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Blackjack (Master List)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jungkook

Rating: 18 + (explicit sex, violence)

Genre: Mafia!AU

Status: Complete

Description:  Bangtan is one of the most vicious mafias on the west coast. Only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed only as ‘the shadow.’ When you become indebted to the worst of the worst – how, exactly can you find a way out?

[ cross-posted to Wattpad here ]

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Lust & Errors 01 (AU) | Jungkook x You

Rated: M

Warning: Dom themes, very light dubcon and inappropriate step sibling stuff. Be warned.

Summary: Step brother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.

Note: No words other than can y’all tell how fucked up I am by now? =D  Anyways, this is going to be a little mini series. :) It was originally supposed to be just a oneshot, but I thought of a cool story, so yeah. I’m tired so I’m not editing tonight lol.

Words: 4,393+

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It was wrong, you knew it. He knew it. But you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. It was like an addiction - each of you the other one’s drug. The situation itself wasn’t right, but it also wasn’t fair either. You and Jungkook had been hooking up before your father and his mother decided to get together. It wasn’t that big of a deal until they made the decision to tie the knot and ultimately labeling you and your fuck buddy as future siblings.

However, the engagement didn’t stop your encounters, nor did the actual marriage which officiated the fact you were supposedly ‘brother and sister’ now. You fucked every chance you got. After school when your parents were still at work, in his car when you two would drive to some abandoned parking lot with the notion of 'going to bond’ - but your encounters usually ensued in the middle of night while your parents slept, peacefully oblivious to the sins happening under their very roof.

You would tiptoe silently through the house until you made it to Jungkook’s room. You wouldn’t knock, you would simply open the door as quietly as you could so you wouldn’t wake your sleeping parents. He’d be waiting for you in the nothing but his boxers and you’d greet him with nothing on but your panties and one of his white t-shirts that swallowed your small frame. When your parents asked what you were doing with your brother’s shirt on in the many mornings they found you wearing it, you’d innocently say that it was cozy and they wouldn’t press you any further about it.

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Fall For You (M) | 01

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Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him. Word Count: 10,764 Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, hate to lust to… A/N: Completely inspired by this vine that I saw months ago that hasn’t left me alone since. Bonus points to those who notice the line of the song in the fic. Extra bonus points to those who recognize the Hamilton reference

Part 02. Part 03 + Drabbles

If you were being completely honest, your issue with Jeon Jungkook began years before university.

You’d grown up close to each other, his house was right across from yours but you’d hated him from the moment you met in primary school. He’d joined you and your friends in a game of truth or dare during recess, and his dare for you had been to race him from one end of the playground to the other. You had tripped, cutting your knees open but he’d continued running, winning before realizing you weren’t behind him anymore. Only by that time, the teacher had gotten to you and you’d spent the rest of primary school glaring at Jungkook whenever he was in your sights, childishly blaming him for your scars.

Of course, you didn’t hold that grudge still. Your first year of university had just started, and it would be petty and pathetic of you to still hate him for that reason. But Jungkook had given you several more reasons to hate him throughout your years of schooling.

You’d watched throughout middle and high school as Jungkook grew from a cheeky, cocky kid, into an even cockier young man. He’d never cared much for his grades, choosing instead to throw parties with his friends, to ditch class occasionally, and rile up any girls he chose. You stayed away from him, attending different parties and sticking with your small group of friends, and by the second year of high school Jungkook became one of the most well known players of the town.

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MESSAGE DELIVERED | pt.1

→ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / Namjoon x Reader → Genre: fluff, smut, angst, humor → Words: 2,517 → Rated: NC-17 → Warnings: alcohol, language

→ Summary: A text message sent to the wrong number turns into a long lasting affair between two people completely opposite one another. 

→ Note: This is an old thing and actually the first thing I wrote after the accident, and I decided to post it again because I kind of hold it close to my heart ? It’s not all going to be texts between the characters, but quite a lot of backstory and stuff the more we get into it. It’ll be told from both Y/N’s POV and Jungkook’s. Please enjoy! :)

Parts: 01 : interim : 02 : 03 : coming soon

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The first time you receive one it’s in the middle of the night.

At first you simply stir in your sleep, turning around as if that will somehow stop the annoying buzzing resounding from under your pillow. When it doesn’t, you grab the cursed device and flip it over in your hands, wondering whom of your stupid friends decided to be an excruciating pain in the ass this late.

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BUSINESS

Discussing business over drinks turns into a night you won’t forget.

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word count: 12.7k genre: smut [sub/dom threesome; cum play]

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But you are not some ordinary woman. Rather you are forbidden fruit. Tempting, undeniably so, but he values his life too much to cross the serpent who guards the gates of your Eden.

Fal!! Are you trying to ruin me at eight in the morning?!?!?!!?!!?!?!? 

This was so hot and this concept is so perfect, and you executed it so beautifully with your poetic alliterations and syntax. It made the ending that much more impactful and intense, and you can understand why the main character keeps Jungkook feeling like he’s hanging on by a thread. 

Ah, I love this so much! And ILY!!! You and your stories will forever be stored in my heart and mind. Thank you for making my morning so much better and brighter even though it’s been a bit rainy, and I hope that I can do the same for you. I’m sending my heart to you Fal.😘💕

a line crossed.

pairing: jungkook x female reader

rating: m for mature

word count: a small 723

summary: jungkook is a dead man, of that he is certain.

a/n: an fyi for this and any subsequent drabbles that may or may not come from this concept, jungkook is the chief guard of the (mafia) Boss’ only daughter and has been for quite some time now. he is the only one given access to her most personal places inside their home and is pretty much with her always.

The sound of the shower starting shouldn’t set him off the way it does but Jungkook is very nearly at his breaking point. He knows it isn’t right, thinking of you like this. He knows his heart shouldn’t race when you enter the room. But even with the threat of death looming over his head, he can’t help the way his eyes linger a bit too long. He can’t help the way they seem to skim across your skin in ways his fingers could only ever hope to.

Something inside of him aches to reach out and turn these fantasies into something real. Something tangible he can hold in his arms and taste with his tongue. He wants you far more than his stoic air of indifference is capable of conveying. The worst part is, he thinks you probably already know this. Why else would you continue to play these torturous games with him?

It’s twisted, the way you tease. It’s sick how simply you’re able to grab hold of his attention and eye fuck him into submission. If it were any other situation, if you were any other woman, he would gladly crawl on his hands and knees to worship at your feet. He wouldn’t hesitate to strip you of the silk that barely clings to you now and let you use him as you see fit.

But you are not some ordinary woman. Rather you are forbidden fruit. Tempting, undeniably so, but he values his life too much to cross the serpent who guards the gates of your Eden. He is not foolish enough to step one toe out of line when a simple taste alone would bring about his inevitable destruction.

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true care |masterlist

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→ pairing: bodyguard!Jungkook x female reader

→ genre: fake dating au, fluff/romance, angst, smut

•  summary: your (endearingly) shy bodyguard—hired by your father—would do anything for you. even though you roll your eyes at his persistence and pretend there’s no need for him to follow you to every and any place you go, there might be many more hazards in your life than you let on. and you might end up needing him in more ways than you—or your father—would ever think.

! warnings: mentions of toxic past relationship throughout the series

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↠ chapter 1: grumpy beginnings

↠ chapter 2: don’t question it, just roll with it

↠ chapter 3: and when the night fell, our secrets spilled

↠ chapter 4: pass me the glue so i don’t bleed

↠ chapter 5: for a moment i forgot gravity

↠ chapter 6: does it look like i know what i’m doing?

↠ chapter 7: behold! chaos

But Jungkook does know one thing – Taehyung's tongue may be tangled with yours, but he is nothing but a pawn. You're the queen after all. 

Fal!! Oh my god! This was such a nice present to wake up to. 

Even though this is a drabble series, it’s incredible how much you can pack in here. It’s amazing to be immersed in this world for only a little bit, but feel completely engulfed in the imagery and emotions that the main characters fall victim to, especially Jungkook. 

Because Jungkook doesn't get to feel this way. He doesn't get to let his lust take over logic. It is his life after all, his fucking life on the line. So why does the aching refuse to dissipate? Does his cock not understand the direness of the situation?

This section was so beautiful, but I also chuckled a little bit at the last sentence. It’s a moment when you see that he’s thinking with his head down there rather than the one up here, and you know that he’s going to continue this push and pull relationship between his mind and his heart (or the woman that he has feelings for). And then you see this the line at the end: 

Just this once, he lies to himself. He needs you just this once.

The theme and the repetition are carried over from the last drabble, and I love that it is because you know that no matter if he tries to convince himself otherwise, he will always lose himself to her. I honestly don’t know of the repetition is purposeful or coincidental, but I can see how this can turn darker and ominous than it is later on in succeeding drabbles. 

However, I one thing that I do know is that while reading this, I saw a lot of black and blue, some red with a hint of gold, and I realized that with everything you write, there’s always a darkness that's embedded within each story. The purpose and the symbolism isn’t always the same, and sometimes it can’t be found so easily, but it’s there. Almost like Yin-Yang. (I actually wrote this note around 4 am when I woke up randomly and read this before rolling over and falling back asleep, but I think sleepy Kharli was onto something here…)

Anyways, I’m not all that familiar with color theory and symbolism, so I’m not going to try and dissect what past Kharli was thinking, but thank you for spurring on those thoughts. It was nice to see where I was coming from and try to expand upon it because there’s just so many priceless and beautiful details that occur within each and every one of your works it’s astonishing.

Thank you so so so so sooo much Fal! I adore you so much! Thank you for everything that you’ve done, and thank you for making me happy. My heart is yours!😚💕

a table turned.

pairing: jungkook x female reader

rating: m for mature

word count: a small 713

summary: jungkook is a dead man, of that he is certain.

a/n: a follow up to a line crossed - also thank you to the best gorls @jamaiskook​ @kigurumu​ and @mygsii​ for reading this at 3 am for me, ily.

Petulant. It’s all Jungkook can think when he looks at you now. You are petulant little brat who lives to make him miserable. Often he wonders what he’s done to deserve such cruelty. Often he wonders if you realize that you’re playing with his fucking life each and every time you act out this way.

First it was the shower, now it’s the blatant disregard for your father’s rules: no Capos in your bed. And while you haven’t exactly crossed the line quite yet, you’re teetering right on the fucking edge.

It’s all for show, he knows. It’s all just another one of your little games. The ones designed to get him hard, knowing full well there’s not a damn thing he can do about it. It’s just another way to punish him for reasons he’s yet to understand.

But Jungkook does know one thing – Taehyung’s tongue may be tangled with yours, but he is nothing but a pawn. You’re the queen after all. You can do whatever the fuck you want, move in any which-way you so please. Because he, the tortured knight, will always be ready to jump before you take it too far. He’ll always swoop in before you put yourself in any real danger.

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As you sigh and settle into his embrace, you realize he feels like a new man. 

There is a quiet kind of confidence to him that you hadn’t noticed before. An ability to sit still and silently and find comfort in that. 

God, it’s sexy. 

I shouldn’t be reading this...No, I most definitely shouldn’t be reading this right now, but I peeped into the discord chat and saw the header for chapter 3, and that’s what sparked this. YOU are what sparked this, Willow.

First of all, you are a menace in the most favorable ways. The way you are able to just hook our attention from the beginning and keep the momentum, building it throughout, and even when the story is finished (not just for this one, but for all of them), you make people yearn for more. You and your writing are like a siren because you will most definitely be the end of me by the time I get finished reading this series.

Also, may I say that the depiction of the cabin seems so damn nice. 

The room is surrounded on two sides by entirely glass walls. The light that spills from the lamps that have already been lit makes it so beyond the walls, everything looks pitch black. Lush, fluffy carpets are scattered around the room, and in the corner is a small personal library, a little couch, and an armchair. And in the very center of the room is what you can only imagine to be an indoor fire pit. 

Like screw them, both literally and figuratively, but I wanna live there!!!! What the hell??!?! (Also, side note, the things that you could do in that glass hallway….😗)

Also, I love Hoseok’s playful sexiness. He’s cocky, entertaining, and dynamic, and it’s beyond charming and I love his character so much already. 

And *bangs fist on table* Willow, why’d you have to make Jungkook so, so sexy? Hmm?? That entire kitchen scene had me reeling. With a capital REELING. I was so breathless by the time I was done, and then I had to go get dinner as if all of that did not just happen. As if you didn’t make me go “Oh…” by the end of it all. As if you didn’t know how much your writing affects me, and yet, you do something like this.

Okay, now that I’ve calmed down a little...Um...I’m not sure if you’ll see me later tonight, tomorrow, next week, or during my break that’s coming up, but you’ll most definitely be met with a reaction of me screaming to the heavens because of you. 

Thank you so so so so sooooo much Willow for this. ILY! I’m really excited to see where this goes and I can’t wait to see how this all turns out. I hope that you’re doing well. I’m sending you lots of love.💕

sh. | jjk | chapter one

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader ft. OT7

RATING: Explicit.

GENRE: NonIdol!Au. Wilderness!Au. f2l. Smut. Fluff.

WC: 6k

SUMMARY: How could you say no to a month away in the mountains with your friends after six months of grueling quarantine?

WARNINGS: YN is a cuddling fiend. Untimely boner. Handjob. Nipple play. Fingering. Unprotected sex. Size kink. Slight voyeurism. Power play. Dirty talk.

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“Maybe when he’s done with you, I can take a turn.”

Ring-a-ding-dong! I’m back because apparently, my patience is wearing thin and the only thing I know is instant gratification.

This was nothing less than amazing, Willow. The smut had my insides stirring and to be honest, I am speechless. It’s amazing how well you were able to flawlessly transition between difference moments and emotions. The way how you took Jimin’s entrance into the main character and Jungkook’s escapades and weaved their wants and desires together into something that felt so filling and intense. It was overwhelming, in the best way of course, how well you are able to make things flow so seamlessly. Even more so when you realize that there’s going to be more of that in the next chapter and those to come. 

I can’t wait to read the next part and see how that turns out. You never fail to amaze me. Thank you so much for sharing this amazing piece of work. ILY!!! Sending you all of my love.💕

SH. | ot7 | chapter two

PAIRING: ot7 x reader

RATING: Explicit.

GENRE: NonIdol!Au. Wilderness!Au. Roommates!au. f2l. Smut. Fluff.

WC: 7.6k

SUMMARY: Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to reunite with your friends in a mysterious house in the mountains, how could you even think of saying no?  

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex. Sexual tension. Voyeurism. Group sex. Slight mxm. Breast play. Power play. Dirty talk. Slight degradation kink. Edging. Orgasm denial. Bondage. Light sub/dom themes. Teasing. Discussion of sex. Discussions of sub/dom roles. Sex dreams. Pining. Praise kink. 

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He looks like original sin, a deadly mix of relaxation and that sharp gaze, devouring every single detail of the scene before him. And yet, despite the mask of control, you watch as each beautiful sound out of Jungkook’s mouth shoots straight through him. 

I know that I keep saying this, and you probably already know what I’m going to say, but I’m still going to say it: You and the way you do intros and lead-ins into each and every one of your chapters is phenomenal. It felt like the beginning of a movie was being played out and I could envision everything so vividly. So dowsed in intensity and heated moments. How are you able to make something so erotic and lewd so artistic and poetic. It felt like there were stars beneath my eyelids as I imagined it, everything so dreamy and enticing. But yet, the things that they were saying, the things that they were doing, were so carnal and sensual. 

It was beautiful.

And, this is small but, yay for aftercare and peeing after sex! I don’t know why, but just reading that part made me happy as I was reading it. 

One thing I love within each part so far is that embedded along with the smut are really cute and wholesome moments. That even though characters have begun to establish sexual relationships with each other, there are just scenes where it’s just them being them and expressing the love that they’ve shown pre-cabin escapades. Another things that I’ve noticed along with that is the constrast in relationships between the main character, Jimin and Jungkook, and the one that the main character has formed with Hoseok. It feels deeper when it comes to Hoseok, more “grounding”  and soulful like you said. It makes me wonder if they’ve been harboring feelings for each other for a while…

Anyways, thank you Willow a million, bazillion times. I’m really loving this series so far, and sorry if I’ve been clogging your notifications. I hope that you’ve been well! As always, my heart is yours and I’m sending you my love.💕

SH. | ot7 | chapter three

PAIRING ot7 x reader

RATING Explicit.

GENRE smut. fluff. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers.

SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no?

WC 8.3k

TAGS: group sex. oral sex. Bondage and restraint. edging. orgasm control. praise kink. dom/sub play. voyeurism. exhibitionism. cum play. it’s messy. aftercare. Fingering. dom/sub roles outside the bedroom.

AN A week early! I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It was a real treat to write. Thank you so so so much to the incredible @thatlongspringnight​ and @hesperantha​ who not only beta read for this chapter, but who are my go-tos for planning out this monster of a series. I don’t think I would feel as confident or excited about these characters without them. They are truly angels on earth. Don’t hesitate to show them some love. 

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[This story is slowly becoming my comfort read🥺]

Yami, this part was so delightfully cute. I was actually a little scared that Jungkook wouldn't be paired with the main character, but a part of me feels like I should have known better. And I liked how it's just them two together because there’s so much opportunity for wonderful interactions that just make me want to squeal. Jungkook and the Keroppi frog made my heart soft. I actually didn’t realize what that was until I looked it up and now I can’t get it out of my head (and the fact that he manspreads….AND the chest tattoo. Goodness😭) 

I can’t wait to see how their relationship unfolds later on. This story is so good! Thank you for all of your amazing works, Yami. Sending you my heart 💕

ZOOM CALL

M E E T I N G ; T W O

SERIES MASTERLIST summary: Most notably, there’s one group project waiting for you, which leads you to Friday. Sitting at your desk, bright and early, absolutely dreading being assigned to your group. warnings: ITS A SLOW BURN OKAY…., sweetheart jk, campus crush jk, college crushes, social distancing, zoom -_-, jk owns a keroppi plush, oc thirsts over his hot bod, jk’s sweet attempts at flirting </3 he’s just 2 cute for his own good ratings: e for everyone <3 wc: 3.7k

notes: this took long bc i wrote one version but it was SO LAME u guys r lucky my friend and editor ( @kigurumu​ 🖤 ) stopped me from posting it. so then i had to reorganize my thoughts n b like girl. the ppl are waiting. get it together. anyway here’s zoom jk 😎

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He hopes he isn’t the only one this high above the clouds. He wants you there with him, floating without a care.

I actually ended up waking up in the middle of the night and reading this at like 4am. My brain just felt a shift in the force (or however the Star wars saying goes. My friend would literally be on my ass if he saw this), but honestly, I feel as if it's always been that way whenever you upload fics in the middle of the night and I think it's kinda cool.

Even though this is only the first part, there's sooo much potential to see where this goes. At the end of it, I was already creating a mind map of what I think may happen and I'm 110% sure that it's wrong, but I'm so excited to read and experience the journey you created for these characters. The way you write is so beautifully realistic and raw, and I feel a bit vulnerable whenever I read any work of yours, which isn't a bad thing at all. It's just your diction, the way it breaches beyond my surface level thinking and experiences of certain emotions, and the way you perfectly place every word and every sentence in your art that makes everything feel whole and beautiful in whatever way is true to the story. So thank you!! I’ve always enjoyed reading things by you because of this.

I can't wait to see what happens next, Fal! Sending you lots of love!! 🥰💕🏒

Face-Off (Chapter One)

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader x Namjoon

Summary: a collection of drabbles. a complicated situation is exacerbated when the team’s newest transfer comes to town.

Word Count: 1,744

Genre/AU/Warnings: angst. smut. fluff. college au. hockey players. love triangle. established relationship (?) unconventional relationship. jealousy & pining. lots of hook ups. tbh one or both love interests might hook up with other characters that aren’t the reader and if you don’t like that, don’t read. no infidelity but the relationship dynamics are complicated. lots of insecurities and clashing male egos. sex is at times weaponized/used as retaliation for hurt feelings. there are nice things too I promise.

A/N: a special thanks to @hobi-gif​ for beta-ing for me. everyone say THANK YOU HOPE 😘

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Jungkook appreciates all the things that had to go right, to get you here. In his bed. First, there was the transfer he was all too apprehensive about. It’s not that he didn’t like his last university, but he’d outgrown the small town, his underperforming team and if he was going to be taken seriously as a hockey player, this move was a necessary one. Still, change can be a scary thing and as it stood, Jungkook had it pretty good at his last school.

Second, there was the fortuitous opportunity to move into an apartment with one of his new teammates. He had practically jumped at the chance to move on from dorm living, eager for the privacy of his own bedroom. Not to mention, said teammate being in classes for another few hours. This left Jungkook with ample time to get up to no good in their empty apartment.

And last, but certainly not least, there was the empty seat in class last week. The empty seat next to you and that killer fucking smile of yours. Jungkook was a little startled by the fact there hadn’t been a pile up of people eager to get next to you but their loss was only his gain. Jungkook’s never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

He counts his lucky fucking stars as he staves off what is bound to be the best orgasm he’s had in recent memory. Really, he hadn’t meant for this to happen. Not yet, anyway. Truly he’d only asked you to come over to watch this movie for your film class to get to know you a little better. If he was lucky he’d end the night with your number. A kiss maybe, if he was really shooting for the stars. But the situation that’s quite literally landed in his lap is far beyond any expectation he could have cooked up in his fucked out brain.

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It’d be impossible to miss how you seem to transform right before his very eyes, crystallising into something hard, beautiful, untouchable.  Nothing like who you’d been, with a heavy tongue and bedroom eyes.  

Hi Erin! It’s me again,

I know that you said that this story was much different from what you’ve posted previously, but to be completely honest, I love the direction you took with this! From the introduction of the main characters, to the slow burn of their back and forth flirty banter, all the way the climax of it all, I was completely and utterly submerged within this piece. You had me on my toes until the very end, and even after the end had come, I was, and still am, wondering: “what’s going to happen next?”

The small details and prose that you put in here, like: “The answer to his question comes in the form of fingers slinking around the cold of his glass, beads of condensation dancing across digits.” and “A fissure runs through his foundation, thrown into stark relief when your palm slides from his hair and over his neck, following a path Jungkook’s far too preoccupied by.” were so wonderfully construed. Just by these two quotes alone, you can already feel the darkened tone that centers around this story, but you make it so beautifully brilliant.  

When it got near the end of this first part, there was a part of me that knew that something was..off. I don't know if it was the smooth but blatant confidence that the main character had from the beginning which made it feel as though she had already trapped Jungkook before they even began talking, or whether it could have been a deep gut feeling. Whatever the case, it was still jarring once revelation because it was there and in front of my eyes. Even after I scrolled back up and reread the synopsis, I was shocked to realize that you posted the twist so obviously and out in the open, I still blindly missed it lmao!! 

But still, this was such a great read and I’m looking forward to the next part! I’m also curious to see if Namjoon and Yoongi will play a role later since Jungkook holds such high respect for them (but Namjoon mostly). Thank you so much again Erin for this!! I’m sending you my love💕

( TRUE CRIME, pt. i. )

“Watch your mouth,”  he snaps, tempted to force you back on your knees like he had moments earlier.  Whether for the right reasons, he can’t quite say, but it feels more like hatred than hunger fueling his actions now.  A desire to put you in your place - assert the dominance that comes with being on opposite sides of the same battle.  “You’re a long way from home.  Don’t act like you have any power here.”

(or:  Jeon Jungkook meets his match.)  

pairing.  gangster!jjk x rival f!reader.  genre + rating.  explicit smut.  tags.  enemies to enemies lovers, forbidden romance, jk is an asshole, pining, inappropriate language, one (1) punch is thrown, smut in the form of:  oral (m receiving), dirty talk, jk’s imagination.  wc.  11.2k.  beta reader.  @hobi-gif​​, as per usual.

a/n.  this is the first half of @lcksndkys’ commission. 💖 i originally planned to do a single oneshot but decided to break this into two parts.  the second half will be posted sometime this month.  as always, i hope you enjoy this.  it’s super different from what i normally write so all feedback is appreciated.  tysm for reading!  ps.  please picture 190811 jk. 🥴

Jeon Jungkook is many things:  quick to anger, bratty when he’s told he’s wrong (and yet somehow infinitely more troublesome when he’s right), addicted to the sting of a tattoo gun over his skin.  Easily bored is another, something that would be better off stamped across his forehead with how often it rings true.

It’s why he’s here now, seated at the end of the bar with a newspaper laid out before him.  He’s not terribly fond of crosswords - there are about a hundred other things he’d say were more fun - but it keeps his hands and mind occupied, blue ballpoint pen scribbling in the margins as he works through the next clue.

“Element extracted from kelp?”  The brunet asks no one in particular and definitely not the two behind the bar.  Attractive as they are, they’d been hired to bring in cash from overeager patrons, not to use their brain cells.  “Fuck is that?”  A sideways glance is thrown to the woman standing not two metres from him, leaned against the bar while she waits for her drink.  You.  “D'you know the answer?”

When you turn - focus the full of your attention on him - he swears there’s a fissure from his toes straight to the top of his head;  a livewire crackles through each vertebrae, ignites every nerve ending when your stare slides across his face and continues, traipsing from his crown of dark hair to the chain that dangles around his throat. 

You’re shameless, a quiet confidence carrying your gaze further.  It’s too calculating to be polite, too pointed to be casual.  

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“Seriously, dude it is not fucking worth it. I don’t care how good the sex was. Trust me when I tell you to leave that alone.”

Okay so this was just a thought that I had before I went to bed because I knew that I would probably miss the release of the second part of this series, but there's a trailer of a Masterclass with Margaret Atwood that I watched about a year ago and within the first ten seconds, she switches the beginning of the classic tale of Little Red Riding Hood by starting off with, "It was dark inside of the wolf". When I first listened to this, I immediately got chills because who would've ever thought to think of something darker than what was already told by this story? Who would've ever thought to already take such a classic tale and change only the most minuscule of words to make it that much different yet so much more sinister? And I think that brings me to what I'm trying to say here. There are so many stories about friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, ones about sports, ones using particular universes. And I think it's the fact that no matter how similar each one may seem from the outside, it's the writer that makes each story told within unique and special. There will be no other story like Little Red Riding Hood or the Great Gatsby or Moby Dick, Frankenstein, etc., just like how there will be no other story like this one. And I know that we spoke a little bit about this, but I hope you are proud of each part you release and that your worries are minimal. I'm so proud of you even though this is only the second part, but I'm faithfully looking forward to seeing what happens next, seeing if my mind map is somewhat correct, but most of all, coming along and enjoying the journey you have planned. 

I also just realized that I have said nothing about this part in particular, but the ending really captured my attention because it’s like, let’s say hypothetically Jungkook does come out on top, what will be the cost? His place on the team? His friendships? I’m really curious about that. I also liked how you said that the main character doesn’t need saving and that she's her own person, and I think that's something to be kept in mind throughout this entire series, so thank you Fal!! I’m sending you lots of love and I can’t wait to see what happens next.💕

Face-Off (Chapter Two)

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader x Namjoon

Summary: a collection of drabbles. a complicated situation is exacerbated when the team’s newest transfer comes to town.

Series Genre/AU/Warnings: angst. smut. fluff. college au. hockey players. love triangle. established relationship (?) unconventional relationship. jealousy & pining. lots of hook ups. tbh one or both love interests might hook up with other characters that aren’t the reader and if you don’t like that, don’t read. no infidelity but the relationship dynamics are complicated. lots of insecurities and clashing male egos. sex is at times weaponized/used as retaliation for hurt feelings. there are nice things too I promise.

Chapter Warnings: brief voyeurism, explicit sexual content, language, excessive drinking. 

A/N: collegiate hockey season doesn’t usually start until October but for the purposes of this fic, the season starts soon after the beginning of the Fall semester. Also, a duster is a player who rides the bench, a puck bunny is a a hockey groupie. 

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Tonight had been a little weird. Fun, yes, but definitely weird. Jungkook was under the impression you’d be with him tonight. He texted you earlier to confirm your attendance and when he offered to send you the address, you responded to let him know you already had it. Weird, he thought but then again you’re not the new one at this school. Maybe you’ve partied at the captain’s place before.

Then he saw you, fleetingly amidst the other partygoers. You hadn’t texted him that you’d arrived. In fact, it didn’t even really seem like you were looking for him. Weird again, but Jungkook had hope in his heart that by the end of the night, he’d have the entirety of your attention. Really, he was more than confident that you’d both end back up in his bed. So if you wanted to play cat and mouse in the meantime, he’d acquiesce.

With a smug smile on his lips, he busied himself with making conversation elsewhere. Time went on though. Time went on and soon Jungkook lost sight of your smiling face. This wasn’t part of the game he was hoping to play. He figured you would have at least acknowledged the text he shot off earlier from across the room. Surely you would have come to find him when you saw the complimentary, yet playful message. But still, there was radio silence. Weird. 

It was then, he supposed, he’d take matters into his own hands.

‘Don’t go looking for trouble’ was not what Jungkook expected to hear when inquiring about your whereabouts. And yet, like a liquored up fool, he decided that Seokjin must have been joking. From the little he knew about the Defenseman and co-host of tonight’s party, he loved messing around with the younger teammates. Jungkook, new as he may be, was no exception. So, rosy cheeked and more than a little tipsy, he laughed it off as a jestful jab and made the trek through the apartment to find you. And find you, he did.

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⟪“But when was the last time the world opened up to you?” ⟫

Returning to this series has been a breath of fresh air that I didn’t know I needed. The ability to jump back into the story and, if only for a few moments, be present with the characters and allow outside occurrences to fade is a cathartic feeling that only a few people are able to create, and you, my love, do that so well.

The events of the last chapter filter into this part, and having the small anecdote to fall back to felt incredibly warming. Warm because we as readers are now seeing how the inkling of opportunity is affecting everyone around them. Warm because the feelings of how to continue forth in this sexploration are coming to the forefront. Warm because those feelings and emotions are uncharted and mysterious, but the term for what they are experiencing is at the tip of their tongue. It’s their turn now, however, if they want to bite it, or maybe, just maybe, see what would happen if they free it for a few moments.

We definitely see this with the main character as she comes to terms with what a relationship, or more specifically, what those exact feelings mean for her as they stir in her chest. I love how you portrayed the instinctive and impulsive thoughts that came across the reader’s mind once the subject of a relationship came forth. It’s something that I, too, have experienced in my life, and it brings the question of where it stems from. The fear of falling so fast and hard that it makes you breathless and overwhelmed? The feeling of being scared of not being good enough, so you say no when you really would like to say yes? The feeling of not being worthy enough of love? Or maybe, in more simple terms, the fear of love and a relationship itself?

That is the circumstance that we encounter in this chapter and in the reader’s mind, and the fact that Jungkook was so warm and intent on not letting labels limit their lives was incredibly well-placed. Society itself can have strict norms, but one thing that’s good about it is that norms change, and so do people. And I love that Jungkook let the reader simmer in herself, in her emotions, and what she wanted at the moment rather than find a solution that would’ve felt even more staggering.

(P.S. - I saw this quote right before I began writing this review and I feel as though this encapsulates their relationship so far perfectly)

I also thought that this chapter ends in a full circle was incredibly beautiful. Where the reader was shown stumbling over her own thoughts and sentiments, we see the same for Jungkook where the words he wants to say have come to a climax, but they’re jumbled, and he doesn’t know where or how to start when first organizing them coherently.

Even though there is this brewing battle between what it means to love and be loved throughout the entirety of this series, you do such an amazing job touching upon the multiple facets and spectrums of what it means. Reading this series has been incredibly reflective of my own life, and I can’t thank you enough for being emotionally cognizant and sharing your thoughts with us.

I’m sending you all of the love that the galaxy holds, Willow, but I feel as though that’s incredibly small to what you deserve. I missed writing to you, and I hope that soon I’ll be able to share more of my thoughts with you. Thank you for being amazing and being one of the most incredible friends/ people in general on this Earth. We don’t deserve you. I don't deserve you. Sending love💕

sh. | ot7 | chapter six

PAIRING ot7 x reader

RATING Explicit.

GENRE smut. fluff. angst. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers.

SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no?

WC 3.8k

WARNINGS AND TAGS themes of exhibitionism. fingering. unprotected sex. creampie. sensitivity during sex. dirty talk.

AN: I have been stuck at this impasse of what's going to happen next for literal mONTHS and somehow in the span of one week I got the ball rolling again. Thank you to the incredible support you all have shown. I am so grateful for each of you. You bring a light to my writing.

Thanks to @lcksndkys and Calix for helping me waddle through my thoughts and to reach the finish line on this chapter. Much love to @jinpanman and @thatlongspringnight too, just for being incredible.

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Chapter Six

Present day.

“Something like this doesn’t need to be so extraneously complicated.”

Yoongi’s words spiral in your mind as Taehyung graciously picks up your breakfast dishes from your hand and you smile absently.

The images whirl in your mind. Seven friends, fucking. Unacceptable, some snotty voice in your head chides you, a voice you quickly shove aside. After all, it’s the 21st century. Emotional intelligence on the rise. Sexual education at its height. Self control… at it’s very lowest.

Back in January you would have run screaming for the hills. And that impulse, well, it’s definitely still there. But all there is to do is recognize it, take a deep breath, and instead of letting the panic take over, try to act from the place in your chest that feels safe and secure. The place in your chest that wants this.

The place that wants this: Your friends. Fucking. But a fluttering in your chest reminds you: it’s not just the sex. Well, it is. Undeniably so. But it’s also something more — you trip over the unspoken words in your mind — it's something about wanting them all closer. What is the word?

“You and Jungkook are on kitchen duty this morning,” Taehyung says as he fills up one of the huge kitchen sinks with warm soapy water, and you snap out of the forest of your thoughts.

You scoff. “I was on kitchen duty like, two days ago!”

“You might be surprised to know that two days later, it is again your turn.”

You huff. “Fine.” Dish duty was always your least favorite of all housework. But the reason things worked so smoothly around here in the first place was that you had all sorted out responsibilities, roles, and communication. The only way it worked was by sticking to that. With a grimace, you roll up your sleeves and prepare to dive into the soapy lukewarm water.

“I can do that,” Jungkook says from behind you, and before you can respond, he gently hip checks you to the side and snatches the sudsy sponge away.

“You sure?”

“I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it.” He nods at the drying rack. “You can dry. I know you like it better anyway.”

This morning’s feast has produced an abundance of dishes - but even with that, you’re sure that Jimin and Jin used every single bowl in the very large kitchen to measure out each ingredient individually. It takes a bit of time before the kitchen is sparkling clean once more.

“Thanks for your help,” Jungkook smiles, some kind of shyness playing in his gaze. You stare a moment too long, trying to catch the elusive thought dancing behind his eyes. As you’re reaching up to put a mug on a counter, he bends down to wipe a comically large sudsy bubble off of the floor and looks up and he freezes.

“You-you’re not wearing…?”

You laugh. “I’m not.” He stands slowly.

“Why—?” Curiosity sings in those doe eyes.

“Jimin asked me not to. It’s a little game we’re playing.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “You’ll do anything he says, huh.”

“Not anything,” you say, running a finger up his chest. “But a good amount of it, yes. Wouldn’t you? Didn’t you?”

Even as he speaks, his ears redden and he tugs at one, eliciting a bubbling laugh from you. “I did.” He leans close as if he’s going to tell you a secret. “And I loved it.” He grins and then pauses, taking a moment to gage your expression. Your cheeks are already warm from his prying gaze and the mention of last night’s activities. He leans in close. “You like being told what to do.”

“I do.”

His breath catches in his throat. He hesitates and you let him. Let him take his time.

“Will you let me tell you what to do?”

You love his duality. It might seem surprising or even incongruous at first, but the more you think about it, the more it makes sense. There is something about his desire to simultaneously be cared for as the object of someone else’s desire and to indulge his own drive to play the game and be the spark that ignites your falling apart, to be the thing that drives you towards the edge again and again. You nod.

“Then turn around.” His voice has dropped lower. “Before anyone catches us.”

You do as he says, turning, arching your back just enough, and presenting your ass to him. Your hands rest firm on the counter. He bends down behind you, and before you know it you’re gasping as he licks a broad stripe up your pussy.

“Are you already this wet or are you still leaking all the cum Jimin stuffed you with?” The double edged sword of his meaning strikes straight through you.

“Why don’t you find out?”

You love the boldness that rises confidently to the surface under Jungkook’s careful but greedy hand. The untethered desire that slips from your tongue like water. How, despite everything spinning in your head, your friend finds a way to dive beneath it and serve delight. Jungkook too, seems to love it, as his eyes darken and drift over your body.

“I haven’t swallowed enough of Jimin’s cum to be able to tell quite yet,” he says casually.

“We’ll have to rectify that then.”

“We will.”

Jungkook slowly works a finger into you. Then two, the long digits stretching you. You do your best to keep your sounds of pleasure to the level of a contained whisper, but you can’t help the gasp that slips from you as he presses against your g-spot and a deep ache of bliss spreads through your abdomen.

“Shit,” you hiss, clenching your teeth and letting your nails dig into your palm.

“Such a needy little brat,” Jungkook says as he begins to draw circles around your clit. “Jimin lets you orgasm once and now all of a sudden you can’t get enough.”

He adds more pressure to his movements and suddenly the biting retort that had sprung to mind dies on your tongue.

“What? Nothing to say?” You can hear the smirk in his words, even as you squeeze your eyes shut, hissing in pleasure, trying to get your footing again. “I’m starting to think you’ve had enough. How much can you take, really? I wouldn’t want to push you too far.” He pulls his fingers from you and you gasp.

“No—”

You spin around, your shirt falling back down around you again. Jungkook stands back, his eyes dark and hungry. You reach for him, grabbing his shirt to pull him against you.

You press your lips against his and he stills in surprise. His surprise stings through you like ice, slowing your motions, adding a question, a doubt, a — but then he’s kissing you back, kissing you with the fullness of resounding and final punctuation. There’s no room for question in the way his hands twine into your hair, teeth nipping, tongues wrestling. Within a minute, you’re out of breath.

“I can take you, I promise,” you murmur against his lips. “Please, Jungkook.”

“How could I deny you?” he whispers back. There’s a softness to his voice that you don’t quite recognize. A softness that leaves you thirsty for more.

He motions for you to hop up on the counter and with a skilled movement, helps you up. The bare and heated flesh of your bottom hits the cool granite, but the shock is quickly forgotten though as he slides between your legs, a large tattooed hand pressing your thighs wider for him. Bare for him.

“You really want this?”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him as tight to you as you can.

“I really want this — you.”

With a swift movement, he pulls himself from his pajama pants and slots his cock against your sopping entrance. As you wiggle against him and try to pull him into you, he raises an eyebrow.

“One of these days I’m going to make you beg for it, you know that, right?”

“Another day?” You grimace at the whine that slips into your voice, but he chuckles at it.

“I like when you’re needy.”

And then he slams into you, his cockhead spearing through your wet folds in one go.

“Ah!” Your head falls back and a cry of pleasure spills from your lips before you can bite it back.

“Feel good?” He begins thrusting in and out of you and you have to grit your teeth to answer.

“Incredible.”

He grins.

“Good.”

Your previous two encounters with Jungkook had been fast. Needy. It was a race though, the two of you sprinting neck and neck towards the same end goal: release.

But today, the race is long over and you find yourself on a different trail. One where you can simply sink into your own pleasure. You relish in the sensation of his cockhead dragging against your walls. You let your breath move quickly and heavily, brushing against his shoulder as you pant. There’s not necessarily anything particularly graceful about this fuck, but it’s easier.

Delight fogs through your body as he hits all the right spots, his hips rolling against yours. You glide your hand beneath the collar of his t-shirt, fingers splaying against his warming skin. You love the way his breath catches in his throat when you squeeze around him and before you know it, both of you are edging your orgasms.

“Just,” Jungkook breathes heavily, “Slow. For a minute. We don’t have to rush.”

“Good—” you say, a kiss fluttering against his lips. “Yes—ah—” He chuckles at your inability to pull together a sentence.

His hand comes down to grip your hip and he moves you to his will, setting a slower, deeper pace. You find his pace and push against it, against him, your breaths tangling. This close, his pelvic bone presses against your clit and you grind yourself slowly against it.

A different kind of pleasure builds in your abdomen. One stoked slowly, carefully, tenderly. It builds to a height that quickness could not reach, it teases you at the edge of its altitude.

“Jungkook—” you gasp. “So close.”

“Good. Keep going.” His grip on you loosens enough to allow you to move freely against him, but stays firm enough to feel like you are so wrapped up in him you wouldn’t know where to begin to untangle yourself.

Your orgasm washes over you with a kind of warmth that is entirely foreign to you. Your breath stills in your throat as it seizes you, freezing you in its hold. Jungkook coos at you, pretty words falling from his lips and drifting somewhere towards your subconscious as you ride it out and finally collapse into his arms, your arms pulling him into a hug as you pant against him.

“Well fuck — that was ho—”

The last syllable is choked out of him as you grind your hips against him again.

“Want you to cum,” you say, your movements sloppy but determined in your post-orgasm bliss.

“Oh?” Jungkook thrusts once into you. Still sensitive, you wince at the overwhelm. “And I thought you needed a minute to recover.”

“No—”

“No?”

“No.”

“So good for me.” You can hear the smile in his voice and the tension that you draw from him too, the way it laces through his voice with urgency. He’s barely holding himself together as you grind against him.

You can tell he’s getting close. His pace picks up, his forehead pressing in concentration, his face tightening in focused pleasure. “You know…I still haven’t cum in this pretty pussy.”

“Well, technically—” you begin to say, thinking of Jimin’s fingers last night scooping up Jungkook’s still-hot cum and filling your cunt with it. The way it had spilled down your leg as you walked back to your bedroom.

“Sh, just—”

“Yes. Do it. Cum inside me.”

That’s all he needed to hear. With a shuddering gasp, he presses himself tightly against you, a hand coming to cradle your head, the other pressing firmly against your back. He presses himself as far into you as he can possibly manage and cums, his cock twitching within you as he groans.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses, his voice graveled.

“You sound rough,” you laugh breathily, tucking a piece of long, dark hair behind his ear as he recovers. He looks up at you, those large, round eyes too pretty for the deed he just committed.

He lets loose a long, shaky breath, one that turns to a laugh as he watches the smile bloom on your face. “What the fuck did we just do?” he says.

“We just fucked in the kitchen.”

“A second time.”

“A second time indeed.”

“What, you got a kitchen kink or something?” he smiles.

“If anything it’s a communal kink. A communal kink for communal spaces.”

“Really, if anything you’ve got a bit of an exhibitionist streak. Undeniably so.”

The heat that pours into your face doesn’t make sense when paired with your unabashed attitude about the act you and Jungkook just accomplished on the kitchen counter. “Maybe,” you say, tucking your head beneath his chin, pressing your lips to the little dip beneath his adam’s apple. “And so what if I do?”

“Then I would want to take every opportunity to explore just how far that specific interest of yours is able to take you,” he says. “How far it would push you, uh, us.” You can only imagine what he’s thinking of. “You know, as this keeps—” He pauses for a moment. Searching for the word. “Moving forward.”

Forward? Something in your chest stills and freezes. Whispers, run.

Your breath, too, turns to ice in your throat. Jungkook notices the shift in your countenance and brings his hand up to your arm, kneading the flesh softly.

But you’re quick. You know what to do when this happens. Even as the song of old fear sings in your veins, you know it has very little — if anything at all — to do with the man standing in front of you, the way he makes you feel, and the things that the two of you are — deliciously — doing together. So you look at it. Look at the fear that won’t quit. Know that it’s old, a visitor from the past, and take a deep breath.

Then another.

Then you press a kiss to the hard shell of his collarbone, just as you wanted to do, feeling the warmth of his body sink through your skin into yours, warming the freezing bits into something human, something present again.

“Forward?” you manage to say, breathe in, breathe out.

“Forward, yeah,” Jungkook says, letting his short nails skate up your skin and tangle into the back of your hair, raising goosebumps to your skin. “Forward. With us. This.”

“Jungkook,” you murmur as you kiss up his neck. “I don’t know what this is.”

“Do you need to?”

The answer comes automatically. “Yes.”

“I’m not sure you do.”

“I don’t know what you mean by that.”

“Well. Then, tell me. Do you want this to stop?"

In, out. It’s easier to breathe with his hands running over your body. With his presence so close to yours, his strange, calming individuality singing even in the silence. You know this. You want this.

"...No."

"Well, that’s good to hear,” he chuckles, his hands still roving in lazy patterns over your body. “So then, whatever this is, does it need a name?"

You flounder. That's not what he's supposed to say. He’s supposed to push you. To ask more of you. Right? That’s how this kind of thing always goes. DTR: define the relationship. Give it a name. Put it in a box, like every other one of your previous relationships. Act by the script, because with each label there is a preordained script that everyone is supposed to follow. But without the name, what is left? The gap left by the question swallows you up. But it also promises something else: freedom. A loosened chain around your heart.

"What—" you shake your head. "What do you mean?"

"If you don't know what this is, that’s okay. If you don’t know exactly what you want, that's okay. You don't NEED to know what you want, especially not a month, six months, a year from now. You just need to know if you want this — me — right now."

You do want him. That’s undeniable. Looking at him, it’s almost impossible to manage all the different ways you want him. His softness, wrapped around you. His compassion, leading you forward. His unrivaled energy, like some furious and kind beast, always waiting around the corner with a new adventure. And not just all of the little pieces, but the whole too. You want Jungkook.

“I do, I do, Jungkook,” you say. And then you press in, letting yourself kiss him, a frown of confusion tugging at your lips. He can feel it. “I just… I don’t understand.”

“That’s okay,” he whispers. “I can explain what I mean. If I am what you want right now, if Jimin is what you want, hell, whoever — then take it. It’s okay for you to want like this. And when that want stops or it changes or it grows into something else, that’s okay too. Just… tell us.”

You swallow. Why is it that his kindness, his understanding feels like it’s ripping you open? It’s not as if what he’s saying is particularly new to you. It’s just that your history has held such rigidness, such control, that the airy taste of flexibility before you feels an awful lot like fear. But with Jungkook’s earnest eyes shining down on you, you know it can’t be fear. It has to be you, standing on the precipice of the unknown, knowing nothing before you but the next step: your own desire. And you’ve been doing it, letting yourself open up to it.

But when was the last time the world opened up to you too?

“What I’m saying is,” Jungkook continues, “I don’t need a name for this. I just know I like you and I really like cumming in that pretty pussy of yours and — if you’ll let me — I’d like to keep doing that.”

“Cumming in my pretty pussy?”

“Yeah. And maybe your ass sometime. Or down your throat. Or on your face. Or—”

“Okay, okay,” you laugh. “I get the picture.”

He takes a long look at you.

“What’s going through your head? You seem… concerned.”

You smile softly. “Am I that easy to read?” He nods, laughing, then lets you continue. “Well, then. I should… I should talk to Hobi. About, um,” you gesture between the two of you. “This.”

“Why?” He leans in close. “You wanna fuck him too?”

The question strikes something in your chest and you feel the blood rush to your face. For a split second, you let yourself imagine it: fucking Hoseok. How would he look, fucked-out? Would he be gentle? Intentional? Furious and fast and full of desire? But no. No, you have to stop yourself there, before thinking of these things turns to wanting them (although a small voice in the back of your mind warns you that you’re already there). Hoseok had already made his interest — or lack thereof — clear to you.

Jungkook notices your gaze shift and nudges you.

“It’s okay if you do. I guess, this is exactly what Yoongi meant when he said think about it. Right? But also—” Jungkook runs a hand through his dark hair, pressing his lips together as he thinks of the right words to say. “I know you two are close, but you don’t owe him any explanation of your sex life—” He chuckles, “Now that you have a sex life.”

You shove him lightly. “That’s not it.”

“Then what is it?”

You shake your head.

“I don’t know. It just feels… right. Like I’ve been keeping a secret from him.”

“Well, you’re not.”

“I know,” you say, even as the words feel like a lie on your tongue. “Do you know where he might be? At this pace I’ll find him by dinner time.”

“I’m pretty sure I saw him heading with Namjoon towards the library. Namjoon said he wanted to show him some new collection he discovered.”

“There’s a library?” Jungkook nods. “Of course there’s a library.”

“Not surprised you didn’t notice. You been spending too much time fucking me — or eyefucking one of our other friends. But I really shouldn’t complain about that.”

You scoff. Shove him a little. Brush your hair out of your face and stand.

“Well — thanks, dickhead.”

“You’re welcome, love bird.”

You startle a little at the softness of the nickname and look at Jungkook. His ears are reddened.

“That’s a new one. Usually it’s asshole or—”

He recovers quickly. “Well until you let me fuck your asshole or we find a strap-on for you to fuck mine, we’ll leave it at love bird.”

“Hmm. I like it,” you say, smile spreading across your features and you reach out to pinch his cheek. “I guess I’ll have to think of something sweeter for you than dickhead, huh?”

“Dickhead is fine. At least it means you’re thinking about something important.”

“Oh my god, I can’t with you!” you laugh. “Well, thanks. Really.” You reach out for him, a hand lingering perhaps a moment too long on his arm before turning towards the dark hallway where Jungkook pointed you, and you trip over nothing, giggling as you catch your step.

“You’re blind, you know!” Jungkook calls after you, laughing.

“Shut up! Stop saying that!”

Jungkook watches you as you leave. You’re always too quick to leave, aren’t you? he thinks, the taste of something like bitterness flickering in his mind. As he watches you round the corner, all he can imagine is the image of running after you, pulling you back into his arms, and fucking you silly until the sound of you screaming his name finally slips through the impossibly thick walls of the mansion.. Until everyone in the house knows exactly what you’ve been doing almost every day of the past week. Who you’ve been doing. The thought almost makes him laugh at the ridiculousness.

He shakes his head, a failed attempt to clear the build up of words, of things he’s not quite sure how to say to you, burning at the tip of his tongue. “Get your shit together, man.”

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