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project: star x

Warning! Sexual content ahead! Minors pleas dni!

pairing: jeon jungkook x fem! reader

genre: rockstar! jungkook, smut, friends to lovers kinda?? idk man

word count: 6k

warnings: jealousy, pet names, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, oral sex(f receiving), protected (rough) sex.

a/n: this was a request! hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii <3 ! haven't written a jk fic in such a long time, hope you guys would like this as much as you liked my previous one, and hopefully, the lovely person who requested this would like it too. hope i used your idea well! enjoy and as always, stay safe! xoxo

you'd be lying if you said you aren't a fan of your own friend.

you'd be lying if you said you don't know his every song word by word, if you said you don't try to go to his every concert and admire his legendary art that's expressed in flashy lights and embellished in high notes and guitar solos. you'd be lying, also, if you said that you don't have a crush on him.

and you're a good liar.

jungkook was born to be a rockstar, and most of the time, you dare think he was born to be your friend as well. only your friend, sadly. the theory that he was made for the stage was proven to you once again tonight, after he made a whole stadium scream all the words to his songs in a show that was nothing short of magical.

as you walk backstage, it's like the fiery buzz inside your body still lingers from earlier. your ears stuffed from the loud music, your throat raspy from singing, legs soft from jumping around a little too much. the adrenaline doesn't want to leave, holding on to every cell of your body like it would never depart.

it's stupid, you think. how after the years have passed, you never managed to confess to him, that you thought your little dumb crush would pass- even though it never did. you grew accustomed to every time that the butterflies in your stomach replaced the tired feeling after a concert when you went to see him backstage. tonight was no different. especially as his voice was starting to be heard from a room.

"tonight was fucking amazing, guys!" he exclaims happily just as you gaze inside the room.

"it sure was," you say excitedly, awaiting for his reaction. he turns around, his face lighting up even more when he sees you, legs already carrying him quickly towards your figure as he hugs you tightly with a wide smile on his face. "it's good to see you too!" you add out of breath as you wrap your own hands around him.

six years. that's how long you've been friends. you started out as nothing more than coworkers, back when he was at the beginning of his musical career and you were only an assistant to his old producer. things evolved fast, you had a passion for writing and producing, he was the only one interested in it, and that was one of the many things that brought the two of you together. the passion you both had for music.

you left the label just a year after you met, hand in hand, ready to take on the challenges that the industry was ready to throw at the both of you.

you wrote and wrote and wrote. jungkook sang even more. and in your little home improvised studio, you managed to write, record and produce what is remembered, even to this day, as his best album.

his career boomed after that. tv appearances, fully-booked concerts in big-ass stadiums, a lot of awards (he even took you as a date to the grammys that one time), and even movie castings. no one could get enough of him. not even you.

you both became a lot more busy after that, success was taking over your lives and so, you didn't have much time to see each other. but you still did once every couple of months at his concerts, or at your birthdays, or random dinners you would plan.

he writes his own songs now, what a pity. but he still asks your opinion for each and every one of them.

"you're here!" he says, leaning out of the hug. "you made it!"

"of course i made it!" you answer with equal excitement that you find in his tone while looking into his eyes.

"oh, don't you dare say that," the man scolds as he breaks physical contact with you. "i know how busy you always are."

you smile. it's true, but never too busy to make time for him.

sometimes you asked yourself if jungkook actually knew how you felt about him. if deep in his heart he knew one of his best friends had feelings for him, but didn't want to accept it. once in a while you caught yourself staring at him for too long, or answering him in a sweeter tone than you usually do, even trying to look your best every time you saw him. maybe he knew and didn't feel the same, so he chose to ignore it.

you liked to fantasize about how it would turn out if you ever confessed to him- if it would play out like in those romance movies and he will say that all this time, he felt the same about you. you'd go ahead and move in together, you would be with him during the tours, seeing his every concert, and he would be in your studio every time you finished a song so he can hear it first.

but jungkook was a precious friend. you could never ruin that with your stupid crush.

you greet the members of his band, which you already know too well. jungkook took great pride in being your friend, so he made sure you got to meet them even before he played his first show. you congratulate them for the amazing show, and then go back to catch up with jungkook.

"so there's this after party," he says, looking at you with a demanding look on his face. it makes your heart skip a few beats. "you coming, right?"

his hair is a lot different than the last time you saw him. he used to have this beautiful medium-long black hair that went just below his pretty eyes but now he shaved his sides, bleaching it on top and dyeing it in a beautiful minty color. he sent you a picture right after he got the new haircut a few days ago, saying that he needed "a pop of color in his life now that he got to see you so rarely.". you thought about that message for days. he had a new piercing in his brow, and a few more tattoos on his hand.

"so you can ditch me again for some girl?" you huff, rolling your eyes at him jokingly.

although fame took over his life, jungkook never abused his power, but still, he was a man with needs who knew how to take advantage of his looks to take any girl into his bed. it was of no surprise when he looked way above hot even before he was a star. it never really bothered you, seeing him with all those pretty girls. it's not like you ever confessed to him.

"i never did that!" he says, hand over his heart, taking fake offense to your words. you raise a brow and he laughs. "okay, fine, I'm all yours tonight."

it makes you laugh too, knowing that at the end of the night, this will be proved as a lie and it will be just another thing you can shove in his face the next time.

"c'mon it's a good opportunity for us to catch up with each other," he pleads as he places a hand on top of yours, making your skin burn right underneath his touch.

"all right then, playboy," you say while slapping his firm shoulder. "you're lucky I'm in the mood to get wasted."

in no more than half an hour, you already arrive at the club where jungkook's party takes place. the place is crowded, filled with pretty models, different artists that you recognize from tv, and even artists you collaborated with. you see a few fellow producers that you greet with the wave of a hand and a bright smile. as you look around, you realize that the place is filled with celebrities and you might just be the most mundane of all.

you follow your friend who aims straight for the bar, greeting the bartender with a cozy handshake. he says something close to his ear, making sure he is heard even with the loud music playing in the background. the other man nods and places two shot glasses on the bar, filling them right after with clear liquid.

"cheers!" he shouts as he hands you a shot, while he takes the other one. you click the small glass to his and throw your head backward as you let the vodka pour down your throat, burning its way to your stomach.

"i'm just gonna go and say hi to some people around, that ok?" he asks as he gets closer to your ear. you remain petrified for a second, getting a whiff of his perfume as all your attention goes to how his shoulder leans into yours, the simple gesture making your heart beat faster.

you manage to nod, and with a smile on his face, jungkook makes his way through the crowd, greeting people left and right, as he makes it known that the real star of the night has arrived.

time passes by and you're left with no other choice than to drink some more, or to hold conversations with a few familiar faces that recognize you as well. you're about six shots and two cocktails down and everything starts to feel more familiar. the dance floor filled with people having fun, the bright colorful lights that shine on you every now and then as you sway your body left and right to the rhythm of the song playing...what feels the most familiar though, is how jungkook has ditched you yet again. when you see him in the corner talking to a beautiful red-haired girl, flirting his ass off as she can't stop smiling at his words, you just scoff, realizing you need another drink.

you make your way to the bar, pushing past the sweaty bodies until you reach your destination and ask for a drink.

"haven't seen you around," you hear a husky unfamiliar voice from next to you.

you turn your head to find the source and you're met with a pleasing sight. a tall man sitting straight on the stool next to you as he drinks from a glass of whiskey. his hair is dark brown, swiped away from his beautiful face, making his sharp jawline more prominent than it might be in reality. in your drunken-daze you realize that you've never seen him before- he would be a recognizable sight for you have rarely seen men as handsome as he is.

"i could say the same," you say as you raise your glass in front of him. it takes a few seconds before he touches it with his glass and drinks some more of the brown liquid.

"i'm kai." he says, beautiful smile adorning his features as he offers you his hand.

"y/n." you reply, shaking his big hand shyly. he has a soft hold on you, not making it last longer than a few seconds so you don't become uncomfortable.

"what brings you around here, y/n?" he asks curiously, and fuck, your name sounds so delicious rolling out his pretty mouth.

"ah," you begin while pulling a stool closer to him before plopping down onto it. "he is what brings me here." you complete, pointing to jungkook who seems to have a business yet to be finished with the redhead.

the more you look at him the more your heart sinks down your chest. how could he abandon you again? he could be such an asshole sometimes.

"didn't know the man of the hour had such a beautiful girlfriend," kai purrs the compliment as he leans closer.

"oh, no, no, no," you quickly blurt out with a chuckle. "i'm not his girlfriend."

he raises his brows, intrigued by your answer. you take the time to scan his features more, wide eyes framed by long eyelashes, rounded chin, and plump lips- very kissable at that.

"what?" he asks, amused by your own involuntary giggle that came out of you at the sound of your thoughts. the room spins around a little as you look into his eyes, he is definitely a charmer.

"i was just thinking," you blurt with a stupid grin on your face. alcohol in combination with a very hot man that seems to be interested in you might not make such a good combination.

"do tell," he urges as he suddenly moves one strand of hair from your face, tucking it safely behind your ear. your heart skips a bit, forcing your eyes to widen as you look at him.

"your lips," you say shyly, drifting your attention back to the meaty element plastered on his face.

"what about them?" he asks as his face comes closer to yours. he intimidates you, not in a bad way but in a "you're really drunk and you don't think you can resist him" kind of way. but then again, his attractiveness might be something you could not resist even if you were the most sober woman on earth.

you dare say nothing more as you place a hand on his muscly bicep, not knowing if you should push him away or pull him closer. time seems to be frozen in place as he awaits for your answer, and you have none other to give.

things are quite different on the other side of the room. jungkook's attention has been fully on you since the moment you sat on the bar stool, ending any conversation he had right then. his eyes were fully fixed on you, and of course, the stranger at the bar who was so obviously flirting with you. you seemed to be flirting back as well, fluttering your eyelashes at him any chance you got, and a certain unidentified feeling started to burn in the pit of his chest, making him rush to you when he saw you getting closer and closer to him. there was no way in hell you would hook up with that man in the state you're in.

jungkook often mistook jealousy for worry, but now was not the time to debate on that, not while you were almost kissing the man in front of you.

he came out of nowhere, grabbing you by your arm as he excused himself in front of kai and dragged you to a quieter hallway. a darker one that most probably led to the bathrooms, which no one was even interested in.

"what are you doing?" he growls into your ear, and if you didn't know him better you would say he sounds jealous.

"what?" you ask confused as you piece things together. "the guy at the bar?"

"yes. what was that?" he demands to know, his chest pressed against yours as he traps you between the cold wall and his sturdy body.

you start laughing, trying to push him away, but he doesn't move an inch. you look up to him in the dim lighting of the club, his cold features traced by the shadows, his wet lips that you'd wish to kiss instead of that one guy who now sits alone at the bar, you notice as you turn away from jungkook.

"can you answer me?" he asks again, this time in a softer tone as his hands cup each side of your face.

there's nowhere else to look than into his eyes. you feel mad knowing that he suddenly feels betrayed by the one thing he always does to you.

"what? i was just blowing some steam off for fuck's sake! am i not allowed? are you the only one who gets to ditch me?" you spit, feeling frustration take over your body. the audacity he has, to account you for his action when he is reckless with his own.

"just go hook up with some girl around here and leave me alone," you add as you slap his hands off your face, pushing him away as you try to maintain your balance enough to walk away from him.

"you're drunk." he remarks.

"so?" you ask.

"so you're gonna fuck some guy you just met in this state?"

maybe. maybe not. what's his deal anyway? you're a fully grown adult who can make decisions for yourself.

"i don't see how that's your problem." you reply, turning your back on him.

you take two, maybe three steps before you feel his hand pulling you back, pinning you in the same spot against the wall, trapping you again with his muscular body.

for a second you think you are dreaming. that he is not there, and neither are you. that his lips on top of yours are just a figment of your imagination, and the smell- no, his smell, is just a ghost of all the times you were close enough to him to smell it.

your nails dig into your palm just to make sure you're not imagining, and this is really happening.

his hand brushes your cheek, soft lips searching your own for some kind of resistance- which they are not met with. you melt into it, it's something you craved for such a long time, isn't it? jungkook's body presses further on yours, leaving you breathless when his other hand hugs your waist, and his tongue pushes past your lips to play with your own wet muscle.

he tastes sweet, you realize, not like alcohol the way you do, but sweet nectar that gathers on his tongue every time he slides it on your own. your body feels hot, jungkook's might be even hotter as your hands place themselves on his torso only to feel his hard abs.

no. this can't be right.

"no, no, no," you say quickly, snapping back to reality, causing jungkook to quickly stop his actions. "what are you doing?" you ask, searching his eyes filled with confusion to find an answer.

"didn't you say you wanted to blow some steam off?" he asks innocently, waiting until you roll your eyes to show you one of his smug smiles.

true. but is this the answer? you keep thinking that this must come at a price. that you will give in to temptation and end up regretting every decision you've ever made.

his face gets close to yours again. you close your eyes, preparing for another kiss, but it doesn't come. jungkook's nose brushes your own softly, then your cheek, then it grazes against your eyelashes sweetly. it tickles in a pleasant way so you giggle quietly, but he is so close that you bet he can hear your heartbeats, even over the loud music.

"come home with me," he says after a low chuckle. "please." the man adds, whispering close to your ear just so that his hot breath fans over your sensitive skin.

his voice is trembling as he pleads for you to grant his wish, and you barely manage to keep your knees from shaking as you think about his proposal. it would not be the first time you go to his home, of course, but it was the first time when it actually implied something more than just staying over.

"what for?" you tease, placing your hands on his wide chest.

you get to feel more of him as he chuckles in response to your words. you feel his muscular chest, his irregular breaths, his warmth, and even the way his heart beats.

"to blow that steam off," he answers smugly as his hands take a hold of you again, finding comfort on your hips.

"you mean you want to fuck me?" you ask bluntly. maybe the alcohol was starting to affect you a bit now.

"you don't?" he pushes, pulling you closer by your hips until there's not even an inch in between your bodies.

you do. it's like a wish come true, in reality, and in the magic of the moment, you don't even bother yourself with overcomplicated existential questions like "does he even like me, or does he just want to fuck me?" or "what is going to happen if you do it? will you still be friends? will you even talk tomorrow?". you decide to handle these questions another time, right now you aren't going to say no to something you want to do anymore.

"let's go then," you say as you lace your fingers with his, leading him out of the club. he follows closely in your footsteps, holding your hand tightly as his body comes in contact with yours once every few people decide to not make space for both of you.

you find a cab as soon as you're out of the noisy club. the driver- a middle-aged man that was polite enough to turn on the radio loudly as soon as you and jungkook started kissing, seemed to have no idea who the man accompanying you is. the exact same man who was now touchier than ever, sliding his smooth palm all over your body.

"we're in a cab." you remind him quietly when his ear comes in the proximity of your mouth.

he only chuckles darkly, scooting closer to you as he makes sure the driver doesn't see any part of your body in the mirror. his hands slide slowly up your thighs as he makes eye contact with you, lips adorning a wide smile.

"i'm sure he's seen worse, baby," he assures you as his palm climbs up your leg, until it reaches the zipper of your jeans. he pulls it down slowly while kissing your neck, his hand sneakily toying around with the elastic band on your panties.

you bite your lower lip in disbelief, trying to contain shaky breaths as jungkook's mouth becomes more insistent on your neck, leaving wet kisses and red marks blooming on your skin as he sinks his teeth into it. his smell is driving you insane, expensive cologne scented like musk and bergamont that invades all your senses, leaving no room for anything other than him.

fuck, you think as soon as his hand slides past your panties and finds a hold of your aching clit quickly, way too quickly. he smiles when your hips rise to meet his touch, craving for more as his fingers start rubbing smooth circles on your bud, igniting a certain heat in the whole entirety of your body. he kisses you again, drowning your silent moans with his mouth, his lips, his tongue, his teeth. you can't get enough.

your hand trembles as it reaches out for him, going straight to the erection in his slacks, rubbing it in the same rhythm he rubs you. you're surprised by the length and the girth of it, making your mouth water instantly as you think how it would be to have him inside you. your pussy craves it, and aches for it as jungkook's hand shows no mercy in rubbing your clit with immense hunger to see his purpose fulfilled.

you start zoning out, already feeling your body sensing everything at once when your orgasm is just near the corner, only a few more strokes and- the car stops. you jump alerted as you look out the window.

jungkook removes his hand rapidly, letting you zip your pants as he does the same with his and inches away from you. mere seconds away from him let you feel empty, unfulfilled.

"we've arrived." the driver dares to say shyly as he lowers the volume of the music.

jungkook mutters an awkward thanks as he hands him the money for the ride- way more than it could've ever cost to bring you home, but that should make up for what the driver witnessed on the way home.

you both get out quickly, and your friend is quick to come by your side and hold your waist, pulling you closer to his body, as you both start laughing.

he opens the door to his home and you enter, immediately feeling his touch as you step inside. jungkook pulls you up by the back of your thighs, and you hug his waist with your legs in your time. his palms hold you in place by your ass, stroking it sinfully as he latches his lips onto yours once again, carrying you through his empty rooms until you reach his bedroom. where he places you gently on the mattress.

he sits at the corner of the bed, removing his shirt with a single move as he looks down at you. his body is slightly illuminated by the moon shining outside his big windows and you do nothing but glare at his toned abs as you struggle to remove your shirt as well. he giggles at your clumsy attempt to do so and quickly comes to your aid, pulling it from your body. he unbuckles his belt, stepping out of his pants as his body is left only adorning his boxers. you admire him once more, taking more than a few seconds to look at his thick thighs and the half erection he has while he stands looking at you in his full naked glory. fuck, he's so hot.

the next article of clothing tossed away is your own pants, which he so masterfully gets you out of as he kneels on the ground, between your legs which he now spreads. you support your weight on your elbows as you look into his eyes, not able to mutter even a single word as he pulls your panties down with a swift movement. he pulls you closer to him, starting to place wet kisses on your thighs as he gets closer and closer to your core.

"you're so wet," he says as he slides a finger down your folds, parting them while he gathers all your wetness on his digit. "seems like you've been wanting to do this just as long as i have." he growls lowly just before latching his lips to your clit, stroking it with his tongue.

you're too busy being overwhelmed with pleasure to analyze his words for more than a second, your mind goes entirely blank as all you can focus on are the movements of his muscle. he sucks it gently, licking his way down your hole, and then back to your sensitive bud again sucking it more forcefully every time.

two fingers slide in easily, massaging your velvety walls as they make your core throb, tightening around his slender digits as you feel the pressure to let go in your whole body. he curls them inside you, brushing them against a sensitive spot you believe no one has reached ever before. his mouth shows you no mercy, he uses it to lick, and kiss, and even nibble on your clit, making your whole body spasm under his touch.

"cum for me, baby," jungkook murmurs, fastening the pace that his fingers drive into you effortlessly. "i wanna lick it all up." he adds, and his wicked words aid you in coming closer to your release. like a desperate slut, you grab his hair in a fist, while moaning awfully loud as you feel your whole body tremble. just like that, stars explode in your whole body, the electrical feeling making you feel like you're ascending to heaven as your walls pulsate around his masterful fingers. you've never had such a godly orgasm.

a man of his word, he indeed licks all of your sweet release, not letting even a drop go to waste. he rises slowly, bed shifting under his weight as he picks you up by your waist and plops you on the center of the bed. his chin is glistening, thanks to the mix of his saliva and the juices he squeezed out of you. taking your bra off, jungkook stops for a few seconds, admiring your naked body as his hands travel from your neck, to circling your nipples and then back to your thighs as he pulls you closer to his form.

"you're so fucking beautiful," he says as he smashes his lips into yours, kissing you with the same hunger that he used just a few moments earlier to devour you. his compliment make your insides twirl, heart beating faster than ever before as you swirl your tongue around his, tasting yourself on it.

your hands scratch his wide back slowly as they travel south, moving downwards just until they meet his fully erected cock. you slide them inside his boxer, finally stroking his veiny shaft. jungkook groans into your mouth, and you take pride in the fact that he acknowledges your touch and deems it pleasurable. his hips start moving as they create friction between your soft hands and his twitching member. fuck, he wants this just as bad as you do.

not being able to resist your touch any longer, jungkook gets rid of his boxers immediately, throwing them somewhere on the floor before he reaches for the drawer of his nightstand. he opens the red foiled package and slides the condom on his cock skillfully. he positions himself between your legs as he gives himself a few starting pumps.

"is this ok?" he asks all of a sudden as he stops abruptly.

"you think i'm going to stop this when you're about to fuck me?" you ask back, amused of the situation and the abrupt change in his attitude.

he chuckles, as he teases your entrance with his tip, leaning over you and taking one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting softly into it. it makes you shiver, moaning his name filled with pleasure and a burning desire to feel him take over you completely.

"do you want me to fuck you?" he asks, voice laced with sin as he looks up to you, focusing his attention to the other nipple.

"fuck- yes!" you moan as a reply just when he lets out your nipple with a loud pop.

"how?" he interrogates further, using kisses to climb up your chest.

no one has ever asked you this before, all the men you encountered in bed until now were always selfishly chasing after their own pleasure, so they never asked what were yours.

"rough," you manage to blurt out as you feel him up again, touching his biceps and feeling muscles contract due to him supporting his weight above you. "hard...i want you to ruin me," you say before his head shoots out in surprise and he looks at you, his expression morphing quickly into a satisfied one before he kisses your jaw softly.

"never took you for someone who would enjoy that," he whispers close to you as he pushes up, aligning himself once more with your entrance.

he thought about it before?

"just tell me to stop if it becomes too much," he says just before his hands hug your waist and turn you around, your face buried instantly into the pillows as he positions your ass up.

he pushes in slowly at first, letting you grow familiar with his cock as your breath hitches from the amazing stretch. he goes in and out lazily, brushing his palms over your ass cheeks as he does so. you're already out of breath when he starts bucking his hips faster into you, setting an incredible pace that makes you hold his sheets tighter in your fists. his cock slides against your walls smoothly, hitting the newly discovered sensitive spot over and over again.

there's not much room for talking, the room is filled with moans from both of you and pleads of each other's names- they sound just like desperate prayers. he grows impatient, violently smashing his hips against your ass just like you asked, making you feel close to cumming again with each and every drive inside of you. your body burns, jungkook's body does too, making beads of sweat fall down on his white and clean sheets like a reminder to both of you of what has happened when all of this will end. you don't want it to end.

but contrary to your wishes, the man's hand finds your sensitive clit for the third time tonight, urging you to release a high-pitched moan as he starts rubbing again, faster, rougher than before. it takes a few moments before you come again under his touch, and when you do, it downs you both, his own hot seed filling up the condom as he tries to regain his breath, collapsing over your drained body. you both crumble like sand, melting into each other like you are one single being.

you feel him soften inside of you just before he pulls out, leaving your hole feeling lonely and empty as you finally drop your ass into the mattress, sinking your body into it as you roll around, managing to see him.

he's removing his condom, tying it before he throws it on the ground. "gross!" you'd think in other circumstances, but not now. he lays back into the bed, next to you, as he looks at your body like a hunter looking at a beast he managed to finally tame. sparkles are dancing in his eyes when he finally looks into yours, cupping your cheek lovingly before kissing you. he pulls you closer, but doesn't say anything, so you don't either. you nestle comfortably into his side as he hugs you warmly, the surfaces of your bodies sticking together because of the sweat.

he strokes your hair gently and you let yourself be taken to sleep in his hold as you inhale his perfume again, this time filled with the pure smell of his sweat filled with pheromones.

morning comes like a punch in the face. your head hurts because of the alcohol, and your body feels sore because of the sex. jungkook still sleeps, a few inches away from you as his chest rises slowly with each breath he takes. he looks so different, so peaceful from his usual self that is on the stage, singing his heart out onto the mic while all the lights shine on him. now, the only light shining on him is the one of the morning sun, stroking his features gently.

you get up slowly, searching for your panties quietly and putting them on.

"are trying to sneak out?" you hear his raspy voice. your attention goes to him again, laid out on the bed as he stretches, legs fully spread out and his body only masked by a piece of the blanket that covers his manhood.

"not really," you smile, as you put your shirt on lazily. "i was cold."

you get back on the bed, wrapping your own body, as well as jungkook's with the blanket. you scoot closer to him, and he instinctively hugs you like it's all he's done his entire life. minutes of silence pass before he says something again.

"would it be weird to ask you on a date now?" he chuckles.

you do too, placing your head on his chest in order to hear his heartbeats. louder than you could ever imagine jeon jungkook's heart could beat for you.

"you ask all the girls to dates after you fuck them?" you ask amused, thinking about just how many women have been in the exact same place you are right now. how many of them got to experience the magical touch of your friend?

"not really," jungkook says as he hooks his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him in hopes that you would be able to read the honesty in his eyes. "just you." he whispers as he kisses your forehead gently.

"careful, kook, if somebody hears you they might think you like me," you say with a grin on your face as you push your weight into your elbow.

"and they might be right." he replies, same cute smile on his face as he brushes your hair out of you eyes and tucks it behind your ear.

the same gesture offered by kai last night, only it does not make you feel the same way. last night it made you intimidated, maybe even fearful of what may come next, but now it feels loving, and calming, putting your heart at ease as it does with the rest of your body.

"i do like you." he states clearly, staring into your eyes and waiting for your reaction. he doesn't know where it's coming from, but he's sure he can't ignore the way his heart] gallops faster around you anymore, nor can he forget the jealousy he felt last night. you belong with him, not some random guy at the bar. not anyone else, for that matter.

it's such a cliche, you think as you remain petrified upon hearing his confession. you lived in fear of confessing only to realize that you lost years and years wondering what could be instead of what can be.

better late than never, right?

"i like you too." you say back, kissing him after what feels like an eternity.

Streams & Sheets 🔞 | JJK

Word Count: 10k+ words (im sry) Pairings: gamer!jungkook x reader Genre: gaming au, slice of life, established relationship

Summary: Nobody expected famous twitch streamer JJK to trend online when his mysterious girlfriend accidentally makes a cameo in one of his livestreams. The chaotic problem in question? You streamed a live sex tape. ( kofisips' masterlist )

Warnings: the holy trinity (smut, angst & fluff), dom!jungkook, long haired jungkook in a man bun and brow piercing, jungkook with his alphabet username, unprotected sex, creampie, degrading, oral (f & m receiving), face fucking, multiple orgasm, slut shaming, dacryphilia, ass play, online humiliation, mentions of unsure breakup that's not clear with the characters, over thinking, slight ddlg

Notes: » IM SCREAMING COS I WROTE THIS BACK WHEN JUNGKOOK WAS STILL USER ALPHABET & HAD A BROW PIERCING!!!! RIP LEGENDARY ERA. » Flashbacks are italicized. » Setting is also during the first year of the pandemic. » Taglist is at the comments.

If you told Jungkook from 5 years ago that he’d quit his office job, he’d for sure think you were crazy. 

He used to be a creative director for a top advertising agency. The digital advertisements he handled always garnered large amounts of traction. He instantly became the boss' favorite employee for exceeding the client's expectations until the day the project manager had onboarded his team with the wrong client brief; they fired him on the spot.

His streaming career started out as a joke. Playing games with his friends was one of his de-stressors from work. He enjoyed all kinds of games but found RPG the most interesting to play. What kickstarted his streaming was Taehyung and Jimin – who practically begged him to join them on their stream. Everyone who tuned in during the Call of Duty Livestream thought he was a great sharpshooter. He only gave in when more and more people urged him to start his own streaming channel, and the rest is history.

The other de-stressor was you. Jungkook loved to take you out on dates and enjoy a simple life with you doing nothing at home. He wasn’t particularly ashamed of letting everyone know who his girlfriend was. However, he was an introvert who only enjoyed sharing a few snippets of his personal life with the public. You were his safe space, and he’d like to keep it that way.

Another day, another stream. Jungkook flexes his fingers and shoulders in circular motions, then arches his back to relieve the tension on his muscles, and finally cracks his neck with a satisfied groan.

“Okay motherfucker, time to meet your creator,” he snickered to the microphone, his competitiveness laced his voice.

You chuckled as you watched him focus on beating his opponents while trying to move his hair away from his face. All you did was take the initiative to come behind and put his fringe to a bun. The chat alerts started pinging non-stop when his viewers caught a glimpse of your hands.

“Thanks for that, love,” he gave you a boyish grin.

“You really need a haircut,” you teased before you exited out of the frame but his eyes still followed you.

“Jungkook, for fuck’s sake. Can you stop ogling at your girlfriend and focus on the goddamn game! We’re losing here, man!” Jimin yelled to the microphone, making you giggle.

Everyone knew Jungkook has a girlfriend, but there were no pictures of your face they could find on any of his social media accounts. The ongoing theory was you weren’t real, and he was only doing it for attention. To be fair though, that’s because he wouldn’t confirm or deny anything, so the speculations only grew. After all, he did a pretty good job with separating his work from his personal life and he’d like to leave it at that.

He squinted his eyes at one comment that caught his eye that wrote ‘JJK a king for bagging ‘em thick thighs.’ It was true, but in his manner of agreeing, he only chuckled at it, “King? Nah. Just a lucky bastard.” 

It was one of the nights where Jungkook stayed up late to stream with his friends.

You were about to sleep in your shared room when you decided to watch their livestream. The chats had you laughing hysterically as you scrolled through all of it. The whole stream was 20% exchanging curses at each other, 30% of it was actually playing, while all 50% of it was back and forth banter mostly between Jimin and Taehyung.

“For those still tuning in, did you know sleep deprivation causes severe brain damage? Just look at Jungkook,” Jimin teased when his character died.

After a few hours of playing, the game’s card showed that their team had lost against none other than his older brother's team who got him into gaming, Yoongi.

Throughout the game, Taehyung carried his team only to end up disappointed. All of them howled in laughter when Namjoon and Yoongi still blamed each other when they had won. 

“Now that’s what you call a nightmare,” Taehyung’s microphone spiked when he sighed too close to it, “Oops! Anyway, I think I should get myself a girlfriend.”

Jungkook snorted, “What’s with the announcement?”

“I was manifesting,” Taehyung retorted as he adjusted his headphones. “And you should click on the ‘play again’ button before I virtually throw my mouse at you,” Jungkook chuckled as he hovered his cursor over the button.

“Hold on! I need to feed my cat first,” Jimin yelled away from his camera, waving his hands from afar. “Don’t you dare start the fucking game without me!” 

You’ve already lost your drowsiness from laughing at the three of them. You thought it would be a lot better than to watch it all happen live so quietly pad your shared apartment, walking along the hallway, until you reached Jungkook’s gaming room and peeked through the corner.

Leaning on the door frame as you watched him play, he took a double-take at your figure and lit up when he saw you standing there.

He was in-game with his friends again, seemingly too focused targeting for a clean headshot. His doe eyes glimmered with happiness. 

“You good?" You nodded like a girl, but Jungkook only squinted his eyes, trying to decipher what was the weird thing that poked through your (well, technically his but you share half of his closet) oversized shirt. "What’s that thing sticking out?”

The things with your boyfriend is you need to give me a few seconds before things could sink in. Getting impatient, you took your shirt off, revealing that you had your nipple pierced which made his brows rise in surprise, “Since when did you–”

“I had them done 3 days ago where you got your brows pierced,” you cheekily replied.

Jungkook tried to recount all the times he was a good boyfriend this week to earn such a “reward” from you. There was a time it casually slipped out of him that it would be hot to fuck you with a nipple piercing. Of course, he loved you regardless of whatever choice you made to your body, so he never pushed it.

It was just a thought. 

Sensing that his eyes were on you, you nervously laughed and gave him a small wave but he didn’t notice that when his gaze was already scanning how the matching lace underwear on your body hugged your figure in all the right places.

“What?” you whispered.

“Nothing, it’s just–” there was a loud gulp mid-sentence before turning back to the camera. “​​Hang on, guys. Be right back, just need to take care of something…really important,” he turned the camera off for the meantime and removed his headset.

Rushing to stand up from his gaming chair to walk towards you, he placed both hands on your waist with a playful grin, “Did your boobs grow bigger?”

With wide eyes and a blush that painted along your cheeks, you stuttered your words out, “I-I don’t think it did?” 

He hums with approval at the piercing, lightly tracing the metal on your bud with his finger while smirking, "Why don't you be a good girl and cockwarm me while I stream, yeah?"

If that wasn’t enough to throw you off guard, Taehyung and Jimin’s hysterical laughter roared through the speakers of Jungkook’s headset. Apparently, your boyfriend liked to have his volume on max.

“Jungkook you, idiot! You left your fucking mic on!” Jimin yelled in the middle of his howling.

You giggled when Jungkook smacked a hand to his forehead, “Oh shit, I forgot about that.”

He returned to his station and scrolled through the live chat and read through it countless overwrought reactions like: ‘he said sexy time on air’, ‘guy ditched his stream for pussy’, and ‘show us your girlfriend!’

When a hashtag about revealing your relationship trended on social media, Jungkook simply ignored it and went on about his day like usual.

His viewers’ curiosity was amusing. There were times he wanted to show you off on his main accounts, but he knows better than to let everyone inside his business.

“Hey cutie, here’s your coffee,” you warmly greeted him as he waltzed in the kitchen for breakfast.

“Thanks,” kissing the top of your head before taking a seat beside you.

As he takes a sip from his coffee, he hears your huffs and struggles to open the strawberry jam you wanted on your toast. He doesn’t intervene just yet, he stays quiet and waits for you to finally give up.

Mentally, he counts from one to three, then you turned your head and faced him with a pout, whispering his name in a soft voice, “Koo?” Your eyes emulutated like that of a doe, “Can you help me out?”

“Alright, give it to me,” he chuckles, reaching for the jar and twisting it open with ease. Handing you the strawberry jam, he smiles as he watches you spread it on your toast merrily, “Anything else my baby wants?”

You hum as you thought, “Hmm, a cup of tea would be nice.”

Jungkook will never admit this, but he loves it when you ask for his help. No matter how big or small it is, he’s willing to do anything you ask of him. Just call him in those three simple letters and he will literally cross an ocean just to help you out. Running errands is also just a breeze for him all because he knows you’d be needing help in reaching the high shelves or simply carrying anything you bought. As selfish as it sounds, he adores the way he feels needed by you. He’s fine being called pussy whipped, the guy just loved taking good care of you.

During the first half of your relationship, he may or may not have gone overboard in looking after you. It came to a point where you felt somehow too dependent on him even when he says he doesn’t mind at all.

“Koo, I have hands,” you say sternly, pulling your heavy luggage away from his grip. Raising both of your hands in the air, you move it closer to his face, “See? I have two!”

“Baby, can’t you see this is too heavy for you to carry?” He retorts, not letting go of the handle.

For the rest of the ride to Busan, you stayed quiet. Too quiet for Jungkook’s liking. He would spare you a glance from time to time but not once did you ever meet his gaze. He didn’t understand why you had such a sour mood over a mere luggage, especially not when he’s always done things for you even when you don’t ask. 

When the silence was too much for him to bear, he finally spoke to you first, “Baby.” You finally looked at him, alright, but with an annoyed glare. “It wasn’t a big deal. I was just trying to help.”

“Not a big deal?” Your tone is slightly raised, making his forehead crease. He knows you’re about to call him by his government name next, “Jungkook, you’re always doing things for me, which I appreciate, but I can’t…I can’t keep feeling like a burden all the time.”

His eyes widened at your sudden outburst, “I– Y/N, I never meant for you to feel that way.” He reached for your hand, but not grabbing it. All he does is graze his finger over your knuckles soothingly, “I’m sorry if me constantly helping you made you feel like a burden, but I swear I just love to do things for you.”

Looking at how apologetic he truly was, there was no way you could stay mad at him. Letting out a sigh, you scoot closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder, “I understand, Koo. Just…just let me do things on my own and step in when I call for you.”

Bringing the back of your hand to his lips, he leaves a soft kiss and smiles against your skin, “Okay, love. Sounds fair.”

His favorite part of the day ever since the both of you had decided to live together was waking up entangled in silk sheets and seeing your face first thing in the morning. If there's any scent he can attribute to you, it would be the smell of coffee and cinnamon. 

That's the thing about you. You weren't a shot of espresso; you were a shot of tequila that burned a line to the throat. Aside from that, you were also good at playing video games and could smoke a whole team out if you decided to make gaming a career. Like a support in the game, you revive him to be the best he can be. The love you give is enough for him to forget all the lower back strain he suffered from sitting on his chair for too long. 

When he was still working a full-time job, Jungkook was forthcoming and he sometimes intimidated people when he spoke during meetings or whenever they saw his tattoos.

Most of the time, he was timid and reluctant. You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite of him. You were more delicate and spoke softly, but you were also carefree and took things head-on. A plethora of complex ideas and that’s what he liked about you.

He will never forget that day he had first met you.

It was the coldest winter Korea has ever gotten and what better way to spend the cold holidays than by joining a feeding drive for the homeless. You’ve always participated in various donation drives whenever you can. It just so happened that Jungkook was passing by, freezing in the cold as he read the poster that was posted on the food truck. 

“Coffee?” you cheerfully handed out the warm cup. Although it was a nice gesture, Jungkook somehow felt offended. ‘I should’ve worn something else,’ he thought.

“I uhm I’m not homeless,” he awkwardly froze when you giggled. That has got to be the most soothing giggle he has ever heard in his life – but in a good way.

“Huh? Everyone of all walks of life likes coffee.”

When you squint your eyes with a scrunched nose, Jungkook thought that has got to be the cutest habit he had ever seen. The next thing he knows, he came back the next day to volunteer and help you out with the drive.

It’s funny how it all started with a cup of coffee; now you live in one house and still, you never missed a day to make him a cup in the morning. For the years he had been with you, your happy disposition in life never changed. You were his constant and his confidant – with you, he can be himself. 

Working as a digital content specialist is such a tedious job. Still, you managed to pull everything through even when deadlines were tight. Unlike Jungkook who worked for bigger corporations that can afford to pay him more than he expected, you worked for a smaller digital company. Sadly, The companies you wanted to shift to wanted to hire people who came from bigger agencies but you don’t complain. Instead, you still worked with precision with an unmatched work ethic regardless of where you worked.

Changes never scare you and you believe in having a happy medium and that’s what Jungkook liked about you. However, the only thing he doesn’t like about you is that sometimes you let people walk all over you. You were the most understanding person he has ever met but some people take advantage of that. In your previous job, one of your co-workers asked for your help with their pitch structure. Being the angel that you are, you sent her your file in hopes of helping her. Unfortunately, it turned out that she had ripped you off.

“Why didn’t you tell your boss about it?” He worriedly asked when you vented out.

“Just let it go, they needed the promotion more than I did anyways. Besides, I don't think I'll grow in that company if I stay longer.”

He wasn’t sure if this was a flaw. Regardless, Jungkook still supported you in everything that you did, especially when you filed your resignation. 

You were an eager learner, but whenever you would ask him to teach you how to word things out better, he would happily oblige.

He enjoyed sitting beside you while he did all the proofreading on your captions as you watched. Over time, you learned to do it on your own. He thinks your biggest asset is having the longest patience on earth and he was proud of that – he was always proud of you for constantly learning and growing.

He thought he already knew everything about adulting until he dated you. Before he met you, he would burn half of his savings on random things he never needed in the first place. But ever since you lived together, he learned to save his money for necessities because of you.

As much as Jungkook hates cracking his joints every now and then, the copious hours of on-cam gameplay is his day job now. After all, he’s doing all of this for you and a life of comfort he knows you deserve. Thanks to streaming, gone are the days where you shared stories of how your days went over instant ramen. He can now afford to run to the grocery at any time of the day.

It was a surprise to have you on their stream. The idea just came when Taehyung visited your shared apartment. Sometimes when your busy schedule permits, you play Among Us with Jungkook and his friends and enjoy it. Whenever they need someone (which frankly was always) to play Overwatch with and you’d happily oblige to join in every time.

“I think you should join us on the next stream, Y/N. You make a pretty good Imposter,” Taehyung suggests.

“I’d love to but,” you nudge your head in your boyfriend’s direction, “I don’t know if he’s comfortable with me being on camera though.”

Taehyung lifts a brow at Jungkook, “She doesn’t have to be on cam. Her audio will do.”

Your boyfriend shrugs, seeing how that couldn’t be a problem, “I’m fine with it but only if you’re in”

“If someone yells at me, I’m leaving mid game,” You chided while playfully rolling your eyes at the two of them.

When the weekend rolled in, Jungkook volunteered to host the stream this time. Sitting beside your boyfriend, you made sure to sit away from the camera frame as you played Among Us with the rest of the boys. When the game had started, you stifled your laughter when you didn’t get to play as an imposter this time.

The character that you played walked into the electrical room just as Jungkook’s character killed Yoongi on the vent. You snickered as you quickly walked away and pretended that you saw nothing. Meanwhile, Jungkook sabotages O2 so no one would see you get out of the area. 

The chat alerts suddenly pinged non-stop making him jolt in surprise only to realize that the microphone caught your soft giggles.

From time to time, Jungkook would steal glances at you particularly on your milky thighs whenever your dangerously short dress rode up every time you adjusted your posture. His eyes moved up to the roundness of your tits. He tried to mask the hard-on he’s been ailing throughout the game by constantly clearing his throat or by crossing his legs.

His computer might’ve sensed his need to get off when the internet seemed to have fluctuated causing the stream to freeze, “Damn, we need to upgrade our internet provider.” 

He takes it as an opportunity to take off his headset, stand up, and snake his arms around you, “On the brighter side, I can fuck you on the couch”

“Mmm? Sounds like a plan,” your finger traced along with the outlines of his chiseled jaw then stopping to point at the mole beneath his lips. “I always found this cute,” he catches your finger with his teeth, teasingly circling his tongue against it.

Pulling the finger away from his mouth, you temptingly whispered, “How do you want me?”

He faked an innocent smile, imagination running wild with how vague your question sounded to him because if he were to be honest, he could go through a list of ways he’d like to have you so he starts by removing your dress’ straps until it pooled at your ankles. It must’ve been his lucky day that you aren’t wearing a bra today.

“Want you to kneel for me, sweetheart.”

You obeyed, resting your knees gently on the floor, as you watched him untie the strings of his black sweatpants. His already hard cock sprung out against his abdomen as soon as he pulled half of his bottoms down. Slowly, you wrapped your fingers around his member, pumping it a few times before you replaced your hands with your mouth.

A low grunt escaped his lips as he watched himself disappear and enjoyed how his cock felt with your mouth wrapped around it. His hips buckle at the sensation of your hot tongue making a long drag from his balls all the way to his shaft’s tip. You leisurely took your time blowing him as you gradually bobbed your head deeper and deeper until his cock reached the back of your throat. 

You sucked down on him greedily with an approving hum with the way his body responded. Seeing how much you’re enjoying it, you gagged when he pushed your head further to fill your mouth with his cock but he was too big to fit it all. Tears brimmed at the sides of your eyes but you didn’t want him to stop just yet.

“You like getting your face fucked this way, don't you?” You agreed with a moan against his cock, “My baby is so cock hungry, huh?”

“Touch yourself,” he commanded. 

Slowly, your middle finger ran through your slit, soaking your fingers with your slick before brushing it over your clit in circular motions. Your finger traced its way at your throbbing entrance, slowly inserting one finger at first then adding another one. Fucking yourself at the tempo you want while imagining it was Jungkook’s cock that was inside of you instead.

When your pleasure hits you, it drenched your fingers completely wet with your own arousal. You softly moaned against his cock while he continued to fuck your face relentlessly. When he started to feel his stomach twist in knots, he roughly pulled your head away from his cock and harshly pushed you to the couch. 

He flipped you over, crouching down to your cunt’s level only to move your very soaked lace underwear to the side as he watched your drenched pussy closely, “You’re dripping”

“That’s cute,” he mocked the way you commented on his mole earlier. He hooks his fingers on the center of the material then slips it to the side.

“You should wear this often,” he hungrily inched closer to your pussy, nose tracing along your wet slit before he replaced it with his tongue.

“Oh my god,” you shut your eyes and gripped on the couch’s headrest tightly, “Jungkook”

You squirmed against his mouth but he grabbed your hips to hold you in place as he pulled you further into his face. His low groans were muffled against your pussy as he devoured you, slipping in a finger at first before adding another one.

“Need you to be nice and stretched out for me, princess,” he left chaste kisses against your ass as he patiently waited for you to adjust and when you seemed to have finally done, he plunges the third finger in, “Wanna make sure you can take all of me.”

A moaning mess is a perfect adjective to describe how you looked under his curling fingers. He pumps his fingers at the perfect pace while his tongue abuses your ass’ hole. Still not satisfied, his other hand reached for your clit and rubbed it in circles. The thing about Jungkook is that he pays attention – he never leaves anything unattended and utilizes it at his expense.

“Fuck! Gonna cum again,” his eyes glowered with lust as you buck your hips further. 

“Gonna squirt for me?”

There were no intelligent words that came to mind, all you could let out were whimpers and sobs of pleasure as another orgasm took over your body. He lets out a dark chuckle when your arousal splatters all over him as he licks the corners of his mouth hungrily while wiping the bottom of his chin with the back of his veiny hand.

Your knees buckled forward to the couch as your legs shook violently. You thought he was done when he sat beside you only to gasp loudly when he suddenly carried your limp body on top of him. That’s when you started to contemplate that you should’ve known better than agreeing to fuck on the brand new couch. 

Gently lifting your overstimulated body, he aligned his member at your entrance and sank your body further to his still hard cock. You gasped for air when his girth had filled you, “You’re still too big for me”

“And you’re still tight as fuck,” he grunted lowly, sweat trickling down his creased forehead.

You dip your head at the crook of his neck as you rotate your hips to match his rhythm. With the constant fanning of your hot breath on his neck, he pounded in and out of you in deeper and harder thrusts making you shriek against his skin.

He pulled your body back and smirked at your nipple piercing, “I haven’t played with this yet”

Attaching his lips around the nipple, he sucked on it feverishly while making sure he leaves his marks all over your skin. He nipped on the piercing in between his teeth and lightly pulled at it, making you whine at the sensation.

“Baby,” you whimpered but your words fell on his deaf ears as his swollen cock thumped even deeper with deliberate, hard strokes. Eyes rolling back in pleasure, your walls clenched hard at how much his cock brushed on your sensitive spot multiple times. 

“Cum again for me”

“I can’t,” you choked your words out, “I don’t think I can–”

“Come on baby, you can do it,” his thumb pad over sensitive clit in circles, “I love fucking you like this. You look so beautiful from this angle.”

He left your clit for a moment to grip your ass with both hands. He pushed it down further at his length so he can fuck you even deeper than he already did. With an intent gaze all over your body, he licked his lips before parting them breathlessly.

“Do it again for me, please?”

“Jungkook, I can’t,” he slaps your ass, leaving a red mark across the skin. 

“I said,” he slammed his hips harder at each word for emphasis, “Do. It.”

You hissed loudly against his neck as he quickened the pace. The overwhelming pleasure he does to your body makes your toes curl. With your eyes shut tightly, you let the shocking orgasm wash over your shaking body that slumped over him.

“Good job, baby,” he kissed your shoulders endearingly but all you could respond was a tired hum.

Unfortunately, while the both of you were preoccupied with catching your breaths and Jungkook completely forgetting about what he was doing prior to fucking you, the stream had reconnected without him knowing. The both of you jolted when a loud kick and knock banged through the door.

“Get dressed and open the goddamn door!” Hoseok yelled from outside. 

An equally annoyed Jungkook yelled back with brows knitted as he protectively covered you with his body just in case Hoseok successfully opens the door with another kick, “How the fuck did you get in my house?”

“You moron, I used to be your roommate before Y/N– I mean your girlfriend moved in. Of course, I know where you hid the spare key!” he retorted. “And just so you know, you forgot to stop the fucking stream so I had to drive my freezing balls all the way here just to tell you that you did it all on live!”

You turned pale from shock at what you heard. You couldn’t believe that a nightmare had unfolded right before you, “I don’t know what kind of freaky shit you’re both into but this is not it.”

Out of sheer panic, Jungkook hurriedly wore his sweatpants and rushed to pull all the plugs out. You, the ever worrier, looked at your boyfriend with the same panic-stricken look across your face. A single tear rolled down to your cheek while you tried to recount everything. 

300k viewers watched the whole thing happen and though his camera was pointed low, that wasn’t enough to make the situation any better if everyone probably saw your face. Worst case scenario is if they kept a screen recording to themselves or much worse, upload it somewhere online.

Jungkook frustratedly ran his finger through his dark locks. Your silent cries tore him to a million pieces. He hated seeing you in such a pitiful state like this. Kneeling in front of you, he grabbed the shirt he was wearing earlier and helped you put it on. His hands ran up and down your arms in a failing attempt to calm you down.

“Baby? Hey, hey, please look at me,” you peeked at his apologetic face through your lashes, “I’m sorry. I’ll figure this out, I promise. Okay?”

“Just...Just let Hoseok in,” you croaked.

Kissing your knees before walking to the door, he heaved the heaviest sigh he could ever muster in his life. His trembling hands held on the doorknob with a shaky and erratic breathing pattern when he opened the door to a frowning Hoseok.

“What were the two of you thinking!?”

Jungkook stuttered his words out. He was more than sure that the internet was cut off. He was also sure he could be comfortable within the walls of his own home. He was more than certain that he did everything right yet still, he finds himself in a new hell.

“It–the–I... I thought it wouldn’t reboot when the internet got cut”

“Well it didn’t and I had to quit my game to get here”

“I know,” he regretfully admitted.

Pulling down at the hem of Jungkook’s oversized shirt in an attempt to cover yourself even more, you weakly called for Hoseok’s attention, “Hoseok? D-did they see my face?”

“I just…I don’t want them invading Jungkook’s privacy,” Hoseok’s lips parted. He was surprised that even after everything that had happened today, your already heavy heart still worried for your boyfriend.

“I don’t know, Y/N…I think they did,” Jungkook’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek, feeling so disappointed with himself. 

The second-hand embarrassment Hoseok endured was very evident but still, he felt sorry for the both of you, “Listen, man. I can’t say for sure what happens after this but if you need anything, I’ll try to help you out especially you, Y/N.” 

For the rest of the week and the weeks after that, scrolling past the comments under his name’s topic felt like diving into the 7th circle of hell.

The internet is a giant dumpsite of unfiltered opinions you wished never existed. Admittedly, knowing that you shouldn’t go through all those comments, you couldn’t stray yourself away from reading all of it.

Everyone’s posts were a mix of extending their sympathies for you while the others shamed you for hiding behind the cameras only to clout yourself in such a humiliating way.

[j.kim96]: Grow the fuck up and leave JJK and his girlfriend alone, you musty ass creeps! [yunh0e]: @JJK Tell your girlfriend blessed be thy ass [seulbi_8]: JJK's gf giving us a free pass to her onlyfans? A legend.

It was ironic how the both of you were still lucky. All that was seen on live were weirdly angled and cropped out thighs and heels. The only consolation you thought out of the situation is even if some of Jungkook's viewers had recorded the stream, it wouldn’t be porn site material to upload. However, you were taking it hard on yourself that it still happened

Before all the internet fame, it was just you and nine-to-five employee Jungkook who, even though he barely had any time due to work, gave you his undivided attention. Though he may have more time in his hands now, his mind is preoccupied with what content to put out.

That doesn't make him less perfect in your eyes, though. Not when he still gives you everything a girlfriend could ever ask for – and maybe even more. But with every good (which in his case is gaining a huge viewership through streaming), the bad that always comes with it is that both of your mishaps stay on the internet forever – like a stain that never goes away.

Being Jungkook's girlfriend is great, but when the overnight fame suddenly broke in, you weren't too sure of yourself anymore. Taking constructive criticism is what you do best, but the unnecessary comments about you (even though none of his viewers had seen you) make it hard for you to take it all in.

As much as you try to tell yourself not to let it go through your head, everything is difficult to wrap your head around it. You know for a fact that you know yourself better, but why does it feel like you also don't?

Maybe they were right all along – that there wasn't anything special about you except for your body or how good you sounded while you were getting fucked. Maybe Jungkook thought the same, that's why he isn't speaking up.

Sure, you understood how reserved he was as a person, but sometimes, you also feel like he’s ashamed of you. Not that you needed validation from a single post from social media, but sometimes, just sometimes, it would have been nice if he was so proud to show you off instead of hiding you like a secret.

It’s thoughts like these that somehow eat you up but you never had the heart to tell him, not wanting to sound like a needy brat. 

Or maybe his silence is another form of agreement? 

You don't know anymore.

Sharing the same bed with Jungkook wasn’t the same anymore, especially when your backs faced each other.

He wanted to kiss your shoulders and tell you things will be alright even if he wasn’t sure. Instead, he falls silent as he listens to your sobs against your pillow. 

“We shouldn’t have done that stream,” you croaked a heart-shattering whisper, “I…I should’ve just said no.”

Every word you mumbled under the sheets broke him in many ways, and all Jungkook could do is blame himself for everything.

At some point, he knew something like this was bound to happen so to counter all his worries, he made sure to be mindful at all times, which eventually turned to a ball of anxiety.

But the truth of the matter is, none of you wanted it to happen.

The eerie silence that spaced between you and Jungkook only grew bigger as the days went by.

Jungkook wasn’t particularly the confrontational type. He always chooses to stay silent and let things unfold in patience. After he had announced an indefinite hiatus from streaming, he only became even more aloof and apprehensive.

Until both of you just stopped talking to each other.

Completely.

You wish you knew what went inside his head instead of guessing it all on your own. Jungkook had nailed every love language that existed except for one – communication.

He can surprise you with a dozen roses and breakfast in bed, praise you until you’ve blushed the deepest shade of red, or watch your favorite feel-good movie while cuddling but he will never tell you what’s wrong.

Even in the middle of silence, you are still worried about Jungkook’s well-being. He has always been hard on himself; a perfectionist that delivers all the time. What worries you is he rarely bursts in fits of anger but when he does, all hell breaks loose. Although sometimes, he doesn’t. He just doesn’t do anything and leaves it as it is – like now. 

There were a few instances when he would distance himself for a while, so you give him his space for a while, then he just goes back to normal as if nothing had happened. Sadly, you don’t know where you stand in his life now that you haven’t been in speaking terms and this is the longest you’ve gone without talking.

Living under one roof is great but not when it seems like you’ve drifted apart further from each other.

You wanted to get out when the tension of sharing the same room as him choked you. Finding a new place to live meant going through all the hassle so instead, you chose to move to the guest room down the hallway.

Both of you had figured within yourselves that it would be best to just stay in the same house in case the problem fixed itself (which was impossible).

Aside from that, there was no verbal fights or agreement about what seemed to be your breakup. You simply treated each other like regular housemates for a year; only talking to each other to let the other one know if one of you would be coming home late.

It would be hard for you to move back to Busan. Moving all your things will be a hassle and most of the things you owned are shared with him so you digress the idea. You always had a hard time without Jungkook sleeping beside you.

Now, all you have are the happy memories you shared in the form of tears that soaked your memory foam.

If walls could only talk, both of you had sorted your problems by now.

“Hey, Jungkook?” His heart shatters at the call for his name. He used to go by ‘baby,’ ‘love,’ or whatever cute pet name you have for the day but now it’s just Jungkook.

“Yeah?” He craned his neck to the side.

“Uhm, here’s my share of the rent. I’ll just leave it at the console, okay?” you meekly told him.

“Keep it,” he says without even glancing at you. 

With furrowed brows, you waited for him to look at you but he didn’t, “What?”

“I said keep it. It’s cool,” he cracked his neck from side to side, “I’ve got it covered.” In his defense, this was the only way he can take care of you but it only made you feel like a problem for some reason.

As a compromise to his generosity, you always made it a point that the whole house was clean and that you made as little to no noise as possible. 

Whenever Jungkook falls asleep on the couch, you’d turn off the TV for him and pull his blanket higher just so he can sleep comfortably. Crouching down but at a safe distance, you take in his angelic features.

These were the few stolen moments you get to see his relaxed state. You wished you could do more but you didn’t want to come off as annoying and overbearing. Giving him the space he wanted was hard. It felt like breaking your bones willingly.

Jungkook missed having you beside him.

He missed peppering your face with a lot of soft kisses as you giggled in between pecks but out of the list of things he missed doing with you, he missed having you as his girlfriend and not as someone he just lived with.

He always looked forward to warm mornings with you but now that the both of you were only civil with each other, it had now turned to cold.

Whenever the rainy days rolled, his mind wandered off to the room beside his. You’ve always been afraid of the thunder and whenever the bad weather came by, he always made it a point to wrap his arms around your frame and put you back to sleep. However, that wasn’t the case anymore. He wonders if you wrap your arms around yourself for comfort.

On nights when Jungkook would stand by your door after he had grabbed himself a glass of water in the middle of the night, he frowns with slumped shoulders as he listens to the sound of your cries in the middle of a nightmare. He wished he could console you in his arms but he can only do so much now.

He finds that going out of the house as often as he could helped him to run away from the uneasy feeling at home.

The thought of going back to a 9 to 5 corporate job crossed his mind. However, credential-wise, his streaming wouldn’t suffice the long gap he left after his last office job. If anything, Jungkook thinks he had become rusty already.

On occasions when he would come home later than expected, he spent most of his days over at either Taehyung’s or Jimin’s place to hang out.

“Are you deranged?” Jimin sneered with a mouthful of food, “Why are you still living with your ex?”

“We haven’t officially broken up…yet,” Jungkook pressed his lips together into a thin line.

“So, roommates?” Resting his head on his palm, Taehyung watched Jungkook scratch his nose and then shrugged as he thought about the question.

“I guess? Call it what you want,” he sighed.

"The problem isn't going to fix itself, Jungkook. Have you talked about it with Y/N?" Jimin says with worry.

"Sure it will," Jungkook says with conviction, making both men blink at him. He just shrugged them even though part of him is wanting to believe the delusion he's been saying.

Taehyung scratched his head, "Crazy." He then looked at Jimin while pointing his pocky stick at Jungkook, "He's fucking crazy."

The middle ground you both found was ordering take-outs instead of sitting at one table together.

That way, you can enjoy eating your meals comfortably away from each other; it was usually you eating on the dining table while he ate in front of the TV just like today. It's also the rare times you casually talk, and if you were being honest, you'd settle for something like this.

“Breaking News: It has been confirmed that Sars-CoV-2, which causes the illness known as COVID-19, has entered South Korea.”

Your ears perked as soon as you heard the news. Listening intently, you took a glance over Jungkook whose brows knitted together as he took his time enjoying his food.

“WHO also declared the virus as a "pandemic" with over 4,500 recorded deaths recorded worldwide.”

“Holy shit,” you mumbled.

Two people came to your mind: First, your sister who worked as a nurse. You thought of how frontliners like here would have a hard time at the hospitals when the cases keep rising.

The second one was your history teacher who taught you that pandemics lasted up to 4 years more or less. You feared that it’ll take a while before they come up with a vaccine and for the world to go back to normal.

“Neighboring countries have closed their borders while the local government bans all kinds of social gatherings and urges everyone to remain on lockdown until further notice.”

When the news anchor emphasized the word lockdown, Jungkook whipped his head in shock. The words kept ringing in his head until they stopped making sense. His mouth hung low when the realization dawned on him – he’ll have to stay at home with you for an indefinite amount of time. At. Home.

Sneaking a glance at you through his peripheral vision, you watched the news intently with a very deep frown. He thinks you were thinking the same as him but he just turns his focus back on the TV instead. He tried to put all of his attention on the news but nothing registered to him even when the news anchor flashed the statistics on screen.

He thought about the worst-case scenarios that could happen during the lockdown:

It’s either you get on each other’s nerves

You have your long-awaited confrontation of the century (which was long overdue already)

Or worse, one of you moves out in the middle of the pandemic.

He figured that it would be best if he stayed in his room at all times to avoid all three possibilities that might happen.

“Looks like we’ll need to stock up on food and supplies now,” he fidgeted on his food after he had now lost his appetite.

“I’ll head out to buy a couple of things in a while, too. Do you need anything?” You ask with pursed lips.

“I can drive us there,” your brows shot up at his offer. After seeing your reaction and being too conscious if he sounded too happy, Jungkook cleared his throat, “I–uh I ran out of shampoo today.”

You nodded slowly, “Oh...alright.”

Jungkook made sure to turn on the radio as soon as he got inside the car to avoid the uncomfortable silence which worked.

This was the first time (after a year) that both of you were in the same car and went grocery shopping together. Running errands together used to be congenial but now it's different. There was an awkward feeling of nostalgia that came with that restricted the both of you.

Everyone was panic buying all the stocks on every shelf and the only way to go around it was to have a list of essentials he can just grab and shoot in the cart.

The cards aren't in Jungkook's favor because unfortunately, he was one of those panicking without a grocery list. Running point to point from aisles wasn’t a problem, it’s who gets the item first that worries him.

Annoyed with how he completely forgot about it, he scrunched his nose and furrowed his brows, “I forgot to make a list.”

Unable to hear his mumbles, you squinted your eyes and tilted your head to his direction, "I'm sorry? I didn't catch what you said."

"The list," Jungkook sighed as he hung is head. "I forgot to make one."

“It’s okay, I have one saved on my notes,” you tapped on the Notes app and scrolled through your saved notes until you finally found it. You always made one for him to memorize because he says carrying a list is uncool for some reason.

When you flashed the screen in front of him, his eyes scanned through the list of things the both of you usually bought whenever it was time to restock.

Squinting his eyes and inching a little bit closer, He tried to remember everything that was listed down but froze as soon as he read the note’s title that wrote in huge, bold letters: Things my lovely boyfriend should buy.

You were sure he saw the title but you pretended to know nothing of it, “Done remembering?”

He slowly nodded, “Yeah, I think I got it.”

Like a true introvert, he recited his things to buy in soft whispers while he pushed the cart around making you stifle your giggles as you trailed right behind him. Taking one final look at all the items he had put, he decided to grab an extra just in case so that none of you would have to take frequent agonizing trips to the grocery.

The lines were very long and people had already started to lose their temper as they yelled at those who sneakily cut the lines. You estimated it would take at least 30 minutes before you could get to the counter and having to stand beside each other for the entirety of it didn't make it any better. 

While waiting, he looked at the cart again and skimmed through the products.

‘Okay, so shampoo, body wash, cleaning supplies, food good for a month…what else am I missing?’ He pondered thoroughly, mentally reciting the list again, until his brows shot up when he finally realized what he had missed. Just when you were finally the next in line to the counter, Jungkook excused himself and sprinted to god knows which aisle he went to.

You, the ever worrier, internally panicked when the staff had started to bag the items of the person before you. Wiping your clammy hands at the back of your pants, you frantically looked around the store looking for him but to no avail.

When you were about to put all your items for checkout, right on cue, he jogged his way back carrying boxes in between his forearms.

“Where were you?” You asked, trying to hide the annoyance in your voice.

“You forgot to get tampons,” he placed eight boxes of tampons on the belt and waited for the cashier to punch them in.

You were so stunned at the gesture that you forgot to pull your card out to pay for the items. On the other hand, Jungkook was just as awkward as you were about it that he quickly gave his card and watched the cashier swipe it on the register, not even daring to look at you.

'Don't overthink it too much. He just knows how forgetful you can get,' you try to remind yourself, though there was a small ember of hope you wish you put out.

In summary, the pandemic has been a mix of boring and a massive decline in everyone’s mental, social, and physical health.

Most, if not all, businesses have decided to close down for good due to the lack of customers. Meanwhile, offices – yours included– have found ways of adjusting to the new normal by working from the comfort of your own homes. 

The long lockdown and lack of social interaction burnt out the two of you far worse than expected. In hopes of getting by, the both of you had started to venture on new hobbies respectively.

You and Jungkook have stayed in your respective rooms most of the time. You were busy working as a social media manager for brands. Everyone thinks working on social media is easy but tediously making sure that you don’t miss a single thing on your reports is just as stressful as everyone else’s work.

You could probably call it easy if you only handled one brand but you were handling four and your anxiety only rises when all the boosted posts from each brand hiccup all at once.

Meanwhile, Jungkook did playtests for gaming companies he used to collaborate with on his streams. He spends countless hours playing and taking down notes of the loopholes he had found in the game.

Sometimes, he adds his own take on how the developers can improve it further before sending his reviews in. It reminded him of how it was so similar to being a creative director but he only chuckles at the memory.

You tried to learn how to bake cookies and left some for Jungkook to snack on, while he bought a new guitar online and started learning how to play it. The days were stagnant and very mundane. Surprisingly enough, the both of you managed to fare it well.

As a stress reliever, you played online games and even joined a gaming server on Discord until you found a small community where they exchanged invites and played with each other. You figured this is how socializing has come to now – interacting with strangers and referring to them by their pseudo names.

On the other hand, it never crossed Jungkook’s mind to return to streaming no matter how bored he was. He still played games but under a different username now and enjoyed the anonymity that came with it. He scrolled through the #game-on channel in hopes he’d find players who started a server and were looking for people to join in but he couldn’t find any.

abcdefghi__: Anyone here playing? Can I join? 😩

1kwords: I’ll send you mine

abcdefghi__: Got it! Thanks!

abcdefghi__: Wanna get on call so we can strategize, bro?

1kwords: Sorry I can’t. Living with a housemate 😅

abcdefghi__: That’s fine I guess

"This alphabet guy's pretty good," you whispered as you watched him exchange fires with your opponent.

Your mouth pulled at the corners to a smirk when you’ve successfully hit the cleanest headshot you’ve ever made through the railings. When the game finally ended and the screen flashed a congratulatory card on your victory, you silently put your fist up in the air and rejoiced at your win.

Jungkook confidently puts his feet up as he pats himself on the shoulder for still having the sharpest shooting techniques in the game. Proud would be an understatement to describe how he felt given that he wasn’t as active in playing games like this ever since he had stopped his streaming.

1kwords: OMG WE WON!!!

abcdefghi__: Easy 😎

1kwords: Why do you always play so aggressively? 

abcdefghi__: Needed to let off some steam

1kwords: Sounds bad

abcdefghi__: Kinda. I'm stuck at home that’s why

1kwords: Aren’t we all? lol

1kwords: You can tell me anything but only if you’re comfortable

abcdefghi__: Wait, for real!?

1kwords: Try me 😉

abcdefghi__ is typing…

You waited for the user to finish his typing but it was taking a while for him to reply.

You thought that maybe things weren’t going well in his life lately and you were more than willing to virtually lend a shoulder when you understand exactly how the whole pandemic has been rough to everyone.

abcdefghi__: [this user is taking a deep breath]

1kwords: [and this user is patiently waiting whenever you’re ready]

abcdefghi__: I know how everyone’s currently in a weird position during these crazy times but so am I. Like, hella weird. 

1kwords: Alright, go on. I’m listening.

abcdefghi__: I don’t know…I just…I made great memories with someone but I didn’t expect them to turn into one

abcdefghi__: I’d be lying if I didn’t say I miss her but...

abcdefghi__: I really miss my baby :(

Jungkook chewed on his bottom lip as he typed every single reply. He was never really one to come face to face with his inner demons but the opportunity comes in the form of venting out to a complete stranger in Discord. 

"Oh fuck, there. I said it," he scratched his head.

1kwords: Damn, same. I know how hard that is.

1kwords: Have you tried talking to her about it?

abcdefghi__: …Not really. I can’t confront for shit.

1kwords: Oh

1kwords: That’s pretty tough. You’re like my (idk if he still is) boyfriend

abcdefghi__: I don’t really know the right words to tell her and I also feel like it was my fault.

abcdefghi__: How are you guys doing by the way?

1kwords: We’re civil with each other, but I don’t have a choice because I still live with him

1kwords: I come home really excited to see him, but now, we just order take outs and eat separately lol

abcdefghi__: NO SHIT? SAME DUDE

abcdefghi__: Must be pretty hard for you

1kwords: It still is. Kinda miss hearing him laugh too :( 

You were surprised yet comforted to know that someone finally understood exactly how you felt about your relationship with Jungkook.

The probability of finding someone who went through the same things as you did is slim but you guessed you were lucky that you and this stranger had talked and consoled each other. 

abcdefghi__: What’s he like?

1kwords: Honestly? He’s the best relationship I’ve ever had. Not once did he make me feel so unloved. It’s just that, I mean, he’s pretty vocal with telling me how much he loves me, but he’s not good with words if that makes sense?

abcdefghi__: ...Is he expecting the problem to fix itself?

1kwords: Kinda like that but we’ve never really fought about anything big tbh

abcdefghi__: lol I don't believe you. Never?

1kwords: Yeah

1kwords: Oh no wait

1kwords: Except that one time our stream had gone wrong in front of a lot of viewers. He just stopped talking to me.

1kwords:  I don’t even know if I can consider that as a fight but that’s how we kinda ended.

1kwords is typing…

Jungkook sat frozen in his seat with hands clamming around his mouse. The similarities he shared with this user were so uncanny for him to think about it deeply.

Assuming that maybe it was you, he stood up and leaned his ear against the wall to check if you were still awake but all that he heard was silence. ‘Idiot, she’s already asleep’ he mentally argued with himself with a frown.

When the chat pinged, he hurriedly rushed back to his computer. His doe eyes widened even more after reading 1kwords’ messages.

1kwords: Anyways, thanks for listening to me!

1kwords: Your username’s funny too. You’re missing the 'JK'.

1kwords: I’m also missing my JK

“Well that was a relief,” you exhaled while arching your back to relieve the tension of sitting for long hours today. 

This was the first time you had aired out your feelings about how things with Jungkook were. You didn’t have a lot of friends and the only person you were comfortable with sharing things with was your currently very busy sister.

You wished the lockdown would be lifted sooner, you couldn’t wait to gush everything that had happened to her.

On the other side of the wall, Jungkook held on his forehead with both hands for being stupid at how his silence hurt you even more. He tried to put things into perspective, carefully re-thinking his actions until he finally figured it out that is working on his communication skills better. But first, he needed to apologize.

He stood outside your room, debating whether or not he should knock on the door. Since he’s already there, he thought that he might as well just do it. Taking a long, deep breath he knocked on your door thrice and waited for you to open up.

His heartbeat pounded erratically against his chest but it halts abruptly as soon as you were standing right in front of him, “Do you need anything?” But he remained frozen and at a loss for words, “Jungkook?”

“You’re 1kwords,” your lips part in shock.

Jungkook is user abcdefghi__!

“You don’t have to say anything but just hear me out, okay?” You nodded slowly, "I don't fucking know what to tell you. Fuck, please give me a moment. I'm trying, alright? I'm really trying to remember what say. I'm trying. I'm–"

"Jungkook," you held on both of his shoulders, trying to calm him down. "It's okay, take deep breaths. I'll listen whenever you're ready."

He follows your command as you inhaled big and exhaled deeply. Mentally counting down to three while taking deep breathes a few more times, he finally returned to his senses.

“I just…I just wanted to say how sorry I am for trying to keep everything in. I should’ve known better than staying silent when I’m not the only person in this relationship,” He looks at you with big, apologetic eyes. The bags under his eyes screamed that he hadn't had proper sleep in so long.

“I know I never told you this, but I tend to overthink a lot and you were my safe space,” he admitted with a sigh. “You’ve always been a happy person, and I didn’t want to ruin that just because I was thinking of the worst things that could happen.”

“But I’m not happy if you’re not happy, Jungkook,” you croaked almost in a whisper. “I’d be happier if you slept soundly with peace of mind.”

“I’m sorry for putting you through so much humiliation and sadness, Y/N. It wasn’t my intention to humiliate you in front of thousands of people in any way. I know how stupid it was for me not to double-check. You have every right to get mad at me,” his weight shifted from side to side.

“You were the only one who supported me after I got fired from the agency, and when my parents thought that streaming was just a waste of time,” he frowned as he watched your lower lip pucker in a pout. "You believed that I can do it and I wouldn’t have done it without you."

“What happened was neither of our faults, Jungkook. That was an honest mistake,” he tilted his head back and shut his eyes tightly.

“Yeah, but I still beat myself up every single day about it. I don’t want sexist creeps commenting about my girl," he admits with closed eyes. "I guess I just felt so useless that I can only do so much in wanting to keep you safe.”

You frowned, still looking at the floor, “Jungkook…”

“We had it so good but I...I was stupid for ruining it,” his shoulders slumped as he looked at you with pitiful eyes. “You don’t have to take me back or accept my apology right away. I just wanted you to know how truly sorry I am for everything.”

When you finally looked at him, he inched closer to wipe away the tears that were streaming down your cheeks. Sniffling under his touch, your body seemed to have a mind of its own when you wrapped your arms around his torso as you sobbed against his hoodie.

Wrapping his arms around you tightly, he hushed you while kissing the top of your head, “You idiot, you had a year to speak up and you only did it now?”

Jungkook sighed, “I know, I’m sorry.”

“But I still love you,” you looked up to him with glassy eyes.

He tried to hide his smile from forming, “You do?” 

You nodded, “Always have and always will.”

“I love you, too,” He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “It’s disappointing how I couldn’t get you flowers at 3 AM”

You laughed and playfully hit his arm, “I don’t need flowers, just having you back is already enough.”

“Besides, there’s nothing we can do with what already happened. We’ll just have to move on with our lives,” the both of you looked deeply into each other's eyes – yours were puffy while his eyes were glimmering with held-back tears except this time, they were out of happiness.

He cupped your face with both hands and kissed you deeply for the first time again. It feels like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders because finally, the both of you took the first step in making your relationship better – communicating like level-headed adults.

“If I knew how liberating opening up is, I would’ve done it sooner,” he chuckled, “Thank you for giving me peace of mind even if I’m such a piece of shit. I promise to be more honest with you this time.”

Your stomach grumbling made the both of you laugh hysterically. You pulled away and avoided eye contact but he pulled you back in with a grin on his face, “Let’s go get you something to eat other than cookies”

You lifted a brow, “What’s wrong with my cookies?” 

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he shook his head, “I– uh nothing? …just a bit salty”

“Fine, I’ll work on the recipe again,” you playfully rolled your eyes.

You giggled at his effort for trying to be honest. It must’ve been a struggle for him to avoid hurting your feelings though you appreciated it nonetheless. His brows lifted ever so slightly. It had been so long since he last heard it. The way it sounded was refreshing, comforting even. It fluttered inside his chest. As he clasps your hands together, he holds them gently yet firmly. 

He can’t say how the following days will turn out for the both of you. It would probably consist of talking things through to have it out of the way so you can understand each other better. As you exchange soft, adoring gazes at one another, the only thing that matters is right now – Jungkook knows he’s finally home.

darkroom | jjk

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, vampire!au, college!au

Summary: When you somehow end up in an advanced photography class that you definitely shouldn’t be in, you seek the help of shy nerdy boy Jeon Jungkook to preserve your 4.15 GPA. It isn’t until after you stumble upon him in the darkroom that you realize your cute little nerd is actually a super hot vampire with an icy cold stare and beautiful burgundy eyes.

Word Count: 10.2k

Warnings: minimal blood (just him sucking away), sex on school property, oral (f receiving), dry humping, orgasm denial, jk has dom vibes, he's an arrogant asshole at times, mention of hemophobia, switches to jk's pov 3 times

A/N: i wrote a vampire fic for jk's bday 4 years ago, and here we are again with another vampire fic;;;; enjoy!!!

“What do you mean I can’t drop a class I never signed up for?” Your head is about to explode. You’ve been fidgeting around in the most uncomfortable chair across from your counselor for what feels like ten hours, trying to get to the bottom of why you were placed into the Advanced Photography course when you have nothing to do with photography. “There has to be a way, right?”

“Sorry, this is already an under-enrolled course, which means the whole thing will have to be canceled if you or any other student drops it.” Great, he’s forcing you to stay for the sake of your professor and classmates whom you have yet to meet. That totally won't fuck up your 4.15 GPA at all.

“Okay, but I haven’t taken the prereqs for this course, and I’m not even majoring in photography.”

“Remind me what your major is again, Miss L/N.”

“Biochemistry?” You can’t even hide your disgust at this point. What an utterly useless counselor and waste of time. “Listen, I don’t mean to be rude,” (you definitely mean to be rude), “but you’re basically setting me up for failure over a dumb mistake that I didn’t make. If I don’t get accepted into med school because of this, that’s on you, sir.”

You storm out of the counseling office and make it all the way to an empty hall in the art building before breaking down into tears. It’s not fair. You’ve worked so hard to maintain your grades in the toughest of STEM courses, but this one photography class is about to fuck you straight in the ass.

You’ve never been an artsy person, which is why you’ve always stayed far, far away from anything remotely creative. The one “artsy” course you’d been forced to take as a graduation requirement was a coding design class, and it was a pain in the ass even though you came out of it with an A. But the point is, you’re not cut out for a photography class, especially not an advanced one. And it’s shitty to know that you’re stuck in one for a whole semester.

After patting your tears away, you regroup and walk into the photography room. Your counselor was right about one thing: this course is severely under-enrolled. There are more empty seats than taken ones. You count seven other students when there are supposed to be twenty. They all seem to be chummy with one another (perhaps from all those prereqs they took together), but no one even bats an eye your way, including the professor. It would’ve been great if you were allowed to drop this class and have it canceled altogether. Every single one of these assholes would have suffered the consequences instead of you.

A minute before the first class starts, a boy scurries to the corner of the room with big round glasses and the darkest eyebags you’ve ever seen. He has the look of someone who’d spent his entire high school career staying up until 2AM to study for the SATs and never quite recovered, someone who forgoes hanging out with friends to make an essay ten pages longer than it needs to be, someone who takes on multiple internships and jobs at once, someone who cries when people undermine his hard work, someone who actually gives a shit about school and his future. 

You’d know. You have that same look, that same aura. No one looks at him, either.

Your internal 4.3 GPA detector is going off.

“Welcome to the fall semester of our Advanced Photography course,” your professor begins, looking around at all the empty seats. “Since we have a small class this semester, it’ll give everyone more space to learn and expand on their photography skills. Let’s start by having everyone introduce themselves one by one, and just give me a brief idea of your experience with photography.”

You tune out as the first person is introducing herself because you really couldn’t care less about any of the assholes who ignored you and clearly already think they're above you. They all say the same thing anyway, reminiscing about their past projects from other photography classes they’ve taken. Yeah, you’re still bitter about the prereqs.

When it’s your turn to introduce yourself, you say the first thing that comes to mind. “I take photos for a popular Instagram model slash influencer.” 

That catches their attention. It’s not a lie, either. Your 3-year-old black cat has 40,000 followers and over a dozen sponsorships with brands like Greenies, Chewy, and even your local coffee shop. Her passive income is what’s putting you through school right now. And you can’t let all her hard-earned money go to waste by failing this photography class.

“What kind of camera and equipment have you used for your Instagram photos?” your professor asks. It’s a valid question, but you hate her for asking it anyway.

“My phone,” you say in the tiniest voice. That earns you a few chuckles and plenty of eyerolls, and it kind of hurts your feelings. You want to disappear. If anyone asks who your model is, you’re going to run out of the room and drop out of school altogether. Your Instagram-famous kitty will support you financially for a while until you can secure a STEM job that can overlook your dropout status.

The only person not ridiculing you is the boy you thoroughly judged and profiled for having dark circles. He introduces himself as Jeon Jungkook, someone with a few internships and a professional photoshoot under his belt. Your 4.3 GPA detector tells you he’s being modest about his experience and achievements, though. His voice is soft, and he’s terrible at making eye contact, but something about him is comforting. Maybe it’s that his presence makes you feel as though you aren’t the only outcast in the room.

As your professor is busy lending out very expensive-looking cameras and a shit ton of equipment to each student, you investigate the camera you were given. Your lack of camera knowledge is so bad that you don’t even know how to turn it on, or if cameras like this even have power buttons. In the end, you just look like a boomer who can’t figure out how to turn off their iPhone. You’re overwhelmed by unfamiliarity while everyone else treats it like it’s second nature.

You’ve always been the one to reach out and help others in your STEM classes. But in photography, you’re the one in need of help, and you don’t know how to ask for it from people who probably don’t give a shit about you.

Oh no. You feel the tears coming back.

“So… who’s the Instagram model you take photos for?” Your back arches up like a cornered cat until your mind processes who that soft voice belongs to. You turn your head to Jungkook standing there with the round glasses and dark circles and a lot more piercings than you’d expect from someone who most likely carries a 4.3 GPA. Damn, you really need to stop profiling people like that.

“Her name is Stella.” You pull out your phone, open the app, and hand it off to your curious classmate. Showing him your collection of cat photos is only slightly less embarrassing than explaining it with words.

“She’s cute…” he says as he scrolls through the chaotic adventures of Stella the cat. His thumb pauses over a post of her loafing and blepping. The photo quality and composition might not be up to the standards of this advanced class, but at least you can say you have an adorable kitty companion on your side. “You really don’t have any other experience with camerawork?”

You shake your head. “I literally know nothing about photography, and I’m not even supposed to be in this class, but my counselor won’t let me drop it because he’s a dipshit.”

“What was the reason he gave?”

“He said if one student drops the course, the whole thing would have to be canceled due to under-enrollment as if that would guilt-trip me into staying. Not that he even gave me a choice.”

Jungkook’s big eyes spot the tear about to fall down your cheek. You blink it away as fast as you can. The last thing you want is to look pitiful in front of another classmate. School is where you’re supposed to thrive, not be defeated.

“Anyway, thank you for letting me rant.” You give the boy a half-smile as you pack the camera back into its bag. You’ll have to watch some TikTok tutorials later. Especially since your very helpful professor has just handed out your first assignment to take a photo of “something cool” and make a print in “The Darkroom,” whatever the heck that is. You’re pretty sure it has to do with the occult club, and everyone else in the room is in on the joke except for you. Because you’re the only student who didn’t have the luxury of learning about The Darkroom in the beginner-friendly photography courses. Those damn prereqs.

But maybe, with Jungkook here, you don’t have to go through this shitty class alone.

Just as you’re about to leave the photography room with all your equipment, you turn to Jungkook who also has his mouth open with something to say.

Jungkook’s POV

You were definitely about to cry. And as much as Jungkook would rather not get involved with a cuter-than-average human, you’re exactly what he’s weak to. Especially when you have that tiny sparkle in your eyes—not the sparkle from the tears but from the passion you have for school. Your counselor really screwed you over for no reason, and Jungkook just wishes you didn’t have to suffer the consequences. You don’t deserve that.

He’ll help you so you won’t have to cry anymore. All he has to do is scare that dipshit counselor a little—perhaps drain him of his blood until he agrees to wipe the class from your schedule… or he could stand in solidarity with you and threaten to drop the course as well. He’ll go with whatever seems more convincing.

“Um, Jungkook?” Shit. Your voice is so sweet like honey. He’d really like to taste you right about now. But he can’t. That would be inappropriate.

Jungkook nods slowly, still very much entranced by your beauty and innocence. He can’t even look you in the eye. If he did, you’d surely notice how red his irises are turning with lust.

“If it’s not too much trouble for you, do you think you could help me pass this class?” You look so weak and vulnerable like you’re being a bother to him for asking for help. You’re probably not used to asking others for help because you seem like the kind of person who tends to rely on herself. “A couple of study dates might be fun.”

He bites his tongue as his eyes travel down to the floor between you and him. How can he respond to that—to someone as cute as you? He doesn't hate the idea of study dates, but he can’t let himself do that. He’d get too carried away and end up hurting you. That’s what happens with most vampire-human relationships he’s heard of. Your blood probably tastes like sugar. You’d become his new addiction. As soon as he gets a taste, he won’t be able to resist you. That’s the power you hold over him.

“Or, I mean, they don’t have to be dates… I didn’t mean to assume you were single or interested in someone like me or—” You pause to study Jungkook’s face. He must be doing a horrible job of concealing his internal struggles. You probably think he’s a loser by now. “Nevermind. Forget I said anything. I’ll figure things out on my own.”

Your voice is shaky as you walk away. He needs to do something, anything to cheer you up. The thought of seeing you sad hurts more than a silver dagger to the heart.

“Y/N,” Jungkook finally speaks. “Which counselor rejected your request to drop the class? I just wanna talk.”

As you lay on your bed and stare at the empty wall, you don’t really know how to feel after leaving that cursed class. Jungkook said he’d state his intentions to drop the course to put more pressure on your counselor, which was a kind gesture. But the boy also rejected your study dates. And that might be what hurts most. It’s a reminder of why you shouldn’t ask others for help. You’re the only person you can truly rely on.

After spending the rest of the afternoon feeling sorry for yourself, you finally look into some photography tutorials and set up a mini photoshoot for your cat. She cooperates at first but leaves you with a big scratch on your cheek for taking too long and getting too close to her with the lens. Great, even your own cat hates you.

By the time you’ve captured enough pics, it’s already dark out and way later than you thought. That works out, though, because it’s unlikely that anyone else will be in The Darkroom at this hour. The last thing you want is for any of your classmates to see you struggling in there.

The campus is eerily empty and quiet at night, and it’s at times like this when you’re thankful your apartment is only a five-minute walk away. The art building is empty too, but it’s going to take more than all those premature Halloween decorations to scare you off. After all, this totally beats the awkwardness of running into your classmates.

You hum as you open the door to The Darkroom. As one would expect, The Darkroom is quite dark. The red lighting screams occult club, but maybe that’s just you and your ignorance of both photography and the supernatural. Everything is fine until you hear a few things being knocked over. You’re not alone after all.

“Sorry, I didn’t know someone was in here. I’ll come back later,” you say without seeing which classmate it is. You suppose you can kill time by doing your daily Wordle on the bench in the halls. In honor of the premature Halloween decor surrounding you, your starter word will be “blood.” But before you can make a u-turn, you hear a voice that’s both familiar and different at the same time.

“I’m done in here. You can use it.” The voice exudes confidence and mystery in a way that’s luring you in. You step inside and see two glowing eyes staring back at you. The lighting makes them look almost burgundy.

“Wait, I didn’t just crash an occult club meeting, did I?” You probably did. That’s the only logical explanation (besides the lighting) for this person’s glowing red eyes. He could be cosplaying as a vampire for all you know. Apparently everyone is celebrating Halloween early this year.

“What?” he asks with a hint of amusement in his tone.

You walk further and further into The Darkroom until you can finally see who you’re talking to.

“Oh, it’s just you.” You breathe a sigh of relief. It’s just Jungkook. If it had been a cosplayer from the occult club or anyone else from your class, you would’ve opted for Wordle in a heartbeat. “For a second, I thought the occult club was doing their thing in here.”

“Their thing?” The boy’s brow piercing lifts. It takes a second for you to notice he isn’t wearing those cute round glasses, and you almost confuse his lip ring for a fang. His hand is also covered in tattoos that you’re 99% sure weren’t there before. He looks so different in this lighting.

“You know, like summoning demons, talking to ghosts. Stuff like that,” you hum, walking around The Darkroom like you understand what any of that equipment is used for.

“Or hunting vampires?” he plays along.

“Exactly,” you laugh. God, he’s so cute and definitely your type. It’s a shame your study date idea got shot down.

As soon as you make your way back around, you catch Jungkook staring at you, almost shamelessly. It’s a lot different from how he avoided eye contact with everyone during class.

“What happened here?” He points to his cheek, mirroring the spot where Stella the cat had her big meltdown. You're surprised he can see the cut in such shitty lighting without his glasses.

“My cat lashed out at me during our mini photoshoot. Are all models such divas?” As ridiculous as it sounds, that’s the direction your life is going in right now. If you can’t get into med school because of this whole debacle, you’ll be stuck as your feisty cat’s photographer for the rest of your life.

Jungkook narrows the gap between you and him until you can see the tiniest features on his face, like the cute little dot hiding in the shadow of his lower lip. The back of your thighs hit the counter as he cups your chin in his tattooed hand. His icy touch gives you goosebumps. The Darkroom suddenly feels too small to hold the both of you, like you’ll suffocate if you stay in there. You should probably leave, but something about the boy is enticing you to stay.

“It’s dangerous, you know. Letting your cat scratch you like that,” he whispers against your cheek. Despite how cold he may be, you feel your whole face heating up with him so close to you. The fact that he’s worried about a tiny cat scratch is so fucking endearing. You didn’t know such a boy existed.

“Yeah, it’s kind of unsanitary when their litter box claws cut into our skin like that, but I’m used to it,” you shrug.

“But you’re bleeding.” Jungkook’s burgundy eyes follow your thumb as you swipe it over the scratch. The wound does still feel a bit fresh.

“A little bit of blood won’t hurt anybody. Unless they have hemophobia.” It suddenly occurs to you that the boy might not fare well at the sight of blood. “Ah shit, do you have hemophobia?” you ask with the most concerned look on your face.

The boy shakes his head. “A vampire wouldn’t last long if they were scared of blood.”

He grabs ahold of your wrist and brings your hand up to his parted lips. Your thumb grazes the metal ring around his lip and then the sharp tips of his canines. His tongue caresses your thumb until there’s no more blood for him to taste.

Your head is spinning as he lets go of your wrist. You don’t need a biochemistry degree or an occult club membership to know that the boy pinning you against the counter isn’t human. And the cutie you met earlier with the round glasses is someone much darker and more mysterious than you could’ve ever imagined.

“Are you really a vampire?” you ask, looking right into those bloodstained eyes of his. You really hope so. A vampire would be a lot more socially acceptable than, say, a demon.

“Why don’t you test your theory?” Jungkook pulls the camera out of your bag and hands it to you. “Vampires supposedly don’t show up in photos, right?”

He’s not wrong, but you aren’t trying to waste any more time with that cursed film camera. Instead, you pull out your phone and—

“Hey, no cheating.” He snatches the phone from your grip and hands you back the cursed cam. You swipe your paw at him in hopes of reclaiming your phone, but he pulls it just out of your reach. Why is he being a dick all of a sudden? You liked him better when he was all shy and cute with the round glasses. But you suppose that was just a facade to distract people from what he actually is. “I’ll help you develop your film and make your print. Unless you were planning on going to TikTok for help.”

He’s not wrong, again. You did watch at least twenty photography TikToks with your cat before coming here, and even then, you’re not super confident about pulling the whole thing off without any mistakes.

“Okay fine,” you sigh, snapping a shot without even looking through the viewfinder. For a second, the alleged vampire looks like a deer in headlights.

“You do realize the lighting is practically nonexistent in here, right?” Unimpressed, Jungkook pulls you into the photography room across the hall and turns on the light. You squint the same way your cat does when you wake her up in the middle of the night to catch the creepy crawlies in your room. “And let me make sure your camera settings aren’t all fucked up.”

Once your eyes are finally adjusted, you get a better look at the boy fixing your camera. The red in his eyes isn’t as intense now, but they’re still really pretty. His hair is all ruffled in a super sexy way as opposed to the neatly combed style he had earlier in class. And all those hand tattoos make you wonder if there’s a whole sleeve of ink hidden beneath his shirt.

If he was cute as a button before, he’s hot as hell now.

“If you’re done drooling over me, you can take the picture now.” He takes his seat in the corner of the room and rests his legs on top of the desk like a gigachad. His icy stare into the camera is the icing on the cake. Turns out he’s good at modeling too.

“I wasn’t drooling over you,” you hiss. If he teases you one more time, you’re gonna lose it.

“Sorry, I meant eye-fucking me,” he hums as if that’s less of an insult. Whatever. You have to remind yourself that this arrogant boy is the key to passing this class. You can’t get into a scrap with him now or else your 4.15 GPA is as good as gone.

When the impromptu shoot is over, you have a decent amount of film ready to be developed. Hopefully Jungkook shows up in the prints whether or not he’s a vampire because you put a lot of thought into each composition. You’d also secretly want to keep the best one for your eyes only because that boy is truly a work of art. He may or may not be your new guilty pleasure.

Back in The Darkroom, Jungkook goes through the process with you step by step. He clarifies a lot of small details that your TikToks missed, like when you ask about the parts that need to be done in total darkness vs the red safelight. And he’s actually good at explaining it in a way that appeals to your scientist brain with all the chemicals and variables involved. He’d make a fantastic professor whom you wouldn’t mind bothering during office hours.

“We’ll let the film dry overnight and do the prints tomorrow,” the boy says as he gathers up his stuff and throws his jacket back on. Tomorrow? It’s a little concerning that you didn’t know this would be a two-day process.

“So I won’t know if you’re a vampire until tomorrow?” You’d like to know asap so you can rule out demon as a possibility because demons are kind of freaky. Although you’re sure Jungkook would find a way to make demons as seductive as vampires.

“Or I can answer your question right now.” He strides over to you and presses his lips into the nape of your neck. The way he sucks on your skin is delicate enough not to leave a mark but strong enough to send a naughty little signal down to the spot between your legs. “I’m told I’m not very gentle, though.”

Rough. He’s rough. And he could be rough with you. You wish you weren’t so turned on by that thought. This handsome vampire boy is really stirring the pot in that sacred section of your brain where all your sexual fantasies are stored away.

“I can wait until tomorrow,” you say before you can change your mind. No one said it would turn into sex (except for your dirty little mind), but now you’re curious to know what vampire sex might entail. Maybe it’s better than anything you’ve experienced.

“It’s better I leave before you tempt me with your other cat scratches, anyway. Specifically the ones on your thighs,” he says, ushering you out of The Darkroom and toward the exit of the art building. You’d like to know how he knows you have cat scratches on your thighs. Either vampire noses are extremely sensitive to blood, he has x-ray vision, or he’s aware of The Feline Urge to jump into your lap and knead your thighs with those tiny little claws. 

It’s much chillier outside now than it had been when you first arrived on campus. You didn’t think to bring a jacket, so you hug your camera bag in hopes that it’ll keep you warm on your walk home.

“Humans are so weak to the cold. It’s pathetic,” the boy says as if he doesn’t have any weaknesses of his own. Garlic? Silver? You make a note to yourself to compile a list of everything vampires might be weak to as soon as you get home. But instead of walking off like you’d expected him to do, he waits around and asks if you live nearby.

Jungkook’s POV

He should’ve just kept his mouth shut and let you walk home by yourself in the dark on this chilly autumn night. That’s what any other rational vampire would have done. After all, vampires know better than to get involved with humans. It’s statistically proven that humans are safer without vampires around. By that logic, you would’ve been better off walking home alone. 

But he would never live it down if something bad happened to you on your way home. It doesn’t matter that it’s just a five-minute walk. Besides, you looked so fragile and needy the way you clung to your camera bag for warmth.

So after shedding his jacket off and throwing it over your shivering shoulders, Jungkook finds himself walking you home. The five-minute walk isn’t unpleasant, either. He learns that you’re a biochemistry major hoping to get into a good med school, though he doesn’t think it should be an issue for someone as bright as you. You also talk a lot about your cat Stella and all her little antics and how you firmly believe that black cats are good luck instead of bad. He’s never considered himself much of a cat person, but that tiny sparkle in your eye is making him reconsider everything. Maybe he’ll visit the animal shelter tomorrow (just to browse!) or spend the rest of the night watching cat TikToks.

The most intriguing part is that, even though you suspect he’s not human, you haven’t treated him any differently. Typically, when humans learn of his vampire roots, they either freak out or ask too many questions pertaining to Twilight. You, on the other hand, make him feel like less of an alien and more like a boy you have a crush on. And that’s something he hasn’t felt for as long as he can remember.

As the two of you reach the door to your apartment, you hand the jacket back to him and pause before heading in.

“Thank you for tonight,” you say in the most angelic voice. “For helping me with the assignment and walking me home and not letting me freeze.”

“No problem.” That’s not entirely true. There’s definitely one problem he can think of. Now that he knows where you live, there’s little stopping him from knocking on your door like a pathetic lost puppy whenever he’s craving your taste. He’s already struggling to control himself around you as it is. He would have bitten straight into your neck and sapped you of your sweet syrupy blood if you hadn't said you were fine with waiting to see what the prints show. Curse you and your patience.

A meow and some scratches from inside prompt you to open the door. Your eager little kitty completely ignores you and circles Jungkook like a shark. Her tail is extra bushy as she rubs her face against his leg.

“Does that mean she likes me?” he asks. He knows about cat language as much as you know about photography—not much at all.

“She likes you more than she likes me,” you say, wiping away a fake tear as you step through the doorway. “C’mon Stella, we have to let Uncle Jungkook go home now.”

Still ignoring you, Stella stretches her arms up Jungkook’s leg. He quickly picks up on the cue to lift her and cradle her like a baby. The warmth of the cat is soothing against his cold vampire body.

“She wants to come home with me.” His lips curve upward ever so slightly as the sleepy kitty purrs against his chest. If a seven-pound cat can emit this much warmth in his arms, he has much to look forward to when you and him—No, no. He shouldn’t be thinking with his cock at a wholesome time like this.

“Fine, you can be her new photographer. See if I care,” you say with a faux hmph. Two seconds later, you’re desperately trying to pry the stubborn Stella out of Jungkook’s arms. And although you eventually get the cat back, she flails around in your arms for the remainder of the farewells.

“It was nice meeting you, Stella,” Jungkook says, waving goodbye as he reverses out of your doorway and heads toward his apartment. “Oh, and Y/N, keep the vampire thing between you and me.”

“Sure, I won’t tell anyone,” you call out to him. He knew he could count on you to be a good girl. “But only if you agree to go on some study dates with me.”

Fuck. He should have known you’d put conditions on it. He already rejected your study dates once, but things have changed since then. He’d been scared of losing control and hurting you if he got too close to you, but you showed him that sparkle in your eye and now he’s committed to helping you succeed in any way possible. Even if that means going on a few study dates with you. He just has to learn how to keep his blood and sex cravings in check.

“Fine,” he says.

@jjk817263: Hey, meet me outside the art building in 20 minutes so we can finish your prints.

@fairycatstella: sorry stella isnt taking on any more sponsorship requests at this time thank you

@jjk817263: No, no. I’m not a company contacting you about a sponsorship. It’s Jeon Jungkook. From your Advanced Photography class? The one with the glasses. I helped you develop your film in the darkroom.

You burst out laughing at your phone screen. Even after the night you spent with him in The Darkroom, he really thinks you’ve forgotten about him already. He’s as awkward online as he is during class with the round glasses. Except you don’t think he’s just pretending to be awkward right now. It’s kind of cute to see him squirm.

@fairycatstella: youre seriously asking me out on our first study date by sliding into my cat’s DMs??

@jjk817263: You didn’t give me your number.

@fairycatstella: you didnt ask for it! smh

@jjk817263: Whatever. Stop calling it a study date or I’ll suck you dry🧛

@fairycatstella: you dont scare me btw

@fairycatstella: unless youre actually a demon. demons are 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️

@jjk817263: What’s wrong with demons? What’d they ever do to you?

@fairycatstella: have you ever seen demon slayer

@jjk817263: Yeah, I’ve seen some demon slayers in my days.

@fairycatstella: 👁👄👁

@fairycatstella: nvm we can watch it together on another date. it’s good but too scary to watch alone

@jjk817263: I swear if you call it a date one more time, I’ll call up all my demon buddies and you can host a watch party with them.

@fairycatstella: DATE💋

You smile to yourself like an idiot. As much as you’d like to tease him about his cute little “threats,” you have a study date to get ready for.

When you arrive on campus, you immediately spot the boy with round glasses leaning against the concrete structure just outside the art building. It’s still early in the day, which probably explains why his dark circles are so prominent. That doesn’t make him any less cute, though.

“Hey,” you say, tapping on his shoulder. He looks up from his phone and nods, barely acknowledging your existence. Wow, you can’t believe you made an effort to look cute in your corduroy dress only for him to give you the cold shoulder. Literally. You suppose that’s where the expression comes from. “Ready for our study date?”

Jungkook narrows his eyes at the taboo phrase.

“Ready to meet my demon friends? I have a lot of them, you know. And they’re always hungry. That watch party isn’t going to be so fun when you see your grocery bill,” he throws back at you. He’s serious about it, too. 

“Oh no, that’s absolutely terrifying,” you snicker. You honestly don’t care what kind of wholesome threats Jungkook comes up with next. Sounds like he wouldn’t harm a fly, like he’d catch it and release it outside instead of swatting it against the wall. So yeah. You’re going to keep calling it a study date until he completely loses it, bites you, and introduces you to the forbidden concept of angry vampire sex.

He shuts his eyes, rubs his temples, and mutters something along the lines of, “for fucks sake,” as he drags you into The Darkroom.

As soon as the two of you step inside, Jungkook removes the round glasses. His dark circles slowly start to disappear as the red deepens in his eyes. His tattoos creep onto his skin like they’re drawing themselves in. What a beautifully mysterious creature he is.

You’re suddenly reminded of something worth mentioning. “I’ve been meaning to ask why you downplay your appearance so much with other people.” Or whenever he’s not alone with you. You get that the darkness plays a role in altering a few of his physical features, but no one’s forcing him to wear those glasses.

“You mean why I look like the nerdy kid sitting on a 4.3 GPA?” It’s as if he can read your mind. Maybe that’s one of his vampire powers.

You nod, although you don’t mean it as an insult the way it came off when he said it.

“So people don’t ask me out on study dates.” He cocks his head with a smirk. Oh boy, he really knows how hot he is and how many people would ask him out if he looked like this all the time. He’s like the opposite of a catfish, except his “nerdy kid sitting on a 4.3 GPA” look was still cute enough to bait you into asking him out.

“What do you have against dates?” 

He shrugs. As much as he likes to complain about study dates, he’s pretty quiet now. 

Ah, shit. Maybe he’s aromantic and you overstepped. Or maybe he’s just not interested in you. Fuck.

To fill the silence, you start on the next steps in making your prints, whatever those might be. You must look like a lost lamb because you’re pacing back and forth holding things and not knowing what to do with them. Thankfully, the boy steps in to guide you the rest of the way. Crisis avoided.

As your first print sits in the developer solution, you watch the shape of the boy’s body fade onto the page—his hands clasped behind his head, his legs propped up on the desk, and his gorgeous eyes that still pierce through you in black and white. You should’ve guessed he’d show up in the print, considering you did see him in the tiny negatives that developed last night. Still, it’s not like you knew at which point vampires were supposed to magically disappear in the photography process.

Does that mean he’s not a vampire after all?

“Still drooling over me, huh?” Jungkook says as he monitors his own print soaking in the solution. His photo looks like a small pond, but it’s hard to make out anything beyond that until it develops more. “Don’t forget to move the print to the next solution.”

You do as you’re told and move your print into the stop bath. Perhaps you’re a little biased, but your photo of the boy looks like it’s coming out pretty well, composition and all. Or maybe he’s just handsome enough to make any lackluster photo into something extraordinary. It’s probably a mix of both.

After letting your print sit in the stop bath and fixer solutions, you admire the finished product of your first attempt at traditional photography. Okay, yes, Jeon Jungkook is really, really hot, and he photographs well. You’ve already established that fifty times by now. But you’re also proud that you made some creative decisions and didn’t fuck it up the way you’d been half expecting. Maybe this advanced photography class won’t be the bane of your existence after all. And at the very least, you’ll come out of this class with some eye candy decor to liven up your minimalist bedroom.

“The whole thing about vampires and photos is just a myth, you know.” Jungkook walks over to your station and points at himself on your print. “I can confirm that this guy you’re drooling over is really a vampire.”

You nod, relieved that he’s not an evil demon prince or anything scary like that. At this point, it would’ve been a bit of a letdown if it turned out he wasn’t a vampire. It also puts your mind at ease to know there’s some sort of explanation for his fetish with your cat scratches, even if it’s not a scientific one.

The thought of vampire sex doesn’t even cross your mind. Until it does. For some reason, you imagine that cute boy with the round glasses losing himself in a desperate lust and longing for your body after getting the tiniest taste of your blood. You hope he’s as rough as they say he is.

To distract yourself from those wildly inappropriate thoughts, you look through your strips of film for more photos to print. You pick the one you took of your cat just before she pounced at you and another of the vampire that focuses on the details of his hand tattoos.

While you process those prints one by one, you examine Jungkook’s completed pond print. It gives off quiet, cozy vibes with a family of ducks out for a swim and a couple sitting in the grass with their sketchbooks out. How do you know they’re a couple? You don’t, but that’s the assumption from the onlooker's point of view. And it’s a tender moment that you wouldn’t expect from a guy who acts like dates are taboo.

“This might be a dumb question, but can vampires feel things in a romantic sense?” You really hope the question doesn’t come off as insensitive in any way. But you’re curious to know more. After all, he’s still very much a mystery to you.

Jungkook nods. “Unfortunately, yeah. We can feel whatever humans feel. Less of some things, like the cold. And more of other things.”

Heartbreak. You wonder if heartbreak is to blame for his dark response to your question and his distaste for dates.

“You asked what I have against dates,” he continues as you move your cat print from one solution to the next. “I don’t have anything against them. I just avoid them to avoid feeling certain feelings.”

“You don’t want to feel romantic feelings?” You finish the cat print and start on the one with Jungkook’s hand tattoos. 

“It’s complicated for vampires.” He frowns at your cat print. It’s a cute pic of Stella’s dilated pupils, but the blurriness isn’t going to work for your assignment. You suppose you’ll just hang it up next to your eye candy decor. “And it’s especially complicated when said vampires let themselves fall for humans. You look like the kind of person who’s seen all the Twilight movies ten times, but you don’t need to be a diehard fan to realize the consequences of that sort of relationship.”

Perhaps he’s afraid of endangering the human he falls in love with. You don’t exactly know how much self-control vampires have over their lust for blood, but regardless, it’s in their nature to prey on humans. By avoiding close interactions with humans (ie. your bothersome study dates), nobody catches feelings, and nobody gets hurt. If you had to guess, that’s the reason why Jungkook tries to be so distant and cold with you. Because if he outright hated you, he wouldn’t waste his time guiding you through the basics of photography.

“First of all, how dare you profile me and assume I’ve watched the Twilight movies ten times.” You’ve actually seen them over twenty times each, but who’s counting? “Second of all, is the Volturi coming for us? Don’t answer that. And lastly, does a relationship really have to be off the table for you?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “It’s situational.”

That’s true. You can’t always control how you feel or who you fall in love with, no matter how hard you try not to. But that’s all you really needed to hear from him—assurance that he’d give love a chance if that’s where his heart’s pointing him.

“Anyway,” he says, clearly ready to change the topic. You barely hear him because you’re busy humming away as you pull your last print from the fixer solution. “You look awfully happy making all those prints.”

“I think I finally got the hang of it.” You glance at the hand tattoo print and decide to submit that one for the class assignment. You captured the details of his tattoos pretty well, and the exposure is just right. It also helps that Jungkook’s face is out of frame so that your classmates can’t start any rumors. Mission accomplished.

“Weren’t you crying just yesterday about not being able to drop this class?” he teases you. You knew it. He’d seen the tears you tried to blink away, he’d heard your cry for help when you ranted to him about your dipshit counselor, and he did what he could to help you find your footing again after you’d hit rock bottom.

“That was before you agreed to my study dates,” you remind him. “Before you helped me realize I’m not actually terrible at photography.”

“So you’re saying I threatened your counselor into letting you drop the class for nothing?”

“You got him to change his mind?” Your eyes widen. Who would’ve thought that worthless counselor would have a change of heart. “What’d you threaten him with? A tea party with the boys?”

“The boys?”

“Your hungry demon buddies, obviously. I’m sure they’d love some biscuits and scones.”

“They prefer meat, actually. The expensive kind,” he plays along to your banter. “Are you taking notes for your grocery run before the big watch party?”

As much as you’d love to conquer your fear of demons, you don’t want a big watch party. You want it to be just you and him—a party of two that involves minimal watching and lots of touching.

“Well, regardless of your method, thank you for dealing with that headache of a counselor for my sake,” you say. He didn’t have to do that for you nor did he have to teach you everything you know about photography. But he did, and that means the world to you. He might act all cold and arrogant sometimes, but you know he’s still as caring as the bespectacled cutie you first met in class. 

“So what’s the verdict? Are you gonna drop the class or stick around?”

“I would have dropped it,” you start off. If not for a certain vampire, you’d be running down to the counseling office as fast as you can to banish that class from your schedule. But since Jungkook’s willing to keep up these study dates for the rest of the semester, you’d like to think you can pass the class without jeopardizing your chances of getting into a good med school. You’re sure your cat’s influencer status will also benefit from all the photo tips and tricks you’ll learn along the way. “But right now, you’re giving me every reason to stay.”

“Good.” He eyes you up and down, more so out of admiration than lust. Looks like your efforts to look cute are paying off after all. “You’re the only one I can tolerate in that class.”

“Aww, you’d be lonely without me?” you tease with a big fat smile on your face.

“I didn’t say that.” Deny, deny, deny. You don’t buy it anyway. “It’d be a lot more boring, though. That’s for sure.”

Jungkook steps closer until you can feel the chill of his body robbing you of your warmth. He pulls the prints out of your hands and tosses them aside onto the counter behind you. With your hands now free to roam, you slide them up to his neck and comb them through the stubborn tuft of hair sticking up. His eyes are the reddest you’ve seen them. That’s not all, though. Under the red lights, everything feels more intense—the intimacy, the temptation, and the kind of danger you aren’t afraid to explore.

He slips the strap of your dress off your shoulder and strokes his thumb against a sensitive spot along the nape of your neck. The chills you get from his cold touch fuel the heat down below, right between your legs. You’re curious to know how good it’d feel to have his icy fingers all over your hot little pussy. Amazing, probably.

You feel something sharp and jagged graze your skin like a cat claw when Stella paws you politely for attention. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s also not cutting into your skin at all. The boy pulls back for a second to hold your gaze.

“It’ll hurt a lot more than a cat scratch, you know.”

“More than a cat bite, too?”

“Yes.”

“More than a lip piercing?”

“Yes.”

“More than a tat—”

“Y/N,” he puts an end to your rambling. You only shut up because you like the way it sounds when he says your name. “It’s painful, and I’m not just saying that to scare you. I won’t do it if—”

“I’ll be okay,” you assure him. You may or may not have cried once when your cat bit your toe in her teething days, but he doesn’t need to know that. The last thing you want to do is chase away the boy who’d avoided close human interactions up until this point.

He nods before spinning you around and pinning you against the counter with your ass facing him. You tilt your head to the side and let him grope one of your breasts from behind as he finds that sweet spot on your neck once more. Your grip around his arm tightens in anticipation.

Before you know it, all you feel is a rush of pain. The kind of pain you’d imagine if your cat evolved into a saber-toothed tiger and made you her next meal. You can’t tell if it’s his fangs sinking deeper into your skin or the rapid draining of your blood that hurts more. The boy bites down harder, and a whimper escapes your throat against your will. This one feels more like an injection with the fattest needle the doctor can find. A different sensation from pain quickly invades your body. It’s burning with intensity.

The two holes in your neck suddenly feel hollow as the boy pulls back to check on you. You look over your shoulder. His eyes are wide with concern, and his lips are beautifully plump and drenched in your blood. It looks more like a sweet strawberry glaze. Is it bad that you want him to kiss you with those lips?

“You okay?” He wipes the blood from his mouth and licks it off his thumb before it can drip down his chin. His tongue cleans up your neck as well. To your surprise, the pain vanishes, or maybe you’re just numb to it. 

You nod. You might not have been okay a few seconds ago, but you are now. Your body just feels hot. Really hot. Like if Jungkook doesn’t get you out of your dress right now, you’re going to lose it. 

You spin around to face him and press your body against his. Your fists cling to his black crewneck, your eyes beg for him to undress you, your body aches to be touched.

Finally, the boy takes a hint and slips your body out of the dress. He lifts you onto the counter and stares at you in your cutest lingerie, perhaps plotting where he might bite you next. Before he can think too much about it, you throw your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

His lips collide with yours. Your tongue gets tangled with his. It’s messy, dirty, loud, but you love every second of it. Not even the hint of blood you taste can spoil the moment.

“Mm, you're driving me mad, Jeon,” you whisper down his throat as you start grinding against his crotch. That big bulge in his pant has been tempting you for far too long. You wonder if anyone’s ever been kicked out of photography class for having sex in The Darkroom. Thankfully, there’s a lock so no one can walk in while you’re being fucked on top of the counter… or while negatives and prints are being developed.

You feel his hands sneak down from your waist. The tips of his fingers loop around your panties and slip them off your booty with such finesse. You’re ready to return the favor by freeing what you assume is a nice and swollen vampire cock trapped in his tight jeans, but he keeps on going with his own agenda. You’re not complaining.

He lifts one of your legs and leaves a trail of eager kisses up your inner thigh. His lips are so soft that you almost forget about his fangs. He could very easily bite you again, but he doesn’t.

As his lips get closer to your center, you can’t stop thinking about how desperately you need his tongue to soothe the unbearable ache between your legs. You haven’t even been touched yet, but you already tell that you won’t last long.

Before he goes in for a taste, he glances up at you helplessly pleading with your eyes for him to start pleasuring you already. Your face is so flushed with heat and sex, and it’s apparently distracting enough for Jungkook to stare at for a good minute instead of touching you.

Impatient and frustrated, you move your own hand down, but you’re immediately caught. He holds your wrist with a firm grip and gives you a devilish smirk. “I want to watch you squirm some more for me.”

You knew it. He gets a real kick out of torturing you in such an aroused state. You whine like a hungry little kitten as you roll your hips out of desperation, but there’s nothing to grind against, nothing to rub away your thirst for raw and rough sex. You’re so powerless.

“Good girl.” Pleased with your behavior, the vampire licks his thumb and strokes you once between your wet folds. You cry out in pleasure with your head thrown back and almost come on the spot. That’s how well your body responds to his touch and the sound of his voice.

“More,” you beg. You’re back to square one with nothing but a soaked pussy that isn’t being tended to. Who knows how long he intends to keep toying with you like this. “Please, more.”

He throws both of your thighs over his shoulders and pulls you in by the ass until he’s got the perfect view of your poor little pussy all drenched in your own lust. You don’t think you’ve ever been this wet in your entire life. 

You admittedly have a kink for guys eating you out, but all the other guys you’ve slept with had to be convinced to test the waters (they were shitty), and a few of them didn’t even bother hiding their lack of enthusiasm (they were shittier). So the fact that Jungkook’s mouth naturally gravitates down there is not only a pleasant surprise but also a huge turn-on. You wonder if he somehow picked up on that kink of yours, or if it’s a byproduct of being a vampire who lusts after the taste of his lover.

Without warning, his tongue presses into you and flirts with that swollen aching bud of yours. You grab a fistful of the boy’s hair the way you’d be clawing bedsheets if the two of you weren’t stuck doing it on campus. God, he must be so fucking good in bed where no one has to worry about knocking over expensive photo equipment or spilling chemicals out of the trays neither of you bothered emptying before things got physical.

The first time he sucks your clit between his lips, the raw and filthy moan you let out is comparable to the moans you usually reserve for the best orgasms. That’s how fucking good his mouth feels. Hopefully, the walls can block sound as effectively as they block light.

“Don’t come yet,” he warns, still very much into your pretty little pussy. You nod submissively even though he’s far too invested in eating you out to look up. There’s something so charming about a guy who likes giving oral as much as he likes being the dominant one. Jungkook clearly knows how to do both.

You really start to come undone when he feasts on your clit like a lollipop, working his tongue and sucking at the same time. It must be the best lollipop in the world because he’s really going at it with impassioned moans and groans of his own. Hearing him enjoy it only brings you closer to hitting your high. Your eyes roll back and your lewd sounds keep leaking out of you like a broken record, as if your body has completely surrendered to the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Fuck, Jungkook, please, I—”

There’s a knock at the door.

Your whole body stiffens. You’ve never been interrupted during sex. What do people normally do? You’d ask Jungkook, but he’s still busy with your lower half.  And he obviously knows there’s someone waiting outside because he snorts at the muffled gasp you almost fail to contain.

“Um, we’ll be out in a minute, sorry,” you call out in as steady of a voice as you can manage while on the verge of coming.

A second later, the boy finishes you off with a soft and sneaky bite and a whole lot of tongue to help you ride out your orgasm. It’s probably the only vampire bite that’s all pleasure and no pain. You wish all of them could be like that.

Your sex sounds would have been much louder and filthier if someone wasn’t waiting on the other side of the door, but the soft whimpering you do isn’t exactly wholesome either. Even after the pleasure fades, you need to take a moment to catch your breath and come back down to reality. 

Jungkook does the same, dropping your legs from his shoulders and licking your creamy lust off his lips. He waits at the door for you to straighten up and slip your dress back on since you were the only one on the receiving end. It’s an absolute tragedy that his cock didn’t get any action, but you’re hopeful there will be a next time.

“Would you have kept going?” you ask after the two of you escape The Darkroom. He’s walking you home without even offering.

“Did it seem like I was done with you?” He narrows his eyes at your ignorance.

“No… but I mean, how much longer were you going to make me wait?” If you had to guess, you’d say he had another solid twenty minutes in him. After all, he was savoring every bit of your taste.

“That’s for you to find out next time,” he says so nonchalantly. So there definitely will be a next time. Good to know. Now you have time to mentally prepare for the long and delicious torture ahead. “You’re gonna wish someone interrupts us again.”

Sounds promising.

Jungkook’s POV

“Hey, can I tell you a secret?” you ask him with that dang sparkle in your eye. He nods, of course. “I think I enjoyed our quickie in The Darkroom more than any sex I’ve had in the bedroom.”

That’s because vampire fangs contain a special venom that temporarily enhances the sexual urges and pleasures of the humans they bite. Apparently, it brings their pleasure up to the same intensity that vampires feel (aka a lot more than the average human).

The problem is that Jungkook doesn’t know how to bring it up to you. You clearly didn’t handle the bite all that well, and he doesn’t want to sound like he’s just pressuring you into giving him your blood in exchange for a better sexual experience.

“Do the Twilight vampires have any special venom?” he asks.

“It turns humans into vampires, I think,” you shrug. “Why? Are you planning on turning me into a vampire?”

“No, no,” he waves off your valid accusation. That’s a loaded question for some other time. “The venom I injected you with—”

“You injected me with venom?”

“Yeah, but it’s harmless… kind of.” He’s digging himself into a hole. It’s probably better to just be frank. “It’s like a sex enhancer so humans can feel the same level of pleasure as us.”

“Oh.” You purse your lips in thought. Your duck face is quite adorable. “Is that why I felt so hot after you bit me?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “I should’ve told you soon—”

“Wait, so are you actually bad at giving oral, but I just enjoyed it because of the sex venom?” Another valid (but rude) accusation. He can tell you’re just messing with him, though. You do this cute little nose scrunch thing whenever you’re being flirty.

“Fine, I won’t bite you next time.” All this talk about a next time. Hopefully you want a next time as much as he does. He’s already yearning for your body to be his again. “Then you can tell me how much you hate it while your wet little pussy rubs itself against my tongue and—”

“Okay, I get it. You’re a good lay with or without the sex venom,” you snicker. The way you keep referring to it as “the sex venom” is so endearing for no reason. Everything you do at this point is charming the fuck out of him. That’s how bad he has it for you, though he’d never outright admit it.

When the two of you arrive at your doorstep, Jungkook waits for you to pull out your keys and say goodbye. But instead, you stand there and blink at him. He blinks back.

“Do vampires need to be invited in?” You sound so shy all of a sudden. Maybe you like his company. Maybe you want someone to cuddle up to while watching that demon thing you won’t shut up about.

“Is that your way of inviting me in?”

“We could watch Demon Slayer?” you suggest as you open the door and usher him in. He still has no idea what Demon Slayer is, but he’ll watch it with you if it means you’ll never lose that mischievous little sparkle in your eye. 

Jungkook nods. He’s starting to feel like what the kids these days call a “simp.” Except, the things he does for you are unconditional. He’s never looking for anything in return, not when he talked your counselor into letting you drop the class, nor when he decided to help you out in the darkroom. The only thing he’s made you promise is to keep the vampire thing a secret. And that just comes with the territory.

“Don’t invite your demon friends, though.” You throw your arms over his shoulders and give him a nice long kiss. God, he loves how good you taste. Kisses aren’t supposed to be sweeter than blood, but yours are. “I want you all to myself.”

He carries you to the bedroom, plays with your cat, and decides that Inosuke is his favorite Demon Slayer character. He even helps you hang up your new wall decor even though it makes him feel like he’s your new celebrity crush. 

But his favorite part is the way you run your little fingers across his cold skin, the way you trace his tattoos and say you want one too, and the warmth you radiate when you’re with him.

happy birthday loser; jjk x reader; 18+

summary: after three years of simping over your roommate, you give him one hell of a birthday celebration. idiots to lovers pwp oneshot. literally zero plot

warnings: explicit smut, mutual thirsting, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting, loud filthy (unprotected) sex. wrap before u tap

a/n: happy birthday jungkook! this is my first oneshot in 4+ years so be gentle w me please, usually i prefer to write series but i wanted to challenge myself and ofc write something special for everybody's favourite maknae's birthday. enjoy!

word count: 8k

On Thursdays you cook burgers for dinner.

But today isn’t just a regular Thursday.

It’s your roommates birthday, his twenty-fifth to be exact, so when you ventured to the grocery store last night you were sure to pick up the ingredients for his favourite meal in preparation for tonight. Samgyeopsal.

Pork belly is his favourite meat, you’ve been subjected to many a conversation about how tasty he finds it, how it’s the right balance of protein and fat, how it goes with anything, how he likes to wrap the succulent meat in lettuce leaves before submerging it into sauce and shoving it into his mouth.

It’s his favourite food without a shadow of a doubt. And so you’ve taken it upon yourself to cook it for him on his birthday. He is your favourite person after all, without a shadow of a doubt.

Jungkook moved in with you three years ago, at a very dark time in your life when you were wallowing in your post-breakup blues. You initially met the triple threat of tall, dark and handsome Jungkook at an open mic night when he struck up a conversation with you at the local bar.

As if being gorgeous isn’t enough, he’s a very talented singer and guitarist too, he and his grungy rock band like to play at bars and clubs on weekends. When he’s not busy at his nine to five as a software engineer, where he’s due to be leaving any minute now.

The more you got to know him you quickly realised he’s somewhat of a loser. Not a loser in the sense of having no friends and nothing significantly interesting about him – not in the slightest. Jungkook is a loser in the sense that he’s extremely introverted, painfully so, and lacks social skills.

He prefers to stay home after a gig, he doesn’t care for parties or girls or even much alcohol. He loves the quiet life, spending most evenings glued to his laptop to play videogames or sat beside you on the sofa binging something on Netflix. When he's not running his expert fingers over the nooks and crannies of his guitar.

Truthfully you’ve been kind of infatuated with him for a while now, he’s just so endearing and rib-shatteringly hilarious without even trying. It’s hard not to fall for him. His smile is earth-shatteringly perfect, his touch more so. You are but a woman after all, and a woman has needs and desires just like everybody else.

Jungkook being what you both need and desire daily.

At the time you met him a relationship was the last thing on your mind. Him moving into your spare bedroom was just a way to make up the rent and bill money your ex-boyfriend used to pay. But now you’re three years single save for the very occasional one night stand and Jungkook has never looked more appealing.

Maybe it’s the way he helps you reach snacks on the highest shelf when your tiptoes fail you. Perhaps it has a little something to do with the sweet melodies that flow from his pierced lips, flooding the apartment whenever he showers. It could be the fact he likes to ‘air-dry’ and parades around the place wearing nothing but a damp towel after said showers. Or it might have something to do with the way the supple skin beneath his big brown doe-eyes crinkles when he smiles.

But maybe, maybe, it’s because he’s everything you never realised you were looking for – until it quite literally showed up on your doorstep and moved in.

Okay so maybe you’re down bad for your roommate, but who in their right mind wouldn’t be? If you had to pick one word to describe Jungkook it would be… Perfect, handsome, funny, sweet, sentimental, ripped, gorgeous, talented. Any of those work just fine, it would be an insult to simply pick just one.

One of the many perks about living with Jungkook is that you’re both organised messy people, sure there’s some clutter here and there throughout the apartment but you both know damn sure what junk is where. Your personalities match, you don’t make the rules, they just do. All your friends say it, as do his friends. You'd be a show-stopping couple for sure.

It’s just that well… The man is somewhat emotionally constipated, can’t smell what’s right under his nose no matter how many hints you’ve given. Like a nose-blind lion on the prowl, there's a willing zebra right here, but he hasn't seemed to notice.

Wearing low-cut shirts at dinner, skirts that are a little too short, always making sure your makeup is clean and dewy looking even when wearing sweats. The innocent flirting that’s nowhere near innocent on your end. You shower him with compliments on the daily, being sure you don't appear too indifferent or nonchalant about it. You mean every compliment you've ever given him.

You like him, but you didn’t realise how frustrating that would prove to be giving his obliviousness.

But that all ends tonight.

You’re wearing a simple black slip dress, the smooth fabric ending just below the curve of your ass and the straps are so dainty that he’s bound to notice your exposed cleavage. Maybe even the lace trim of your sheer bra too, complete with a matching thong of course.

It’s not uncommon for you to get dressed up randomly, even before Jungkook moved in, you’ve always liked making an effort and looking pretty. It makes you feel good, confident even. You even went as far as to shave today, ensuring you're extra smooth, yknow just in case.

It's been a whole eleven months since you invited a guy back here, and the outcome was less than satisfying. Much like all your sexual endeavours, he got his and all you got was the ick. You haven’t seen the guy since.

It’s been a hot minute since Jungkook invited a girl back here too, maybe even over a year now. The way your roommate likes to saunter around half-dressed with long, messy brunette hair and a wicked smile has always affected you, made your mouth dry and your panties damp. Truthfully you don’t understand how a guy like that is single, well maybe it's because he doesn’t appear to have a radar for women, but you’re grateful nonetheless.

Black helium balloons fill your lounge, the big ‘25’ being the most obvious. You’ve spent the day mentally preparing for this, you want to show him how much you appreciate everything he does for you and celebrate his birthday properly. From him always prepping extra breakfast in the mornings just to make sure you’ve eaten, to his inked fingertips giving you back massages when you’ve hit the gym a little too hard. He’s usually the one to cook dinner most nights, so tonight you want to return the favour with a smile.

You’re just about to start prepping dinner when the unmistakable sound of his key in the door sends a rush of excitement through you. He’s home.

“Hey loser.” Jungkook’s voice is casual when he slips into the apartment, you’re too busy reapplying lip gloss to get a good look at him just yet.

“Good evening.” You chuckle, clamping the handheld mirror shut and sliding it into a kitchen draw.

You don’t know when it started, nor who started it. But the two of you like to use the term loser as a term of… almost endearment. It’s an inside joke between you both, friends and family members often gasp at the nickname you have for each other but for you? The word loser started to make your heart flutter and squeeze a long time ago. Finally you peer to the doorway and acknowledge him with a kind smile, one he’s reciprocating already.

“Happy birthday loser.”

As always he looks good enough to eat. His chiselled yet soft features, tanned skin, the little beauty mark nestled just beneath those very inviting lips of his. The muscles that threaten to tear through the fabric of his clothes. The tattoos that peak out from his sleeve cuffs. The piercings, his long dark hair that parts in the middle and frames those very handsome, genetic lottery winning features of his. You fight a teenage-like sigh, just looking at him is enough to make your heart race.

“What’s all this..?” His eyes scan the room as he shimmies out of his blazer, leaving him in a black shirt tucked into slacks of the same colour. His favourite colour is black, almost everything he owns is black, hence the fitting colour of the birthday decorations. “Are you making pork?” His angled chin tips in your direction, lazy footsteps bringing him closer.

“Mhm.” You nod, suppressing a grin, “You like pork belly, right? I thought it was your favourite.”

He’s nodding along to the sound of your voice, still smiling, “No I do, it is. It’s just we usually have burgers on a Thursday.”

“Ahh, but today isn’t just Thursday,” You remind him with a mischievous wink, “It’s your birthday, Thursday the 1st of September.”

“Congratulations you know how to read my drivers license.” Jungkook snorts when he props himself onto the kitchen countertop, next to your little workstation, “You look nice.”

“Thank you.”

“You didn’t have to do all this yknow.”

“I wanted to.” You hum, turning on the stove.

“But what if I already have plans to celebrate my birthday?” His pierced brow quirks, the silver barbel glimmering beneath the harsh kitchen lighting.

You tut, fighting the urge to roll your eyes when you glare at him and see his nose is already scrunched playfully, “Do you have plans?”

“Looks like I do now!” He claps, taking a beat before cocking his head to one side, his features softening upon watching you cook, “Thank you Y/N.”

Looking him dead in the eye you offer a genuine smile, “Anytime.”

“Would you be offended if I showered before we ate? The AC at work broke and this shirt feels sticky.” He sighs, cracking his neck.

“Why would I be offended?” A light puff of air rips from your nostrils when he fails to respond, his features blanketed with uncertainty and confusion. He really is emotionally constipated.

“No, I wouldn’t be offended loser. Go shower.” You’re giggling, shaking your head in disbelief, “It’ll be ready by the time you’re finished.”

“You’re the best!” He hops off the counter, making sure to spank your ass before skipping into the bathroom. “Happy birthday to me indeed.” He chuckles, winking in your direction before he closes the door behind him.

It’s always like this, the playful flirts and touches, but you crave something more. You want him to shove his tongue so far down your throat he could eat you out at the same time. You want to feel his tattooed hands to explore every square inch of your body while he fucks you into oblivion. The thought alone is enough to frustrate you.

Maybe you should just hop on top of him one night in front of the TV. Sometimes you do sit on his thighs, his ridiculously strong thighs, if there’s a lack of seating. You sigh dramatically, mentally debating whether the large sofa would fit through the window. If there’s nowhere to sit you’d have to sit on him. Problem solved. All you have to do is throw the fucking sofa out the window and pray he takes the hint. Easy enough.

The sizzling meat in the pan is interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening, revealing a cloud of steam and a shirtless Jungkook, tattoos and muscles displayed in all their glory. He’s wearing nothing but Calvin Klein boxer shorts, grey ones, that leave fuck all to the imagination.

“Forgot my towel.” He chuckles awkwardly, briefly heading into his bedroom to retrieve said towel. That damn white towel. What would he do if there were no towel? Walk around bare-ass with his dick on show? Maybe you could throw the towel out the window instead, it would be much easier than the sofa.

“You okay?” Jungkook’s presence startles you, he’s right next to you with furrowed brows and his stupidly muscular arms crossed over his chest, towel draped on his shoulder. “You zoned out again, thinking about anything good?” He’s laughing, wetting his lips between smiles.

Your gaze flickers to the bumps of his toned abdomen before settling on his face, he’s smiling brightly at you, seemingly unaware of the carnal desire you have to pin him to the kitchen floor and mount him right now.

“I’m fine, go get your shower.” You act indifferent, prompting a quiet, unconvinced ‘oookay’ from your roommate before he’s gone again.

You’re genuinely entertaining the idea of throwing out, no wait burning that sofa now, Jungkook’s thighs have always been way comfier anyway.

Interestingly enough the timing of his shower is perfect, you’re plating up dinner on the coffee table when he’s finished. Making sure to grab a bottle of soju from the cupboard, he’s not much of a drinker but you figure it is his birthday after all. Dragging two plump cushions from the sofa you’ve suddenly grown a strong hatred toward, you sit on one, leaving the other free for the birthday boy himself.

“Oh my god this smells great,” Jungkook comically inhales until his chest, his bare chest, is full of air. “Have you watched those 365 days movies? Someone at work recommended them to me earlier.” He says nonchalantly while sitting next to you, only wearing that damn white towel over his hips. The scent of his coconut bodywash clings to his beefy frame and floods your senses.

“The sex movies?” You laugh, handing him chopsticks all while trying to keep your gaze on his face. Somewhat a difficult challenge considering he's half naked. Again. “I’ve heard they’re really graphic with basically no plot, just steamy sex scenes, bad accents and a hot guy with tattoos.”

“Ah, you do like a man with tattoos.” He sniffs, fingertips lingering on yours while he grips the utensils, “Well since it’s my birthday I say we watch them. Seokjin at work said they're pretty good.”

“Okay,” You shrug, “But since when do you know about what kind of man I like?”

At this Jungkook grins, finding the remote and switching on Netflix, “You’ve only ever brought two guys back here since I moved in, both had tattoos. It’s a reasonable assumption to make.”

“Valid.” You’re nodding, beginning to tuck into the food, “I guess I do like men with tattoos, yeah.”

“Yeah?” He asks, gently elbowing your side. When you glance at him he’s smiling, wiggling his thick eyebrows animatedly while gesturing to his dark sleeve tattoo. “I’m a man with tattoos.”

“That you are.” You wink, praying to every higher power that one of these days he's going to acknowledge you're a woman. A woman with a vagina. A vagina that needs stuffing immediately.

“Shit Y/N this is amazing,” Jungkook’s frowning while he chews, a crystal clear sign that he’s enjoying the food you’ve made, “You should cook this more often, so much better than burgers. Fuck,” He moans, dark lashes dusting his face when he squeezes his eyes shut, “So good. So fucking good. Best birthday meal ever.”

This is how most of your nights together are spent, sat witching TV on the floor while eating dinner and enjoying each other’s company. You’re coming to the end of your meal when the first sex scene in the movie starts playing, well, okay not really. The characters aren’t having sex but she’s tied up to the bed watching someone else suck off the sexy guy with tattoos. Your brows are hiked up your forehead, eyes wide, this is not where you thought the plot was going.

“Would you ever do anything like that?” Your roommate asks with his last mouthful of food, watching the TV while running a hand through his damp long hair, “Maybe not the kidnapping part but would you ever wanna watch someone have sex?”

“Nah,” You shake your head, “Not for me. What about you?”

“For sure.” He affirms with a nod, still staring at the screen, “But I’d rather be watched than be the one watching. Especially if I was into the girl, I’m way too jealous for shit like that.”

Ignoring the way his response sends a shiver down your spine you swallow your food, “Aren’t you a little socially awkward to put yourself in that kind of situation? No offence.”

“None taken, I am an awkward guy,” He snorts, “But I don’t know, the idea of someone seeing me absolutely destroy someone kinda gets me going… I like the idea of being watched. Don’t you have anything like that?”

You gulp, “Like what?”

“Any kinks or fantasies.”

“I guess so… Doesn’t everybody?”

At this Jungkook takes it upon himself to pause the movie, giving you his full, undivided attention, “Tell me some.”

“Jungkook…” Your sigh shifts into an awkward giggle, truthfully he is your fantasy. And that towel doesn’t leave much to your imagination, if anything at all. But it doesn’t take you long to crumble, “Okay fine, what do you wanna know?”

“Where would you most like to have sex?” He’s smirking, hooded eyes boring into the depths of your soul, “Anywhere in the world, go.”

“Hmm… I don’t know actually, I’ve never thought about it. What about you?”

“My bed.”

You deadpan, a single brow quirked, “Your bed?”

“It’s comfy, it smells nice, and I can go to sleep after without worrying about getting home since I’m already here. Of course my bed is the number one choice.” He’s looking at you as though you’re stupid, as though his answer is obvious when he scoffs.

“Okay… that’s fair enough.”

Jungkook’s watching you closely, and you swear you see his vision drop to your chest for a millisecond before settling back on your eyes, “What would your ideal guy do to you in bed?”

Sucking in a breath of air you’re already nodding, “Easy. The ideal guy isn’t selfish and knows how to make me come, maybe even squirt. No guys ever made me do either. Your turn.”

“None of the guys you’ve slept with have made you come? What the fuck! Um-, okay…” He licks his teeth before making noises akin to car turning lights, emphasising his thoughts, “The ideal woman is bossy, not dominant but knows what she wants and tells me how to do it. I like vocal women, women who aren’t scared of their own voice. Plus the ideal can actually ride me, the amount of women that give up after four bounces is kinda disappointing.”

Suddenly your mouth feels very dry, prompting you to swallow nothing. Thankfully you’ve never heard Jungkook having sex, there’s been a couple of times you’ve heard heavy breathing and little whimpers from his bedroom but it’s always when he’s alone in there. Guys masturbate, it would be unreasonable to expect him not to do it when you’re home. Plus you’ve definitely gotten yourself off while he’s slept in the next room, you have zero room to talk.

“Really? Four bounces?” Your voice betrays you slightly, wavering with curiosity.

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong I don’t mind doing all the work, it’s just annoying when they talk a big game and put in minimal effort. Just be upfront about wanting me to be in charge, you know? I like being in charge it’s no big deal.”

You’re shaking your head, frowning with an uncertain smile, “Then what are you complaining about?”

At this the birthday boy sighs exasperatedly, as though you’re missing the point, “It’s just annoying isn’t it? When you think somethings gonna go a certain way and then it doesn’t…”

“Tell me about it.” You snort, pouring two shots of peach soju.

“Okay,” Jungkook takes the shot of soju, snapping his fingers excitedly, seemingly unphased by the bitter taste of alcohol, “Who do you wanna sleep with more than anyone in the world? Who’s your number one?”

Slinging back the soju, you bite the bullet with an devilish smirk.

“Hmmm… You.”

Stone cold regret washes over you when he looks through you, the same way he looks at people he’s not comfortable with yet. The exact same expression he gives strangers when he doesn’t understand why he’s been roped into their conversations. His pierced lips purse, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing from a thick swallow. Eyes animatedly round, shocked and astonished.

“Uhh…” He wets his lips before his eyes narrow, brows pinching, “I’m being serious Y/N…”

You nod, “Me too but never mind.” You sigh dramatically, pouring more shots.

“Stop fucking around with me!” He playfully pushes your shoulder, earning embarrassed laughter to bubble in the depths of your throat, “You can’t just say that to me out of nowhere!”

“Out of nowhere?” You repeat, frustrated, “Jungkook I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve tried hitting on you and it just seems to go straight over your head.” You whine, lips forming a cute pout that he can’t stop staring at, “Anyway… Like I said, never mind. Forget I said anything. Who’s your number one?”

But Jungkook is too stunned to speak. He’s looking down at you as though you’ve just told him you want to marry him and have his babies. Surprised doesn’t cut it, nor does confused. It’s a deadly cocktail of the two mixed with a little nervousness tugging his usually sharp features up and wide.

“I-, what?” He blinks away his daydream, “Are you being serious? You actually wanna fuck me? I can’t tell. You know I’m bad with stuff like this. Spell it out for me loser.”

At this you shake your head, feeling deflated, “It doesn’t matter, honestly just forget I said anything, you don’t find me attractive so it’s not like it’s ever gonna—”

“Now you’re putting words in my mouth.”

An agitated exhale leaves you, your roommate still staring at you expectantly with a single brow quirked, “You don’t have to say it out loud Kook, it’s obvious.”

“Wow, you really don’t know me at all, do you?” His white teeth are bared in a dazzling panty-dropping grin, “Why do you think I’m sitting here in a towel Y/N? Just out of curiosity.”

“Cause you like to ‘air-dry’.” You mimic air quotes with a mocking tone, slugging back another shot of soju. He does the same.

Jungkook’s voice drops into something akin to seductive, biting the inside of his cheek to suppress a huge smile, “Actually, I thought that maybe if I walk round the place half naked all the time you’d take the hint eventually. You think when I moved in friendship was the only thing on my mind?” He’s laughing now, shaking his head in disbelief, baffled, tongue darting over his lips to wet them. “You think when I came up to you at the bar all I wanted was to be your friend?”

“W-what are you saying? That you are attracted to me?” Your heart races away in your chest, a lick of heat wetting your spine when your roommate tilts his head to one side, smirking.

“Ask me who my number one is.”

“Okay… I’ll humour you. Who’s your number one?” You’re blushing, unable to wipe the smile from your features when he sucks in a harsh breath of air, watching you closely.

His inked hand finds the nape of your neck, tugging your face closer, close enough that your noses bang together and you both giggle. “You are, loser.”

The next thing you know he’s kissing you, and you’re kissing him back.

Where most make out sessions begin soft and slow, gentle and uncertain while both parties attempt to figure out what the other likes – that’s far from what’s happening here. It’s heated, it’s messy and fuelled by years of pent up frustration and longing. His grip moves to your jaw where he pries it open, slipping his tongue into your mouth at that exact moment.

“Oh… Jungkook…” You mewl, smiling triumphantly against his mouth.

Fucking finally.

“You have,” He pulls back, lips kiss-swollen and stained with lip gloss, “No idea,” His hands sneakily find your hips, guiding your body until you’re straddling his towel-clad thighs, “How long,” He’s smirking, palming the fat of your ass when his lips find your in a hurry, “I’ve wanted to fuck you.”

“Well why didn’t you say anything then?!” You frown, sighing in bliss when your dress is being pushed up, pooling your abdomen that’s full of pork belly and butterflies. Giving enough leeway for Jungkook’s fingertips to slip into the waistband of your underwear.

He chuckles into the kiss, averting his mouth to pepper your jawline with lots more dainty little kisses, whispering, “The same reason you didn’t, I didn’t know you were into me like that.”

“Except I tried, multiple times…” You hum, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. Palms explore Jungkook’s muscular back, every lump, bump, every inch of tanned bare flesh that you’ve seen simultaneously way too many times and not enough at all. “All the slutty outfits… The compliments, I’ve been pretty vocal about finding you attractive actually.” You’re grinning, fingertips toying with the long brunette hairs at the nape of his neck.

At this Jungkook sighs, lulling his head back to get a better look at your face. His eyes are blown dark with lust, his gaze hooded and intense. But it’s the breath-taking smile he wears that sends a rush of heat straight between your legs.

“I do like a woman who’s vocal about what she wants.” He winks, crushing his lips to yours once more, “So tell me what you want loser.”

“Want you.” You pout, elbows resting atop his broad shoulders when you brush the hair away from his face, physically incapable from breaking the string of messy kisses. He tastes like peaches and sin. “Want you to make me come.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, ridding your body of the skimpy little dress that didn’t leave much to his imagination. “Wish you told me all this sooner, could’ve been blowing your back out daily by now.”

“Not my fault you can’t take a hint.” You snort, blood rushing to your cheeks when you see his hungry stare fixed to your almost bare body atop of his thighs.

He rolls his eyes, “You’re one to talk. Why do you think I put your snacks on the top shelf?”

“So you can help me reach them…?” You scoff, biting down on your lip, “So you look like a strong alpha man helping his poor defenceless vertically challenged roommate?”

“Nah,” He admits with throaty laughter, large palms exploring your curves and reaching round your back, until they’re unclasping your bra in one swift movement, “Like seeing your ass peek out the tiny little dresses you wear when you get on your tiptoes.”

Your mouth falls open in genuine shock, brows raised expectantly, “Jeon Jungkook!” You gasp, gripping his chin and angling it towards your lips, “Who knew you were such a fucking pervert?”

The man’s in a total daze, lost in your eyes with a bright smile, “You think that's perverted? You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Maybe this is a bad idea. Having wild, carnal, fringing-on-illegal sweaty hot passionate sex with your roommate. Maybe. But when your bare back hits his soft mattress with a ‘ooomf’ and he rids himself of that damn towel, you struggle to see past this moment right here, right now. Jungkook is naked, and it’s a glorious sight.

You’re grinning when he crawls up the bed, but to your surprise, no, rather to your excitement, he stops when his profile is faced with your underwear. Hooking his fingertips beneath your thong he smirks, gaze briefly meeting yours until he’s dragging your underwear beneath your ass and down your legs.

Being naked in front of Jungkook is something you’ve often thought about, it was the motivation behind your tactical shave earlier today, secretly praying this would happen. But now that you’re here, in his monochrome bedroom that smells of vanilla, on full display for the man you’ve been crushing on for so long. It all gets a little overwhelming.

“What are you doing?” He mumbles, thick brows pinched when you sheepishly shut your legs and stop him from seeing the whole show.

“I-, uh…” You swallow, clearing your throat, “It’s been a while…”

“And?”

“And I’m nervous.” You giggle, throwing your head back into his pillows.

At this he makes his way up to your face, knocking your legs apart with his knees to settle his weight between them. His strong arms hold his body in place, planted either side of your face. The way he’s peering down at you should be illegal, so smug yet there’s a glimmer of concern behind his sparkly eyes. It’s when he releases a breath of air against your face that his features soften into a faint smile, awestricken.

“I think you’re gorgeous Y/N, you don’t need to be nervous.”

“I haven’t had sex in almost a year…” You whisper, avoiding his gaze.

“And?” He repeats, chuckling mostly to himself, “Neither have I. And it didn’t stop you from using that noisy ass vibrator of yours the other night, did it?” Your eyes snap to his in a panic, he’s fully laughing now, the sound equal parts mischievous and salacious. “Walls are very thin…” He sniffs, tilting his chin to the wall his headboard rests on, backing onto your bedroom.

It’s after you sigh, beyond mortified that he heard such obscenities, that he sinks his lips to a sweet spot on your neck, sucking the flesh harsh enough to leave sensual bruises, “Let me make you feel good baby, I promise I’ll make you feel good… Don’t be nervous.” He murmurs, and you’re left breathless.

The pet name sends a rush of something strange over your body, you’re not used to him calling you anything other than loser. Maybe your name, but definitely not baby. You like it. While he’s working on making a total mess of your neck the familiar heat and lust comes back, stronger, deeper, and more determined.

“Jungkook… Please… W-want you to make me feel good.” You whisper, already in a daze.

It’s then that you feel him smirk against your skin, planting one final coy kiss to your lips before making his way down your body with one continuous lick that has your body aflame. His tongue never leaves you, travelling to your collarbones, your breasts. The flat wet muscle glides over your nipple and you gasp, brows furrowed in concentration.

“You’re so sensitive…” He hums, lapping up your nipple, taking it between his teeth and playfully sucking. Tiny whimpers and moans peep from your lips, along with the occasional gasp that has your roommate losing his goddamn mind. His tongue soon finds the other nipple, winning himself more of the same noises that are making his cock throb with anticipation already.

“So nobody’s ever made you come, huh?” He mumbles, “But you’re so fucking sensitive baby… Aren’t you?”

“Mhm…” You bite your lip, hands greedily smoothing over his bare shoulders. You want to feel his body, his entire body. You want it on top of you, next to you, underneath you, inside you. Perhaps it’s due to all the pent up frustration harboured toward him, but there’s a dull beat between your legs that you so desperately want him to listen to.

And then it hits you, Jungkook likes vocal women.

“Make me come please… Want you to make me come…” You moan, writhing around beneath him at the new found tingles all over your body. The cool air kisses your core when he spreads your thighs, sinking down the bed until he’s eye level with your bare pussy.

“Oh my god.”

His words win you to tug yourself up onto your elbows, a little curious. That’s when you find him staring at your vagina with pure astonishment. Lips ajar, brows hiked so far up his forehead that it’s wrinkled, a small surprised scoff hot against your flesh.

“What?” You frown, suddenly self-conscious, “What are you looking at?”

“What am I looking at?” He parrots, sighing with puffed out cheeks, “The prettiest pussy I’ve ever fucking seen, that’s what I’m looking at.”

“Oh.” You giggle, not knowing what to say.

You didn’t expect him to be so confident in the bedroom, so outspoken and complimentary. It’s no secret that he’s a very socially awkward man in the streets. Apparently a very different story to the personality he has between the sheets.

“You have the cutest little beauty mark…” He whispers, sinking his lips to your folds, “Right here.” He kisses you gently, and you feel like squealing. “Fuck, you’re addicting baby. Losing my mind down here.” He chuckles right before digging in.

He places a languid, drawn-out lick from your entrance to your clit, one so mind-numbingly slow that your toes curl against the sheets. He repeats this, once, twice, three, four, five times until he’s dipping his tongue between your folds with a whispered moan. It feels nice, feels good, but it's not enough.

“You plan on making me come any time soon, loser?” You playfully kick his shoulder, winning hot laughter against your centre.

It’s then that his arms hook under your thighs and he drags you closer to his waiting face, until his full lower-profile is smothered in your cunt. His chin, his multitalented lips, the soft bend of his nose, all of it. He playfully slaps your thighs and you take the hint, throwing your legs over those obnoxiously broad shoulders of his.

That’s when your guttural moan fills the air, when Jungkook starts lapping up your clit so expertly that you question whether the whole ‘shy, socially inept, cute boy’ persona he has going for him is just a façade.

He’s good at this. He’s fucking amazing at this. You’re gasping for air when he suckles on your clit, massaging the muscle with his tongue while it’s still being pulled between his lips. You groan, you hiss, you whimper. It feels indescribably fantastic, and there’s no way he’s not going to be able to get you off doing this.

“Holy shit, Jungkook.” You whine, hips pushing your core impossibly closer to his face. “Mmmph, oh—” Another long moan cuts you off, actually it’s more of a groan. A needy one at that.

His hooded stare flickers up to your face, watching your every move before him. “So sensitive.” He murmurs, sounding disbelieved.

Watching you wriggle and whimper for him only fuels his lust further. He takes it upon himself to push your legs onto your chest with one hand. Until your knees are to your breasts. You don’t complain at the new angle so he carries on, pulling away from your pussy for a second to spit on his fingers. Not that he thinks you’re going to need it, you're already drowning his sheets.

Unceremoniously he plunges two digits into you dripping walls, and you shriek.

“Jungkook, oh god, oh my god Jungkook…” You pant, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open.

It’s a second later when his mouth reattaches to your clit and you’re borderline sobbing. You feel so full, like an elastic band being stretched to it’s limits. You’re going to snap soon, you know it. There’s a heat building in your gut, one that comes in rhythmic waves that match your racing heart.

That’s when something odd swells inside your stomach, something new and exciting and overwhelming. Jungkook’s fingers aren’t fucking in and out of you like you’d expect them to be, they’re consistently inside you, curling upward and pressing against a spot that very few people, yourself included, have ever managed to discover.

“Jungkook seriously what the-, fuck!” You warn him, eyes flying open in utter disbelief.

“Mmm?” He chuckles, his response lost to the sounds of your pornographically wet pussy squelching and sloshing around his fingers.

“I’m-, oh my fucking god…” You’re whining, whimpering, shivering. “Feels so fucking good.”

At this he moans in response, sucking your clit harder, hitting that spot inside you even harder, faster. You inhale sharply, preparing yourself for the earth-shattering ecstasy that’s sure to crash down on your body any second now. But strangely enough it isn’t the hold of your clit between your roommates lips that pushes you over the edge, nor is it the thrilling curl of his finger.

You peer down at him, his brows furrowed deep with concentration, the same way they are when he eats something delicious. His face is spinning and twisting to each and every side to make sure he’s licking and sucking all your nerve endings. And that’s when his heavy eyes flicker up at your mess of a face.

Jungkook winks.

And you squirt everywhere.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god!” You groan, watching the man who you’ve been simping over for years giggle against your skin as though he hasn’t just made a catastrophic mistake.

Because now you’ve experienced this side of him, there’s absolutely no way you can go back to just being roommates.

He doesn’t fold, doesn’t stop, nor does he slow. No. He carries on. Sucking, finger-fucking, licking, moaning, curling those digits and slurping at your pussy until it happens again. And again. And again.

And again.

“P-please…” Your body jumps and jolts on the mattress, convulsing from oversensitivity, your back damp with sweat and heart beating so fast you fear it’s going to implode any second now. “I-, I can’t take another one…” You pant, hands flying to the hairs at his scalp where you try and pry him aware from your core.

He hums in agreement, nodding along with your words all while wearing a big, dumb grin. “Okay.”

You’re fucked. Head spinning, reeling, brain unresponsive. Limbs already aching, you’ve never come this many times in one sitting to date. Not even with that ‘noisy-ass’ vibrator of yours. The distant sound of laughter forces you to come back to reality, finding Jungkook laid next to you with shiny lips and a wicked smirk. His head resting on the bend of his elbow, his pierced brow quirked curiously.

“I’ll give you a minute...” He’s laughing, tongue toying with his silver lip ring. A moment later he shifts on the bed, until he’s laid on his back and his entwined hands are tucked behind his head. A content smile broadens his features, a smug one, one that gives you a devilish idea.

Adrenaline and the need to have his cock inside you courses your veins, along with a hint of arrogance. That’s what leads you to sitting up, mouth falling open when you catch sight of Jungkook’s huge cock, rock hard and waiting. Oh you’re about to give him the best birthday present in the world. He wants a woman that can ride him? Who can last longer than four bounces?

Challenge accepted.

Carefully, you throw your leg over his waist until you’re hovering over his muscular body. He really is huge, by every ridiculous definition of the word. Lazily, he opens his eyes before they grow wide with surprise at your current position.

“Oh?” He chuckles, hungrily exploring your naked body with his stare, as though he hasn’t been ogling it for the past however long you’ve been in here. “I’ll warn you now, if you’re any good at this I’m gonna have to take you on a date.”

“We’re going out on a date regardless.” You snort, gripping the base of his shaft, shit, he’s big, “Since you’re the only guy around here who knows how to make me come.”

“Suits me just fine loser, I'll take you on a date. If you're lucky I'll make you squirt again at the dinner table.” He grins, wetting his lips. “Let me rephrase then, if you ride me like you mean it I’ll take you on the best date of your life this weekend.”

“Deal.” You wink, chest swelling.

You pump his cock a few times before you sink yourself down onto it with a long, shaky moan.

“Holy shit… baby…” He pants, tugging at his own hair with furrowed brows.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut but you can just about make out them rolling back into his skull behind his lashes. It’s when you’re fully settled onto his cock that you bite your lip, picking yourself up only to slam down onto him with a loud wet smack. His doe-eyes snap open at lightening speed, a drawn-out grown rumbling his strong chest.

“Fuck!” He gasps, jaw slack and eyes wide.

You grin down at him triumphantly, clearly he didn’t know you were capable of making him feel just as good as he made you feel. You repeat the motion, harder. You do it again, and again, until Jungkook’s hissing and messily gripping your hips in a hurry.

“Y/N… What the fuck?!” He stifles a moan when he bites his lip, mesmerised by the way your pussy squeezes his cock each and every time you pull yourself up and drop back onto it. “Seriously what the fuck are you made of, oh my-, fuck—”

It’s at this moment you brace yourself on his chest with splayed hands, keeping your body steady before you ride him like your existence depends on it. Like there’s no tomorrow. Like you’re the only two people on earth. There’s a hot burn in your thighs but you don’t let up, bouncing on him consistently, pace never faltering.

He’s so big that you fear you’ll split open, but you welcome the underlining sting of being this stuffed. Obscene wet noises along with the sound of the bed squeaking in sync with your movements fill the air. Beneath you Jungkook is a moaning mess, he’s chewing on his lips as though that’ll stop the profanities and groans from escaping him – but it doesn’t.

“Baby… Oh we definitely-, oh shit-,” He hisses, hands snaking round to your ass cheeks where he squeezes them like they’re his favourite stress-balls, “We should’ve done this-, way-, waaaay sooner.” He moans again, head thrown back into his pillow.

You’re slamming down on him with force, so much intent behind your bounces that the crown of his cock hits your cervix each time without fail. The sight before you will be burned into your memory forever. Jeon Jungkook, panting, whimpering, trying his absolute best to keep it together all while you ride him to heaven and hell and back again.

“You like it when I ride this fat cock of yours?” You moan, usually you’re not one for dirty talk but you simply can’t help yourself. He looks… Feral. And it’s only spurring you on even more. “You’re so big Jungkook, fuck, feels so fucking good inside me…”

“You-, you’re…” He can’t get his words out, they’re dying in the back of his throat, lost to the ‘mmmphs’ and ‘ooohhhs’ he delivers every time you drop down on him. “Do I l-like it? Fuck. Best-, mmmph, best fucking pussy... Slow down baby, please.” He whines, the sound has your lower abdomen in utter turmoil, another orgasm threatening to ripple your body.

You do as he says, he is the birthday boy after all. Besides, there’s no way in hell this is going to be the only time you’ll ride him. Your evenings together are going to look a whole lot different from now on, that's for sure.

The speed of your ministrations slows, but the depth and force does not. You’re still fucking yourself on his hard length with so much purpose that you feel his knees buckling, thick thighs twitching beneath you.

“Baby, fuck…” He rasps, “Ohhh fuck! Mmmph…” It’s like he’s mesmerised, mouth hanging open and eyes incapable of looking anywhere but you. He's completely infatuated with the way you feel atop of him.

You feel a hand snake up to the nape of your neck before you’re being pulled toward his face, his lips smashing against yours in another series of messy, desperate kisses. Gritting your teeth when the white hot heat inside your walls threatens to snap, Jungkook feels your sopping walls clench around his girth and groans into your mouth.

“Again? Ohhh...” He hisses, trying his best to sound cocky but it’s less than convincing when he too is a whimpering mess. “You’re a fucking goddess Y/N-, ohhhh.” He pants, finding your hips with tattooed hands where he holds them in place.

It’s a moment later when he plants his feet flat against the mattress, bending his knees, showcasing his strength when he keeps you in one place above him. That’s when he fucks you hard, as though he’s punishing you for something. Thrusting in and out of you so violently that you’re blubbering into the crook of his neck.

“Fuck! Right there, right fucking there!” You cry out, voice almost lost to the brutal clapping noises of you being fucked ten ways to Sunday.

Each rut of his hips has you seeing stars, he feels so fucking good inside you. So deep. His pelvis is knocking against your swollen clit, be it intentional or accidental you'll never know - but it has you spiralling into insanity.

A long, vocal moan tears from your throat when you’re hit with another orgasm. You feel boneless, as though you’ve just discovered the real definition of pleasure. You’re so wet that he’s sliding in and out of you with ease now, the pulsing of you walls throwing him over his own edge until he thrusts into you one final time.

It's deeper, he's holding your hips in place, dragging them impossibly closer to his body when he fills you with his come. Breathless and sweaty.

“Baby… Oh my… god.” He chokes out between ragged breaths, and you can’t help but giggle into his skin.

Moments later you’re rolling off him, too weak to adjust the position you land in but you do throw a leg over his thighs with a smile. Heavy breathing and quiet chuckles bring you back down to earth, forcing you to gaze over at your roommate.

Jungkook’s already looking at you like he’s madly in love, as though you’ve just offered to do this every day with him for the rest of your lives. When you wet your lips and smirk you register his cock twitching against his abdomen, he really is shameless. And by the look on his face, he isn’t even close to being through with you.

"Best. Birthday. Ever." He pants, absolutely befuddled that he's just had sex, mind-blowingly, indescribable sex with his roommate, the same roommate he's been fawning over for a long time now.

You send him a wink before pulling his face to yours, there's no fucking way you're done with him either.

“Happy birthday loser.”

x

maybe i do: “remote control” (m).

➵ summary: your husband gets a sweet tip from his best friend jungkook about something new he should try to spice up your sex life. little did you know taehyung would try it out on you at his company’s 75th anniversary, and especially when your jealousy acts up upon meeting one of his old flames. 

↳ part of the maybe i do series!

this drabble can be read as a stand alone, but it is highly recommended to read the series!

➵ pairing: ceo!taehyung x wife!reader

➵ genre: arranged marriage!au, established relationship!au, smut, minor angst, fluff

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 14k

➵ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption (only taehyung, wifey’s pregnant!), some arguing, explicit sexual content, dirty but mushy talk, D/s relationship, dom!tae, sub!reader, use of a sex toy, making out, punishment, pussy fondling, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, overstimulation, clit torture, oral (f. receiving), cum play, cum tasting <3

➵ a/n: and the awaited drabble is here!! please excuse the ridiculous word count, i’m attempting to work through writing a sequel for the maybe i do series, so these “drabbles” are just me experimenting with the content! i’ll provide more details when I can heheh <33 thank you endlessly to my wife @amourtae​ for beta-ing!!! i hope you enjoy and your feedback is always appreciated!

“Dude, listen to me. It’s seriously some fun stuff, you should give it a try.” 

“I don’t know, Jungkook. You know I’m not a fan.” 

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Jungkook’s Fics Recommendations - OneShots

OneShots

Lollipop (S) by @btssmutgalore

Hands (S) by @btssmutgalore

Jasmine (S) by @btssmutgalore​

Ribbing (S) by @ellieljade

Who you belong to (S) by @ellieljade

My way (S) by @ellieljade​

Stress Reliever (S) by @imaginethisbts

Make A Wish  (S) by @imsarabum

Pure Chance (F) by @imsarabum

Heat (S) by @dailydoseofdia

Mirrors (S) by @dailydoseofdia

In motion (S) by @dailydoseofdia

Cold coffee (S)  by @jungblue

Room For Dessert (S) by @avveh

Overtime (S) by @workofteaguk

Hopeless Hearts (F) by @workofteaguk

Wait For It (S) by @workofteaguk

Jungkook A-Z by @jungk0oksthighs

Slower, Baby (S) by @seokvie

Medicine (S) by @seokvie

Care for You (S) by @seokvie

Unseen (S) by @nchu

Private (S) br @nchu

Revelation (S) by @nchu

Wonder (S) by @nchu

Making Him Jealous (ft Jimin) by @jiminniemouse 

Complete (S) by @kainks

Beneficial by @jiminables

Sketch by @moonscriptx

Like a Man (S) by @moonscriptx

Beautiful In White (S) by @letterstokook

Sore loser (S) by @minsvga

I Need You  (S) by @drquinzelharleen

Fighter (S) by @eureka-its-zico

Obsession (S) by @eureka-its-zico

Hate That I Love You by @kthsdrug

Your biggest fan (S) by @itskimtaehyung

Twister (S) by @lolethlovesbangtan

Lowkey (S) by @rapmonluv

Énouement (S) by @emboyz

Rocky Road (S) by @emboyz

Say My Name (S) by @emboyz​

Greek Gods: Ares (S) by @emboyz​

Defects (S) by @zephyoongist

Life Imitates Art (S) by @moonm0chi

Playing with fire (F) by @lindzfrienzxo

Under the Bridge (S) by @rbuns

If You Insist (The Pleasure Collection) by @ayyosuga

Through the flames (and into the lava) (S) by @jheartseok

Now to Forever (S) by @aichan11​

Clueless (S) by @aichan11​

Autobiography of Black (S) by @plumblackjeon​

Black Milk (S) (ft Taehyung) by @plumblackjeon

Five Dates (S) by @kpopfanfictrash

Tooth and Claw (S) by @johobi

Fuck Me (S) by @jungkooksthighsinc

Jingles (S) by @just-come-baek

Game is Life! (S) by @parkjammins

Let me show you how it’s done (S) by @parkjammins​

Winner Takes All (S) by @parkjammins​

Vaunt (S) by @yminie

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Chungha X Purple💜

BLACK IS KING > BROWN SKIN GIRL (2020) dir. Emmanuel Adjei, Blitz Bazawule & Beyoncé Knowles-Carter

HE’S SO CUTTTTEEEE

Disgusting.

Sunmi X Purple

Hyuna X Red

cutie watching his hyungs at the back

180715 - from V

I SCREAMED WHEN HE SMACKED THE SHIT OUT OF THE HEAD😂😂😂😂😭

YOU’RE HIRED

cr: IAm_AmISamIAm

@kpoppingmypussy ME

When Kpop starts playing in public and you have to pretend like your soul didn’t just awaken.

GODDAMN THAT WAS FUCKING CUTE AS SHIT SKNRFIMXJFNX

NOT TO BE DRAMATIC BUT THE WAY HE CUPPED HIS CHEEKS AND YOONGI JUST… MELTED?? HE’S LITERALLY BLUSHING I’M CRYINGFJKF 

I-

That's a whole God right there

ten ◇ baby don’t stop (022818)

JIMIN BABY HES SO CUTEBXJDBD ©