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Ice Me Out. jjk
pairing: Jungkook x Reader
genre: fluff, college!au, holiday!au, childhood enemies/friends to lovers
rating: R
summary: The last way you expected this night to end was to have Jeon Jungkook, captain of the ice hockey team and number one hindrance in your oh-so-great life, trail after you as you leave his Christmas party.
warnings: pinING, make out, a little groping, The Confession™, just some good ole christmas fluff, jk being a hockey player isn’t relevant but i just want him to be because yes
word count: 1.8k
a/n ✑ christmas is my favorite holiday so it is mandatory that i post something for it :) please enjoy this little gift!! xoxo nye <3
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just jungkook casually doing a live of him laying in his bed 😳💀😂
💌 “fxck a fxckboy!" | myg
where you sort of hooked up with one of the school’s biggest fuckboys but end up leaving him hanging and never contacting him because…well…why not? somehow the universe brought you two together and now you’re left with dealing with him because he apparently caught feelings for you.
; pairing: flirty/smartass!y/n x fuckboy!yoongi
; warnings: ass grabbing, ass slapping, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, cock warming, blowjobs, breastplay, mention of sex toys, mention of masturbation, usage of mature words, some dirty talk, jealous yoongi (my fave hehe)
; genre: smut (18+), pwp (?)
; wc: 11k+ (the most i’ve ever written 🤯 sorry hehe)
a/n: fuck fuckboys or fuck a fuckboy? 🫣 honestly really wanted to write something for that pic of yoongi (jeeeesus😮💨) and thought “yeah i think he should be a fuckboy or something” lol…also peep the namaikizakari pic heheh—one of my favorite mangas!! 🫶
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He led you to his bedroom in his currently empty but shared apartment he lived in, your soft hand in his.
The two of you had just gone back from the bar, the two of you slightly tipsy—more him than you. You didn’t drink much compared to him. You knew your limits and you made sure that you stayed away from being severely, passed out drunk. To keep things short, you both had shitty days and you both just wanted to let it all out with a little one night stand—no biggy, right? But who would've thought that you would be doing a quick fuck with the one an only Min Yoongi, a fairly popular boy at your university who’s only interested in just fucking without any feelings. You could probably answer your statement, actually: the man is just down to fuck anyone he sees. You’ve heard it everywhere—all the little chitter chatter about him that goes around the school—he’s a man who doesn’t want to settle with one person. He wants a quick fuck, but never twice with the same person, and afterwards he won’t do anything else but sleep and ignore you as you leave.
He guides you over to his bed, making you sit on the edge while he goes ahead and locks the door from behind.
It’s not everyday where you get this sort of chance, so before you gave into coming to his place to hook up with him, you decided that you wanted to toy with him a bit—have him remember who you are.
He walks slowly over to you, scanning your body up and down as he licks his dry lips.
“Mm, so what’s your plan?” You hum, looking up at the tall man who stood in front of you. He’s bringing up a hand to twirl the loose strand of your long hair around his finger.
He smirks, removing his finger from your hair and taking his thumb and index finger to hold your chin.
“I figured it was kind of obvious with what’s going on, no?”
You snort at his remark, gently grabbing his arm by the wrist to pull his hand away from yours.
“I’m well aware of the game you play, Min, and obviously I’m completely up for it. But how about we change it up a little—let me take control this time?” You bat your long eyelashes at him, giving him a sweet and innocent look on your face. You release your grip around him, brushing your fingers up and down his forearm before placing your hands back in your lap.
Yoongi scoffs with a smile on his face, amused with your offer.
“Sure, princess. But if it gets bad, I’m gonna take over.”
You place a hand on his stomach, gently pushing down on him to get him to move back, which he does. You stand up in front of him, spin the two of you around and push him over again to make him sit on the edge of the bed.
“Alright,” you hum, now looking down at him.
His hands instinctively reach out to you to caress your curves, but you’re quick to give him light slaps to his hands to prevent him from doing so.
“We’ll go over some rules—one of them being no touching unless I say so. Two, I don’t like to kiss on the lips if I’m just doing a one night stand—.”
“—Pfft,” he cuts you off, “that’s stupid. But you’re willing to have sex?”
“I think kisses are more intimate and they deserve to be used in a place where feelings are there.”
He thinks to himself for a second, quietly considering your comment.
“I guess you can think that way, princess.”
You roll your eyes at him, removing your black leather blazer to reveal the little black cropped tank top and your short black miniskirt a little better.
God, he was drooling over you. Every curve of you looked absolutely delicious—he had to touch you but, of course, he wasn’t allowed to. He was even able to see your hardened and pierced tits through your shirt, which made him chuckle a bit. He was too excited to see them.
“No bra? Is that all for me?” He grins, licking his lips again.
You lean over, your face coming closer to his as you ignore his words. He was ready for you to just plant one on him, so he instinctively closed his eyes. You place your head on the side of his, lightly giggling at him.
“Cute,” you mumbled near his ear, making him immediately open his eyes, all embarrassed. Your hand slides into the front pocket of his button up shirt, taking out a large handkerchief. You pull away, looking back at him with a cheeky smile. “I was surprised to see that you had one of these in your pocket. It’ll be handy for today.”
Yoongi raises his eyebrow at you, unable to put one and one together.
“Last rule is that you’ll be blind folded until I say so. If any rules are broken, I’ll stop and leave.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“Should I just get going now?”
His dark eyes scan you up and down again, undressing you in his mind. You stood there in your all black outfit, playing with the long handkerchief by loosely wrapping it around your hands. You looked heavenly, it was screwing up his thoughts.
“Fuck,” he swears under his breath.
Something in him was also telling him to give this a try—see if he’s into it or not. It wouldn’t hurt to try, would it?
“I’ll play along with your little game, princess.”
“Great,” you hum with a smile on your face.
—
It didn’t end the way the two of you (possibly him more) wanted it to be.
Spoiler alert—you ended up leaving him while you were in the middle of teasing him, your hand wrapped around his long and hard cock, making him desperate for more of your touch.
Of course he was absolutely furious with you leaving him without having the chance to get to his release or even fuck you. You didn’t care, though. It wasn’t your problem anyways. He broke the rules and you left just like that—exactly what you told him before you started.
You kind of already expected Yoongi to slip and end the night short. All he wants is his dick to be wet—and you didn’t want to fall into that trick of his. Instead, he fell right into your trap—all left with blue balls and not a single taste of you.
You kind of already expected Yoongi to slip and end the night short. All he wants is his dick to be wet—and you didn’t want to fall into that trick of his. Instead, he fell right into your trap—all left with blue balls and not a single taste of you.
You kind of already expected Yoongi to slip and end the night short. All he wants is his dick to be wet—and you didn’t want to fall into that trick of his. Instead, he fell right into your trap—all left with blue balls and not a single taste of you.
You kind of already expected Yoongi to slip and end the night short. All he wants is his dick to be wet—and you didn’t want to fall into that trick of his. Instead, he fell right into your trap—all left with blue balls and not a single taste of you.
Now, it’s not like you hate him or anything. It’s more like you wanted to teach him a little lesson. This whole thing was never planned ahead, of course—you just got lucky enough to come in contact with him on one of those rare days where you actually decided to go out for a drink.
You internally laugh to yourself, barely focusing on what you’re doing behind your laptop.
“Y/n, how about we take this get together to my apartment? I can feel myself trying to fall asleep. I’ve been awake since 5 in the morning.”
You look over to the boy, watching him rub his eyes with the back of his hands and then stretching afterwards.
You chuckle at him, agreeing with his idea before the two of you start packing up and heading out of your school library.
The universe is actually pretty crazy. Or perhaps you’re just really lucky because who would’ve thought you’d be here again in the same apartment that you were in a while ago. However this time you’re here with Yoongi’s roommate, Hoseok—your classmate that you’ll be working on a project with.
You’re carefully scanning the place again as you enter, not being able to recognize a thing in the living room since you barely had a chance to look around the last time.
“Don’t worry, no one’s here right now. I think my roommate is out right now.”
You nod your head, somewhat hoping that you get to leave before Yoongi makes it back home.
“Make yourself at home, y/n! Don’t be shy! Grab some water if you want. I’m just going to use the restroom real quick!” He doesn’t let you answer as he scurries over down the hallway. Dropping your stuff down on the couch, you make your way towards the kitchen.
You were opening each cabinet one by one, in search of some cups. Honestly, you couldn’t care less if they were glass, plastic, or paper at this point since you still weren’t able to find any. Hoseok wasn’t that descriptive—matter of fact he didn’t really tell you—where things were, so it just looks like you're ransacking his kitchen.
Squatting down, you look in the cabinets of their kitchen island. Rummaging through things until you find the stupid cups.
“Hoseok, what’re you makin’?”
You froze in your stance, the two glass cups in your hands. The voice you heard was definitely not your classmate’s. It was lower, a bit gravelly as if they just woke up. This was most definitely the one and only Min Yoongi. Of course, the universe made you lucky enough to meet him again.
You muster up the courage, mentally slapping yourself to gain some more confidence to face him again. You slowly stood up, placing the glass cups on the countertop.
He looks up at you with a raised eyebrow, rubbing his eyes again to make sure that he wasn’t seeing things.
A lopsided smile grows on his face, as he moves closer to rest his arms on the counter.
“Back for a redo? Did you miss me or something?”
You snort, amused with the words that came out of his mouth. He definitely didn’t learn anything with your so-called “experiment”. Since you were already in this position, you made a quick decision to keep toying with him until he’s at his limit.
“Of course not. I’m here for your roommate.”
His sleepy eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, his neck slightly extended forward.
“My roommate? Hoseok? You’re about to go fuck that guy right now?”
Before you could answer, you were immediately cut off. The two of your heads both looking over to see the owner of that voice.
“Ah! Hyung! You’re home?!” He’s looking at Yoongi, to you, and back to the boy as he mentally took in the situation. “I see you’re already introducing yourself to y/n! She’s in my biology class. I’ve got a project to do with her.”
You couldn’t tell if the air around you guys was awkward, uncomfortable, or very tense. Honestly, it didn’t bother you at all that you were seeing Yoongi again for a second time—more like it just caught you off guard that you were actually lucky to see him for a second time.
Yoongi takes a glance over at you again and then back at Hoseok, silently observing the two of you.
“Yeah,” he pauses, “I skipped class ‘cuz I wanted to sleep.”
The other boy nods to acknowledge his words and the room goes quiet again. You clear your throat to break up the silence and make way to the water dispenser to fill up your cup.
“Are you thirsty Hoseok? I’ll bring some water to the table if you want me to.”
“Ah, no I’m fine,” his voice sounded like it was getting further as he spun around to go sit back down in front of the coffee table.
“I’ll take a cup.” You hear the other boy’s low voice even closer to you than before, so you glance over your shoulder to see him now standing behind you, body leaned against the island of the kitchen.
Turning around with one full glass in your hand and the other on the counter, you shoot him a quick smile and ignore his request before you walk past him to head over to Hoseok. He scoffs, his eyes following your body and then his whole body turns to watch you sit your pretty ass right next to Hoseok—all giggly and shit.
-
Standing behind the kitchen island became his favorite place to be at whenever you came over. He pretends to be on his phone or laptop, clean a little bit, or even cook up a little snack and eat it there. If it’s not already obvious, Yoongi was solely there to see you. (And monitor whatever was going on between you and Hoseok.)
There has been zero progression between the two of you within the past few days and he was growing impatient. The way Hoseok has been having you all to himself was pissing him off. Were you really going to fuck his friend? But why not him? Why’d you have to play games with him and leave him high and dry with no care in the world?
It was also pissing him off that you weren’t all over him like how other girls are with him. I mean—you made it pretty clear to him that you knew what kind of guy he is and how you didn’t really want much to do with him. I guess seeing the attention being only on Hoseok made him a bit…jealous…
..Yeah
…he was jealous…
That’s something he rarely feels.
Hoseok takes another bathroom break which gives Yoongi the chance to steal you away and get the ball going between the two of you. He quickly grabs his math textbook, a piece of paper, and a pencil from his desk in his room and sits right next to you on the couch with the sides of your thighs and arms both touching each other. Your head immediately turns to him, watching his movements with a raised eyebrow. He puts his textbook on top of Hoseok’s, flipping to a random page and points at a problem.
“Teach me how to do this,” Yoongi mumbles, eyes only on you and not whatever he was pointing at.
You look at him, a little thrown off. You glance over at the book and quickly scan the text, trying to see if you could actually help him at all.
“Calculus? You’re in calculus?”
He silently nods his head, patiently waiting for you to do something.
“I’m not really the best at math, but I can tell you what I know and maybe you could try to put things together with your knowledge?” You didn’t even bother to look up at him, pulling the textbook more towards you so that you could read the problem again.
All you did was talk him through the problem and explain what some things are, but none of it managed to stay in his brain when all he was focusing on was your voice. God, he could listen to you for hours.
He was scribbling stuff on his paper, working out the problem as you softly spoke to him.
“Ah, hyung—! You’re working on homework?!”
You immediately stood up from your spot, moving over to the side a bit to give Yoongi some space until you felt a grip around your wrist. You feel him pull you back down, making you sit right next to him with the side of your body touching his.
“You’re fine where you’re sitting,” he says in a low voice, head leaning closer to your ear.
Hoseok observes the two of you, getting a gist of what’s going on. He doesn’t sit down next to you like you thought he would, instead he starts walking away again, leaving you confused.
“I forgot—I have to make a phone call real quick.”
“Since when do you make phone calls?” You retort.
“Y/n, I’m a busy man. Don’t worry about it.” His eyes go from you to Yoongi, wiggling his eyebrows at him. You turn to look at Yoongi, watching the way he glares at Hoseok.
Yoongi blankly stared at him, not giving a fuck about whatever Hoseok this or Hoseok that has to do. He turns to look at you again once the other boy is out of the room.
“Could you quit looking at Hoseok like that?”
“Like what?”
“You know already.”
You scoff with a laugh.
“Yoongi, be more specific with me. I can’t read your mind.”
“You give him the prettiest smile while batting those long eyelashes of yours—he’s gonna fall for you and I don’t want that shit to happen.”
The pout in his voice is noticeable, you found it cute.
“Why don’t you want it to happen? Didn’t I tell you I was coming for him next?”
He clenches his jaw, a firm line on his lips. Hearing that just pissed him off even more. Of course he would never want that. He wants you to himself, even though he can’t explain why he wants you so badly.
“You should be going for me. Not Hoseok.”
You force a fake smile on your face, placing a hand on his bicep. You gently rub your hand up and down before letting it sneak up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. Your fingertips play with the ends of his long hair, slightly massaging the back of his head—doing all this just to tease him again.
“Yoongi, I’m not going to be one of your easy picks. You can look for another girl who can fulfill your needs.”
You’re about to remove your hand away from him until he grabs your arm and places it right on top of his shoulder where it rested before.
“I don’t want “another girl”, princess. My eyes are set on you.”
“All you want me to do is to get your dick wet and then you’ll just toss me like every other girl you've hooked up with,” you scoff.
“But if I don’t plan on doing that to you, then what?”
“You want a gold star for finally not thinking like a little fuckboy? Finally being a decent human being?”
He rolls his eyes, annoyed with the fact you were right. He is an asshole and he’s known to be that type of asshole. But he wasn’t going to be that asshole to you.
“Yoongi, how the hell am I supposed to trust you?”
“I can prove to you that I’m serious about you.”
“How can you be so serious about me when all we’ve done is hang out with each other once for a semi-hookup?”
“I guess you can call it love at first sight, doll,” he’s lazily smirking at you, a sight that makes you feel a little tingly inside.
You scoff again, hiding the little smile you had on your face from his stupid silly words. “Yoongi, you probably say that to every other girl just to convince them to hook up with you.”
“Alright, since you think all I do is think about sex, let's start by making it not about sex. I’ll go two weeks without masturbating or fucking any other women—which should be easy because all I want is you.”
There he goes again. He’s way too good at poking at your heart, making you feel something. God, you felt stupid but you can’t help but react that way.
You slowly move your arm off of his shoulder and slide your hand over to his chest, taking your index finger to play with the string of his hoodie by wrapping it around your finger.
“Make it four weeks.”
He’s taking one of his hands and gently sliding it over the side of your waist, caressing that area by moving his hand up and down.
“When did that hook up between us happen again?”
You furrow your eyebrows, thrown off by him asking this at this moment.
“2 weeks ago, I think?”
He’s smiling, leaning his head over to the side of yours, his breath tickling your ear.
“I’ve got two weeks left then, princess. You can ask Hoseok to confirm it if you want.”
You stare at him with a puzzled face when he pulls away from you.
“Hoseok knows when you jerk off?”
He lets out a low laugh, one of those throaty ones. You watch him as he smiles big with his teeth and gums all out.
“No—,” he chuckles, “he doesn’t. He knows that I haven’t been with anyone since I met up with you. I can confirm for myself that I haven’t jerked off at all these past 2 weeks—if that’s what you’re more worried about.”
You gently shove him away by the shoulders, annoyed by his teasing. But his grip around your waist tightens, and he’s pulling you closer to him.
“Alright, go ahead then.”
“Atta’, girl,” he hums, “but know that if I want something, I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that I get it.”
-
To be completely honest (and kind of stupid to admit), you didn’t expect him to last this long. Hoseok knew about the deal that was going on and he always brought up the fact that Yoongi hadn’t been going out or seeing anyone whenever he saw you in class—kinda funny, right? He only had a day left and you were sure you were going to lose.
Now, instead of accepting defeat, wouldn’t it be better to spice things up before you could come to terms with losing?
You were chuckling to yourself as you took pictures of yourself as you laid in bed. You pressed your arms together, making your breasts look larger in your plain black bra. You couldn’t leave out the matching black, lacey thong you had on too, so you took a couple snaps from the front and the back. Soon enough, you were already pressing the red button on your phone screen. Legs spread out as you teased yourself on the outside of your panties, creating a little wet spot.
Sent.
You take another clip of you massaging your breasts, slowly pulling down on your bra to reveal your hardened and pierced nipples. You gently flick your nipples with the tips of your finger nails, grazing against them ever so lightly, making sure your video clearly captures your little whimpers.
Sent.
From your bedside drawer, you took out your pink dildo, recording another clip of you sucking on just the tip of it before bringing your head lower to lick a stripe from the bottom and back to the tip. Holding the toy by the base, you release the tip with a little ‘pop’, bringing that hand to slowly move it up and down.
Sent.
You knew he had to fold. He just had to do something. I mean, not to be so full of yourself or whatever, how else would someone react if they received explicit videos and pictures from a person they liked?
This just had to be one of your greatest plans. You were sure that Yoongi was going to lose. He just has to text you any second now—or even tomorrow morning. With that being said, you were able to sleep comfortably for the night.
.
The uneasiness of Yoongi not texting you started to grow when you saw no new messages on your phone when you woke up. It continued to grow little by little as hours passed by—still no response coming from him.
You eventually gave up on the thought of you almost winning once the clock struck about 11:40 pm.
It was most definitely over for you.
You just had to accept it.
Maybe you might’ve gone a little overboard—or a little too confident in yourself. You really thought he would take the bait.
“Hoseok, give me a second. I think someone’s at my door.” You glance up from your paper to look at him on your propped up phone.
“At this time?” He asks, concerned for your safety.
You shrug, not really giving the situation a thought.
“I’ll keep you on facetime but I’m muting you. Just keep an eye out for me if I don’t show up on your screen after more than 5 minutes.” You’re already reaching over to tap on the mute button and getting up from the floor before you stride towards your door.
You figured that it was probably your neighbors or some student from school. The apartment complex was primarily made up of students, so you were sure it had to be a student knocking. Honestly, you were used to the noisiness coming from outside, the occasional parties, or the ding-dong ditching that a little knock on the door at this time doesn’t really bother you.
You were met with another view—in fact, an insanely rare view—that you would have never expected. Standing face to face in front of you—with your oversized big shirt and skimpy panties underneath—was the one and only Min Yoongi.
He looks you up and down, a smug look appearing on his face. You look up at him with a raised eyebrow, slightly scoffing before turning around to your phone to unmute it and leaving the boy at the door.
“Never mind, Hoseok, it was nobody. Just give me a minute.”
You immediately muted your phone again once you heard the door being locked and a little chuckle.
“A nobody—hm,” he hums.
He sticks his hands in his pockets, slowly making his way towards you as he takes a couple glances around your apartment. He stops and stands in front of you, leaving a couple feet in between.
“Yoongi, what the hell are you doing here?
“The photos and videos you sent me.”
You smiled, but quickly dropped it. A bit excited to hear him finally bring up the topic you’ve been waiting for.
“Oh? Shit—I must’ve sent them to you by accident. They were for someone else.” You watch as one of his eyebrows furrowed together, clearly concerned with what you just said.
“Who?”
“Hoseok, of course.” You knew by saying this he would go mad—and that’s what you wanted to see. You wanted to push his buttons, make him frustrated with you, and see what he would do.
“And the outfit? You’re wearing that while you’re on facetime with Hoseok?”
“Well, yeah—wouldn’t it be easier to give him a little show this way?” You say teasingly.
After that being said, his whole demeanor shifts. He’s clenching his teeth, causing his sharp jawline to be more defined. His eyes on you felt heavier, as if they were burning holes into your own. His flirty, teasing self that he usually had on him was gone. The change slightly scared you, but you didn’t want to show him that.
He was mad.
He never wanted to hear that come out of your mouth ever again.
“Guess so?” Is all he says.
“Did you like the pictures at least?”
“Did I like the pictures?” He repeats, his tone strong.
He scoffs again, chuckling right afterwards.
The two of you turn to your phone when you both hear Hoseok calling out for you. Taking the phone in your hand this time, you unmute to quickly apologize to him. Before you know it, a pair of arms are wrapped around your waist and a head is resting on your shoulder.
“She’s busy, call later,” Yoongi mumbles, glancing over at your phone. You were too stunned to say something, his actions completely catching you off guard.
“Hyung?! There you fucking are! You could’ve told me where you were heading to before running out like that—.” Yoongi quickly hits the ‘end’ button before the other boy could keep going. He’s taking your phone away from your hands and tosses it over somewhere on your couch before his arms find your waist again.
“I didn’t like the answer I heard earlier,” he hums.
“Which one?”
You let out a little yelp when you feel him gently sink his teeth on your shoulder.
“Don’t play stupid with me, doll. You already know.”
“Ah,” you laugh a little awkwardly, “suddenly I do remember what you’re talking about.”
He snorts, rolling his eyes at your comment with a smile on his face.
“Were they really for him? Because I feel like they couldn’t be.”
“Why couldn’t they?”
It’s quiet for a second as he thinks to himself.
“You drive me crazy, you know that? You and that little attitude of yours—just makes me want to fuck it right out of you.”
He lowers his head closer to your neck. His lips lightly brush against your skin before he slowly kisses a line down your neck.
“Doubt you could.”
You keep your composure. Internally screaming at yourself that none of this was phasing you.
Because it definitely wasn’t.
Well, it shouldn’t—at least.
“Yeah? Should I try?”
He released an arm from your waist, his hand already creeping up underneath your baggy shirt. The rough pad of his fingers caressing your soft skin.
Butterflies.
It’s all you could feel at this moment.
He’s too smooth at this—that dumb, experienced but fine asshole.
You shouldn’t.
You really shouldn’t.
It was a bad idea—I mean, does this man actually have a drop of interest in you?
You turn around while in his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck. You’re massaging the back of his head with a hand, then play with the ends of his long, black hair. His hands rest on your waist.
“Shouldn’t you be doing this with a girl that you genuinely like?”
He looks at you with a raised eyebrow again, a face filled with disbelief. He scoffs, but a light chuckle comes out of his mouth right afterwards.
“You just really like to rile me up, don’t ya, princess?” He lowly mumbles.
“Yoongi—!” You yelp, holding onto him tighter.
He’s hooking his hands underneath your thighs, lifting you up and carrying you over to lay you on the couch. You remove yourself from him, allowing him to hover himself above you.
“I don’t know how clear you want me to be, but I feel like I made it pretty clear that I’m serious about you.”
“You think that not jerking off or not hooking up with random girls for a whole month is really proof that you’d change just for me?”
“Well, wasn’t that the deal?”
“I mean I accepted it because I felt bad and it just seemed like you really wanted to prove something to me.”
“Yeah—because you won’t believe me that I’m actually into you.”
“This feels like something you’d say to every other girl you hook up with.”
“God—will you quit bringing up other girls?! I couldn’t care any less about them if I have you in front of me.”
Butterflies. It’s the stupid butterflies again.
“Shut up,” you mumble, turning your face away from him to avoid his gaze.
A quick pause of silence. Not enough time to collect your thoughts.
“What? Did I get your heart to skip a beat? Is that why you won’t look at me right now?”
Without saying anything, you shook your head with your head still facing the other way.
“Cute,” he chuckles, his breath hitting your face.
You feel the weight of him above you disappear. His hands were wrapped around your ankles, tugging them towards him as he sat near your feet.
“At least look at me when I eat you out.”
“Shut up,” your face grows a shade of red out of embarrassment.
He couldn’t help but keep the teasing smile on his face. Yoongi positions himself that allows him to place your legs over his shoulders. He slowly lifts up your t-shirt that’s covering your lower half, leaning more towards your core.
“Such pretty panties,” he hums, “just for me to see, huh?”
“No,” you say without glancing down at him, “it was for Hoseok.”
With no warning, Yoongi’s taking his thumb to rub circles on the outside of your panties and against your clit. You slightly gasp in surprise, mumbling a “Yoongi, wait” under your breath.
“Of course you would say that. You really make me want to fuck that brattiness out of you. Turn you into a girl who wants just me—my girl.”
Lowering his thumb to where your hole would be at, he brings his face to your covered core and tries to bite on your covered nub but instead gently grazes his teeth against it. He takes his tongue and flattens it against it, making the fabric even wetter than before.
You gasp, immediately covering your mouth with your hands to stop yourself. You felt a shiver run down your spine, shots of electricity on the places he touches.
“Hmm, was that little gasp from me or him?”
You already knew you wanted to keep messing with him, make him mad just for fun. But before you could answer he’s already pulling your baby pink skimpy panties to the side, licking a long stripe from your hole to your most sensitive part.
“Ah—Yoongi!” You yelp with an airy voice.
He’s pulling back, chuckling, very happy with your answer.
“So sweet, princess. I think I’m gonna be addicted.”
The boy goes back to your heat, mouth going straight to your clit. He’s sucking on it, swirling his tongue around it as he does so. You remove your hands from your face, quickly bringing them to his hair. Your fingers get tangled in his long, black hair as you tug on him to bring his face closer to you. Yoongi laps up your essence that flows out of you, coating a little bit of his chin. You’re whining as he sloppily kisses your clit, feeling how wet you are from the mixture of his saliva and your own wetness.
You yelp again once you feel Yoongi’s thick, long finger slowly enter your hole.
“It just slid right in. Fuck—you’re so wet, baby.”
He hums against your clit, thrusting his finger slowly in and out of you, causing you to groan in pleasure.
“Yoon..gi—please—,” you whine with a choke, already feeling yourself go blank.
He’s already adding a second finger, curling it upwards and picking up the pace as he thrusts them into you.
“Fuck—pleasepleaseplease!!”
You didn’t know what exactly you were begging for, and neither did he. But it got him chuckling when he heard your little pleads.
“Cum on my face, baby, and I’ll give you whatever you’re asking for.” He places a couple kisses onto your inner thigh before he dives back into your pussy.
Your eyes are rolling back, your whole body feeling warm. Yoongi doesn’t waste any time on sucking on your little sensitive bead. Your body speaks for itself as loud squelching noises and your whimpers fill the room. He can feel you tightening around him already, a sign he knew that you were about to come undone. He’s plunging his fingers into you, making sure you’re fully taking them in. The slurping sounds and grunts he makes get louder, but not as loud as you were.
“Ah! Yoongi—!” You cried, digging the heel of your foot to his back, which allowed you to raise your hips up. He’s immediately pushing you back down, his free hand wrapped around your thigh in an attempt to stop you from moving.
“Cum,” he says, humming into your core, then immediately flicking his tongue against your clit.
Something in you snaps—it was as if he was able to control you, your legs start to shake as you finally cum on his fingers. He helps you ride out your high, slowly thrusting his fingers into you and moving his face to your inner thigh to pepper kisses onto it again.
“Good girl,” he coos, removing his fingers and lifting your legs off his shoulders to set them on either side of him. He watches as your breathing evens and your eyes flutter open. He’s rubbing circles with his thumb on top of your thigh as he holds onto them, enjoying this small moment.
“Use me like how you used that toy of yours in the photos and videos you sent me. Show me how you play with yourself, baby.”
“You’re too bossy.”
“But you like it,” he’s smiling, sitting against the armrest of the couch on the other side.
You sit up, closing your legs and tugging your t-shirt to show some modesty.
“Mmm, I do. But I think you’d like it even more if I was the bossy one.”
“Alright,” he chuckles, “go ahead and be bossy, princess.”
You carefully get up with wobbly legs and stand in front of the boy, who immediately turns his whole body so that he’s seated properly. You get on your knees and then sit on your heels, looking up at him with innocent yet slightly fucked-out eyes.
“I won’t be blindfolding you this time. But there’s still going to be no touching, so put your hands under your thighs and keep them there.”
He’s rolling his eyes with a small scoff.
“Not this shit again. You’ll leave me like last time.”
You laugh, giving him a gentle slap to his thigh.
“So do you not want me to do what I did in that video I sent you?”
He’s already shoving his hands under his thighs, impatiently waiting for you to start.
You start to pull down his sweatpants, along with his boxers and he helps you by lifting his bottom up. There you’re met with his hardened cock, sprung up and against his lower torso. Your hand immediately goes to the base of it to gently squeeze him, your fingertips barely able to touch. You glance up at him, carefully watching his strained face that’s asking for more.
You move your head closer, leaning in more a bit to gather up the saliva in your mouth and spit onto the tip of his cock. You slide your hand up and down to spread it around. Finally, you take your tongue and press it against his slit, your touch instantly making him hiss. Wrapping your lips around just the tip, you suck on it and swirl your tongue around the shape of it. He was on the thicker side, but with a decent length. You were unsure if you would be able to actually fit him in your mouth (or even in you), but nevertheless you were determined to make him cum even if you had to completely stuff him in your mouth.
Slowly, you push your head down on him. You begin to bob your head, taking him in little by little. Having him barely halfway in your mouth already verified that he was in fact pretty big. You used your hand to wrap around whatever else you couldn’t reach, pumping his cock at the same speed as your mouth.
“Fuck—,” he hissed, “don’t push yourself too hard, baby.” His teeth were clenched together, doing what he could to stop himself from groaning.
This was what he has been waiting for: to be intimate with you. It’s what he was anticipating at the beginning, but he feels that the wait for it was making this whole experience feel too damn good.
Yoongi’s throwing his head back, listening to the most vulgar sounds coming from you as you choked and gagged on his cock. He’s looking back at you, watching the way you took him in with tears running down your face.
What a fucking sight.
“Look at me, baby. Eyes on me,” his voice gruff.
You follow his directions, looking at him through your eyelashes and eyes all watery. Your eyebrows furrowed as you push yourself down on him more, a trail of saliva leaking out of the corner of your mouth.
“So pretty,” he grunts. The only thing that he was missing right now was his hands being all over you, but he wasn’t willing to take the risk and make things turn around like how it did the first time.
You pull away with a little ‘pop’, giving him a sweet and innocent smile before using the tip of your tongue to trace the long and bulging vein underneath his cock. Once you make it back to the tip, you stick out your flattened tongue. With your hand still on the base, you move his cock against your tongue, moving it side to side and then roughly hitting your tongue with just the tip before taking him in again. You hum around him and swirl your tongue around him as you quickly bob your head.
He lets out another strained groan, followed by a hushed mumble of your name. You wanted to get him to cum, to make himself lose control just like how he did earlier. However, giving him head and seeing the way he was right now was turning you on. You could feel yourself throbbing, selfishly wanting a little more. Yoongi, on the other hand, didn’t want to finish off in your mouth. He wanted to be inside you; he had to finish inside you.
“Fuck. I can’t do this.”
Yoongi quickly takes out his hands from under his thighs and removes you from him, halting your movements. Quickly, he stuffs himself back into his sweatpants. He’s lifting you up again, his arms under your thighs and his body pressed against yours. You hold him tightly around his neck, clinging on to him like you were a koala.
“Room. Tell me now.”
“The first door down the hallway on the right.”
He’s speeding his way down there, sitting down on the bed first while he is holding on to you. Yoongi lays back, scooting himself upwards so that his head is more on your pillows. He positions you to sit on his crotch, but you move back onto his thighs to prevent yourself from grinding on his hard-on.
He’s caressing your sides as the two of you look at each other, eyes filled with lust.
“Let me see you ride me like how you do with your dildo. I won’t touch you this time, I swear,” he’s putting his hands behind his head, “please, baby.”
He was desperate. Insanely desperate.
And he looks cute to you when he’s desperate. You couldn’t blame him for feeling that way because you were feeling the same. Without saying anything, you lift up your hips and hover above his thighs. You pull his hard cock back out of his pants, holding it up as you position yourself above it.
“Wait—condoms—damn it!” He mumbles, “I didn’t bring any because I wasn’t really expecting to go far.”
You watch him groan in frustration, clearly mad at himself.
“Fuck–sorry. I’ll go buy some. I think I saw a gas station down the road? Just–fuck–please don’t lock me out, y/n.”
He finally looks at you, eyes met. He looked desperate. Absolutely desperate.
You’re biting your bottom lip out of habit, quietly thinking to yourself. You let go of his cock, allowing it to hit his lower stomach. You place yourself on top of it, your wet, bare folds against the length of his cock.
“Am I going to be the last person you’ll ever be fucking?”
You move your hips, gently grinding yourself against him to rile him up a bit, causing him to swear under his breath.
“You’re the only girl I ever want to fuck.”
You scoff, rolling your eyes with a smile on your face.
“I better be.”
He’s chuckling now, a big lopsided smile plastered on him, and a little less tense.
You’re raising your hips again, grabbing his thick cock and placing it under you. With your panties pushed to the side, you drag the tip of his cock against your wet folds, causing you to clench around nothing. The excitement and nervousness was causing you to shake a little, and he was immediately able to notice it. He grabs you by your wrist, your eyes follow along his arm and fall onto his face.
“If you don’t want to do this, don’t force yourself, okay?” He’s looking at you, his eyes soft and concerned for you. A whole different side to him.
You smile at him, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips—completely forgetting your meaning behind kisses and catching him off guard.
“I want this as much as you do.”
He’s looking at you, nodding his head with a dazed look, questioning his whole existence.
Did this mean…? Or was it an accident?
He still shouldn’t try to initiate another kiss from you—what if you just leave him again?
…Right?
Before he could get his thoughts together, he was already feeling your pussy wrap around the top portion of his cock. You’re letting out a whine as you slowly ease yourself down on him, just like you would with your toy. Yoongi hisses at you tightly squeezing onto him—god it was making him go insane.
“Y-yoongi,” you gasp, “t-too bi-g!”
You stay still on top of him, squeezing onto him uncontrollably as you wait for yourself to get used to him. Having him inside you definitely confirmed he was on the thicker side; it immediately had you rolling your eyes back at how full it made you feel. Although you weren’t moving, you were a little noisy—little mumbles of swears and his name or airy whines. It turned him on a lot, and it took a lot in him to not take over right now.
“Good girl,” he grunts, eyes focused on the look at your face. “You take me in so good.”
Your face felt hot, your mind was fogging up. The feeling of being stuffed was too good, but you were wanting something more. Your hips, as if you had no control over them, started to grind against Yoongi’s. You lean back, holding yourself up by placing your hands on top of Yoongi’s thighs. Your mouth hangs open as your hips move in circles.
“So pretty, baby,” he coos.
His eyes couldn’t leave at the view of your pussy sucking him in. It’s like you didn’t want him to ever remove himself from you. He takes his hand to move the front part of your panties to the side, exposing more of you. He brings his thumb to his tongue and gives it a little lick before bringing it back to you. He presses his thumb against your swollen and sensitive clit, drawing circles around it.
“Yoongi!” You squealed, your hips stuttering.
“Keep moving baby, you can do it.”
You’re begging for who knows what and mumbling his name in between. The sweetest moans and whimpers escaping your mouth was all music to his ears. He could listen to this all day.
The sight of you nearly losing yourself from his cock, how noisy you were from just barely grinding on him—Yoongi loved it all.
Fuck, he really loved it all.
He craved for more, though. This wasn’t enough.
“God, I can’t hold back. I’ve got to kiss you.”
He’s extending his arm out to you, placing his large hand behind your neck, pulling you closer to him. You press your body against him as you lay on top of him. Your lips immediately find his. He’s kissing you with hesitation, afraid of you pulling back and ending it all. But your arms travel to its way to wrap around his neck, holding him close to you. It gave him the sense that you were okay with this. Both of his hands slither to the sides of your ass, gripping onto them as he spreads them apart and slaps your ass with a loud smack. His hands end up resting on the top of your ass, guiding you up and down as you bounced on his cock.
You’re groaning in pleasure, head going blank. He was kissing you as if he wanted to make sure he memorized every curve of your lip, the way your tongue felt as it was trying to fight for dominance with his, and how it felt too good to suck on your tongue to get a moan out of you.
He’s already pulling away, but your body didn’t want him to stop.
“Yoongi—,” you whimper with a pout on your lips, eyes glassy, “—more please.”
“More what, baby?”
“Just kiss me again, please–,” you whine.
He thought he was going absolutely insane.
Just those few words made his chest feel so heavy.
While keeping one hand on your ass, he takes the other and brings it to the back of your head, crashing your lips against each other. You keep yourself there, his hand moving back to your ass to help you move down on him as his hips continue to thrust upwards into you.
You’re moaning loud. Way too loud. And all he could do was swallow your moans—tongue exploring all over the inside of your mouth— or press his lips hard against yours. You part away from his lips, burying your face against the crevice of his neck.
“Yoongi—ah-,” you squeal, “fuck, please—!”
He’s chuckling at the way you weren’t making sense, mumbling anything that you could even spit out. It was cute—he was making you go dumb in the brain.
“You’re doing so good, baby—fuck,” his hold on your ass tightens, as he’s thrusting into you even harder.
He could feel your movements slowing, getting tired. It came to the point where you held your hips high while hovering over him, letting him thrust upwards as you’re leaning over and moaning into his neck.
With a couple more thrusts, he’s easily sliding out of you.
“Yoongiii—,” you whined, but he ignores it. Instead he’s sitting you two up, standing up and holding you up with his hands under your bottom, turning around and laying you on the bed this time. He pulls you down closer to the edge of the bed by your legs. You’re slowly pressing your legs together, missing him being in between you.
“Don’t leave,” you mumble softly with a pout on your lips. Your eyes glistening yet were filled with lust.
Yoongi’s eyes soften as he looks at you with adoration. He could feel his heart become fuller. And the urge to wrap his arms around you just to squeeze you tight become stronger.
Fuck—call him crazy because he must be really in love with you.
He had to make you his—it just felt right to have you.
He’s moving your legs to the side, allowing him to lean over and peck a soft kiss on your lips.
“I would never.”
Yoongi stands up straight, removing his hoodie and t-shirt to reveal his toned torso. He then sheds off his sweatpants and boxers, standing completely naked in front of you.
He’s tugging onto your panties, helping you remove them and tossing them somewhere in your room.
“This—,” he starts to push up your baggy shirt, “—off.”
You lift your arms and head up as he helps you get the shirt off of you, but your arms immediately fall on top of your breasts, covering them up.
His eyes roam around your body, taking mental photos for him to think about later.
“Don’t hide, baby,” he hums, taking his hands to pull your legs apart, exposing the lower part of your body. His hands go for yours, removing them from your breasts and pinning your hands above your head.
“Yoongi—!” You squeal.
“God, I’ve been waiting for these especially.”
He’s staring too hard at your perky, soft tits. A silver metal bar with two balls at the ends of it pierced right through both of your nipples. He knew you had them; he saw them right through your top the first time he met you. He just wanted to see it all underneath and in-person. Fuck, you were sexy. Too fucking sexy. Just looking at you makes him way too goddamn hard—he could probably just cum just like that. Even earlier with just your oversized t-shirt and your hair down, you were just as sexy.
He keeps one hand around your wrists and takes his free hand to your left breast, gently massaging it with your nipples in between his index and middle finger. He leans down to encase your hard nipple in his mouth, swirling his wet tongue around it, fiddling with the little piercing, before sucking on it.
You let out his name in an airy moan, arching your back instinctively. He releases you and moves his head higher, placing his lips on the soft skin of the upper part of your breasts, sucking and nibbling on it until it turns a nice shade of red.
“My pretty girl,” he’s mumbling against your skin.
He’s leaving a trail of kisses that lead to your other breast, switching hands so that he’s now groping the other breast he was just giving love to. Yoongi flattens his tongue against your nipple, allowing it to graze against it before he's using the tip of his tongue to draw circles around it. It seemed like it wasn’t much, but the sensations you were getting from it was just making you wetter. Your nipples were just so sensitive that your little moans and gasps were inevitable. Soon, he’s marking you up—a couple of love bites scattered around the flesh of your breasts.
“Yoongi—want your cock—please,” you mumble.
Pulling away, he looks at you—helpless and vulnerable underneath him. No bratty attitude or little unnecessary comments. Just you begging—wanting him and just him. It’s a sight he could definitely get used to.
He lets go of your wrists, but you keep them there. He’s grabbing his length, giving it a couple strokes before he runs the tip down your slit to collect your wetness, causing you to shiver.
“Anything for you, princess,”
He’s lining up himself in front of you, the tip slowly starting to sink in.
“Let me know if you want to stop–please. The last thing I want to do is hurt you,” he’s leaning over, head positioned next to your ear.
You nod your head, not trusting your mouth as he’s slowly sinking in. You’re scrunching your face, wincing a bit from still not being used to his size. He waits again for you to adjust again, making sure you’re doing okay.
He’s spreading your legs apart more, pushing your bent legs down to make more space. His hands rest on your waist, pulling back to slide himself out before going back in slowly. He was treating you as if you were fragile, his thrusts more gentle than how he was earlier. Despite how vocal you are with your little whimpers, it still wasn’t enough for you.
“Yoongi—more,” your eyes flutter open, “fuck me like I’m your slut.”
Your words threw him off, but it did manage to make him feel something.
He pulls all the way back and rams himself back into you with a hard thrust. You let out a loud moan of his name, eyes rolling back and closed shut. He keeps himself at a steady pace, making sure his thrusts are hard enough to get you to keep babbling nonsense.
“‘Like you’re my slut’, hm?” He’s chuckling, bringing his thumb to your bottom lip, tugging it gently. “Guess I forgot my baby likes being rough,” he starts to push him thumb into your mouth, your lips instantly wrapping around it.
“Suck.” He demands, and you do it shamelessly. Your hands go up to your breasts, cupping them underneath before massaging them.
He’s admiring the way you looked again—stuffed both ways. You’re making a mess around him and his thumb, while you were fondling your marked up tits, and your pussy just can’t help but keep sucking him right back in. Fuck. It’s heavenly.
“You look so pretty, princess. I want to be the only one who gets to see you this way.”
He’s snapping his hips harder, grunting with every move. He’s removing his thumb, but your mouth hangs wide open.
“Yoongi—fuck—ngh—!” You’re whining a lot, chanting his name as you beg for no reason.
“Yeah? Is my pretty slut going to cum?”
He brings his thumb to your clit, applying some pressure onto it before he starts rubbing it in circles. You were feeling lightheaded, vision blurry as tears started to form in your eyes. He thrusts into you as hard as he can, the sounds echoing off the walls.
“—Nnghh—Yoon—gi!” You choked.
He’s hovering over you, his free hand next to your head as it’s holding him up. Your thighs were almost pressed against your chest, sort of folding your body in half. This position allowed him to penetrate you even deeper, hitting you in all the right places.
“God!” He slams himself, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, “fuck!”
Yoongi quickens his speed with his thumb on your clit, making you clench tightly around him. He knew you were about to come. He’s already memorized your signals from earlier. You were on the brink of doing so, and he was just about at his limit too.
“‘m gonna fill you up with my cum,” he growls into your ear, “sluts like you like that, huh princess?”
“Please—!” You squeak, “want it so bad!”
Fuck—that does it.
He just couldn’t say no to you.
He’s standing up straight, hands back on your waist to hold you steady. If it was even possible, he was drilling into you even harder and faster. Eager to get the two of you to cum. You grip onto his muscular arms, fingernails digging into his skin, arching your back. Your panting becomes louder, but the obscene, wet squelching noises start to drown your moans. The knot inside you was about to come undone, you just couldn’t handle it anymore. With another moan of his name—and a couple other words—, you finally reach your high, cumming on his cock.
Yoongi could’ve sworn you mumbled a little ‘I love you’ as you came undone. Triggering him to not be able to hold it in anymore. He stutters in his movements, taking a couple long thrusts before he releases load, painting the insides of your walls white.
He gives you a couple weak thrusts, wanting to keep his cum deep in you before he removes himself. As he pulls out, he watches the mixture of you both slowly spill out of your abused hole. He’s running to grab a kleenex from on top of your dresser, cleaning up the mess you two have made.
Before he could even ask you if you were okay, you were fast asleep. You just couldn’t help it when your body was just so exhausted.
He’s chuckling at your sleeping figure, finding it cute that you fell asleep right after fucking.
—
Yoongi lifts up the notebook paper up to his face, squinting at the words scribbled onto it.
‘Thanks for the night. Went out for a little, so feel free to leave whenever. I’ll take care of cleaning :)!’
Fuck.
Fuck.
A ‘one-night-stand.’
Yoongi scoffs in disbelief.
He got played by you.
A quick fuck and that was just it.
He’s running his fingers through his dark, disheveled hair, hand moving down to rub his face. He groans into his palm, plain annoyed.
He’s quickly getting up, putting his sweats over his boxers as he searches for his hoodie.
Standing there near the edge of the bed, his eyes scan the room to see it nowhere to be found.
Perhaps you wore it out?
He's smiling to himself, the thought of that happening actually making him feel giddy.
He opts to just wear the shirt he was wearing underneath, dragging his feet across the floor as he heads over to open your bedroom door. It then finally hit him that he had the freedom to roam around your apartment, wait for you to come back home, or make an attempt at figuring out where you might’ve gone.
He entered the awfully quiet living room, your papers still scattered on your coffee table.
He could still smell the faint aroma of coffee that’s lingering in the room, as if someone just recently made a fresh cup of coffee—he knew you still had to be around here or that you had just barely left.
Yoongi’s looking around, checking to see if you’ve taken your keys with you—nope.
But you did leave the door to your balcony open.
Ah-ha…
And there you were.
Outside on the small balcony of your apartment, body against the railing. You were watching the calmness of the morning, or whatever that was out there, with a coffee mug in your hand. He’s walking up to you, admiring how tiny and cute you looked, drowning in his hoodie before pressing his back against yours. He wraps his toned arms around your shoulders. He takes his hand and cups your chin, tilting your head back so that you can see him upside down. Yoongi brings his sleepy face close to you, pressing a firm yet tired kiss against your lips. Your lips immediately reciprocate, feeling his hand that was on your chin slide down to your neck. He pulls away with a low groan—either because of you or that he's tired (probably a mix of both).
You tilt your head forward, looking back at the mellow street.
“Too much creamer,” he mumbles sleepily, licking his lips. He brings his head next to the side of yours, resting it on top of your shoulder. His breath hits against the side of your neck as he exhales.
You chuckle at his comment.
“Did I scare you?”
Yoongi’s quiet for a second, tightening his hold around you. He brushes his lips against the side of your neck, then leaves gentle kisses on the same spot.
“A little…but I am at your apartment, so I would’ve waited for you to come home.”
You’re smiling big.
Damn. He got you. He’s really got you smiling like a whole doofus. Guess you didn’t think this through.
“Ah—,” you groan with a laugh afterwards, bringing up your hands to push him away, “go home already.”
His hold loosens as you push your way free. He’s chuckling too as he watches you walk away all flustered and to the door. He’s quick to catch up with you, closing the door behind him as he enters. You don’t realize that Yoongi was still following you when you felt his arms wrap around your waist again once you set your coffee on the counter.
“There’s enough space for both of us here.”
“What makes you think I’d want you to stay here?”
He hums, resting his chin on top of your head.
“Mmm, weren’t you the one who told me that you loved me first?”
“It was in the heat of the moment.”
“Ah…,” he pauses, “and the kisses you were begging from me?”
“Also in the heat of the moment.”
Yoongi scoffs, turning you around so that you’re facing him. He’s bending down to pick you up with his hands under your thighs, sitting you on top of the counter. He leans in to kiss you slowly and you reciprocate, arms already wrapping around his neck.
When he pulls away, catching you with a little pout on your face which makes him chuckle.
“‘Heat of the moment’ my ass—you seemed to like that kiss and you’re giving me a look that’s telling me you want more, hm?”
You shook your head.
He leans in to peck your lips once, twice—a third time.
“Shouldn’t you be pushing me away since you don’t like me that way?”
You roll your eyes at him, shaking your head afterwards. A small pause of silence.
He wanted to hear you say it. Loud and clear.
“I do like…,” you mumble, trailing off. You turn your head away, looking over to the side.
“Louder for me, baby.” He takes his hand and brings your face to look at him again.
You sigh, rolling your eyes.
“You’re cute and all—,” you mumble, but quickly add on, “—but I want to get to know you more first.”
You watch the side of his lips slowly turn upwards. He’s smiling big, as if he finally won the gold medal in a marathon. Then he’s chuckling—both in relief and because of you being so cute.
‘Finally’ he thought. He’ll take what he can get.
“I told you baby,” he’s bringing his hands up to cup your face, a thumb caressing one of the sides of your cheek, “if I want something, I’m going to do whatever it takes to get it. Even if that means taking you out on a million dates to get you to be my girlfriend. That’s been my plan for the past few weeks.”
Rolling your eyes again with a smile. You pucker your lips, signaling for him to give you a quick kiss, which he does with no hesitation.
“You’re so annoying.”
With his hands still cupping your face, he squishes your face, your lips even more puckered which makes it hard for you to speak.
“I’m all yours, got that? I’m not going to have a one-time-thing with you.”
“You sure about that?”
“You really think I’d just let you go just like that?” He scoffs, with a smile. “You’re mine.” He’s removing his hands from your face, resting them on the sides of the counter top, trapping you in between.
“Okay, okay,” you snort with a chuckle, “d’you want breakfast at least?”
He’s eyeing you up and down, a small smirk on his face. You watch the tip of his tongue peak out, then licking his lips.
“Yoongi…,” you whine, “it’s too early,” you roll your eyes with a small smile on your face.
“It’s never too early, baby.” His hands move around to your waist, quickly embracing you into a tight hug, pulling you close to his body.
“Can’t you give me some more time to rest?”
He’s bringing his head to the side of your neck, lighting pressing his lips against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses from the base of your neck to below your earlobe.
“I’ve given you plenty,” he mumbles against your skin.
“God you really are annoying.”
“You still like me though.”
As if he already knew what you would say, he gently bites down on the spot on your neck that he's been stuck on, causing you to let out an airy yelp.
“—I didn’t say anything!”
“You were thinking about saying it.”
“How would you know?”
He’s laughing at your attitude—he found you so fucking cute. He’s resting his head on your shoulder, his breath hitting the side of your neck. He’s tightening his hold around you a little more, while you bring a hand to his head to comb your fingers through his hair and gently massage his scalp.
There’s a small pause of silence. It wasn’t awkward—in fact it felt comfortable between the two of you, almost as if it was needed. This was all sort of new to Yoongi, and he found himself liking this a little too much. Sharing the same bed, waking up to you still around and in his clothes, morning kisses, your little attitude that he enjoys poking at, and the warm and tingly feelings he gets when he’s wrapped around you.
Maybe this is what he needed in his life—someone to finally smack him around and hold him down. Make him work harder than usual to get what he wants—or not give him immediately what he wants. Someone who will switch things up and surprise him. It just so happens that out of everyone he’s hooked up with, you managed to do all of that—and now you even got him wrapped around your finger.
1999 | jjk (m)
summary: the year was 1999. boybands were wearing all-white outfits, everybody wanted an ibook or a tamagotchi, tlc didn’t want no scrubs, fight club was playing in movie theaters and you became jeon jungkook’s fake girlfriend in order to fix his reputation. pairing: campus royalty!jungkook x f reader genre: one shot, 90s au, college au, hockey au, childhood neighbors to friends to idiots to lovers, fake dating, fluff, crack, angst, smut rating: 18+ word count: 17.9k warnings: ok so we got lots of swearing, 90s lingo throughout, crack humor, banter, jk calls reader tiny, alcohol consumption, mentions/use of cigarettes, steroids and drugs (eg. marijuana + ecstasy), partying, 90s pop culture references, 90s technology, neglectful parents, family issues, mention of minor character death, angst! angst! angst!, pining lol, lotta kissing, sexual tension, pet names, explicit smut so clit stimulation, titty fondling, handjob, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected sex (pls wrap it before u tap it), big dick!jk, calvin klein jk, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, creampie, minor degradation, aftercare (uwu)
a/n: this was so much fun to write and i absolutely adore these characters—i hope you guys do as well! thank you to everyone who read the teaser and waited patiently for the full fic, i appreciate you all so very much. fingers crossed it exceeds your expectations ♡ please feel free to let me know what you think, my ask box is always open! ☻
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Shoulders slumped, you leaned back into the hard plastic, bright royal blue colored chair you’d been occupying for the past ten minutes.
The glimmer of hope had instantly vanished from your eyes and your lips had curved downwards into a small, discouraged frown.
Truthfully, you couldn’t be overly disappointed. This had become a standard occurrence; one you were far too familiar with by now. You’d expected your inbox to be empty, but that didn’t take away from the sheer devastation you felt upon seeing the bolded zero on the computer monitor screen.
Since your first year of college, you have been sending your father emails from your student account once a week during your scheduled time slot in the campus computer lab.
These emails consisted of updates any loving and involved parent expected from their children, such as: what your week was like, what projects and assignments you’d been working on and what your grades were.
Not once did he reply.
Your fraught relationship with your father had begun since the day your mother left when you were just a preschooler. He wasn’t a terrible parent, but he wasn’t a fabulous one either. He did the bare minimum for you growing up (as in, what is legally required for parents to do for their children). When it came to taking an interest into what your hobbies were or what your talents and strengths were—he was totally absent.
He didn’t know how to be a ‘girl dad’, as he claimed. His main focus outside of his work as an industrial engineer was ice hockey. Ever since he was a child growing up in the rockabilly ages of the 1950s, your father had utterly adored hockey. He’d played the sport religiously since the tender age of six, when he unwrapped his first pair of skates at Christmastime. His ultimate dream had been to play hockey in college, but he was highly encouraged (more like intensely pressured) to pursue engineering by his parents instead. So hockey became a dream of the past, but an unwavering passion of the future.
The only time he’d marginally paid attention to you outside of basic parenting 101, was the year your elderly neighbors from across the street sold their house to go live in a retirement village and a family from Canada moved in. The Jeons had left the province of Ontario and migrated to your tiny state of Rhode Island with their two sons.
Your dad instantly introduced himself (and you, by association) to the Jeons, welcoming them to the neighborhood and eagerly asked if they loved the beautiful game of ice hockey as they hailed from Canada.
The Jeons dived into their story, elucidating to your father that Mr Jeon had been promoted to a new, advanced position within his law firm in Providence and refused to turn it down as it meant that their children would be able to attend Harvard Law in the future.
They’d meticulously illustrated the perfect collegiate life for their eldest son, Jaehwa, who already at the age of twelve was embodying the prerequisites of a great lawyer.
Their youngest, eight year old Jungkook, was an animated child with an unrelenting passion for hockey. With a missing front tooth, Jungkook proudly rambled to your father that his dream was to become a professional player for the NHL and one day be the MVP of the Toronto Maple Leafs.
Your dad set up your first after school play date that day. And you automatically became best friends with Jeon Jungkook.
A friendship that still remained to this day.
Exhaling heavily, you signed out of your Hotmail account and exited the window. You logged off the computer and gathered your book bag, knowing your session was going to be up any minute.
Maybe he called instead? You thought hopefully to yourself as you departed the campus computer lab, keeping your spirits up that perhaps your dad left you a voicemail while you were out. The chances were pretty slim to none, but you refused to completely give up hope.
You made the trek across campus towards the student residences, retrieving your Sony Discman from your bag and clicking play on the latest album from No Doubt. You let Gwen Stefani’s voice drown out your surroundings as you approached the female dormitories.
You made it through three songs before you arrived at your dorm, fetching your keys and unlocking the door. You pulled down your headphones and shuffled inside, closing the door behind you and letting out a tiny puff of air.
Your roommate, Rose, appeared from the confines of her room then, munching on a packet of Cool Ranch Doritos. “Sup,” she muffled, watching as you wrapped up your headphones, “you got a call while you were out.”
You immediately brightened, “really?”
“Yeah it was JK,” you deflated at Rose’s words, feeling your stomach twist at the awful realization that your dad didn’t call. Or respond to your emails. I should’ve known... “he said he’s gonna be late to your dick appointment by like five.” She smirked, dipping her hand back into the blue aluminum packaging.
You rolled your eyes in aversion, “how many times do I have to tell you that I’m not bumping uglies with Kook?” You threw her a pointed stare, tucking your Discman back into its designated spot in your bag. You were going to need it again later when you had to go to the library.
Rose snorted, shaking her head incredulously, “girl, how many times do I have to tell you that you should be slurping on that dick!” She exclaimed, placing her Dorito dusted fingertips in her mouth and sucking her digits obscenely to make her point.
“He’s my friend since elementary school,” Your nose scrunched up, repulsed by her overt indecency, “we don’t like each other like that. We’re just homies. You know this. My dynamic with Jungkook hasn’t changed since the day you first met me.” You shrugged, trudging over to the kitchenette and snatching a Diet Dr Pepper from the fridge.
You never understood why your roommate was so adamant that something more than a lifelong friendship lingered between you and Jungkook. She’d been badgering you with the topic for the past year specifically and it was seriously exasperating.
She raised an eyebrow at you whilst you cracked open the can of soda. “Whatever you say, babes,” she popped another corn chip into her mouth, “but for the record, when you finally hook up with JK, I’m gonna scream ‘I told you so’ hella loud up in your grill.”
“As if,” you took a few sips of your soda, “but I’ll let that slide just for shits and giggles.” You teased her playfully, retreating to your bedroom to acquire the textbooks you’ll need for your study session at the library.
She retorted something intangible from the shared living room, leaving you snickering to yourself. Rose absolutely despised losing an argument (or in your case, a lighthearted bickering relay) and was no doubt trying to get the last word in.
You finished your soda, disposed of the can into the trash and stacked your textbooks in your arms. You were planning on revising the post-it notes you’d stuck inside your sociology textbook alongside your current notes from yesterday’s lecture. Now, the amount of revision you’ll be able to complete will fundamentally depend on how talkative Jungkook is today. He always had a knack for distracting you, even when you were at your utmost focused.
You retreated from your room then, organizing and rearranging your book bag while Genie In A Bottle by Christina Aguilera resounded from Rose’s room. She was obsessed with blasting pop radio from her boombox, whilst you preferred to listen to your favorite albums with headphones. Each to their own.
“I’m outie!” You called out in the direction of Rose’s room, alerting her that you were on your way to the library. You couldn’t make out a response over the music bellowing through the dorm, but you were sure she heard you, so you picked up your bag and locked up behind you.
One paragraph of revision was all you managed to complete one since your childhood best friend joined you at your (unofficially) assigned desk in the far back right corner of the campus library.
Jungkook had been restless since he arrived. The sable haired man in question kept fiddling with your Loony Tunes tin pencil case and bouncing his right knee up and down, causing the desk to rattle and a headache to brew.
You started to grow a little concerned that he was fucked up on Molly, given his slightly turbulent behavior, until he finally clicked his tongue and sighed out of boredom.
He’s just bored out of his mind. Like always. Classic Jungkook! You continued on with your note taking, corresponding between your textbook and notebook when Jungkook unceremoniously nudged your foot underneath the desk.
“So I need you to do me a favor—”
“As if.”
You hadn’t intended to be so terse and deadpanned at first, but the very idea of agreeing to do Jungkook a favor was basically the equivalent of signing yourself on for overarching frustration.
He blinked owlishly, big round eyes shot open wide in puzzlement, “harsh, Tiny.”
“Whatever.” Looking up from your notes, you offered him a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders, “Kook, I’m not doing you any more favors. Your friend privileges have been revoked.”
“Lame!” Jungkook whined, leaning forward onto the desk in a way that accentuated his broadened shoulders, “this is bogus! They weren’t even that bad, dude.”
You clicked the top of your ballpoint pen and placed it down beside your sociology textbook and folded you arms across your chest.
“Sophomore year. You asked me to buy condoms for you during lunch because you had a one on one with Coach Murray. Guess who was standing behind me in line at the store? Ms Peterson!”
Jungkook visibly winced at the mention of your most despised high school homeroom teacher. The woman was utterly miserable and sucked the life from every student’s body during first period for an entire year.
You huffed in minor aggravation. “She gave me the stink eye for the rest of the year thanks to you.”
Jungkook chuckled haughtily, pushing himself off the desk so that he could lean back into his seat instead. He sure as hell looked widely entertained by the rehashing of your distressing high school incident. All because Ms Peterson believed that he could do no wrong—he was the golden boy.
“Okay but she was a total buzzkill. Was probably salty that her student was having a boinkfest instead of her.”
You scowled. “Senior year. My dad went out of town to visit Gammy and you asked if you could bang Kelsey Moffat in my bed so your parents wouldn’t find out.”
“Oh yeah. Kelsey was a tight chick. If you know what I mean.” Oh how you wished you could flick a booger right in the middle of his smug little smirk. Albeit immature, it would bring you so much satisfaction.
“Step off, butt munch!” You grumbled, flipping him the bird, “not only did she steal my Oasis cassette but she also stole my Keanu Reeves ‘Speed’ poster. I paid eight dollars for that at the theater!”
“I can’t believe she swindled you while I was taking a leak—”
“Not helping, dickweed.”
He bit his bottom lip to hold back a laugh. It wasn’t hard to tell that you were still pressed over losing those two items, particularly the poster. You’d gushed about that for weeks on end, only to have it disappear from your wall after Jungkook defiled Kelsey Moffat in your twin bed. To say you were livid at the time was an understatement.
“Aight, that one was whack. But that was one time!”
“Spring break, second year. You asked me to go on a double date with you, Ashley McFadden and Mark Lee.”
“Oh snap! I forgot about that,” Jungkook grinned wolfishly, “Ashley was postal. But Mark was pure class though, the bomb diggity.”
You gawked at him incredulously. “Are you trippin’? Mark threw up down my shirt before we could even order dessert!”
He grimaced, scrunching up his nose at the unpleasant memory that no doubt jarred his brain. “Oh yeah, that mad gnarly.”
“No shit, Sherlock!”
Jungkook seems rather sheepish now, having come to terms with the fact that you were rightfully reluctant to do any favors for him after your series of unfortunate events. But he couldn’t think of anyone else to turn to, especially not with something like this.
Out of all his friends, you were the only one that’s been with him through the long haul. Yes, you both roamed in different social circles since first year orientation, but that didn’t change anything. You both still persisted with the tradition of catching up once a week in this dingy campus library whilst you studied meticulously and Jungkook ceremoniously filled you in on hockey affairs.
Old habits die hard.
“Look Tiny, this is a matter of life or death.”
Raising an eyebrow, you studied him carefully. He didn’t look like he was pulling your leg. In fact, he appeared to be more serious than you’ve seen him in the last few weeks.
You decided to hear him out. But after you teased him a little, of course. “You always had a flair for dramatics.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Coach cornered me after practice yesterday. He said that scouts are gonna start coming to games.” He paused, reaching for his Pepsi.
“Dude, that’s great!”
He took a quick swig of his soda and exhaled with a sigh, “not exactly. There’s, uh, rumors about me among the potential scouts. They’ve heard about my rep and aren’t digging it.” He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. “Coach basically said that if I want a chance at going pro after grad, I need to clean up my act.”
“Rightio. I still don’t know how that constitutes a life or death situation.” You snorted, picking up your pen in order to return to studying. You’d already sacrificed too much precious time on Jungkook’s meandering.
“Because one, the NHL is my life! And two, I will die if I don't get recruited!”
Putting your pen down (once again), you raised an eyebrow, “so why haven’t you had that in the back of your mind since first year?”
Jungkook scoffed. “I didn’t want to be a fucking noob my entire college experience, Tiny.”
You smiled innocently. “Hm. So what does that make you right now?”
“Hilarious,” he drawled sarcastically, leaning forward off his seat and leaned onto the desk once again. Only this time, his eyes began to implore into your own. “I know I sounded melodramatic but this shit is serious to me. If my parents found out about this… I’d be a further disappointment. They’re already unimpressed that I chose to pursue sport over law or medicine.”
Jungkook exhaled heavily then. His shoulders sagged and chin ducked down closer to his chest. The atmosphere shifted and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand why. “This is all I have going for me. If I don’t get into the NHL, I’ll be a failure. My parents already think I’m one because I didn’t go to Harvard. I can’t do shit right since Jae…”
“Kook, that’s not true.” You gently interjected, shaking your head. He wasn’t a failure. He was the captain of the hockey team, the most popular student on campus and still managed to maintain a decent GPA. He needed to know that he wasn’t incompetent.
“It sure as hell feels like it,” he sighed, reaching up to run a hand through his raven curls, “anyways, I know what I need to do to fix this. My reputation will be stellar in no time.”
“Well that’s awesome!” You cheered, giving his hand a supportive squeeze. “But I still don’t know where I fit into all this.”
Within milliseconds, Jungkook’s chiseled face broke out into a massive grin. His smile was so bright, it almost blinded you. Why the ever living fuck is he smiling at me like that for?
“Here comes the cheddar: you’re gonna be my girlfriend.” He declared triumphantly, as if you’d won the grand prize at a local county fair.
Your eyes bugged out of your head, jaw slackening in an instant. He’s gotta be wiggin’!
“Please say sike.”
He personified the meaning of a Cheshire cat grin in that very moment, unable to wipe the smugness from his face. He seemed so satisfied within himself—which was utterly ridiculous because his idea reached levels of absurdity you didn’t think was even remotely possible.
“Why do you look like I just jizzed in your cereal? Dude, it’s a radical plan!” He enthused, eyes twinkling with excitement.
Jungkook’s vivacity was always something you admire about him. He always gave one hundred and ten percent into everything he believed in for as long as you’d known him. But this idea was preposterous and you didn’t know what on earth he was thinking.
“It’s totally whack and I’m not doing it,” you informed him, picking up your pen and mentally chastising yourself for wasting so much valuable study time, “why don’t you ask one of your many screaming fans?”
A petulant whine of your name escaped his lips, “it won’t work if I go out with someone from my scene. It won’t look respectable to Coach. And if it’s not swinging with Coach then it’s not swinging with the scouts. I need to be with someone—”
“Jeon Jungkook, if you say ‘someone like you’, I will kick you in the balls so hard.” Your voice was stern with warning.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, nodding hastily to show you that he completely understood. He couldn’t risk getting his little dudes crushed like that.
He nibbled on his bottom lip, tugging the black ring between his teeth, “what I was going to say, is that I need to be with someone who is a model student. Someone that takes college seriously and preferably has a 4.0 GPA,” he explained cautiously, tip-toeing around the subject because he really didn’t want to piss you off. “Y/N, you’re the first and only person I thought of. You’re like mad smart, dedicated to your studies and weren’t you a TA last semester? Cause seriously Tiny, last time I checked you had three letters of rec for post-grad internships, so I’ll for sure look dope by association.” He stated with a shit-eating grin. He knew he’d get you there.
And unfortunately he was right; he had your undivided attention now. Damn him and his good memory! You cursed him out internally, closing your textbooks and pursing your lips in thought. He buttered you up good, you did have to admit that, but you still couldn’t quite fathom how his proposition could be anything other than ludicrous.
You chewed on the bottom of your ballpoint pen, mulling it all over, “I don’t know Kook. This sounds like it could get messy real quick.”
“Dude, trust me. It’ll be a cinch,” Jungkook said in an assured tone, reaching for his Pepsi to take another large swig of the cola, “we’ve known each other for almost our whole ass lives, it won’t get messy.”
You poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue, narrowing your eyes. You weren’t thoroughly convinced. “Well what’s in it for me, Romeo?”
“Besides having bodacious arm candy and the campus king as your boyfriend?” Jungkook smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. The pressing urge to flick a booger at his mug was back again.
You fake gagged, “charming. Never seen a head that enormous before in my life.”
“Hey, don’t hate the player, hate the game.” He chuckled, stretching his arms out over the chairs that resided beside him and looking effortlessly attractive. Not that you would ever utter those words aloud because god only knows what kind of loud mouthed ego monster Jungkook would turn into.
You scowled, completely unimpressed. “I’m being serious Kook. What would I get out of pretending to be your girlfriend?”
It took Jungkook all but two and a half seconds to come to the conclusion that you weren’t having any of it. He desperately needed to provide you with an incentive, otherwise you weren’t going to agree to his proposition and he didn’t have a back up plan.
He needed your cooperation.
“Look, I know you don’t give a fuck about popularity or social status and shit like that so I’m not gonna sit here and try to make that sound worth your while.” He began, lifting his arms off the back of the chairs and scooting forward until his chest touched the desk. He was taking this seriously and you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t intrigued. Never had you seen Jungkook so invested in something outside of hockey—although this technically had to do with hockey, so you decided to retract that. “But there is a huge perk in being my fake girlfriend.”
You rested your chin on your hands and batted your eyelashes at him purposefully. “Enlighten me, oh wise one.”
“Smart ass,” he rolled his eyes, “the perk is that your old man fucking loves me. I’m like the son he never had,” Jungkook finished off the rest of his Pepsi and then gave you a knowing stare, “he’d be majorly pumped if you were dating me. I bet he’d finally start replying to your emails.”
You bristled. As shitty as it sounded, Jungkook did have a point. A really good one.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”
“Stop pouting, Tiny. You know I’m right.” He tittered, giving you a playful nudge with his foot once again underneath the desk. However, this time it was to lighten the mood, given you were feeling a little soured after the mention of your father’s negligence. “Besides, it’ll only be until the semi-finals. I think that’s manageable.”
You kissed your teeth, pondering the consequences that could arise if you were to agree to his proposal. “But that’s like six whole months, Jungkook. It means we’ll have to act like we’re together during Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years… are we even gonna be able to pull that off?”
Jungkook smirked at you knowingly. “Tell me, how many people already think we’re fucking?”
Rose immediately came to the forefront of your mind and you frowned. What’s with him and making solid points today?
“No comment.”
“Exactly. Plus, we both go home during winter break so it’ll be easy to keep up the act,” He chortled, flashing a self-satisfied smile, “it’s gonna be a piece of cake. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. So can you just put me out of my misery and agree already?” He pleaded, giving you the biggest demonstration of puppy dog eyes you’d ever witnessed. He even had the audacity to jut out his pierced bottom lip into a pout.
You eventually caved. “Fine. But only ‘til the semi-finals.”
Jungkook whooped instantaneously, pumping his fist into the air and inciting an onslaught of shushes from the other students across the library. You giggled into the palm of your hand, unable to stop yourself. He sheepishly mouthed an apology to the very pissed off librarian and then turned his focus back to the matter at hand.
“Thank you Tiny, you’re the best!” He grinned boyishly, causing the dimples in his cheeks to make an adorable appearance, “I promise I’m gonna be the most wicked, tubular, off the chain boyfriend you’ve ever had.”
“Fake boyfriend,” you corrected with an amused smile, “and before we start anything we need to lay down some ground rules.” You asserted, flipping to the very back of your lined notebook and picking up your pen.
“You’re writing them down?” Jungkook mused, folding his muscular arms across his chest in mirth. He found your dedication to impose regulations onto your fake relationship to be indisputably entertaining.
“Yes doofus. How else are we gonna remember?” You reached over and flicked his forehead, evoking an indignant ‘hey!’ from your new fake boyfriend. “Anyways, I hope you have a pocket pussy because we can’t be seeing other people. It’s way too risky.”
Jungkook’s face split into a wolfish grin, “you’re small enough to fit in my pocket so does your pussy count?”
You glowered. “You’re a neanderthal. And no.”
“Damn, struck out already. Relationships are tough these days.” He snickered.
You threw an eraser at his forehead.
The next twenty minutes you spent the time outlining the fundamentals of your fake relationship. You both concurred not to see anyone else, given how quickly gossip spreads across campus. In tandem with that rule, you both conceded on not telling anyone about your arrangement. Not even Rose or Jungkook’s roommate, Taehyung. The truth of your relationship had to remain a secret.
Smaller details were also agreed upon, such as: calling each other terms of endearment (with Jungkook begrudgingly consenting to limiting the use of your nickname, since Tiny wasn’t overly romantic), holding hands on campus, kissing in public spaces and attending a couple of frat parties together.
Jungkook also made a stipulation that you had to attend every home game, whilst wearing his jersey. You bickered back and forth for a good five minutes about the attire (with you arguing that it felt possessive and objectifying) until you settled on a compromise. You would wear the jersey if Jungkook bought you sundaes after every game. And you’d both leave the fraternity parties before one in the morning.
Once the rules had been laid out, you both shook hands on it.
“So babe, should we seal the deal with a kiss?” Jungkook wisecracked, doe brown eyes twinkling with mischief.
You threw another eraser at his forehead.
“I can’t believe you’re wearing that,” Rose sniggered, taking the cardboard tray of nachos from the employee at the kiosk and then giving you a look, “still salty you didn’t tell me.”
“Rose,” you whined, “I already said sorry like a billion times. I told you that we—”
“Wanted to keep it on the down-low for the first month. I know, I know,” she waved it off, taking a sip from her fountain soda, “it’s just I was rooting for you two since day one. At least you let me scream ‘I told you so’ in your face like I said I would.” Rose grinned victoriously, causing you to chuckle lightly.
You felt terrible for lying to her—but you and Jungkook had explicitly agreed. Nobody could know about the truth behind your relationship. It would only reflect poorly on Jungkook’s already suffering reputation. You were trying to resurrect his image, not create a further hindrance.
So that meant letting Rose have her fun.
“Of course I did, I’m not a sore loser.” You took your own fountain drink from the kiosk and proceeded to make your way towards the rink.
“Same can’t be said for your boyfriend,” Rose teased playfully, referring to Jungkook’s incorrigible competitiveness, “no wonder he got you clothed in his jersey—which by the way, you look hella dope. It makes one fresh oversized shirt dress.”
Your cheeks flushed crimson at the compliment. Especially given the undertones: you looked good whilst repping Jungkook’s family name in all capitals with his signature number seven on the back.
“Thank you babes. I didn’t like the idea of wearing it at first but I think it’s grown on me.” You confessed with a shy smile.
Rose opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it again when you were approached by a group of four women. Your roommate’s mood became acidic and you couldn’t blame her—you’d been obstructed by the puck bunnies.
“Can we help you?” Rose asked in an agitated tone, raising an eyebrow as she sipped on her soda.
You had a sneaking suspicion they were here to confront you in light of Jungkook’s new relationship status. No doubt he had stuck his dick inside each of these girls at some point during his time on the team. You could only imagine how much they detested you right now.
“Not really,” one of them spoke, completely ignoring Rose’s presence as she locked her gaze onto you and smiled falsely, “just wanted to see if the rumors were true. JK doesn’t do relationships, after all.”
You hummed to yourself, “not with you anyway.”
Rose stifled a laugh from beside you and the artificial smile on the redhead’s face vanished.
“Just because you’re wearing his jersey doesn’t mean you’re dating. You’re probably just another hoochie; a notch in his bedpost.” The redhead snapped, seemingly inflamed by your presence and your choice of attire.
You tongued your cheek. Jungkook had warned you last night over the phone that you’d be cornered by some jealous ladies. He was worried about how you would address that kind of confrontation, but you reassured him that you could handle yourself.
And that you did.
“Look, I don’t like the idea of tearing down other girls over a guy. Call me a hoochie all you want, but my relationship with my boyfriend isn’t anyone else’s beeswax,” you affirmed, grabbing ahold of Rose’s hand and stepping around the posse, “so if you’ll excuse us, I have to go take my seat so I can support him.”
You descended the stairs with your roommate then, undoubtedly leaving the redhead and her friends agape. You felt pleased with how you handled the situation and hoped that it wouldn’t backfire badly onto Jungkook or yourself.
“Oh snap Y/N!” Rose cheered from beside you as you both took your seats, “that was off the chain! You were radical! God, you must really love him.”
“Yeah, I really do.” You smiled wide, but the light didn’t reach your eyes. You felt a weird sensation in the pit of your stomach.
You weren’t entirely certain if that was due to your little white lies or the fact you used to feel that way about Jungkook when you were a teenager.
Your crush was most definitely gone though… right?
The home game flew by before you knew it. Jungkook was at the top of his game, that much was obvious. Every single person in that rink had their eyes fixated on him. He was irrefutably the best center forward the university has had in over a decade, so there was no surprise that he continuously scored goal after goal every game. He was known for being the grand master of the hat trick.
The match was now in the last five minutes of the third period and everyone was on the edge of their seats. The opposition had secured another couple of goals in the first ten minutes of the period, leaving Jungkook restless. He blatantly refused to let the other team win.
From your place in the crowd, you chewed nervously on your nails as you watched Jungkook speed across the ice. Having known him for almost your whole life, you knew that he’d be tense and eager to win. You hadn’t realized how mesmerized you were by his movements until Rose tapped your shoulder, commanding you back to reality.
“He’s so fly on the ice. Like, really fast, sharp shooter, good with his hands. Is he like that in bed?” She smirked, trying to scavenge some juicy information from you.
You felt your cheeks burn, meaning there was definitely a flush of scarlet spreading across your face right now. You blushed because you didn’t know how to respond to such a thing. Jungkook was your childhood friend—what were you supposed to say? Frankly, you had no idea what Jungkook was like during sex. He never looked at you in a sensual way growing up, therefore you learned quickly not to let your mind run away from you with fantastical delusions.
Rose’s smirk increased at your reddened cheeks, no doubt assuming that you were blushing because you were shy rather than embarrassed. She thinks I’ve fucked him and she’s never gonna let me live it down!
Before your nosy roommate could push the subject any further, the crowd began hollering in desperation. There was only a minute left on the clock and everyone in that arena wanted a secured win for their respective team.
You found yourself clutching the edge of your seat, eyes following Jungkook’s every move as his teammate successfully completed an assist. Within the final five seconds, Jungkook scored a faultless buzzer beater.
His team had won.
The arena erupted into applause, with loud chants, cheers and claps echoing around the rink. You shrieked alongside the dedicated fans, unable to help yourself as the entire moment was inarguably exhilarating.
Jungkook’s teammates circled around him, clambering to get their hands on his shoulders and hype him up for his unbelievable shot. The raven haired male in question, however, paid no mind to the actions of his teammates and proceeded to look around the seats. He searched high and low for about a minute until he located you, immediately pointing in your direction and creating a heart with his glove-clad hands.
You covered the sides of your face with your hands, hiding your blush. And despite being well aware of the expectations that coincided with the nature of your fake relationship, you just couldn’t believe it. He dedicated the winning goal to you. Jungkook had demonstrated to the entire arena that he was taken.
“Oh my god?” Rose sputtered, eyes widening as she turned to catch a glimpse of your reaction, “so much for keeping it on the down-low. Everyone and their dog knows you’re his girl now,” she mused, noticing the way dozens of young women looked crestfallen or green with envy, “but watch out for the bunnies babes. You’ve snatched up the university’s most eligible bachelor and made him all cute and soft. They’re not gonna rate that.”
Hm, maybe Jungkook’s crazy idea will actually work after all?
With that in mind, you smiled brightly and blew him a kiss, to which Jungkook enthusiastically caught with his mitts and held them to his heart (as his team celebrated their victory around him).
Needless to say, the crowd went wild.
The nauseating stench of stale beer emulsified with cigarette smoke, a touch of marijuana, copious amounts of sweat and inexpensive cologne, bulldozed you upon entry to the frat party Jungkook had dragged you along to.
Oh how you wished you could turn back time and protest harder against this being a condition of your disingenuous relationship. You compromised far too easily and now look where that has gotten you.
“Stop frowning so much, Tiny, you’re gonna get premature wrinkles.” Jungkook murmured against the shell of your ear as the two of you walked further into the fraternity house belonging to Alpha Sigma Phi.
You scowled, “I’m sure I already have premature wrinkles from dealing with your ass for the past fourteen years.”
Jungkook couldn’t hide his grin. “I love it when you talk about my ass.”
Rolling your eyes, you gave him a playful shove. “Shut the hell up, butt munch.”
“See? You’re obsessed with my ass. If you want it baby, just say—ow!”
He scowled at you this time, rubbing his pectoral where you’d successfully pinched his nipple through his jet black muscle tee.
You were mere seconds away from teasing him, when one of Jungkook’s teammates approached you both and slung their arm around your fake boyfriend’s shoulders.
“Hey lovebirds,” Jacob drawled, his pupils dilated to the extent where his irises were a thin blue colored ring, “glad you could make it. JK’s always the life of the party!”
You forced a smile (for the sake of appearances).
There was no chance in hell you were going to be consuming any illicit drugs that night, especially not surrounded by careless idiots such as Jacob.
“I’m really not all that, Jake,” Jungkook half chuckled, carefully shrugging his doped up teammate off his shoulders, “why don’t you go find Kevin? He’s the O.G. party animal.”
“Aw righteous!” Jacob slurred, lifting both fists in the air cheerfully, “peace out, home skillet.” And with that, he staggered away through the crowd of grinding bodies.
Now you’d heard plenty of rumors over the last few years regarding the varsity hockey team and their usage of recreational drugs, stimulants and performance enhancing substances. You always dearly hoped that Jungkook wasn’t involved in that kind of activity. Not only was it illegal, but it would irrefutably affect his chances at having a professional career with the NHL and you knew how important that was to him.
The disapproving lour on your face was an obvious indication that you were unimpressed. It wouldn’t even need to take a genius with a high IQ to figure that out.
Reaching for his inked up hand, you tugged Jungkook over to the corner of the crowded room. It was almost impossible to hear yourself think over the volume of the stereo, but you had to confront him about what you just witnessed.
“You’re not taking any of that shit, are you?” You asked him gently but cautiously, eyes full of concern.
Jungkook blinked owlishly for a moment and then shook his head resolutely. “No, Tiny. I’m not.”
“Even the ‘roids?”
He shook his head once more, a little firmer this time round, “I promise. Coach would use my balls as new pucks if he found out I was doping.”
You visibly sagged in relief. You then released the shaky breath that you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding that entire time.
Jungkook’s lips quirked upwards into a smile, “were you worried about me?”
“Of course I was worried! You’re my closest friend, Kook,” you exhaled, “I care about you a lot and don’t wanna see you get yourself into trouble.” You’d surprised yourself by the openness of your admission, having revealed more than you were initially anticipating. I care about him just as a friend…
Jungkook’s gaze softened at your confession, his doe eyes beseeching your own in a way you hadn’t bared witness to before.
Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as he took a small step towards you, his tattooed arm encircling your waist. What is he doing? Why is he looking at me like that?
He brought your body flush against his own—face to face, chest to chest—and for a brief moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you. Your sole focus was on Jungkook. He occupied your line of sight. He captured your full attention. He was the only thing on your mind and you didn’t hate it. In fact, you liked it a little too much.
Breaking your intensely reciprocated stare, Jungkook’s dark chocolate brown eyes flickered down to your lips, lingering on the plushness of your mouth for a few moments.
“Baby?” His regular tenor had dropped a few octaves, leaving his voice deeper and huskier than usual.
Fuck. His rasp turned you on. “Yeah?” Your thighs had involuntarily pressed together.
His tongue swiped at his bottom lip, his unwavering gaze never once leaving the curves of your mouth. “Can I—”
“JK! Sup dawg?” An obnoxious voice broke you both out of your own little world.
Jungkook tongued his cheek, looking a little pissed off at the interruption, “hey Josh, wassup?”
You slowly wriggled out of his hold, trying to provide yourself some breathing room (and personal space) after that moment you shared. Jungkook didn’t let you get far though, as he reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers while he chatted aimlessly with one of the fraternity members.
Was Jungkook about to ask if he could kiss you? You’d technically agreed to kiss in public for the sake of the whole charade but why did that particular moment feel so different? You were lost in your own thoughts for a few minutes, until a loud whoop snapped you out of your reverie.
“Booyah!” Josh grinned wolfishly, rubbing his hands together, “you’ve got first dibs on a partner. I call bagsies on starting though.”
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and glanced up at your fake boyfriend, “what’s the dealio?”
“I’ve been challenged to a game of beer pong,” Jungkook explained, gesturing to the ping pong table that was set up across the bustling living room, “and you’re playing with me.”
Your jaw fell open. “As fucking if!”
He whined your name petulantly. “Chillax babe, it’s totally in the bag. Please don’t let me look like a major noob.” He pleaded, whipping out the puppy dog eyes.
“Nuh uh! Nope! That’s not gonna work, not this time!”
It worked. Like always.
And you won—just like he said.
Jungkook was truly the most talented person you’d ever met. He excelled in almost everything he did, including a shitty game of beer pong. Your opponents—Joshua and Jennie—were stunned at how easily and effortlessly Jungkook sank tiny orange balls into red solo cups.
You’d even managed to secure one or two, but really you were there for show because your partner was the shining star of the game.
“We did it!” He beamed, pulling you in for a bear hug and lifting you up off your feet, spinning you both around once.
Despite winning, you’d both downed a couple of drinks (that Joshua had successfully sunk his ball into) and god only knows what was in those plastic cups. So it was no surprise that you and Jungkook were a little buzzed.
“Put me down you goof,” you giggled at his antics, playfully thwacking the side of his shoulder until he steadied you back on your two feet, “that’s better, thanks.”
You felt a little breathless now, given the way Jungkook was still holding onto your hips and peering down at you with an impassioned gaze.
“Gonna kiss you now, okay?” He murmured, moving his inked hand from your waist to your face, cupping your cheek gently.
You knew this was all for show, so you jerked a nod. It’s just a kiss, you braced yourself internally before his lips grazed yours.
Your eyes fluttered shut when your lips connected, the taste of lukewarm beer prominent on Jungkook’s tongue. He held you close as he kissed you emphatically, consuming your mouth with his own and stealing every shallow breath.
Obnoxious hoots and hollers surrounded you, meaning that your public display of affection was doing its job at convincing the masses of your so-called relationship. You slowly pulled away when his team stopped cheering him on; your lips tingling from the rather intensive kiss.
Jungkook, on the other hand, looked a little disappointed. Had you not kissed him long enough to be convincing?
Wetting your bottom lip, you inhaled through your nose, “think they believe it?”
“Who cares?” He murmured in the same husky tone as before, cupping both your cheeks this time, “c’mere.”
He kissed you deeply this time, his tongue invading your mouth and sensually gliding across your own. He knew how to leave you breathless and have your head spinning.
Every thought that entered the forefront of your brain was about Jungkook. He had you absolutely keening for him and you couldn’t deny that your panties were becoming damp with arousal.
You hadn’t been this affected by him since freshman year. What the hell was going on?
Minutes felt like hours. You were totally entranced by Jeon Jungkook and unfortunately, you had to brutally remind yourself that it was all a lie. You were doing him a favor and this was a part of it.
Breaking apart from him, your lips were a little swollen and your cheeks were flushed. Jungkook couldn’t help but grin lazily, tugging his lip ring between his teeth.
“We should head out,” he spoke for the first time in a little while, “this party’s lame. Besides, I promised you we’d go home early.”
Your heart skipped a beat. And why did your stomach do a somersault at the mention of we? “If you wanna stay for a bit longer we can.”
Jungkook shook his head, “I’d rather walk you home.” Shit, there goes your heart again.
Trying not to turn a shade of crimson, you nodded and followed Jungkook through the sea of partygoers (as he wanted to say goodbye to his teammates).
He located them with ease. He kept his hand in yours the entire time, wishing his friends a good rest of their night whilst they relentlessly teased him for being a fart knocker for leaving the party early.
“Dude, you really have changed! It’s not even one!” Chris chortled, shaking his head incredulously, “I guess that’s what happens when you get tied down, huh?”
“Word!” Joshua echoed, his syllables slurred as the man was hammered from losing beer pong against you and Jungkook earlier.
“Whatever man, I’ll see you at practice,” Jungkook clapped his hand on Christopher’s shoulder and then gave Joshua a fist bump. He turned to you with a soft smile (one that you’ve come to recognize he only reserved especially for you), “let’s bounce babe.”
You didn’t need to be told twice.
The twenty minute journey back to your dorm had been more than pleasant. In fact, you could argue that it was the most fun you had the whole night. Despite being completely alone during the early hours of the morning, Jungkook continued to hold your hand the entirety of your walk.
He looked utterly breathtaking under the moonlight. He’s your friend! Cut it out!
As you approached your dorm room, Jungkook leaned against the wall beside your door and grinned boyishly. “Princess Y/N, I have successfully brought you back to your castle. My quest is complete.”
You rolled your eyes playfully at his ridiculousness, “I’m eternally indebted to you, Sir Jungkook.” You said as you unlocked your door.
He chuckled in amusement, his nose scrunching up in a way that resembled a baby bunny. He was so endearing when he made faces such as those.
“No but for real, if anyone’s indebted to someone it’s me to you.” He said, shuffling his weight from one foot to the other. He was restless. You weren’t sure if that was due to nerves or because he had consumed alcohol. “I appreciate you being so cool with all this. You’re really the bomb, Tiny.”
You blushed vividly at his compliment.
“You were a rad fake girlfriend tonight, everybody believed it,” he continued with a broad smile. His words caused your heart to sink in your chest a little. You didn’t like that you were feeling this way—or any way for that matter. “I promise the hard yards are done. It’s gonna be wicked easy for the next few months.”
You laughed it off, trying not to let your heart mess with your head. You knew what you were getting into agreeing to this arrangement: now wasn’t the time to start feeling things. You simply had to focus and shut off your brain.
“Kook, it’s really not hard to pretend to be into you,” you blurted, the words falling from your lips before you could stop them, “you’re very easy to love.” Shut up!
Jungkook didn’t say anything. His lips parted for a second, almost as if he was going to respond, but instead he lurched forward and kissed you.
This kiss felt nothing like the other two. This one was soft, gentle, tender. His lips moved with yours in a sweet, slow rhythm (like your mouths were dancing the waltz). His nose caressed yours as he delicately sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, wanting to get a quick taste before the night concluded.
You both parted at the same time, breathless and flushed.
“You didn’t have to do that,” you respired quietly, your voice barely above a whisper, “there’s nobody around to see it.”
Jungkook’s lips etched up into a tiny smile, “I know. I wanted to,” he pressed a featherlight kiss to your lips once more, provoking your heart to start hammering hard against your rib cage, “goodnight Tiny. Sweet dreams.”
You dreamt of him that night. And they were sweeter than sweet.
Thanksgiving week rolled around sooner than you could say ‘turkey baster’.
You’d been occupied all week studying for finals and the stress was starting to really get to you.
Rubbing at your temples, you blinked back tears. You didn’t want to cry over coursework but these looming exams were really testing your patience and resilience. The enormous pressure you placed on your own shoulders was inconceivable. There was no real reason to be that harsh of a self-critic, you just really wanted to prove yourself to your father (even though he didn’t care enough to read your emails, let alone your thesis).
“Hey baby,” a familiar voice broke you out of your self deprecating slump, “you look totally buggin’.” Jungkook frowned in concern, sliding in the seat beside you and wrapping his arm over your shoulder. He always did that now whenever he met you at the library. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t grown accustomed to it.
“I’m cool beans,” you forced a smile, closing your textbook and giving him your undivided attention, “totally super. Wassup babe?”
Jungkook looked marginally unconvinced but he didn’t press you any further, “just wanted to let you know that I have an away game this weekend.”
Your eyebrows raised in surprise, “but it’s Thanksgiving?”
“I know,” he sighed in defeat, “it’s gonna be a huge game though. Coach said if we win this one, he’s gonna shout us all Pizza Hut for a month.” He tried to hide his smile by flicking his lip ring between his teeth, but you knew him too well.
“You’re majorly psyched about the pizza, aren’t you?”
Jungkook cracked a grin, “I’m a simple man, baby!”
Shaking your head playfully, you bumped your shoulder against his. “You’re such a noob.”
“I’m your noob, Tiny.”
Your heart did a backflip in your chest. You absolutely despised the way your heart reacted to cute little quips like that. He was obviously saying it in case people were eavesdropping. Everything was for show and you had to constantly remind yourself of that.
Luckily for you, he changed the subject: “So are you going home for Thanksgiving?”
“No,” you shook your head obstinately, “it’s too expenny. I’ll just have a chill one in the dorms.”
Jungkook scrunched up his nose, but this time it was in disapproval rather than delight. “Babe, that sounds totally lame.”
“Don’t diss my plans!”
“Just keeping it real, Tiny. You can’t spend Thanksgiving alone, okay?” He said, mindlessly rubbing his fingers along the hem of your shirt, “I’m gonna call you from the hotel after my game so we can spend it together.”
You blinked, utterly stunned by his statement. From your knowledge of paid varsity sports trips (which wasn’t much, only what you found out from Jungkook over the years), the players were allowed to make one call from their hotel room to contact their close family or friends. So naturally, your heart rate increased expeditiously at the significance behind it all.
“Kook, are you sure? Wouldn’t you wanna call Tae?”
Jungkook shook his head with a sincere smile, “I’m sure. I want to spend Thanksgiving with you.”
Your entire body is filled with warmth. You were positive that your cheeks were heating up with rosiness, but you didn’t care. You were floating up on cloud nine at that moment.
“Cause like, think about it—it’d be weird for me not to call my girlfriend, you know?”
“Yeah…” Your heart plummeted to the pit of your stomach. Of course! You reminded yourself bitterly, it’s all a farce. You felt so deflated, that you kind of wished he never said anything in the first place.
To get your mind off the previous conversation, you swiftly changed the subject to winter break, which was coming up in the near future.
You both discussed how you’d be going home at the same time, so it made perfect sense to travel together. You strategically planned to spend Christmas with each other’s families, while also making an appearance as a couple at the annual New Year’s Eve party.
“How should we break up?” You asked curiously, looking up from the piece of lined note paper that you were busy scribbling your holiday plans onto, “I just realized we never discussed that.”
Jungkook frowned.
You could’ve sworn that you saw a flash of disappointment in his doe brown eyes, but that also could be you hoping that he felt similarly to yourself. Pathetic, you chastised internally.
“Well, uh, we can say it was mutual. That we agreed we’d be better off as friends,” Jungkook shrugged, “but let’s not worry about that right now. It’s months away.” He was quick to dismiss the topic. Instead, he redirected the focus back onto you and the tenseness of your shoulders.
“You’re already worrying about so much,” he murmured, moving his arm off your shoulder and gently cupping your chin with that inked hand of his, “I don’t like seeing my baby so bugged out.”
You puffed out a short breath, “yeah well it’s finals season. I’m gonna be a walking, talking ball of stress for the next few weeks.”
Jungkook tongued his cheek. He gently released your chin and shuffled in closer towards you, “let me help you relax then.”
Your breath hitched in your throat as his large hands found your thighs. He trailed his fingers up along your denim-clad leg, inching closer and closer to your crotch. No doubt your eyes were widened to the size of saucers—you couldn’t believe how brazen he was being.
“Are you trippin’?” You hissed, “we’re in the library! Anyone could see or hear us!”
Jungkook chuckled, as if you’d said something witty, “take a chill pill. Nobody is around. We won’t get caught if you keep quiet, baby.” He moved his hand to your clothed center, cupping you there and nibbling on his lip ring.
You swallowed harshly. “Isn’t this weird?”
He shook his head once. “You can’t pretend to be my girlfriend and not reap all the benefits. Now hush,” he purred, slowly tugging down the zipper of your fly and dipping his hand into your jeans.
Given the way that you were both seated, there was no feasible way Jungkook could finger you without it being blatantly obvious. If you had worn a skirt, things would be different. But he didn’t let that minor detail deter him. No—he was going to get you off no matter what.
You whimpered the second his fingertips began rubbing you through your panties. He dragged his fingers up and down your clothed slit, getting your underwear lathered with your juices so he could feel how aroused you were for him.
“So wet baby,” he mumbled, his fingers expertly finding your clitoris (even with your undergarments in the way) and began rubbing circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, “look so pretty when I touch you. So fucking pretty.”
“Mm Kook…” You desperately clutched at the fabric of his t-shirt, your eyes clenching shut while he played with your pussy. You bite down hard on your bottom lip in order to keep your moans at bay, since getting caught would certainly tarnish your shoe-in for a dean’s list valedictorian.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He rasped, relishing in the feeling of your slick coating his digits. “Wish I could fuck this little pussy with my fingers. I bet you’re so tight and warm… Shit! I just felt your cunt gush. That was so hot.” A prominent bulge had tented in his jeans now, straining against the zipper. He was so turned on. By you.
“Jungkook—ah!—please,” you mewled, your head falling onto his broad shoulder as he dexterously stimulated your pussy, “wanna…”
“Wanna come, baby?” He husked, his rich cocoa eyes having darkened lustrously, “wanna make a mess of these panties in the library like a naughty girl for me?”
You whined at the slight degradation. He knew exactly what to say to have your pussy clenching (more like squelching) around nothing. He rubbed a swift figure of eights against your clit, determined to bring you to your much needed climax. Truthfully, you couldn’t remember the last time you were brought to the brink of an orgasm so quickly.
“Uh huh,” you nodded dumbly, unable to construct a proper sentence as the pleasure was overtaking your thought processes, “please let me come.”
If Jungkook wasn’t hard before; he certainly was now. Hearing you beg him like that—all soft and desperate—was the sexiest thing he’d ever witnessed in his fucking life.
His eyes fixated on your face contorted with pleasure, Jungkook picked up pace with his fingers. He only had to stimulate your cunt for a few moments more until you were spasming underneath his touch. Your thighs quivered as your orgasm washed over your body, resorting you to a whimpering mess.
“Good girl,” he gently praised you, slowly riding out your high with a few flicks of his fingertips, “you did so well, baby. That was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen; it got me so hard.” Jungkook grinned unabashedly.
He removed his hand from inside your jeans, wiping his moistened fingers lewdly on the inside of his own denim. He kindly zipped you back up though, taking the initiative to situate yourself on your behalf.
You giggled tiredly into his chest, feeling a little chuffed but also a little embarrassed. Did you seriously just have an orgasm in the campus library? And did you seriously let your childhood friend give you one?
Lifting your head from his chest, you brushed some loose hairs from your face and mouthed a tiny thank you.
“Definitely relaxed now, huh?” Jungkook asked with a wolfish grin, feeling pretty goddamn pleased with himself. He wasn’t at all cocky though. Instead, he looked like he had won a championship.
You blushed, nodding in lieu of a response.
Shifting your gaze downwards, you noticed that he was still sporting a raging hard on. “Do you want—”
“No it’s okay,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “I just wanted to do something for you. I feel good knowing I made you feel good.”
Without thinking, you cupped his face and pressed your lips to his.
Jungkook reacted instantaneously, moving his lips with yours in unison and planting his hands at the curvature of your waist.
He pulled away after a few moments, his softened eyes then implored yours, “you didn’t have to do that. There’s nobody around to see.” He echoed your words from a few weeks ago, nervously chewing on his lip piercing.
Smiling adoringly, you pressed a featherlight kiss to his lips (just like he did all those weeks ago) and reiterated his own words back to him: “I know. I wanted to.”
New Years celebrations were in full swing in your hometown: with every Tom, Dick and Harry buying up booze at the liquor store and dozens of parents desperately trying to secure teenage babysitters for the night.
You were currently in the middle of getting ready for the annual New Year’s Eve party you agreed to attend with Jungkook. The party in question was an infamous one that took place at the community center every year, for young adults aged between eighteen and twenty five. It was a way for your town to encourage safe partying during the thronged holiday season—such as enforcing rules like only attendees over the age of twenty one were allowed alcohol—and you’d had the pleasure (if that was even the right word…) of going a couple of times.
Each time had been uneventful.
The music was always lackluster and you didn’t really get along with many people from your high school. Not that it was your fault, they just didn’t take the liberty of ever getting to know you. You were simply known as Jeon Jungkook’s nerdy friend.
Speaking of Jungkook, he was the only one that ever paid you any mind at those parties and majority of the time he was preoccupied with another girl.
This time was going to be different.
It had to be—the news of your relationship had spread like wildfire. All it took was for Jungkook’s elderly (and nosy) next door neighbor to overhear Jungkook’s mother on the phone to him, confirming your attendance as his girlfriend to Christmas Eve dinner, and the rest was history.
The entire neighborhood knew of you two ‘dating’ before you’d even left campus for the year.
Luckily for you both, Christmastime was a walk in the park. Not a single person questioned the legitimacy of your relationship and the dynamic between yourself and Jungkook’s family continued to remain moderately the same.
His parents were hesitant at first—having heard tidbits from girls in town about Jungkook’s tendency for hookups—but soon warmed to the idea of you being their son’s girlfriend.
Mrs Jeon was thrilled to hear your post-graduation plans involved more education and potential for career advancement, whilst Mr Jeon was rather impressed that his son was dating a woman with the intention to become a child psychologist.
“If anyone’s the most impressive one, it’s your son.” You’d told them earnestly, advising them of Jungkook’s consistent GPA and comments of high praise from well respected professors. “He’s the best player the university has had in almost a decade—you should be so proud.”
You’d been so engrossed in hyping up your fake boyfriend’s achievements to his parents so stuck in the past, you hadn’t noticed that Jungkook was looking at you the entire time. He didn’t spare his parents a single glance. You were the only thing he wanted to focus on.
Meanwhile in comparison, your father was overjoyed at the news. As expected. He spent the entirety of Christmas Day lunch discussing hockey and Jungkook’s statistics of the season. Your fake boyfriend was kind and conversed with your dad with a polite smile, but always made sure to turn the conversation back onto you.
He praised your academic achievements and practically bragged to your father about how awesome (or in his exact words: majorly bodacious) you were. It clearly made an impact, as your dad proceeded to ask you about college and what internships you were thinking of applying for post-graduation.
You almost cried three times that day. And you were certain that you stopped seeing Jeon Jungkook as just a friend that day too.
A rattled knock against the doorframe snapped you out of your thoughts. You were almost finished applying your maroon colored lipstick when Jungkook entered your childhood bedroom.
“On a scale of one to ten, how fresh do I—holy shit,” Jungkook uttered out, cutting himself off as he gawked at your appearance, “Tiny is that a new dress?” He visibly gulped, causing his Adam’s apple to bob up and down.
Looking down at your plain black dress, you smoothed out the fabric and nodded, “yeah I got this in the fall. Does it look okay?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook croaked, clearing his throat shortly after, “it looks great. Really pretty.”
You blushed a shade of scarlet. “Thanks Kook. You look great too. We’re accidentally matching.”
He was wearing a pair of dark wash denim and a charcoal button up. He left his hair down in unruly raven curls—just the way you liked it. Jungkook always looked effortlessly attractive; it was so unfair.
“Couple goals.” He joked with a cheeky grin. “Now let’s roll, I wanna get crunk. It’s the last year of the nineteen hundreds, babe! Time to go big or go home!”
You both originally chose the former.
Until a few hours later you decided the latter.
The party wasn’t fun whatsoever. The music was just as awful as you remembered it to be, the partygoers were all high as fuck and Jungkook kept getting approached by old flings from high school.
You felt utterly miserable and just wanted to retreat back to your bed. It wasn’t exactly how you wanted to spend the last couple of hours of 1999, that was for certain.
Jungkook noticed your shift in mood and decided that he’d had enough of the party as well. He realized somewhere between hour two and three that he couldn’t have fun without you. He needed you by his side in order to genuinely enjoy himself, otherwise he was putting up a front to appease others. And my god, was he sick of trying to be a people pleaser all the time.
“Let’s blow this popsicle stand,” he whispered into your ear, reaching for your hand and intertwining your fingers.
You wouldn’t ever grow tired of the way his hand held yours. It was such a simple gesture but a meaningful one at that. In addition, your small hand always fit so perfectly inside his much larger one, like they were two missing puzzle pieces destined to be conjoined.
Jungkook led you out of the venue and towards the parking lot where he’d parked his well loved 1980 model Chevrolet Chevette. That old car had been his prized possession since it was handed down to him from his dad on his sixteenth birthday. Granted, the model was almost twenty years old now but Jungkook didn’t care. He would treasure that car until the day the engine stopped running.
“How much have you had to drink?” You quizzed him as he unlocked the car, opening the passenger door for you. What a gentleman.
“I had like one beer over an hour ago,” he shrugged, closing the door gently behind you once you’d hopped in the vehicle and jogged over to the driver’s side, “although I don’t really wanna go home yet. Can we just chill for a bit?”
You smiled fondly, “you really wanna chat in the parking lot on New Year’s Eve?”
“Yeah. We could even sit in silence and I wouldn’t mind. I have the most fun when I’m with you.”
You looked down at your lap, face flushing vibrantly once again at his sincere compliments. He was going to make a tomato out of you if he kept this up!
Drumming his fingers against the wheel, Jungkook chewed nervously on his bottom lip. “Can I be real with you for a sec?”
You snapped your head up to meet his anxious gaze, nodding immediately. “Of course Kook, wassup?”
“I’ve been fucking terrified all year about getting recruited,” he admitted in a quiet voice, shrugging his shoulders and slumping back into the driver’s seat. “I kept thinking I wasn’t good enough… that what my parents thought was true. That I was just wasting my time with sports and I was gonna end up flipping patties at Wendy’s for the rest of my life after grad because I would be nothing but a washed up college player…” he trailed off, poking his tongue at his piercing before turning to lock eyes with you, “until last week when you spoke about me at dinner.”
Your lips parted in shock.
“The way you talked so highly of me, like I was the best thing to happen to hockey since Gordie Howe… I believed in myself after that night. I might not get any offers but at least I believe I have talent… that I have worth.”
Stunned into silence, you slowly reached across the gearshift and took a hold of his hand. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze and met his gaze. His doe brown eyes were full of sincerity and you knew then, without a doubt, that you were in love with him.
You were hopelessly in love with Jeon Jungkook.
“You’re one of the most talented people I’ve ever met, babe. You will get offers, more than one, I just know it,” you whispered, your eyes shining with the purest form of unabridged adoration for him, “I believe in you and I’m so happy to hear that you believe in yourself too.”
The way he looked at you in that moment had your heart beating a million miles an hour. Oh how you wished he could look at you like that all day, every day.
“I think you’re the only one that’s ever really believed in me,” Jungkook confessed quietly, giving your hand a squeeze, “you’ll be the best child psychiatrist. You’re warm, kind, gentle and sweet. You believe in everyone without expecting anything in return. You’re fucking perfect, Y/N.”
You don’t know who exactly made the first move, but Jungkook’s hands were now cradling your face and your lips attached.
You kissed him with all the love you had in your heart, pouring every feeling you harbored for him into the movements of your lips. You sincerely hoped that he could feel what you were too afraid to say.
After reluctantly breaking your passionate kiss, Jungkook stared at you through hooded eyelids as you shuffled around the interior and propped yourself onto your knees.
“Whatcha doin’ baby?” He asked in amusement, eyes bright and curious. They say curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
And satisfying him is exactly what you planned on doing.
“Wanna suck you off,” you deadpanned, cupping his crotch with your tiny hand, “you deserve a reward for being a good fake boyfriend.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened so far his eyeballs almost bugged out of their sockets. “Tiny, you don’t have—”
“To quote someone very much like yourself: you can’t pretend to be my boyfriend and not reap all the benefits. Now hush,” you giggled, palming his bulge that had already developed underneath your hand.
He grunted at your touch, his curly haired head falling back against the headrest. “Fuck,” he cursed, jaw slackening when you unzipped his jeans and untucked his hardened cock from its confines, “your hand feels so good, baby.”
You marveled his erection for a moment. He was huge, much bigger than you had imagined. He felt hot and heavy in your hand, throbbing at your delicate touch and oozing with arousal from the mushroom tip.
Leaning down, you pressed a barely-there kiss to the head of his cock. The action had Jungkook hissing in desire, his eyes rolling back into his head. Your chest blossomed with pride at his reaction, so you continued your ministrations. With a kitten lick and a butterfly kiss there—you were purposely trying to tease him (more like torture him).
“Baby,” he pleaded in a husky voice, “gonna die if you don’t put me in your mouth.”
“Drama queen.” You rolled your eyes in a lighthearted manner, wrapping both hands around his girth and gently pumping his impressively hard cock. You glided your makeshift fist up and down his length, drawing guttural groans from the man above you. Each sound he made had your pussy leaking. It was almost embarrassing how turned on you were just from his moans.
You swiped the beads of precum from his slit, spreading it around his bulbous head and giggling at the way his breathing became heavier. He was already a mess and you hadn’t even wrapped your lips around him yet. If that wasn’t a compliment towards your skill, you didn’t know what was.
“Fuck—please.” He begged in desperation.
You decided not to tease him any longer. Lifting your eyes so that you maintained eye contact with him, you brought your mouth down to his cock and wrapped your painted lips around the tip.
Jungkook wished he could take a photograph in his mind and keep that sinful view of you a mental image forever.
His breathing was labored as you started to suck at the head, swirling your tongue around and teasing his salty slit. Jungkook groaned brokenly, reaching out to move loose strands of hair from your beautiful face. As pretty as you looked with your hair a disarray—he wanted to be able to see you. He didn’t want to take his eyes off you.
“How is your mouth so good?” He practically whined, his hips involuntarily bucking up as you began bobbing your head up and down on his cock, taking as much of his length as you physically were able to. “Oh shit—careful baby… easy… don’t choke.”
You hummed and glanced back up at him, lifting off his cock with a lewd pop, “what if I want to choke on it?”
Jungkook’s jaw dropped. You laughed at his reaction, eyes twinkling in amusement before wrapping your lips around his dick once again.
Any kind of retort he was trying to conjure up in his brain was lost on him now. All he could focus on was the way you sucked his cock like a fucking pro.
His car sounded like (and frankly looked like) something straight out of an 80s porno. But so much better.
You pumped whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth and continued to swirl your tongue around his girth, focusing on the underside and his sensitive slit. He was absolutely throbbing on your tongue and judging by the way his moans had become guttural and erratic; he was close to coming.
“You’re perfect, so perfect,” he rambled, his eyebrows knitted together with his obsidian curls falling into his eyes, “fuck I love yo—your mouth. So good to me, baby.”
Your chest spread with warmth at his praise.
His pelvis continued to jerk forward, signaling that he was teetering on the edge of his climax. You took that as a sign to suck harshly at his tip, knowing he was sensitive there. The strangled moan you evoked from the back of his throat was more than enough motivation to keep up with your efforts.
“Come in my mouth,” you gurgled around his cock, words muffled but you honestly didn’t give a damn. You were sure he heard you, “please Kook. Want it.”
You didn’t have to tell him twice.
Jungkook whimpered your name when his orgasm shuddered through his body. His dick twitched on your tongue before spurting hot ropes of white cum into your mouth. You swallowed his load, taking all that he gave you with vigorous enthusiasm. Jaw slackened and eyes heavy, Jungkook for sure thought he was going to come again just by how undeniably sexy you were.
You really were all that and a bag of chips.
You released his now softening cock with an obscenely wet pop, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and giggling at his fucked out expression.
“Feeling rad?”
Jungkook grinned lopsidedly. “Feeling wicked and jammy.”
You helped him tuck his cock back into his jeans and zipped him up. The energy between you had irreversibly shifted now that you’d given each other an earth shattering orgasm. But it didn’t feel weird; it felt right.
“Should we head—” Your words died in your throat when you heard the faint shouting of numbers. The partygoers were counting down.
It was nearing midnight.
And you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be in your last moments of the nineteen hundreds than with Jungkook.
“Three, two, one. Happy new year.” He whispered, bringing your lips to his.
While fireworks exploded into the night sky and the sound of cheers, screams and wishes of a happy new year encompassed you—your sole focus was making a positive mark on the year 2000 and kissing the man you loved with everything you had.
“Happy new year, Jungkook.”
Months had passed since that fateful night after the most dreadful New Year’s Eve party, and your fake relationship had restored Jungkook’s reputation in the exact way he’d been hoping. His coach was satisfied with the significant changes the team’s captain had made and encouraged Jungkook to keep it up during the playoffs—to which he most certainly did.
He led his team through to the semi-finals with outstanding leadership and determination. His hard work had not gone unnoticed (according to the whispers he’d overheard in the men’s locker room), as the scouts were impressed with his progress. Everything was falling into place and Jungkook couldn’t be happier.
Your ‘relationship’ was most definitely included in that too.
Something had shifted for the both of you after that party. Prior to winter break, you did just above the bare minimum when it came to being Jungkook’s girlfriend. But now, you were more inclined to show physical affection and willingly hang out with him in your dorm twice a week, rather than just meeting up at the library.
Things felt really domestic.
You became comfortable and content with your unique dynamic, and for a while there, you forgot that this was just one extended favor for Jungkook and that you’d be breaking up sooner rather than later.
Hockey finals season was among you and graduation was right around the corner. You wouldn’t need to keep pretending after that. It was a bitter truth that you were having a tough time accepting (even though you’d agreed to those terms and conditions from the beginning).
When the clock struck five in the afternoon, you decided to give Jungkook a call.
You’d spent the entire day filling out applications for post-graduation internships with prestigious psychiatric clinics, in hopes to fast track the start of your career. The process of completing the questionnaires was tedious and exhausting, as you had to write down your responses on a separate piece of paper and staple it to the back of the physical application.
You found yourself hoping for technological advancements within the next five years regarding the internet and being able to use computers to apply for jobs. That would make your life so much easier.
Leaning back against your sofa, you pressed the speed dial, knowing it would contact Jungkook’s landline. Rose always used to tease you about that tiny detail but stopped once you’d started dating. She was currently out on a date with the guy she was casually dating (Cameron, you think his name was).
The phone rang for about half a minute before the sound of the receiving end being picked up.
“Y’ello?” It was Taehyung—you could recognize that rich baritone anywhere.
“Hey Tae, it’s Y/N. Is Kook there?” You mindlessly twirled the cord connected to your landline phone around your fingers.
“Nada. He’s out; something about an impromptu meeting with his coach. Sorry dude. But what’s the four-one-one?”
You felt your shoulders sag and your entire body deflated.
You should feel happy that Coach Park organized a last minute meeting, as it no doubt had to do with the scouts and their interest in Jungkook—but you missed him. You wanted to see him. It sucked that he wasn’t home.
“Oh… nothing really. Can you tell him to schwing by my dorm once he’s back?”
Taehyung hummed in agreement, “sure.”
“Wicked. Thanks Tae.” You bid him a quick goodbye and ended the call, placing the phone back onto its dock.
Why were you feeling so out of sorts? Jungkook talking to his coach should be a good thing, right? You felt your stomach twist and churn uneasily at the possibility of the meeting having negative connotations. What if his reputation wasn’t good enough? What if someone found out the truth and told Coach Park?
Your head was spinning. You felt queasy.
The stress from earlier today had manifested into full body nausea. It made you miss Jungkook’s presence even more, as he would go to extreme lengths to make you comfortable and get your mind off certain things. He was really good at taking your mind off shit.
You were totally whipped.
And it’s a major reason as to why you were dreading the next few weeks. You didn’t want your relationship to end, even though it was fabricated.
Jungkook made you feel alive. He brought you out of your shell the last few months, by dragging you along to hockey games, parties and other social events. He introduced you to a bunch of new people and showed you what it was like to not worry so much about your future for two point five seconds.
You were terrified that it was all going to disappear the second you stopped pretending. More than anything, you were terrified that he was going to disappear.
Anxiety gnawed away at you for the next half an hour, up until a knock sounded at your front door. Swinging your legs off the couch, you got to your feet and padded over towards the door.
You swung it open to reveal your (fake) boyfriend in a pair of navy wash denim, a white scoop neck Calvin Klein tee and a matching jean jacket. His hair was untamed and left to hang down past his ears and to his shoulders. How does he just look like that? You practically swooned.
“Hey baby,” he smiled widely, leaning in to press a delicate kiss to your lips, “you look gorgeous.”
Blinking once, then twice, you gazed down at your turquoise, knock-off Juicy Couture velour tracksuit. He really thought you looked pretty in sweats? Your heart surely did a double take.
“Thanks,” you blushed, opening the door wide to let him in and then closing it behind you both, “you look gorgeous yourself.”
He smirked. “I know, you were practically drooling when you opened the door.”
“No duh, dickweed! You look like you stepped out of a magazine.”
He smirked even wider. “Playboy, I hope?”
You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder a shove, “you’re so infuriating. How do I even put up with you?”
“Because you love me.” He teases you playfully, wrapping his arms around you from behind.
Good lord… if only he knew just how true those words were.
You gently pinched his hand in retaliation, evoking that high pitched laugh from his lips. Your entire body filled with warmth upon hearing his carefree laughter—you really adored him profusely.
“So feisty today Tiny,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, “what’s the dealio?” He turned you around effortlessly then, bringing you flush against his chest so that you were face to face.
“I’m totally bugged.”
Jungkook frowned, “what’s got you strung out? Did Rose set fire to the dish cloth again?”
You bit your bottom lip to hide your smile, trying not to laugh at his question. You promised Rose that you wouldn’t discuss that incident ever again, not even with your boyfriend.
“No,” you shook your head, “I spent all day writing out applications for internships. I’m stressed that I won’t get one and that I’ll be jobless after grad.”
He soothingly rubbed invisible shapes against your hips, having succeeded in locating a sliver of your bare skin between your matching sweats. “You’re gonna get one.” He said definitively.
“But—”
“No buts. None of that yadda yadda,” he clicked his tongue, tsking at you, “you’re going to get an internship, baby. Why? Because you’re the bomb. You have the perfect grades, the perfect attendance, the perfect recs and the perfect attitude. They would be brain dead not to—hmph!”
You smashed your lips onto his fiercely, cutting him off because you wanted to show him your gratitude rather than vocalizing it.
Jungkook groaned throatily against your mouth, sliding his hands down to the curvature of your ass and hoisting you up with ease. Your legs instinctively encircled his cinched waist, wrapping yourself around him as you kissed him passionately. Tongue and all.
The two of you had engaged in steamy make out sessions before (numerous times in the recent months), so this wasn’t anything new. What was new was the pressing urge to feel his rigid cock deep inside of you.
You desperately wanted him to fuck you.
Maybe it made you a bad person, but you wanted to experience it just once before the whole charade had to come to an end.
“You’re making me hard, baby,” he rumbled against your lips, bucking his pelvis so that you could feel the impressive bulge that had formed in his jeans, “but I don’t wanna do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
You reluctantly broke the kiss, lips swollen and eyes hooded with desire as you met his stare, “I’m always comfortable with you, babe.” You reassured him with a hint of a smile.
His eyes sparkled, “yeah? Ditto.”
“Good. Because I really want this—want you.”
Without another word, he carried you to your bedroom. No surprise that he knew the way without even looking, he’d been inside your dorm countless times.
You yelped out a giggle when he tossed you down onto your bed, your backside bouncing as you hit the mattress.
He avidly shrugged off his jacket, leaving him in that tight fitting tee that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
“I want you so bad. Have for so long,” Jungkook confessed, dragging his piercing into his mouth and gazing down at you with a lucent, zealous gaze, “are you sure? You can back out whenever, okay?”
You nodded vigorously before making grabby hands in his direction. You were so damn eager for him. You couldn’t wait any longer.
Jungkook chuckled at your actions, crawling onto the mattress and hovering over you within seconds, “can’t believe you got horny over a few compliments.” He teased playfully, eyes bright as he gently (and attentively) brushed loose tendrils of hair from your face.
You rolled your eyes but the smile on your face revealed that you weren’t offended. “Shut your mouth, Jeon. You know my love language is words of affirmation.”
“Jeon, huh?” He grinned voraciously. “Family naming me in bed? You’re so freaky, baby.” Another eye roll.
You reached out and brazenly pinched his nipple.
“Ow!” He laughed, his smile only tripling in size, “lucky for you I have a pain kink.”
You couldn’t help but burst out laughing, shaking your head at his ludicrousness.
“Do you ever shut the fuck up?”
He joined in with your laughter, eyes crinkling at the sides as his hands found the hem of your velvety sweatpants. “I do when I’m eating pussy. And I’m fucking dying to taste yours.”
He rendered you speechless instead. Never did you expect to be so turned on by such vulgar language. Usually you would cringe when guys said obscene things like that, but when Jungkook does it? Your clitoris throbbed.
Wetting your bottom lip, you watched him with esurient eyes as he tugged your pants down your legs and discarded the fabric somewhere on your carpeted floor.
“You’re drenched already,” he rasped, gazing ravenously at your clothed pussy. His fingers hooked under the waistband of your panties and swiftly dragged the soft cotton down your body. He spread your legs greedily, exposing your glistening cunt to him. “Fuck. Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen.”
Your cheeks flamed.
He nestled between your legs, hooking them over his broadened shoulders so that his face was at the perfect angle.
“You’re dripping.” Jungkook was utterly mesmerized by your saturated cunt. He nibbled on his piercing while his talented fingers lightly spread your folds and teased your slit all the way down to your tight little hole. “So sensitive. Bet you taste fucking divine.”
You whimpered pathetically at his words. You felt your walls constrict around nothing and no doubt Jungkook saw the way your pussy clenched.
He certainly did—which is what prompted him to lick a bold stripe up your slit and then bury his face between your thighs.
“Fuck! Kook!” You cried out, eyes squeezing tightly shut the second his tongue made contact with your clitoris. “Oh g-god…”
He moaned unashamedly, creating delicious vibrations against your cunt that had your head reeling. The contrast between his hot tongue and the cool metal of his piercing was driving you fucking crazy. Your breathing was already becoming staggered and it’d only been a couple of minutes.
“Wanna drown in this sweet little cunt,” Jungkook growled, eyebrows knitted together and lapping away at your juices insatiably, “so fucking wet for me.”
He ate you out with vigor, as if you were the last delicious meal he was ever going to consume. His tongue was everywhere—dragging along your slit, over your folds, dipping into your hole—and his lips suckled on your sensitive nub like it was candy. You opened your eyes to glance down at him and almost creamed at the sight. He looked utterly sinful between your legs, slurping your juices lewdly with his hair matted to his forehead.
You were one lucky bitch at that moment.
“Kook,” you keened, your voice resembling that of a sob as your fingers dove into his onyx curls, “feels s-so good. Please don’t stop.” You were practically slurring now, totally succumbing to the pleasure.
“Not gonna stop,” he promised, swirling his tongue around your clitoris and grinning triumphantly when your thighs clamped around his ears, “not ‘til you come for me. Want you to come on my tongue, baby girl.”
And with that he gently grazed his teeth against your bud, sending your body into a frenzy.
“Ungh! M’gonna—” a shrill shriek erupted from your mouth, your orgasm crashing over like a gigantic wave. You sobbed out a string of curse words and his name, your chest heaving up and down rapidly while your legs trembled.
Jungkook enthusiastically helped you ride out your high, with smooth strokes of his tongue. Once your thighs loosened around his shoulders, he lifted his head and made direct eye contact with you. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how fucked out you were. Clearly you needed that stress relief.
“How do you feel baby?”
“Tubular.” You giggled tiredly, running your fingers through his hair and pushing the loose strands up off his forehead, “you’re like, crazy good at that.”
He grinned, “that’s cause you have a crazy good pussy.”
You rolled your eyes, giving his shoulder a playful thwack before pushing yourself up onto the bed. You unzipped your velour jacket and shrugged it off, revealing your bare breasts to your (fake) boyfriend.
Jungkook didn’t look stunned or gobsmacked by your chest, instead he looked to be in awe. He gazed at your naked body as if you were the most exquisite thing on planet earth and it was truly the most remarkable feeling.
“So beautiful,” he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before reaching up and shrugging off his white t-shirt. He tossed it on the floor alongside your clothes and hastily unzipped his jeans.
While he clambered to get the denim off his body, you took the time to appreciate his naked torso. You’ve seen Jungkook without a shirt on multitudinous times over the years. The platonic line of friendship hadn’t stopped him from walking around half naked as you grew up together, so you weren’t taken aback by his taut muscles and toned abdominals.
You still salivated though. How could you not? He slipped out of his boxer briefs once his jeans were a part of the pile, causing his hardened erection to slap against his stomach.
Goddamn. Jungkook was so fucking hot. A real life Adonis. And here he was, gloriously naked and wanting to fuck you.
“I want you to ride me,” Jungkook confessed, shifting himself on your twin bed and then lying back against your flannelette sheets.
You nervously chewed on your bottom lip. Being on top wasn’t something you were used to. You’d had sex a couple of times in your adult life and every time was either missionary or doggy style. The men you’d fucked preferred those positions because they were the ones on top. So Jungkook’s admission had you a little anxious but mostly excited.
“Don’t overthink it Tiny,” his voice brought you out of your own thoughts, “just really wanna see you bounce on my cock.” He eagerly reached for you and situated your body in his lap, his leaking erection standing to attention.
You knew your cheeks were burning but you couldn’t help it, this moment was just so intimate. Not only that, you absolutely loved the way Jungkook manhandled you. It sent pleasurable shivers down your spine knowing that he could pick you up and move you around with ease.
“You look like an angel right now,” he smiled lopsidedly, cupping your breasts with his large hands and gently teasing your pert nipples.
Releasing a soft sigh, you relished in the stimulation and gently rocked your hips over his achingly hard cock. “Mm…”
“Oh fuck,” Jungkook moaned, eyes fluttering shut as you continued to slowly drag your sopping wet pussy lips over his throbbing dick, “that shit feels fucking amazing. God, I wanna feel you so bad.”
Breathing heavily, you grasped his cock and positioned it at your entrance. He was pulsating in your hand and it made you wonder just how good that would feel inside of you.
So with that in mind, you slowly sank down onto his cock. You whimpered at the intrusion, squeezing your eyes shut as his girth stretched you wide open.
“Holy shit baby,” Jungkook hissed out, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, “you feel better than I ever imagined. So tight and warm—ngh!—fuck.”
“So b-big!” You whined at his filthy words, planting your hands on his pectorals to keep yourself upright as you adjusted to his size. Your tight walls gripped his massive dick like a vice, leaving the both of you breathless and insatiable.
Once your pussy had relaxed around him, you felt your pelvis graze his own. You couldn’t believe he’d bottomed out; you were amazed that he even managed to fit inside of you.
Jungkook continued to play around with your tits as you started rocking your hips back and forth, spurring on whiny moans from the both of you.
“That’s it,” he grunted, pinching your nipples and kneading the soft flesh as you bounced on his cock, “good girl. Just like that.”
The praise encouraged you to keep your rhythm, even with your thighs beginning to burn. You wanted to please him. You wanted to keep inciting those husky moans to fall from his pierced lips.
When you lifted your hips up and slammed them back down again, Jungkook choked out a groan. His eyes rolled back into his head and his hands dropped from your chest, now grasping at your waist in order to help you ride him so you wouldn’t collapse.
You sobbed his name, your head falling forward as you felt that familiar sensation beginning to form in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook always managed to bring you to the brink of a climax faster than anyone else could. You were certain that he was going to ruin you.
“I know baby,” he husked, lifting his hips upwards to hit that sweet spot inside of you, “I feel it too. Fuck… you’re so warm. Gonna pump this little pussy full of my cum.”
“Please J-Jungkook.”
“You want that? Wanna be leaking with my cum for the rest of the night, hm?” He grunted, his voice gruff as he sloppily met your slow, tired bounces.
You nodded pathetically. You wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full of him.
Jungkook released a guttural groan, “such a dirty girl for me. I love it.”
I love you! You wanted to say, but you decided to keep that to yourself.
Your thighs started to shake once again as your second orgasm of the night approached, with Jungkook’s stomach tensing up as well. He was close. It was easy to tell given the way his dick was twitching inside of you.
“Come with me baby,” he begged shamelessly, lifting his head up and seeking out your lips.
You whimpered into your kiss, which was a messy clash of teeth and tongues as you desperately chased each other’s high. Not even a minute later, you were climaxing. You wailed out his name amidst a string of curse words and Jungkook exploded right after, spurting his cum deep inside of you as he groaned your name slowly.
With a few lazy rocks of your hips, you rode out yours and Jungkook’s intense orgasms. Your breathing was completely erratic, chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath.
Jungkook panted heavily, his eyes half-lidded as he peered up at you with a lazy grin.
Regular sex wasn’t supposed to feel like that. You knew it, he knew it—but neither of you touched on it. You wanted to bask in the moment a little while longer before facing reality.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Jungkook admitted after a few minutes of comfortable silence, gently aiding you off his softening cock and hissing at the loss of contact.
You hissed too, but only because you felt his release beginning to seep down your thighs.
Jungkook grinned triumphantly. He looked pretty fucking chuffed with himself. “Score! That’s so fucking hot,” he said, inspecting the inside of your thighs, “but let’s get you cleaned up so we can cuddle and watch the new Friends ep.”
“Wow, truly a man after my own heart.” You wished that were reality though. Too bad this was all for nothing.
“No duh! Hasn’t anybody told you I’m pure class baby?”
An hour and forty five minutes later, you were curled up in Jungkook’s warm embrace, squished together on your tiny sofa with a beige fluffy blanket propped up over your bodies.
After your unbelievable round of sex, the two of you showered together for forty minutes, dried off and then watched the new episode of Friends on your shitty analogue television.
You couldn’t believe Ross was actually dating Elizabeth, his student! That would be like you hooking up with one of your professors—so totally whack!
“Ross is one gnarly dude,” Jungkook said with his words all muffled, having stuffed his face full of Oreos that he had borrowed (correction: stole) from your cupboard, “can he finish his midlife crisis and get back with Rachel? She’s such a babe.”
“Watch the writers drag it out for another couple of seasons.” You teased, nudging his side and taking an Oreo from the packaging and plopping it into your mouth. “Oh by the way, I was meaning to ask you earlier: how was your meeting with Coach?”
Jungkook swallowed harshly and shrugged nonchalantly, “it was aight.”
“Taehyung made it seem like it was a big deal when I called earlier. What did you talk about?”
He released a heavy sigh, running his tatted up hand through his curls, “he told me that fixing my rep worked. Four different scouts are coming to our last game and wanna sign me.”
Your jaw dropped in shock at first before shrieking in delight. “Oh my god, Kook! That’s amazing! Holy shit, congrats!” You hugged him tightly, wrapping your tiny arms around his body.
He immediately hugged you back, holding you close and burying his nose into the crook of your neck, murmuring a barely-there thank you.
That’s when it hit you like a freight train. The realization dawned on you then—he was thanking you for your active participation in the scheme that improved his reputation. You had successfully helped him fix his issue and now he was getting exactly what he wanted.
You felt sick to your stomach. “So… I guess that means we don’t need to keep this up anymore, right?”
Jungkook’s face fell, “what?”
“This—us. Your reputation is pristine now. We don’t need to keep pretending.” The words left a bitter taste on your tongue. You were trying your hardest not to burst into tears. You couldn’t—not when you had agreed to this since the start.
“I guess not.”
Putting on a brave face, you forced a smile, “I’m really happy for you, Kook. You got everything you wanted.”
He murmured something under his breath. You could’ve sworn it sounded like “did I though?” but that could just be your imagination.
“What was that?”
Jungkook cleared his throat and looked down at his hands, “nothing. Thanks, uh, for being happy for me.”
“Of course, what are friends for?”
Awkward silence fell over the two of you after you said that godforsaken word.
You tried to keep your composure. You wouldn’t cry until later tonight when you were alone in bed. You refused to burst into tears in front of him, especially when he hadn’t done anything wrong. You have gotten yourself into this mess. Now it was time to face the consequences of your own careless actions.
Jungkook moved the blanket off his legs and shifted off the sofa. “I should head out—Tae’s probably wondering why I’m not home yet.”
That was a lame excuse if you’ve ever heard one. He wanted to leave because he didn’t need to keep up the pretense anymore, you were sure of it.
“Okay.” You whispered, hiking the blanket up to your chin and pretending to watch whatever commercial was playing on the television.
“Will I see you at the library next week?”
You gave him a weak nod, unable to say no to him. You could never say fucking no to him and that’s why you were hurting like hell right now. “Sure.”
Jungkook smiled awkwardly and walked towards the front door, “cool beans,” he said flatly, reaching for the door handle. You tried not to crumble in that moment, as he really couldn’t leave fast enough. He made it painstakingly obvious too.
“Goodnight Tiny.”
“Goodnight Kook.”
The second the door closed behind him, you buried your face into the blanket (that unfortunately smelled like his cologne) and broke down into body-wracking sobs.
You made it. You’d finally pulled through; having successfully graduated with high honors.
Class of 2000.
“Now I know I said it earlier, but your speech was just fantastic, sweetheart,” your father assured you gently, giving your shoulders a squeeze, “I’m so proud of you.”
Your eyes become glassy with unshed tears. “Thanks Dad.”
Although far from perfect, your previously severed relationship with your father had slowly begun amendments since Christmastime. He was becoming more involved in your life by being active via email and corresponding with you twice a week. He even took the liberty of calling you a few times. Sure, the conversations were short and awkward, but you could tell that he was making an effort and that’s the kind of thing you had been dreaming about for years.
You sincerely hoped that things would continue to get better between the two of you, and that you’d feel more comfortable going home for the holiday season each year.
“I’m going to miss you when you’re in Boston.” He smiled, referring to your upcoming move to Massachusetts next month—having accepted a spectacular paid internship at a reputable, highly regarded clinic.
You were shocked that they’d even offered you the position, given the fact you were contacted days before graduation. But the hiring manager happily informed you on the call that it was your stellar grades and glowing letters of recommendation that really sold them on your application.
You said yes in a heartbeat and the rest was history.
Goodbye Providence; hello Boston.
“I’ll miss you too Dad,” you said with a warm smile, “but I’ll visit all the time, I promise.”
“I know you will sweet—wow is that the time? I need a coffee.” Your dad rambled, glancing down at his watch-less wrist and scurrying off to god knows where.
You furrowed your eyebrows at his odd behavior. You were about to go follow after him and find out what the hell was going on, when you felt a hand gently brush yours.
Gasping at the electrifying touch, you turned around and then bit down on your bottom lip at the sight of your childhood friend. God, he’s a sight for sore eyes.
“Congratulations Miss Valedictorian.” Jungkook smiled kindly, gesturing to the medal that rested proudly on your chest.
You flushed crimson. “Thank you,” you said in a soft voice, tugging at the lapels of your robe, “congratulations on your NHL contract. I know it’s been your dream since forever to play for the Toronto Maple Leafs.”
“Thank you.” He blushed this time, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.
You both stood there awkwardly; not knowing what to say to one another.
From the night he left your dorm onwards, things hadn’t been the same. You barely spoke after that. You stopped going to his games and Jungkook stopped meeting you at the library. Something shifted and it wasn’t a positive thing. It had been weeks since you indulged in a proper conversation and that was unheard of for your friendship.
You wished things could go back to the way they used to be, before you got caught up in all the fake relationship bullshit. But you also knew the friendship could never go back to being platonic, because you were madly in love with him and you couldn’t be his friend. You couldn’t hurt yourself like that.
Jungkook broke the silence first, blurting out: “I fucked up. Majorly.”
“Huh?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
“I fucked up that night,” he confessed, taking a hesitant step towards you, “I wasn’t one hundred percent honest. I should’ve told you that I didn’t get everything I wanted because what I wanted was you.”
Your jaw dropped. “What?”
Jungkook bit back a smile, trying not to laugh at your adorable reaction, “I wanted you. For real. It stopped being fake for me the second you wore my jersey to that game.”
You stood in utter silence; completely at loss for words.
Was this really happening? Was the man you were so unbelievably in love with confessing that he liked you more than a friend? And that he also started developing feelings the same time you did?
“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I just needed to tell you that I fucked up and I’m sorry and that I’m fucking crazy in love with y—ow!”
You’d pinched his nipple. For old time’s sake.
He pouted and rubbed at his pectoral. “What the fuck, Tiny?”
You smiled brightly, “I’m in love with you too, doofus.”
The weight that had been lifted off your shoulders was truly astounding. You felt so much lighter, freer—happier now that your feelings were out in the open. In that very moment, you felt like you were standing on top of the world and that nothing was going to bring you down.
It was extraordinarily beautiful.
Jungkook’s entire face broke out into that signature bunny-esque smile of his, that you absolutely adored, with his nose scrunched up and eyes shining with elation. He didn’t hesitate for a second to reach out for you, pulling your body flush against his own and rubbing his nose over yours lovingly.
“You love me,” he whispered giddily, “you fucking love me.”
You giggled, pecking his lips to further elucidate his point, “I love you so much, Kook.”
Cupping each side of your face with his large hands, Jungkook’s doe brown eyes were full of nothing but pure, unadulterated adoration as he looked at you, “Y/N… you’re the first person I spent the two thousands with and I mean it when I say you’re the only one I want for the next thousand years.”
The sincerity behind his words had your heart jackhammering in your chest. Your eyes immediately welled with tears once again, but this time a lone tear escaped and slid down your cheek. “That was so fucking cute, what the hell.” You blubbered as Jungkook quickly swept away the tears and smiled cutely.
“What do you mean? I’m always cute.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. Some things truly never change, “step off, butt munch.”
“Eat my ass later tonight baby,” Jungkook grinned cheekily, “right now I really wanna kiss my girl.”
Needless to say, it was one hell of a kiss.
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he’s so beautiful
Everyone wanted to be and live like jeon jungkook. rookie streamer that somehow got everything he wanted, he had the views, he had the fans, he had the best friends, but one thing he didn’t have was love. When one of his best friends introduces him to yn he absolutely hates her. Slowly both of them get closer and jungkook starts to feel like maybe he can get love after all.
Genre: enemies to lovers (kinda), slow burn, fluff, angst, streamer au, social media au,
Warning! there’s no smut written but there’s sexual jokes, cursing
anyone that wants to be added to the taglist for this fic can reply to this post or send me an ask!!
twitch l | twitch ll | the privates
1- lvr girl
2- clout chaser
3- nice girl
4- i’m sorry
5- WHAT
6- dinner
7- enemies to lovers?
8- arrested
9- besties
10- chill stream
11- amazing idea
12- planning…
13- uh oh
14- someone better
15- 10/10
16- drunk
17- finally
18- i’ll wait
19- pink
20- secret gf???
21- they knew
22- please
23- jimin goes crazy
24- funeral
25- the day twitter broke
26- #simp
27- another loss
28- falling
he’s hot and he knows it 😳
jungkook’s new haircut ♡
just jungkook bragging about bam’s huge poop lmaooooooooooo I’m screaming
Sway Me More | Mafia!Jungkook (M)
Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x Assassin!OC
Part 2: Sway With Me (M) / Part 3: Sway Me Smooth
Requested: Anonymous:
“ ok i think i got something. i was thinking e2l mafia leader!jk and assassin!oc. they’re always competing on killing the same enemies and oc beats kook to it everytime but plot twist he’s actually sleeping w oc in secret, his gang doesn’t know that she basically does the dirty work for him. maybe a scene where jk is busy in his office and feels something is off and he and oc pull guns on one another but its just a form of power play bc that’s their relationship. dirty talk, oral male receiving, reverse cowgirl in his office chair, choking, little bit of degradation bc one of the victims oc had to seduce but kook calls her his little slut bc he’s possessive like that and they both just have lots of tattoos and piercings. maybe some light bondage too? he ties her hands and the petname sweetness? i love that shit sm. ok i’m out of ur hair now fksks ”
Genre: Mafia!Jungkook, BTS mafia au, Smut, humor, e2l, angst, pining.
Length: 15,664k Words
Warnings: Strong language, lots of violence, minor deaths, guns, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, squirting, overstimulation, orgasm denial, dirty talk, BDSM(?), degradation kink, praise kink, light bondage, choking, breath play, spanking, rough sex (if you couldn’t tell), possessive!jungkook, Mr. and Mrs. Smith vibes.
A/N:
1. Not sure if this counts as a Song Fic, but this ask immediately made me think of Sway With Me by Saweetie and GALAXARA hence the title so that was on repeat haha (Stream Birds of Prey: The Album and Stay Gold for clear skin!!).
2. I didn’t mean to make the OC that crazy she just kinda was. Like honestly I don’t know what happened at the end there. Also, I thought it would be a fun dynamic for them to only refer to each other by last names. (Y/L/N)
3. Shouts out to this anon for being so specific! Writing this fic ruined my search history.
3.b You said a little bit of degradation, but I mighta over did it lol.
4. This is really fucking long. For no reason…I’m not sorry, it’s all worth it in the end. Please leave a comment, let me know what you think
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C E N T E R HOSEOK
one time he is serious {cr. namuspromised}
+ and then he a bub
symmetry; jjk (m)
pairing: gryffindor!jungkook x slytherin!reader
genre: enemies to lovers, hogwarts au, smut
summary: with both of you being from rival houses, the smirk that jungkook seemed to throw in your direction every shared class did nothing for your disdain towards him. as far as you were concerned he was arrogant and childish; you just wished he wasn’t so damn good in bed.
word count: 10k.
a/n: i used to write on here a while ago but deleted my blog. since deciding i wanted to come back i figured i would start with what was my most loved fic. i tried to get my old url back, but alas, she was gone. enjoy.
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jungkook being introverted at ‘jack in the box’ listening party ♡

