It was you. It wasn't finished yet, but it was undeniably a light sketch of you. You blinked, processing it, staring at the page and tracing your fingers lightly over the pencil strokes. Before what had just happened, happened, Jeon Jungkook was sketching you in his journal.

Jungkook let out a breath, as though he had been holding it the entire time you were flipping through the pages. "That's why I was so embarrassed. I didn't... I couldn't sleep. Couldn't get your face out of my head."

You locked eyes, yours wide, almost with disbelief. "Really?" You feel like all of the air had been knocked out of your lungs yet again.

"Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck, as though nervous. "It's not done yet, or anything, but—"

"I love it," you blurted out, grabbing him and kissing him, pressing your lips firmly against his so there'd be no doubt. "Can I keep it?"

He chuckled. "Maybe when it's done. I've got no use for it now with the real thing."

You both share a smile at that, and you reached for the discarded clothes that had been strewn about, no doubt with dirt and grass stains now. "How far did we wander off? I really hope we didn't get lost."

"Nah, I remember the way back. C'mon." He pulled your shorts back up your legs, put back on his hoodie, and grabbed your hand, leading you back towards the cabin. You couldn't believe you were actually holding his hand, his large one engulfing your own, and you could feel how steady his heartbeat was through his palm. True to his words, you made it back home, and surprisingly he ended up falling into bed with you, though purely to sleep. And perhaps not to wake Taehyung.

He never gave you back your panties, though.

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"All right, everyone, let's get a move on! We've got an 8 hour car ride ahead of us and that's not even including the bathroom breaks I know Taehyung will need!" Yeri shouted, shoving her final bag into the trunk before slamming it shut.

"Excuse you, bitch. Everyone needs those bathroom breaks," Taehyung grumbled, yanking at the back door of the Sedan.

The side door to the back seats slid open, and you climb in to same seat you had been in on the way there. Instead of Jimin, though, the person who came to join you was Jungkook, offering a small smile as he approached. "Mind if I sit here?"

"Yes," you said, but yank your duffel to the floor so the seat was clear. "Sure a muscle pig like you can squeeze in here?"

"I have a talent for squeezing into tight spaces."

You blushed at that, causing Jungkook to laugh at your embarrassment, sitting down next to you. He reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers and making your heart practically leap from your chest.

"Look at you, making the quips for once." You couldn't seem to wipe the grin of your face, and you knew before the end of the ride your cheeks were going to hurt from smiling so much. "Uno reverso, huh?"

"It's about time I did the chasing from now on," he grinned back, squeezing your hand.

Jimin sat down in the middle seat next to Taehyung, confused as to why Jungkook stole his seat. He turned to Taehyung, puzzled. "What happened with them?" he mouthed.

"I don't even know man. Whatever it is, it's about damn time."

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✨jungkook recs recs vol. X✨(the spicy version)

compilation of some of my fav jungkook smut fics (vol. VIII)!!! enjoy!!!🩷જ⁀➴ series

🌷baecation (jungkook x reader) by @1kook

🌷by its cover (jungkook x reader) by @gimmesumsuga

🌷catch me if you can (jungkook x reader) by @littlemisskookie

🌷in the frame (jungkook x reader) by @missenu 🩷

🌷kitty (jungkook x reader) by @trivia-yandere

🌷milestone (jungkook x reader) by @1kook

🌷my lucky star (jungkook x reader) by @jiminsafairy

🌷not in that way (jungkook x reader) by @girlygguk

🌷the wife trap (jungkook x reader) by @wintrbears 🩷

🌷off limits (jungkook x reader) by @trivia-yandere

🌷what, now? (jungkook x reader) by @theharrowing

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Applied Force j.j.k

°⊹₊ --- After weeks of trading quiet glances, sweet pastries, and calculus formulas in the corner of the campus library, the quiet sanctuary you built so carefully finally gives way. Caught in the warm, rain-drenched bubble of a stormy autumn night, the varsity rugby team’s unstoppable fly-half decides he’s done playing by the book. No more holding back, no more safe distances—just a raw, heavy collision of warmth and desperate hunger in the quiet shadows of your apartment. Jeon Jungkook always knew he wanted you, but as the line between his brute force on the pitch and his tender, aching devotion completely blurs, he'll make sure you never want to pull away.

[ 🔗 ] --- 전정국 x f!reader ₊⊹ ° ✦ cw | rugby player!jungkook, popular athlete x nerdy girl trope, library tutoring, slow burn to heavy smut, cozy apartment vibes, rain-drenched nights, praise, finger slip, sweet but intense, cunnilingus, size difference, over-stimulated clit, protected sex, deep thrusts, thigh-on-shoulder position, sweat-slicked bodies, light biting/marking, absolute devotion, tender aftercare.

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hey loves! i am SO incredibly sorry for going completely MIA on here lately. my birthday is coming up on august 3rd, so to prep for it i've been working brutal double shifts from 8am to 11pm almost every single day, which has left me with zero brain cells at the end of the night. thank you all so, so much for your patience and endless sweetness 🥺💖 i'm finally finding my rhythm again, so i will be uploading more stories this week to make up for lost time! i hope you guys absolutely love this one. xoxo

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Act I: The Physics of a Collision

The university library was the one place on campus where the laws of gravity seemed to behave themselves. Everything had its place: the high-arched bookshelves, the scent of aged paper and floor wax, and the quiet, rhythmic tapping of your laptop keys.

You lived for this quiet. As a dedicated student who preferred the company of complex equations and quiet study alcoves over rowdy campus parties, the third-floor corner desk was your sanctuary.

Until the peace was shattered by a sound that definitely did not belong in a library.

It was a low, heavy thud, followed by the unmistakable rustle of an oversized sports duffel bag being dropped unceremoniously onto the carpet. You blinked, looking up from your notebook.

Standing in the entryway of your private alcove was Jeon Jungkook. He was practically vibrating with restless energy. Even in a simple oversized gray hoodie and sweatpants, he looked massive—broad-shouldered, thighs thick from years of athletic conditioning, and hair damp from what was likely a post-practice shower. He had a smudge of dirt near his collarbone that he’d clearly missed, and his dark eyes were wide as he scanned the empty desks before landing directly on yours.

"Uh. Hey," he whispered. His voice was surprisingly soft, a sharp contrast to his intimidating frame. "Is... is anyone sitting here?"

You slowly looked at the three empty chairs surrounding your table. "Unless you count my existential dread, no. It’s free."

A small, boyish smile broke across his face, instantly melting the fierce "star athlete" persona the campus sports newsletters loved to write about. He pulled out the chair directly opposite you, the heavy wooden legs scraping against the floor with a loud screeech.

Several people in the next aisle hissed a collective "Shh!"

Jungkook winced, ducking his head and mouthing a silent 'sorry' to the empty air, his cheeks flushing a faint, endearing shade of pink. He sat down, practically folding his large frame to fit under the standard library desk, and began pulling things out of his bag.

First came a massive, neon-pink water bottle covered in cute stickers (a stark contrast to his rugged build). Next was a laptop, followed by a brand-new, entirely spine-unbroken textbook for Advanced Calculus.

He stared at the textbook like it was written in an ancient, hostile language. He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his damp, dark hair, leaving it delightfully messy.

You tried to return to your notes, but the sheer presence of him was distracting. He kept shifting, his heavy thighs brushing against the underside of the table, sending tiny vibrations through your laptop. Every few minutes, he would mutter something under his breath, chew on the end of a black pen, or groan softly.

"You know," you said quietly, finally leaning back in your chair, "if you stare at the cover any harder, it might actually catch fire."

Jungkook looked up, startled. He dropped his pen, and it rolled across the table, stopping right against your hand.

"Is it that obvious?" he muttered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm trying to prep for the mid-term next week. If I don't pull at least a B, the coach is going to bench me for the playoffs. And honestly? None of this makes sense. It’s like they’re using numbers to hurt my feelings."

You couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. "Calculus isn't trying to hurt you. It's just highly misunderstood."

"Easy for you to say," he said, gesturing to your neatly organized, color-coded notebooks. "You look like you actually understand the universe. I just run into people for a living."

"Well, the universe is just a giant game of collision physics," you offered, pulling his textbook toward you. "And rugby is literally just applied force and momentum. You probably understand it better than you think."

Jungkook leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands. Up close, you could see the faint scar on his left cheek and the intense, dark sparkle in his eyes. He looked incredibly attentive, like a golden retriever waiting for a command.

"Show me?" he asked softly.

Act II: The Sweetness of Slow Momentum

What started as a one-time explanation quickly spiraled into a weekly routine.

Every Tuesday and Thursday after his practice, Jungkook would find you in your corner alcove. He would bring peace offerings: iced matchas, soft strawberry pastries, and little wrapped candies that he’d slide across the table to you with a hopeful grin.

You quickly learned that despite his fearsome reputation on the rugby pitch, Jungkook was incredibly sweet, polite, and surprisingly shy.

"Okay, look at it this way," you said, pointing to a graph you’d sketched in his notebook. "The derivative represents the exact rate of change at any given moment. Think of it like sprinting down the field. Your average speed over the whole game is one thing, but the derivative is your exact velocity the second you break through the defensive line."

Jungkook’s eyes lit up. "Oh! So it's like... the exact moment I decide to pivot?"

"Exactly," you smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at how quickly he caught on. "You're calculating the precise point of maximum efficiency."

"Wow." He stared at the graph, a genuine grin spreading across his face. "You make it sound so easy. My professor just mumbles at the chalkboard and expects us to pray for salvation." He looked up, his gaze locking onto yours. "You're really smart, Y/N."

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard. You felt your cheeks warm up, and you quickly looked down at your notes. "I just like when things have a clear answer. Real life is usually much messier."

"Yeah," Jungkook said softly, his eyes tracing the line of your collarbone before returning to your face. "But messy can be good sometimes."

The silence that stretched between you wasn't the heavy, academic silence of the library anymore. It was charged, sweet, and thick with an unspoken tension. He reached out, his large, calloused hand resting on the table just inches from yours. His fingers were long, the knuckles slightly bruised from practice, but there was a gentleness to his posture that made your heart skip a beat.

"Are you... coming to the game this Friday?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave, practically a whisper.

"I don't really do sports, Jungkook," you said softly. "The stadium is loud, and I usually use Friday nights to catch up on reading."

He pouted—a full, exaggerated, incredibly cute lip-jut that should have been illegal on a man of his size. "Please? It’s the biggest match of the season. If you're there, I'll have a reason to show off my 'maximum efficiency' velocity."

You laughed, shaking your head, but the flutter in your chest was undeniable. "Fine. But only if you promise to actually pass your calculus quiz tomorrow."

"Deal," he beamed, reaching out to gently tap his pinky finger against yours in a mock promise. The brief contact of his warm skin sent a shiver straight down your spine.

Act III: The Field of Force

Friday night arrived with a crisp autumn chill and the roaring hum of the university stadium.

You stood near the metal bleachers, wrapped in a cozy oversized knit sweater, holding a hot cup of cider. The atmosphere was electric—the smell of cut grass, popcorn, and the deafening cheers of hundreds of students painted a picture entirely foreign to your quiet library sanctuary.

The whistle blew, and the match began.

You had never watched rugby before, and the sheer physicality of it took your breath away. At the center of it all was Jungkook.

On the field, he was a completely different person. The boy who shyly ate strawberry pastries in the library stacks was gone. In his place was a dominant, fierce force of nature. Wearing the dark red varsity jersey, his muscular legs caked in mud, he commanded the field with absolute authority. You watched as he caught the ball mid-air, absorbing a heavy hit from a defender twice his size without even flinching. He spun, his powerful thighs driving him forward as he slipped through the defensive line with breathtaking grace.

When he scored, the stadium erupted.

Jungkook stood up from the turf, wiping a streak of mud from his forehead. He grinned, jogging back toward the center line. But before he took his position, his eyes scanned the crowded sidelines.

You stood up a little straighter, waving your hand slightly.

Across the distance, his eyes locked onto yours. A brilliant, breathless smile broke across his face, and he raised a hand to point directly at you, giving you a quick, playful wink before refocusing on the game.

Your heart did a violent flip.

By the time the final whistle blew, our team had won by a landslide. The crowd stormed the edges of the field, but you stayed back, not wanting to get caught in the crush of excited bodies.

Suddenly, a hand caught your wrist—not painfully, but with a firm, warm certainty.

You turned to find Jungkook. He was panting, his hair wild and damp with sweat, mud splattered across his cheeks and jersey. He looked rugged, raw, and incredibly beautiful.

"You stayed," he breathed, his chest heaving as he smiled down at you.

"Of course I did," you said, your voice carrying a soft, nervous tremor. "You were amazing out there, Jungkook. You really used that momentum."

He let out a breathless, booming laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Without warning, he stepped closer, his warmth radiating off him in the cool night air. "I only played well because I knew you were watching."

Act IV: Friction and Flow

The rain began to fall just as the crowds cleared, turning the night into a soft, blurry canvas of streetlights and glistening pavement.

Since Jungkook's car was in the campus shop, you ended up walking back to your apartment together, sharing your small umbrella. Because of his size, he had to walk incredibly close to you to stay dry, his heavy shoulder constantly brushing against yours, his arm wrapped loosely around your waist to guide you away from puddles.

By the time you reached your front door, the rain was coming down in sheets.

"You're going to get soaked walking back to the dorms," you said, looking at the downpour, then up at him. "Do you... want to come in? Just until it clears up?"

Jungkook swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. "Yeah. I'd really like that."

Your apartment was small, cozy, and filled with the scent of vanilla and old books.

"Make yourself comfortable," you said, handing him a clean, dry towel. "I'll make us some hot tea."

When you returned to the living room, Jungkook had taken off his damp varsity jacket, leaving him in a fitted black t-shirt that clung to the contours of his chest and arms. He was sitting on your small, plush sofa, looking around the room with a soft, curious expression.

"Your place is really nice," he said, taking the mug from you. "It feels... safe. Like you."

You sat down beside him, tucking your legs under your sweater. "Like me?"

"Yeah." He set his mug down on the coffee table and turned his body to face you, his dark eyes intensely focused. "You're quiet, and you're calm, and you make my brain stop running a million miles an hour. When I'm with you, I don't feel like I have to be the star player. I can just... be Jungkook."

Your breath hitched. The space between you suddenly felt incredibly small, charged with a magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore.

"Jungkook..." you whispered.

"I've been wanting to do this for weeks," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky register.

He reached out, his large, warm hand gently cupping your cheek. His thumb brushed over your skin with a tenderness that made your eyes flutter shut. You leaned into his touch, your heart pounding like a drum.

He leaned in slowly, giving you every opportunity to pull away. But you didn't.

When his lips finally met yours, it was a beautiful collision.

Act V: The Ultimate Convergence

The kiss was soft at first, a sweet, tentative tasting of one another. Jungkook’s lips were warm and slightly parted, tasting of the sweet cider from earlier. But as you let out a soft sigh against his mouth, his grip on your cheek tightened slightly, and the kiss deepened into something raw, heavy, and full of long-dormant desire.

He pulled you onto his lap, his strong hands sliding down to grip your hips, lifting you effortlessly. You gasped at the sudden shift in gravity, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pressed you back against the plush cushions of the sofa.

The heat radiating from him was intense, a literal fire compared to the cool rain tapping against your window.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N," he whispered against your lips, his breath hot and ragged. His hands slid up under the hem of your oversized sweater, his warm palms tracing the sensitive skin of your waist, sending shivers cascading through your entire body.

Every touch from him was deliberate, a perfect execution of desire and tenderness. He kissed his way down your jawline, his lips lingering on the sweet spot just below your ear, making you arch into him with a quiet whimper.

"Jungkook," you breathed, your fingers tangling in his damp, dark hair, pulling him closer.

He groaned softly, the sound low and resonant in his chest. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with an unbridled passion, yet still holding that sweet, devoted gaze that had captured you in the library.

"I've got you," he whispered, his thumbs stroking your hips as he pulled you flush against him. "I’m not letting go."

The rain lashed violently against the windowpane, the rhythmic drumming of water against glass casting a private, shadowed sanctuary over the dimly lit living room.

Jungkook’s hands on your waist were firm and massive, anchoring you to his lap. He didn't just hold you; he possessed your space, his thick thighs framing yours as you sat straddling him. He pulled back just a fraction of an inch, his dark, dilated eyes searching your face. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling against yours, the heat radiating off his skin like a physical wave.

"Are you sure?" he murmured, his voice incredibly husky, a gravelly contrast to the sweet boy from the library. "Because once I start, Y/N, I don't think I can stop."

"I'm sure, Jungkook," you whispered, your heart hammering against your ribs. "I want you."

A low, primal growl rumbled in his throat. He leaned up, his lips catching yours in a kiss that was no longer tentative. It was deep, hungry, and demanding. His tongue slid into your mouth, tasting you completely, swirling with yours in a lazy, heavy rhythm that mirrored the friction of your bodies.

His large, calloused hands slid down from your waist, gripping the undersides of your thighs. With effortless strength, he lifted you slightly, shifting your weight so you were pressed tightly against his growing hardness. You let out a quiet gasp into his mouth, your hands instantly finding his broad shoulders, holding onto him like a lifeline as the sheer size of him registered against your core.

"You're so small," he breathed against your lips, his voice thick with desire. "So beautiful."

Without breaking the kiss for more than a second, his fingers caught the hem of your knit sweater. He pulled it up and over your head, throwing it onto the floor. He paused, his gaze dropping to your bare skin, his eyes darkening further as he took in the sight of you. His hand, warm and slightly rough from years of rugby turf, traced a slow path up your ribs, making you shiver.

"Jungkook," you whimpered, your hands reaching for the hem of his black t-shirt.

He helped you, pulling it off in one fluid motion and tossing it aside. The sight of his bare chest was breathtaking. His shoulders were incredibly broad, his chest heavily muscled, and his abs defined, decorated with the faint, fading bruises of his sport. He was a masterpiece of raw athletic power, yet as his hands reached back to you, his touch was impossibly gentle.

He leaned you back against the plush cushions of the sofa, hovering over you, his massive frame shielding you from the rest of the world. He kissed his way down your chin, down the sensitive column of your throat, his lips hot and wet. When his mouth found the valley between your collarbones, you arched into him, your fingers tangling tightly in his damp hair.

"Ah—Jungkook, please..."

"I've got you," he whispered, his thumb caressing your hip.

He slid his hands to the waistband of your shorts, slowly pushing them down along with your lace panties. You lifted your hips, completely pliant under his touch. When he tossed the garments aside, he didn't immediately move to his own clothes. Instead, he knelt between your legs, his heavy thighs parting yours wide, exposing you to his gaze.

The vulnerability made you flush, but the raw adoration in his eyes melted any insecurity. He leaned down, his warm breath fanning over your inner thighs, making your legs tremble.

"Jungkook, wait—"

But he was already leaning in, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, before his fingers gently parted you. When his tongue made first contact, a sharp, electric shock of pure pleasure shot straight to your core. You let out a loud, breathless cry, your fingers digging into the fabric of the couch cushions.

He was incredibly thorough. He used his tongue in long, slow, upward strokes, lapping at you with a heavy, deliberate pace that drove you crazy. He knew exactly how to apply pressure, his thumb circling your clit while his mouth drank you in.

"Oh my god... Jungkook..." You thrashed your head back, your hips rolling helplessly against his mouth. The friction was unbearable, the pleasure building so fast your vision blurred.

He let out a low hum against your skin, enjoying the taste of you, his tongue moving faster, swirling and teasing until you were entirely slick, whimpering and begging his name. Just as you felt the first waves of a climax building, he pulled back.

You let out a whine of protest, but he just smiled, a dark, incredibly sexy smirk that made your chest tighten.

"Not yet," he murmured, his voice dripping with heat. "I want to feel you wrap around me when you go off."

He stood up quickly, his large hands reaching for the button of his sweatpants. He pushed them down, exposing his thick, heavy length, already fully erect and glistening at the tip. He was thick, his veins prominent, a testament to the sheer desire he’d been holding back. He reached into his pocket, tearing open a small square packet with his teeth, and rolled the protection on with a practiced, steady hand.

He crawled back over you, his weight heavy and comforting as he settled between your thighs. He propped his forearms on either side of your head, his bicep brushing against your cheek.

He pressed his tip against your entrance, testing the wetness you’d left behind. You gasped at the friction, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Look at me," he commanded softly, his voice thick.

You opened your eyes, meeting his intense, dark stare.

Slowly, deliberately, Jungkook pushed his hips forward.

You stretched around him, your breath catching in your throat as the sheer thickness of him filled you up, inch by slow inch. It was a tight, heavy, incredibly intense sensation. Your eyes widened, a soft whimper escaping your parted lips.

"You're so tight, Y/N," he groaned, his eyes closing for a brief second as his jaw clenched, fighting for control. He paused, letting you adjust to his size. "Are you okay? Do you need me to go slow?"

"No," you breathed, your hands coming up to cup his sweat-slicked shoulders, pulling him down. "No, Jungkook. Please. Move."

With a low grunt, he pushed the rest of the way in, burying himself to the hilt. You let out a high-pitched cry, the sensation of him bottoming out inside you sending a wave of delicious heat straight to your lower abdomen.

He began to move.

It was a heavy, relentless rhythm. Because of his athletic conditioning, his endurance was staggering. He withdrew almost fully before plunging back in, his thick hips slamming against yours with a soft, wet slap that echoed in the quiet room. Each thrust was deep, hitting your sweet spot with a precision that had you sobbing his name.

"Jungkook—ah! Yes, right there..."

"I've got you," he panted, his chest rubbing against your breasts with every downward stroke, the friction of his skin against yours driving the heat to a fever pitch. "You feel so good. So fucking perfect."

He reached down, grabbing one of your knees and draping your leg over his shoulder, opening you up even wider. The change in angle allowed him to penetrate even deeper. He began to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, driven by a raw, desperate need to be as close to you as possible.

You were completely lost in the sensation. The room, the rain, the entire world shrunk down to the point of contact between your bodies. Every time he thrust into you, you felt the pleasure building, a tight coil in your stomach wrapping tighter and tighter.

"Jungkook, I'm... I'm close," you cried out, your nails digging into the muscles of his back, leaving faint red marks.

He groaned, his pace turning frantic, his hips driving into yours with wild, bruising force. "Come for me, Y/N. Let me feel it."

He leaned down, burying his face in your neck, biting softly at the skin of your shoulder as he delivered three hard, deep thrusts.

That was the breaking point. Your walls clamped down tightly around his length as you shattered, your body shaking violently as a massive, pulsing orgasm ripped through you. You screamed his name into the quiet room, your entire body arching off the sofa.

Hearing your cries and feeling the intense, tight contractions of your climax broke his remaining restraint. Jungkook let out a loud, guttural shout, his hips locking tightly against yours as he thrust one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go. His body shuddered violently as he came, his release thick and heavy, filling the protection inside you as he poured himself into you.

He held you tightly, his chest heaving, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your collarbone.

For a long time, the only sound in the room was the heavy, synchronized breathing of the two of you, and the gentle, fading patter of the rain outside.

Slowly, Jungkook collapsed his weight onto his elbows, careful not to crush you, and looked down at your face. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from your damp forehead. A soft, incredibly tender smile broke across his face.

"I think," he whispered, his voice breathless and full of awe, "we just solved the equation."

[mimisitaugu]

Whiskey & Champagne

pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader (Y/N)  

tags: idol au, established relationship, smut, possessive jungkook, jealous jungkook, angry sex, public venue, secret encounter, overstimulation, protective jungkook, soft jungkook after sex.  

tropes: "everyone is looking at you but you belong to me", "overprotective boyfriend", "marking what's mine", "secretly hooking up in a public place", "he acts tough but he's a softie for her".  

warnings: 18+, explicit smut, rough smut, public/semi-public sex, bathroom sex, fingering, finger fucking, rough penetration, wall sex, marking / biting, blood (from biting), creampie / internal ejaculation, leaving the venue without cleaning up / leaking semen, wet sounds, overstimulation, risk of getting caught, jungkook is a jealous idiot but he's deeply in love, praise kink, post-orgasm aftercare.  

word count: 7.1k

summary: You find yourself at an exclusive VIP after-party celebrating the end of a major award show, wearing a tight black dress and sharing a laugh-filled conversation with Soobin. Everything seems like the perfect night, until you lock eyes with Jungkook, your boyfriend, across the bar. His patience has worn thin, and his dark eyes promise an explicit punishment right in front of everyone. In the end, the cold marble walls of the bathroom will become the only witness to a fury fueled by jealousy, marks on the skin, and a wild possessiveness.

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The tight black fabric of the dress clung to your curves like a second skin, cut so low in the back that you felt the cold air of the lounge every time you moved. You adjusted the edge of the fabric, smiling as Soobin let out a clean laugh, leaning over to make himself heard over the electronic music vibrating against the walls of the private club. The venue was packed with celebrities, producers, and neon lights that tinged the atmosphere with purple and bluish hues, creating a dense, exclusive ambiance.

Soobin, looking impeccable in his designer suit, touched your shoulder naturally—a gesture of pure friendship that they had shared for years in the industry, but one that in an environment full of curious eyes seemed much more intimate. He spoke into your ear, his lips almost brushing the strands of your hair to beat the volume of the bass.

"Really, Y/N, if you don't stop wearing these dresses, I'm going to have to play your bodyguard all night," Soobin joked, keeping his hand resting on your shoulder while gesticulating with his other hand, which held a glass of champagne. "Half the club is devouring you with their eyes, and I don't want to have to fight anyone today."

You laughed, throwing your head back in an exaggerated gesture, and took a sip from your own glass, letting the liquid warm your throat. "Don't overdo it, Soobin. It's just a black dress. Besides, I'm perfectly safe with you here."

You tucked a strand behind your ear, and as you looked down, a sharp, intense sensation of warmth ran down the back of your neck. It was that sixth sense that activated only when he was around. Instinctively, you looked over Soobin's shoulder, searching the far end of the VIP bar, the darkest and most secluded corner of the private section.

There he was.

Jungkook hadn't moved from his spot in the last hour. His long fingers were wrapped around a glass of whiskey on the rocks, but he wasn't drinking. He wore a jacket over a black silk shirt with the first few buttons open, revealing the beginning of the tattoos that crawled up his neck. His jaw was so tight that you could feel the muscle's tension from across the room. His dark eyes, completely fixed and charged with a cold, possessive fury, were pinned directly on Soobin's hand, which was still resting on your bare skin.

Far from looking away when you caught him, Jungkook held your gaze. He slowly dragged his eyes up from your cleavage to your lips, and then locked them onto yours again with a wild intensity that made you swallow hard. There wasn't a hint of your boyfriend's usual sweetness on his face; his gaze promised explicit punishment, a warning that you were playing with fire. The contrast between the casual conversation you were having with your friend and Jungkook's quiet possessiveness across the room immediately quickened your pulse.

"Are you listening to me, Y/N?" Soobin asked, noticing your distraction as he gently ran his fingers down your arm to get your attention.

"Yes, of course," you lied, feeling your pussy suddenly wet at the thought of what Jungkook was thinking at that moment. You forced yourself to look at him again out of the corner of your eye. Jungkook had just set his glass of whiskey on the bar with a thud. You watched as he deliberately unbuttoned another button of his shirt without taking his dark eyes off you, as if warning you that his patience was completely gone.

You took a step closer to Soobin, seeking to tease Jungkook a little more, brushing your shoulder against his chest as you gave him another bright smile. "I just got distracted by the music. Were you telling me what happened to the producer the other day?"

Soobin kept talking animatedly about the new concept for his upcoming album, gesturing with his hands and smiling at you with that blind trust he had in you. You tried to focus on his words, nodded, and let out a soft laugh at the right moments, but the reality was that your mind was elsewhere. You felt the skin on your back tingling and hot, as if the air in the VIP club had suddenly become dense.

You looked over Soobin's shoulder to search for the dark corner of the bar again, but you froze when you realized that Jungkook was no longer there. Your glass was halfway to your lips. Panic mixed with an intense rush of adrenaline hit your chest. You quickly looked around the crowd of celebrities and purple neon lights, searching for his tall figure and black shirt.

Then you found him.

Jungkook had moved toward the VIP lounge area, right in your direct line of sight, just a few meters from where you were standing with Soobin. He had sat down on a black leather couch under a red neon light that cast dangerous shadows over the sharp features of his face. He rested his arms wide across the back of the sofa, stretching his body with a dangerously masculine laziness, and spread his legs wide in a completely dominant manner.

He stared at you with his dark eyes the exact second you discovered him. He didn't blink. He did not disguise it. He held your gaze with such wild fixity that you felt a sudden, wet spasm between your legs, soaking the lace of your underwear beneath the tight dress.

You shifted the weight of your body from one foot to the other, trying to maintain your composure in front of Soobin, but Jungkook noticed your nervousness and a sly smile, almost imperceptible and full of smugness, tugged at the corner of his mouth. He knew perfectly well what he was provoking in you.

Slowly and deliberately, Jungkook lowered his gaze to your cleavage, running his eyes over the black fabric that squeezed your breasts. Then, he widened his legs even more on the couch. You watched as he lowered one of his tattooed hands toward his crotch, adjusting himself in front of your eyes with total shamelessness, revealing the thick and rigid bulk that already marked the fabric. He had a completely hard cock just from watching you interact with another man, and he was showing it to you as a direct challenge.

You clenched your fingers around your champagne glass so tightly that your knuckles turned white. Your lungs starved for air. You watched as Jungkook, without taking his hungry eyes off yours, ran the tip of his tongue over his lower lip, slowly moistening it, promising you with that single gesture everything he was going to do to you with his mouth as soon as he had you alone.

"Y/N, are you really okay? You look a little pale," Soobin's voice brought you back to reality, breaking the invisible thread that linked you to Jungkook for a second. Soobin took another step toward you, worried, and placed a hand on your arm to comfort you.

That simple physical touch was the final trigger. From the couch, you watched as Jungkook's expression instantly transformed. The amusement disappeared from his face, replaced by a shadow of pure possessiveness and jealous rage. His eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened again in a brutal way. He held your gaze one last time, slowly nodding his head toward the hallway that led to the VIP restrooms. It was not a suggestion; it was a direct, icy order. If you didn't move right then and there, he was going to get up and force you out of there in front of everyone.

Your legs trembled under the tight black dress, feeling your pussy drip from the sheer anticipation of the punishment that awaited you. You set your glass down on a high table with clumsy hands and looked at your friend, forcing the most natural smile you could manage.

"Yes, Soobin, I'm fine. It's just so hot in here," you said, your voice a little higher than normal from the lack of air. "I'm going to run to the bathroom for a second to refresh my face and touch up my lipstick, okay? I won't be long."

"Sure, go ahead. I'll wait for you here," Soobin replied with a friendly smile, totally oblivious to the silent war that had just taken place behind his back.

You turned around, feeling Jungkook's eyes burning into your backside as you walked. You crossed the VIP lounge at a hurried pace, your heart pounding against your ribs with a physical, excruciating need to feel his hands on you. You stepped into the dark hallway of the restrooms, pushing open the door to the private marble cubicle with the absolute certainty that it wouldn't take him a minute to slip in behind you.

You entered the private bathroom and immediately leaned your back against the heavy wooden door, releasing the air you had been holding in your lungs. The silence of the place, broken only by the muffled hum of the bass from the music outside, hit you suddenly. You looked at yourself in the great black marble mirror; your cheeks were on fire and your breathing was so altered that the neckline of your black dress rose and fell erratically. You ran your hands down your thighs, trying to smooth out the clinging fabric, but before you could take a step toward the sink, you heard the sound of the doorknob turning behind you.

You instinctively stepped aside as the door opened and Jungkook came in like a whirlwind, slamming it behind him. The latch turned with a sharp, definitive click that echoed off the tiled walls.

You didn't have time to speak. Jungkook stepped forward, his face hardened by icy fury, and firmly grabbed your arms to smash your back against the cold marble wall. You gasped from the impact, but the contrast of the stone's cold against your bare skin only served to make your pussy even wetter, already dripping under your underwear. Jungkook crowded you, overpowering you with his massive body, forcing you to feel the stiffness of his erect cock pressing hard against your belly through the fabric of your dress.

"What the fuck did you think you were doing out there, Y/N?" Jungkook hissed, his voice so hoarse and low that it vibrated right in your chest. His dark eyes, completely dilated with rage and desire, swept over your face before locking onto your lips. His tattooed hands gripped your arms with a possessive force that made it clear you had no escape. "Did you enjoy watching him touch you? Do you like being looked at that way in front of everyone?"

You frowned, feeling anger and frustration mix with the intense excitement that had him so out of control. You tried to push against his chest, but it was like trying to move a rock; his muscles were completely tense beneath his black silk shirt.

"Jungkook, enough! I've explained it to you a thousand times, damn it," you exclaimed in an angry whisper, trying to keep your voice low in case someone passed through the hallway. "Soobin is my friend. I've known him for years, long before you and I started dating. We weren't doing anything wrong, we were just talking about his damn album."

"I don't give a flying fuck about his album, and I don't give a rat's ass about how long you've known him," he interrupted, closing the remaining distance to brush against your lips roughly. He didn't fully kiss you, torturing you with his agonizing proximity. His whiskey-laced breath flooded your senses. "I saw the way you laughed. I saw how he touched your shoulder and how he stroked your arm. I know exactly how he looked at you, Y/N. That guy wants to fuck you just as bad as I do, and you just stand there, smiling at him in a dress that clings to every single damn curve."

"He's my friend, Jungkook! He doesn't look at me like that; you're the one being completely paranoid," you shot back, throwing your head back as his mouth dropped down to your neck. You gasped for air the moment his clenched jaw grazed your sensitive skin. "You always do the exact same thing whenever he's around. I'm not going to stop talking to him just because you can't control your damn jealousy."

Jungkook let out a guttural growl, a possessive sound that ran down your spine like an electric shock. One of his hands released your arm to climb straight up to your neck, wrapping his long fingers around your throat loosely—just enough to force you to tilt your head back and look straight at him, catching your eyes with an icy fixity.

"Jealousy? Of course I'm jealous, dammit. It drives me crazy that anyone thinks they have a chance with you," he confessed through gritted teeth, his ragged breath hitting your face. His eyes went down again to your cleavage, where your breasts rose and fell heavily from the argument. "You're mine, Y/N. No one else's. And it makes me sick to have to sit on a damn couch watching other men lick their lips while staring at your body through that fabric. I'm not going to share you with anyone, is that clear?"

"I'm not an object, Jungkook. You don't have to share me because I'm your girlfriend," you replied, your voice cracking because the pressure of his hand on your neck and the hardness of his cock brushing against your core were clouding your judgment. Your pussy was pounding in an excruciating way, soaking your lace completely, wishing he would just stop talking and rip your underwear off at once. "You can't expect me to hide in a corner every time we go out."

Jungkook barely softened his grip on your neck, but only to slide his fingers toward the back of your head, tangling them tightly in your hair to pull you back. His gaze became purely hungry, losing what little patience he had left.

"I don't want you to hide," he whispered, brushing his nose against yours, letting his lips graze yours with wild urgency. "I want everyone to know that the only one who spreads your legs at night is me. And right now, you're going to apologize to me for making me wait so long while you were having fun with him."

You didn't have time to respond to his demand. Jungkook shortened the remaining distance and crashed his lips onto yours in a wild, wet, fury-laden kiss that made your knees tremble. You closed your eyes tightly, clinging to his broad shoulders as he devoured you without a hint of patience, thrusting his tongue into your mouth to claim your space, savoring the champagne you'd drunk and forcing you to follow a frenetic pace that took your breath away in seconds.

With a jerky motion, Jungkook pulled your hair back with the hand on the nape of your neck, forcing you to arch your back and completely expose your throat. You let out a muffled moan against his lips that he swallowed smugly. He lowered his kisses down your jaw, leaving a trail of hot saliva that cooled suddenly with the air from the bathroom, until he stopped right in the curve of your neck, where your pulse beat wildly.

"You're going to learn to respect me, Y/N," he growled against your skin, and before you could process his words, he dug his teeth hard into the sensitive tissue of your shoulder.

You felt a sharp prick of pain that made you let out a gasp, digging your nails into the fabric of his black shirt. The pressure of his teeth was maintained for an eternal second, barely tearing the surface layer of skin until a warm thread sprouted from the small wound. When he pulled away, a perfect drop of blood ran down your collarbone. Jungkook looked at you with completely dark eyes, dilated by adrenaline, and a wicked smile appeared on his face. He lowered his head slowly and ran the tip of his tongue over the wound, licking the trickle of blood with an almost animalistic pleasure, tasting you as if you were his property.

"Mine," he repeated hoarsely, dragging the word against your ear as he left you trembling from sensory overload.

His hands wasted no more time. They went straight down the sides of your body, burning through the fabric of the clinging black dress until they reached the hem. With a dry, violent tug, Jungkook pulled the fabric up to your waist, leaving your bare legs exposed to the cold air of the marble bathroom. He forced you to spread your legs by pinning one of his knees between your thighs, forcibly separating them to gain space.

Your fingers clung to the edge of the sink when you saw his tattooed hand go straight down into your underwear. He hooked the lace impatiently and tossed it aside unceremoniously, leaving your core completely exposed. The first contact of his long fingers against your clitoris—which was already ridiculously soaked, hot, and throbbing with the lingering heat of the argument—made you let out a high gasp.

"Just look at you... you're dripping for me, damn it," Jungkook hissed, looking down, fascinated by the wetness covering your labia. "You were all smiles for that asshole, but it's because of my cock that you're so fucking open and wet."

He rubbed his thumb with direct force over your clitoris in quick, heavy circles that made you instinctively arch your hips toward his hand, reaching for more. Just as you were about to beg him not to stop, Jungkook curled two of his fingers and slipped them into your pussy, sinking them all the way down without a shred of mercy.

"Jungkook!" you shouted, burying your face in his neck as your vaginal walls contracted violently around his fingers, trapping them in your own heat.

He did not stop; he began to pump inside you with a fast, hard, and steady rhythm, matching it with his thumb, which continued to pound your clitoris relentlessly. The wet, dirty sound of his fingers going in and out of your soaking wet pussy began to echo off the walls of the VIP bathroom, mingling with your desperate gasps. You moved uncontrollably against his hand, losing your mind from the sharp pleasure that his punishment was causing you.

"You're going to cum for me right now, Y/N. I want to see how you come on my fingers before I bury my cock inside you," he ordered in your ear, increasing the speed of the pumping, driving his fingers deeper and deeper, looking for that exact spot inside you that made you lose consciousness.

The friction was so intense that you felt like you were burning inside. Your eyes filled with tears of pure pleasure and your vision began to blur. You felt the first wave of orgasm build up in the pit of your stomach, expanding into your thighs, which wouldn't stop shaking.

"I'm cumming, Jungkook... I'm going to cum," you groaned desperately, throwing your head back, pressing your buttocks against the marble wall.

"Do it, damn it. Soak my fingers," he demanded, pushing harder.

The orgasm struck you like lightning. You let out a gasp that was instantly muffled when Jungkook covered your mouth with his free hand, forcing you to swallow the sound while your pussy suffered brutal spasms, squeezing his fingers violently as you expelled jets of hot fluid that soaked his hand and wrist completely. You stood suspended in the air, panting against his palm, your body limp and completely defeated by the climax.

Jungkook didn't give you a single second to get used to the impressive length that filled you completely. Without pulling out, he yanked your hips back violently and rammed into you again with a sharp blow, causing your buttocks to slam against his pelvis with a wet, loud smack that echoed off the walls of the bathroom. You let out a high-pitched scream that was cut short when he started fucking you at a frenetic, hard, and ruthless pace, sinking into your pussy with an animal force that made you stagger against the marble sink.

"Shit, Y/N... you're so fucking tight," Jungkook gasped against your ear, his voice broken with pleasure, alternating his thrusts with a speed that was making you lose consciousness. "I swear it blows my mind how perfectly you fit me, fuck. No other girl feels like you."

You stared into the mirror with your eyes completely blurred, watching your breasts shake under the black fabric of the dress with each of his wild thrusts. Jungkook was staring at you through the reflection, his eyes bloodshot, completely out of control. The pleasure of having his huge cock sliding in and out of you at that speed mixed with the delicious humiliation of his words, making your clit throb with unbearable force.

"But I'm still mad at you," he hissed suddenly, his tone shifting to a much colder one as he thrust so deep it made you arch your back to the absolute limit, tearing a heartbreaking moan from your throat. "It makes me want to break you right here for letting him touch you. I want you to feel every damn inch of my cock so it's clear to you who this pussy belongs to."

"Ah, Jungkook! More… Harder!" you begged with a broken voice, losing your mind, moving your hips back to meet his thrusts with the exact same violence.

"Shh... shut your damn mouth," he ordered immediately, lowering one of his tattooed hands to firmly clench your jaw, forcing you to look at him in the mirror while he delivered three thrusts in a row that made you see stars. "Don't make a sound. We're in the VIP area of the party. Anyone could push that door, break the latch, and walk right in."

The mention of the real danger sent an electric shock straight to your spine. Suddenly, a perverse and extremely hot fantasy settled in your mind, sending your pulse racing. You imagined the door opening. You imagined people in the industry—or worse, Soobin himself—walking down the hallway, calling your name, pushing the door open, and finding you exactly like this: completely helpless, with your black dress pulled up to your waist, your hips flushed red from Jungkook's brutal pace, and his huge cock driving in and out of your soaked pussy, making you squirt right in front of him.

The mere thought of Soobin seeing you being torn apart by Jungkook's pleasure, moaning like a whore for him, turned you on in a destructive way. Your pussy twitched in a spasm so violent that Jungkook let out a wild growl, feeling your vaginal walls almost strangle his member.

"Fuck, Y/N... how you squeeze... does it excite you that they can see us?" he asked with a wicked smile on his lips, instantly capturing your reaction. His words became even dirtier, brushing your ear with his wet lips. "Think of your little friend Soobin outside, waiting for you. Imagine if he walked in right now and saw you with your legs wide open, devouring my entire cock while I fill you with my cum. Would you like him to see us fuck? Would you like him to see how I leave your pussy dripping with my cum?"

The morbidity completely overwhelmed you. You let out a loud, undone groan, unable to contain the tremendous wave of excitement that flooded you. Realizing how loud you had been, you immediately clapped both hands over your mouth, pressing your fingers against your lips to drown out your next screams.

Jungkook had no mercy; he took advantage of the fact that you were completely disarmed and overexcited to grab your hips tighter. Leaning a little more over the marble, he began to fuck you from behind with an even rougher rhythm, pounding you mercilessly while you could only emit muffled noises and sobs of pure pleasure behind your hands.

You were completely lost, your hands pressed against your own lips to hold back the screams as Jungkook continued to charge at you from behind with a brutal cadence. Your buttocks were burning from the friction and your pussy was pounding so intensely that you felt like you were going to explode at any moment. The wet smack of each thrust resounded loudly in the black marble bathroom.

Suddenly, three sharp, firm knocks on the wood of the door cut through the air.

You froze completely, opening your eyes wide in the reflection of the mirror. Jungkook also stopped instantly, leaving his huge cock buried to the hilt inside you, staying completely motionless. The silence that settled in the cubicle was suffocating, broken only by his agitated breaths and the sound of your chests colliding.

"Y/N? Are you in there?" Soobin's voice came from the other side, strangely clear and close. "You've been in there for a long time. Since you didn't answer my messages, I got a little worried. Is everything okay?"

Absolute panic ran down your spine. You looked at Jungkook in the mirror, imploring him with your gaze to be silent. But a wicked smile, charged with a hot, dark malice, appeared on your boyfriend's face. Jungkook not only didn't stay still, but he began to move his hips again in an extremely slow way, burying himself and coming out of your pussy millimeter by millimeter, making him brush against your swollen clit in such a precise way that you had to bite your lower lip to keep from shouting his name.

"Answer him, baby," Jungkook whispered in your ear, his voice barely a breath, brushing his nose against your sweaty, wet cheek. "Tell your little friend that you're perfectly fine. But watch your tone, because if you moan, I'm going to push hard."

Your hands gripped the edge of the sink so tightly that your knuckles ached. The slow rubbing of his member against your soaked vaginal walls was delicious torture. You swallowed hard, trying to stabilize your breath before opening your mouth.

"Yes... Soobin, I'm here," you managed to say, horrified by how shaky your own voice sounded. You paused for a second as Jungkook pushed a little deeper, causing you to close your eyes from sensory overload. "I'm fine... it's just... my dress got ruined and I'm trying to fix it."

"Ah, I understand," Soobin replied from the hallway, his voice denoting total innocence. He didn't have the slightest idea that you were leaning over the marble with your black dress pulled up to your waist, completely sealed around Jungkook's hard cock. "Do you want me to wait for you out here, or should I go back to the VIP bar?"

Jungkook's smile widened upon hearing his friend's question. To test your endurance, he thrust a little faster—not hard enough to make noise with the impact of your bodies, but deep enough to make you gasp. A high-pitched moan almost escaped your throat, but you bit your tongue just in time, transforming the sound into a heavy sigh.

"No, Soobin... go back to the bar," you replied quickly, the air missing from your lungs as you felt the hot fluids slipping down your thighs from Jungkook's movements. "I... I'm going to take a little longer. I'll catch you there in a few minutes."

"Okay. Don't be long. I'll save your spot," Soobin finally said, and within seconds, you heard the subtle sound of his footsteps fading away down the club's hallway.

As soon as silence reigned again, you dropped your head forward, resting your forehead against the cold mirror, completely exhausted by the psychological toll of almost being caught. Jungkook let out a hoarse sigh and grabbed you firmly by the chin, forcing you to lift your head so you would look at your reflection next to his. His dark eyes shone with a mixture of possessive pride and unbridled desire. He planted a wet kiss on your cheek, right where your tears of pleasure mixed with sweat.

"Damn, Y/N... you're a work of art," he praised you in a broken voice, completely fascinated by your submission. He gently stroked your hip before tensing the muscles in his legs once more. "You behaved so well. Talking to him with my cock deep in your pussy... You're going to drive me crazy. You're the hottest, most perfect girl in this damn world."

The pace became completely relentless. Freed from the paranoia of Soobin listening, Jungkook gave himself entirely to instinct, ramming into you with an overwhelming force that made you hit the marble sink again and again. The sound of his thrusts, the friction of his tattoos against your back, and the suffocating heat of the bathroom dragged you to the edge of the abyss. You felt the climax building with savage violence in your belly, making you lose all track of time and space.

"Jungkook... I'm going to cum, it's coming, fuck," you moaned, throwing your head back, seeking his lips in a desperate, tangled kiss.

"Take it all for me, baby. Receive it all," he gasped, delivering three brutal thrusts that made you see stars.

The orgasm hit you with the force of a tidal wave. Your pussy twitched in violent, painfully delicious spasms, squeezing his cock with brutal force, imprisoning him in your own heat. Jungkook let out a completely animalistic growl as he felt your vaginal walls strangling him; the stimulation was too much for his own control. He delivered two final, blind thrusts, burying himself deep inside you, and came with a series of powerful jerks, filling you with jets of thick, hot cum that you felt expanding all over your core.

They stood like that for a whole minute, united, your chests rising and falling heavily, listening only to the echo of their ragged breaths in the bathroom.

Little by little, the adrenaline of jealousy and fury began to dissipate, giving way to that warmth so characteristic of Jungkook. He pulled out of you slowly, letting out a soft sigh, and immediately grabbed you by the waist to turn you around with extreme delicacy—the exact opposite of his roughness from just a few minutes ago.

He gently leaned you against the sink, supporting your weight because your legs were still shaking like jelly. You looked at his face; the hardness of his features had completely vanished. His dark eyes gazed at you with a devotion and tenderness that melted your chest. Jungkook looked down at your shoulder, where the small mark of his bite still glowed with a trail of dried blood. Extremely gently, he cradled your face with his tattooed hands and pressed his forehead against yours.

"Baby... are you okay?" he asked in an extremely low voice, hoarse but loaded with genuine concern. He stroked your cheek with his thumb, wiping a strand of wet hair from your forehead. "Did I hurt you? Tell me if I was too rough or if I made you feel bad because of what I said... Fuck, I went crazy with jealousy, but I would never want to hurt you."

You smiled weakly, your heart pounding, but this time out of pure love. You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I'm fine, Kook. I'm perfectly fine. I loved it."

Jungkook heaved a sigh of relief that seemed to come from his very soul. He lowered his head and began to pepper your face with soft, slow kisses; he kissed your eyelids, the tip of your nose, and then moved down to your shoulder, leaving a warm, prolonged kiss right next to the wound—silently apologizing through your skin. His hands slid down to your hips, giving you slow, comforting caresses that made your skin crawl in the most beautiful way.

"I love you," he whispered against your neck, pressing you a little tighter against his body as if he wanted to make sure you were real. "I love you so much I'm afraid I'll go crazy over you, Y/N. You're the only thing I care about."

"I love you too, Kook," you replied, hiding your face against his chest, inhaling his expensive cologne mixed with the scent of sex. "Much more than you can imagine."

They stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a few more moments, enjoying the peace after the storm. However, the reminder that you were still in the bathroom of a VIP club rushed back into your mind. You felt the warm moisture of his cum slowly sliding down the inside of your thighs, reminding you of exactly what had just happened.

You pulled away from him slightly, reaching for the paper towel dispenser. "Well, I have to clean up a bit and fix my dress before Soobin starts to really get suspicious out there."

But before you could tear off the paper, Jungkook's tattooed hand landed over yours, stopping you firmly. You looked at him, confused, but saw that the wicked, possessive spark had rekindled in the depths of his dark eyes. A sly smile tugged at his lips.

"You're not going to clean up, baby," he said in a voice that turned dangerously sexy again, pulling your hand away from the dispenser.

"What? Jungkook, it's leaking, it's going to stain my dress," you protested, feeling your core clench suddenly at the implication of his words.

"I don't give a shit about the dress," he said, pulling down the black fabric to adjust it over your hips, covering you up again but leaving all his cum trapped inside you. He smoothed your dress possessively, patting your buttock gently. "You're going to walk out just like this. I want you to walk around the club, talk to your little friend, and say goodbye to him feeling my hot cum run down your legs with every step you take. I want you to remember who filled your pussy every time you look at his face. We're going home right now, but you're leaving exactly like that."

You sighed.

It took you a couple of minutes to compose yourself in front of the mirror. You touched up your lipstick with slightly shaky hands, adjusted your hair to try to hide the mark of his bite, and smoothed the fabric of your black dress. As you took your first step toward the door, you felt a warm, thick thread slowly slide down your inner thigh. Your core clenched hard. It was a deeply intimate, overwhelming sensation; you were walking through a public venue completely filled with him.

You left the bathroom alone, just as Jungkook had planned so as not to arouse suspicion, leaving him inside for a couple more minutes. You crossed the corridor and entered the bustle of the VIP area again. With each step you took, the movement of your legs caused Jungkook's cum to slide a little more, soaking your underwear and making you feel a constant electricity between your thighs.

You walked to the bar and found Soobin in the same spot, holding his glass and looking down at the dance floor. When he saw you arrive, his face lit up with a friendly smile, totally oblivious to the perversion you had hidden under your dress.

"You're finally back, Y/N! I was already getting worried," Soobin told you, taking a step toward you. He looked at you intently for a second, squinting. "Wow, you look... a little different. Your cheeks are very red. Are you sure you're okay?"

You squeezed your legs instinctively, feeling the hot flow build up in your core for fear that he would notice it. You forced the most natural smile possible.

"Yes, Soobin, I'm fine, don't worry," you replied, trying not to let your voice tremble. "But actually, I came to say goodbye. I have to go now."

Soobin opened his eyes wide, clearly surprised and disappointed. "What? Why are you leaving so early? The party is just getting started, they still need to bring out the best DJs, and we wanted to talk to the producer, remember? Stay a while longer, please."

The morbidity of listening to his pleas while you felt the semen of the love of your life dripping down your skin turned you on in a destructive way. You looked Soobin in the eye, knowing that if he knew what had just happened to your body five minutes ago in the marble bathroom, he would be completely floored.

"I'm really sorry, Soobin, I'd love to stay," you lied in a hurry, settling your bag on your shoulder. "My head started to hurt a lot because of the noise, and the truth is that I don't feel very well. Tomorrow I'll text you and we can talk about the album calmly, yeah? Enjoy the party."

"Well, if you feel bad, I'm not going to force you," Soobin relented with a resigned sigh, but gave you one last affectionate smile. "Take care of yourself, baby. Let me know when you get home."

"Yeah, I'll let you know. Bye," you said, turning around quickly before your body betrayed you.

Walking to the exit of the club was delicious torture. You crossed the VIP dance floor, feeling how the thick cum finished staining the lace of your underwear, threatening to seep into the fabric of the black dress with each stride. You stepped out of the venue into the cold night of the city, where a line of luxury cars waited by the sidewalk.

A few meters away, you immediately recognized Jungkook's imposing black car. You approached at a brisk pace, and just as you reached the driver's side door, the tinted glass rolled down slowly and deliberately.

Jungkook was leaning back against the leather seat, now without his jacket and with the sleeves of his black silk shirt rolled up, showcasing his tattooed arms. He looked you up and down with a sly smile, charged with a supremely sexy self-sufficiency. His dark eyes flashed with pure possessive amusement at the sight of your slightly tormented face.

You leaned against the window frame, tilting a bit toward him, and looked at him with a defiant, flirtatious gleam in your eyes.

"What are you laughing at?" you asked him in an amused whisper, though your breathing was still a little shallow. "Let me tell you one thing, Jungkook... If I get into your precious car right now, I'm going to smear your leather seats with your own cum. It's driving me crazy how much it's running down my legs because of you."

Jungkook let out a low, hoarse laugh—an incredibly hot sound that vibrated right in your belly. Far from worrying, his gaze became even darker and hungrier. He stretched his hand out the window, gripping the back of your neck firmly to force you to lean a little further into the car, pressing his lips to your ear.

"I don't give a flying fuck about the car, baby," he whispered in a dark, husky voice that soaked you completely. "Get in right now. If you stain the leather, you're wiping it off later with your own tongue. Move, I'm finishing the job at home."

You let out a soft giggle, feeling a delicious chill run down your spine and a rush of adrenaline that quickened your pulse at the promise of his punishment. You let Jungkook steal a quick kiss from your lips before he released the back of your neck, and you walked around to the passenger side. The blast of the heater greeted you instantly, along with that characteristic scent of leather and his expensive cologne.

You adjusted your black dress carefully, although at that point you didn't care if it got stained or not; having his mark running down your legs made you feel completely claimed. Jungkook started the car, slowly pulling away from the club's curb to merge into the illuminated city streets.

Keeping one hand steady on the steering wheel, Jungkook stretched out the other and placed it on your thigh, squeezing the fabric of your dress gently. Looking at him out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his lips pull into an adorable little pout, his eyes fixed on the road but wearing that little boy expression he got when he was still feeling a bit sulky.

"Still, I think you spent way too much time smiling at him," he muttered in a tone that was meant to be serious, but completely betrayed how much he wanted your affection. "I didn't like seeing him so close to you at all."

It brought you so much warmth to see him acting like a tender, jealous boy that you unfastened your seat belt for a moment to lean toward him. You rested against his broad shoulder and began to pepper his right cheek with kisses, climbing up to his cheekbone and then down to the corner of his mouth, interrupting his complaints with loud, wet kisses.

"I already told you that I only love you, my handsome jealous boy," you whispered between kisses, caressing the back of his neck with one hand while he tried to suppress a satisfied smile at your undivided attention.

"Okay, I get it," Jungkook protested with a low chuckle, though he tightened his grip on your thigh, tugging up the hem a bit to trace your skin with his tattooed fingers as he drove the rest of the way home.

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A/N: Wow, I am absolutely speechless… we officially hit 1,000 likes on my first story, and I’m literally crying! 😭 Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for the incredible love and support, you made me the happiest person ever. Here is officially my second OS! 🙈 I’m still super nervous, but I truly hope you guys enjoy this one too. Any thoughts or feedback are more than welcome! ❤️

[jjeok97]

JEALOUS, AREN'T YOU?

oneshot ˙⋆✮

paring : student jungkook x reader

word count : 1.5k

genre : school romance, jealous jungkook

warning : smut,breastplay,blowjob, jealousy,hunger, fingering.

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You just woke up from a nap that you took while all your friends were talking about random stuff.

You opened your phone and started scrolling beacuse you are definitely not in a mood to be a part of those talks.

Why is your mood ruined?

The reason is playing basketball over there as if nothing happened.

Your boyfriend.

Jeon Jungkook.

The basketball captain.

The leader of the music club.

A Model.

Phew , why did i address all these roles of him?Rather than saying "BOYFRIEND"

Because all these things keep him busy.Pretty busy that he forgot about your date yesterday.

Flashback

You started walking towards the park which was your meeting point.

You reached that park after 15 minutes of walk from your home,the weather was perfect , chilly ,but warm which you thought would be perfect for a pottery date.

You wore simple grey hoodie,with denim shorts paired witha tote bag, a cute tote bag that Jungkook has gifted me.It was 4:30 in the evening when I reached the park,time has passed and now it's 5:30 ,i called him..but no answer.I stood up and walked home,I'm done,it's the 3rd time in this month, he might be busy singing with his new teammate "Somi".

She joined the club recently and the project she bought up was pretty useful for club or whatever Jungkook told me.

I was jealous.

Jealous of her being close with him

.I trust him,ik he's not even interested in look at her with anyoyher intent.

But i couldn't help.

At 7 he called me,i didn't answer.My phone buzzed and then buzzed again,it kept buzzing but i didn't even look at it.About 10 mins later , i heard someone calling my name,it took merely a second for me to realise it's Jungkook.

You walked to the window,from which you have a clear view of the road where he was standing he was looking at you with pleading eyes,and was about scream something, probably sorry.But before that ,you shut the window.I know,I'm being too much,but i don't care I'm angry.

Back to present

He came to me in the morning and was apologising to me but i ignored him.He went to basketball and that pissed me off.

I came out of these thoughts when yeounjun called me"Y/n"..he called me.I looked at him

He's the new transferred student, the day he came to the class , Jungkook wasn't present,so the seat beside me was empty so the teacher made him sit beside me, telling him to adjust with jungkook later.

I couldn't object it beacuse our relationship isn't public,i don't want attention,almost all the females in this University have a crush on him.

The next day Jungkook saw him sitting there and was about get his rude side out ,while I told yeounjun he's present today and find another seat.He did nothing but Jungkook doesn't like him.Just as same as I don't like somi.

"Can you please help me with this part of the lesson"?

I couldn't bring myself to understand it and you are good at this subject...so..?

Just then , as if god was on my side , Jungkook entered the room , a bit of tiredness on his from playing football while his uniform was slightly undone,but he looked hot,as always.

YES!! YESS!! I screamed internally, thinking of taking taking the advantage of this situation.To make him jealous.

I said yes to yeounjun.

"Oh,thanks y/n" he said ,this part is what i didn't -I cut him off .."let's go to library,I can't explain over here,we need place that's more calmer than this".

Yeounjun nodded.

I looked at Jungkook,he was staring right at me ,with anger in his eyes,while gritting his teeth.Yeounjun packed and we left,while i didn't break the eye contact with him till I left the class.

I was walking 2 steps behind yeounjun,until..a muscular hand pulled me into a room.who else could it be.. other than My Jealousy Bunny.

He locked the door shut not caring about anyone who's outside.He pinned on hand against the wall that was right near my face, while he pulled me closer with his hand on my waist.

We looked into eachothers eyes for 30 seconds before he pressed his lips on mine.He was hungry,so am I, i kisses him back with the same passion,when he started moving his lips from my lips to my cheek then to my neck and started biting,while I was moaning hard at his teeth gritting my skin.

He slowly moved his hands towards my shirt and started unbuttoning it and threw the shirt onto the floor ,he pulled the brastrap into the air and launched it onto my skin again.

"Ahh.." I moaned hard when that strap touched my skin ,he continued to do that fewmore times before removed my bra and started pressing my left boob whilst giving hickeys on my neck.I was clutching her hair,while pressing my legs down there because I was dripping, it's insane,theqay he drives me crazy and makes me wet just with kisses and touch is absolutely INSANE.

I took my hands towards his shirt ,try to unbutton to which he volunteered himself and removed it, revealing his toned abe ,and the tattoo on his chest "y/n" , my name ,it made him more heart,what's more hotter than having your name tattooed on your man's chest.

I was running my hands on his hard chest while his mouth took over my boob,his hot tounge circling my nipple,I was moaning to the feeling of that wet mouth on my chest , he massaged anotheboon while sucking one.,pinching the nipple.He bit my nipple,which made my back arch.."Fuck..ahh-ahh...koo - kook..His forehead covered with sweat he look at me , kissed me again.

I shifted my hands to his pants, unbuckled the belt and slid his pants down,we pulled out of the kiss,i kneeled down infront of him ,while i saw the view infront of me,he was hard as fuck I see it through the boxers,I pulled then down,The big veiny cock, the tip was shining with precum ,my mouth was watering just by looking at it , u shoved it into a mouth while I heard me leaving a moan,he put his hands on my mouth while I was devouring his dick with utmost devotion,he clutched my hair and was moaning so good,while i was taking it in locking my eyes with his."I'm close"...he said.

I took it deeper into my mouth giving him answer,and soon "his warmth filled my mouth"..I swallowd it like a hungry animal who was starving for days.Small drops of the semem ,was still on the end of my lips while he made stand and pinned me to the wall again,he kissed me, tasting himself from me.

His hands travelled to my skirt,he took second to remove it while he rubbed my pussy,while the panties are still on."So wet for me huh?"He said and slid the panty to side with his fingers ,and places his fingers on my clit,and started rubbing it, i almost cried when I felt his touch,my hands clutched his hair stronger.

He slid his 2 finger directly into my pussy and started to move it back and forth while was trying to catch my breath,he kissed me hard while countined to work with his fingers.He pulled those fingers from my pussy and lips from my mouth at the same time ,and bought his fingers to his mouth and licked em while holding the eye contact with me."Hot mess"..he said and pulled me closer and made my legs wrap around his waist and walked over to the desk,he placed on the desk and and kneeled down while pulling my panties,he looked at the wet , hungry pussy and gave a slap on my pussy directly that got me moaning so hard while i arched back.He started kissing my inner thighs while he slowly reached to my clit he opened it with his hands to get a clear view of what he did to me and his tounge landed on my wet pussy and started to lick my pussy like a hungry tiger.I was struggling with my breath, crying at how good he's making me feel while i pushed his closer to mine.He was finally done with devouring my pussy

.When he stood up and pressed our forehead together."I can't stand a man next to you""I just can't..if there any man who can be beside you""It's me , only me"...

I chuckled, "Jealous, Aren't you"?

A/n: should I continue this with a bonus chapter??

[pickyour-poison]

GHOST FACE | JEON JUNGKOOK

Pairing : idol bf jungkook x gf reader

Summary: All you wanted was to try a Ghostface trend but forgot that Jeon Jungkook never does anything halfway.

Word count : 3k ( almost ig)

warnings: :This is a consensual roleplay story with themes, chase & hide kink, mask kink and pretend predator/prey dynamics, scary & eerie Jungkook, mean & menacing dirty talk, heavy degradation, rough sex on the floor, choking, spitting, creampie, messy oral (face-fucking), squirting and morally questionable dirty talk during the scene. Reader is extremely into it trust me and nothing is without consent, later bombarded you guys with soft aftercare, fluff and loving Jungkook

A/N : Don't. Just don't come at me asking about my sense of morality because I'm done. I'm counting my days at this point. Inspo 🙀

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You were sprawled across the bed..facing your husband's feet and hugging one of his legs while mindlessly scrolling through TikTok. Yet another video popped up of girls screaming and running around while their men chased them wearing nothing but a Ghostface mask.

To be honest...you'd been kind of intrigued by the trend ever since it started blowing up.

Lowering your phone..you glanced at your boyfriend. He was lying comfortably beside you one hand tucked behind his head and your leg draped across his torso while he scrolled through his own phone. Probably reblogging something or posting another Instagram story that would give army mini heart attacks.

"Gguk," you called...your eyes shining with mischief.  "Mmh?" he hummed without looking up..still scrolling.

You suddenly sat up..making him fumble and nearly drop his phone. "I have an idea."

"You couldn't be any less subtle about it, baby?" he laughed shaking his head..sitting up as well.

"Don't laugh first." You shoved your phone right in front of his face. He leaned back slightly before squinting at the screen..watching the video.

"We should try this trend, baby. Remember those Ghostface masks we bought last to last year for Halloween? I think We still have them."

"The Ghostface thing?" he asked, eyebrows knitting together as he replayed the clip.

You nodded eagerly."Yeah. You know... the mask... chasing and... well... you know."

You awkwardly gestured with your hands getting flustered...trying to explain.

A teasing smirk slowly spread across his face. "So... you're saying you want me to chase you then fuck you? "

You snatched your phone back almost instantly and smacked the back of his head. "Yah! Don't say it like that."

"...But yes."

Your cheeks were already warming.

The thing about Jungkook was that he was just as weird as you. He'd happily entertain almost any ridiculous idea if it sounded exciting enough..especially if it made you smile. That didn't mean he wasn't soft. If anything...it was one of the things you loved most about him. He could go from being an absolute menace to the gentlest person you'd ever known in a heartbeat.

He laughed and pulled you closer by the waist and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.."Yeah...its hot" he murmured with a grin. "I can see why people are into it. Let's do it."

You immediately slipped off the bed..standing there in nothing but one of his oversized T-shirts.

"Okay... when do we start?" you asked..folding your arms across your chest..pretending the idea itself wasn't already making you wet.

Jungkook stood up too..suddenly looking much more serious than before. "Go hide somewhere, baby," he said. "Give me a few minutes." His unexpectedly committed expression made you burst into laughter. "You're taking this way too seriously."

"You asked for the full experience." He raised his eyebrows as if slipping into the character right away.

Still giggling but now a little nervou....you opened the dresser drawer and grabbed the old Ghostface mask and tossed it toward him.

"Call my name when you're done?." You said while walking out of the room and he nodded while catching the mask effortlessly.

The door clicked shut behind you.

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You disappeared into the bathroom near the kitchen and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your heartbeat was already racing.

You checked the time on your phone, then shut it off. You fixed your hair and splashed cold water on your face and took a deep breath before stepping back into the hallway.

The apartment was quiet. Most lights were off and only the dim red light strips Jungkook had installed the ones he said looked better in his lives cast a low and eerie glow. Jungkook was nowhere to be seen.

You walked forward slowly. “Babe?” No answer.

The apartment felt unsettling quiet..making your throat go dry. As you looked around your phone suddenly rang...the sound making you jump.

"Unknown number"

You answered the call with shaky fingers. Only heavy breathing came through the other side, “Hello?” you said, still No answer, “Hello? Who’s this?” you tried again then his voice came through low and rough. “Shouldn’t have answered the call, dove.” He breathed heavily into the phone.

Your stomach flipped. “B-baby, what—?” You laughed, scared shitless. “What’s with the number??”

“Tsk tsk.”

“Who-who are you?” You played along catching his subtle warning.

“Have patience, darling. Maybe turn around and see me yourself?” He said it calmly and instantly disconnected the call. You spun arounsd but no one was there you're heart was pounding loudly by now abd then you turned back to your original position and there he was...standing near the balcony.

You shrieked. “God!”

You stumbled back a few steps. He was wearing nothing but his jeans...his toned abs on full display...hand tattoos glowing under the red lights and that Ghostface mask… it made you cunt throb because you're boyfriend looked so damn unreal.

“You’re so obedient, my love,” the masked man said...walking slowly toward you like he had all the time in the world. “Following my orders like a good fucking girl.”

“Who-how? Who are you?” you asked...fully committed to the act even though you were very terrified. “You should keep your windows locked, dove. Anyone could come inside.” He tsked, mocking you.

Before you could answer him he said, “Run…”

“Gguk, come on-” he cut you off mid sentence,“Run.” His voice was calm this time..a pause and he continued, “If I catch you… I kill you.” he started walking towards you with larger steps now.

You shrieked and bolted...your bare feet slapped against the wooden floor as you sprinted into the living room...almost slipping while dodging around the couch. Heavy footsteps came after you.

As if he already knew you weren’t getting away..

You didn’t dare look back. You could hear his breathing through the mask..slightly muffled but very real...another slow footstep..then another..yhen suddenly… nothing...his footsteps stopped.

You kept running anyway...ducking behind the kitchen counter. Your chest rose and fell hard. You strained to hear any sound but there was just Silence.

Only the soft sound refrigerator humming and your own frantic heartbeat could be heard. “…Babe?” you whispered...trying not to laugh at how scared you sounded.

No answer came so you peeked around the corner....it was empty.

So you got up and checked the guest room but it was also empty. The bathroom and the balcony was empty too so you called him out.

“Jungkook?”

The apartment suddenly felt much bigger than it actually was because every shadow looked wrong and every doorway felt like someone was standing just out of sight.

You slowly walked back into the hallway, hugging your own arms. “This isn’t funny anymore…”

You took another step. The floor creaked beneath your feet...You froze.

“…Baby?”

Silence....

“Okay… I give up.”

Just as you let out a nervous laugh and turned toward the bedroom......Someone was standing in the doorway...Perfectly still as if waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on you.

You didn’t even know how long he’d been there...but his head slowly tilted to one side and not a word he said but those hollow black eyes locked onto you.

A scream tore out of your throat and stumbled backward on instinct before turning to run again.

The moment you moved…He moved too..and this time his arm snapped around your waist strongly...yanking you back hard against his bare...burning-hot chest.

You shrieked so loudly that you were sure tomorrow someone will definitely make a complaint about it.

The cold mask pressed against the side of your neck and you felt his hot breath through the fabric as he growled low.

"Got you. "

His voice came out as a lowand distorted growl through the Ghostface mask and before you could even breathe...Jungkook spun you around and shoved you down onto the hardwood floor. Your knees hit first..then your palms...the cold wood made you gasp. He was on you instantly...heavy and terrifying. The mask hovered right behind your ear as he pinned your chest down with one hand between your shoulder blades...forcing your ass up.

“Too much?” he rasped, already yanking the oversized t-shirt up over your hips. “Tap my bicep twice and I’ll stop.” You nodded frantically against the floor.

He laughed darkly the sound sending chills down your spine...,“But that’s useless, isn’t it, dove?” He shoved two thick fingers into your soaked pussy without warning...curling them viciously. “I’m going to fuck you too dumb to even remember how to tap.”

You cried out..already drooling on the floor as he finger-fucked you hard and fast...the wet and obscene squelching sounds filling the room. He added a third finger...stretching you open while his thumb rubbed rough circles on your clit.

“Say it,” he growled..pumping faster. “Tell me why your windows were unlocked.”

You sobbed...hips jerking back against his hand..,“B-because… I wanted you to come in…”

“Louder, darling.” he cut you off... “I wanted you to creep in and ruin me!” you cried..tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Good girl.” He pulled his fingers out with a filthy wet sound and slapped your pussy once...making you jolt. Then he freed his thick and heavy cock and slammed into you in one brutal thrust

You screamed...nails scratching against the hardwood as he started pounding you mercilessly on the floor.

Every deep stroke made your tits drag against the wood...your cheek pressed to the cold surface while the Ghostface mask stayed locked in place above you.

“Does your boyfriend know?” he taunted...voice menacing through the mask as he railed you..,“Does he know his sweet little girlfriend is on the floor getting fucked stupid by a stranger’s cock?”

“N-no-ahh!” you sobbed...pleasure ripping through you so hard your vision blurred. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back...forcing you to arch deeper.

“Say it. Tell me what a filthy little dove you are.”

“I’m a filth-!” you wailed, drooling and crying as he destroyed your pussy. “I’m getting fucked stupid on someone else’s dick!”

“That’s right.” His hips snapped harder...the sound of skin slapping skin loud and wet...,“Making such a fucking mess on the floor like a desperate little dove. Look at you dripping everywhere baby.”

He suddenly pulled out...leaving you clenching around nothing.

You whined pathetically until he sat back against the bed frame and dragged you forward by the hair,“Open your mouth.”

The mask loomed over you as he pushed his cock past your lips and straight into your throat. You gagged hard...tears pouring down your face while he fucked your mouth with deep and controlled thrusts.

“Eyes up,” he ordered and you looked up at the terrifying white mask...choking and moaning around his thick length. Spit dripped down your chin onto your chest and the floor.

“Messy fucking girl,” he groaned...voice distorted. “Crying on my cock while your boyfriend is somewhere out there. Does he know you love being used like this?”

You shook your head weakly...sobbing around his cock. He pulled out suddenly...strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening length.

“Beg for it.” jungkook said, “Please… please fuck me,” you cried, voice hoarse and broken. “Please just ruin-me-”

He flipped you onto your back on the cold floor..spread your legs wide and slammed back inside your dripping cunt. The new angle made you scream...back arching as he pounded you mercilessly. His hand wrapped around your throat not squeezing hard...just holding you in place while the mask stared down at your tear-streaked and ruined face.

“Gonna cum all over a stranger’s cock, aren’t you?” he snarled. “Say it.”

“I’m gonna cum-I’m cumming-!” you sobbed...body convulsing violently as your orgasm crashed through you.

You squirted messily all over his cock and the floor...shaking and crying from the intensity.

Jungkook growled deep in his chest and buried himself into you deep...flooding your pussy with thick..hot cum. He stayed deep inside you..grinding slowly...letting you milk every last drop while you twitched and whimpered beneath him

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You lay trembling and ruined on the cold hardwood floor...thighs shaking..tears still slipping down your flushed cheeks. Your pussy throbbed and leaking a messy mix of both your releases onto the wood beneath you. You could barely think straight..mind fuzzy...body buzzing.

The Ghostface mask hovered above you for a few more seconds… then Jungkook finally reached up and pulled it off.

His face was flushed..hair messy and damp with sweat and eyes soft and full of love the moment they met yours. The terrifying ghost face was gone replacing with your boyfriend now.

“Baby…” he breathed, voice hoarse but incredibly gentle.

He tossed the mask aside and immediately gathered you into his arms...lifting you off the messy floor and onto the bed like you weighed nothing. He pulled you against his chest...wrapping you up completely in his warm and strong embrace. His skin was hot and slightly sticky...heart still racing under your cheek.

“You okay, my love?” he whispered..pressing soft kisses to your forehead...your wet cheeks and uour swollen lips. His fingers stroked slow...soothing circles up and down your spine. “Was it too much baby? Be honest..im sorry if it was.”

You shook your head weakly...still sniffling and trembling in his arms. “It was… so much. Scary… but so good. I loved it.”

He let out a relieved chuckle and held you tighter....one hand gently brushing your messy hair out of your face. “You were so perfect, baby. So fucking good for me.” He kissed the top of your head again and again...rocking you gently. “My strong, brave girl.”

You curled deeper into his chest....feeling safe and small in his arms after everything he’d just done to you. He reached down and gently wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, then kissed where they had been.

“I made such a mess on the floor,” you mumbled shylyand embarrassed now that the heat had faded.

Jungkook laughed softly...the sound warm and fond. “I’ll clean it later..don't think about it. ” He pulled the blanket over both of you and tucked you closer and his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your hip. “You were crying so pretty… taking everything I gave you like my perfect little dove.”

You blushed hard and hid your face in his neck. He smiled and kept kissing you...soft andbloving kisses everywhere he could reach.

After a few quiet minutes...he tilted your chin up so you could see his eyes.

“We should do this shit way more often,” he murmured...voice low and sincere. “Maybe next time I’ll chase you with the lights completely off… or tie you up first so you really can’t run.” He smirked...but his eyes stayed soft with a hint of mischief. “Only if you want to baby, of course.”

You shivered at the promise but nodded...feeling warm and loved in his arms.

“I love you,” he whispered...pressing one last gentle kiss to your lips. “So much. You did amazing, baby.”

He held you like that for a long time...stroking your hair and rubbing your back...whispering sweet praises until your breathing evened out and lulled you into a warm...safe haze in his arms.

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[taehyungssweetheart2]

────  the bet

summary: you bet your car in a street race with your boyfriend, not expecting him to win, and when he does? it's not your car he wants

pairing: detective!tae x trouble!reader

genre: established relationship!au, boyfriend!tae, fast&furious!au, street racer!au, pwp, smut

warnings: dirty talk, exhibitionism, begging, thigh riding, groping, ass squeezing, light degradation, teasing, praise, big!dick!tae, spanking, public sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, dom!tae, cream pie, some aftercare

no. there was absolutely no way in hell he'd done it. you're sure namjoon would shake his head in shame that his little sister had lost a street race to her newbie boyfriend. your cheeks heat; you'd be more ashamed if you weren't so turned on by the fact your boyfriend beat you. the only man in the world who had (other than your big brother who'd taught you everything you know about an engine).

he pulls up swiftly beside you, smirking down at your hot pink baby. his boxy grin widens, raising a smug brow at your stunned expression. "looks like you owe me something, trouble," he drawls out, swiftly hopping out and approaching you against the hood of your prized possession. your pout only makes him chuckle.

"don't give me that look, baby. a deal's a deal," he reminds you, tweaking your chin with an oddly fond expression. he jerks his chin towards your honda. you mentally berate yourself. your bright pink 2000 honda s2000 is quite literally your baby. it was a gift from your older brother for your sweet sixteen and you cherish it like it's your firstborn.

"but, taehyung!" you whine like a brat, folding your arm as your bottom lip juts out as if he's doing you an injustice. as if you hadn’t made a bet fair and square. his obsidian eyes only light up further in amusement. God, you're cute.

“‘but, taehyung,’ what?” he uncrosses his arms, caging you in against your hood. his tall, muscular frame blocks out the streetlights behind him as he towers over you easily, casting shadows over your pretty, pouty face. "you're the one who bet your car, sweet cheeks. where's all that confidence now, hm? now let me claim my prize."

just as his hand slips into your back pocket to claim the key, you squeak, “wait!”

he quirks a brow, fingers already wrapped around the key tucked deep into your back pocket. his thumb strokes the curve of your ass cheek through the thin, distressed denim of your shorts. "can't change your mind now, trouble. that’s not how street rules work." he tugs out the key, dangling it tauntingly in front of your despaired eyes. "but I'm feeling generous."

"careful," he chuckles teasingly, noticing the spark of hope that just sparked your doll eyes alight, "don't get too excited just yet. I said I'm feeling generous, not stupid." he strokes your cheekbone tenderly as he tucks the key into his pocket.

he takes a step closer, invading your personal space until his chest brushes your nipples. you feel the peaks harden with the familiar anticipation of his touch. a thrill rises in you and you clench your thighs together. you aren't exactly good at controlling yourself around taehyung. he is sex on legs after all; it's unfair for you when he parades around oozing that easygoing confidence and charming everyone in sight.

taehyung squeezes your hip possessively in one of those big, calloused hands of his. "still wanna walk away with your car, baby?" you nod eagerly, stepping back to put some distance between you but that only bends you awkwardly against the hood of your car. he watches you with dark, amused eyes - the way your thighs clench under his grip, the flush creeping up your neck because you know what's to come.

"you wanna keep your baby? then I want something in return."

his obsidian eyes, pupils blown with lust, drop to your plush bottom lip that you chew in consideration. the way you fidget tells him everything - he's got you worked up and you're already fantasising what's to come.

"here?" you question, cheeks heating at the insinuation of public sex. taehyung and you are wild ones after all, both adrenaline junkies with a love for the thrill of the rush... even if he's meant to be a law-abiding officer. he glances around the darkened street, the faint flow of streetcars casting shadows over parked cars and abandoned storefronts.

a smirk tugs at his lips as he turns back to you. "right here, right now." his hand slides from your hip to your lower back, pulling you flush against him. his perfect lips brush against your ear, breath hot and heavy as he murmurs, "wanna push you on that pretty hood, shove those cute little shorts down, and watch your pretty ass bounce for me while I fuck you so deep you forget your own name.

you still, cheeks reddening as you imagine it. you're a goner. his teeth graze your earlobe cruelly. "your pussy's already wet just thinking about it, hm?" he asks, fingers tightening around your waist when you don't respond. "answer me when I ask you a question, trouble, I can practically smell your arousal from here. that tight little cunt is soaking through your panties, isn't it?" he presses a thigh between your legs, rubbing up against your core.

you shiver, the ache between your legs growing as you grind down on the thick meat of his clothed thigh. but then your eyes flicker up mischievously. "what panties?" you ask, batting your eyelashes as his intense gaze darkens. fuck.

"you're fucking trouble," he growls, pushing his thigh against your core more firmly. "let me rephrase that for you, baby. how bad d’ya wanna keep your car? bad enough to bend you over right here in the street? because trust me..." he leans in again to nip at your jaw. you'd never felt more alive.

his soft lips curve into a knowing smirk as he catches your reaction: your eyes a fraction wider, your pulse quickening beneath your skin, your breath hitching. he's not dumb; he's a detective. he knows you crave this: the risk, the danger, the thrill.

"you're driving just thinking about someone walking down the block and seeing your pretty ass naked against the hood of your car," he chuckles lowly into your ear, his velvety voice dropping to a ragged whisper. “bet you'd cream on my cock if someone caught us while I'm balls deep in that tight little cunt. you like risking it all, huh, trouble? dirty girl."

"there she is," he encourages with a groan, watching your hips roll shamelessly over his thigh. he grabs your ass roughly, helping you grind down harder as you whimper. "fucking look at you, baby, riding your man's leg like a bitch in heat. soakin' my jeans, babygirl. you love this, hm? being used like a street whore out in the open? yeah? use your words."

"I love it," you gasp out, head lolling forward to rest on his broad shoulder as your movements grow more frantic. "I fuckin' love it, tae.." you're soaking the denim of his jeans, completely shameless as you dry hump his thigh, chasing your high. "feels so so good... please don't stop."

taehyung stops abruptly, the smug bastard, dropping his thigh to tease you. you let out a devastated whimper, brows pulling together as your legs threaten to give out. he catches your waist before you fall down onto your car, cooing at you. he steadies your shaken form, enjoying how easily he worked you up and then ripped it away. "you looked about two seconds away from humping my leg into a coma," he teases, cupping your sex through your shorts.

your frown deepens. you'd been raised a spoiled brat by your older brother and his friends so you'd never been told no. your whines only make him smile in amusement. "whining won't get you what you want, princess," he taunts, pressing the heel of his hand firmly against your clit through the soaked fabric of your shorts, just enough to make your smaller form jolt in his arms.

he laughs deeply, spinning you around to face your car and forcefully pressing your hardened chest against the cool metal hood. "you want this dick? then earn it. ass out f'me, baby." you gasp at the sudden change in position, barely registering where you are as he yanks your shorts down in one rough motion, leaving the ruined denim pooled around your ankles. you pant, eyes wide as you look at your surroundings to see if anyone is around. you're safe for now. "look at that, trouble... drippin'."

he runs a calloused thumb through your slick folds, spreading your wetness with a sense of smug pride. his girl. he might be a cop (though you don't know this) but he's always dreamed of pinning you down on a car hood and fucking the shit out of you.

"mm, baby. this wet already? haven't even touched you properly," he muses. you hate the fact you can't see him, nothing but a glimpse of him through the dark glass of your windshield. you pause when you hear him unbuckling his belt, the metal clinking loudly in the empty street. "hands flat on the hood, trouble, and don't fuckin' move. I'll tie you up if you do." he kicks your feet apart gently, widening your stance as you squeak in surprise

"ohhh, that's my good girl," he coos as you obey his every command. "stay like that, let me enjoy my pretty view." he takes his time undressing, letting his ruined jeans and boxers fall to the ground. his thick cock slaps against his abs, already hard and leaking.

his cock is monstrous. thick and veiny, standing tall against his abs. the head is a deep purple, aching to be in your sopping cunt, and glistening with pre-cum. he's long - at least nine inches of meat - and slightly curved. you remember this from your last time together, biting down on your lip as you imagine it behind you.

you try to turn your head to get a glimpse of it, your pretty eyes wide and curious. but when you move? "ow, tae!" you squeak. he lands a sharp, stinging smack on your exposed ass, the sound echoing.

"didn't I say stay fuckin' still?" his large hand firmly presses between your delicate shoulder blades, pinning you chest-down against the cold metal hood of your car. "eyes front. don't look until I say so." he kicks you legs wider and you adore the dominant side of him. "keep that arch."

he runs his thick cock up and down your soaked slit, teasing your aching entrance but not pushing in. "you wanna see me, baby? that what you were tryna do?" he chuckles softly, slapping his heavy length against your swollen clit. "so cute. count this out loud while I slide in."

you blink slowly, barely registering what he's saying as your head spins. the thought of taking his cock out on the street like this... you're lucky it's a ghost town today. "hmm? count what?" you ask softly.

"god, you're fucking gone already," he groans, amused and turned on at your confusion. "'m gonna push my cock into your pretty pussy, baby. need you to count each inch until I'm buried. got it?" you nod with a muffled sound that he takes as a yes.

"good girl," he praises proudly, tapping your engorged clit with the head of his cock once more as he soaks himself in your wetness. "count f'me."

he starts pressing his thick head inside, stretching your entrance painfully slow. you gasp, aimlessly clawing at the hood of your car. you silently pray you don't damage the paint. your eyes instantly roll back, pussy fluttering around the massive intrusion. "one!"

"two," you pant as he guides another inch of his thick shaft into you. your pussy stretches around his girth, slick and hot. "t-three..." he holds it there, letting you adjust to the new fullness. the metal hood is cool against your hot body, naked ass raised high, completely exposed.

you tense up at the sound of a car driving by but they don't spot you in the darkness. your heart hammers, cheeks heating as you enjoy the rush. "four!"

your breathing comes out in shallow gasps as he continues to shovel his cock into your hole. your cunt clenches around him, begging to take more of him inside. you whine when you feel his tip nudge your cervix, pressing against your deepest spot. “nine!” you yelp and he laughs darkly.

"that’s my perfect girl," he praises, breath hot against your ear as he buries every single thick inch inside you. "so so perfect. squeezing my cock like a fucking vice." he holds himself there, balls deep, letting you feel every vein and curve. the streetlight shines down, casting shadows over your intertwined forms.

you squirm impatiently, trying to turn around to get a glimpse of your handsome boyfriend. he grabs a fistful of your soft hair at the back of your head, keeping your cheek pressed against the cool metal hood. “patience, trouble. didn’t I say you can look when I let you?” you nod pathetically, blushing because he has you exactly where he wants you. he keeps his hips still, letting you rock back impatiently against him.

“greedy little thing,” he grumbles, watching your hips wiggle in desperation. “stay still.” he holds himself buried inside you, enjoying the way your walls flutter and contract around his thickness. when another car turns onto the street, headlights sweeping over your exposed bodies, he stills you with a heavy hand on your lower back. “do. not. move.”

you freeze, heart in your throat as the headlights pass over your forms— him buried to the hilt, you bent over the hood, completely exposed. luckily the car doesn't slow down and just keeps going. “now,” he breathes against your ear, releasing your hair and giving you permission. “look at where you're sitting, baby. on my cock. bent over in public. what would your brother think, hm?”

you moan at the shame, turning your head to catch a glimpse of him behind you. your eyes lock onto the sight of him disappearing into your pussy, balls deep, the massive length stretching your little cunt wide open. taehyung’s thick base is practically splitting you apart, your lips hugging the root tightly. your juices coat his balls, dripping down onto the hood. “see that?”

“please move!” you finally cry out, too loud for the empty street. you’re so desperate you’re reduced to begging him. “I’m going to go insane if you don’t move. please?”

"crazy?" he pulls out agonizingly slow until just the head remains inside you, making you whimper. "you want me to move, princess? say please like a good girl." he slaps his heavy balls against your clit, the sound echoing. "beg me properly while you're spread out here." he teases the entrance, refusing to give you what you need.

your nails rake at the hood as you try to regain some composure. “please! taehyung, please!” you whine, trying to wiggle your ass backwards for some friction. the words tear from your throat, desperate and humiliating. “there it is…” he coos.

"such a good fucking girl," taehyung groans, giving you what you begged for. he slams back in, hitting your cervix with a loud smack of flesh against flesh. "taking my cock so well out here."

the wet sounds of your bodies colliding echo against the empty street. he’s not gentle— each thrust drives you forward, your chest bouncing against the hood with each impact. he knows you need the thrill of someone dominant and rough, not gentle love making. "makin’ a goddamn mess of yourself, trouble." he grunts, glancing down at the puddle forming beneath you.

your eyes roll back, toes curling against the pavement. your cunt starts clenching violently around him, squeezing that thick cock like a vice. "there she is," taehyung recognises instantly, slamming into your sweet spot ruthlessly. "let it go, princess. come right fucking here on the street." he smacks your ass, driving you over the edge. "let go."

and then you shatter. your orgasm hits like a damn freight train, your body buckling against your car. your pussy clenches and clamps down on him in violent waves, milking every inch as he praises you in that sexy, deep voice of his. you’re seeing stars, overstimulated as taehyung continues to rock into you.

“where do you want me?” he growls against your ear, impatient as he threatens to blow his load at any moment. “inside, please!” you yell in your fucked out state. “‘m on the pill!” that’s all it takes for him.

suddenly, taehyung buries himself balls-deep with a raw, broken groan. thick, hot ropes of cum pulse deep inside you, flooding your pussy. his cock kicks repeatedly against your cervix, pumping you absolutely full of his load. you both tremble violently against the hood, your exposed forms lit by streetlights, completely spent. "shh, there we go..." he pants heavily, staying buried inside.

taehyung pants against the back of your neck as you both come down from the intense high. he rubs your hip affectionately, slowly pulling out with a wet pop. you whimper at the longing ache between your legs, turning to face him weakly. the two of you glance down at the mess between your shaky legs, his cum and your essence dripping down your thighs. “fuck,” he breathes out quietly, kissing your forehead.

he handles with you with utmost care for someone so large and gruff. after tucking himself back into his jeans, he tugs off his shirt to gently wipe you up. you whine, clinging to his biceps as he shushes you softly. he knows how your brain gets fuzzy after these intense moments, kissing both of your cheeks as he tugs up your ruined shorts to cover you back up.

“that’s my girl,” he praises with pride and affection, pressing kisses all over your face and rubbing your back. he pushes down the guilt eating at him for lying to you; your relationship is built on nothing but lies but you’re oblivious to it. still, he treasures the soft moment between you.

he carries you to his car, tucking you in the passenger seat and leaving yours parked on the curb. he’ll get it for you tomorrow - you need some rest. you yawn softly as he buckles your seatbelt for you. “taehyung? does that mean I get to keep my car?” I ask with a tired sweet smile that makes him grin widely. bread cheeks and all.

he lets out a low, breathless laugh, pressing another kiss to your temple as he finished buckling you in. "you got to keep the car the moment you let me bend you over the hood, trouble. that beauty is yours. you earned it.”

he starts to drive you both back to his place for the night as you fight off sleep in his oddly comforting passenger seat. you sigh, thinking back to the race you’d lost, your pride hurt. “I’ve never lost a race before… except to joonie.” he smiles at the mention of your older brother, who is now his friend after gaining his hard-earned trust.

"mmm, you didn't lose, sweetheart." he taps your nose affectionately, starting the engine and pulling away from the curb smoothly. he rests a hand on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles. "you drove perfectly. you just happened to have a boyfriend who plays dirty." he kisses your knuckles. "keep the car. my treat.”

you grin back at him, “thanks, tae… tonight was, um, fun,” you settle on the words and he laughs. understatement for the two of you. it seems every night between you is a game to upstage the last. he’s just praying his coworkers in the LAPD don’t see it on surveillance… especially with that neon pink car of yours, the definition of flashy.

“fun?” he snorts, pulling onto the highway before reaching out to ruffle your soft hair fondly. “baby, you were screaming my name on a street corner, soaked through your fucking shorts, begging me not to stop. that’s not 'fun,' that's a fucking religious experience.”

you both know it's more than that. this push and pull, the danger, the raw intensity of every encounter—it's your love language. every race, every dare, every punishing fuck against a car hood is you two saying "I love you" in the only way that feels real to your adrenaline-addicted souls.

taehyung squeezes your thigh. "same time next week?"

“fuck off. I’m never racing you again,” you snort but his body grin widens in pure amusement.

“we’ll see about that, trouble.”

[bloodred-jk]

Stage Outfit Sin | JJK

Summary: You’ve been Jungkook’s stylist for months, but he barely looked at you. Tonight, before the concert, you’re alone with him in the dressing room adjusting his stage outfit. Your hand lingers too long on his firm chest.

Genre: Pure Smut

Pairing: Jungkook × Reader (Stylist!Reader)

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (18+ only) • Oral Sex • Rough Sex • Semi-Public • Built-Up Sexual Tension • Unprotected Sex • Strong Language • Dirty Talk

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You sat on the couch backstage, surrounded by the usual concert chaos. The other members were already being prepped — hair, makeup, and outfits. Stylists and staff moved quickly around them.

The concert was only about an hour away.

And here you were again, waiting for Jungkook.

It was always the same. He showed up late, made you wait, and then complained that you weren’t fast enough.

You watched the other members get ready, feeling irritation rise in your chest. If you could, you would have quit months ago.

“Hey, Namjoon,” you called out, trying to hide your annoyance. “Do you know where Jungkook is?”

Namjoon glanced at you through the mirror, offering an apologetic smile. “No, sorry. I texted him a few times too.”

You let out a frustrated groan and leaned back against the couch. It had been like this since the day you started. No apologies. Just comments about how you shouldn’t make such a big deal out of it.

You were tired of it.

You glanced down at your phone again and tapped out another message to Jungkook, even though you already knew it was pointless.

It had become part of your routine — him showing up late, the complaints, the accusations that you weren’t fast enough. You were so used to it by now that it almost felt normal.

But no matter how angry you were, the second he walked into the room, your eyes couldn’t help but find him. There was something about Jungkook that pulled you in, some invisible force you couldn’t explain. You hated it.

Because despite that stupid magnetic pull, you also wanted to kill him.

His arrogant attitude, the way he ignored you for days and then acted like you were the problem.

It drove you insane.

You let out a quiet sigh, staring at the ceiling. Just one more hour until the concert. If he didn’t show up soon, you were seriously considering walking out.

Twenty minutes later, the door finally opened.

Jungkook walked in, casual as ever. His hair was still messy, and he was wearing a simple hoodie and sweats.

You stood up from the couch, jaw tight. You were furious, but you forced yourself to stay professional. Swallowing your anger, you walked straight toward him.

“Why are you so late?” you asked, voice sharper than you intended. “The concert starts in about 45 minutes.”

Jungkook barely glanced at you at first. He pulled his hoodie off in one smooth motion, revealing the tight black tank top underneath, and tossed it onto a chair.

He shrugged. “Traffic.”

You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to shove him and tell him to find someone else to deal with his shit.

But you couldn’t. Not with him. Something about Jungkook always made you stay, even when every part of you was screaming to walk away.

You clenched your jaw and gestured toward the styling chair. “Sit down. We don’t have time.”

You stood behind Jungkook as he sat in the styling chair, running your fingers through his hair to fix it. Your eyes kept meeting his through the mirror, neither of you looking away fast enough.

He started making stupid little comments, as usual.

“Careful, you’re pulling too hard,” he muttered.

You ignored him.

A few seconds later: “You always look so stressed when you do my hair."

Ignored again.

But when he opened his mouth for the third time, you finally snapped. “Jungkook, do me a favor and shut up.”

For a moment, silence filled the room. Then he grinned at you through the mirror — that cocky, dangerous smile that always made your stomach flip.

“Make me.”

The comb nearly slipped from your fingers. Heat rushed to your face, and something shifted deep inside you — a mix of anger, frustration, and a dangerous spark of want you didn’t want to acknowledge.

You stared at him in the mirror, breath caught in your throat. His eyes were locked on yours, dark and challenging, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

" I’m really fucking tired of this,” you said, voice sharp as you lowered the comb. “You’re always late. Every single time. You keep everyone waiting, then act like it’s no big deal. I’ve been sitting here for almost forty minutes while the others are already done. Do you even care that the concert is in less than an hour?”

Jungkook leaned back in the chair, arms loosely crossed. He didn’t look particularly bothered by your outburst.

“Traffic,” he answered flatly, eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “What do you want me to say?”

You felt your frustration spike. “That’s it? No sorry, no nothing? You do this constantly and I’m just supposed to deal with it?”

He shrugged, gaze drifting away from you as if the conversation was already losing his interest.

“It’s not that deep. Just do your job.”

His cold, dismissive tone hit harder than any smirk could have. It made the anger burn hotter in your chest, but also left you feeling strangely unsettled. No matter how much you hated it, his indifference always affected you more than you wanted to admit.

You clenched your jaw and forced yourself to continue fixing his hair.

“Get your ass up,” you said coldly. “We still need to get you changed.”

Jungkook stood without a word and followed you into the dressing room where his stage outfit was already hanging neatly on the rack.

The door clicked shut behind you, leaving the two of you completely alone. The air felt even heavier in the small space.

.“You know what?” you said, voice low but sharp. “If I didn’t need the money, I would’ve quit a long time ago. I can't stand working with you.”

The moment the words left your mouth, something in Jungkook’s expression shifted.

His usual cold indifference cracked. His jaw tightened, and his dark eyes narrowed as he stared at you.

He took one slow step closer, towering over you in the small room. The temperature seemed to rise instantly.

“Is that so?” he murmured, voice suddenly low and rough. His gaze dropped to your lips for a split second before returning to your eyes.

You murmured "Yes, that's exactly how it is."

The air grew heavy, charged with a tension that's almost tangible.

"Go. Get dressed." You whisper hoarsely. "It's becoming unbearably tight in here." With a quick step, you slip past him to search for his clothes.

He pulled his shirt off, and he stood before you shirtless in the dressing room. You'd seen him like this a few times before, but today felt different.

So you tried not to look, but it was hard. So hard that you'd almost forgotten how to breathe normally.

"Here. Wear this." Your voice came out rough, unfamiliar. You extended the denim jacket like a shield between you.

"That's all?" he asked, and you nodded, quick and jerky, staring fixedly at the peeling wallpaper behind his head.

"Okay," he said slowly, fabric rustling as he pulled the jacket on. "If that's everything, I'm done."

"But you need to help me." His voice dropped lower, intimate in the small space. "I can't get the collar to sit right."

Your throat clicked dryly as you swallowed.

This was your job. Just your job.

You turned and he was right there. Centimeters between you. The heat radiating from his bare chest prickled against your skin even without touching. You tilted your head up and met his eyes, and they were dark.

"Okay," you whispered. "Let me fix it." You reached up, hands trembling slightly as they found the collar of his jacket. You felt his gaze burning down on you, felt each exhale of warm breath ghost across your forehead, your cheek, your parted lips. Your own breathing fractured, coming in shallow, desperate bursts you couldn't control.

Without conscious thought, without permission, they slid from the stiff denim collar downward, tracing the bare skin of his throat, his collarbone, his chest.

You felt his sharp intake of breath beneath your palm, the rapid thud of his heartbeat, and still you couldn't stop, lost in the heat and the closeness and the unbearable tension coiling tight between you.

You caught your lower lip between your teeth, biting down as you dragged your touch slowly, deliberately downward, mapping the subtle ridges of muscle.

Awareness crashed over you suddenly.

What you were doing?

Your gaze shot upward to meet his, and those eyes remained dark, burning with an intensity that made your knees weaken.

"Sorry," you muttered, the word barely audible, rough with embarrassment.

But before you could escape, his hand snapped forward, fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist.

The contact seared through you, electric and commanding.

He pulled you closer until your bodies nearly touched, until you could feel the heat radiating from him.

"You know," Jungkook's voice dropped to that dangerous register that made your breath hitch, "I should fuck the stubbornness out of you."

You frozed against him. You said nothing—couldn't say anything. His eyes burned with that same infuriating confidence that had been driving you insane all tour, the smirk that made you want to slap him and kiss him in the same breath.

His hand moved slowly, until his fingers wrapped around your throat. Not tight enough to hurt, just enough to remind you who held the power here. His thumb pressed against your pulse point, feeling your heartbeat race beneath his touch.

"Just say one word," he murmured, leaning in until his lips brushed your ear. His body caged you against the wall. "Tell me to stop."

You should have. God, you should have pushed him away, reminded him you were supposed to be professional, that he was insufferable and arrogant and everything that grated on your last nerve.

But you didn't.

Instead, you nodded. His grip tightened fractionally, possessive and claiming, and you felt your knees weaken despite every rational thought screaming at you to walk away.

No matter how much he got under your skin, no matter how many arguments you'd had about schedules and attitudes and boundaries—you couldn't deny him. Not when his body pressed flush against yours, not when his scent overwhelmed your senses, not when that wicked smile promised to ruin you in the best possible way.

"Good girl," he breathed, and his mouth crashed against yours before you could regret the decision.

His kiss was bruising, desperate, the kind that stole oxygen. Your hands flew to his shoulders, gripping the hard muscle as he walked you backward until your spine hit the cold mirror.

Then the sharp rip of buttons giving way under his impatient hands. The material parted like water, exposing your skin to the dressing room's chilled air.

You tried to speak—tried to gasp his name in warning—but the words died in your throat as his mouth abandoned yours. His lips traced a burning path down your jaw, your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin. You couldn't think, couldn't breathe, as he descended lower, his tongue dragging over your collarbones until he reached the lace edge of your bra.

His large hands cupped your breasts over the satin, thumbs circling your nipples through the fabric until they hardened into aching peaks. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway—a broken sound that made him chuckle darkly against your skin.

"So responsive," he muttered, his fingers hooking into the cups.

He pushed them down carefully, tucking the lace beneath your breasts to lift them up for his attention.

The moment his tongue flicked against your nipple, your head fell back against the mirror with a soft thud.

Slow, languid strokes of his tongue circling the sensitive bud, then sucking it deep into his mouth, rolling it between his lips and teeth.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling desperately as he moved to the other breast. The wet heat of his mouth, the scrape of his teeth, the way he moaned against your skin like you were the only thing he needed—it was sensory overload.

"Jungkook," you finally managed, the moan tearing from your chest. Your legs trembled, heat pooling between your thighs with every pull of his mouth. "Please—"

He looked up at you then, lips swollen and wet, eyes blown wide with desire. "That's it," he growled, his hand sliding down to grip your thigh. "Let me hear you."

His mouth left your breast with a wet, obscene sound that made you shiver.

"Get on your knees," he ordered. His eyes locked onto yours. "Now."

The authority in his tone sent a jolt straight to your core. You sank to the carpeted floor without hesitation, looking up at him from below as he towered over you, already working open his belt with deft fingers.

"Such a good girl when you finally stop fighting me," he taunted, freeing himsel. He was thick and hard, and your mouth watered at the sight. "You want this? Want to choke on my cock after giving me that attitude?"

You nodded, unable to speak, and he threaded his fingers through your hair—not gentle.

"Open."

You obeyed, and he pushed past your lips with a groan that vibrated through your entire body. He didn't give you time to adjust, setting a brutal pace that had tears pricking at your eyes. You relaxed your throat, taking him deeper, your tongue flattening against the underside as he thrust between your swollen lips.

"Fuck, look at you," he gritted out, his hips snapping forward. "Taking it so well. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be on your knees for me. So fucking pretty with your mouth full."

You moaned around him, the vibrations making him curse and tighten his grip in your hair.

"That's it. Show me how sorry you are for being such a brat."

You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder, desperate for his praise. Your hands gripped his thighs, feeling the muscle tense beneath your palms as he used your mouth for his pleasure.

He suddenly pulled back, his cock leaving your lips with a filthy pop. You whined at the loss, looking up at him confused and wrecked, your lipstick smeared and your chest heaving.

He didn't explain. He simply hauled you up by your arms and spun you around, bending you over the vanity so abruptly your palms slapped against the mirror for balance. Your ruined blouse hung open, your breasts still exposed above the pushed-down cups of your bra.

"Did you think I was done with you?" he growled against your ear, his hand sliding down your spine. "I'm just getting started."

His fingers hooked into your skirt, shoving it up to your waist along with your panties. You were completely exposed to him.

"Look at you," he murmured, his hand tracing over your ass. "Soaked already. Is this what you wanted? Me to take control? To make you behave?"

He didn't wait for an answer. His fingers slid between your folds, gathering your arousal before circling your clit with torturous slowness. You bucked against his hand, seeking more friction, but he pulled back just enough to keep you hovering on the edge.

"Please," you whimpered, your forehead pressed against the cool glass.

"Please what?" He teased, two fingers sliding through your wetness without entering, just spreading it around, making you squirm. "Be specific. Tell me what a desperate little thing you are."

"Please touch me," you begged, hating how easily he reduced you to this. "I need—"

"What you need," he interrupted, his voice firm, "is to learn patience."

He dropped to his knees behind you, and before you could process what was happening, his mouth was on you. His tongue dragged slowly through your folds, tasting you with an obscenely loud moan that made your toes curl. He was relentless, licking into you with broad, flat strokes before focusing on your clit, sucking and flicking.

"god," you gasped, your hips trying to rock back against his face, but his hands gripped your thighs, holding you still.

He added his fingers, sliding two deep inside you while his tongue continued its assault on your sensitive bud. The dual sensation had you seeing stars, your orgasm building rapidly, coiling tight in your belly.

You were right there, teetering on the precipice, when he suddenly pulled back completely.

"Don't—don't stop," you pleaded, your voice broken.

He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction. "I didn't say you could come yet," he said simply, his fingers—still wet from you—trailing up your spine. "Not until I say so. Understand?"

You nodded frantically, whining in frustration, your body throbbing with denied release.

"Good." He positioned himself behind you, his hardness pressing against your entrance. "Now beg me properly."

"Please," you whimpered, your voice cracking with desperation. Your forehead pressed harder against the mirror, breath fogging the glass in ragged patches. "Jungkook, please, I need you inside me."

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your exposed back. His cock twitched against your entrance but he didn't push forward.

Instead, his fingers—those wicked, talented fingers—found your clit again, circling touches that made your thighs tremble.

"Louder," he commanded, his free hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. "I want the whole venue to hear how desperate you are. How badly you need my cock."

"I need it," you sobbed, trying to push back against him, but his grip kept you pinned. "Please, I can't—it's too much, I need to come, please let me—"

"Not yet."

He continued his torment, fingers dancing around your sensitive bud without ever applying enough pressure to send you over. Every time you got close—every time your muscles tensed and your breath hitched—he pulled back, leaving you gasping and empty.

His other hand roamed your body, palming your breast, pinching your nipple until you cried out, then sliding down to smack your ass sharply. The sting made you jolt, but it only added to the overwhelming sensory overload.

"Look at yourself," he ordered, his fingers still working you in maddening, insufficient circles. "Look how fucking ruined you are. Is this what you wanted? To beg for relief?"

"Yes," you admitted, tears of frustration pricking your eyes. "Yes, please, Jungkook, I'm begging—"

"Beautiful," he murmured, leaning over to bite the shell of your ear. "But I still don't think you've learned your lesson about stubbornness yet. Do you?"

He slid two fingers inside you, curling them to find that spot that made your vision blur, but he kept his thumb maddeningly away from your clit. You clenched around him, desperate for any friction, any completion.

"Please," you whispered, broken and breathless. "I'll be good, I'll do anything—"

"Anything?" He stilled his fingers, making you sob in frustration. "Now that's a dangerous promise."

"Anything," you repeated, your voice barely a whisper, raw and wrecked. "Please, just—"

"Just what?" He taunted, his fingers withdrawing slowly, deliberately, leaving you empty and aching. "Say it. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

"I want you to fuck me," you gasped, the words tumbling out without filter, without pride. " Please, Jungkook, I can't take it anymore—"

"Good," he growled, and in one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.

Your scream was swallowed by the dressing room walls, your back arching as he stretched you completely, filling you so perfectly it bordered on pain. He didn't give you a moment to adjust—he couldn't, his own control clearly fraying at the edges.

"Fuck, you're tight," he gritted out, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled back and slammed forward again. "So fucking wet for me. This is what you needed, isn't it? To be properly fucked until you can't remember your own name?"

"Yes," you chanted, your knuckles white against the vanity as he set a punishing pace. Each thrust drove you forward, your breasts swaying with the force of it, the mirror rattling against the wall.

He was relentless, angling his hips to hit that spot deep inside you with every stroke, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small room. You could feel your orgasm building again, inevitable this time, coiling tighter and tighter—

But before you could fall over the edge, he pulled out completely.

"Wha—no, please," you begged, your voice breaking.

He didn't answer. He simply grabbed your arm and spun you around, lifting you effortlessly. Your back hit the wall with a thud, his mouth crashing against yours as he wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Look at me," he commanded, positioning himself at your entrance again. "I want to see your face when you come."

He thrust into you in one smooth motion, the new angle making you cry out against his lips. Your arms wound around his neck, holding on for dear life as he drove into you, pinning you against the wall.

"Touch yourself," he ordered, his voice ragged. "I want to feel you come around me. Now."

Your trembling fingers found your clit, circling frantically, and with three more brutal thrusts, you shattered.

The orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, your vision whiting out, your body convulsing around him as you screamed his name. He followed seconds later, burying his face in your neck with a guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside you.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of your ragged breathing, the smell of sweat and sex, and the weight of him holding you against the wall.

"Still stubborn?" He murmured against your sweat-dampened skin.

He eased you down gently this time, his hands lingering at your waist to steady you. You expected him to step back immediately, to reclaim that infuriating distance he always kept between you, but instead he stayed close.

"You good?" he asked, voice lower than before, stripped of its sharp edges.

You nodded, avoiding his eyes as you reached for your clothes scattered across the floor. "Yeah. Fine."

The silence between you shifted, losing its hostile charge but gaining a different kind of heaviness. You dressed quickly, suddenly self-conscious under his gaze, acutely aware of the marks he'd left on your skin, the tenderness between your thighs.

"This doesn't mean anything," you said abruptly, fastening your skirt with shaking fingers. "What happened here. It's not... we're not doing this again."

Jungkook leaned against the vanity, watching you with an inscrutable expression. "No?"

"No." You turned to face him, lifting your chin. "We don't even like each other. This was just... stress. Or adrenaline. Or temporary insanity."

He pushed off the counter, closing the distance between you with slow, deliberate steps. You held your ground, refusing to back away, your heart hammering against your ribs as he stopped just inches away.

"You really believe that?" he asked softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was so unexpectedly gentle that it stole your breath.

"I have to believe it," you whispered.

His hand dropped to your jaw, thumb brushing over your kiss-swollen lips. "You're so determined to hate me," he murmured, almost to himself. A ghost of his familiar smirk returned. "It's adorable, actually."

"Jungkook—"

"Shh." He pressed a finger to your lips, then replaced it with his mouth—soft this time, unhurried, a kiss.

When he pulled back, his eyes were dark, serious. "You can tell yourself whatever you want, sweetheart. But we both know this isn't over."

"It is," you insisted, weaker now.

He smiled—that arrogant, devastating smile that had always made you want to slap him and kiss him.

"Sure. Keep saying that." He grabbed his jacket from the chair, slinging it over his shoulder as he headed for the door. "I'll see you around, yeah?"

"Jungkook."

He paused, hand on the doorknob, looking back at you with raised brows.

You opened your mouth to repeat your warning, to insist that this was a one-time mistake, but the words died in your throat.

He looked so confident standing there, so maddeningly beautiful in the dim light, that you couldn't bring yourself to say anything at all.

"Concert" you muttered instead. "You're going to be late."

He laughed. "Worried about me now?"

"Go."

He winked, that insufferable smirk firmly back in place. "See you later, stubborn."

"Don't call me that."

But he was already gone, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving you alone with your racing heart and the lingering warmth of his touch.

You touched your lips, still tasting him there, and knew with sinking certainty that he was right.

This wasn't over. Not even close.

[borathae]

“Being busy with life has driven a wedge between the relationship of you and your boyfriends. Can a winter holiday save your love?”

Pairing: OT7 x f.Reader 

Genre: Idol!AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Wordcount: 74.698

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CLINGY RAFE WAKES UP WITHOUT YOU

🐦‍⬛ — i’m obsessed with clinginess. please throw me a man who’s obsessed with me PLEASE 🙏🏻

The curtains in Rafe’s room need to be fixed as soon as humanly possible. How he hasn’t gotten them replaced yet is beyond his own comprehension, but right now, he can barely give more than two fucks about the extra sunlight filtering through his shitty ass curtains.

Rafe groans softly, muscles aching with misuse, skin warm beneath the thick covers. The moment his mind registers his surroundings fully, he freezes.

Something’s missing.

Is it his shirt? No, he took that off yesterday. He remembers chucking it into the laundry basket right before he went to sleep with—

You.

You were right beside him when he fell asleep last night. You were in his arms when he woke up at the ungodly hour of five AM at a sudden loud noise he never found the source of.

But you’re not here now. That’s weird. You’re always here when he wakes up.

“Baby,” Rafe calls out in hopes that you’re just in the bathroom. He stares at the ajar door leading to the toilet, but it doesn’t move. No one responds to him. A few birds chirp outside his window, and he finally realises that he’s completely alone right now.

He pouts. Rafe Cameron pouts, because there’s no one here to see him act like a child and he’s missing his pretty girlfriend too much. You left him to wake up alone, so that must mean you hate him.

Fuck. He knew it. He knew you hated him. He’s had a feeling for a good amount of time. An angel like you should never settle for a bullshit of a boyfriend like himself, and you realised that yourself at last.

So Rafe trudges down the stairs of Tannyhill in an absolutely foul mood, sending glares toward every corner despite being alone in the Cameron estate. But even then, even as he’s pouting and frowning and waiting to punch anyone who appears in front of him, he’s still hoping that with every edge he turns, you might appear.

You don’t. Maybe that’s because he hasn’t really turned any corners at all, but still. You don’t appear. You just don’t.

Have you really left? Left Rafe alone to wallow in his misery once again? He hasn’t not had you in a while, and truth be told, he’s gotten too used to it. He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help it. He loves you too much, and he needs you too much. Every second of every day.

“Baby …” he whines in frustration, to no one in particular, as he enters the kitchen, expression contorted like he’s holding back tears. He runs a rough hand through his buzzed hair and tries to grip and pull on his strands, but then he remembers that he doesn’t have that hair anymore.

(He should’ve listened to you when you told him not to shave off all his hair. Is that why you left him? Fuck. He hates his past self now. Why didn’t he listen?)

Rafe heads straight for the coffee machine, grumbling under his breath about how you “better be surprising me with head for scaring me like this.”

“The fuck?”

He whips around, almost spraining a muscle. His eyes are as wide as saucers, pupils blown so wide that the blue of his irises is almost nonexistent. Rafe swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing as he stares straight at you.

Shit. Did she hear that?

“What’s got your panties in a fuckin’ twist?” you scoff lightheartedly, amusement lacing your features as you laugh softly. You’re holding a mug, filled with your morning coffee already, and Rafe thinks he might cry.

Your lips part again so you can say something, but Rafe doesn’t hear a single word at all. His mind is racing, and his heart is beating too loudly in his chest. He can hear his heartbeat speeding up with every second that passes, and the pace with which he approaches you almost matches the rate his heart is going at.

“No— Nonononono, my coffee—” you sputter, attempting to save your day’s life support by leaving it safe on the nearest counter. A good half of it spills anyway when Rafe throws himself at you, clutching you so tightly you wonder if you’ve done something wrong.

The base of your mug clatters against the marble counter. Rafe buries his face into your neck, inhaling your scent like he’s forgotten it over the time he spent without you in bed with him. He lets out a soft sound that’s a little too similar to a dog’s pitiful whimper.

His nose twitches. “Why did you leave?”

You roll your eyes, but hug him back just as firmly. You’re a little pissed that you’ve lost some of your energy in the form of caffeine, but you have no capacity to think about that as Rafe hugs you so close you’re practically one figure now.

“I was literally just going back up,” you deadpan, patting his back gently, trying to soothe him. You swear he’s crying into your shoulder — is he sniffling? Whining? You’re not sure. You do know that he’s sulking, though. He always does.

And then the proof comes: Rafe groans, the sound muffled from the way he presses his face against you. It’s familiar, because you’ve heard it countless times over the course of your relationship. Which is practically every single fucking day.

He doesn’t say anything, much to your exasperation. He never says anything though, so you don’t know why you’re so pressed. You file that thought away and focus on soothing your big baby of a boyfriend.

For a few very long moments, the two of you stay like that. You’re not sure how much time has passed, but it’s enough for you to grow tired on your feet (because you haven’t had your morning coffee yet).

“Can we—?” you begin, but Rafe cuts you off promptly.

“I thought you left,” he says sadly into your neck, and you can hear the slight crack in his voice. The shakiness and fear of his statement possibly being true when he woke up without you by his side. “For real, baby. I thought you actually packed your shit and left.”

Your annoyance fades into a fond sort of concern. Rafe has attachment issues, and you’re the one person he actually loves too much to let go of. He’s made it clear that anyone else can fuck off when he gets tired, but you? The six feet two future CEO of Cameron Development never wants you to be out of his sight. He needs to have you with him every time.

It’s clear to even a blind person that Rafe can’t function properly without you. Ward’s labelled you a liability countless times before, but Rafe doesn’t care — he hasn’t cared in a long time, and neither have you.

Your head turns to press a kiss against his temple. “Sorry, baby,” you murmur, warm breath tickling his skin. He shifts a little and buries his face deeper into the crook of your neck. “I didn’t think you’d wake up yet. You know I’ll never leave you like that.”

Rafe makes an unintelligible noise that you’re about to question, but then he pulls away from your neck and stares down at you with that pout. You fall silent immediately, watching closely as Rafe’s expression changes from sulky to hopeful and relaxed.

“Yeah,” he whispers, like raising his voice even just a little would chase you away. “You won’t. You love me too much.”

You flash a smile at him, cupping his face tenderly, when he suddenly leans down to kiss you. “Rafe—!”

He plants a giddy kiss on your lips, short and sweet, before pecking your entire face over and over again like he can’t get enough of you. Rafe’s relishing the soft laughs you’re letting out, his heart lurching at the realisation that he’s making you laugh like this.

How could you leave him when you look so happy having his kisses all over your face?

“Come back to bed,” he mumbles, focusing his affection on the corner of your mouth. When he locks eyes with you, you can see the plea in the blue. “We haven’t cuddled enough.”

You nod despite yourself, already reaching for your mug (now half-filled because of a certain someone), but Rafe has other plans.

The fucker picks you up bridal style, ignoring the yelp you make.

“You’re not escaping me this time,” he reasons simply, already walking out of the kitchen despite your protests about your abandoned (and spilt) coffee. You eventually quieten down about it when you realise Rafe won’t be turning around.

Now your coffee’s going to get cold, and you’ll have to make another one.

“You don’t need coffee when you’re gonna spend the whole day with me,” Rafe huffs petulantly, as if he can read your thoughts (and at this point, he probably can, with how well he’s able to decipher your expressions).

“You are exactly why I need coffee,” you grumble under your breath, then let out a high-pitched scream when Rafe almost drops you. “Hey! You know it’s true!”

“But you still love me.”

“Debatable.”

“I’m gonna throw you out the window.”

“You won’t do that. You almost cried ‘cause you woke up alone.”

“I— Fuck. Fine. But we’re still cuddling.”

navigation ⛥ rafe cameron

[webiicam]

New Beginnings ✧.*

pairing: idol!jungkook x f!makeup artist reader

summary: after some time apart, jungkook makes the suggestion of a date between the two of you. (see request here)

word count: 4,296

content warnings: fluffy fluff, y/n is a cisgender female who uses she/her pronouns, no y/n usage, y/n and jungkook drink responsibly, shadow boxing jk, mention of sensual choreography, very mild dirty joke, a kiss <3

author’s note: i really like this but i fear i didn’t write it as well as i could’ve 🤏🏾 anyway, does anyone remember we got married? 🤭 definitely had to throw it back to solar and eric nam’s marriage with the first song xo

taglist: none yet! pls fill out the request form 🫣

Color theory; how humans perceive color and the visual effects of specific color mixtures or contrasts. As a makeup artist, there was no lecture you had to bore yourself to death with to understand this concept. Ever since you were a child, you self taught this fact by playing with your mother’s makeup and soon toying with your own plastic containers of colored balm specially from the kid’s section in the store. In adult years, it meant you knowing how to color the waterline of an idol or how to choose the undertone of their glitter according to a concept or how to compliment their overall look — but, despite this, you were surprisingly close to ripping your hair out at the root from sheer frustration because you could not manage to figure out if your bag was the correct shade of brown like you had aimed for with your makeup look that night.

Your hair fell perfectly just below your shoulders, curled inwardly at its ends to frame your face. Your body was clothed with a simple white bandeau top with lace detailing along its hem, washed denim jeans which clung to your legs and widened slightly at your calves and short beige heels. Your area of contention fell with your bag — a beige leather saddle bag with a chocolate handle and gold detailing. Like a woman demented, you held the bag up to your eye in the mirror and stared intensely. Your makeup was simple and understated, little to medium coverage, lashes coated with dark mascara, deep brown eyelids which blended into caramel and a light dusting of highlighter for a sparkle which was only caught momentarily under certain light angles. Your lip of choice was even further understated; opting for a very sheer pink lipgloss to coat them as a finishing touch. On any other day, this wasn’t even something you’d offer a second glance.

However, a date with Jeon Jungkook required a little more of your attention than normal.

You had been BTS’ makeup artist for years, working under HYBE. You were exceptional at your job, able to touch up a member in six minutes flat. Jungkook managed to stretch his specific slot to a solid ten, between his fidgeting, him cracking jokes which adequately distracted you and making blending products an uphill battle. Truly, he should’ve been close to being considered a nuisance for it, especially in the beginning when you kindly attempted to redirect him into focusing for those few minutes, but there was something about his distractions that you found wholly endearing. A few years into working with them and it was commonplace to let your guard down around him, similarly throwing jokes his way. You had banter with the other members, of course, but they seemed to have a knack for remaining on the status quo simultaneously. You were unsure if it was a skill Jungkook had failed to master or he just didn’t bother with it, but the moments the two of you shared with a lingered gaze or a touch that remained a second too long informed you that it was most likely the latter. Those moments with him were treasured more than you realised, as you looked forward to those few minutes in your hectic days.

However, apparently you failed to treasure them sufficiently as you were reassigned to ENHYPEN shortly after the BTS members gradually trickled into military service. The news came as an unpleasant surprise to you; ENHYPEN were sweethearts on the occasions that you had bumped into them previously, but it felt like a fall from grace. Not only were you losing the group you had closely worked with for years, but more importantly Jungkook was leaving. It wasn’t like you hadn’t already played the scenario over and over in your head, however you couldn’t have prepared yourself for just how emotional it felt. If Jungkook was upset he failed to show it; his simple “we’ll meet again :)” message prior to enlistment informed you of such. It shockingly took you a while to truly come to terms with the news, but what with getting into the swing of forming a new professional relationship with ENHYPEN and supporting their activities, leaving BTS soon didn’t carry such a heavy sting to your heart. The thought went from lingering to fleeting on the most random of days.

It was an unassuming Wednesday morning on your off day when you saw the headline; ‘BTS’ Jimin, Jungkook released from military service’. You had a rough idea as to when he was due to be discharged, but not down to the exact date: it was no wonder how you managed to choke on your coffee as soon as the headline drop down in your notification center. Pictures of him flooded the internet; clothed in classic military camouflage and cradling a white colored bouquet of flowers in hand with Jimin in tow similarly nursing a pink bundle. They somehow appeared more stoic yet still maintained their charming nature from the stills you had come across. It suddenly seemed like the BTS you knew too well was suddenly so far out of reach, their military service placing barriers of knowingness between you and them. You made a habit of texting your well wishes to the guys as they trickled out of their enlistments one by one, but you took an embarrassingly long time to text Jungkook. You entered and erased the words too many times to count, overthought possible greetings to the point of near mania. As fate would have it, however, a text that popped up on your screen on a random evening eradicated your irrational fear almost instantly, from Jungkook: “this is random, but do you want to hang out at mine sometime?”

Now, you weren’t crazy — through further back and forth chats, Jungkook confirmed that it was a date he intended on taking you on; you wouldn’t have induced this close call of a crazy episode over mere delusion. You were a little more sensible than that (at least, you’d like to think so), thankfully. The soft glow of your phone screen coming to life was what drew your attention from the corner of your eye and allowed you to finally set your tortured bag down on your lap. Placing your thumb and pointer finger on either side of the screen, you tilted the screen towards your face to see a text message notification from the driver, notifying you of his presence. It would be easy to give him cookie points for being such a gentleman for sending a driver for you, but in reality it was the norm for an idol with the amount of popularity that Jungkook held – a regular taxi was a rumor waiting to happen and your own car was out of the question. With a small huff, you placed your makeup brush down in your vanity and offered your body another lucky few sprits of perfume, before making your way out of your place.

In the nick of time, you were before his apartment door. Wet spots adorned the bottom of your jeans where the evening rain had intruded, but luckily you were largely unscathed due to the driver’s stashed umbrella. On bated breath, you raised a finger to press against the doorbell, hearing the familiar jingle echo within its walls. The thirty or so seconds that followed stretched longer than what you would seem necessary, your heart pounding in your throat as you fumbled with the few bracelets hanging off your wrists. Soon, though, a few clicks of the lock turning was heard and suddenly you stood up straight.

There he was; hair recently messed with, a dark smart shirt rolled up haphazardly around the sleeves to reveal the roll of the inked artwork which blend onto his hands (which were notably wet) and dark color slacks his outfit was partially covered by a black and white striped apron hanging on his waist. As you bowed slightly to greet him, his mouth spread into a welcoming smile. “Ah, I’d give you a hug but my hands are all…” he gestured to the water dripping from his digits. “Don’t worry, I’m not holding a hug against you,” you quipped, a small giggle hiding behind your words. He too mirrored your small laugh, opening the door wider and stepping aside to allow space for you to step in. As you do, you expected him to return to whatever he was busying himself with in the kitchen, but he seemingly watched you as you slid out of your heels and into a pair of house slippers at the door. “Are you gonna keep watching me like one of your stalkers?” you spoke as you stepped onto the floorboards of his apartment. Unlike what you were expecting, he seemed bashful at the mention of him watching your move. He let out a cough into his fist and redirected his gaze to the floor briefly as if it was the most interesting view in the world. “N-No, it’s just- been a long time and - ahem - you look so pretty so,” he uttered softly. It was worlds apart from the mischievous, quick young man that you once knew. When did he become so bashful? Was it the new environment or did your worst nightmare come true — the military did change Jungkook as you knew him?

The latter choice may have been a slight overreaction on your end, admittedly.

Only a mere 30 minutes later, you were seated at his small dining table weaving pasta strands between the metal prongs of your fork while he told tales of his days in military. On both of your plates was truffle cream pasta with steak and asparagus on the side. Having heard all the members enthuse about his culinary expertise for years, it felt like a full circle moment to finally have the chance to taste his cooking after years of repeated promises — and it didn’t disappoint either. “I don’t think I want to peel another carrot or potato for years now, they must’ve been punishing me for a past life sin,” Jungkook muttered, feigning disgust. His complaint made you laugh, while also sympathising. It was enough of a chore to peel vegetables for personal use, but for military soldiers was a different ball game entirely. “How many do you think you peeled while you were there? Ballpark figure,” you queried as you speared a piece a steak on your fork. His eyebrow piercing glinted under the spotlights in the kitchen as he thought, then turned his face towards his phone which laid by his side on the table. “Hey Siri, how many carrots and potatoes does any one person peel in their lifetime?” he suddenly spoke, face etched as stone as if it was the most serious conversation he had ever held in his life. As if Siri was as similarly puzzled as you at the question, it took her longer than usual to respond. “Over an average lifetime, a person consumes roughly 10,800 carrots and eats approximately 15,000 to 16,000 potatoes,” the virtual assistant chirped out steadily. “Easily twice that amount,” Jungkook responded without missing a beat. With the exaggerated number and his deadpan nature, you laughed heartily at his response.

“‘Kook, you cannot be serious,” you spoke in the midst of giggles, almost choking on what remained of your food. His expression was what you could only describe as incredulous, although you knew from prior years of banter, it was all in jest. “I swear to whatever deity I can swear to, I started seeing them in my dreams.” He pointed to his temple in emphasis, as if it were possible to see the unassuming vegetables wreck havoc buried within the wrinkles of his brain if you concentrated enough. Shaking your head in disbelief at the sheer drama of it all, you gripped both empty plates before you and stood to your feet to wash the dishes. However, a strong hand wrapped around your wrist stopped you in your tracks. “Don’t,” Jungkook instructed gently, similarly raising to his feet. Between his gentle yet grounding grip and you suddenly looking up to meet his gaze, your mouth suddenly went dry. Your head scrambled to simply agree to his request, when he seemingly came to realise what had happened. He chuckled to alleviate what tension had suddenly mounted between the two of you, but anyone could objectively see that he had broken the proverbial touch barrier — a fact that you weren’t opposed to. “I invited you, you shouldn’t do anything. Just relax,” the young man urged, his facial expression remaining soft and pliable. With a grin you never were able to resist, the hand holding your wrist instead patted the back of your hand. Flustered from the sudden contact, you slowly sink back down into your seat with a shy smile, letting go of the dirtied plates and cutlery. As soon as you relinquished control, Jungkook stacked the porcelain bowls and metal cutlery before carrying them to the sink.

In the few minutes that were consumed with the young man scrubbing their shared dishes, there was a silence — a comforting one. It was the type of silence that could only be appreciated and held by those who already tasted shared companionship, one that could only be desirable by those who knew each other well enough to savor each other’s presence with no words spoken. Bringing your chilled wine glass to your lips, your fingers lightly jabbed your phone screen as you made quick work of scrolling through Instagram stories; not exactly absorbing anything, but just busying your mind and fingers with a familiar task. In between stories, an advert popped up. It was for a nondescript brand of mango ice cream, but the familiar jingle had both you and Jungkook start singing along at the same time without really thinking. However, after a few bars, the penny seemed to drop at the same time as the two of you met each other’s eyes grinning from ear to ear. Only a few years prior, you two were tormented by the same song for a whole summer of promotions, hearing it on any device in your vicinity at any given moment. In that moment in Jungkook’s apartment, it favored more closely to a long lost melody heard so many lifetimes ago.

“No way!” Jungkook exclaimed, boyish charm shining through. You threw your head back and laughed at the distant memory of heavy rye bags further ladened by its ever chirpy tune, how everyone within earshot of the commercial was willing to commit property damage in order to make it cease. “Oh my God, I feel myself losing my mind all over again,” you groaned, scrunching your hair into your fists as a demonstration of near insanity. Your date continually chuckled as he set the dripping porcelain aside and haphazardly dried his hands on his apron which he quickly untied and hung over the edge of the kitchen counter. “Please wait before you lose your mind, I have an idea,” he chortled, setting off in a slow jog towards the other end of his apartment. Naturally, you raised your body from the confines of his dining table chair and gravitated towards his couch which sat a short distance from the kitchen.

It wasn’t long until you heard the subtle thuds of his steps approach closer and he rounded the corner with two play-microphones in hand, also equipped with possibly the widest grin you had ever seen. “Jungkook, what the hell is this?” you directed, tossing your eyes over the plastic microphones while holding back another fit of laughter. “Karaoke, duh!” he answered giddily, as if there wasn’t a thing in the world that could possibly break his stride at that moment in time. In sheer disbelief, you watched him as he plucked a small remote from a rectangular coffee table at your feet and navigated to YouTube, still muttering the melody under his breath while offering a small jig to the melody his voice provided. You couldn’t quite believe that he was able to spin an activity that quickly on the spot, but you were far from complaining when you were that tickled. “Cover your eyes,” he demanded, threateningly pointing a plastic pink microphone in your direction. Without protest, you threw your hands up in surrender before placing them over your closed eyes. You felt a few sharp tufts of air hit the back of your hands, and you couldn’t help but sigh. “My eyes are closed, stop testing me.” The pause in his shuffling informed you that you were right in your assumption that he was, in fact, shadow boxing, before he could even confirm it from his own mouth. “I was just making sure…” he finally confessed, his voice adjacent to the whine of a child that had been scolded (though he remained equally as jovial as before). After some moments, a familiar instrumental blared through his speakers. It was unmistakable; My Ear’s Candy by Baek Jiyoung and Ok Taecyeon. An iconic anthem that only the foolish ones of the K-Pop industry would fail to mention.

“Introducing, the iconic duo back again for one night only!” Jungkook announced it with great theatrics. It was then that you dropped your hands to see him holding one of the microphones towards you (now, less threatening). Notably, the handheld portion of the mic now held an impish colorful glow. Shaking your head but grinning all the same, you wrapped your fingers delicately around the prop as you similarly stood to your feet and assumed your position. You didn’t exactly remember much of the choreography, not much more than the regular person, but following Jungkook’s lead ensured a more than satisfactory performance for the proverbial audience. Your voice was also not the cause of applause in normal everyday life; this performance was no different. However, with the way Jungkook put in extra effort to appear impressed, you could have been fooled. In any case, it was encouraging. You could almost hear the roaring of fans when the two of you replicated the song’s iconic move; your back pressed flush against his chest, his grip firm on your waist as the two of you moved your hips together, even going as far as holding the microphone up to his mouth when it was his turn to replicate his lines. Every time the two of you shared skinship, you two were unabashedly shy, Jungkook’s ears dusted a clear shade of pink and your face growing warm under your foundation. Still, you two were clearly committed to a stellar performance and nothing less. Judging from the imaginary crowd’s reaction, you two did just that.

“You really killed that, I think you should be an idol,” Jungkook spoke pointedly as he sank down on the couch behind you. While he was only slightly breathless, you were contrarily a few short steps away from wheezing. You plopped your breathless figure down beside him, taking a long minute to simply catch your breath before you spoke. “You see how long it’s taking me to recover? I don’t think so,” you responded with a grimace as if to be appalled by your own actions. He simply shrugged as he navigated to the search bar to look for another song. “That can easily be worked on.” At his words, you simply blinked and regarded him with a deadpan expression. You simply couldn’t resist the temptation. “You want me to work on… my stamina?” you drawled slowly. He finally broke his attention from the TV to furrow his eyebrows and turn to you, almost bewildered at how slowly you were speaking as if to not understand the point you were trying to make, but you could visibly see when the penny dropped in his brain. The small smile playing on his lips dropped almost instantaneously and the heat rose in his face like he was a boiling kettle. “I didn’t mean it like that- I just meant you could work out- Please don’t do this to me,” he whined pathetically as his hands shot up to cover his face in sheer humiliation. You, on the other hand, were just short of crying from laughter.

Then ensued the legendary concert performed by the two of you in the most confused discography known to man. You were serenaded to Paul Kim and Charlie Puth, you performed SZA and some of Jungkook’s solo work, the two of you did your best rendition of Megan Thee Stallion’s most popular songs along with Super Junior’s. By the end of it all, you weren’t even sure what the target audience would be and if the hypothetical arena would still have attendees by the second song. The skinship never ceased; him taking his hand into yours when singing a particularly heartfelt lyric, you pulling him up to dance with you while you gave your all in front of the TV. Despite everything you shared over the course of the evening, you two never failed to show signs of timidity after every touch. It was uncharted territory, understandably, and the two of you were doing your level best to navigate it to the best of your ability. You’d like to think you were doing an okay job.

As the evening grew around you, so did the comfortability. It had ended in you sitting on the couch. legs crossed, and a Jungkook laying his head on your thigh, lazily singing along to a long forgotten ballad you could not recall the name of. Jungkook had been putting in some level of effort into his dancing and singing all evening, but with that particular song it was not unlike an actual performance. You were well and truly serenaded, if it could not be shown by how shy you were of meeting his gaze. You simply followed the lyrics on the screen while swaying slightly to the guitar’s chords. Jungkook, on the other hand, remained staring straight up at you. He was admiring every single little detail about you, the ones you took in every day and the others you usually forgot about. It was so easy to do, given that you weren’t looking at him. He was truly smitten. “You… you look so pretty,” he suddenly spoke in the middle of verses. His words quickly snapped your concentration in half, you slowly moving down to meet his gaze. There he was; eyes half lidded, microphone still posed at his chin, cheeks flooded with rouge yet eyes steadily on yours. You gulped, trying to find words to say, but he quickly cut you off. “I’ve had a really nice night and I want to do this again before we start recording again,” He murmured. “I’m not sure how we can make it work, but… I just needed you to know and I hope you feel the same way.”

You were rendered speechless, unable to communicate all the racing thoughts through your head. However, you understood that sitting there with unspoken words wasn’t fair for Jungkook who had spilled his guts to you. “I, uh…” you began, gulping down to lubricate your suddenly dry throat. “I really like you- like this, and I’d love to do it again,” you spoke lowly, face growing warm once again at the Freudian slip from your lips. Of course you liked him, but it was much too early to let him know — wasn’t it? You eyed briefly flicked up to the TV that still incessantly displayed words, and a small smile spread across your lips. “You know, the fans are gonna cancel us over this,” you giggled softly. After all, the two of you had failed to exit stage left prior to this vulnerable exchange; you were pouring your hearts out to each other with no regard for the poor ‘fans’ in attendance. However, Jungkook was too preoccupied by your previous confession, holding onto your mistake in speech a little longer than you would’ve liked.

“I like you too.” His voice was barely above a whisper, thoughtful and quiet. You fell speechless once again as his tattooed hand raised to cup your cheek. “If we’re gonna get canceled, let’s give them something to cancel us for,” his voice mumbled. Stroking his thumb over your cheek, he leaned slightly upwards while pulling you down. Your lips met slowly, passionately and unhurried. Your heart leapt in your chest, heat raising in your ears as your hand moved to rake through his hair. It was the simplest kiss you had ever shared with another person, a prolonged peck, but it held all the weight of a heated makeout. It wasn’t necessary; it was an unspoken statement of your feelings towards one another. There was no amount of heavy petting or breathless kisses required to communicate it. You broke it soon enough, but not without leaning down quickly to steal another peck from his lips without his immediate knowledge. You leaned back against the backrest of the couch with the widest smile on your mouth, yet your hand remained in his hair, idly drawing shapes into his scalp with the tip of your fingernail. Jungkook’s hand dropped from your face as soon as you leaned away, but still kept his eyes trained on you. He had a grin on his face, but it was worlds apart from the other smiles he had offered you; this one carried unadulterated relief. You couldn’t be happier, and you were sure that he felt the same. He cleared his throat and fumbled around his body for the remote. “We should probably round this concert up before they throw more tomatoes,” he joked. That coaxed a small laugh from you.

“Is anyone still in the audience?”

[trivia-yandere]

when did you get hot? (3)

after the sudden revelation of his 13 year old son, jungkook refuses to let you leave without giving him any answers, no matter how reluctant you are.

word count: 15.004

warning: dirty talking, grinding, smut, cowgirl position, unprotected sex, more yearning jk, finger sucking, edging/orgasm denial, kissing, grinding, nipple sucking, a peak at jimin #1 mc hater, mc is kinda unreasonable but, unprotected sex, creampie,

part one / two

“I don’t think I want to do gymnastics anymore."

The car comes to a stop right in front of your apartment. You slam on the brake so hard that Ji-tae nearly jolts from his seat.

“This again?” you murmur quietly, aggressively putting the car in park. “I’ve already paid for the next few months.”

“Lisa would give you the money back.” your son retorts.

“What’s going on?” you ask. You take your seatbelt off. “You’ve been quiet the entire ride home and now all of a sudden you want to quit?” 

You don’t mean to raise your voice at Ji-tae. It wasn’t him who had you at edge, it was Jungkook. The entire ride home, you had clenched the steering wheel so tightly that you were sure your palms would bleed. Your heart hadn’t stopped beating, either, and all you could think about was the look on Jungkook’s face as the elevator doors closed.

“I could ask you the same thing.” 

“Excuse me?” you snicker. You knew sooner or later, Ji-tae would be a teenager. Having a teenager meant dealing with the smart remarks that came with it.

“Nothing.”

When Ji-tae lifts his hand to open his door, you stop him. “We aren’t done talking.” you tell him. “Tell me what’s going on. Do you not enjoy it anymore?”

Ji-tae lowers his hand to his side. He looks at you fully now. “I do.” he says.

“Then why do you keep insisting on quitting?” you question. “I told you I can afford it now.”

Ji-tae swallows. His mind flashes with the older man - obviously your boss - sitting behind the desk. His eyes watching you, and then him.

“Tae…” you trail off. You knew your son enough to know that something was troubling him. 

“Are you sleeping with him?”

The car grows quiet. You’re left stunned - far too stunned to form a sentence right now.

You hadn’t expected that to be your son's question. As your mind races, the pieces slowly begin to work. It explained the look on your son's face when he stared at you, and then to Jungkook. The glare in his eyes…

No parent wants to be in your shoes right now. You feel so small in your son's gaze, one that resemblances Jungkook far too much for you to handle right now.

“You are.” Ji-tae deadpans.

“Tae,” you sigh, closing your eyes. “What-”

“That’s how you’re paying for it, right?” your son interrupts, his voice rising. “That’s how you got this car, too?”

“Tae - Tae!”

You get out of the car just as Ji-tae does. You slam the door behind you, not even bothering to lock it. You follow him right into the apartment. “Stop-”

“If that’s what you have to do to pay for everything then-”

“Didn’t I tell you to stop?!” you hiss at your son, your tone low and full of anger - but not at him. At yourself for putting your son in this position. Ji-tae may be young, yes, but he wasn’t dumb nor naive - especially not how you were when you were his age. He was highly aware of the world he lived in, even if he didn't speak it aloud.

Now, Ji-tae probably saw you differently. 

“I told you to stop worrying about shit that doesn’t concern you!” you continue. Sometimes, you think the way you speak to your son, and the way he responds to you, isn’t that of a mother and son. You could blame that on teen pregnancy.

Ji-tae snickers. “It does concern me. If you’re sleeping with him to pay-”

“Stop.” you hiss, eyes widening at him. “It’s…complicated, Tae…” you take a deep breath. “You’re too young to understand it.” 

You lean against the closed front door and sigh. Jumping into an abyss would be easier than having this conversation with a 13 year old.

“I’m old enough.” Ji-tae retorts. 

You snort. You tilt your head a bit as you peer at your son. You lick your lips, your throat clogging up. 

“I’m old enough to know that you look like you’re about to…cry.” Ji-tae murmurs. His shoulders slump a bit and now he feels remorseful. Maybe he should take your advice and remain his age - a part of him wants to. The other part of him hears his grandmother's words and her condescending tone telling him that you couldn’t afford the luxuries you give him - not without that job. In such a short amount of time, you’ve given him everything he’s asked for and more. You surprised him with a new gaming system, along with the overly expensive gaming chair you’ve remembered him speaking about.

But Ji-tae knows that he’ll gladly give it all aways if it meant you didn’t have to do what he’s suspect you are doing.

“I don’t want you to hate me.” you respond.

Sometimes you felt like it was your son who was the parent. You blame it on you being nothing but a dumb teenager when you had him, forced to grow up entirely too fast that you skipped the pivotal chapters. He was far wiser than anyone you’ve met his age, a trait you knew he hadn’t gotten from you.

“I don’t hate you.” Ji-tae swallows. “I don't want you to be taken advantage of, either.”

“You look just like him, you know? Your eyes were probably clouded with so much animosity that you hadn’t seen it.”

You make your way towards the kitchen. You could go for a drink right now, but you've decided that you’ll have to live with the self-pity for just a bit longer.

Ji-tae hovers in the door frame of said kitchen. He’s silent, replaying what you said in his mind.

“You said you’re old enough, right?” you ask. Ji-tae is eerily silent. “That’s Jungkook. He’s…your father.”

The word father coming from your lips sounds entirely too foreign.

There was a time that Ji-tae had asked about his father. He was only 7, you recall, and older than when you expected him to ask. You thought you prepared yourself for this moment, but even after he has asked you such an innocent question, you were left stunned for longer than you should’ve.

 “You don’t have a dad..” Ji-tae pointed out, his small hand in yours as you and he strolled home from school. It’s an activity he remembers enjoying because it meant you and he could stop for ice cream. It was only when he was older did he realize why you never got yourself any.

You laughed at how blunt children could be. “I do.” you told him. 

“Grandma says he’s in the ground.”

You nodded your head slowly. Your father wasn’t dead, he was just dead to your mother.

“Is my dad in the ground-”

“No!” you quipped. “He’s…just not around right now.”

It was the only explanation you’ve given Ji-tae and even then he took it. He hadn’t asked again, even if you told yourself that if he did, you’d explain it better to him. A part of you wished that you had more time but 6 years was enough time for you to say something to him.

Now, however, Ji-tae isn’t saying anything. He stands in the doorway and peers at you with familiar dark eyes that you weren’t sure you could handle.

“Tae,” you begin. “I didn’t-”

“Grandmother said you didn’t know who he was.”

You roll your eyes, because of course your mother would tell him that. You ponder how long your son sat and thought about you in a certain light.

“I did.” your teeth grits. “And if she was truly paying attention to who I brought in, she’d know, too.” you murmur, more to yourself than to Ji-tae.

 While you were more involved in your son's life - his interests, friends, hobbies and all - your mother gave you the freedom to do whatever. You’re positive she regretted it in the end.

Ji-tae is quiet again, but his eyebrows knit together.

“Whats on your mind?” you ask him. 

“So what?” your son shrugs his shoulders. “Why is he here now? Did he offer you this job out of pity or something?”

“What?” you shake your head. “Tae-”

“He wasn’t around for 13 years, ma. You don’t have to go back and do that-”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Your body warms with hot embarrassment at how conscious your son could be. Sometimes, though you’re grateful that he isn’t, you’d wish he’d be like the other boys his age and worry about childish things.

“Tae, stop.” you interrupt. “I don’t want you to,” you swallow, eyes fluttering open to look at your son. Your heart jolts. “hate him.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” your son snorts.

“Because,” 

Ji-tae knows that when you bounce your leg it means that you’re nervous. You always tend to avoid his eyes.

“he didn’t know about you.”

There isn’t any weight lifted from your shoulders like you wished there would be.

“We drifted apart. I got pregnant, and he went to college.” you deadpan. “I never told him about the pregnancy. I never thought I’d see him again.” you admitted. “I didn’t know he’d be who he was today. I didn’t know it was his company I was interviewing for.”

In front of Jungkook, the clouds appear like an ocean full of cotton, the sky a fiery pink and purple. The sun is setting and it glows intensively just outside his window. He watches it from his seat, only blinking when he feels his eyes grow dry.

Jungkook’s mind replays the last 13 years in his mind for any clues he may have not noticed until now. It’s easier to pinpoint when you fell pregnant as it was only one time, but when did you find out? Was it prior to graduation or after?

Ji-tae’s face flashes through his mind. The glaring look that he sends his way is far too obvious that he for one, didn’t know who he was, and for two, held great animosity for him.

Jungkook inhales deeply through his nose and closes his eyes for a bit. It appears that things with you were more complicated than he thought they were.

Just then, Jungkook’s ears perk at the sound of the elevator. “Lei…” he grumbles underneath his breath. “...I have enough surprises.”

Who Jungkook was hoping to see was you. He had gone through several scenarios in how he would approach this.

You were scared, obviously. You didn’t tell him because you yourself were afraid of how he’d react. It’s the reason why, for a while, you kept the pregnancy hidden. There were no records of you giving birth to Ji-tae because they were hidden.

Even if Jungkook was optimistic, there was still the lingering thought in his mind that told him you had hidden the pregnancy for the same reason you decided to ignore him all together. That thought alone plagued his thoughts and feeds on the insecurity he told himself he got rid of years ago.

You weren’t behind the door when Jungkook turns just as they open. Instead, it was Ji-tae again. He doesn’t step inside and the uncertain look on his face tells Jungkook that even he hadn’t thought about what he’d say.

Jungkook peers inside the elevator to find that he’s alone. “Where’s Y/N?” he questions.

“Home.” Ji-tae responds quietly.

Jungkook blinks.

Ji-tae does, as well.

“You can come in.” suggests Jungkook awkwardly. “Does she know you’re here?”

Jungkook’s eyes capture the way Ji-tae runs a hand through his hair before hesitantly walking through the office. Instantly, his eyes soften at the realization that the younger boy knows more than he did when he left.

“No.” Ji-tae responds. “I snuck out.”

Just great, Jungkook thinks. At first, he thought your motherly instinct came natural to you when you interacted with Jinah. Instead, you had 13 years of experience on your belt that gave you a head start. Witnessing the worried expression on your face earlier only told Jungkook that it was a matter of time before you realized your son was gone.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Jungkook rolls his leather seat out and prepares to sit. “She’ll be worried.”

“You don’t have to play the fatherly role.” Ji-tae retorts with a roll of his eyes. In that instinct, he saw you in the boy that resembles him.

Jungkook nods his head gently and says, “Do you want to sit?”

Jungkook motions for the leather seat on the opposite side of his desk. 

“You came all this way for a reason, right? What’s on your mind?”

Ji-tae finds it easier to talk where he’s standing - which is awkwardly by the closed elevator. He doesn’t realize the height Jungkook possesses until he does get closer, or the dark eyes that seem to follow him as he sits down. In that moment, he believes his mother is right about the resemblance he holds to this same man.

Jungkook sits down, as well. His office is far too quiet for his own liking.

“What’s going on between you and my mother?”

Straight to the point, Jungkook notes. Another thing he inherited from you.

“Well,” Jungkook begins. “she works-”

“I know you’re sleeping with her.” Ji-tae interrupts, and that shuts Jungkook right up. “I’m not sure if you gave her this job out of pity or-”

“Pity?” Jungkook is confused now. 

“Yes, pity.” Ji-tae swallows the lump in his throat. “I already told her she doesn’t need to pay for my classes anymore, so you can-”

“I didn’t hire your mother out of pity.” Jungkook interrupts the boy all together with a shake of his head. “I…what did she tell you about me?”

“What she told me is something I’m not sure I believe entirely.” Ji-tae murmurs. 

“And what are you unsure about?” Jungkook leans against the desk.

“If you truly had no idea about me at all.”

Jungkook is taken aback and he visibly winces. Ji-tae bites the inside of his cheek, thinking it’s something he shouldn’t have said.

“As I was walking away she said that,” Ji-tae takes a deep breath. “that you were already accepted at some college and she didn’t want to ruin it.”

Didn’t want to ruin it, Jungkook thinks. His foot begins to tap against the marble floor. His eyes blink a few times.

“Were you two dating?”

Ji-tae knows it isn’t any of his business truly, even if it was the reason why he was alive right now. However, a part of him doesn’t want to leave just yet.

“No. Not really.” Jungkook murmurs. 

“Oh…”

“I loved her.” Jungkook nods his head, leaning back against the chair. He feels exhausted in just a short amount of time. “I would’ve stayed if she told me.”

Ji-tae doesn’t know what to say, but before he has a chance to,  a loud ring sounds throughout the office. Immediately, he knows it’s you calling.

“I guess she found out I’m not home.” Ji-tae sighs, your name flashing on his phone.

“You should answer it. You don’t want to worry her.”

Ji-tae takes a glance at Jungkook. “She’s going to be pissed at me.” he mumbles. “Can you talk to her?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened a bit. A part of his heart softens at the request. The other side knows that you would be just as equally pissed at him as you were with Ji-tae. However, Jungkook nods his head and holds out his hand for the ringing phone.

When he answers, you’re already on the other side demanding where Ji-tae was and why in the world he would leave without letting her know.

“Y/N.” Jungkook speaks into the phone. Ji-tae watches as the yelling stops for a moment, his eyes hopeful. “He’s fine. Maybe we should all talk together.”

Time’s were once simpler, you recall, like the moments you’d sneak out with your own friends. 

It’s something you shouldn’t have done, but your mothers disregard gave you freedom a teenager shouldn’t have and you took advantage of it. 

At times, you could feel it; the wind blowing through your hair whenever you drove with the windows down. When you heard a particular song that you’d once belt at the top of your lungs alongside them. You could taste the cheap alcohol that was either stolen from your parents, or liquor stores. Sometimes both.

The first time you’ve been to Jungkook’s house was one of those nights. The streets were quiet as you stumbled into his backyard, a borrowed  pair of heels in your hand. The look on Jungkook’s face when he saw you at his window. “You shouldn’t be walking alone at night.” you recall him scolding you softly, a hand around your waist to assist you in coming in through his window. “You can’t be too loud, my brother’s room is right across from mine.”

You weren’t sure why you made your way to Jungkook’s house. It felt better than going home alone, you thought, or continuing to do dumb shit with your friends that teenagers had no business doing. You dropped your heels and tilted your head at Jungkook.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” you asked. “Jacking off again?”

The redness on Jungkook’s face is something you always found cute. It’s the reason why you often teased him to no end. You licked your lips, eyes glancing around Jungkook’s bedroom. Far tidier than you’d imagine a teenage boy's room to look. “You’re such a nerd.” you murmured to him upon witnessing a tall shelf with comic books and figurines on it.

“I wouldn’t be able to do your homework if I wasn’t one.” was Jungkook’s response. “I wasn’t jacking off.”

Your eyes turned back to Jungkook, his ears just as red as his cheeks. Maybe it’s the booze in your system that has you giggling uncontrollably, a hand over your lips. You plopped down onto his bed, snuggling yourself into his comforter. “I don’t believe you. Other boys are out and you’re in your room fucking your hand. It’s pathetic.”

You never believed your own words. You found Jungkook interesting, which was the reason you kept returning time and time again. It was more than using the boy to do your assignments and projects. With time, you enjoyed playing with Jungkook - if it was forcing him to smell your panties, sitting into his lap “innocently” to the point you felt an obvious bulge, or even forcing him to speak so demeaning to himself. 

However, it isn’t always that. You did like to hear Jungkook talk about things that he was passionate about. Video games, or certain movies - mainly marvel. He’d sit and explain an entire timeline to you that you actually listened to. It made you realize you didn’t have anything like that yourself that you were passionate about. 

“You’re probably right.” was Jungkook’s response. His eyes focused on the way your skirt rises up, his morality screaming to stop being so perverted. It was obvious you were far too intoxicated.

“You’re such a virgin.” you giggled. “Aren’t you glad I've given you all your firsts so far?”

You lift from Jungkook’s bed to face him. He licks his lips, doe-like eyes widening. His heart was pumping in his chest. “I am glad,” he murmured. 

“Say thank you.” your eyes harden a bit, however your own heart jolts, as well. “I gave you your first kiss, right? Your first handjob, too. You should be more grateful that someone like me pities you enough.”

Again, Jungkook’s body warmed. You were always so quick to remind him everything you’ve done to him, even if it was just a secret you and he shared. How could you tell your friends that you enjoyed playing with Jungkook, someone they deemed beneath them? A loser? 

“T-Thank you.” Jungkook stammered.  

You broke out into a smile. It’s low and a bit sinister, but Jungkook still thinks you’re far too pretty and someone who couldn’t do any wrong. “Have you ever thought about…me fucking you, Kookie?”

It’s easy to notice the growing bulge in Jungkook’s pajama pants. It excites you to no end.

Jungkook’s heart thumped even louder because yes, he absolutely had thought about it. He didn’t know what sex felt like yet, but he imagined - with you - it would be something incredible. 

“Yes.” Jungkook murmured.

You laughed.

Your laugh is just as demeaning as your tone always was.

“You’re such a pervert.” you quip. “Say it.”

“I’m a pervert.” Jungkook mumbled. From across the hall, he hears his brother’s tv sounds.

You laughed again. You were too buzzed to handle Jungkook and his submission. 

“You’d do whatever I tell you to, huh?” you tease, a grin on your lips. “I should stop being so mean to you, right?”

Jungkook wasn’t sure where the sudden change in your demeanor went. It happened fast, your teasing and soft eyes, to something more serious. He didn’t have the chance to question you on it before you return back to what you once were. “Take your pants off.”

“W-Why?”

“Just do it.” you shrugged your shoulders.

Jungkook had a lot of memories of you and he drawn into his memories. This moment, watching the way you hike up your skirt to remove your own panties and toss them aside, was one of many. He recalls the way he does as he’s told easily, his cock hardened at just the mere sight of you.

Jungkook remembers the way his bed creaks when you push him onto it and get on top of him, your thighs caging him between you. You sit directly on him, your clit grinding against his shaft. This was the closest he’s ever been to having sex, and he wasn’t even inside of you - that didn’t make it any less exciting for him.

“You don’t have to do this.” was what you hadn’t expected to hear from him - or any teenage boy. “You’re drunk, right?”

You recall the way your nails dig into his shoulders and how wide your eyes got. Your heart had jolted once more, but you were always left confused whenever Jungkook showed signs of genuine concern for you. 

“I’m not drunk.” you murmured to him. It wasn’t a complete lie, you were buzzed, yes, but not completely incoherent. “Maybe I feel sorry for you being all alone.”

It was you who felt lonely after far too many drinks, your mind clouded with the very boy beneath you.

 You press yourself firmly against him. “I left my friends to come here.”

You lied and told them you had to go home.

“Aren’t you happy?”

You didn’t know how you'd act if Jungkook had rejected you fully at that moment. 

Jungkook doesn’t. He tells you that he is happy - and it was genuine. He’s happy that you chose him out of anyone to do this with, even if his cock wasn’t inside you. Feeling your pussy, warm, wet and dripping all over him, was enough.

You weren’t quiet in the slightest, however, no matter how hard Jungkook pleaded with you with fluttering eyes. You were in bliss yourself, your hips rutting, slippery pussy gliding against his hard cock. Your hands tug at his own to touch you anywhere, stating that he should be grateful you were here with him right now.

“I think I’m going to cum-”

Jungkook didn’t mean to slam his hand against your lips, he just didn’t need anyone waking up and hearing you right now. 

What Jungkook didn’t expect was your tongue to wrap around his fingers and suckle onto them, blurry eyes staring right at him. He cums, it’s hard and fast and sticks all over you, but you don’t care because you cum right along with him.

You share many memories with Jungkook, even if your situation with him only lasts a school year. That was the first time he had told you about his college entrance exams, stating that the very next morning he had to take them. You recalled the way he calls you a good luck charm when he places an arm around your waist and holds you close to him, the intimacy frightening you to no end.

Jungkook recalls the way you were gone by the time he woke up the following morning as if a fragment of his own imagination.

Now, Jungkook watches the way his son - it was weird to even think about - eyes stare at the large estate as he drives through the gates. 

Ji-tae doesn’t say anything. He hadn’t said much the entire ride there. Your car is already waiting for them as they arrive and once Jungkook pulls in, you’re already getting out of the car.

“You live here?” Ji-tae murmurs as Jungkook puts the car in park. A part of him isn’t ready to face you.

“Yes.” Jungkook responds. “Are you hungry? Dinner should be served soon.”

Ji-tae furrows his brows. “You have a cook?”

“Only sometimes.” Jungkook admits. “There was no time for me to cook today.” he trails off, because it was obvious. He had to find someone else to pick up Jinah entirely instead of you like she’s used to.

You have to admit seeing Jungkook and Ji-tae together does something to your heart. You didn’t want to face the reality of it all, however, especially when Jungkook draws nearer. “He’s hungry.”

“He always is.” you glance at Ji-tae, who adverts his eyes as soon as you look at him. “I was just about to start cooking until I realized you were gone.”

“We need to talk.”

“I should take Ji-tae-”

“It wasn’t a suggestion.” Jungkook interrupts. 

You take a deep breath. “I’m taking my son-”

“Your son?!” Jungkook scoffs at your choice of words.

You swallow. “Get in the car, Tae.” your words grit out. “Jungkook, I’ll-”

“He’s hungry.” Jungkook hisses, his eyes glaring towards you. 

Ji-tae has never been in a parental dispute before. In just a short amount of time, he realized he had a father.

 No, his father wasn’t dead. 

Yes, his mother knew exactly who he was.

And he was right in the middle of it all.

“Let him eat.” Jungkook continues. “You and I need to talk.”

There wasn’t any getting out of this, you note. Jungkook’s eyes are hard and staring right through you. 

“Fine.” you quip. 

Sitting across from a child that looked just like him wasn’t on Ji-tae’s itinerary.

Jeon Jinah stares at Ji-tae just as he stares right back at her. His stomach rumbles when he smells the food that the older man - a chef - places right in front of them. 

Jinah watches curiously as the older boy eats as if he hadn’t in days. It reminds her of when her dad eats, shoving food down faster than he could chew. It makes her laugh but just a bit and she follows his lead, shoving food into her own mouth just as aggressively.

“That’s it?” Jungkook scoffs. “That’s all you have to say to me? It is what it is?”

Jungkook’s office is the furthest from the dining area that would grant them such privacy.

“You kept my son-”

“You have no proof that he’s yours.” you deadpan, only because you had no actual argument.

“Can you be serious for once, Y/N?” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “You’re actually so fucking selfish.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, your eyes glaring daggers at him. “I’m selfish?” you spit.

“Yeeesss!” Jungkook hisses. “What the fuck have I done to you?”

You snicker. “I don’t have time for this.” you wave Jungkook off. You were only willing to talk because it was evident Jungkook wasn’t going to let you leave - and you didn’t want to cause a scene with Ji-tae watching and Jinah close.

Your hands grasp the doorknob to get out of this entirely, but from behind you Jungkook slams it shut. “You’re good for that, aren’t you?” he hisses.

“Fuck off, Kook.” you push yourself away from him. 

“No.” Jungkook steps closer to you. “That’s all you do, Y/N. You keep running. How long are you going to run until you’re out of breath?”

“When are you going to get out of the past?” you question. “You’ve forced me-”

Jungkook laughs in disbelief. “I didn’t force you to do anything.”

“No?” It was your turn to laugh. “Was it not you claiming that you wouldn’t let me leave?”

“You’re changing the subject. That isn’t the point and you know it.” Jungkook barks. “Why are you choosing to ignore the elephant in the room? The elephant being a 13 year old child. My child.”

You cross your arms over your chest. You didn’t have an answer. At least not the right one Jungkook would be looking for. Your body is hot and you were in fight or flight mode - and he knows exactly which mode you’ll rather be taking now. 

“It is,” your eyes look at Jungkook’s once more. “what it is.” 

Jungkook takes a deep breath. His throat makes a noise - a snicker of disbelief. He blinks a few times. He recalls the one and only time he’s ever put a hand on a woman and it was Jinah’s mother - for good reason, he always tells himself. But now, he finds that he wants to do the same to you. He doesn’t, but the thought flickers in his mind. 

“Did you hate me that much?” 

Your hard demeanor crumbles at Jungkook’s words. Even more at the crack in his voice at the end of his question. You don’t look at him anymore, and instantly Jungkook notices. 

“You did.” Jungkook licks his lips. “Whatever animosity you felt towards me, Y/N, you didn’t have to take it out on him.” 

“I didn’t take anything out on Ji-tae!” you hiss, uncrossing your arms. 

“You did!” Jungkook barks back. “You denied him a father, have you not?” 

The way you flinch has Jungkook taking a step back. He swallows the lump in his throat. He has to calm himself down, he thinks. 

“For once, can you just think about how I feel?” Jungkook questions. “To have him look at me the way he did. With such animosity. He thought you were lying to him.” 

You turn away from Jungkook. The study is large with books lining the wall. A studded leather seat sits behind a desk that looks obsessively organized. You don’t care about the study or the desk, you just don’t want Jungkook to look at you right now. Your eyes were beginning to burn and it was you that now appeared utterly pathetic. 

“About…what?” you murmur. 

“About not knowing he existed.” Jungkook grits his teeth. “He thought I abandoned him, Y/N. That now I pity you and-“

“I told him the truth!” you exclaim, still your back turned away from him. “I…I don’t want him to hate you.”

“Too late for that.” Jungkook scoffs. “I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t believe it, either. It still hurts.”

You squeeze your eyes close. You didn’t want to be here anymore and have to face the consequences of your actions. Jungkook was right to feel how he does. You should have told him about your pregnancy. You should have explained it all to him - your feelings, no matter how confused you were about them, your reasoning for leaving him alone entirely. All of it.

And not even just Jungkook, but Ji-tae. You had taken a father away from him. Even if you told yourself you were doing the right thing, it didn’t mean that it was the right thing. There’s a part of Ji-tae that he’s missed out on for so long that he’s told you himself he doesn’t want if it meant hurting you. 

“I didn’t hate you.” you murmur, so low and defeated. 

“You sure?” Jungkook snickers. You haven’t turned around yet. “Could have fooled me. You know…I told you about Jinah,” he begins. “about how she needed a woman in her life. Why didn’t you tell me then? You didn’t think Ji-tae needed a father in his life?”

“Of course I did.” 

Your throat begins to ache and before you know it, you feel your cheeks wet. You were crying, something you didn’t want - not in front of Jungkook. 

“Maybe I wasn’t the father you thought he needed.” 

Jungkook speaks so certainly. He’s doing what he always does when it comes to you. He gets further into his head, his own insecurities speaking louder than you are. 

“What?” You wipe your own eyes and sniffle a bit. “What the fuck are you on about now, Kook?”

“Well what else could it be?” Jungkook exclaims. “You made your choice 13 years ago. You ghosted me and took Ji-tae with you.”

“That’s not true.” you turn around, eyes glossy and red. 

“Then tell me what the fuck is the truth?!”  Jungkook is taken aback by your appearance. Glossy eyes, trembling lips. He realized he’s never seen you cry before - or look this vulnerable. “I followed you around because I was pathetic, right? I did your homework and all assignments.”

“Stop.” you hiss, but he doesn’t.

“I did whatever you told me to do. I touched myself in front of you because you told me to. I smelt your panties because you told me to.” 

Jungkook is now a few inches away from you. He’s angered, similar to the way he was in his office hours ago. 

“I told you I loved you.” Jungkook murmurs. “And still I wasn't good enough for you.”

You push past Jungkook, feeling the familiar ache in your throat. You’re at his office door again - you couldn’t deal with this. Not now.

“There you go again.” Jungkook is behind you just as you peel the door open. “Running away from your problems.”

You don’t make it far out the door before Jungkook is grasping your bicep and yanking you back. 

“Be honest for once, Y/N. Say it.” Jungkook forces you to face him. “Tell me how pathetic I am, again. Isn’t that why you left me? You’ll rather have Ji-tae grow up without a father than for me to be that.”

You push at Jungkook’s chest as hard as you could. His grip on your bicep disappears, but you can still feel his fingers on you. 

“Don’t you think I did it because of you?!” you hiss, pushing him again. 

“Because of me?!” Jungkook’s eyes widened at your audacity. 

“Yes, you!” you bellow. You don’t mean to. The door is wide open now and you’re positive Ji-tae and Jinah could hear. “I didn’t have what you did. I wasn’t accepted anywhere like you!” 

You push him again, but this time Jungkook doesn’t attempt to dodge your attack. 

“I didn’t have parents that cared about me like you did. Do you really think you’ll be where you are now if I would have told you?” 

Jungkook watches the way you cry once more. That was twice in just a short amount of time. You’ve stopped pushing him and instead sob just a bit. 

Now, Jungkook feels terrible. His words replay in his mind and he comes to the actuality of your words. You did it for him. 

“Y/N…”

Your sobbing stops. You peer, through blurred eyes, the look that Jungkook gives you. Instantly, it angers you. You hated being pitied.

“Shut up and don’t look at me!” you hiss.

“Don’t do that.” Jungkook shakes his head with a sigh. “Don’t shut me out again.”

Jungkook wants to reach out and touch you, but he’s afraid that you’d attack him for real this time. 

“Do you really think,” you wipe at your eyes bitterly. “that your parents would’ve allowed you to give everything you worked for…for me?” you scoff. “A slut who got herself pregnant-“

“I got you pregnant.” Jungkook interrupts. “Stop blaming yourself, Y/N. You didn’t do anything by yourself. I loved you more than going to fucking college.”

You scoff and shake your head. “You don’t get it, Kook. Do you really think I wanted you to do that?”

Before Jungkook has the chance to get further into his own head and jump through conclusions, you continue. 

“Do you really think I wanted you to give up everything you worked hard for? For me? 

Watching Jungkok with his family, from afar, was enough for you to come to the conclusion that you’d keep this pregnancy to yourself; at least for now. Even now, you recall the way your stomach sunk at the look on Jungkook’s face. He’s holding up his diploma as he takes pictures alongside his parents. There’s several medals around his neck and even an award in his hand.

Jungkook wasn’t like you - you thought it right there. Jungkook had two parents that loved him. He had parents that were proud of him. His own mother had tears in her own eyes as she stared at her son so lovingly.

Proudly.

“Cheer up!” Ava exclaimed, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. She shakes you a bit. She doesn’t know about your pregnancy, nor does she know just who you’re staring at. “We actually passed!”

“Thanks to Jungkook.” Lia giggled on the other side of you. “College is going to be hard without him. We sure as hell ain't going where he is.” 

You felt your stomach churn at the mention of Jungkook. To your friends, he was nothing but a nerd you used to get what you wanted out of him, and in a way he was. However, you hadn’t told them how your heart felt whenever you were around him. You hadn’t told them how funny Jungkook actually was, and smarter than he even shows. 

Your friends didn’t know about you sneaking away from them to visit Jungkook in his bedroom. How your heart felt as he held you all night - how you wished you’d stay but forced yourself to leave even before the sun came up. 

Your friends didn’t know that you preferred the company of Jungkook over theirs. 

“Yeah.” you murmur. “We aren’t.”

Now, Jungkook stares at you. You’re breathing so heavily and for the first time, you actually feel like just a bit of weight is coming off of your shoulders.

“Look at everything you’ve accomplished.” you wave your hand around at the estate - at everything, truly. “The business. The success. Do you really think you’d have it if you hadn’t left?”

The question has Jungkook stunned. He’s silent, pondering on it. Would he, he thinks, have it all? You were the main cause of his success. You leaving him gave him the drive he needed to be where he was today. It was an action he took to prove to you that he was worthy, even if he never saw you again. 

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, his heart jumping in his chest. 

“No, right?” you run a hand over your hair, chuckling a bit. Bitterly. “You wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t have cared, either.” Jungkook responds. “I would have been fine going to community college. Or nowhere at all if it meant I could have stayed with you.”

You feel that ping in your chest again. It’s the same feeling you felt all those years ago while in Jungkook’s room. The way he looked in your eyes and told you that you didn’t have to do this. It’s a feeling you’ve never felt until that moment, you recall. The softness in his voice and the genuine look in his eye. 

“Jinah wouldn’t be here.” you mumble. Jungkook wasn't getting it, you think, or at least not in the way you need him to. 

Jungkook is silent once more. 

Jinah.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook feels that wave of exhaustion flows through him once more. 

“Stay here tonight.” Jungkook pleads. “And don’t leave this time.”

You knit your brows. “What do you mean?”

“You always leave. Everytime.” Jungkook murmurs. “Like you did the first time. In my bedroom. You leave before we have the chance to actually talk.”

You bite your lip. Now wasn’t the time for you to bottle your emotions and mask them underneath slick remarks. 

“I want us to talk when we’re both level headed. Right now…let’s just eat. As a family.”

Jungkook steps out into the hallway and presses a hand onto your shoulder. He peers down at you, tilting his head just a bit. His eyes are curious. He wants to know what you’re thinking. He wants to ask everything - how was your pregnancy? How did you find out it was a boy? Did you have him naturally? Jungkook couldn’t imagine how you felt in labor, alone without him there to comfort you.

Jungkook’s lips are warm against your head. Your shoulders slump a bit, a sudden calmness overcoming you.

Ji-tae watches from the corner. Jinah is behind him. She’s confused, maybe even a bit upset at how irate her father appeared. She looks up at him with similarly dark eyes, her clothes ruined by attempting to keep up with him in eating.

“Are they fighting?” Jinah whispers. 

“We gotta go sit down.” was Ji-tae’s response just as Jungkook lifts his lips from your forehead. “I bet you can’t beat me to the table.”

Jinah instantly forgets the yelling just down the hall and runs as fast as her legs could bring her. Ji-tae glances back at you - the sight of you and Jungkook. His mind races with questions that he himself wishes he had the answers to. Instead, he turns on his feels and strolls after Jinah, assuring she got to the table right before he had. 

Jinah talks - and talks, and talks. It makes the dinner table feel a bit less awkward. Her main fascination now was Ji-tae - the new boy who was older, but not yet a man like her father. She asked question after question and it’s Jungkook who’s impressed by how patient he was. He answers all of her questions while Jinah sits with dirtied designer clothes and stained cheeks.

You’re a bit amused - and maybe even a little content - with watching Jinah and Ji-tae, even if she doesn’t fully comprehend who he is just yet. She invites him to her ballet recital, stating that he could sit front row alongside you and her dad. At first she was disappointed with hearing “I’ll try”, but it subsides when Ji-tae tells her it would depend if he was done with his gymnastic meets. As if on queue, her - and Jungkook’s - ears perk. The younger girl goes on and on without taking as much as a breath in how she too takes gymnastics - how she flips and always lands on her feet; unlike the other girls her age.

“Can I go?!” Jinah then turns to Jungkook - because she always did. There wasn’t anything she couldn’t get out of him, her matching eyes staring longingly at him until he eventually gave in.

“I don’t think-” was all Jungkook could get out before her eyes began to water rather dramatically. Jinah knew that her father was leading up to a no, and a young girl with a closet just for her dolls, designer clothing and a tea set imported from Europe wasn’t accustomed to anything that wasn’t yes.

“You can come.” Ji-tae speaks up. “On one condition.”

Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief when Jinahs eyes - that coincidently appears dry now - turns to Ji-tae.

“Con..di..shon.” Jinah squints her eyes. She doesn’t know what that means.

“Condition. Like…a promise.” Ji-tae takes another bite of the steak. It happened to be his second plate right when you and Jungkook arrived. “When I come in first place, you cheer louder than everyone there.”

It’s you that rolls your eyes - Ji-tae was always competitive, a trait he didn’t get from you as you couldn’t care less about coming on top. “It’s a local competition, so she won’t be kicked out.”

You learned the hard way when Ji-tae was 10. To think of the amount of money you spent leading up to the competition, you’d be able to cheer.

Jungkook watches the way Jinah lifts her pinky as if she was signing a contract. He glances your way to find you’re already looking at him and he thinks maybe things are going to be alright  - at least in this moment.

Currently, Ji-tae lays in the large bed in Jungkook’s home. He’s wearing headphones, his eyes staring right on the ceiling. His mind is clouded a bit, drifting to everything that he’s learned all in one day. He thinks of your and Jungkook’s conversation that you hadn’t known he was listening to, how you stated you didn’t have the things Jungkook had. He thinks of the pictures that were lining the living room walls of Jinah in different stages - gymnastics, ballet, her first days of pre-school and kindergarten.

Ji-tae even notices other pictures of families, but his eyes don't linger on them for longer than he needed to.

Ji-tae stirs when the dim room begins to brighten. He removes the headphones from around him and lifts up from his laying position to look towards the door. 

Jinah’s so small as she peers in. She opens it more once she realizes that Ji-tae is already up.

She’s holding something in her hands when she comes deeper in. Ji-tae sets the headphones beside him and goes towards the lamp on the end table and turns it on.

“Ice cream.” Jinah murmurs quietly as this was one of her biggest secrets once her father went to bed. She’s none the wiser about the cameras in the home, nor does Jungkook ever scold her about her late night ice cream adventures.

Ji-tae is amused when Jinah holds out the ice-cream for him. It’s wrapped in white wrapping and instantly, he knows it’s a drumstick. He takes it from her small hands. “Thanks.” he whispers to her. 

Jinah settles onto the bed, her legs crossed as she messily opens the ice cream, a few of the roasted peanuts falling onto her pajamas and onto the bed.

You sit on Jungkook’s bed, your eyes lingering on his back. It flexes each time he moves his arms as he dries his hair. You had showered after dinner when he was getting Jinah ready for bed, and as he did, you had spoken to Ji-tae about spending the night, assuring that in the morning you’d get him a change of clothes and her gym bag. 

“I think he hates me.”

Jungkook turns around to face you. You’re already watching him. He thinks you look cute when you wear his clothing, now only being in an oversize shirt as you didn’t have any of your own clothes here.

“Ji-tae doesn’t hate you.” you say to him. “Why do you feel that way?”

Jungkook strolls towards the right of the room and back towards the bathroom. He hands his towel to dry before returning. “I don’t know, really.” he admits. “I might just be projecting. I mean…I’d hate me if I was him.”

“Come here.” you gesture for Jungkook to take a seat besides you. He’s only wearing underwear, prepared for bed. You want to do just that, but you also know Jungkook wouldn’t be able to sleep if his mind was so hell-bent on telling him he was hated by a 13 year old.

Jungkook does. You face him as he sits down, your eyes take in his face, to his bare chest.

You take a deep breath. For a moment, you are both silent. Jungkook knits his brows a bit - it looks like you want to say something, but it appears to be troubling you. There’s a slight grimace on your face.

“I’m sorry.” you mumble.

Jungkook blinks.

Then, Jungkook blinks again. He blinks a total of five times.

 His eyebrows soften. “That took a lot out of you, huh?” he snickers, his lips twitching.

The snarky side of you would’ve snapped at him by now, something that wouldn’t have offended him entirely because he loves it, but you note that it wasn’t the time for that. Jungkook, after having some time to think over your words, had calmed down from earlier.

“I’m sorry, too.”

“For what?” you ask. “You didn’t do anything.”

Unless you count the way he spoke to you after not seeing you for 13 years. Or how unprofessional the relationship you and he had as boss and “assistant”. The list could go on - how he talked about you to his closest friends that he met in college, said friends that now despise you without even truly knowing you. How he had resentment towards you that caused him to take it out on every woman afterwards.

It isn’t Jungkook’s proudest moments.

“You had to go through it all alone, right?” Jungkook questions. “I can be upset with you for how things happened, but I can also try to put myself in your shoes.”

You hated being sentimental. It was a weird feeling - different than the sexual tension that Jungkook fucked out of you. That was easier than sitting here right now underneath his gaze. Your throat begins to ache and your heart does the annoying jolting again.

“I would’ve stayed.” Jungkook repeats his words from earlier.

“That would’ve been dumb.” you snort, glancing away from him to further avoid his gaze. “You would’ve stayed with the bitch that used you?”

Your foot begins to bounce slightly.

“You were too kind, Kook.” you say. “You let me use you and-”

“Was I not a willing participant?” Jungkook interrupts you. He leans closer to you, reaching out to gently poke your cheek. “You speak as if you took advantage of me, Y/N. I did your homework because I wanted to. I skipped classes because I wanted to.”

When you finally turn back towards Jungkook, you find that his own eyes are already waiting for you.

You exhale. “I thought you would’ve found a girlfriend in college.” you attempt to change the subject. “Someone nice.”

“I did.” Jungkook replies.

You furrow your brows. “Oh?” you ask. You’re unsure how to feel - even if you know you don’t deserve to feel anything at all. 

Jungkook tilts his head. “Didn’t work out.” he murmurs. 

You swallow. “Why not?”

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. “She was too nice.” he responds. “Isn’t that fucked up? It didn’t work out because she was too nice?” he snorts. “I was an asshole in college. I’ve built up resentment towards you without even realizing that I was trying to find you in every woman I involved myself with. Too nice, not nice when it mattered, too submissive. I was just never satisfied.”

Again, you feel it. This time, it’s a feeling you’ve felt before when Jungkook, as teenagers, stated that he didn’t talk to other girls; something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“What about you? Have you dated anyone?”

“Y-Yeah.” you nod. “Not long. Only one guy.”

“What happened?” Jungkook doesn’t want to think about someone else having you.

“Stole from me.” you reply quickly. “Called me a crazy bitch on his way out. Stealing from me meant he was also stealing from Ji-tae. After that, I realized I didn’t have time to date. I stopped.” You shrugged your shoulders just as he did. “It’s always just been Ji-tae and I.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything. He tries to imagine what you’d look like pregnant, even as young as you were. What you’d look like holding a young boy's hands and navigating the world when you yourself were so young.

“This has to be a lot to take in at such a young age.”

You nod your head in agreement. You want to talk to Ji-tae again in the morning. He’s punctual and waking up in a new environment would surely throw off his routine, but Jungkook does have a home gym you were sure he didn’t mind him using. 

You hum to yourself, your mind drifting a bit before Jungkook speaks again.

“I want him to talk to a therapist.” 

You blink.

“I know someone. He’s a friend of mine,” Jungkook begins. “from college. He’s the best in the city, too. I think it’ll be good for all of us.”

You find yourself inhaling again. “I think so, too.” you agree. “Hopefully whatever we say is confidential.” you tease - only a bit, because you did want some form of privacy if you were going to be speaking to a therapist.

Jungkook snorts. “Joon’s professional.” he assures. “He takes his job and license seriously. Plus, he’s a genuine friend of mine. He’s one of the few that doesn’t hate you.”

Jungkook stiffens a bit when he realizes he’s said too much. He watches your expression change for a moment, before it flickers back to the more stoic one he remembers.

“I mean-”

“I know what you mean.” you interrupt. “So…how much of a bitch did you tell them I was to you?”

You’re staring so intently at him, but you appear so calm. Jungkook doesn’t know if you’re upset with him, or toying with him like you enjoy doing.

“Did you tell them how obsessed you were with me?” you murmur. It’s right then that Jungkook sees it, that twinkle in your eyes. “I bet they tried hooking you up with girls, right?”

You adjust yourself to turn fully towards Jungkook, his oversize shirt hiking up your thighs just a bit to offer him a peak of what's beneath it - which isn’t anything at all. His shoulders relax just a bit, his eyes blinking away from your smooth thighs back to your eyes.

Softly, Jungkook nods his head.

Your lips curl upwards just a bit and it excites him. He feels a shudder run up his spine, the hair on his arm rising as goosebumps break out.

“I can’t wait to meet them.”

You move fast - or maybe Jungkook just doesn’t care to react. You climb right into his lap, sitting directly against his clothed crotch and he immediately wants to remove his underwear to feel you fully. 

Your hands settle on his chest a bit, your eyes watching the way your fingers trace along the tattoo on his chest. You tilt your head just a bit just as Jungkook’s hands settle onto your waist.

“Did you tell them the wicked bitch from your past return? Or am I a secret?”

Jungkook doesn’t intend to hide the truth from you. “Secret.” he responds. He knows his friends. You haven’t been a topic to them for years now, but when you were they didn’t have anything nice to say. Namjoon, like he stated, was neutral. He attempted to see things from your point of view, even if he didn’t have it. He came up with his own conclusions to not fully demonize you, a teenage girl.

Jimin, however, couldn’t be convinced. Upon immediately meeting Jungkook, the shy freshman with soft eyes that kept to himself, he thought of you as a lion that preyed on a lamb. His attempts in meeting different girls in college had gone down the drain, but it didn’t mean he ever stopped. He was ecstatic in knowing that Jungkook had a child on the way and prayed that it would work out with Jinah’s mother.

It didn’t.

However, Jimin wasn’t one to quit.

Hoseok was uninterested in you, but brought you up the most as the years dragged on. He couldn’t understand how one girl could have his friend act in such a way.

“How would they react if you told them?”

Your fingers tap upwards to his collarbone, to his neck.

“I bet they were hoping you’d get over me, too.”

“They’ll get over it.” Jungkook grabs your hand into his own. He brings it to his lips to press soft kisses onto your fingertips. “They have to, right? You aren’t going anywhere.”

It’s a settled statement, not a question in sight. He’s telling you directly as calmly as he could. 

“What was your pregnancy like?”

You blink.

Jungkook watches the way your expression shifts, your eyebrows knitting together. “My…pregnancy?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods curtly. “Did it go easily?”

The shift in conversation takes you by surprise, but you try not to dwell on it. “Um,” your mind races in order to think back to your pregnancy years ago. “I remember being exhausted. All Tae did was kick nonstop.”

Jungkook wants to envision it; you pregnant, your stomach forming as the months go on. The more he thinks of it, the sadder he gets - as pathetic it sounds - to not experience it alongside you.

“I was always hungry. I thought I’d get these weird cravings, you know?” you tell him and Jungkook listens intently, intrigued by it all while you sit in his lap. “But I didn’t. I would eat while walking around the house because that seemed to calm him down a bit.”

“Did you want a boy?”

Jungkook’s question brings you back to that time all those years ago. It reminds you of how lonely you felt without your friends - without him. All of your doctor visits were held in the next town over to assure - as your mother requested - you wouldn’t be seen by anyone she knew. Almost rarely did she attend with you.

It was moments like that, you sitting alone in the small space, that you ask yourself what it would’ve been like if you had told Jungkook. Or anyone else. 

You stare with squinting eyes at the screen, your heart jolts against your chest at how weird it felt to see the fetus right inside of you. 

You pondered if she was judging you, someone so young and without anyone to accompany her. She was nice, you recall, always smiled at you and even asked if you wanted to know the gender at a different appointment.

You hadn’t thought about the gender much -  not until that day. At your uncertainty, she had given you an envelope and it takes you exactly 2 weeks to open it. 

You weren’t sure exactly what you were afraid of - you were doing this regardless. Did you want a girl? That would be easier seeing as you yourself were one. You knew what it was like to be a girl living in this world. You knew how the world operated - for the most part - and you could teach her things your mother hadn’t taught you. You could show her the affection you wished you had, even right at that moment.

You remember the way you cried upon opening the envelope and reading “It’s a boy!” written neatly on it. You weren’t sure why you were crying. You hadn’t cried in months, but yet there you sat in your own bedroom, bawling at the thought of raising a boy all on your own.

“Yeah. I did.” you answer Jungkook truthfully. “I cried,” you snorted to yourself. “but then…I was happy. It’s just been Ji-tae and I ever since. We grew up together.”

Jungkook smiles at that. His fingers tap along your waist as he thinks about you and Ji-tae - you holding his smaller hands in yours. You holding him to your chest, him learning how to walk and talk similar to how he and Jinah were.

“I know what I did wasn’t right.”

You lean closer to Jungkook until your forehead touches his and your nose glides against one another. Jungkook’s heart races at how close you and he are. It appeared that no matter how many times he’s had you, you always had the ability to make his heart race as if he was the same teenage boy from his youth.

“But…” you murmur. Your lips are nearly touching his. “...I don’t want you to hate me.”

In that moment, Jungkook feels you shift in his lap and press yourself against his (embarrassingly hard) cock. It’s easier to feel you as you weren’t wearing anything underneath his shirt.

“I don’t hate you.” Jungkook answers almost instantly, his lips parting a bit. “You know I don’t.”

“Hm,” your hands trail teasingly behind his neck, and when you do so Jungkook has no choice but to shudder. “I know.”

Your lips capture his and he takes it all in needily. Instantly, his hold onto your waist tightens as you  kiss him, growing more lewd by the second. 

Your fingers trail into his hair, lightly tugging at them as Jungkook’s hands slide upwards and underneath the shirt to touch your soft skin. His tongue suckles onto yours, moaning into your mouth helplessly.

“Where do we go from here?” you say against his lips. Your body feels so hot and Jungkook’s hands on you doesn’t help.

“Where do you want it to go?” murmurs Jungkook in response. 

There’s another light tug on Jungkook’s hair, one that feels good to the touch. Maybe because you were the one doing it.

“I thought I didn’t have a choice.”

Jungkook inhales your scent. It’s clean and simple, nothing too dramatic. He can feel his cock twitch to be free from its barrier and feel you. His hands slide up your sides until they’re right underneath your breast.

“I don’t want you to go.” Jungkook says, pecking your lips, then sending kisses down your jaw. “I want you both here with me and Jinah.” 

You hum, deciding to deepen the kiss once more. Jungkooks’s hands tighten their grip on you, sliding up until they’re gripping your breast entirely. Your nipples hard instantly and you couldn’t help but groan into his mouth.

“You aren’t making it easier for me.” Jungkook murmurs against your lips. “I think you know what you’re doing.”

You’re amused. “What am I doing exactly?” you ask, but you know the teasing tone in your voice followed by the way you slightly grind against him that it’s obvious. 

“That,” Jungkook sighs. “you’re torturing me, right now. You always liked doing that.”

You did. As much as you enjoyed doing it, Jungkook enjoyed being on the receiving end of it. His thumbs press against your hardened nipples, twirling them slowly, his dark eyes watching you. 

“You’re supposed to be madder at me right now.” you voice. Leaning away from Jungkook, he immediately misses your warmth, but his hands settle on your waist. “You’re too forgiven.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath. For a moment, he watches you. It’s hard being upset with you when you’re already in his lap and he can feel just how wet you are, even through his underwear. It makes it harder when he does hear things from your point of view, something Namjoon had insisted he do plenty of times before, even when he didn’t have it. While he went years building resentment for you while simultaneously trying to find you in every woman he sought out, you were raising a child on your own.

Jungkook isn’t sure what he thought your life would be, truly. He assumed you’ve gone to college elsewhere and found someone else as weak as him. He assumed you used your abilities to get yourself somewhere far, far away from it all.

“You’re thinking too hard again.” 

Your voice brings him back to reality. He blinks once, then twice.

“I am mad.” Jungkook murmurs. 

“Oh?” you tilt your head, peering down at him.

Jungkook feels his heart jolt.

“I’m mad you didn’t tell me, but you already knew that.” Jungkook continues. “I’m mad you did it all alone.”

“And what else?”

Jungkook isn’t sure what you’re doing by asking him this. What more did you want to hear from him? As long as he’s known you, there has to be some way for you to further toy with him. He’s sure of it when you grasp the end of his shirt and pull it over your head, removing the last piece of clothing until you’re fully naked on top of him.

“I’m mad you m-made me waste unnecessary time.”

“Did I?” you snicker, more amused by the slight stutter in his words. Your fingers tap along Jungkook’s chest, dipping lower and lower. “Maybe you should blame yourself, too. I couldn’t have been hard to find, right?”

You don’t blame Jungkook in the slightest and you were truly just talking for the sake of it. 

When you read his abdomen, Jungkook can feel his cock flinch desperately. 

“I wanted to.” Jungkook admits, a tint on his cheeks. “Jimin told me not to.”

“Jimin…” you say his name far too sweet for Jungkook’s liking. “...a friend of yours?”

Jungkook nods. 

“What does he think about me?”

Your fingers are now at the band of his underwear, the calvin klein lettering looking back up at you. 

“Jimin…holds grudges…” Jungkook licks his lips. “But he doesn’t know you, just-”

“Knows what you told him?” you finish the sentence. “I’m fine with that.”

Your fingers dig into his underwear and right as you lift yourself off of him, you peel them down. Embarrassingly, Jungkook’s cock shoots up, tip red and angry. 

Swallow, Jungkook murmurs, “I thought about you a lot. But…”

You allow Jungkook to speak. His underwear stops at his knees and he wiggles them off until he’s fully free of them.

“...I still resented you. Hoseok didn’t make it any better.”

You allow Jungkook to speak, grasping his cock in your palm and centering it at your entrance. You watch his face entirely.

“He told me to take my frustration from you out on other girls.”

Jungkook’s lips part, letting out a sharp breath when he feels the tip slide between your lips. So wet and warm, fully engulfing him entirely. 

“Go on.” you encourage, your tone strangely sweet that Jungkook does. “I tried. I told you the relationship didn't work out.” Jungkook murmurs. “Every hookup, all I could think about was you.”

There it was, Jungkook thinks, the twinkle in your eyes as he speaks. He thinks his words are fueling your own ego. Your walls squeeze around the tip immediately as you enter it and Jungkook shudders.

“Tell me more.”

And Jungkook does. He says it all - how he resented you for making him feel that way. How even after years away from you, all he could think about was the way you made him feel. He tells you how he became unrecognizable to himself, someone he didn’t recognize when he looked in the mirror - and he blamed it all on you. Blaming it on someone made it easier for him to get through life, even if he knew that it made him as pathetic as you called him.

Your thighs cage Jungkook in as he speaks, your hips rising and falling. You go faster and faster with each admission, your eyes focusing on the way Jungkook’s flutter and his lips part to let out satisfied moans.

“What do you feel now, Kookie?” you couldn’t help but ask. Your hands settle onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin without a care. Jungkook finds the stinging pain pleasurable. 

It’s hard to speak with the way you were taking him, rising and falling onto his cock so well. Your breasts bounce in his face and it’s right here that Jungkook thinks he’s in heaven.

“I love fucking you.” Jungkook gasps, his hands grabbing your waist in an attempt to slow you down, but if anything it feeds you. You grind against his cock, groaning with how deep inside of you it is. “I love having you close to me again.”

“You sound-”

“Pathetic?” Jungkook answers for you with a whimper. “I know.”

Nothing about what Jungkook was going through - and what he’s openly admitting - was admirable. He was everything you told him he was. And, at the moment, he hadn’t cared. Instead, his focus was on the way your pussy squeezes around his cock so lovingly, sinking him into the pleasured abyss, his tip slamming against that sweet spot he’s grown to love. 

“I love being around you.” Jungkook has to stop you himself by lifting you off of him. His breath quickens and for a moment, he squeezes his eyes shut. He didn’t want to cum - not yet.

“Too much?” you murmur, hovering above him. “Everytime you get sentimental, you act like you can’t handle it.”

“I can handle it just fine.” Jungkook retorts. “Maybe I just want to savor it.” he says.

Much to your dismay - partially - Jungkook flips the two of you. Your back hits the bed, but only a second goes by before he flips you once more, your chest pressed firmly against the bed.

“Knowing how you like to do things.” Jungkook retorts right behind you, and before you could snap back at him like he knows you would, his cock is entering you. 

As if on instinct, your thighs part, needing to feel more of him inside of you. Your lips part and as hard as you try, you couldn’t help the moan that falls pass them.

“Never know when you’ll get up and run away.” Jungkook snaps his hips forwards, a hand falling right besides your head, the other onto your waist to keep you right where he needs you. “You’re good for that, you know?”

Jungkook starts at a steady pace, his eyes fluttering with how well you feel around his cock. He doesn’t get tired of this - of you. 

“Fuck you.” you hiss just as your hands grip the sheets beneath you tightly. 

Then, Jungkook’s pace quickens. Who was he not to give you what you were desperately asking of him? His cocks pumps into you deeply, his stamina never wavering. The sight of you alone has his heart racing. You look so beautiful beneath him, your back arched just a bit, your thighs pushed apart to allow more of him in. It was perfect.

“But those days are behind us, right? You won’t be running anymore.” Jungkook huffs, lowering himself to press a kiss against your back.

You bite the inside of your cheek harshly, your eyes fluttering. Jungkook always has this switch to him. One moment, you’d be in control of it all, then the next he was. It was a healthy contrast to his younger self who allowed you to do whatever. It reminds you now that he was indeed a man.

As much as Jungkook was torturing himself with pulling out right as he was about to cum, he’s torturing you just as much. You’re a trembling mess beneath him, only the tip still in your clenching hole. He’s only a bit smug with how fucked out you are right now, loving the way your body flinches and your pussy squeezes at him, wanting more.

“You look so pretty like this.” Jungkooks coos, allowing his cock to push deeper inside of you and on instinct, your hips buck. A straggled moan passes through your lips. “It’s so different to see you compliant.”

Your pussy is already so wet and with each stretch, a sloppy squelch dances through Jungkook’s ears. It’s something he’d never get tired of. He pushes the rest of his cock in, burying it to the hilt. Your back arches and your fingers are tightly fisted into the bedsheets. A part of you is grateful that Jungkook’s home is as cheap as your apartment. The walls aren’t as thin and behind the thick, mahogany door you couldn’t hear anything. 

Witnessing the way your pussy takes all of him, Jungkook couldn’t help but licks his lips. Your body is so flushed, your thighs shaking and he cannot see your face, but he knows by now what you look like - glossy eyes and fucked out expression; his favorite.

“You tapping out?” Jungkook chuckles, thrusting out just to push back into you once more. He enjoys the sight of your ass slamming against him. “Can’t handle it?”

Jungkook isn’t slow in fucking you this time. He’s tortured you - and himself -  enough. He doesn’t give you a chance to give him a snappy response, and instead beats you to it. Each thrust has your body crashing against the bed, a moan - sometimes a high-pitched squeal - following immediately after. He thinks how perfect you are beneath him - how much he doesn’t want this to end. Your pussy is so wet that it captivates him entirely, plunging in and out of you roughly as you beg him for more - deeper, harder, faster.

You don’t have anything catty to say to the man, nothing besides sobs of pleasures. Maybe Jungkook won this one, you think, but there'll be many more battles that you’ll overcome. Until then, you allow your hips to meet Jungkook’s thrusts. Your pussy spasms, arousal pooling down your thighs filthily.

“Theeere you go,” Jungkook groans. His left hand slides from your waist slowly, leaving goosebumps behind them. He stops at your neck and roughly grasps it and hoists you up against his chest. His pumps don't stop as his lips press against your ear. He nibbles on it teasingly before his tongue licks along it. “I know you can take it just fine, baby.”

From your neck, Jungkook’s hand softens as it glides down to your chest. He squeezes a breast into his palm possessively, all the way his tongue falls to your neck. 

“Feel how wet you are.”

You do without hesitation - another part to Jungkook for how submissive you were being. You’re embarrassed by how right he is, your thighs coated with your own arousal. His cock pumps more out with each thrust. Your fingers twirl around your clit as your orgasm approaches closer. Your body falls limp against Jungkook’s.

Squeezing your breast again, Jungkook grumbles, “You aren’t going anywhere.” 

Jungkook knows that no matter how demanding and monotonous he speaks, deep down, there’s the same pathetic teenage boy you remember. The same one who watched you from afar and wished, that even if once, you’d talk to him again. He needs to hear you say it, so he tells you to. “Say it.”

You let go, juices pulling onto your fingers as Jungkook sloppily thrusts forward - deeper and deeper, hitting that sweet spot so well.

“Say you’re not going to leave.” Jungkook nearly begs into your neck, his stomach forming into knots.

You do, the simple “I’m not going to leave you” that has his pathetic heart fluttering. At that moment is when Jungkook cums, spilling so much inside of you that it knocks him unconscious immediately afterwards.

Jungkook is groggy when he awakes. He isn’t sure what time it is or how long he’s been asleep for - and for a few seconds, he forgets what day it is. Then, nearly all at once, does he remember exactly what’s happened the day prior.

Jungkook also remembers you fucking him to sleep, so much so that he couldn’t do his nightly workout session.

Reaching out his arms, Jungkook feels his heart jolt at how empty the bed feels. His eyes attempt to adjust and when they do, he finds that he’s alone, the large bed holding no trace of you. At first, he doesn’t know what to think or how to react - then his mind jumps into multiple scenarios. 

You left him - again. You fucked him to sleep and took the first moment you could to get the fuck out of there, taking Ji-tae with you. Of course, there’s only so far you could go, but it’s the first thought that comes to mind.

Then, however, Jungkook notices the faint smell of cinnamon. It eases his heart just a bit that he notices that his bedroom door is cracked just a bit. 

Within 15 minutes, Jungkook is washed up and takes the long hallway down to the kitchen.   He hears running water and when he rounds the corner, he sees you.

“Well you’re finally awake.” you say, glancing up from the plates you were scrubbing. 

Jungkook takes a deep breath, watching you long enough that you look up at him and catch his eye.

“Rough night?” you’re teasing him. The smile that forms onto your lips is enough for him to know that.

Jungkook hums, deciding to enter the kitchen instead of lingering in the entry way. His eyes scan the scenery and inhale the cinnamon smell once more.

Jungkook swallows, feeling a fluttery sensation in his stomach. 

You hadn’t left him, he thinks. Instead, you’re still here. You’re cleaning up what was cooked for breakfast, a meal he’s obviously missed, and you’re dressed for the day. 

You hadn’t left him. You cooked. You’re still here. You’re teasing him.

“You made breakfast.” states Jungkook, deciding that if he didn’t come back to reality soon, he’d probably confuse you.

“Your plate’s in the microwave. Didn’t want to wake you.”

You woke before anyone, but you weren’t surprised when Ji-tae was the next person up. You had managed to drive home, grab more than a few items that he’d need to start his own day, before returning. 

Jinah was the next one up. Her hair was a mess and at the sound of pancakes, she’s wide awake. 

“Jinah’s with Ji-tae.” you say as you place a plate onto the drying rack. “I told him he could use your treadmill. He usually runs every morning.”

Jungkook’s eyes glanced around the kitchen once more. He supposed that explains items being out that he’s positive you wouldn’t use - like the chocolate flavor protein powder.

“Is that fine?”

Jungkook blinks back at you. Your eyes are on him, this time scrubbing a pan.

“Of course.” Jungkook responds coolly. “I hope Jinah isn’t annoying him,” he says. He goes towards the microwave and opens it to find the stack of pancakes - blueberry; Jinah’s favorite. “She grows attached quickly.”

You should know, Jungkook thinks, as she grew fond of you quicker than he expected. 

You snicker. You have to admit that Ji-tae fits the role of the older brother perfectly and watching the two of them does something to your heart. It was him who cut her pancakes when she asked and at the sight of Ji-tae adding extra syrup to his pancakes, she insisted that she wanted the same.

“Tae’s fine.” you tell Jungkook. You’re rinsing the last pan. “She hasn’t left his side yet. They actually look so cute~”

Jungkook scarfs down the pancakes when you remember. The two of you remained in a comfortable silence in the kitchen as he ate. You make your way towards the island where your bag sits. You rummage through it.

“I went home while you were asleep. Grab some things for Tae.” you start. “Thought…you’d wanted these.”

Jungkook licks his lips. His eyebrows furrow a bit when you hold up a black album. Immediately Jungkook notices it’s a photo album

Jungkook’s eyes meet yours for a moment. You look…nervous? 

Jungkook grabs the album from your hands. It’s black with a gold band outlining it.

“I know pictures can’t make up 13 years but…” you trail off. You can feel your heart in your chest now. Still, you’re unsure why you’re feeling this way. There weren’t anything but pictures throughout the years, and yet you feel as though you want the world to swallow you whole right now. 

Jungkook opens the album, his eyes falling on the first picture. It’s of you - the you he remembers 13 years ago. You’re so young, he thinks, laying in the hospital bed sporting the gown. In your chest is a small infant, curled up. Your hands cradle him close and at the sight, Jungkook swallows thickly. 

“My mom took that picture.” you murmur, glancing at the photo across from him. “He actually came a few weeks early. I was actually so relieved,” you snickered. “all he did was move and kick constantly.

Jungkook goes through the photo album, witnessing the way Ji-tae - and you - age. First birthdays, to first days of school. Award ceremonies at school, to his gymnastic meets - a sense of pride goes through Jungkook when he notices that Ji-tae was always first in everything.

The most recent picture in there is one of him this year, his final school picture before he’d be entering High School. He stares at the picture of the boy that’s so close to him now that shares the same dark eyes and smile.

You watch the way Jungkook’s eyes are nearly unblinking the entire time, flipping through the pictures. A few of them you explain - like Ji-tae participating in gymnastics, or the time he won so many awards at school that you treated him an entire day at the arcade, something you saved up for.

“Are you okay?” you couldn’t help but ask, causing Jungkook to blink a few times. He hadn’t talked much and now, all he had been doing was staring at the school picture in front of him.

“Is it…too much?”

You were afraid to hear what Jungkook had to say. A part of you feels bad for having him and Ji-tae find out the way they did. You understood the decision wasn’t only yours and in the end, it was Ji-tae that lost out on a paternal figure. The other part of you - the stubbornness that Jungkook knows all too well - doesn’t feel the same. Could you look at yourself the same if you knew Jungkook would have given up everything he worked hard for to stay with you?

You thought giving Jungkook an insight of what it was like, even if it was just a small fraction of it, would be a start. Now-

“You’re all he has.”

Jungkook’s words replay in your mind - over and over again.

“And he was all you had, too.” Jungkook murmurs. He closes the album and finally looks up at you. “I understand now why he thinks I’m taking advantage of you.”

“He doesn't think that anymore.” you protest, but Jungkook cuts you off.

“If looks could kill, Y/N, I would’ve been dead the first time he saw me.” Jungkook isn’t upset, you note. He’s understanding - now more than ever. “He’s just protective over you.”

You take a deep breath, nodding your head. “I know…” you exhale. “I don’t want him to be. I want him to be a regular teenager and not worry about anything. But that’s Tae for you.”

“Can I keep these?” Jungkook asks, gesturing to the pictures.

“Y-Yeah.” you nod. Your body warms up and you have to look away from Jungkook in order to feel cool again.

You hadn’t realized Jungkook had rounded the island until you felt him. A pair of arms wrap around your shoulders. 

“Kook-”

“Thank you.”

Ji-tae feels like, in a short amount of time, he’s grown well of hiding around corners to listen in on you and Jungkook. He watches the way Jungkook wraps you into an embrace that has you shocked. The way he whispers “Thank you” to you, followed by a “I want us to be a family”.

Ji-tae listens in for a bit longer. He studies the way you couldn’t hold Jungkook’s gaze before you’re looking away from him nervously, but you find his kisses inviting. You tell him that you aren’t sure if it’s something he - Ji-tae - would want so soon. You don’t want to change everything he’s known overnight. “Whenever he’s ready.” was Jungkook’s response. Ji-tae knows that he has to play it cool when Jinah’s feet paddle against the floor, coming closer and closer. When she reaches Ji-tae, her small hands grasp his and she says, “I found you!”

“You did.” Ji-tae hums, a low grin forming onto his lips. “I guess it’s my turn to count.”

“Lei,”

Lei looks up from her computer. She offers a kind smile. 

“Mr. Park.” Lei stands, offering a head bow. “Welcome.”

Park Jimin offers the same smile her way, one that always has her stomach falling at how handsome he is.

“Is Mr. Jeon expecting you?” Lei asks. 

“Not exactly.” Jimin giggles. 

Behind Jimin stands a woman, her arms behind her back as she waits patiently for Jimin. Her hair is a golden brown and through the floor length windows behind her, it appears to glow. She’s model-like, Lei notes. Tall, slender, toned. 

“Let me call him-”

Lei picks up the phone to dial her boss right on the top floor. Jungkook isn’t one to be stern, but he’s made it clear that he would need to be informed before anyone makes their way up.

“That won’t be necessary.” Jimin assures, placing a hand onto the desk. “I’ll give him a call on the way up, okay?”

Lei appears hesitant. She bites her lip, glancing between Jimin to the model-like woman behind him. She knows who he is. After being employed here for years, she’s well acquainted with those close to Mr. Jeon. 

Jungkook and you have been nothing but unprofessional in his office. But you and he are on lunch break so it’s completely fine. You’re seated on his lap now, your once buttoned shirt now wide open for him. Your skirt is scrunched up at your hips. Your panties are soaked as they grind against his hardened cock.

Completely unprofessional for a boss and his assistant.

But it’s okay, because you’re also the mother of his son.

Jungkook’s tongue slurps and suckles against your hardened nipple, his thumb and index finger tugging at the other one. His right arm is wrapped around your waist, his palm directly against your ass, encouraging you to grind harder against him.

“I can get more work done around here if you’d stop trying to fuck me so much.” 

But the way your hands grip at Jungkook's hair tells the true story. You didn’t want him to stop, and neither did he.

“Anyone would be happy to get paid to rub their pussy against me.” Jungkook retorts, popping your wet nipple from his lips. 

Jungkook is right about that, but he also doesn’t have the chance to continue further due to the elevator sounding. He feels his head begin to hurt. 

“How many times do I have to tell Lei?” he grumbles.

It takes you and Jungkook 2 minutes to get situated. It would’ve been faster if the man wasn’t hellbent on kissing you every few seconds, laughing against your lips while you attempted to button up your shirt.

Just as the elevator doors open, you’re already sitting at your desk. 

Jungkook’s knowing smirk drops when he realizes who is behind the elevator doors.

“Well well,” 

Your eyes follow the man that walks through, then at the woman behind him. Glancing at Jungkook, your eyebrows knit. He doesn’t look content in seeing either of them.

Jungkook stands from his seat. “What-”

“You’ve been ignoring all of my calls and texts.” the man tells Jungkook. “Hobi said he hasn’t heard from you, either.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath as he looks at a stern Park Jimin, one of his closest friends.

Seeing Jimin now wouldn’t be an issue, of course, if he hadn’t been avoiding him because of you and Ji-tae - mainly you. 

Slowly, you and Jungkook were growing accustomed to being a family. It took two weeks for you to allow Ji-tae to occupy the spare room and make it his own. The first session with Namjoon was just a week ago, and tomorrow will be the second one. 

Namjoon himself has been sworn into secrecy and had been speechless at the words Jungkook had told him over the phone. At times, he laughs at the look on Namjoon’s face when he comes to his home and actually see’s Ji-tae for the first time.

The events of last month had occupied Jungkook’s time to the point that he didn’t have time to answer Jimin’s blind date requests. He knew it was a matter of time before Jimin came to him himself.

“Mr. Jeon,” you say, standing at your desk and rounding it. Being professional with him is so out of the ordinary that it even surprises you. “should I get refreshments for you and your…guests?”

Jimin turns to you, allowing his eyes to trail the entirety of your body before meeting your eyes. “Hello.” he says, offering the same kind smile to you that he did to Lei. “I wasn’t aware you had an assistant now. My apologies.”

Jungkook watches the way Jimin holds out his hand for you to take. When you do, he presses a kiss to the back of your hand.

“Park Jimin,” the man says.

Jungkook watches the way your eyes flash with sudden realization. He licks his lips, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Park Jimin…” you hum back his name so sweetly that Jungkook knows it’s an act. Your eyes connect with his and you feel like it’s your lucky day. “...I’ve heard about you.”

Jimin snickers. “Have you?” he asks. “It’s a shame. My closest friend has kept me in the dark for months now.” he lets go of your hand and turns back to Jungkook. “So much so that I had to track him down myself.”

“Jimin,” Jungkook sighs. He didn’t have time for this now. 

Jimin’s eyes trail along Jungkook’s desk, witnessing pictures of Jinah, the adorable little girl that has so much of Jungkook’s personality that sometimes he swears she was created in a lab. His eyes fall on another picture, one that has his eyes squinting.

Immediately, Jungkook notices where Jimin’s eyes are focused. It’s of Ji-tae and Jinah, a picture that has been taken recently by you. It’s become one of his favorite pictures with how excited the two of them look holding their own ice cream cones, double scooped with disgustingly good amounts of toppings and fudge on it that it drips down the cone entirely.

Before Jimin can question anything, Jungkook speaks. “Yes, refreshments would be nice.” 

Jimin’s eyes snap upwards at Jungkook, before he turns back to you. Your heels click against the marble floor as you make your way towards the elevator. 

“I didn’t get your name.” Jimin calls just as the elevator doors open.

“That’s right.” you smile, entering the elevator. “Y/N.” you tell him, pressing the button to the lobby. You had to say it was well worth it to watch the grin on Jimin’s lips falter almost immediately at the sound of your name.

so i wanted things to be wrapped up in 3 parts, but knowing me you guys will be waiting for another 6 months LMAO and i cannot have that

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Just One Day | Crossing the Line

Title: Just One Day

Seven: Crossing the Line

Pairing: Jeon Jung Kook x Y/N

Synopsis: Being behind the lens was where Y/N loved to be. Fast cars, motorcycles, action. That was her passion and she had an eye for it. Enter Jungkook. Looking for someone with that passion, he makes a public post asking if someone wanted to be his personal photographer and videographer. The truth behind that post? Jeon Jungkook wanted Y/N. He'd been following her account for some time, then one drunken night he'd messaged her. Nothing could have prepared Y/N for what was to come.

Author's Note: So uh.... Totally did not plan for this chapter to end up being Seven... but, sort of fitting.

Tag List: @staytinyarmy @magpir8629 @arlecchino-soon-main @misszkr @withmuchluv-tannie @sleepyeclipes @deaddumblbumble @thatsrayllensworld @bjoriis @nammies-girl

~2026~

 I should have pushed him away, I should have been questioning everything. None of what I should have done, was what I did though. Instead, I returned the kiss. My hands found his chest, moving up to his shoulders. As soon as I’d touched him, he brought his hands to my hips and pulled me into him. I shivered as one hand came up along my side. 

As he pulled back, I rested my forehead to his shoulder. My heart was racing and I knew my cheeks were flushed. I’d never had a man elicit such a reaction out of me the way he managed to. I’d noticed it before with just the slightest touch the way it seemed to send a jolt through me. I was hyper aware of his hands still on me. While he may have pulled away from the kiss he did not pull away from me entirely. 

“와.” Wow. Jungkook tilted his head up to look at the sky. 

There was no doubt, we both needed to catch our breath. My mind was starting to catch up with what we’d just done. Every nerve in my body was buzzing. For a fleeting moment I have the thought of if a kiss did that what would more do to me. But i’m quick to shut that thought down, it wasn’t appropriate whatsoever. 

“Maybe we should head back,” I finally managed to say. I had gotten my answer and I still wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it. 

“Are you still confused?” He asked, still neither of us moved away from one another. 

“Yes.” I was honest, if anything it only caused more confusion. Because now it was a battle of what was right, wrong, professional. 

Jungkook smirked, “I could kiss you again, maybe that will help.” 

I looked up at him, my eyes flickered from his to his smirk, the silver jewelry of his lip piercing. Everything about this man screamed bad boy. But I had spent the last couple of months talking to him, getting to know him. Did we mostly talk bikes or about my work? Yes. But there were times where we had both gotten more vulnerable. Those were usually late night talks, sometimes I wondered if it might be a bit alcohol induced on his part. It wasn’t just those talks though, I’d gone back and looked into him. I realized that he’d basically grown up on the stage and with this group of men. 

“I think another kiss might get us both in trouble,” I finally said.

I watched as it clicked, saw the realization in his eyes at what I was saying. Jungkook's grip tightened at my hip, his other hand came up my back. Once again I felt that shiver and my breath hitched. I didn’t miss the way his smirk deepened, playful and mischievous. “Maybe we should head back.” He said after a moment before leaning in as if he might kiss me again before shifting to nip at my ear. “I’ll save that next kiss for when I drop you off. See what happens.” 

My gear was still at the house they’d rented, but that wasn’t where we went. Jungkook drove us back to my hotel. Instead of pulling up front to drop me off, he pulled into a spot and killed the engine. I pulled my helmet off, my entire body still felt like it was on fire. I watched as he pulled his helmet off as well, but he didn’t get off the bike. 

“Do I get a kiss good night, Gongju-nim?” He watched me, he was letting me choose the next play. 

At that moment I knew I could make one of two choices. Walk away, deal with whatever I was feeling, and go back tomorrow as if tonight never happened. The other option, the one my body was screaming for, was to kiss him knowing full well what it might lead to. He seemed to still be buzzing from adrenaline, not just from his concert but from this back and forth that’d been going on between us. I considered my next move, but I already knew what I was going to do. As selfish as it was. I leaned in and I kissed him. 

We managed to get back to my room unseen. He’d pulled his hood up at some attempt to conceal himself, since it was less inconspicuous than his helmet. As soon as the door closed he pushed me back against it and his lips were on mine. Both helmets clattered to the floor. I broke the kiss tilting my head back to catch my breath and he trailed kisses down along my jaw to my neck. I felt his teeth graze my skin and I let out a soft gasp. 

“Jungkook,” I breathed out. As I said his name, he lifted me up and I hooked my legs around his waist as he turned and started for the bed. 

The next morning the reality of what we had done sunk in. I woke up to the bed shifting and looked over as Jungkook sat up. The early morning light filtered in from the opening in the curtains, giving me the chance to really look at his tattoos and their dark contrast to his golden skin. 

“Jungkook?” I sat up, holding the sheet over myself. 

He turned and looked at me with a lazy smile, “Go back to sleep, Gongju-nim.” 

“You know sneaking out wouldn’t do much good, I’d need to come by and get my gear. You’d still have to see me.” I had thought maybe he had gotten what he’d wanted and was now trying to slip away. Contract for our project be damned. I watched the flash of confusion before he shook his head. 

“아니요.” No. He shifted back so that he caged me in against the mattress. “I’m not going anywhere, Gongju-nim.” he said with a slow kiss. Then he pulled away, “Except the bathroom.” he smirked. 

I watched him go, before flopping back into the pillows. It had been a hot minute since I’d been with someone, and it had never been as electric as the night before. Jungkook returned a few minutes later, fishing his phone out from his pants pocket before moving to lay back down with me. He quickly checked his phone, typed out a couple of messages, then tossed it onto the night stand. Once more, his attention was back on me. 

“We both skipped food post-concert, let's order breakfast.” he said, acting casually. 

I was still trying to wrap my head around all of this. I pushed myself up, being careful to hold the sheet to my chest. Not that it mattered, he’d seen everything the night before. The night before had taken a turn I had not anticipated. At least, not until that first kiss at the look out. I’d said it right then if we kissed again it was going to lead to trouble. It was something we both willingly fed into. 

Jungkook couldn't sit still. He’d already gotten up again to find the room service menu and had come back. He looked at me with a smile, as if all of this was our normal.

“Last night… this…” 

He blinked, as if waiting for me to continue. “You’re still confused.” he guessed.  

All I could do was nod, because that was the easiest explanation. Jungkook discarded the menu beside him and shifted closer to me. There was no such thing as personal space with this man. 

“I thought we cleared that up last night?” he looked at me, his tongue playing with his lip piercing. “What is there to be confused about?” He brushed a bit of hair from my face. The brush of his fingertips was a stark reminder of his hands all over me the night before. “It’s simple…”

“I’m not playing games, Jungkook.” I said, my jaw set. “We shouldn’t have…” 

“But we did.” 

“We can’t do it again.” I even heard the weak resolve behind those words. 

Jungkook leaned in, “Do you mean that, Gongju-nim?” Once again, he was so close. I don’t understand the pull he had, the way I was so drawn to him. I was just as guilty as he was in wanting this. Whatever this might turn into. 

“No,” it came out as barely a whisper before I kissed him.