This Is Going Around Twitter Rn But Im Also Super Curious: Please Tell Me Your Topfour Comfort Movies

this is going around twitter rn but im also super curious: please tell me your top four comfort movies that you’re always down to watch bc my friend thinks mine are ridiculous and now we’ve realised everyone’s version of “comfort” is hilariously different

This look was God tier.

his duality should be illegal 😤

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I am in a glass case of emotion!!!!!!!!! Don’t look at me.

I can’t handle, man. I just can’t.

😭😭😭

Love to Hate (Ch. 9)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Genre: Fuck Buddies / Enemies to Lovers (honorary idiots to lovers for this chapter!!)

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Synopsis: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you’ve done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Rating: 18+ (semi-explicit chapter)

Warnings: making out, feeling up (this feels so strange to write as a warning haha but I guess??)

Word Count: 10,446

Author’s Note: links to be updated at a later date!

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My HEART!!!! IS BREAKING!!!!!!!! I love this story but gosh I just want OC to love herself and to get away from those terrible friends, the poor baby! And poor JK being misunderstood and judged wrongly!!! He’s such a sweetie pie and complete perfection. I just want to cuddle him and kiss him and make them both happy. They are just sublime.

‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny 05

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: fatphobia, a lot of hurt feelings, Taehyung physically hurts YN when he doesn’t let her go, bruises. Very angry kook.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Your birthday party is supposed to be the best day of the year, and it’s going amazing until Taehyung crosses a line with you and then accuses Jungkook of something which in return hurts you,

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 3.7k

Gym bunny Masterlist ♡

A/n: the dress y/n wore because I love pinky pink dresses

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You woke up to the smell of something sweet but on the verge of being burnt. You got up from Jungkooks bed to follow the scent, you were hungry since you didn’t eat anything last night. Having fallen asleep and only being woken up briefly by Jungkook to get you to change into pjs.

Which was a battle in itself because you knew you wouldn’t fit into his clothes no matter how oversized and baggy he claimed they were. It took a lot of convincing and silly threats on Jungkooks part to get you into the bathroom, where you found that they do actually fit. They weren’t so baggy on you but it’s okay because Jungkook still blushed like a school girl when he saw you.

You walked into the kitchen where Jungkook immediately spotted you, he was shirtless but with a Spider-Man apron that you didn’t even know existed. But of course he owned it. Jungkook smiled at you before setting up a plate for you and absolutely filling it with pancakes and bacon. You hummed and sat down, also trying to ignore his exposed skin, especially his back, but it was so hard. His waist was so thin you were jealous. And also very weirdly turned on but shook those thoughts away when he sat next to you.

“I’m a beast when it comes to cooking y/n.” Jungkook smirked as he began digging in his own plate,” Eat. I got a full day planned okay? The mailman should be here any minute to deliver my Lego set, you’re going to help me build it while we watch encanto, still can’t believe you haven’t seen it you weird ass alien and I-“

“I’d love to, really, but I have to go home,” you smiled awkwardly,” Yoons probably worried and I have to meet with my friend who’s making cupcakes for my birthday party but-“

“Birthday party?!?” Jungkook practically yelled,” please tell me you were going to invite me?”

“Of course I am!” You excitedly told him.

“Cool then you’re forgiven for ditching me,” he stuffed his mouth with bacon,” we’re still on for the gym later right?”

“Yes, I have to burn this breakfast off somehow.” You joked.

After eating breakfast and being forced to watch Jungkook wrestle with his horse sized dog, he lets you go home where Yoon interrogated you and scolded you for being so reckless. But you smiled through it since Jungkook somehow turned a bad night into a fun, warm night.

You don’t regret it at all.

You do regret taking a small nap before the gym, so now you ran late, having the change at the gym. Which you avoided but today you felt differently, so you walked in with your gym bag confidently. You immediately saw Jungkook doing a handstand with a group of other men around him cheering him on. He saw you upside down and stumbled to go greet you.

“You’re late.” He straightened up pretending to be checking his imaginary watch.

“I fell asleep,” you sheepishly smiled,” I’ll be back okay?”

“We’re doing extra weights today then.”

You walked off and the very second you did, Taehyung walked in.

Jungkook felt his blood boil, you didn’t tell him what happened but he just knew Taehyung fucked up. He watches Taehyung put his bag away and take his water bottle out with sharp eyes. Jungkook admits he might cross a line right now, but he can’t stand the fact that Taehyung can get away with saying whatever he wants with you, and still get the privilege of your love. So nothing could stop the venom of envy that ran through his veins.

He wanted to make Taehyung feel this same envy.

Jungkook made sure you were still in the locker room before he approaches Taehyung, who was just about to get on the treadmill but stopped once he saw Jungkook stalking towards him.

“You’re Taehyung right?”

“Y-Yea,” Taehyung but his lip,” you’re y/ns friend?”

“Right. Nice to meet you, she talks about you sometimes,” Jungkook smirked,” made me curious about you since she doesn’t say much.”

Taehyung looked taken aback, he thought you would talk just a little more about him.

Since you had that crush on him and all.

Jungkook senses Taehyungs confusion and quickly changed the subject,” Anyways she’s changing right now- we stopped by her place to get her some clothes before we came.”

What does he mean by we?

Was he the reason why you ignored his texts last night?

Did you go to this guy's house after you hung out with him?

Jungkook could see the questions in Taehyungs mind, even though he was lying out of his ass, he was still proud to see how stuck Taehyung looked.

“Well I’ll see you then,” Jungkook smirked,” we’re having a slow day today. She’s tired. You know how it is.”

Jungkook winked and walked to go find you, leaving Taehyung with a nasty feeling in his chest.

Taehyungs mind was all over the place. He watched you and Jungkook interact, he hates seeing Jungkook near you, touching you. He didn’t know why but he felt knots in his stomach and in his heart. It felt weird knowing that you were most likely sleeping with Jungkook and that you went to go fuck him after being with Taehyung.

Not that he was jealous or anything, he just knew that guys like Jungkook take advantage of sweet innocent girls like you and the way Jungkook was basically flaunting you made Taehyung sick. Taehyung wants what’s best for you and Jungkook was definitely not it. He knew Jungkook would only hurt you.

That’s why the day of your birthday party, a week later, Taehyung arrived early, he did his hair nice and curly the way he knew you liked it and he wrapped his gifts so perfectly that he was truly impressed with himself.

He would be there for you and show you what a true friend is.

You were surprised but equally as happy seeing Taehyung early. He looked so handsome holding your gifts and you felt giddy with joy.

He even hugged you.

But then he was oddly clingy. He followed you around instead of talking with everyone else like he usually does. Taehyung almost looked like he was glued to you, you turned around and he was there.

It was weird but you didn’t push him away since you liked the attention he gave you.

You did, however, excuse yourself when Jungkook texted you.

Jungkook💪🏻👁👄👁:

The party is here 🕺🏻

You smiled at your phone making Taehyungs jaw clench because he just somehow knew who it was. You practically skipped to the door to open it for Jungkook, and in that moment Jungkook swore you took his breath away. You looked gorgeous, ethereal. You wore this pastel pink dress that had puffy short sleeves and a puffy short skirt that made you look like a princess. Jungkook avoided your cleavage, which was really hard for him to do because Jungkook was a sucker for a nice pair of tits and he could tell he would probably love yours but his eyes stayed on the pink ribbon choker you wore. Tits aside, he absolutely loved your dress and definitely would love it if you wore it a hundred times more. Even to the gym, he wouldn’t mind.

He felt his heart quiver in his chest but he put on his brave face because right now seeing you, he really needed it. Seeing Jungkook made you forget about how weird Taehyung was being. He immediately handed you a big box that was perfectly wrapped in spider man wrapping paper.

“Before you ask, yes it’s for you,” Jungkook engulfed you in a tight hug,” happy birthday my little alien.”

He pulled back and almost, just almost kissed your cheek but didn’t even though he kind of actually really wanted to. It felt right.

Maybe another time.

“Thank you Jungkook.” You squealed and held your gift tight, you didn’t know how Jungkook was with gifts but you didn’t care what was inside, you’re sure you’ll love it even if it’s just shreds of paper.

Besides, Jungkook just showing up was a gift to you already.

Jungkook followed you to the kitchen where you put the gift at the top of the mountain made of other gifts. Jungkook was impressed and surprised that he saw one with Taehyungs name on them.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all

Maybe he finally feels bad for what he’s done.

He’s making it up to her.

Now we don’t have to fuck him up.

You pulled Jungkooks sleeve to get his attention.

“Do you want to see my room? I just put up my sailor moon poster.” You wiggled in excitement.

“Oh~”Jungkook cooed as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder,” you’re showing me up huh?”

“Maybe~” You walked to the living room where you immediately felt every pair of eyes on you two.

Maybe you will introduce him first.

You smiled at him before turning to everyone to speak up proudly.

“Guys this is my friend.” You smiled as Jungkook waved to everyone in the room.

“I’m Jungkook, nice to meet everyone.” Jungkook smiled, taking in all the weird looks he was getting. He fully knew what they were thinking. Jungkook brushed them off since he was there for you and not them. All your friends greeted him, especially Yoon. She made it very clear how happy she was to meet him.

“Wow So this is the famous Jungkook huh?” Yoon swirls her hair, a flirting technique you’ve seen before,” y/n talks about you ALL the time.“

You blushed and Jungkook could see how you were on the verge of embarrassment.

“Oh yea?” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows at you,” My roommates are sick of y/n. I always yap about her.”

He nudged your shoulder and you stood tall, gassed up from his comment.

“I see.” Yoon stood closer to Jungkook to get some space between you and him because why is he so touchy with you?

It puzzled her.

Jungkook noticed since he’s no stranger to girls like Yoon, so he quickly wrapped an arm around you to squeeze you.

“Y/n feed me please.”

You smiled and pulled him to the snack table to fill his plate up the same way he did with you.

You were having fun and it was just the beginning.

Taehyung on the other hand, wasn’t having any fun since you left to be with him. He sipped on his wine cooler as he glared at the tattooed hand that was wrapped oh, so casually around you.

He didn’t like what he was seeing at all.

His jaw clenched as he got up to go join you once again.

Your big beautiful smile widened just a little when you saw Taehyung.

“Y/n can you come here for a second? I want to give you something.”

“But-“

“Don’t worry y/n I’ll take good care of your friend here,” Yoon smiled, as she slithered her way towards Jungkook again,” promise.”

Jungkook had a mouth full of corn dog when he looked at you, a little scared and wishing you wouldn’t leave. But Taehyungs smile swooned you. He extended his hand out to you. You hummed before excusing yourself.

“I’ll be right back, Jungkook.”

The second Jungkook saw Taehyung his gaze turned into something scary and made you nervous but then he smiled at you with that cute bunny smile he does so often. He softened for you.

“Ok but if your sailor moon poster is gone when you're back, don’t look at me.” He smirked, making you smile a genuine cheesy smile.

Yoon looked between you two and pulled Jungkook to the snack table,” Kookie come try these cute snacks I made~”

Jungkook wanted to groan but didn’t. Instead he watched you walk away with Taehyung feeling a tiny bit sad. He sighed and grabbed a bunch of cheese blocks to ease the pain. You were nervous and a bit excited to see what Taehyung wanted to give you. He took you out to your balcony so he could give you your main present under the moonlight. He held your hand as he leaned on the balcony, he looked gorgeous and you felt numb with love.

“So,” your voice trailed,” what did you wanna give me?”

Taehyung smiled shyly.

“This,” Taehyung pulled out a thin silver necklace from his pocket.

“You didn’t have to oh my gosh,” your eyes gleamed,” you already got me something..”

Taehyung grinned and you felt your heart jump into his hands, you huffed, so in love with him.

“I know but I wanted to,” Taehyung blushed,” I wanted to make up for- for not being here for you as much as before.”

Your heart melted, feeling gooey and sticky from his words.

“It’s okay Taehyung, I know how busy you were.” You smiled, making Taehyungs heart ache with guilt. Guilt because deep down he knew that was just an excuse.

“Y-Yea,” he smiled,” I could have still made time for you, so this is me apologizing from the bottom of my heart. I want to get back to how we were.”

He twirled the necklace in front of you so you could take in its beauty. It was absolutely gorgeous, a crescent moon with a star hanging from the top that had a red gem in the middle of it. On the corner of the necklace had the symbol of your favorite sailor scout, sailor mars. You almost squealed, you didn’t think he cared for your obsession with Sailor Moon but seeing this gift made you feel guilty for ever doubting him.

He does care for you.

“Let me help you put it on.” Taehyung whispered, giving you goosebumps all over your body.

You turned around and pulled your hair up so he could see. Taehyungs hands were soft against your skin, they lingered against you for a bit making you gasp in return.

He turned you around, his hands still planted on your shoulders,” Beautiful.”

You smiled, genuinely feeling his compliment.

You felt beautiful.

“Thank you Taehyung.” You whispered

Taehyung was totally entranced by you, by your smile and your beautiful eyes. He doesn't know what took over him but his body moved before he could process what he was doing. Maybe because he sees just how beautiful you’ve become or maybe it was the alcohol in his system he doesn’t know. Taehyung just knows that he really wants to kiss you right now.

He leaned in to you, you held your breath, frozen in his arms until he whispered your name against your lips.

“W-What are you doing?” Your lip quivered with nerves.

He hushed you before pressing his lips against yours.

Your whole body lit up and you softened in his touch, his lips were soft and tasted like wine. You moaned softly when his tongue swiped against your lips. Your hands gripped his jacket and your heart fluttered away. You couldn’t believe what was happening right now.

But why?

Why was he kissing you?

He doesn’t like you.

He’s never even hugged you longer than ten seconds but here he was shoving his tongue down your throat.

Why was he doing this to you?

It suddenly felt wrong that he was kissing you even though you’ve dreamt of this moment for years.

Jungkook would be so mad right now.

You pulled back, making Taehyung grunt softly and rest his forehead on yours. To him that was one of the best kisses he’s ever had. He wanted to keep kissing you but you pulled away from him, heart heavy with confusion.

“Why- Why did you kiss me?” You asked him with tears that didn’t just sting in your eyes.

“Because..”Taehyungs paused, seeing your teary expression,” it was like- like a birthday kiss- y-ya know?”

“B-But why?” You sniffled.

Taehyung didn’t know what to say.

Why did he kiss you?

He didn’t have an answer, he just did it.

Your heart hurt with each breath he took and each second of silence that surrounded you. You took a deep breath before pushing down the ache in your heart. And with that ache every ounce of love you had for him, disappearing with those hurt feelings.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t lead me on Taehyung,” You looked into Taehyungs eyes, making him breathless and shocked you’ve never spoken to him like this before,” it’s cruel of you to give me hope when we both know that you don’t feel the same.”

Taehyung gripped your shoulders when he felt you shift away from him.

“Wait y/n, that’s not- let me explain I-“

You snapped, avoided his piercing gaze,” stop-“

“Just let me explain,” Taehyung was frantic with his touches, he needed you to know he would never hurt you like that,” please y/n-“

You pushed Taehyung away but his hands held you tight, too tight. His grasp hurt you, you started to feel scared.

You looked back hoping that someone would come help you.

Jungkook was enjoying his fifth cupcake when he decided to escape from the clutches of your roommate to go and find you. He might have also been a little bit worried because you've been gone for a while but he also just really wanted to hang out with you. He had two cupcakes in hand when he walked by your living room where the balcony was. Jungkook knew you were excited about them and wanted you to try them before he devoured them all.

The balcony is also where he spotted you, you looked like you were struggling to get away from Taehyung and that’s all Jungkook needed to put his cupcakes down and storm out to the balcony making everyone in the living room curious about what was happening.

“S-Stop Taehyung,” you whispered loud enough for Jungkook to hear.

Jungkook did not hesitate and very roughly pushed Taehyung off of you, making him fall flat on his ass. It took every inch of his body not to punch the smug look on his face.

“Jungkook!” You yelled out, completely shocked and a little relieved that he suddenly showed up.

“What the Fuck man!?” Taehyung spit out,” what’s your problem?”

“She told you to stop,” Jungkook stood before you like a knight guarding his princess,” what don’t you understand about stop.”

Everyone that was inside was now outside, trying to get a glimpse of what was happening.

Taehyung scoffed, rolling his eyes as he stood up to defend himself,” we were just talking.”

“You could have been praying for all I care,” Jungkook bites back,” stop means stop or are you that much of a piece of shit you don’t understand simple words?”

Now Taehyung was angry. Who did this guy think he was when he was the worst type of scum out there?

“I’m the piece of shit?” Taehyung shot back,” You're one to talk.”

Jungkook scoffed,” I have never treated y/n the way you do.”

“What are you talking about?” Taehyung looked over to you, who was hiding behind Jungkook, embarrassed about this whole argument,” I-I don’t treat her badly.”

You pulled on Jungkooks hand to get his attention but he was too angry right now, he wanted to make Taehyung hurt as much as he hurt you.

And he definitely was hurting the way you avoided his eyes, and the way you stood as if you were on his side.

“Y/n tell him,” Taehyung called out to you but you hid behind Jungkook, afraid of what to say,” I would never-“

Jungkook scoffed, not letting Taehyung finish and that’s when he noticed everyone around them, whispering and glancing at him. What made him realize the situation he was in, was when he saw you behind him. Taehyung was beyond embarrassed, and ashamed he couldn’t believe that Jungkook, someone who barely knows you, would say he treats you badly?

The wine coolers he had earlier were rushing back to him, making his brain fuzzy with anger.

Maybe that’s what gave him the courage to open his mouth to spit out venom only meant to hurt the man in front of him.

“At least I’m not the one using her to fulfill their weird fat fetish.”

Silence.

Your whole world shattered. Everything and everyone around you was frozen and you felt like you only existed.

Weird fat fetish?

Jungkook has a fat fetish?

So that’s why he’s been so nice to you?

He was just using you?

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop the tears from streaming down your cheeks. At this point Jungkook didn’t care about Taehyung anymore, he only cared about what Taehyung said. Jungkook felt the ghost of your hands on his arms, he knew what must be going through your mind.

But when he turned around he only saw the color of your dress disappearing in the crowd of people and into the house.

That’s when Yoon decided to step in.

“Okay everyone parties over!”

Jungkook ran past her to get to you.

“Y/n- wait,” he called out,”y/n.”

You trembled and almost tripped over yourself getting to your room. You didn’t care about bumping into people you just wanted to be alone.

Once you saw the safety of your room you looked back and saw Jungkook frantically following behind you but you slammed the door shut before he could come in. You sniffled while crawling under the blankets, crying into your pillow. You ignored the feverish knocks on your door that were followed by Jungkooks voice calling out to you.

You just couldn’t face him, you didn’t want to believe what Taehyung said.

But it all made sense.

Jungkook was only your friend so he could take advantage of you, use you for his sick fetish.

You should have listened to Taehyung.

You cried, not believing that your once wonderful new friend was capable of hurting you this way.

You felt your heart break in places you’ve never felt before, it was a new pain to you and it hurt so fucking bad.

Jungkook was using you?

Taehyung was right, it’s the only way he’d ever want to even be friends with you.

Jungkook‘s just using you.

You shuttered at the thought, disgusted with yourself.

How could you be so stupid?

You cried yourself to sleep, sniffling into your pillow with an awful ache in your heart that felt like it wasn’t even there at this point. All on the day you were supposed to be celebrated and loved.

Maybe that’s why it hurts even more.

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A/n; I am so so so so so so soooooooooooo so so sorry also thanks again to my Angel @justanotherstarlightmonger for being my beta reader I seriously don’t know where I’d be without you bestie

~Che

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Good lord, Sunny! You did it again! I’m dying…..🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵. This JK slays me! You capture him so well. 😍😍😍😍😍

Paradise | JJK - Eight

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, drinking, Jungkook has a ponytail, dry humping, dancer JK returns, hand job, so much teasing!, 34 + 35

Word Count: 6.7k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

A/N: It’s date night with Jungkook, part two! Thanks to @minttangerines for helping me select the perfect soundtrack. Let’s geddit!

Unbeta’d as usual. Please let me know what you think, I’d love to hear from you! Taglist is open. 💕

Previous Chapter ♦ Paradise Masterlist

“So… you still want to hang out?” Jungkook asks when you reach the space between your apartment doors. Wet hair hangs in his face, clinging to his skin, and he runs his tattooed hand through the dark strands. The curves of his muscles in his arms and chest are visible through his shirt as the dripping material hugs them tight. You don’t respond to his query, too busy admiring how he manages to make sopping wet look so good until a laugh jolts you from your trance.

He tries again. “How about I get changed and then I’ll come over?” This time you nod. “Okay. Cool.”

He opens his door and steps inside. You follow.

“Uh… I thought I was going to come over to yours?”

You nod again. “Yeah, sure.” Whatever he wants is fine by you.

Jungkook glances at your outfit. “Do you want to go dry off and I’ll meet you over there?”

“Okay.” You want to shed your soaking clothing. Obviously. Everything is sticking everywhere and the combination of the wet fabric and the chill of the air conditioning is most unpleasant.

So why aren’t you moving?

Jungkook smiles, and your eye is drawn to that mole under his lower lip. It’s been a while since you’ve thought about that lil’ cutie. It’s still pretty adorable, nestled up against the plump pink curve of Jungkook’s mouth. Just begging to be kissed.

“Okay. Well. If you want to come over here after you’re dry, that’s fine too. I don’t care where we hang out,” he offers.

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Cool. I’ll leave my door unlocked, then.” He starts to back away, walking down his hallway while he grins at you.

You follow.

He’s laughing now. “Let me grab you a towel.” He disappears into his bathroom and you pause. What are you doing? Why are you just trailing behind him blindly like some dazed creature following the pied piper? Go get changed, dumbass!

Jungkook reappears with two towels. You hold yours while you watch him rub his hair with the other. He peers at you with one eye. “You can use that, if you’d like.”

“Right.” Gently dabbing your face with the rather fluffy bathsheet, you inhale the gentle scent of fabric softener. The flowery fragrance wakes you up a little. “Uh. Thank you.” You hand him back the towel. “I’ll just… go throw something dry on.”

But your feet don’t start walking and you realize you simply don’t want to leave. Why go over to your apartment? There’s no Jungkook there.

Jungkook wraps both cloths around his neck as he steps closer. There’s that warmth in his eye again. More than a twinkle. A whole galaxy. He slides his hands up your arms and your breath hitches as his face dips towards yours. His fingers curl around the collar of his leather jacket, and you nearly tip forward, expecting him to pull you in for a kiss, before you realize he’s just removing the coat.

“Uh,” you intone, covering your embarrassment eloquently. “Thanks for letting me borrow that.”

“Of course.” He folds the jacket over the back of his couch before his fingers return to your arms, skim across your shoulders, stop at the buttons on your jean jacket where they’re fastened below your throat.

“I’ll just be right back.”

“Sure you will,” he nods knowingly, deft fingers making short work of the delicate gold fastenings before sliding the sodden material down your arms.

“Dry clothes.” It’s not even a full sentence, for god’s sake. What is wrong with you?!

Jungkook gazes down at you with a tiny smirk. His hands are so warm on your chilled skin. When did you start shivering?

“Come on.” He takes you by the hand and leads you down the hallway into his bedroom. The room is dark, blackout curtains draped from floor to ceiling over the windows, making it difficult to see. You can tell there’s artwork all over the walls, and the desire to flip on a light switch and examine it is so strong, but you resist the urge to be nosy, still clutching his palm as he guides you to his closet.

Jungkook rummages for a moment. There does in fact appear to be lots of clothing in colors other than black, which makes you grin. “Here.” He presents you with a bright green t-shirt and pair of gray joggers. “Dry clothes.”

“Thanks.” The shirt looks like an old tour t-shirt. You vaguely remember the band–some sort of emo slash punk group, maybe? Not exactly what you’d expect Jungkook to be into, given that the music that you always hear wafting through the wall is usually r&b or hip-hop.

When you glance up, he’s already shirtless, hands working his belt buckle.

The visual sends a bolt of electricity surging through you and snaps you into motion. You spin on your heel, making a beeline for the bathroom. If you were in a movie right now, you’d splash your face in the sink, but you’re not, and also you’re still dripping so frankly more water at this point isn’t going to do a damn thing. Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you sigh.

Get. It. Together.

Jungkook’s clothes are just as soft as his towel and smell just as wonderful. He’s clearly a man who knows how to launder. Thanks to the double layer of jackets, your bra managed to stay dry, but your panties did not. Now you’ve got a tough choice–keep the wet undergarments on or go commando in Jungkook’s pants. Neither option sounds particularly comfortable. Of course, there is a third option–go next door and get changed.

You tuck the panties into one of the dress’s pockets before you hang the garment over his shower curtain rod to dry.

A clear tenor drifts down the hall. “You will be my vixen, my bed’ll be your stage….” Jungkook is singing along to some music. Without the thin wall of your apartment to impede it, his voice is even more gorgeous, the sound fuller, more resonant.

A cozy image materializes in your head–a vision of the two of you, relaxing in his living room, you curled up with a book, him at his easel, serenading you as he sings along with the stereo, maybe on a rainy night like tonight. Something twists in your gut. You want. Leaning against the door as you listen, you close your eyes, trying to center yourself.

“But baby, together, we can’t lose!”

Slow down. Take a breath. Enjoy the moment.

When you emerge from the bathroom, you feel better. Head a little clearer. Still not letting yourself get too tied up in expectations. You’re just going to sit and talk for a while. Padding barefoot down the hall, you find Jungkook waiting on the couch, black shirt & sweats on, hair tied up in a ponytail. Back in his standard ensemble, he’s once again the cute neighbor you’re used to seeing in the hall.

His gaze roams over you slowly as you approach, eyes so wide that you immediately become paranoid.

“What?” you ask, hands flying to your face. Most of your makeup is still intact–bless the genius who invented the waterproof formula–but you’d still gotten pretty drenched. “What?!”

“Nothing!” He flushes as he jumps up, bounding towards his kitchen. “Did you want something to drink?” He opens his fridge, displaying the contents with a wave of his arm. “I’ve got water, tea, banana milk, and… uh, that’s it. Unless you want something with alcohol? Soju? Cider or beer?”

“Mmmm…” You’re torn between wanting something to take the edge off and not wanting anything to dull your senses. “I’ll take a cider, please.”

You claim one corner of his couch, tucking your feet under you, knees pointing towards Jungkook while he reclines on the other end, legs spread, fingers tapping on his thigh along to the music. As you sip the crisp cider, you let your gaze wander around his living room. Everything is so neatly arranged, no signs of clutter anywhere. It’s quite impressive and not at all like your place, where you have a tendency to just kinda… set things down anywhere and then leave them for weeks or months.

The easel is up in the corner again. The canvas is mostly bare except for the beginnings of a sketch, a lightly drawn outline of a human figure.

“What are you working on now?” You tilt your bottle towards the easel. “Or is that something I shouldn’t ask? I don’t want to pry or anything.”

“Oh, no, I don’t mind talking about it. I'm just starting a portrait.”

“Do you have a preference when it comes to what you’re painting? Like, do you prefer people, or objects, or whatever?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Not really. I just draw whatever inspires me. Sometimes it’s things, sometimes it’s people.”

“And where do you get your inspiration from?” You hope you don’t sound like you're interrogating him, but you really do find his talent so fascinating. Propping your elbow on the back of your seat, you rest your head in your hand, waiting for his answer.

Anderson Paak croons softly in the background as Jungkook mulls your question. “Everywhere, I guess. I know that sounds like such a cheat of an answer, but it’s true. The cherry blossom painting came from a trip to the city gardens last year. I once did a whole series starring Taehyung’s pomeranian puppy.” You make a mental note to ask him if you can see those later. “Sometimes I just see something and I have to draw it.” He beams, scrunching his nose, and your heart does this little swoop in your chest. “It’s like–if something’s so beautiful that it catches my eye, then I want to share it. Capture it for others to see. And hopefully enjoy,” he laughs.

“Fuck, that’s lovely,” you proclaim dramatically, and he laughs again, silver hoops in his ears jangling as he cackles. “I mean it! Listen, I can’t draw for shit and I can’t dance–I really envy the way you can create with your hands or your body–” your face starts to heat but you plow on, “because I’d love to be able to do that! Any of it. But…” You raise your shoulders. “I don’t know. I have no skill or talent to share. I basically have nothing to offer.”

Jungkook frowns, setting his beer bottle on a coaster on the coffee table as he hums thoughtfully. “I don’t think that’s true. Maybe you just haven’t discovered it yet, or maybe you don’t recognize it, but I believe everyone has a gift.” You start to scoff but he just shakes his head. “No, I do! I think we all have talents. Like, you’re really funny.”

Well, if your neck wasn’t on fire earlier, it is now. “Pfft, no, I’m n–”

“You are,” he interrupts, a soft smile silencing you. “You always make me laugh. Sometimes–” His voice falters as he glances away, biting his lip.

“Sometimes what?” You shift closer to him on the couch as you wait for him to go on. You’re paying attention to his words, practically hanging on them, but you’re also painfully aware of how his thick thigh now presses into your leg, and the way his cologne makes your head spin. Forget the cider, he’s what’s intoxicating.

“I really shouldn’t tell you this, but… sometimes I’ve heard the things you and your friends say. You know, through the….” He gestures to the wall that adjoins your apartment. “Uh. Anyway. You make them laugh so much, which is good because then you can’t hear me laughing along alone in my apartment.”

The thought makes you giggle, picturing Jungkook just bursting into laughter in an empty room. “Okay, so you’re confessing to being a creeper, eavesdropping on my conversations?”

“No!” Deer in headlights. “No, I’m not actively listening in, I swear! I just… sometimes… catch things.”

His panicked reply makes you giggle. “I’m only kidding. I know how thin those walls are. I hear your music all the time.”

“Right. Sorry about that. If it’s ever too loud…”

You shake your head. “It’s fine. You have excellent taste. And such a pretty singing voice.”

“Aish, no–”

“Nope!” This time, you cut him off. “No arguing. You do. Especially your upper range, it’s so sweet.” Jungkook reddens, hand rubbing the back of his neck, and you pounce. “Look at you! You’re blushing! You take off your clothes for a living and pose nude for a photograph larger than my tv and this is what makes you blush?”

Your giggles get louder as he covers his ears with his hands, an endearing tic that makes your heart swell with affection. Then comes the bunny smile, and without thinking you reach out and swat at him lightly, hand landing on his chest.

He threads his fingers through yours, keeping your hand locked to his as he playfully puffs out his lower lip, voice laced with whine. “Stop it. You’re not allowed to tease me.”

His thumb distracts you for a moment, tenderly rubbing back and forth over your knuckles, before you answer. “Oh, but it’s okay for you to tease me all the time?”

“Yes. Exactly,” he smiles, eyes crinkling, nose wrinkling. Cuteness overload.

“Mmm, see, that just makes me want to do it more.” You flash him a sly smile before wrapping your lips around the mouth of your bottle and taking a long dram.

“Don’t make me start,” he warns, voice low and rumbly as he fixes you with a dark stare. You recognize that look from your dreams. Squeezing your thighs together, you swallow audibly, and he smirks.

“Is that why you thought you’d get the job at Paradise? When Taehyung told you where he was working? Because you’re so good at riling people up?” You finish your cider, placing the empty bottle on the coffee table.

Jungkook snorts, letting go of your hand to grab his drink. “Nah. I thought I had a shot because I could dance, but that’s it.” He’s silent for a moment, swigging his beer. “Believe it or not, I didn’t have much experience with teasing or flirting or… or even talking to people before I started dancing there.”

He reads the look on your face and crosses his heart. “I swear! Look, I know how others see me. But I’ve always had trouble talking to people. Just found it easier not to.” He spins the bottle in his hands, eyes downcast.

All the bashful smiles and skittish glances your neighbor has given you over the years dash through your head. So this is why he used to run away from you at the mailboxes. Before that night at Paradise, you’d thought he was just really reserved and aloof, or maybe a little misanthropic. But it seems that, despite his incredible stage presence, and the way he winds you up so easily, deep down, Jeon Jungkook is rather shy.

“I believe you,” you reassure him, and he relaxes slightly, granting you a small grin in return. “So you picked all this up along the way?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “I’ve learned a lot. More than just the importance of body oil or how to properly do a dolphin kick.”

“A what now?” You blink.

“Dolphin kick? The dance move?”

You shake your head, and he stands, moving the coffee table away from the couch. As you watch in awe, he dives towards the ground like he’s about to do a headstand, landing on his palms. Then he slowly lowers the rest of his body to the floor in a rolling wave, biceps rippling with the strain of supporting himself as he undulates. He finishes by pushing himself off the ground, tensing his thighs and rising up smoothly into a standing position using only his legs.

“Oh shit,” is your response. It seems to please him greatly, based on the way a delighted smile works its way across his face. “Well, you definitely aced that lesson, well done.”

Jungkook laughs, bobbing his head to the music. “Thanks. I spent a lot of time getting that one down. You learn really quickly when you’re dancing for a roomful of strangers what you’re good at and what you’re not, because they’ll tell you very loudly what they like and what they don’t.”

“I’m sure.” The room at Paradise on the night of Jennie’s bachelorette party was certainly very vocal in expressing their approval.

Rather than rejoin you on the couch, Jungkook leans over, placing a hand on both of your knees. You gaze up at him with wide eyes as he slowly parts your legs, forcing you to sit up straight, feet flat on the floor.

“What-what are you doing?” Your voice stutters as quickly as your pulse does.

“I could keep telling you what I’ve learned, or I could show you,” he rasps, lowering his face to brush your nose with his. You lean forward, trying to kiss him, but he dodges with a chuckle as you pout. “Ah, ah, that’s not allowed. That’ll get you kicked right out of the club.” Then he grabs the remote to his stereo and changes the song.

“Seduction” by Usher pours out of the speakers as he peers down at you. It’s like the change in the music triggers a total shift in him. Your adorable neighbor is completely gone. The man staring at you now is unmistakably JK, the seductive dancer you saw at Paradise. His eyes darken, glimmering wickedly, and he removes his hair tie, letting his long hair tumble free. He nods to the thumping bass, quirking a brow. “Would you like a dance?”

Would you? Two lap dances in two days? You’ve died and gone to heaven. You hope Jennie gives you a nice eulogy. You hope Jisoo clears your browser history.

But the look in Jungkook’s eyes tells you not to expect another dance like Jin’s.

It dawns on you that this is the first you’ve thought about Jin all night.

“Yes, please.”

Jungkook starts to move. He rocks from side to side, one hand on his waist, like he grips the buckle of a belt, while the other points at you, a fierce expression on his face, all furrowed brows and bitten lips. You suppress a giggle. Not because anything he’s doing is funny. It’s just that you feel strangely giddy, a sort of unexpected euphoria coming over you.

You have literally dreamt about this moment, on multiple occasions, though you hadn’t imagined it happening like this, in his apartment, on his couch, wearing his clothes. Despite the fact that you’re totally covered up under his comfy old shirt and sweats, you feel incredibly exposed under the heat of his gaze, and fight the urge to cover your face with your hands, not wanting him to stop just because you felt the need to hide.

He slides closer, inch by inch. When he finally straddles you, those thick thighs on either side of your legs, framing you in, you immediately reach out and curl your fingers into the waistband of his sweats, seeking to anchor him to you. Jungkook grins cheekily, laying his hands on top of yours and slowly nudging them down, dragging his pants with them. But as soon as you get an eyeful of his v-line, he gleefully tugs your hands away, placing them on his chest, and chuckles as you make a sour face.

“This is probably the most important thing I learned,” he tells you.

“How to roll your hips like that?” It’s mesmerizing, the way he swivels them in your lap.

He tosses his head back when he laughs, hair flying. “Ha, no, that I already knew.” His reply is all brashness and swagger, and once again he pushes your hands down, this time letting them skate along his torso until they reach the bottom of his shirt. He folds your fingers around the hem, holding them in place.

“It’s all about connection. Figuring out what someone wants and giving it to them - or not giving it, most of the time. Holding it back, to build anticipation.” He slows the roll of his hips as he says that last word, drawing the motion out a little.

“Mmm,” you muse thoughtfully, as though there were any thoughts in your head at the moment. Unable to tear your eyes away, you watch as he uses your hands to lift his shirt, revealing the ridges of his abs, muscles flexing sharply as he breathes. He’s sliding the material frustratingly slowly, and you try to move him along, but he won’t have it, and he pushes your hands away coyly.

“Now, what did I just say?” His grin mocks you as he tuts.

“Jungkook.” The amount of sheer need in your voice is astonishing. Should it concern you that this man can rev you from 0 to 100 in mere seconds? All you want to do is rip off his shirt and get your hands all over him. And your lips. Also your tongue.

“Something wrong?”

“Yes,” you nod, giving him your best attempt at puppy dog eyes. “I’m full of anticipation. Practically overflowing. No need to build anything up any more.”

“Mmm, you say that now, but trust me.” His hips haven’t stopped gyrating, and he slings his arms over your shoulders, pulling you near as he thrusts to the rhythm, and your slickness has to be seeping into his sweats at this point, you’re so ready for him.

His mouth is enticingly close, so you tilt your face up, begging silently, and he obliges you briefly, but only just so, barely brushing your lips with featherlight kisses. Then he leans back and in one swift motion he rips his shirt off, tossing the sweaty fabric to the side. You exclaim loudly, reaching out to trace your hands over his chest, fingertips so eager to feel him, but he bats them away lightly.

“Jungkook!” Not the first time tonight you’ve yelled his name, hopefully won’t be the last.

“No touching.” Clutching your wrists, he brings one of your hands to his lips, dragging hot kisses across your palm.

Fucking hell, if he keeps this up you’ll be the first documented case of a person bursting into flames from desire. “No fair. You get to touch!”

“Never said it was fair. But those are the rules.”

You scoff. “You know, we’re not actually at Paradise, do we really have to abide by those?”

“Yes, because these are my rules. Besides, I’m enjoying this. I love teasing you,” he admits, purring in a low rumble. The mischievous glint in his eyes makes your stomach swoop. “It’s too easy. And you’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

If he thinks that, then he must find you absolutely stunning right now, with your entire body burning as you lower your eyes , hoping he can’t hear your heart rattling against your ribcage.

Gently, he pinches your chin, forcing you to look at him. The way his thumb traces circles along your jaw makes you shiver as he tips your face up for a fiery kiss. Dark, wavy hair falls in your face, blocking the edge of your vision, so you only see him.

As if anything else exists right now.

When he pulls away, you murmur, “You’re very good at that.”

“Kissing or teasing?”

Even if you peer up into his eyes like this every day for the rest of your life, and find that same heat there, you’ll never get used to it. It’s fathomless, making your heart stutter.

“Both.” Leaning in, you smooch just under his bottom lip, giving that cute little mole a tiny peck, before you brush your mouth against his. “But especially the teasing.”

“Well, that is my specialty.” His kiss is hungrier this time, mouth seeking yours before he’s even finished his sentence. You inhale him, taste him, feel the sting of his teeth on your lips, the tender caress of his tongue. There’s a danger at the moment of you soaking through the borrowed joggers you wear. It’s crazy how much this man turns you on.

Jungkook grabs your hands, pulling you to your feet. He raises your arms so they point to the ceiling, and you want to ask what he’s doing, but you know you should just go with it, so you let him position you as he wants.

His hands glide down your arms and keep going along your sides as he slides down your body, lips trailing lightly over your shirt. You can feel his hot breath through the cottony material, blowing down your chest, down your stomach, all the way down until he’s crouched in front of you, mouth level with your pussy, gazing up at you reverently.

“Oh shit,” you mutter again, and he winks before he rises and lifts you into the air, one arm around your back, the other gripping your thigh. Gasping in surprise, you instinctively wrap your legs around him as he carries you away from the couch.

“You okay?” he murmurs, and then he laughs at how emphatically you nod. Yes. You’re more than okay. You couldn’t be any better at this moment, as he slowly spins in a circle, holding you aloft, one hand softly skimming your cheek.

If this is what he’s learned at Paradise, you need to find out who taught him and add them to your holiday card list, because you’re very thankful for them.

“Uh-huh,” you finally manage to croak out.

“Good. Hold on.” With that short warning, he drops to one knee. You yelp, clinging to his biceps as he lays you on your back on the floor. He sits back for a second, between your spread legs, and sways, hips winding hypnotically, and you’re thinking about yanking him in for a kiss when he suddenly drops onto his stomach, sliding his arms under your thighs, and buries his face in your clothed cunt.

“Jungkook!” you squeal, slapping both hands over your mouth in shock. Vigorously, he shakes his head back and forth, pantomiming as if he’s eating you out like a wild beast, and you start to giggle uncontrollably. “Oh my god!”

His smile is pure sin as he looks up at you. Rising back onto his knees, he grasps your thighs again and yanks you towards him, so your ass rests against his crotch. He thrusts along to the beat, sweat beginning to bead on his torso, crawling down his toned chest, and you have to look away or you’ll completely combust. You absolutely understand Jennie’s reaction at Paradise now, the way she kept hiding her face. He’s too much.

“You’re missing the show,” his voice calls out to you as his hands squeeze your thighs playfully, and you just shake your head, pressing your palms over your eyes. But rather than cajole you in his sultry voice, he giggles, high and sweet, and when you look back at him, a soft bunny smile greets you.

How the fuck does he do that so seamlessly? Just flips a switch?

“Too much?” he asks, reaching over to turn the music down.

“I just… how do your patrons survive you?” you ask as he settles himself beside you on the floor. He cracks up, rolling onto his back, panting slightly from his dancing. “I’m serious! There has to have been at least one instance of a lap dance ending in cardiac arrest, right?”

“That wasn’t even my best routine,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Jesus. Thank you for sparing me.”

“I gotta build you up to that one.” With that cocky gleam in his eye, the words are both a promise and a threat, and all you can do as you continue to reel in your overcome state is huff a worried sigh.

Jungkook props himself up on his elbow, inked hand trailing down your stomach, tracing light shapes there. He seems lost in thought, and you’re still recovering from your lap dance, so the two of you lie there in comfortable silence for a minute. You’re on the verge of asking him to explain his tattoos to you, observing the way the designs shift as his muscles flex when he finally speaks. ,

“But did you like it?”

“Jungkook.” The tone of your voice makes him tear his attention from the patterns he’s sketching with his hand. “Are you serious?”

He shrugs. “You seemed a little overwhelmed at the end. Just asking.”

You bite your lip. “Honestly, I am incapable of expressing how much I loved it. I might have a talent buried somewhere, but it’s not poetry.”

He grins. “Fair enough.” His fingers run down your side, stopping at your hip, gripping slightly. “I just want you to know that I had a very hard time with it.”

“Oh? Was I too heavy or–”

“No, no!” He vehemently shakes his head, doe eyes reappearing momentarily. “No, I just mean… it’s important that I stay… calm during these dances. Keep it professional.” He hovers above you, nudging your legs apart to lie between them. “But you made it very hard.” And then he rolls his hips into yours to emphasize his point.

“Oh!” you exhale harshly as you feel his hard cock rubbing against your core. His lips dip to mesh with yours. He gyrates again, and you silently congratulate yourself on choosing to go commando, because that’s one less layer between the two of you, and right now you want to feel all of him. .

His mouth travels down your neck, nipping where your shoulder meets your throat, and he whispers into the sensitive skin, “I meant what I said last night.”

You vividly recall the texts he’d sent you.

“Which part?” Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of his teeth biting into your neck. He quickly soothes the sharp sting with his tongue before doing it again, pleasure and pain alternating. You want him to mark you up everywhere.

“The part where I said I don’t think I can hold back next time we’re together.”

Oh. That part.

“So don’t,” you sigh blissfully, and then he’s kissing you soundly, the weight of him holding you down, pressing into you everywhere. Your arms snake around his neck as your legs wrap around his waist, doing your best to keep him locked against you.

He groans as you scrape your fingernails along the nape of his neck, and the sound might be even more beautiful than his singing. A rather lewd suck of his tongue makes him repeat the noise, and you were right, it’s absolutely the best sound you’ve ever heard, and all you want is to make him do it again.

Unwinding yourself from around him, you gently push him away, and he whimpers pitifully, and if he keeps up these delicious vocalizations you’re going to explode, each one stoking your arousal further. Focusing, you start to twist, and he takes the hint and rolls onto his back, taking you with him.

Now that you’re on top, you can set the pace, so you slowly grind down onto his stiff length, earning you a drawn-out whine. It’s delicious. He bucks up into you suddenly, and you’re the one mewling now, helplessly, as his fingers dig into your sides, holding you in place, making sure you feel all of him. Every drag of your sodden folds over him just makes you wetter. You so badly want to ride him, just pull his cock out of the tent it’s currently poking, and sink down on him until your eyes roll back in your head.

Instead, you slide off of him. He begins to protest, so you silence him with a kiss as you play with the waistband of his sweats.

“Jungkook.”

“Yes?” he replies, nibbling on your lower lip.

“I wanna touch you.”

‘’M all yours,” he murmurs huskily, face tilting as he chases your mouth, like he can’t bear to part from you for a second, and you pause for a moment, breathing heavily, feeling that strong want again, before you slip your fingers under his pants and around him.

“Ahh!” he keens as you rest on your knees. He’s so velvety in your hand, one large vein running along the bottom of his firm cock, and you trace it up to the tip before removing your hand.

As Jungkook gazes at you in question, you bring your palm to your mouth and lick it.

“Fuck!” he grunts as your now-slick hand returns to its work, plunging back beneath his clothes. A few quick strokes have him sighing. He can’t take his eyes off of you, watching intently as you free him from his joggers. You run your thumb over the slit in the head, which is darkened with excitement. He clearly wants you as much as you want him.

Emboldened by this confirmation, you lower your head and flick your tongue over his tip before taking it between your lips.

“Nghhh,” he groans, reflexively bucking upwards, seeking more of your wet mouth. You inch closer, bending down to take more of him in, one hand still pumping the length not inside your mouth while the other grips his thigh. “Feels so good.”

He’s salty, a mix of sweat and precum rolling around your tongue. You hollow your cheeks, and the needy noises he made earlier are nothing compared to the cry you rip from his throat as you swallow around him.

The sound shoots straight to your core, and you squirm a little, clit thrumming impatiently. A few seconds of that, and a hand suddenly finds its way between your legs, a pair of knowing fingers rubbing along your clothed slit, seeking and finding the desperate nub.

“Is that better?” he rasps, and you can’t really nod at the moment, swirling your tongue around him, but you squeeze his thigh and rock back on his hand and he seems to get the message.

God, his fingers are every bit as educated as his hips, something you vividly recall from being pressed against a door once. You keen as he applies just enough pressure right where you need it, and he mindlessly thrusts as your moan vibrates down his cock, making you gag a little.

“Fuck, I’m sorry!” he immediately apologizes, but you wave your free hand, letting him know you’re fine, snapping your hips to keep him from withdrawing his magical fingers and ceasing their ministrations. His rigid dick is making your jaw stretch as you begin to bob faster, and Jungkook tugs on your thigh as he lets out an aching “Ahh!”

“Mmph!” you grunt, refusing to stop despite the way he’s pulling on your leg. “Hmmm?”

“You’re so wet. I felt it.” He’s got both hands reaching out for you now, grabby, eager. “Come here and sit on my face.”

You’d choke at his words if you weren’t already choking on his dick. Instead, you moan loudly, feeling your cunt clench around nothing. This in turn makes Jungkook moan, and you swear you’re harmonizing as he jerks beneath you.

Popping off him for a moment, you shake your head. “I’m trying to do something nice for you!”

“Which is why you should sit on my face!”

There’s no way you’re surviving him.

“Please,” he whines, “I want to taste you, jagiya.”

Even in your lustful haze, the affectionate name rings in your ears, distinct, a crystal-clear note.

You want.

Leaning back, you shuck his old sweats, which he’s managed to half pull off your ass anyway. He gestures impatiently to you, and you shoot him a wicked grin of your own.

“Patience,” you practically sing, and he responds with a frustrated pout. You take your time stripping off your shirt, then your bra, smugly enjoying the way he stares at you with open desire, before crawling across the floor to kneel over his face. “Weren’t you the one telling me about the importance of anticipat-ohhhh!”

Your words turn into a wail as Jungkook pulls you down onto his waiting mouth. For a moment, you close your eyes, shutting everything out except him, and the sensation of his lips kissing you so sweetly before his tongue licks up your slit and swirls around your aching clit.

Then you lean forward, pressing your chest into his taut stomach as you take his cock in your mouth again.

“Nnngh,” Jungkook moans again, the sound nearly lost inside you as he plunges his tongue between your soaking lips. You join him, humming around his dick. His arms hook around your thighs, hands gripping your ass, fingers digging in.

It isn’t long before you’re writhing in his grasp. You squirm against him, riding his luscious mouth. A steady whine sounds from his throat as he laps away, a needy noise that compels you to pump him faster with your hand as you bob on his head.

Jungkook latches on to your clit, sucking the sensitive nub, and the tension in your belly that’s been steadily rising suddenly snaps, surprising you with its quickness, and you drop your head into his thigh, fingers still curled around his dick as you come apart.

“Holy shit, oh fuck, Jungkook, oh fuck!” you babble as Jungkook laves your release up like the sweetest honey. “Oh, that’s so good!”

“Mmmph! Mmmph!” His muffled cries take on an urgent tone. His pelvis starts to lift off the floor as he ruts up into your hand, and you lift your head enough to take the tip between your lips just in time for him to spurt hot into your mouth. You instinctively swallow, earning the filthiest moan you’ve ever heard, just pouring unbridled out of his chest as he continues to twitch on your tongue.

Eventually, he stops, and you rest your head on his thick leg again. Jungkook releases his grip on your ass, tilting his head to the side as he pants. “Goddamn.”

“Mmmhmm,” you concur, sighing deeply, still lying on top of him. That orgasm was so intense, you feel like your bones have melted. You couldn’t move if you wanted to.

“Are you… literally falling asleep on me?”

Your eyes flutter open. “No, I’m just resting. Just for a minute.”

Unfortunately, Jungkook still has his strength, and he starts to shimmy out from underneath you.

“Nooo, don’t move!” you plead, but he merely laughs, a warm chuckle that makes you smile despite your exasperation. Then he scoops you into his arms bridal-style, the same way he carried you the other day when you cut your foot.

You slide your hands around his neck and nestle into his shoulder, eyes slipping shut in contentment as you wait for him to set you on the couch. But he keeps walking and walking, and then there’s something soft and plush underneath you, and you open your eyes to see that he’s laid you down on his bed.

The mattress shifts as he joins you, covering you both with his comforter, one arm pulling your back against his chest. His chin rests on your shoulder. He’s a spooner. This pleases you immensely.

But you weren’t planning on spending the night.

“Jungkook,” you murmur, struggling to keep your eyes open. “I should probably go.”

“You don’t have to.” His palm splays on your belly, rubbing circles into your skin. It’s so soothing, and not at all helping you fight off the sleep that is threatening to overtake you.

You don’t usually pass out like this after an orgasm, but that plus the exhilaration of your date and anxiousness you’d felt all day leading up to it combine to form the perfect storm of exhaustion. And it hits you hard.

“I just… I have plans tomorrow, with the girls. Should really… get some sleep.” Your eyelids are made of lead. He’s so warm on your back, his arm over your waist a comforting weight.

“You can sleep here. If you want. Or go, if you’d like. Whatever you want, jagiya.”

That name again. A gentle joy swells through you. You feel yourself starting to slip under.

Jungkook buries his face in your shoulder blades. “I wouldn’t mind if you stayed,” you hear him confess.

“Okay, Kookie,” you reply, yawning as you mumble. His breath hitches for a second, maybe from the way you drowsily said his name. You’re too far gone to ask if it’s okay. “Then I’ll… I’ll just….”

Sleep steals over you.

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