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First time reading fics of @hannieehaee . I've read this and some other fics (i will reblog those soon as well) and I am sooo glad I found her blog. This writer's style is right up my alley in so many ways. 10/10 recommend

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18+ / mdi

summary: despite not having a large audience, jungkook's camboy career prevailed with the hopes that someday he'd make enough money to finally leave his dead-end job. what happens when one of his admirers offers to make that dream come true?

content: camboy!jungkook x trustfundbaby!reader, jungkook is shy, jungkook is a faceless camboy with a very small audience, reader is younger than jk, kind of pathetic!jungkook, reader is rich and very confident, slowburn (kind of), afab reader, smut, camming, masturbation (m receiving), oral (f receiving), dry humping, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 12.7k

a/n: this really was just a spur of the moment fic that came to mind on a random thursday lol i hope u guys enjoy it!!

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"Well, that's it for today guys, thanks for watching."

With an awkward chuckle, Jungkook reached out to his computer screen and shut the laptop closed, groaning just as he stopped being out of earshot.

233 viewers.

It wasn't much, but it was enough to give Jungkook the hope that maybe someday he'd be able to find pride in the number. Maybe his streams would blow up in views overnight one of these days – the hope prevailed. It had been a month since he hit the 200's, now garnering an average of 250 viewers per stream.

It was quite embarrassing to him sometimes. There were instances in which he'd finish a stream and regain full consciousness of his actions, becoming embarrassed at the knowledge of strangers watching him cum — of them hearing his voice and his whimpers as he played it up for their entertainment — and of him not even being able to make a living out of it.

He had to stay creative, sometimes finding scripts online that he'd read out to his viewers while he jerked off, playing the role of a subby coworker or a dominant childhood friend in order to keep his audience engaged (and maybe incite one or two to send money his way). Other times, he'd simply ramble about his life (but never get too specific) whilst he let himself lose control on camera.

Jungkook never once showed his face, only ever giving people glimpses at the tattoos decorating his arm and of his cock as it stood against his abs. The most he'd ever shown had been a small view of his lips before the camera's frame cut off.

He liked it this way.

In reality, he was too shy to ever be outspoken about doing such a thing, which was why no one in his life knew about it. He didn't judge anyone who enjoyed camming, but he was simply too self-conscious to do such a thing. Despite being aware of how handsome people thought him to be, he had never been too forward when it came to sex, much less this.

This had all started a little over a year ago, when he'd come across a few cammers on Twitter late into the night. Going on their accounts out of sheer curiosity, he realized that they each had a large following, not only on Twitter, but also on camming websites. Some of them even had their Patreons and PayPal accounts linked to their accounts, amassing even more revenue from these third party websites on top of their income from the camming sites. This was what mainly caught his attention.

Part of him felt bad about being on it solely for the money, but he was beyond desperate. And so he held the false hope that he'd somehow have the same luck as them and create an income out of this.

As someone who had only recently graduated university, having found no luck in his field, Jungkook had to resort to applying to jobs he felt were below his level of expertise. Having no connections in his field and no call-backs from employers, he found himself working a part time at a gas station accompanied by a part time at a grocery store. Both jobs were miserable to him.

The jobs themselves were not horrible, but attempting to manage both schedules and both sets of responsibilities was slowly weighing down on him. His coworkers were also not the best to be around. And did he mention the commute to each establishment? That part ate up at his days drastically, leaving him with almost no time for rest.

Jungkook knew that he should've given up on camming a long time ago. Hell, he'd made a grand total of $876 dollars in the past year he'd been at it. That would be a laughable amount to all the cammers that had inspired him into taking such a profession. But he didn't have any other prospects. Even as he worked his two jobs and cammed, he continued to search for more fulfilling (and better paying) employment, but was unable to ever even get any callbacks.

And so now he found himself doing about three streams per week, getting more and more discouraged each time he'd end a stream with the same low number of viewers.

With yet another sigh, Jungkook got up to go clean himself up, lethargic in his movements due to both the physical and mental exhaustion of having worked all day, only to come back home for a lowly appreciated stream.

Coming back from a much needed hot shower, he did his usual skin care before heading back to bed, where he had been recording just now. For a moment he pondered whether he should go to sleep now in order to get ready for work early next morning or to indulge in watching some anime as a reward for the tiring day.

Going for the latter, he opened his computer back up, sighing again when he remembered he hadn't closed the tab in which he'd been camming.

But before he could actually tap out of it, something caught his attention, making his eyes widen more than he thought possible.

burner98 donated $1,000

This must've been some sort of mistake. Right? Maybe they mistyped? No one in their right mind would donate such an amount to a faceless cammer ranking up to less than a thousand weekly views.

All his prior donations had been in the lower numbers, usually only ever amounting up to $20. Never had he ever gotten someone to donate anything in the triple digits, much less going into the quadruples.

The name of the donor also caught his attention. Babystarcandy. It was a frequent watcher who had been in attendance to every single stream of his starting a few months back — which was when they'd first made an appearance in his audience.

He had never noticed this viewer in particular, though they were one of the only people to ever grant him donations. They'd usually donate whilst he was off stream, which he found slightly strange but never questioned. Checking through his donation history, he saw this name listed three times prior, with donations of $5, $15 and $20 respectively. They'd happened throughout the months, with no pattern in particular. It made no sense for them to donate such a high amount to Jungkook out of nowhere, especially not while he wasn't actively on stream.

With a heavy heart and half a mind to simply keep the money, he decided to message the donor to inform them of their mistake and follow through with a refund.

So much for his anime binge before bed.

babystarcandy - Hey, burner98. Thank you so much for the kind donation, but I think you made a mistake. I'll refund you.

He decided to go with something kind of formal. After all, he'd never spoken to this person before.

Surprisingly, the response came within minutes. Being three in the morning, he assumed you'd wait til the following day to reply, but maybe you were in a different time zone.

burner98 - omg hiii !! did i make a mistake ?? im sorry !! i meant to send 1k. did it not go through correctly ?

Had that not been an accident? One thousand dollars?

This made no sense. Why would you send him such a large amount out of nowhere? That was more than he'd made in the entire past year. Hell, that was half his rent.

Jungkook had no idea how to respond to you.

As much as he wanted to accept it, it felt like robbing you of a fortune.

babystarcandy - Gosh, hi! No, the thousand came through, it's just ... Are you sure this is correct? This is a lot of money ... I'd feel terrible taking so much from you

Once again, you responded almost immediately.

burner98 - haha ur so cute

burner98 donated $2,000

burner98 - is that better ? ;)

Holy fucking shit.

Jungkook's hands were shaking at this point. His eyes couldn't believe what was right in front of him.

Quickly, he took out his phone to check his baking app, checking to see if the deposits were legitimate. Upon opening it, he found that his balance had in fact gone up $3,000. This was far more money than he'd ever had in his bank account.

He stared blankly at it for a few moments without so much as breathing. A reminder to snap out of his trance arrived in the form of another chime coming from his computer — a new message from you.

burner98 - did i scare u off :((

burner98 - just wanna help u out :(((

Immediately, he rushed to respond, not even thinking before typing anymore.

babystarcandy - no! not at all! this is just so much money. i dont want you getting yourself into financial trouble for me

Within seconds, you responded.

burner98 - haha it's okay i can afford it dont worry <3

He furrowed his brows worriedly, typing up yet another message.

babystarcandy - i really dont mean to sound ungrateful, but why ? it's so much money ... this is life-altering type of money for me (as made up as that may sound) my content isn't even that good. why are you giving me this?

He knew he was shooting himself in the foot by questioning it so much and not simply accepting it, but he'd learned through his life that good things don't just come out of nowhere. He needed more details. At least for his peace of mind.

burner98 - i adoooore ur content. u've helped me so much u have noooo idea !!! u deserve it !! u mentioned in ur live a week ago u were struggling with money, so ofc id wanna help u out pretty <3

Fuck. You actually liked his content? His content was worth $3,000 to you?

Jungkook was almost sure he had accidentally fallen asleep before he even opened his computer. Pinching himself a few times proved for this to be actually real.

babystarcandy - thank you so much. you have no idea how much this means to me.

babystarcandy - there has to be some way i can repay you.

Was he propositioning himself to you?

Not even Jungkook was sure. He had no idea what he was offering to you, but it was the middle of the night and he was extremely grateful. He couldn't help himself as he typed up that message and sent it.

burner98 - oh ? what would u suggest ?

Oh, fuck. You were agreeing. Okay ... Now what? Jungkook had nothing to offer. He was an amateur cammer with nothing to his name. What could some random person on the internet with tons of disposable income possibly want from him?

babystarcandy - maybe i could give you a call to thank you ? you know, one on one ?

He mentally kicked himself as soon as he sent that message.

What the hell was he thinking, offering up a personal call to some random person online? This could be a friendless creep for all he knew. He had no identifying information about you, other than knowing you apparently had a vast disposable income. I mean, hell, your account name was burner98, you clearly did not want to leave any traceable information about you.

Before he could backtrack (not that he would actually have the balls to), the three dots on your side of the conversation popped up, followed by another message from you.

burner98 - really ??? :00 that'd be amazing omg ... are you free tomorrow ? i'll make it worth your while <3

Staring at the $3,000 sitting cozy on his bank account, he didn't even let himself think before agreeing, sending a quick message in confirmation. He had work tomorrow, but maybe calling off would be worth it considering you were hinting at even more money.

Jungkook felt dirty for some reason, despite knowing what camming truly entailed. However, he also knew that there was nothing morally wrong with what he was doing, so he pushed that shyness to the back of his mind and began drafting up some sort of goodbye message that encapsulated your plans to call tomorrow and a few more thank you's for your donations.

burner98 donated $5,000

burner98 - just a little thank u for ur kindness ;) see u tomorrow baby ~

Jungkook had to swallow the gasp that was about to leave his body. Five thousand dollars??

You'd managed to drop eight thousand dollars on him within an hour's time. This was four months of his rent. Jungkook had never had this much money lying in his bank account. Its mere presence was making him nervous.

Not only that, but the thought of talking to someone who had this much money to give without a second thought scared him shitless.

There was no way he'd sleep tonight.

In the end, Jungkook ended up sleeping a total of three hours. With his working schedule, it was common for him to catch about five hours of sleep every night, so this wasn't too out of the norm. Last night had been different, however, as he had simply been unable to sleep due to all the tossing and turning in anticipation for today.

As soon as he woke up, he checked his bank account again to make sure last night hadn't been some sort of twisted dream. Following that, he called up both of his jobs in order to call in sick. That granted him a total of two days without work (nor pay) due to the flu he had made up.

Now he sat in front of his laptop, fake sick and waiting for you to call him.

Last night, you'd agreed on calling him on Zoom at around 12PM in his timezone. Currently at 12:18PM, he sat anxiously waiting for your arrival. Sporting a simple tank top and some basketball shorts, he pondered whether he should take anything off in advance, not sure if you wanted him to give you a private show or not. You hadn't discussed the details of the call, but surely you'd want something of that nature, right? I mean, you only knew him through his streams after all.

His wait was not too prolonged, as he heard the familiar notification chime come from his computer only moments later. It was a zoom link sent by burner98.

You were here.

Angling his webcam so it'd only show below his chin on camera, he nervously clicked on the link and joined the call. It connected after just a few moments.

In front of him was a black screen with the name burner98 attached to it. You'd chosen to remain anonymous to him by keeping your camera off.

Then he heard a tiny gasp, your microphone icon lighting up along with it.

"Oh my god!! Hi!", you sounded very happy to see him, causing his skin to heat up. He wasn't used to getting any reactions on his streams, seeing as he couldn't hear his audience.

"H-hi," he stammered, awkwardly clearing his throat afterwards.

"I didn't think you'd show ... Wow, you look so pretty," you said absentmindedly, almost as if entranced by him despite only being able to see his torso.

He could hear the smile in your voice. You sounded young and girlish, completely different from what he'd expected.

Truthfully, he had either expected some virgin creep around his age or maybe a lonely middle aged woman in desperate need of some action. Yet your voice sounded appealing to him. He could almost picture what you looked like. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he pictured a pretty girl on the other side of the screen. Unless you were using some sort of voice distortion. You could never be too sure nowadays.

"Uh, yeah, of course I came. Thank you again for, uh, the money," he felt awkward as he said it, not sure of how to properly convey his gratitude, but knowing he'd done a terrible job at it just now.

Luckily for him, you merely giggled at his awkwardness.

"It's not a problem!! I'm happy to help. Sorry I didn't send anything before ... I wasn't sure how you'd take it," you trailed off, "Was it okay that I sent it? I swear it's no trouble for me, but I didn't mean to intimidate you or anything. I know that can be a lot of money," you added.

"It's totally fine, hah," he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, accidentally lowering his body enough for you to see his chin and lips on screen, "I'm really thankful for it, truly. You have no idea how much this helps."

"Fuck, you're so pretty ..." you whispered to yourself before responding to his statement, "I'm happy to hear that! It's awkward to say this in person, but I really do love your content. You're so underrated."

You were very confident in the way you spoke, almost completely ignoring the context of this whole conversation. In the meantime, Jungkoook felt extremely awkward and nervous, unsure of where this was going.

"Thank you so much ..." he mumbled shyly, "Uh, do you want- What would you like me to do? You know, to, uh, express my gratitude?", he cringed at his wording, hearing an almost inaudible chuckle coming from you after.

"You don't have to strip for me or anything," you giggled after a short pause, "I really just wanted to talk to you," you added shyly. He could picture you putting your hair behind your ear, "Is that odd? Sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything," you added with another small laugh.

He could hear the smile in your voice at every statement. Your demeanor was just very contagious. It almost made him feel like this call was a reward of its own. It had been a while since someone spoke to him with such kindness, especially considering the grand favor you'd just done for him.

"Could I-," he started, "Could I see you? It feels a little strange being the only one with my camera on," he tried to play it off with a dry chuckle, but he knew the request was an odd one. He was the one who chose to put himself out there, not you.

"Maybe next time?", you suggested, "I'm just a little shy, sorry," for the first time, your tone matched his awkward one, making him grimace at even thinking about asking to see you in the first place.

"How old are you?", he asked before he could stop himself.

"You're very curious about me, huh?", you giggled, "I'm 23. How old are you?"

You were 23? And you already had this much money to give him without a second thought? Who were you?

"You're 23? That's- Wow, I expected older," he admitted, despite thinking your voice matched your age.

"Is it because of the money?", you asked.

"Yeah, hah, Sorry, just-"

"It's okay, baby, you can ask me whatever you want. If you're willing to answer some questions too," you added, not pushy, but more so encouraging, "You didn't answer my question, by the way."

"Oh, sorry ... I'm 24. Can I really ask questions?"

"Yeah, baby, go ahead," there was a big smile in your voice. He could tell you enjoyed when he engaged in conversation. And to be honest, he was enjoying it too.

"How come ... I mean, you're young and- and you sound like, like you're pretty. And you seem to be well off, so ... how come you're on here?", he hoped his question didn't come off as rude, or that he wasn't rushing things. He felt selfish in admitting it, but he hoped that this would not be the only time you ever donated to him.

"Aw, you think I'm pretty? But you've never seen me?", you teased.

"I mean, what I meant was-"

"It's okay, pretty. You don't have to explain," you giggled, "To answer your question ... I came across your stream on accident, and your voice was just so-", you cleared your throat, "so fucking pretty. The way you read the scripts or those times you'd just rant while you played with yourself ... Fuck. I never thought I could be so attracted to someone I'd never really met or even seen," you were getting carried away, but the shifting tone of your voice had Jungkook's interest peeked, "When you mentioned struggling financially in one of your streams, I just felt this need to take care of you ... Sorry, is that weird?", you chuckled awkwardly by the end, likely embarrassed by your ramble.

He shook his head, "N-no! I understand. I'm glad you enjoy the content. I didn't think it was good, since I don't get that many views," he lamented to himself, "Thank you for wanting to take care of me, I have been struggling lately. You're really saving my life," he exaggerated a bit, but it felt truthful at the time.

"I'll help you out even more in the future, baby. Don't worry," he could hear the pout in your voice, basically cooing at his lamentations.

"You really don't have to-", he raised his arms to convey his point, only to be interrupted by you.

"I want to! It's really no trouble for me. I have a lot more to give. Trust me," you insisted.

You stopped speaking for some seconds before humming to yourself, seemingly thinking to yourself. When you spoke up again was when the atmosphere shifted for Jungkook.

"How about we make a deal?"

It sounded ominous as you said it. Jungkook couldn't lie when he said that the question made his heart drop. You didn't seem weird or threatening thus far, but he really did not want to enter a situation in which he gave you some sort of sexual favor in exchange for money. Camming already made him shy enough. He didn't think he had it in him to do more explicit things.

"I- I don't-"

"I'll send you an allowance if you keep streaming regularly," you started, "and I'll double it if you call me again. Just to talk," you suggested, giving him some room in order to respond.

"You want me to c-call you?", he parroted.

"I've really enjoyed talking to you, and I'd love to do it again," you admitted, "Please let me take care of you."

His blood stopped pumping for a moment.

The offer sounded far too good for him to refuse. Money for him to keep doing what he was already doing? And even more just to talk to you? This sounded like one of those sugar daddy situations he'd hear about on Twitter, but without the explicit bits.

Jungkook pondered over it for a few silent moments, humming to himself when he found the answer he wanted to give. He didn't have anything to lose after all.

"Okay. I'll do it," he decided, gulping nervously immediately after agreeing.

"Really?", you sounded elated as you asked, "You want to keep talking? I didn't scare you off?"

"Of course not. It's not everyday you get such a deal, you know," he shamelessly allowed himself to admit, "And you're nice to talk to."

He wasn't sure whether he was buttering you up or if he actually meant it. He'd need a few more conversations to decide.

"Great! Oh, baby, I'm so glad!," you clapped your hands excitedly, cheery in your demeanor.

"You can, uh, call me JK if you want," he added, noticing how you kept going back and forth between pet names. It just felt a bit awkward to him at the moment.

"Okay, JK. Tell me, how's your day been?"

Settling comfortably, he continued the conversation, nerves easing after a while as he attempted to match your energy. Although he still had his alerts high, he felt more at ease as the conversation evolved, with your demeanor becoming contagious to him.

You only spoke for a few hours. At some point Jungkook became so absorbed in it, he didn't realize how easy it was for him to talk to you about his goals, his time as a cammer, his day to day life, or any other mundane subject that you brought up. He kept personal details to himself (as did you), even turning off his camera at some point in order to lessen how self aware he felt. You were nice to him all throughout, showing genuine interest in him yet not a single ounce of lust or any ulterior motives.

After a while, you were the one to finally bid your goodbyes, claiming you had things to take care of and couldn't stay longer. With the agreement to call you a few times per week, you coo'd and pouted at having to hang up, making Jungkook feel a slight ting of disappointment at the conversation ending.

Within a few weeks, Jungkook's life changed drastically.

His streams and your calls continued swiftly, amassing to a total of two of each per week. Usually, he'd call you for about an hour or so before coming on stream for another hour.

On those days he'd garner about $3,000 from you. Jungkook felt quite rich at the moment.

Against his better judgment, he quit his job at the gas station and lowered his hours as a grocery store clerk. He had a high amount of savings now, thanks to you, so he didn't see the point in remaining miserable in not one, but two jobs. Despite keeping one of his jobs as a fall-back plan, he still had tons of free time at his will due to the streams of money coming his way — with all of it being your money.

A few calls in, he found out a bit more about you, which answered many of his questions. However, your meek promise of letting him see you had been untrue, as he still had no idea what you looked like nor did he know your name. Granted, you also didn't know those things about him, but you'd seen him jerk off on screen, so you still had an advantage over him.

Among the things he found out about you was the source of your vast income. Apparently, you were the daughter of a CEO. Jungkook was not granted the specifics, but you'd told him that your father was the owner of a few multimillion dollar companies, which was how you attained your seemingly endless stream of income. Your father would routinely send you about ten times the amount you gave Jungkook weekly, which left him dizzy at attempting to do the math.

Along with this bit of lore about you, Jungkook was also shocked to find out you lived in the same area as him. While Jungkook lived in a rundown part of LA, you were living comfortably in a wealthier, high end area. This knowledge had also shocked you, even causing you to bring up a cheeky suggestion of meeting him in person, but it was merely brought up as a passing comment and never discussed again.

Currently, he found himself in his same apartment, not feeling secure enough in this agreement to move onto a nicer area. As naive as it may have sounded, Jungkook did trust your word when you said you were interested in taking care or him financially, however, he knew that realistically he could not count on your money forever. You didn't know each other personally, and his streaming career would not last forever (especially considering that his views were only in the 500s at the time). He opted to save most of the money you kept him, likely to use some of it to pay off college and some for safekeeping. As of now, however, his lifestyle remained pretty much the same.

Much like every other Thursday, today Jungkook was preparing himself to start another stream in a couple of hours. On most streaming days, he'd call you to talk and simply hang out before starting a stream. Today, however, he had received a message from you before he could log in to contact you.

burner98 - hey jk !! i cant talk right now ㅠㅠ would it be okay if u call me after ur stream ?? i'll still be able to tune in !!

Jungkook didn't think too much of it, simply replying in agreement and moving onto something else to fill up the time. He prepared for his stream as per usual, opting to ramble as he jerked off for the duration of this stream, not having a script or prompt to roleplay this time around.

Setting up his usual equipment, he reached over to his pc to angle it correctly, only showing below his lips in order to protect his anonymity. With a deep breath, he uncovered his webcam and turned on the stream, immediately taking note of about 60 people entering all at once.

"Hey guys," he chuckled breathily, "It's me again, Babystarcandy. Welcome back to my subscribers and welcome in to anyone who might be new," he began, "Today is gonna be a more casual stream if that's okay? I'll be, uh, edging and rambling for a while. Maybe not too much rambling, since you know how into it I get," he trailed off.

One of his key features as a cammer was his usual commitment to being a sub. He'd often get praise about how 'pathetic' and 'subby' he could be. Most of his donations occurred on his subbier streams, when he'd roleplay some subby role or when he'd jerk off, torturing himself into a pathetic mess. In reality, this was Jungkook's natural state when it came to sex. He had always taken a more submissive and sensitive role when it came to his personal relationships. Sadly, though, he had not gotten any action outside of camming in a few months due to his hectic work schedule.

Quickly squirting some lotion on his hand, Jungkook began to work himself, slow in his movements as to prolong the experience. He wanted this to last a good twenty minutes or so.

"H-how are you guys?", he asked, glad to see there were about 200 people in now.

A few commenters popped up — the usual loyal commenters who'd encourage him throughout, expressing their arousal at the sight of him.

"S-hit," he muttered when his hand went up to his tip, squeezing tortuously, "My tattoos? You like them? I'm glad ... What? They make me look intimidating? I'm quite the opposite, purplelover65," he chuckled between breathy moans as he read off comments.

"How many times should I edge myself tonight?", he wondered out loud, "Won't cum til you tell me to," he whimpered, slowing down his movements even more, hand tight around his cock.

He read a few more comments, thanking two donors who'd given $10 each and fulfilling any requests to plea or whimper for more. This continued as it usually did up until the first time he robbed himself of an orgasm, which was when he spotted a commenter in particular.

It was you.

Ever since he began talking to you, you never really commented anymore, simply making your attendance known by being connected in the stream. Despite your calls, you'd never speak about what he did on his streams, always talking as if you were friends (friends who knew no personal information about each other but alas). Tonight, however, you decided to catch him off guard by commenting.

burner98 - god, ur so pretty ... bet you'd like someone playing with that pretty cock right ? marking you up and toying at u til ur crying

You'd never once been this explicit towards him, even before ever speaking to him. You'd expressed liking his content, but never had praised him like this. He pictured the words coming out of your mouth, with your voice, and shuddered. There was something about being wanted so badly by someone — enough for you to take care of him financially without asking for anything in return — that made him reel. As ashamed as he was to admit it, he'd been craving some praise from you all these weeks. In his mind, you were a faceless entity, but you were still a rich girl around his age, and that was enough for his brain to work with.

"Y-yes, burner98, want you to t-touch me til I'm crying ... Fuck, need to be touched so badly," he whined, already on the high of his second attempt at an orgasm approaching, knowing he'd end up denying himself again.

A few other commenters encouraged him with similar words, making him jerk off faster, slowly approaching his high.

burner98 - ur so filthy, fuck. are u gonna edge urself again, pretty ? wanna see u do it til u make a pretty mess all over ur sheets

Your comments were the ones he wanted to see the most. He felt an instinctive need to obey you. It felt like he was finally giving you something in return. It also felt right to him for some reason, like his body was aching to fulfill your every wish.

"Mhm, just- just wanna cum so bad," he cried, hand reaching out to play with his balls, "I'm so close ... Can I cum? I know I said I wouldn't yet, but it's so good ... It's right there, baby, please ..." he pleaded, eyes drowsy.

burner98 - nooo baby u have to wait. want u to cry, remember ? do not cum.

Huffing, he slowed down, diminishing the intensity of the feeling. Pouting, he groaned as he felt his orgasm leave him, disappearing just as the previous one had.

"Okay," he whimpered, "I stopped ... Can I touch myself again?", he asked his viewers, "My nipples? Want me to play with them, magicshop43? A-anything for you," he moaned, fingers coming up to his hardened nipples and toying with them. He sighed at the stimulation, always extra sensitive in that area, but also due to how badly he was craving that orgasm now.

His hand went back down to his cock, working it again, "What would you do if you were here with me right now?", he asked as if he were directing himself to a single person rather than the 435 viewers currently watching.

He skimmed through the comments, humming and acknowledging all the dirty thoughts his viewers were sharing. As he played with himself, he waited for you to respond. With a groan, he finally spotted your comment, gulping when he processed the contents of it.

burner98 - id love to have u all to myself. edge u until u cry or maybe make u cum so many times u have to beg me to stop ... id mark up every inch of ur body while i run my thumb on ur tip without any more stimulation. you'd look so pretty begging me for more until i finally sit on ur cock and steal my orgasm from you without giving u anything in return. id drag this on for hours until u cant take it anymore

burner98 - is that too much ? sorry just want u so fucking bad

Without realizing it, his hand sped up as he read your comment, mind now zeroed in on you, putting all other commenters in the back burner. By the time he managed to respond, he was already a whimpering mess, bottom lip trapped in between his teeth to prevent the pathetic sounds from slipping out.

"It's not too much, b-burner98 ... Want that, fuck ... Need someone to take care of me so badly ...", he breathed out, "C-can I cum now? Please? Wanna cum- Need to cum," he pleaded, sighing at the chorus of comments giving him the green light to let go.

"Thank you thank you thank you," he rambled quietly, letting his cock make a mess all over his abs and sheets with the cum squirting out.

He sat there with a heavy breath for a few moments as he attempted to regain his composure, surprised at how sensitive he'd gotten this time around. He wanted to blame you in specific, but doing so would mean admitting to himself that you'd had an effect on him, and he did not want to open that can of worms yet.

"Thank you guys for joining me today, hah," he chuckled, "I hope that was as fun for you as it was for me. I'll see you next time, my loves," he made a kissy noise at the camera before closing the tab, sighing once it was all done.

Now he had to wait for your call, still slightly horny but also anxious about talking to you after having practically had phone sex with you — with an unknowing audience. He gave himself a few minutes to calm down, only then getting up to wash his hands and get a rag to clean up with. By the time he was finished, that familiar chime arrived, informing him of a message from you.

burner98 - im calling u now. is that okay ?

Clearing his throat, Jungkook sounded out his voice to make sure he'd rid himself of any of that high pitched, whinny tone he would develop when he was horny. With one last sip of water, he responded and soon after began the call.

"H-hey," he muttered, feeling shy after today's events, unknowing of what was to come.

"Hi ..." you sounded similarly awkward, "I'm sorry if I caught you off guard today," you started, "I just needed to unwind ... I promise I'm not expecting anything from you. This is just a regular call."

"I- it's okay, really. Don't worry about it," he reassured, "It was nice to, uh, have someone talk me through it. It makes it easier; more, uh, fun, I guess," he was awkward in admitting.

He immediately regretted his words at your sudden silence. Did you think he was lying? Or maybe the thought of him enjoying it freaked you out. You had never showed explicit interest in him in such a way, so maybe this was too forward of him.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"JK," you interrupted.

He gulped, "Yes?"

"Would you like to meet someday?", you began, tone serious, "I know we live in the same area, and ... I've really enjoyed our time getting to know each other. I'd just really love to meet you."

Jungkook remained silent, shock taking over his entire person.

You must've interpreted his silence as rejection, opting to continue speaking.

"I wouldn't expect anything from you if we met, if that's what you're thinking!," you quickly reassured, "I'm not looking for that. I just ... I love being able to help you out and I'd love a chance to see you in person."

"You ... You want to meet?"

"Yes. You don't have to say yes, just-"

"Where would we meet?", he asked, truly considering it.

"My house? Maybe?," you suggested, "Again, you don't have to say yes. I understand this is strange. I won't get angry if-"

"Yes. I'll go," he found himself responding before he could think any further.

"Really?", you asked with an astonished tone of voice.

"Y-yeah, just send me your address and the time and I'll be there," he rushed out, "Uh, well I have to go now. I'll see you soon, okay? Bye!", he practically zoomed, shutting his computer closed before you could say anything in return.

Jungkook knew how stupid it was of him to want to meet some anonymous person be met on a camming website in person was. But he felt an immense debt towards you. This really was the very least he could do.

He also felt far too much curiosity about your person to pass up the opportunity to meet you. You'd kept even the most basic information about yourself a mystery. Some part of him needed to meet you to find out who the person he'd been talking to all this time was.

Lastly, as embarrassed and confused as he was to admit it, tonight's events had left him a bit ... affected. Interacting with you as he put himself in the most vulnerable of positions, playing with himself for your (and many others') viewing pleasure just left him insanely aroused. It awoke an itch he now needed to scratch.

So, when he woke up the next morning to details about your meeting, he was nervous yet determined to finally meet you.

Anxiety and cold sweats were all that Jungkook knew any time he was nervous. Staring up at his blank ceiling as he attempted to sleep was the only thing he could do on the night prior to your meeting.

The day had come sooner than anticipated, happening only two days after the day of the stream in which you'd made Jungkook lose his sanity. After that, he began to feel a mixture or excitement and bone-rattling anxiety at the prospect of meeting you.

He already had a great thing going on with all the allowance money you'd given him, meeting you would merely risk that. What if you were some weirdo who had been manipulating him this whole time, hoping to eventually get him alone to extort him with all the money you'd given him? Risking such a high stream of income made him feel terrified, even if it was money he was never expecting in the first place.

And that wasn't even the worst case scenario.

There were tons of terrifying scenarios playing in Jungkook's head. Someone with as much money as you did could easily cause some damage to him if he were to reject any advances you made towards him. Meeting you could possibly turn dangerous for Jungkook.

At the same time, naive and immature ideas popped up in Jungkook's head.

There was a chance you truly were the bubbly girl who had taken an interest in his financial wellbeing. Maybe you truly were someone who had somehow become infatuated with him in an innocent way and had no ulterior motives in mind. You had never crossed any lines with him nor had you even brought up the possibility of a sexual encounter between you. Maybe he'd meet you and end up forming a genuine friendship with you.

Whether it was dumb of him or not, Jungkook decided to continue with the plan to meet you, showing up at the penthouse the address you'd given him led to. His life had already been miserable before you turned in upside down, how much of a risk could this be?

With an accelerated heartbeat, Jungkook pressed the button to your intercom, becoming alert when he heart a voice respond through the machine.

"This is a private residence. Who is this?", responded a male voice in a tone devoid of any emotion.

"Oh, uh, this is Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook," he stammered.

Fuck, he had never given you his real name. How were you to know this was him? Was this even your address? Maybe this was your husband? What if-

"Oh, you must be JK," responded the voice, more casually this time, "You're here to meet Y/N, right? You're a bit early. I'll let you in in just a moment," trailed off the voice, turning off the intercom before Jungkook could respond.

"Y/N," he mumbled to himself.

That must've been your name. He liked it. It rolled off his tongue nicely.

In just a few moments, the door opened, revealing a handsome man in a suit, seemingly around his own age. With a nod, he gestured at Jungkook to come in, which Jungkook obeyed immediately.

"Hello, I'm Taehyung. I'm Y/N's personal assistant/butler," he introduced himself with a friendly handshake, "Wow, you're even more handsome than she described," he marbled, staring at Jungkook shamelessly.

This guy seemed weird, but nothing appeared threatening thus far.

"Oh, I- Thank you," Jungkook chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

"I let her know you're here. Just take those stairs and head left and you'll be in one of the living rooms. She'll come out when she's finished getting ready," instructed Taehyung as he pointed in the direction Jungkook was meant to go find you.

Hesitantly, Jungkook made his way to you, heart beating faster by the minute. When he reached the living room Taehyung had directed him to, he found himself standing by a fancy door, one which he assumed led to your room. Before he could ponder as to whether to knock or not, the door suddenly opened, revealing a girl.

There weren't enough words in Jungkook's vocabulary to describe how he felt at seeing you for the first time. His imagination had been liberal in picturing how you may look once you actually met, yet it had never quite come close to the reality.

Before him stood the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Your skin was perfect, somehow radiant and supple. He could tell it'd be soft to the touch — especially the soft skin of your legs that was exposed by the dress you were wearing. Your hair framed your face perfectly, taking on a soft look that had him wondering what it'd feel like if it graced his skin. Your body was something Jungkook did not want to get into in favor of his sanity, but his brain could not help itself. Your body was formed by the perfect combination of curves and wedges, making up a silhouette he ached to trace. Your eyes were the final blow to it all, wide with wonder as they stared back at him. The beautiful color had him hypnotized.

Jungkook would've truly had his fill of you, devouring you with his eyes for hours if you hadn't snapped him out of it.

"Oh, my God, JK!", you practically squealed, hands going up to cover your mouth in excitement.

"Burner98? I- Hi, You're-"

"You can call me Y/N," you smiled widely at him, offering him a handshake. Everything you did radiated the happiness you clearly felt at meeting him. It somehow had him feeling both reassured and nervous.

"Oh, I- that's a pretty name," he mumbled, gulping at the contact of your hand, "My real name's Jungkook," he revealed.

"I'm so happy to meet you, Jungkook," you expressed, "You're even prettier than I imagined," you were quite straightforward in your thinking.

Sadly he was not the same, still too entranced by you to muster any coherent words.

"You're pretty," he hid behind a cough, too embarrassed to say it outright.

He was aware he was acting like a loser, but could he be blamed? He was currently in the luxury penthouse of his gorgeous sugar mommy (for lack of a better term). His mind would not stop spinning.

You simply giggled at his shy demeanor, taking his hand and leading him over to the couch, coming to sit side by side whilst Taehyung suddenly walked by with drinks, setting them down as he offered you both a cheeky smile.

"Thank you, Taetae," you waved him off before turning back to Jungkook.

"So, how are you feeling? Did coming here make you nervous? I was thinking it might," you started, taking a sip from your drink.

"Maybe a little," he downplayed, "I just didn't know what to expect," he mumbled.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just thought that talking in person might be easier, you know? I never really planned this," you laughed to yourself, "I had no idea you lived so close, but it felt like a missed opportunity to not meet when we lived so close together."

He hummed in agreement, continuing to engage in his shy demeanor despite wanting so badly to show you how elated he was to be with you in this moment.

"I thought maybe you'd have questions? I promise to be an open book from now on," you cutely reached out for his pinky, giggling when he intertwined his own with yours with a smile.

"I guess maybe I was just curious about ... why me? I still can't wrap my head around why anyone would want to help me like this without me, uh, doing anything in return," his eyes left yours as confidence in his question left his own.

You cleared your throat before responding, "Hah, it's kind of embarrassing to say, but, I was in kind of a rut?", you started, "Nothing worked, and then I came across you. Your voice was what got to me first, then it was a mixture of everything. I didn't even plan on continuing to watch as consistently as I did, but I found myself coming back for more every week. Then your personality caught my attention. So when you mentioned your financial issues in one of your streams I couldn't help myself. I was already infatuated by you by then," you admitted, a warmth invading your cheeks.

Similarly, Jungkook blushed, "Oh, I helped you ...?"

"Yes, but we don't need to talk about those things," you cleared your throat, "I don't expect anything like that from you, Jungkook. I just want to help you out. I know it might seem like an odd arrangement, but this is enough for me," you reassured.

As hypocritical as it sounded, Jungkook was slightly disappointed by your words. Within mere minutes of knowing you, he already knew how attracted to you he was. Despite your words, he could not follow along with you and ignore the context of the situation. You found him attractive, he knew that much, and you'd just implied that your attraction to him had made you cum at some point. How was he supposed to ignore that when you were so otherworldly beautiful, sitting right next to him?

But unfortunately for Jungkook, he was too timid to express his desire for you. He was both too introverted and embarrassed to offer himself up like that.

"It's ... I'm glad I've been able to help you," he muttered, "I really appreciate all you've done for me. Don't feel like you have to keep doing it, I understand if-"

You scoot closer to him before interrupting him, "Shh, I want to keep doing it," you shushed him, "but I was hoping we could maybe alter our deal a bit?", you asked, causing Jungkook's breath to hitch.

"H-how so?"

Please say you want him, fuck. He'll drop to his knees right this second if you so much as suggest it.

"I was thinking maybe you could come over a few times a week instead of calling? It'd be way more fun to hang out than just call, don't you think?", you suggested, smiling innocently at him.

Fuck.

"Oh, I- I'd love to, but it takes me about an hour to get here and I don't have a car, so," he said, feeling an odd sense of disappointment in himself at denying you of anything.

"You don't have a car? You should've told me, Jungkookie!," you pouted at him, "Taehyung!", you suddenly called out into the other room.

Within moments, Taehyung entered the room, ready for whatever you had for him.

"Yes?", he asked.

"Tell Joon he'll be driving Jungkook from now on," you turned to Jungkook for a moment, "Joon is one of my drivers. You'll like him," you then turned back to an expectant Taehyung, "I'll give him all the info necessary later today, okay?," you finished, excusing him with a nod of your head.

"Sure thing, Y/Nie," he smiled at you before walking away.

"You really don't have to-"

"No, it's fine! You can call him whenever you need him. He lives in the building too. All my employees live here," you reassured, "You could too if you wanted to, you know, my dad owns the building," you said as if it were nothing.

"W-what?"

You gave him another smile at his shocked expression, hand landing on his own, "Let me take care of you, Jungkook," you said, not as a request nor demand, but something in between.

As your thumb caressed the back of his hand, your eyes on his own, he found himself numbly agreeing, willing to let himself be taken care of without question.

The rest of the evening was spent like this, sharing a few drinks and truly getting to know each other. Whenever Jungkook actually let his guard down and ignored his attraction to you, putting aside the way in which you'd met and your entire dynamic, he found himself really enjoying your company. The two of you were easily compatible, getting along as if you'd been friends for years. Occasionally Taehyung joined in, which gave Jungkook the impression that you were good friends with your employees, whom you treated as equals rather than subordinates.

At some point, Jungkook went home, getting a ride from who was now his new driver, Namjoon. This was yet another person you seemed to be friendly with, which only put Jungkook even more at ease.

He was now willing to follow along with anything you wanted for him. Maybe it was dumb or naive, but meeting you had been enough to instill this blind trust in you. It also didn't help that Jungkook was now undeniably infatuated with you.

Only three weeks later and Jungkook found himself moved and settled into a smaller penthouse located in your farher's building. It had been quite fast, really. A group of movers showed up at his house one week after your initial meeting and did all the work for him. He had been unable to stream that week at all, — earning a few pouty emojis from you in text messages — but he no longer had to pay rent, as you allowed him to occupy the vacant penthouse free of charge, so there was not any loss of money.

Within this time, Jungkook found himself hanging out with you almost daily. He had now known you for a few months and had become intensely attached to you. His feelings for you had grown as he got to know you, and his attraction became almost unbearable. However, he had to hold on, as you still hadn't shown anything further than platonic interest in him.

On the days he streamed, however, you had continued to comment just as you had that one day, egging him on and saying filth he ached to hear from your lips. But any time he saw you after those streams, you'd never bring it up, acting as if you hadn't been lusting after him mere hours ago. In fact, you never mentioned his streaming career anymore, despite actively keeping up with it. It confused him endlessly.

On the day of a particularly racy stream, he visited you again, still somewhat affected by the comments you had left as be whimpered his way to completion.

As he usually did nowadays, he let himself into your penthouse without any warning, making his way to your kitchen, which was where Taehyung had informed him you were currently in. Once he was there, he spotted you as you bent over to take some cookies out of the oven. Your tiny lounge shorts were riding up, a sight that would cause a man even as shy as Jungkook to lose his mind. But he prevailed, simply clearing his throat to announce his presence from the kitchen door.

"Oh, hi Kook!", you chirped, quickly turning to give him a smile before going back to tend to your cookies.

He walked towards you, closing the distance and reaching around you to sneakily grab a cookie, only for you to swat his hand away.

"They're hot, silly!", you scolded, using a gloved hand to pick one up and mouth feed him after having blown on it for precaution.

He took a bite, humming in satisfaction, "Amazing."

"Right?", you giggled, beginning to take off your apron and mittens, not at all minding the non existent distance between you both.

You were absentmided, clearly not paying attention to Jungkook or what was running through his mind. His brain was still on the stream and all the filthy words you'd said only a few hours ago, body still buzzing with lust, which was how he found himself acting without thinking.

Without much warning, he braved it, hand coming to your chin and lifting your face to his own, closing the gap with a soft sigh against your lips.

He pecked at you innocently, landing a more languid kiss on your lips after a few seconds. You kissed back one or two times before suddenly squeaking against him, hands coming to his chest to push him away in shock.

"Jungkook, wait," you murmured, "Stop," you turned your head to the side to avoid his lips.

He pulled away apprehensively, mortified at your rejection, "I- I'm sorry, I thought-"

"I ... I don't want to sleep with you, Jungkook. It's not like that," you avoided his eyes, looking down rather than at him.

His face burned and his heart broke. He was beyond embarrassed at having done such a thing and receiving rejection in return. It had taken an insane amount of balls for him to do so, only for him to fuck things up.

"I'm so sorry, I'll-"

"Jungkook, it's fine. Don't worry about it," you tried to alleviate things to no avail.

"I- I gotta go. I'll see you later," were his last words before running out of your penthouse, embarrassed at how badly he felt he'd fucked things up.

He made it to his own penthouse without once looking back, feeling nothing but mortification at the situation he'd put himself in.

Did you really hold no interest in him? You'd said he was the only person who managed to get you off, that you loved his voice and his videos. You'd commented all the filthy things you wanted to do to him in his streams. You were currently letting him live in a luxury penthouse for free and paying him upwards of $3,000 dollars per week just so he could keep doing his streams. Where had he read things wrong?

On top of it all, he still wanted you so badly. That mere kiss had reignited all the arousal he had felt prior to coming over to your place tonight.

You had kissed back for a few moments, and that was enough for Jungkook's pathetic self to reach into his pants and grab onto his hard cock as soon as he made it back to his bed. He tortured himself with thoughts of you, picturing what you'd look like under those shorts.

Thinking back to the sight of you bent over, he got on his knees, grabbing onto a pillow and positioning it in front of him as he humped into it, hand still playing with his cock. The sight must've been pathetic, but he just felt so needy for you. That single sigh you'd released against his lips was more than enough to feed into his wicked imagination, making his eyes roll back at the image he'd conjured in his head.

He found his end like this, pathetic and alone in a room that belonged to you. When it was all said and done, he went to sleep with a lump in his throat, not knowing how he'd face you again after tonight.

You made various attempts at contacting him throughout the following week, only to receive no answer.

Jungkook didn't leave the penthouse nor did he do any streams for those seven days. He felt as if he'd been broken up with, and felt extremely terrified as to what this meant for his future. He had already let go of his lease at his previous apartment and had quit both his jobs. There was nothing to his name anymore other than the money you'd given him that he'd saved up. What was he supposed to do now?

Another worry of his was how you may be feeling at the moment. You considered him a friend at the very least, so disappearing on you like that made him feel like a terrible person. Ungrateful was what he was.

On the eighth day of icing you out was when he finally grew the balls to go see you again. Without warning, much like before, he went into your place, finding you at your balcony, back facing him like last time.

You must've sensed his presence, turning around and widening your eyes when you saw him.

"Jungkook-"

"Can we ... Can we pretend that never happened?", he asked apprehensively, knowing it was a fruitless solution but asking anyways.

You looked conflicted at his suggestion, taking a moment to think it over before making eye contact with him again, "Okay," you gave him a tight smile, "We'll pretend it never happened."

You said it with such a decisive tone that Jungkook almost didn't catch the pained look in your eyes. But as he had suggested, he pretended not to notice, opting to bring things back to the way they were before.

~

It only took a few weeks for Jungkook's mind to become rotten again.

It seemed to be easier for you than for him to act as if things never happened. Other than some awkwardness that first night, you acted completely normal afterwards. You treated him as friendly as you had before, even being touchier now. The only thing that had changed was that you didn't tune into his streams anymore. This pained him, as it fully confirmed your lack of romantic or sexual interest in him, but he tried to cope with it.

Except he couldn't do that for too long. Within those weeks, his resolve continued to break as his mind and body ached for him to beg you for just one chance. He wouldn't run this time. If this ruined everything, then so be it. He couldn't live like this anymore.

It was one random afternoon in which he headed to your place unannounced as per usual, making his way to your room, where Taehyung had informed him you were currently at.

You were in your walk-in closet, reorganizing some things, it seemed, when you acknowledged his presence with a quick hi.

Against his better judgment, he interrupted you, turning you around and making you face him, hands holding onto your own. With a concerned look in your eye, you stared back at him with curiosity, verbalizing your concern before he began speaking.

The lump in his throat was already there, and the frustration in his voice as evident as he spoke.

"I dont- I don't understand. Why don't you want me? I thought all this time that- that you may have liked me," he began, already exasperated, "I- I want you so badly ... I can't think of anything else. You're all I think about," he slowly leaned down into your neck at every word spoken, hands tightening around your own, "Please ... Give me one chance ... I- I don't care about the money," he braved a trace of his lips against your neck, pressing a few hot kisses when you didn't push him away, "I'll give it all back, I don't care, just- just please ... I need to have you. Let me have you just this once," he practically whimpered between kisses to your skin, sighing when your hands squeezed his own.

Without responding, you nosed his cheek, nudging him to face you. Your eyes were on his lips and your breath heavy, your breasts rising along with every breath. Your lips found his own with a heavy kiss, invading all his senses immediately.

"Okay, Kookie, you- you can have me ... I'll- I'll let you ..." you couldn't continue due to his needy tongue slipping into your mouth, body pushing your own against your closet wall and hands wrapping around your waist.

He lost control of himself early on, hands feeling at every inch of your body with an untamed desperation. Hands squeezed at every curve as he attempted to mold you against his own body. His breathy sighs landed in your lips, groaning any time you'd moan in return.

"T-thank you. Fuck, thank you, thank you, thank you," he rambled on into your lips, only interrupted when your hand went to the back of his head and forcefully pulled him closer.

His lips trailed down to your neck, sensual as they left love bites in their wake. He made it all the way to your chest, managing to nose your tank top out of the way and reveal a bare breast. With a groan, his lips wrapped around your nipple, licking and tugging at it in desperation.

"Kookie ..." you breathed out, "Take me to bed ..."

He needed no further instruction, walking you back messily, as he refused to disconnect his hands or lips from your body. When you landed on the bed, he hovered over you, kissing at every bare inch available to him, drinking in every sigh you let out.

Once he made his way to your thighs, he sucked at the supple skin, breathing in the natural scent of your body. Above him, you dug your nails into his hair, encouraging every kiss without needing so much as a word. Jungkook was reeling at the mere opportunity to have you. He was on a high he'd never experienced before.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he mumbled into your skin, "Smell so good, fuck," he murmured to himself when his lips made their way closer to your center, frustrated at the cloth preventing him from rubbing his nose against the source of the heavenly scent.

His hands went to your shorts, silently aiding you in removing them as you lifted your hips to make it easier for him. All at once, your panties came off with them, leaving a small trail of slick behind. You threw off your shirt in the meantime. Jungkook's mind was already muddled with arousal, and the sight only made it worse. A groan was the last thing to leave his lips before they became occupied by your cunt, continuing to let out muffler sounds of desire against your cunt.

"K-kookie!", you cried out, "So good, fuck. Good fucking boy ..." you moaned whilst pushing his head further into you.

And he adored it. He needed you to use him shamelessly. He needed your cries and whimpers to imbed into his mind until they were the only thing he remembered. Your taste had already ruined him and your sounds were on their way to bury him even further.

He was a pathetic mess between your legs, crying out as it he were the one receiving the pleasure. Every lick and taste went straight to his cock, rendering him the most pussydrunk he'd ever been.

"It's so good ... Pussy's so fucking good," he whimpered, tongue going back and forth between torturing your clit and toying with your folds up until his tongue became stagnant in licking your arousal out of you, nose perfectly rubbing against your clit.

This caused you to begin canting your hips into his mouth, basically using his face as a glorified toy meant for your unadulterated pleasure. Shamelessly, you used him, letting out whiny cries of his name whilst every single noise went straight to his cock. He attempted to mumble im encouragement against your cunt, but he was far too gone. His eyes were rolled back and his brain a muddled mess.

With all his willpower, he managed to aim his eyes at you, encountering a sight he had only ever dreamed about before. Your eyes were rolled back, mindless and blissed out. Your mouth was agape, occasionally letting out the prettiest sounds known to man. Your hand was toying with your breasts, making Jungkook green with envy that he couldn't entertain every inch of your body all at once.

"'m gonna cum, Jungkook ... Need you to make me cum, f-fuck," you whimpered, hiccuping gasps in between.

He almost felt his own orgasm gnawing at him at that moment, but he needed to hold on. He'd be damned if he didn't feel you wrapped around him before losing himself.

"Cum, p-please ... Wanna taste you so bad, baby. Feel so good against my tongue ... Prettiest cunt, oh fuck," he rambled into your lips, aching for the moment you came.

"K-kookie! Y-yes, yes, just like that," you cried, nails digging into his scalp whilst your end took over, hips grinding harshly against his face.

Drenched in you, Jungkook licked wantonly at you, losing himself in your cunt as he rambled praise at you. The experience was otherworldly to him, making him black out in the immense lust your own pleasure was causing him.

He whimpered and nosed at your pussy, allowing a depraved part of himself to take over. He was on cloud nine at having you melt under him, having to will his hips into staying still as to not accidentally let himself go before he got to have you.

"Hmng, Kookie- Too- too much," you whimpered when his lips wouldn't leave you even after your orgasm had subsided. At some point you had to harshly pull at his hair, getting a depraved moan from him in return before he actually separated himself from you.

Before you could verbalize any praise for him, he made his way back up your body, invading your mouth in a wet mess of a kiss. He pushed your own taste into your mouth, swallowing your groan when you sucked into his tongue needily. His hands finally found the opportunity to feel up your body, hands grabbing at your tits and humming into your mouth at how delicious you felt against him.

"So fucking perfect," he mumbled, "God, fucking girl of my dreams ... Need you so bad- always needed you," he murmured absentmindedly as he got his fill of you.

With a mind of their own, his hips rutted into your own, giving him the friction he'd been craving since the moment you kissed. He would've been content with just the feeling of his clothed cock dragging against your bare pussy, had you not suddenly interrupted him with a whine.

"Kookie, please ... Fuck me. Been wanting you for months," you whined in between kisses.

"Fuck ... Want me? Do you really want me, gorgeous? Tell me," he begged, hips losing control.

"Wanted you since I first saw you, Kookie ... Didn't want to take advantage," you cried when his bulge angled perfectly against the most sensitive part of your cunt, nails digging into his biceps.

"Take advantage! I'll give you anything you want," his kisses went down to your tits, moaning into your skin.

He brought himself almost to completion as he kissed at your body, hips seeking their high from the mere friction, but he robbed himself of his orgasm before he could finish. With mewls in complaint from you, he separated himself from you to unclothe, making his way back to you immediately, almost as if he'd burn if he wasn't pressed up against you.

"'m gonna fuck you so good ... Shit, can't think, just want you wrapped around me so badly," he whimpered as he dragged his tip up and down your cunt, hiccuping whines of need.

"Fuck me, God, Kookie, please," you pleaded in a needy tone Jungkook had never heard from you.

"Anything you want ..." he mumbled as he positioned himself against you, losing all ability to speak when he finally entered you.

As much as Jungkook wanted to verbalize how otherworldly you felt around him, his words left him. He was reduced to a mess of gasps and needy hiccups of your name. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes at how badly he'd needed you all this time, finally fulfilling the desire that had been bugging at him since he met you.

Your walls suffocated him, causing his eyes to roll back at the immense pleasure you were giving him. Nothing his imagination had conjured about you could possibly parallel how good you felt.

"Pussy's so warm for me, fuck ... L-love this pussy," he managed to groan into the skin of your neck. His nonsensical praise was followed by even more senseless words, waxing poetic as he fucked into you.

"Prettiest pussy ... Wanted it all this time, craved it so badly ..."

"Thought about you every time I touched myself ... Needed this cunt wrapped around me."

"How is it so warm? Fuck, it's so warm n tight n all for me, huh? My pussy ..."

"Got so fucking sad when you rejected me ... W-wanted you to watch my streams ... They were all for you, f-fuck. Thought of you only."

You tightened particularly harsh after that last comment, finally responding with a shuddered breath of your own.

"I- I kept watching. I was so embarrassed, I used another burner," you revealed between gasps, "Touched myself hoping you'd come b-back and fuck me ..."

This knowledge made him lose his mind — the little of it he still had left. His eyes rolled back and his hips lost their composure. Strong arms lifted your legs further up his frame, with Jungkook now pistoning into you with an intensity that had both of you wailing. No more words could be exchanged when you were so lost in pleasure.

The thought of you wanting him as much as he did you — simply holding back due to not wanting to put any pressure on him or scare him off — made any last sense of sanity leave him. His cock hammered against your cunt as if he hated you, seeking his high whilst his hand snuck down to toy at your puffy clit.

He knew you were sensitive from your previous orgasm, groaning deep within his chest when his suspicions about your incoming high were confirmed by the sudden tightness of your cunt. This was how his own orgasm found him, dragging him down right with you.

His lips found yours, muffling any cries of pleasure by shoving his tongue in your mouth and swallowing every noise that attempted to leave your lips.

Even through the sensitivity of your subsiding orgasms, his hips did not halt, making him whine at how painfully good it all felt. If it hadn't been for your whines in protest, he would've continued until you were both crying. His body had no limit when it came to you.

Nuzzling against you, he kissed at whatever skin was available to him, humming at how soft you felt. Your hands caressed at him, pressing him onto you with a satisfied hum in return.

He relished in the silence for a while, shuffling so he could lay beside you without having to pull out. He could feel some of his cum spilling out of your cunt, causing him to scrunch up his nose. You must've noticed this, giggling at him.

"What?", he challenged, taking a teasing nibble from your skin.

"You act so shy, yet you fuck me an inch from my life," you laugh, nudging him for a kiss.

"I already embarrassed myself in front of you so many times, I needed to make a good impression," he rebutted.

"You made a good impression months ago, Jungkookie. Why do you think I spend thousands on you every month?", you teased, knowing he'd be too sheepish to come up with a comeback to that.

"Well, m-maybe you should stop paying me if we're going to be dating now," he braved, nervous despite his confident tone (and despite his cock still being buried deep in you).

"Oh? Dating? I don't recall anyone asking me out?"

He groaned, nibbling at you again and grinning at your giggle.

"Will you, Y/N, owner of my dick and heart, do me the honor of going out with me?"

You laughed again, making his cock twitch at the sudden vibration, "Hmm. Fuck me again and I'll think about it," you went to kiss him again.

It was hard to kiss you back with the smile taking over his face, but he did his best, flipping around to hover over you again, leaning down to kiss you.

"With pleasure ..."

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"How come you don't stream anymore?", you asked whilst running your hands through your boyfriend's fluffy hair, enjoying the way he nuzzled into your chest for the utmost comfort.

"Hmm," he pondered for a bit, "I don't really need to anymore. Plus, it feels kinda wrong now that I have a girlfriend."

You hummed at that. He had a point. You were quite possessive over him ever since you became official, so it was probably for the best he didn't stream that often nowadays. However, you had to admit, you missed that period of time in which he'd do lewd acts on screen while you watched and egged him on on the chat. Those were the moments in which he was most vulnerable.

There were also a few instances after becoming official in which he'd stream while you were watching from behind the scenes, giving you the best view of the pathetic mess he'd become. However, these became scarce after some time.

"Why do you ask?", he added after a while.

Shrugging, you cuddled closer to him, "I dunno. I kinda miss watching you sometimes."

At this, he repositioned himself, twisting his neck so he could face you, "Huh?"

It was a kind of an embarrassing and maybe voyeuristic thing, but you did feel some weird enjoyment out of being able to provide for Jungkook as he jerked off to an audience back when you'd first met him. Knowing that it was you who could give him what he needed while others could only watch without having any sort of connection made you feel powerful. It made you feel like you had some sort of ownership over him. The nature of the dynamic was thrilling to you.

This was something you hadn't thoroughly explored with Jungkook yet. After becoming a couple, you had halted all the transactions to him upon his request. He claimed that he didn't want you to feel like his attraction to you had been born out of interest (something which he was able to demonstrate time and time again). Despite your constant insistence that you'd never feel that way, he insisted, though still remained living with you free of charge. He explored other fields of interest and began working a freelance job he enjoyed (with your help), shifting your dynamic into a more ordinary one.

You thoroughly agreed with any and every change he deemed necessary in order to feel more comfortable with your relationship. But despite this, you still missed the days in which you felt like Jungkook was eating at the palm of your hand — the power and control that came with it and the desperation it had driven into Jungkook up until the point of desperation in which he finally begged to have you.

"I assumed you'd be more possessive than that," he responded, "I thought you'd rather keep me to yourself."

"That's kinda true, but ... I also liked that, uh, desperation you used to show in your streams," you blushed at your own admission.

"Oh," he breathed, "W-well, I could always-"

"No, Kookie, I don't want to push you to do something you wouldn't want to do anymore," you reassured, shuffling on the couch so he'd be able to sit up and face you.

"I just mean- if there's anything you want me to do, I'll do it. You're my girlfriend, and you've already done so much for me, y'know? There's nothing I wouldn't do for you," he rebutted, staring at you with nothing but sincerity in his eyes.

You bit your lip, pondering whether or not you wanted your boyfriend to know about the sinister thoughts you'd always had about him — the thoughts of him in utter desperation as you gave him whatever it was he needed most at that moment.

But there wad something in his eyes; a look that showed you that his words were truthful. The boy wanted nothing more than to please you. He'd do anything you wanted, and that thought made you burn inside.

This was how you found yourself sitting in front of a deprived Jungkook by the end of the night, tied up and already on the verge of his third stolen orgasm of the night. As wicked as you felt, his eyes continued to tell the truth — he was enthralled by it all. As much as you loved a desperate Jungkook, it seemed as if he loved to be taken care of just as much.

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BUNNY ‖ two

There's no way for you to avoid the topic of Jungkook around your roommate, so things get really messy when you see them at the club.

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» Bunny — one | two

You hoped Taehyung wouldn’t be at the apartment when you got back, that he’d either be sleeping or out for the day. There was no way you could handle a confrontation of any sort with him right then. You were not only sore from last night but so tired and in need of a long, warm shower that would help you clear your mind and get your thought in order.

After all, you’d just slept with Jungkook and felt like you knew him a lot more intimately than you ever thought you would. You didn’t even think about the consequences before you left his place and realized that you’d actually slept with Taehyung’s best friends. And he was Bunny. And he made you come in ways you didn’t even think you were able to. So, facing Taehyung right after was out of the question.

Sadly, luck didn’t seem to be on your side and the first thing you saw when you opened your apartment door was Taehyung sitting on the sofa, looking sleepy. The second he saw you, though, his eyes widened and a smirk played across his face.

“Where were you?” Your roommate grinned, unable to contain his excitement.

“Just out and about,” you mumbled and closed the door behind you, hoping he wouldn’t pry too much, but it was Taehyund and you usually loved him for it, but not today. “Just out… there.”

“Out there on Jungkook’s dick?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow and looked you straight in the eyes.

One of your biggest problems was that you simply couldn’t lie. When stuck in a situation like that, you’d get red in the face, chuckle, look around nervously, or do a combination of those. The worst part about it was that Taehyung knew you well enough to know that about you, so there was no way you could get away with lying around your roommate.

“Shut up”, you grunted at him and started walking towards your bedroom, hoping to run away before he said another word, but Taehyung was faster.

Before you could make two steps, he sprung up and suddenly stood right in front of you, blocking your way. “No fucking way,” Taehyung’s voice gave off his excitement. He placed his hands on your shoulders and grinned. “You fucking did it!”

“Taehyung, please,” you rolled your eyes at him, to which he laughed loudly. Clearly, the whole situation was amusing to your friend.

“You really fucked Jungkook!” He said, clapping excitedly. “Come, there’s breakfast in the kitchen.”

You didn’t want to have breakfast, but Taehyung practically dragged you out there and served it to you. Of course, he was trying to get as much out of you as possible, but you’d already decided not to share any details. Jungkook was a mutual friend and there was no way you’d tell Taehyung any details about the night you’ve spent together.

Taehyung watched you as you ate and it became unbearable to have his eyes on you at all times. Whenever you’d glance at him during those couple of minutes, you’d find him staring right back. “What!?”

“You really had Jungkook’s dick in your mouth?” Taehyung asked nonchalantly, making you choke on the piece of egg in your mouth. “Oh my God, you did.”

You shook your head and took a sip of the coffee so it would push the egg down your throat when Taehyung jumped up again. “What was it like? You two finally broke the dry spell!”

“No details, okay?” You looked at him with a sigh. “Let’s not talk about it.”

“Hey, you’re not being fair,” Taehyung crossed his arms over his chest. “It was my idea for you two to hook up and now nobody wants to tell me anything.”

“You’re being nosy. Nobody likes that,” you shot him a glare and continued eating.

“Fine, be mean at your generous roommate,” Taehyug shrugged and got his phone out to dial someone and you hoped to God he wasn’t about to call Jungkook and ask him about sex with you right in front of you.

Even worse, Taehyung decided to call Jimin, who you knew would be even more excited about this. He lived for petty shit like that.

“Jimiiiin!” Taehyung shouted like he hadn’t seen him in years after putting his friend on speaker, so you could hear the two of them ridicule you. How thoughtful of him. “Sorry for calling so early, man, but I have great news!”

“Who is she and will you see her again?” Jimin asked curtly, which made you chuckle and earned you a glare from Taehyung.

“Guess who finally got laid last night?” Taehyung asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Who?”

“Oh, come on, guess!”

“Your roommate? Because I sure as hell know it wasn’t Jungkook,” Jimin scoffed. “If you tell me it was him, I’m going out to celebrate right now.”

The thought made Taehyung laugh loudly. “The two of them fucked.”

The scream that Jimin let out startled you so much that you dropped your fork and made Taehyung look at you.

“No fucking way!” Jimin shouted again, now chuckling. “What!?”

“I know, dude. I’m a pro at this,” Taehyung crossed his arms behind his head and grinned. “I suggested they fuck and they did. I’m adding matchmaking to my Linkedin profile the second I hang up. Call me Mr. Love from now on.”

“Add him to the call,” Jimin suggested, which Taehyung immediately did, so you threw a crumpled napkin at him and shook your head. He was not going to ask Jungkook about your sex life while you were there.

“Guys, stop,” you said. “This is ge—”

You were interrupted by the sound of Jungkook’s groggy voice. “If you’re calling to ask me about sex, I swear I’m blocking you both.”

It made you chuckle and you instantly regretted making a sound since you hoped Jungkook wouldn’t think you were in on this bullshit of theirs.

“You sound awfully grumpy for a man who’s just got laid,” Jimin teased with a loud chuckle.

“Yeah. I mean, I was just about to ask how warm—” Taehyung poked his tongue at you to show he was joking. “Never mind, just a joke.”

“You’re not getting a word out of me,” Jungkook said coldly. “One more reference to it from either of you and I’m hanging up.”

“Man, come on!” Taehyung exclaimed. “I have to get some credit for this.”

“For what exactly?” Jungkook scoffed. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like he was in the mood to share any details about your night with him to his friend, and you felt relieved. “Being a nosy friend who doesn’t let his friends sleep or have a personal life?”

“For hooking you up with the best girl out there,” Taehyung gave you a wink like he was doing you a favor. Did he really think you needed his help to get with Jungkook? It wasn’t that serious.

Jungkook stayed silent, so Jimin took the time to scream again. “I fucking love this for you guys. Way to go!”

“Just think of how many doors this will open,” Taehyung proposed the idea and Jimin hummed in agreement. “If you can manage to get my dearest roommate to bed, you can walk up to girls at the club and talk to them. So, you’ll finally get out there a bit more and talk to people.”

“And fuck,” Jimin suggested. “If that’s what you want, of course.”

“Guys, please,” Jungkook scoffed again, sounding even more annoyed with his friends than earlier. “I’m tired and I want to go take a shower. Do you have something to tell me or will it be more of this shit?”

“I just wanted to say that she came home all wobbly on her feet, so good jo—” Taehyung was interrupted by your foot kicking his thigh because that was all you could reach from the other side of the table.

“You’re gross,” you got up and carried the dishes to the sink before making a run for your room in hopes that Taehyung would be too busy talking to his friends to notice.

Thankfully, you got there before he could react, so you locked yourself inside your room and went to take a shower and clear your mind. That proved to be a bigger task than you’d imagined. It was practically impossible not to think about Jungkook.

Jungkook was Bunny.

You slept with Jungkook.

You slept with Bunny! Fuck, the thought was unreal.

What was even more unbelievable was that you liked Jungkook a lot more than you did Bunny, no matter how crazy it sounded. Jungkook was real while Bunny was something he made up just to feel more confident. Yeah, you loved watching Bunny and had a lot of fun doing it, but you had infinitely more fun with Jungkook last night.

It was hard to get Jungkook out of your head, mostly because of the revelation of his online identity, but also because he was so good you wanted to go back for more, and that rarely happened.

Still, that was out of the question. You both wanted to get laid, you hadn’t done it in a long time, and things just happened. After all, you’d just found out he was the guy you’d been drooling over for months, so it was only fitting. But hooking up with someone could be just that—hooking up. There was no need to turn it into more or start fantasizing about turning it into something that it just wasn’t, especially with a guy who was a lot less experienced than you.

Besides, you were overwhelmed with emotions the previous night, but as soon as you woke up, it was like common sense reappeared. One look at sleeping Jungkook next to you was enough to make you get out of bed and get out of his apartment before he woke up. You didn’t regret the choice, but it wasn’t the smartest one, namely because of the two guys you were both friends with.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Avoiding Taehyung was that week’s mission. He kept spamming you with pictures of Jungkook and plant emojis, sent you bullshit articles about what to do after hooking up with a friend, then some about hooking up with younger guys, all with the goal of making fun of you.

You had to admit, it was funny, and you’d probably do the same thing if the roles were reversed. After all, Taehyung’s been trying to get you to come out of your shell and live a little for a long time now, and he was doing the same with Jungkook, so of course, he was happy about you two getting to help each other out. You’d be happy for your friends too. The thing was, Jungkook and you hooked up once and that was it, but whenever Taehyung teased you about it, it seemed like he wanted to set you guys up, and you weren’t exactly down with that idea.

After a while, Taehyung started to take pictures of Jungkook whenever they were hanging out at the gym and sending them to you, asking for feedback. When he sent a shirtless picture, you had to admit you looked at it more than once, wondering how you’d never noticed how handsome Jungkook was. Maybe it was his shy demeanor that never made you look twice at him, which was your own fault.

In the picture Taehyung sent, Jungkook was lifting weights and his shorts had also risen up his thighs, which allowed you to get a perfect look at his naked torso and thick thigs, his crotch covered by the skimpy fabric of his gym shorts. The image instantly reminded you of all those Bunny videos you watched and loved, so you deleted it before you could look at it again and make yourself suffer.

Then, Taehyung sent you a boomerang of Jungkook’s bulge. He was in the process of standing up from a sofa and the way he moved made his cock move around his boxers, clearly, as it was visible in the short clip. While it made you salivate, you thought it was highly inappropriate of Taehyung to be taking pictures and videos of Jungkook, probably without his knowledge and sending them to you. Besides, it wasn’t like you and Jungkook were incompetent and couldn’t talk to each other.

You: stop!!! i’m not interested, leave me alone

You sent the text hoping that Taehyung would take the hint and fuck off already.

While you loved and appreciated him and couldn’t imagine your life without him anymore, Taehyung was known to cross boundaries from time to time because of his free spirit. He was one of those people who could discuss anything with anyone and feel no shame while doing it, so he probably couldn’t understand why you didn’t want to talk to him about how good Jungkook’s cock felt inside of you. Taehyung, for one, would surely talk about that to you if the roles were reversed.

The fact that Jungkook was his friend made things more interesting for Taehyung while it made it all the more uncomfortable for you, so you spent the week out with your girl friends, staying late at work, or meeting up with friends afterward, all with the hope of avoiding Taehyung until something even bigger happened. You even started going to gym classes again so you wouldn’t be around the apartment as much.

Taehyung knocked on your door that Saturday night and grinned from ear to ear when you opened it. “Hey, beautiful! You coming out with us?”

“Not tonight,” you shook your head at him, surprised that he still hadn’t mentioned Jungkook. Was he there, too?

“Why not?” Taehyung sighed. “Listen, if it’s about me and Jungkook, I get it. I’ll back off, I promise.”

“It’s not about that,” you said in all honesty. While that was the main reason you didn’t want to join Taehyung and his friends, you had a more appropriate one. “Soo-young invited me to go party with them and I think it’s time I go out with girls a bit and have some fun. It’s time I start living, too, right?”

Taehyung nodded and wished you luck before grabbing his stuff and going to Jungkook’s, which instantly made you think of Bunny.

You didn’t watch any of his streams. Well, to be clear, he hadn’t streamed at all since you two hooked up and you would never dare think it was because of you. No, you’d never think that because it simply wasn’t true.

There’s no way Jungkook would throw away the pretty lucrative side business just because he got laid. You thought it had a lot to do with the fact that his secret was out.

Well, kind of.

Of course, you’d never tell a living soul about the whole camboy stuff, but Jungkook probably felt different about this type of thing now that someone from his real life knew about it.

Still, you didn’t feel like asking him about it and making him even more uncomfortable, so you kept your mouth shut and checked your email for Bunny updates, but you couldn’t find any. Clearly, he gave it up, at least for a while. You hoped you knowing his identity didn’t have anything to do with that decision, but you weren’t going to pry and try to find out. It was his life and his choice.

Sadly, that was what was going through your mind hours later at the club while Soo-young had someone’s tongue down her throat and Ji-Ho was dancing with some random guy she’d just met.

Is this what parties were all about? You were just as drunk as your two friends, if not more, but you just couldn’t get yourself to act like that and throw yourself at a random guy and hope he’s not a total creep or a prick. What if the guy was a terrible person? You never wanted to take the risk, but you envied your friends for having so much trust in strangers.

That’s why you stayed by your table and drank. A lot. So much so that you thought you were making Taehyung up.

You closed your eyes for a second, but no, he was still there, walking right towards you with three figures behind him. Taehyung grinned as soon as your eyes met and you instinctively looked behind him to see who he was with. You immediately recognized Jungkook, well before you realized Jimin was there with some guy you didn’t even know.

Jungkook was there. Jungkook. Bunny. You could hear your heartbeat in your ear as they walked towards you. Fuck.

Taehyung walked over and gave you a big hug, which you gladly accepted. Now that you were drunk, it was easier to deal with his humor based on your sex life. Still, you weren’t sure how things would go with Jungkook, especially in public.

“Hey, minx,” Taehyung chuckled and pecked your cheek. “Not having fun?”

“Ah, it’s okay,” you blatantly lied, which made him grin. Taehyung knew you too well—you rarely had fun when you went out with your single friends, with the exception of your roommate. If Taehyung planned on getting laid, he’d let you know in advance so you could leave or find yourself company. Your friends never showed you the courtesy, but it was girl code to stick around to make sure your friend isn’t too drunk or talking to some total creep.

“We’re here to make it all better!” Taehyung smiled at you and then looked at his friends.

Jimin wiggled his eyebrows suggestively while Jungkook simply gave you a nod and looked away before you could even nod back, which you weren’t intending on doing. Who the hell fucks someone and then nods at them?

The third guy reached out to shake your hand. “I’m Namjoon, nice to meet you,” he said in a low tone, and you remembered that they have mentioned him before.

You introduced yourself too and Taehyung decided to butt in. “We told you you’d get along well, you have the same interests.”

“Oh, really?” Namjoon asked, taking a step closer so he could talk to you, which is what you ended up doing for at least half an hour.

You knew next to nothing about Namjoon, so you had a lot of topics to explore. Talking to him helped you focus on something else other than your desperate staring at Jungkook. As if he knew what you liked, he was wearing a black button-up and left a couple of buttons undone, so you could see his toned chest.

The pants he was wearing seemed way too tight for comfort, but he moved in them just fine, every move accentuating a different muscle on his long, muscly legs.

Fuck, you were thirsting over Jungkook, of all people, and in front of all your friends. It had to stop. Jungkook wasn’t even paying attention to you, which made the whole situation even worse.

Namjoon was talking about his plant collection and while you did enjoy these talks, you couldn’t concentrate on anything he was saying. All you kept thinking about was Bunny and Jungkook and them being the same person who just so happened to be at your table.

Here and there one of the guys would jump into the conversation and ask Namjoon to stop pestering you with his plant stories but Jungkook stayed on the side and never said much. At a certain point, you started wondering if it would be okay for you to just go away.

You were almost expecting the guys to joke about you and Jungkook, but nobody said a word about it, and Jungkook seemed keen on completely ignoring you and pretending you weren’t there, which stung a bit if you were being honest. Well, it probably did because you were drunk, but that didn’t change the fact that the dude slept with you and could barely look in your direction now.

Instead of going home, you talked to Namjoon and said yes whenever someone offered a shot. Before you knew it, you were tipsy, to say the least.

Jungkook went away and for a second, you felt sad that he’d gone home. It wasn’t like you two were friends and would talk, but it still felt somewhat good seeing him. You were nervous about what the first time you two saw each other would be like, and it went better than you expected since nobody teased you or made things uncomfortable. The fact that he was avoiding you was a lot more acceptable than that.

You went to the bathroom to get the alcohol out of your system and splash some cold water over your face when you noticed Jungkook walking from the bathroom towards you. Oh, so he didn’t go home.

The hallway was pretty long and there were people around, but you two couldn’t pretend not to see each other, so neither one of you did. Sooner or later, you two had to talk to each other, so why not now? At least you were drunk.

“Are you going to go home with Joon?” Jungkook asked when you two approached each other in the crowded hallway. That was the first thing he was going to ask?

“No,” you told him straight away, resisting the urge to scoff. “Why?”

“Just please, anyone else,” Jungkook seemed uncomfortable now as he cleared his throat and looked around, his hands shoved deep inside his front pockets. “He’s my friend.”

“Okay,” you sighed, wondering if you were acting like you were into Namjoon. You weren’t, clearly, but Jungkook didn’t seem to get it. “I don’t have an interest in him, not like that, anyway.”

“Cool. I’ll let you go to the bathroom.”

You nodded and walked past him, wondering why things were so awkward again. Just a week ago, he was deep inside of you, kissing you, cuddling you, and now you two couldn’t say two sentences to each other without looking away.

Of course, sex ruined many great things, but you didn’t think your awkward friendship with Jungkook would be one.

When you got back, you found that your friends somehow made their way back to your table and were on extremely friendly terms with the guys. Soo-young ordered shots for everyone, and Ji-Ho seemed to be the star of the night, as always.

Whatever she was saying to Jimin and Jungkook was working because neither one of them could look away from her. You couldn’t blame them, though—she was funny and attractive.

Still, if Jungkook asked you not to fuck Namjoon, he shouldn’t have been drooling over your friends. What’s fair was fair. Right?

For a second, you felt bad about even thinking about it. Jungkook’s request was out of line since you two have never dated or anything like that, you two barely talked, but that didn’t mean you should stoop down to that level. That was your stance on it.

But, seeing Jungkook chuckling when Ji-Ho said something annoyed you. Where was he coming from, asking you not to go home with Namjoon when he was trying the same thing with your friend? Feeling extremely bitchy, you decided to text him.

To your surprise, Jungkook checked his smartwatch to see who was texting despite Ji-Ho talking to him. When he noticed your name flash across his screen, Jungkook shot you a worried glance and got his phone out of his jeans pocket to read the text.

You: I’ll trade you not sleeping with Namjoon with not sleeping with Ji-Ho. Deal?

For a second, Jungkook seemed really confused. Then, he looked at your friend and then at you and shook his head in disapproval. He downed his shot and then replied.

Jungkook: wasn’t my intention at all

You read the text but decided to put your phone away instead of saying anything back. Besides, you’ve said what you wanted to say to him. If he thought you sleeping with Namjoon would be difficult to listen about, he couldn’t even imagine what it would be like for you if he slept with Ji-Ho.

You always thought she would get along well with Taehyung because the two of them would go into detail about everything, including their sex partners. These two felt no shame discussing their sex lives in excruciating detail. So, you didn’t want to hear about the size and smoothness of Jungkook’s cock, or the bunny tattoo, or the firmness of his chest, or the things she did to him. You didn’t want to know.

He could fuck literally anyone else in the world—it didn’t have to be one of your friends. You couldn’t blame Ji-Ho, though. Jungkook was hot, single, and, most importantly, she didn’t know you two fucked. For some reason, you didn’t tell anyone. Taehyung was in on it from the beginning, and he told Jimin, but you hadn’t said a word about it to anyone.

You weren’t ashamed of it or anything like that, you just needed time to process it. So, when you hung out with your friends, you didn’t mention it. As time went out, you still thought about it but felt less of a need to talk about the whole thing with anyone. Besides, your friend didn’t even know Jungkook, and there was no way you could tell them anything about Bunny, so there was no point in discussing any of it.

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Jungkook and you were the only ones who were drinking an hour later. The rest of the group were slowly getting tired, but you two just kept drinking, clearly unhappy about the situation. You could understand it. First of all, things were tense between the two of you because you slept together and never spoke to each other again until you found yourself at the same club.

Of course, it would have been weird with anyone, let alone Jungkook, who could barely speak to you anyway. He also wanted to fuck your friend but you cockblocked him, so you were sure that made his mood even worse, and you were unhappy with things in general.

Was sleeping with him worth it? Yeah, it was probably the best sex you’ve ever had but it also made things awkward and all his friends probably knew about it and could see him ignoring you the entire evening. Your ego just had to take the hit and call it a day.

Not long after, Jimin went home to his girlfriend and Ji-Ho started to dance with Taehyung, even though it looked more like dry-humping than dancing. Since Taehyung was so into it, you figured Jungkook had lost his chance with your friend, which would explain the sour mood he seemed to be in.

He and Namjoon were talking to Soo-young and you stood next to them and drank in silence, not knowing what to say to any of them. You figured talking to Namjoon would rub Jungkook the wrong way, but then again, it wasn’t like you could talk to Jungkook.

And then, you caught his gaze, and, for the first time in a long time, he didn’t look away. Jungkook seemed to be bored, just like yourself, so you raised your glass at him and downed the rest of your drink. Jungkook didn’t do the same. Instead, he turned around to face his friend and continued talking to him.

Well, he was pissed, to say the least. That was the last straw—you decided to go fix your make-up and go home. It was already 3 am, so Soo-young wouldn’t get mad at you for leaving early because it wasn’t that early at all anymore. Besides, you weren’t exactly having fun and it didn’t look like she needed you. The guys were good company and they weren’t creeps, so it wasn’t like you were leaving her on her own.

On your way out of the bathroom, you ran into Jungkook, who was leaning against the wall like he was waiting for someone. Ji-Ho? Couldn’t have been her, she was out there with Taehyung. When he saw you, Jungkook pushed himself off the wall and walked over to you, suddenly looking a lot more confident than before.

But, when Jungkook got so close to you that you could hear each other speak, the confidence went away. His hair was damp at the sides of his face because it was hot inside the club and it reminded you of the night you spent at his place and how soft his curls felt between your fingers. Not the time nor the place, you reminded yourself.

“Can I ask you something?” Jungkook said, his voice sounding a bit weak.

“Sure,” you nodded, deciding to look straight into his eyes. You had nothing to be ashamed of and you weren’t going to act weird around him, even if he seemed awkward. “Is everything alright?”

“Why are you not interested?” Jungkook asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I mean, I thought we, uh, we got along… well, let’s say.”

“Uhm, what?” It took a second for your to process his words. Where did he get this idea? “We did. Why do you think I’m not interested?”

Jungkook scratched the back of his head and looked at your mouth instead of your eyes. “Taehyung told me.”

You scoffed, remembering the text you sent to your roommate after he kept pestering you for days. Why on earth would he show that text to Jungkook, of all people? “I told Taehyung I wasn’t interested in him sending me pictures of you,” you explained with a nod at the end.

“That’s a bit strange for someone who enjoyed my… streams,” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow at you, and it made you chuckle. He had you there.

“Speaking of which, why did you stop posting?” you couldn’t help but ask. You really wanted to know what made Jungkook stop doing something he was doing for a long time, something that brought him in some good money, and made him more confident.

He shrugged and looked away. “I felt a bit weird about it.”

“Because I know?” You asked, hoping that wasn’t the case.

“Yeah. And because we… Slept together.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. It’s your… side job,” you tried to make it seem like a no big deal, even though you’d probably be freaking out too if you were him. After all, you were freaking out because he knew you watched him. Still, you knew he’d never tell anyone because he’d out himself too if he said a word about it.

“Yeah, but I—” he sighed before clearing his throat, clearly uncomfortable. “I thought I might ruin my chances of it happening again if I continued doing what I do.”

Would he? You thought about it for a second, but the second wasn’t enough to think about something so complicated. If you were his girlfriend, you’d probably have a hard time accepting the fact that your boyfriend got naked in front of so many people and jerked off for all of them to see.

Still, that opinion wasn’t exactly healthy as everyone had the right to do what they wanted with their body. But, you still had the right to your own preferences and you didn’t want something like that. It was a weird, complicated thing that you had to think long and hard about.

But Jungkook wasn’t your boyfriend and you didn’t have anything against him doing what he did before he even met you.

“Why didn’t you just ask?”

“You know I’m not like my friends. It takes me a while to open up,” Jungkook said while looking straight into your eyes, which you had to commend him for. It took him a while, but he got there. “With you, it’s definitely taking a bit longer.”

“Even after fucking me?” You decided to use the term just because you knew it would get him to act shy again. The contrast between Jungkook and Bunny was so glaring that it was almost unbelievable that they were the same person.

“I know, it’s… Childish,” he readily admitted with a sigh. How was this the same guy who stared right at you while stroking his cock? “Can you, uh, tell me then?”

“Tell you what?”

“Why you’re not interested?” Jungkook cleared his throat again. “I thought I, we, uh, it went well. But it didn’t, so I’d like to know why,” he gulped and scratched the back of his head. “If anything, for future reference, at least.”

“Oh, for future reference?” You cocked your head to the side and grinned. “So you can use my advice on Ji-Ho?”

You were joking, but Jungkook didn’t get that at first so he looked at you, clearly confused. When he realized it was a joke, he scoffed. “I’m serious.”

“I didn’t say I’m not interested,” you took a step closer and leaned in on purpose, getting so close to Jungkook that you could almost kiss him. Now that you knew he was interested but extremely nervous, you felt better about it. “I just want you to be able to say what you want. Otherwise, it won’t happen. We won’t have Taehyung around every time to make the first move for us, right?”

Jungkook gulped loudly and nodded, his breath fanning your face. “Y-yeah, you’re right.”

“Okay,” you patted both his shoulders with a grin. “So, when you have the guts to walk up to me and ask me to come home with you, we’ll see about it.”

With that, you walked past him and made your way to the table, where Namjoon seemed to be really happy to see you since he remembered an exhibition in town you might be interested in, based on your previous conversation. You got lost in the discussion about your favorite works of art with him, but not enough to not notice Jungkook walking back to the table and taking a shot.

You could feel his eyes piercing at you, but you didn’t want to look at him or make the first move in any way. If he wanted this, he had to say something. He was younger, and you could look past that. Younger guys could be a lot of fun too. Well, fucking them, at least. Dating? You weren’t so sure about that, mostly because you haven’t really dated that many guys. But, you thought age had nothing to do with someone being a good date or a boyfriend.

Jungkook was also shy and you didn’t think of it as a dealbreaker. He had trouble talking to women, which wasn’t that big of a deal, either. So what? You used to be awkward as hell around men until you realized they were just as scared of all of it as you were.

But, Jungkook not being able to talk to you was a problem if you wanted to fuck each other again, so he had to get over that obstacle himself. You weren’t going to play these games whenever you saw him or tiptoe around the issue. If he wanted something, he needed to speak up.

In the meantime, Taehyung got back to the table, visibly drunk, and draped his arms around your and Namjoon’s shoulders, pulling you in closer so he could tell you how much he loves you both. Typical Taehyung-after-five-drinks behavior.

“You love us so much, don’t you?” You teased him, which made Namjoon laugh. “We’re just your favorites.”

“And Jungkookie too,” Taehyung said and looked straight ahead at Jungkook who was now somehow standing right in front of you instead of at the other side of the table where he was just seconds ago.

“I’m sorry to break this little party up,” Jungkook said and offered you his hand, which you took without a question. If this was his way of making a move, you were taking it. “But we need to talk.”

“I think they’ll have sex again,” Taehyung turned to Namjoon to explain to him, which made the older friend laugh and pat Taehyung’s shoulder.

“Let’s mind our own business, huh?” Namjoon suggested and nodded at Taehyung.

Man, you did like Namjoon, they were right. He was the only one out of the friend group who didn’t have his nose in everyone else’s business. Still, you couldn’t even think about that, not when Jungkook was holding onto your hand and pushing his way towards the crowd.

You had a feeling he was taking you to the hallway that led to the bathrooms just because it was a lot more quiet than the bar or the dancefloor. However, Jungkook kept on walking, which surprised you. In fact, it excited you. This was the first out of character thing you’ve seen Jungkook do in years.

He entered the female bathroom and thankfully, no one was inside, or you wouldn’t have known what to say to the other women in there. Jungkook opened the first stall he could find and almost shoved you in there.

There wasn’t much room, you found yourself pinned between his body and the door, with both his hands right above your shoulders. “So?”

“Take off your underwear,” Jungkook said firmly, his voice sounding strong and determined, so you listened to what he asked. You couldn’t help but enjoy the tone of his voice and the way that he was looking at you—full of confidence, for once. Was it the alcohol or just annoyance with you and what you’d told Taehyung? You couldn’t tell, but it didn’t really matter.

Once your panties were off, you shoved them into your cross-body bag, not wanting them anywhere near the bathroom floor. You may have been drunk, but not that much. Jungkook spoke up, stopping you from staring at the floor in disgust. “Do you want this?”

“You?” You asked, raising your eyebrows. Fuck yes. “Mhm.”

“Okay,” Jungkook nodded and moved his hands down to his pants to unbutton and unzip them, which your eyes instantly followed. Fuck, you were basically programmed to drool over this man whenever he reached below the waist. “But no Bunny tonight.”

“Who cares?” You mumbled, looking down at his big, veiny hands fumbling with the pants and boxers, pulling them down just enough to let his pink, swollen cock spring out of the confines of his underwear. Did he really think you were doing all this because he was Bunny? At that point, you couldn’t have cared less about his internet persona—he was the real deal.

“About Bunny?” Jungkook asked, placing one hand next to your head and grabbing his cock with the other. “I think you do.”

“You’re hot as Bunny, true,” you agreed, lifting your leg up and wrapping it around his waist to allow him easier access. “But you’re also very attractive like this…”

As if that was all he needed, Jungkook hissed and guided his cock to your entrance.

With one quick thrust of his hips, Jungkook was inside of you fully and he grunted loudly, kicking his head back and exhaling at the feeling of your warm cunt wrapping around his hard dick. He was so hard for you already, and you knew just the idea of fucking you in the bathroom got him all worked up, just like it did you.

You were wet from the second he grabbed your arm like that and asked his friends to excuse you. You knew he could do it, he just needed a little incentive, and what better way was there than to talk to Namjoon?

You hissed too, feeling the familiar sting between your thighs. Of course, things didn’t feel the same without any foreplay, and you hadn’t even masturbated since the last time you slept with Jungkook, so it you a while to adjust to having his cock between your walls.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jungkook grunted and pulled his cock out slowly just to shove it in again, clearly trying to get it as wet as possible so it would glide in and out easily.

“Kiss me,” you said, not even asking, and Jungkook leaned in right away and did exactly what you wanted.

You still felt that kissing was a real turn-on for Jungkook, even if he didn’t think of it that way. You didn’t want to make the same mistake from last time and not kiss him, because that clearly bothered him. Besides, kissing made things better for you, as well.

Before you knew it, his tongue was in your mouth, turning you on almost as much as his cock was. For a second, it seemed like Jungkook forgot he was supposed to fuck you and he focused solely on the kiss, his lips brushing against yours before his tongue sneaked inside your mouth and circled around it, getting you all hot and bothered.

As if he suddenly remembered what he was there to do, Jungkook pulled away a bit and started to thrust into you gently. “So fucking tight.”

“That’s because you’re big,” you complimented him, which made Jungkook bite into his lower lip and start thrusting harder. It was shallow fucking, but you knew he was trying to get you used to him before he went hard on you. Besides, it was hard to fuck in a stall this small.

Jungkook didn’t seem to mind. He lowered his hand to your other leg while wrapping the other hand around your waist, getting you to wrap both legs around him, your back leaning against the door. Who knew he was that strong? The kid was full of surprises.

“Is that okay?” He asked, stopping for a second to check if the position suited you.

Was it the most comfortable position out there? Nope, but it did feel perfect to be held up and fucked by Jungkook at the same time, so you nodded quickly and focused solely on his eyes.

“Great,” Jungkook grinned and started to thrust into you harder, the wet sounds filling the stall as you held onto his body tight.

You knew it wouldn’t last long, it couldn’t: you had no room, it was uncomfortable, and anyone could hear you.

Still, you wanted to enjoy it as much as you could while it lasted since you didn’t know when and if it would even happen again. That’s why you decided to latch your mouth onto Jungkook’s neck and suck on the skin before nibbling it. This got Jungkook to moan and wrap his arms around you tighter, lifting you up even higher.

“You’re so fucking good,” he mumbled and rested his face against yours. You could feel beads of sweat forming along his hairline, and you were sure the same was happening to you, but it felt really good to have Jungkook that close, hold you up like that, and fuck you like you were a doll, just quick and hard, in and out.

You moaned loudly and leaned your head against the door, enjoying how deep he was inside of you with each thrust. It was easy to focus solely on him, despite the fact that you could what the loud thumping of the music and that anyone could walk in and hear you two have sex. None of it mattered, not when you were so turned on and Jungkook’s hard cock felt just right between your legs.

“Are you able to come like this?” Jungkook asked, making you open your eyes and look down at him.

“Ah, don’t think so,” you admitted, but patted his cheeks, letting your hands cup his face. “But don’t worry, you come.”

“No, that’s not fair,” Jungkook said before tonguing his cheek. “There’s no fun in it if you don’t have fun.”

“Jungkook,” you moaned, pulling him in closer just to kiss him. “I am having fun. But you’re not going to eat me out in a public bathroom and there’s really no room for you to get me to come like this, okay?”

“That doesn’t feel right,” he leaned his forehead against yours and picked up his pace. “I have to make you come tonight.”

“Let’s make a deal,” you leaned in to whisper. While you were at it, you nibbled on his ear, which got him to shiver for a second.

“Yeah?” Jungkook turned his head to the side to face you, his big brown eyes now wide with excitement.

“You come inside of me now,” you said, to which he smiled. “And then you take me home and make me come there. Okay?”

“Sounds great,” Jungkook nodded enthusiastically and pulled you in closer, so much that your bodies were pressed against each other, his strong hands keeping you in place as he sped up his pace and started entering you with a loud thrust each time, his cock feeling so hard inside of you that you thought you were going to explode.

“Ah, I’m coming, I’m coming, I, fuck,” Jungkook grunted and came inside of you, stopping just for a second and then continuing to move to get all of the cum out so it could paint your walls from the inside and mark you.

There was something really hot about Jungkook coming inside of you and the way he reacted to it, still holding onto you even when all of it was out of his system, his forehead resting in the crook of your neck, the sounds of heavy breathing filling the small stall.

When he gently helped you get your feet down on the floor, Jungkook cupped your sex, allowing his cum to drip down onto his palm.

“Don’t want to fuck your dress up,” he mumbled and finally moved away, opening the stall door so he could wash his hands.

“I thought you were the type of guy who’d want exactly that,” you teased, going to the sink next to him to do the same. “Mark your territory.”

Jungkook tongued his cheek and looked at you in the mirror. “My place or yours?”

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Omg, I'm kind of late but I'm just so in love with these two. I enjoyed this chapter and I surely can't wait to read more of their oh-so-promising romantic development! ❤

BUNNY ‖ three

While hanging out with Taehyung and his friends at your place, you receive a notification about Bunny putting on a show soon.

⤑ word count: 9.5k ⤑ pairing: jungkook x reader ⤑ genre: smut, camboy!au, angst, friends to lovers ⤑ warnings: smut (unprotected intercourse, masturbation); jk is still shy, the oc is acting dumb, taehyung is still the pushy friend; a lot of nastiness all around (jk is putting on a show and the oc is watching), the oc joins the stream; lots of dirty talk ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ tagged: @jalexad, @giadalin, @awinkies, @massivekittysworld, @t4esty

» Bunny – one | two | three

When you got home from the gym two weeks after having sex with Jungkook in a bathroom stall—clearly, not one of your proudest moments—you found him drinking with your roommate and Jimin in the living room. Seeing him there with his friends wasn’t exactly what you were hoping for, not after the radio silence the last couple of weeks.

It didn’t help that Jungkook was wearing tight black jeans and was practically lying on the sofa with his legs spread wide, which gave you a great view of his thighs and crotch. The fact that you looked made you feel like a pervert. Why were you even thinking about it? Jungkook was the last thing you should have been thinking about.

However, two weeks passed since you’d had an orgasm, so you couldn’t help but sneak a glance Jungkook’s way. The reason for your new dry spell was mostly you being busy with work but it was also you not wanting to be the one to text Jungkook first. Hell no.

You two had sex, you clearly had chemistry, so you didn’t get why Jungkook didn’t even text you afterward. He seemed really eager to fuck you that night and it sounded like he was worried about you being interested in him. Then, he did a 180 and completely ignored you after. Jungkook had a great dick and was a nice guy, but that didn’t mean you should throw away your dignity and start chasing him. You weren’t that desperate for human contact.

So, instead of paying attention to your failed two-night stand, you greeted the whole group and tried to make your way to your bedroom as fast as possible, but of course Taehyung’s big mouth had to interfere. He wouldn’t be Taehyung if he didn’t have a snarky comment for each situation, which is why you usually loved the dude. Not that night.

“I get that Jimin and I will get a simple “hi”, but Jungkook?” Taehyung pretended to be shocked, placing his hand over his heart while staring at you. Then, he turned to Jungkook with a smirk on his face. “Guess you weren’t that impressive.”

Oh, so they knew? You weren’t sure if everyone was in on it or not. Of course, they knew about the first time but ever since you texted Taehyung saying you weren’t interested, their childish jokes stopped. Nobody even mentioned Jungkook in your presence until that night.

However, you couldn’t avoid them these last couple of weeks, so you had a feeling these two fools knew you had sex with their friend again. Besides, when Jungkook offered his hand and got you away from the table, you knew everyone would jump to conclusions about where you two were going.

Jimin laughed loudly at the “joke” and then threw a cushion at Taehyung while Jungkook tongued his cheek and simply glared at you, deciding not to say anything back, which was a smart decision.

“I don’t want to say anything to any guy in front of you,” you spat the words at your roommate with a grin. “You kind of have a talent for ruining everything for people. Anyway, I just came from the gym so I’ll go take shower. Be nice!”

You slammed the door behind you when you heard Jimin suggesting that Jungkook should ask you if he could join. The fact that the idea sent shivers down your spine was stupid, mostly because he hadn’t shown any interest in you since you two last hooked up.

If Jungkook had texted you, all this teasing wouldn’t be a problem, if you were being honest. However, since he didn’t, it was awkward because it seemed like Jungkook wasn’t interested anymore. It was embarrassing to be around him when you knew he was the only guy who could make you come during sex, which would effectively make him the best sex you’ve ever had, and yet, he seemed to have lost interest in you after sleeping with you twice.

But then again, this outcome was completely expected. After all, Taehyung always talked about Jungkook as if he was just trying to get laid, so you don’t even know why you thought it would happen again and again. You wanting to fuck his brains out wasn’t a reason for him to put in some effort. Jungkook got what he wanted twice—maybe he now wanted something else.

Despite all of the awkwardness, you joined the guys an hour later. You were hungry, thirsty, and tired of hiding in your room just because some guy you slept with was drinking in your living room. Besides, you remembered that Jungkook was probably more embarrassed than you and that was what made you join them. Why should you feel bad about him being here? Jungkook chose to come to your place, so he should be the one to feel awkward, not the other way around.

Luckily, Taehyung kept his mouth shut this time around and Namjoon arrived in the meantime, so you had an unbiased person to talk to, someone who wouldn’t throw around comments about Jungkook and you every couple of minutes.

Sometime later, a couple of other friends arrived, including some girls, and Taehyung informed you that they’d be going to the club in an hour or so, which wasn’t a problem. It only meant that you had an hour to put up with Jungkook being there and try to avoid comments about him as much as you could.

You noticed him sneaking glances your way a couple of times, even if you knew there was no point in thinking you’d get to come because of his hands again. You weren’t going to let the stares go to your head.

Namjoon went to get some ice from the kitchen, so you joined him because you wanted to use any excuse you could to leave the room, and you felt Jungkook’s eyes following you from the second you two got up.

Of course, nothing would happen between you and Namjoon—you learned your lesson about hooking up with Taehyung’s friends. Namjoon was just the only person there who didn’t seem to know or care about your and Jungkook’s thing, so it felt refreshing to talk to someone who could talk about anything else other than your private life.

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A couple of drinks in, you found yourself sitting on the sofa alone because one of the girls asked Namjoon to show her where the ice is, which you took as a sign of her wanting to get Namjoon alone, and you weren’t the one to cockblock people. You took the hint and let them leave to the kitchen, which meant you ended up alone on the sofa.

You could feel Jungkook staring at you as soon as the two of them got up and left, but when you finally gave in and looked at him, Jungkook looked away and started to type something on his phone. Was he trying to play games with you?

If Jungkook texted you then, after ignoring you for two weeks, you’d probably blow up and tell him to fuck off. Yeah, he was cute and extremely attractive in this tight black outfit, but you weren’t that easy or desperate.

Contrary to your expectations, Jungkook didn’t text you, which did sting a little bit. Why stare at you and get you to look at him just to start texting someone else? Weird.

The thing that stung more, however, was the email you’d received: Bunny was live-streaming tonight.

Before you knew Jungkook was Bunny, this type of notification would get you excited, which was kind of pathetic now that you thought about it. What kind of an adult female gets happy hearing some random guy would jerk off online and let her watch? Sad, truly. Thankfully, those days were behind you—not by choice, clearly—but, at the time, you couldn’t come without assistance, and watching Bunny was the only thing that helped.

To be honest, fucking him helped too, but that clearly wasn’t an option anymore. Nowadays, neither was watching him, sadly. You couldn’t join the stream now that you knew Jungkook was Bunny, especially not after sleeping with him. You just couldn’t see yourself running to your room and turning on the live stream while knowing the guy on the other end of the screen was Jungkook, and that you fucked him, and that he couldn’t even text you after. It ruined the whole thing for you.

The thing was, Jungkook hadn’t posted as Bunny ever since that night you realized he was Bunny and he found out you knew about it. The last time you two talked, he told you he wasn’t posting anymore because he thought showing his naked body online would ruin his chances with you or something along those lines. You didn’t really remember the night as clearly as you hoped you would, but you knew Jungkook mentioned something like that.

Well, Jungkook wasn’t worried about that anymore, and he made it clear by sending the email to his audience. He notified his fanbase that he’d be putting on a show soon, obviously no longer worrying about his chances with you, which was another sign of him not caring about this thing of yours.

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of watching, though. Jungkook wasn’t the only man out there, and you could move on. There were a bunch of other cam boys on the internet who could bring you the same type of excitement and pleasure, and you didn’t know them in real life, which was even better.

As if Taehyung sensed something was wrong, he plopped down on the sofa next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer to give your temple a peck. Ah, he was tipsy! Whenever Taehyung got drunk, he got touchy-feely with those he cared about, which included you. You weren’t about to complain—you’d take his emotional side over the teasing one any day.

“Sorry if I was being mean earlier,” your roommate whispered at you, even though there was no need—Jungkook had already gone somewhere and wouldn’t hear a word of your conversation. “I was just wondering what was going on.”

“I’m not lying to you when I say nothing,” you admitted with a grin, hoping Taehyung would finally realize you were telling the truth. If something was going on, you’d share it with him—you weren’t doing something you had to hide. Of course, except the whole Bunny thing, but that was something you’d both take to the grave with you.

“Yeah, I figured that,” Taehyung grimaced, showing you he wasn’t happy about that turn of events. You knew that in his perfect world, all his friends would be happy and have tons of sex, of course. After all, it was his perfect world. “Things between you do seem kind of dry if I can say that, and I don’t get it.”

“It’s okay,” you patted Taehyung’s thigh. For some reason, you felt like you had to comfort him, and not the other way around. “Don’t worry about it, we’re both adults, right?”

“You are, but…” Taehyung leaned in and accidentally head-butted you, which just showed how drunk he was. “Sorry. I’m just trying to say that Jungkook has a lot less experience than you when it comes to talking to folks, so take that into account, too, before leaving him out of the picture.”

“What, his generation doesn’t know how to text?” You spat the words back with a chuckle, hoping you didn’t sound upset because you weren’t. Jungkook had every right not to give a fuck about you, but the fact that your friend was trying to put in a good word and pretend the guy can’t even text you was just too much. “Please!”

“Not when he’s really into someone, I think,” Taehyung gave you a wink and then got up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I think it’s time we leave for the club or I’ll just pass out here and miss out on all the fun.”

The other people agreed with Taehyung that it was time to leave, and you and Jungkook were the only ones who said they wouldn’t be going out. Taehyung expected you to say no because you’d already told him you didn’t feel like going out, but he didn’t think Jungkook wasn’t going. He gave his friend a questioning look but dropped it as soon as Jungkook quickly shook his head, clearly not in the mood to explain himself.

Well, Taehyung clearly wasn’t on Bunny’s mailing list, or he would have understood why Jungkook didn’t feel like going. He had a show to put on, money to make, women to enchant!, you thought to yourself and almost snickered. You wondered how Taehyung would feel about the whole Bunny thing. He’d probably be very supportive while also teasing the hell out of Jungkook whenever he could.

“Are you staying behind with Jungkook?” Taehyung whispered at you when he took you to the side seconds before leaving the apartment. “You can tell me!”

“No, Taehyung,” you sighed, getting a bit annoyed. It wasn’t Taehyung’s fault, though. One look at him told you he was wasted, so you simply chuckled and patted his shoulders. “Dude, we’ve just had this conversation. Let it go, okay? Jungkook and I are not as close as you think we are.”

“Okay, be all secretive about it, then. Don’t let me in. Have a secret life with my friend I know nothing about,” Taehyung raised both hands in the air and then shouted loud enough for Jungkook to hear. “You two have fun!”

With that, the group started leaving the apartment and you noticed that Jungkook was lingering on. Did he have an end goal, or did he just want to let his friends leave and then sprint out himself and avoid talking to you? Obviously, he couldn’t go out, not when he notified all his fans that he’d be live streaming.

Despite your expectations, Jungkook was the last one left in the apartment, and it seemed like he just didn’t have the intention to leave. Instead, he stood in the middle of the living room and waited for you to close the door behind Namjoon, who was the last to leave after giving you a hug and thanking you for your patience around that many drunk people. Always so sensible. You wondered why Taehyung hadn’t introduced him to you sooner, long before the thing with Jungkook ever happened.

You closed the door and looked at Jungkook questioningly, waiting for him to say something. After all, he was the one standing in your living room after all his friends left, so it was his turn to speak up, no matter how nervous he was. What did he want from you?

“Need help cleaning up?” Jungkook asked after clearing his throat.

Then, he looked around the living room, as if he was trying to show you that you did need his help. He was right, though. The group did leave a bit of a mess behind and it would take you a while to get everything to the kitchen, wash the dishes, and clean the table. You knew that Taehyung would wake up tomorrow afternoon and you wouldn’t be able to put up with the mess until then.

“Sure,” you said and started grabbing as many cups as you could and quickly bringing them to the kitchen.

You’d already decided you weren’t going to do dishes tonight, not after the busy day at work and then the workout at the gym, but you were going to clean up the living room. There was nothing worse than getting up in the morning and having to deal with a mess you didn’t even make.

While placing the dishes in the sink, you wondered if you should ask Jungkook about the stream and why he decided to do it again. It could be seen as you prying into his life, which you really didn’t want to do. Was it any of your business?

But then again, you two needed to act friendly after everything. It’s not like he let you down in some way or broke a promise. After all, the two of you were still Taehyung’s closest friends and that wasn’t going to change. You had to be friendly with each other, at least.

Jungkook joined you in the kitchen soon after with his hands full of cups and placed them in the sink without a word. The next time he came back, Jungkook brought over all the alcohol that Taehyung and his friends left in the living room, placing it back on the shelf the bottles usually occupied. He’d been at the apartment a million times before, so he knew his way around without you having to tell him anything.

“That’s the last of it,” Jungkook informed you when he was done.

With that, he walked back out into the living room, which made you wonder why Jungkook was going back there instead of home. Was he planning on staying? With you? Why? Wasn’t his live-stream supposed to start soon?

You wanted to get some answers, so you followed Jungkook into the living room. When he noticed that you were glaring at him from the kitchen door, Jungkook turned to face you as he made himself comfortable on the sofa.

“What?” He looked at you, clearly confused as to why you were staring at him as if him sitting down instead of leaving after everyone left wasn’t completely out of character. “We’re not going to talk?”

“Talk about what?” You asked, linking your arms across your chest and staying away from Jungkook and his hot body and that smile that told you he was so fucking confident all of a sudden. What the hell happened in the last half an hour that made him act this way?

“You seem kind of upset with me, so maybe that,” Jungkook suggested.

You then realized he was putting on this confident facade, but his nervousness was starting to show—he was rubbing his palms against his thighs as he waited for you to say something. Of course, Jungkook didn’t like being the center of attention, and he sure was now because you didn’t look away from his face even once.

“I’m sorry if I seem upset,” you sighed, realizing that you were acting kind of bitchy towards someone just because things didn’t go the way you wanted them to. Taehyung was right: not having sex for a long time has messed with you. Now that you got a taste of it again, you were acting like a fool. “I’m really not. It’s just been a long day.”

“You sure?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up, making you question everything. Where did this playful tone of his come from all of a sudden? “Why are you standing all the way over there?”

You walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Jungkook with a long sigh, deciding that you could play the game too. Besides, the more comfortable he felt around you, the better for your friendship with each other and Taehyung. “Better?”

“Much,” Jungkook grinned and then looked away, nodding. After a couple of seconds of silence, he spoke up again. “Are you sure you’re not mad? I’m asking because you used to act friendly around me.”

Jungkook’s words took you by surprise. Did you stop acting friendly towards Jungkook after you’d slept with him? If your behavior changed, it did so for no other reason than the fact that he didn’t text you, even though he’d never promised to do it.

Why were you so hung up on Jungkook anyway? Was he really the best sex of your life? Well, yeah, but that didn’t mean you two had to continue having sex. It was a casual thing, it happened, and that was it. He was still Jungkook, Taehyung’s shy friend who had a problem looking you in the eye when other people were around. Why start treating him differently?

“I think the fact that you came inside of me and then never texted me after had something to do with it,” you said nonchalantly, which made Jungkook choke on his own spit. You knew he’d get flustered if you used such crude language, but it was all true. You were both there, ready to talk it out, so why not be honest? “I mean, it’s totally cool, but you know.”

“You could have texted too,” Jungkook pointed out, tonguing his cheek, clearly embarrassed—you could tell by the way he quickly looked away. “I didn’t because… I told you I was… I… Wanted a chance with you. So the ball was kind of in your court, right?”

Did he say that? Maybe before he fucked you.

The whole thing was in a fog, except when he was inside of you, if you were being honest. You did remember Jungkook telling you something about him wanting a chance with you, which is why he didn’t live-stream since then. Until tonight, that is. But, that wasn’t the last thing he told you or something he really emphasized. To you, it was something he said in passing because he wanted to fuck and you happened to be at the same club and clearly into him.

“Maybe,” you shrugged with a grin. “I guess I’m just used to gentlemen.”

It was a shameless lie. Not only were you not used to gentlemen, you weren’t used to men at all, at least not in the last couple of years. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so desperate as to watch online streamers to get off. But Jungkook didn’t have to know that. If he was being cocky about it, so could you.

“Oh,” Jungkook bit on his lower lip and cocked an eyebrow up. “My mistake then. So, do you want me to text you first?”

“Please do,” you said, letting it show just how desperate you clearly were.

When was the last time you showed any kind of dignity around Jungkook? You couldn’t remember, but you really didn’t have anything to lose. You two had already slept together, you knew each other’s very deep and dark secret that you didn’t want out, and it’s clear that you were into him. He seemed to be into you, so there was no reason to pretend you weren’t interested.

Seeing Jungkook pull his phone out of his pocket and start typing stirred you from your thoughts about being into him. Was he really checking his phone in the middle of this conversation? Then, your phone vibrated and you grabbed it before even thinking about how lame it would seem because it became obvious Jungkook had just texted you.

Jungkook: sorry for taking so long. want to hang out?

The ridiculousness of it all made you chuckle, and Jungkook seemed to be happy with himself, the drinks he had already clearly had something to do with that.

“Hang out how?” You asked with a smirk on your face, enjoying the fact that you got him nervous for a second.

“What we did the first time is more up my alley,” Jungkook admitted but had to look away a second in unable to maintain eye contact any longer.

“Oh, so you’re not a fan of fucking women in bathroom stalls?” You prolonged his suffering for a while by being so straightforward about it. Jungkook could talk a lot of shit, but when you did the same, he seemed to shy away.

“It’s not that I’m not a fan of fucking you in a stall,” Jungkook shifted in his seat so that he was facing you. It was now your turn to squirm. “I just prefer to do it somewhere more private, somewhere we can do whatever we want.”

“Hm,” you hummed and nodded slowly. Was that an invite? You really hoped it was because you wanted to feel Jungkook again, despite everything you told yourself earlier. If you were both down to have sex, there was nothing stopping you. “Sounds nice.”

“Are you, uh, interested?” Jungkook looked straight into your eyes when asking, and you had to give him props for that. He clearly wasn’t the most open person out there, especially when it came to women, so you had to commend him for asking that while looking right at you.

If there was one thing you could conclude about your thing with Jungkook is that it made him a lot more confident when it came to sex. Here he was, asking you if you were interested in fucking him. Taehyung would have been proud if he were there, you were sure.

“Don’t you have a live stream to get to?” You shrugged and leaned back against the sofa, taking your eyes off of him. Maybe you were a bit salty about him putting on a show for others when he didn’t text you, but that was his own fault.

“Why don’t you join me, then?”

Your head snapped in Jungkook’s direction before he had the chance to laugh at his own suggestion. “What?”

“Well, the way I see it, we both want to have fun,” Jungkook looked at your mouth when he said that and you knew exactly what kind of fun you two would have. “And I announced a stream. So, why not kill two birds with one stone?”

“You think I’d join you on stream?” You lowered your voice and practically hissed the words at him before laughing out loud. “Me? Looking like this?”

There was no way in hell you’d be comfortable getting naked in front of more than one person at a time, let alone showing your body to a bunch of women who logged on to see this man with the body of a Greek god and a dick of a pornstar. They’d be pissed off if some woman got in the way of seeing Jungkook’s body in all its glory.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at you and grabbed your thigh, digging his fingers into your skin. “Don’t say that in front of me, okay? You look amazing.”

Despite not agreeing with him, you appreciated the sentiment so you nodded and Jungkook released your thigh from his warm grasp. “They don’t have to see you. You can just watch me do what I do while I watch you. It will be over soon and then we can have fun.”

You were way past watching Bunny’s videos. In fact, you promised yourself you’d never do that again.

However, if you went over to Jungkook’s and watched him jerk off in person, it would be totally different, at least that‘s what you told yourself. Besides, you wanted each other, so why not make the most out of it?

Nobody would know, it would remain your little secret, and Jungkook would finally touch you again.

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And that’s how you found yourself naked on Jungkook’s bed, save for a large t-shirt he gave you to put on, even though you knew none of these people could see you. You didn’t want to be associated with Bunny’s channel in any way, so you decided to sit on the bed and stay covered while enjoying the sight of a naked Jungkook walking into the bedroom after taking a shower, his hair curly and wet, drops of water still all over his body, making it even more attractive, if that was even possible.

The Uber ride to Jungkook’s place was weird since you were both lost in your own thoughts. You weren’t sure if he was regretting his decision to ask you to come watch him in person. The whole Bunny thing was really personal for him, and you thought he asked you to join in the heat of the moment, but might change his mind later on. It’s not that you would mind.

Of course, you wanted to see him touch himself live, but you could get to see it after the live stream, up close and personal, so it wasn’t like you were going to miss out on something. You were fine either way.

When you got there, Jungkook led you to his room and explained how the whole thing worked from his side, which is when you told him you wanted to stay on the bed.

“Once I’m done, can I turn it off and come fuck you?” Jungkook asked, his eyes suddenly seemed so dark as if he was already turned on, even though you two hadn’t even touched each other. By that point, you’d only said yes to watching him.

“Why not?” You agreed to it without giving it a second thought. What would be the point of overthinking the whole thing? You wanted Jungkook, he wanted you.

So, Jungkook gave you a shirt of his to put on so you could enjoy the show the right way, and you knew exactly what he meant by it. Besides, you doubted that you could just sit there and watch him do this live without feeling the need to touch yourself.

When he walked back into the room naked, your head snapped up in his direction and the last thing you expected of him was to walk over to the bed, crouch in front of you, and pull you in closer by holding onto your thighs.

“You look great,” Jungkook said, kneeling between your legs. What was he going to do? Your pussy throbbed at the idea of him being so close to you. “And I can’t wait for the stream to finish.”

“I can’t wait to watch,” you admitted, placing your hands on Jungkook’s cheeks and rubbing them with your thumbs—even though he was trying to get you to relax, his voice was shivering, which told you he was the one who needed it. “You look great.”

Your comment made him flustered, you could tell by the way he chuckled and looked at the floor. So, instead of keeping things PG and letting him mentally prepare for the show, you pulled Jungkook in closer and kissed him. He let out a sigh of relief and kissed you back, quickly getting up from his knees.

Before you knew it, you were lying on the bed with Jungkook on top of you, his tongue in your mouth, his hard cock pressing against your stomach. You felt the urge to wrap your legs around him and just ask him to shove it in. Fuck the live stream, fuck all the women who were waiting for him, fuck the tips.

“Fuck,” Jungkook grunted and propped himself up on his elbows, moving away from you, though unwillingly. “If we keep going, that stream will be really short.”

You laughed, happy about the effect you had on this extremely handsome guy who you watched up to a couple of weeks ago. “You’re right, you should get ready… I’ll stay here and watch. Jungkook?”

“Yeah?” His voice quivered once again as he stared right into your eyes, his nose right next to yours, so close.

“You know that if you want me to, I can go watch TV or something,” you nodded slowly, hoping you sounded reassuring. “We can continue later.”

“Hm,” Jungkook pretended to think about it as he got up and walked over to his chair. “I think I’ll have more fun if you’re here.”

“How do you usually do it?” You asked, sitting up so you could get a better look at his naked body. It felt creepy, but that’s why he invited you in the first place. “Do you watch porn or think about something hot?”

“Porn,” Jungkook admitted with a nod. “It stops me from thinking about how many people are out there watching. If I didn’t watch porn, I’d have to look at the screen and see what the people are writing and I’d realize that there were so many of them watching me and it would fuck me up.”

You nodded, understanding how nervous that could make someone. You could never put on a show like Jungkook did, play with yourself like that for everyone to see, and look so hot doing it. Your mind would be working overtime if you were ever in that situation, knowing hundreds of people were glued to their screen, staring at you.

Jungkook set everything up on his PC, and moved it to the side, just enough so he had a good look at you while still staying in the frame. “No porn today, just you.”

“Oh, really?” You chuckled, unable to contain your laughter. The situation was so sexually tense, yet Jungkook made it seem so sweet with the way he smiled at you. What was going on with you today? You kept flip-flopping when it came to Jungkook. “I hope I’ll live up to it.”

“Trust me, you will,” he nodded aggressively. “You don’t have to touch yourself if you don’t want to. Do whatever feels right for you.”

Jungkook looked you in the eye again and then quickly looked at the PC and started clicking. He was so attractive that it was becoming annoying. Did he always have to look perfect, even when he was visibly nervous?

“Okay, don’t worry,” you responded. “You do your thing.”

“You know you’re more than welcome to join, right?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up and turned his attention to you.

“No way,” you responded without thinking about it because there wasn’t anything to think about. Getting naked for so many strangers was not your thing, and you didn’t want to ruin his pretty successful career. “I’m more comfortable watching. Besides, I don’t think your fans would appreciate seeing another woman touching you.”

Jungkook scoffed at your statement. “The people who watch are just trying to get off, right? Isn’t it easier to imagine yourself there when someone’s getting fucked than when I’m just jerking off?”

Well, he had a point there, but you were sure there would be those who would mind seeing someone other than Jungkook in the stream. People watched to see a man play with himself, not fuck someone.

“I love how you’re asking me this since I’m the target audience,” you joked but then actually gave it a thought. “Maybe you’re right.”

“If you change your mind, just know you can come in anytime,” Jungkook grinned at you warmly. “Once this is done, it’s showtime. Talk to you soon, it’s starting.”

A couple of clicks later, Jungkook leaned back into his chair and spread his legs, which was a clear sign of the stream beginning, so you cocked your head to the side and watched him.

You knew how attractive Jungkook was when he was naked, but seeing him do this brought the whole thing to the next level. Watching him squirt lube all over his already hard cock was enough to get you to gulp—you already wanted him and he hadn’t even started.

Jungkook moaned loudly as he moved his hand up and down his cock, making slick, wet sounds in the process, knowing it turned on everyone watching the stream, including you.

It all sounded so hot—his moans, the wetness of the lube, the sounds his fist made around his cock. And he was right there in the same room as you, looking at you while he stroked himself.

Jungkook suddenly hissed, taking you by surprise, even though you’d heard him do it a million times before as an avid watcher. “Do you like watching this, huh?”

For a second, you forgot that he was doing this for the stream and the thousands of people watching him and you almost responded that you fucking loved it, but you stopped yourself in time. Still, the way Jungkook was looking at you told you that he was asking you.

“I knew you would… Is it big enough for you?” Jungkook asked, grabbing his cock by the base and then smacking it against the palm of his other hand, letting it make a loud, wet sound, and you instantly remembered how that cock sounded when it hit your slit that way, sticking to it because of your juices. “Hard enough, hm? Will it fit inside that pretty little mouth of yours?”

When Jungkook said that, your hand flew down to your crotch and you cupped yourself, feeling the need to rub yourself against something, preferably Jungkook’s face. However, that was out of the question, so you used your palm instead, unable to contain yourself. There was no way you were getting through the stream without touching yourself.

“Let me see it, come on, be a good girl,” Jungkook said and you knew he was now talking to you. In fact, you could see him looking at you with a cocked eyebrow, clearly staring at your crotch and your hand blocking his access to it.

So, you listened to him and spread your legs wide, pulling the shirt up to your waist so as to give Jungkook a good view of your bare crotch, which he really seemed to like.

“I bet you’re so fucking wet for me already,” he grunted, licking his lips, before continuing to stroke his cock. “Look how hard you made me and you haven’t even touched me yet.”

You sank your teeth into your lower lip, not wanting to make a sound, not when so many people were watching him, but it was almost impossible. You started to rub your clit as you stared at Jungkook, enjoying his gaze and his every move. “Just like that, make yourself feel good… Wish I was there touching you, right?”

Jungkook hummed in approval and started to moan gently as he tugged at his cock, throwing in a hiss here and there to keep the rhythm going. Fuck, you loved hearing him be so vocal so fucking much. It was your favorite part of Bunny’s streams, but seeing it in person beat watching it through a screen by a mile.

How could he look so fucking confident and full of himself sitting there naked, jerking off, staring right at your crotch but then also be unable to say a full sentence when he was dressed? It made no sense, but it didn’t have to—you were there to enjoy.

“I bet you want me so bad right now,” Jungkook groaned loudly, kicking his head back, allowing you and all the other women on the line to watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he gulped. You wished you could walk over to him and lick and bite his neck since he liked it so much. “Want me to fill you up, huh?”

You started to rub your clit with the back of your palm, going in hard, applying a lot of pressure as you moved your hand in circles, wanting to come as the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach was becoming unbearable so fast.

It probably felt that way because it was dirty and wrong and you knew hundreds of people were on the other side of the screen, watching Jungkook, doing the same thing as you—staring at him with spread legs, imagining he was right there, about to fuck them.

But, for all those people, he was just a fantasy while you got to have him, and that turned you on a lot more than you imagined it would. Fuck, you wanted Jungkook to walk over and shove his cock inside of you, and you weren’t sure when you turned into that kind of a person.

“You look so pretty touching yourself like that,” Jungkook said with a chuckle and the best part about it, his smirk, wasn’t caught on the stream. It made you want to scream his name. “Bet you’d look even prettier with my cock inside you.”

Your walls were pulsating around nothing and you needed something to fill you up. The pressure you were applying against your clit wasn’t enough—it just got you wetter and more excited, but it didn’t help get rid of the horniness. Jungkook’s moans in the background weren’t helping at all, either.

“Yeah, baby, like that,” Jungkook said, staring right at you, and the fact that you knew what it felt like to be on the other end of his laptop, watching him jerk off like this while saying these nasty things turned you on. “You like touching yourself for me, huh?”

The fact that you were there with him and were the subject of his attention while he did those things was an even bigger turn-on, especially since you could see just how excited Jungkook was. He’d barely begun, yet his dick seemed so inviting and ready for you.

You nodded at Jungkook, which made him hiss and kick his head back. “I knew you were a slut for me… I love it. Want to spank your ass with my dick.”

The image of Jungkook smacking his hard dick across your ass made you shove a finger inside of yourself. You were surprised to feel how wet you were, clearly eager to feel Jungkook’s mouth or cock on you. His eyes widened as he watched your fingers enter you and reappear all wet and sticky with your juices.

Jungkook grunted and closed his eyes for a second and the act turned you on a lot more than you thought something so simple would. It was for your eyes only, and you knew it meant he was holding it all in.

“I could come just thinking about getting to touch you like that… How many fingers do you have there, two?” Jungkook cocked his head to the side and grinned, his hand still moving up and down his cock fervently, making slick noises along the way. “I think you’ll need at least three if you want my dick to fit, baby… One more.”

You listened to what he asked of you and realized that Jungkook was right—three did feel a lot better than two. Still, the feeling was not even close to the way his dick filled you up, especially when it was so hard. You couldn’t wait for Jungkook to finish the stream so he could fuck you. But, then you remembered that he wouldn’t be able to fuck you, not after coming, so you kicked your head back and almost groaned in frustration but didn’t, knowing you weren’t supposed to be heard at all.

“Now go fast for me,” Jungkook suggested, moaning at the end of his question. “Fuck yourself… Think of me… Make yourself come around those pretty fingers.”

You leaned back on your elbow, continuing to move your fingers in and out quickly, touching that spot over and over again while staring right at Jungkook’s eyes. For a long while, you forgot who he was and who you were, and only focused on the fact that he was a naked man jerking himself off and staring at you doing the same, and the thought made you feel amazing.

“Just like that, baby… Faster… Harder… Want to come all over you,” Jungkook ended the thought with a hiss and you saw some precum leak out of his cock, which made you want to taste him badly.

This gorgeous male specimen with a great dick was sitting right in front of you, getting himself off on you watching him, and you had him all for yourself, at least tonight—just that was enough to get you feral. The way Jungkook was looking at you messed with your head, and you couldn’t stop staring at his face. You knew very well you should have been focusing on his broad shoulders, toned torso, or that rock-hard dick of his, but you couldn’t.

Yes, your gaze flew down from time to time, but the look on Jungkook’s pretty little face was a lot more arousing to you, and so was knowing you turned him on. You were the reason for his moans, grunts, and hisses, and the subject of all the dirty, nasty things he was saying he wanted to do.

“I can’t wait for you to feel my cock, baby,” he kept talking, turning you on even more. He was putting on a show, of course, so he had to be as vocal as possible, and that included moaning on top of all the dirty talk. “I bet you’d come around it so fast… I could fuck you for days and not get tired.”

You let yourself plop down on the bed as you felt your orgasm approach, which wasn’t hard to recognize—your toes curled, your stomach was shaking, and the fire in the pit of your stomach was about to explode. Your fingers kept moving in and out and Jungkook kept moaning and telling you how pretty you looked and you couldn’t hold it in, so you bit on your fist and let your body spasm as you rode out your high, wishing Jungkook was inside of you instead of your own fingers.

“Fuck, did you come for me?” Jungkook asked before chuckling, and you didn’t even react to his question or the fact that it was really specific—a lot of the viewers wouldn’t be able to relate. “I can make you come without even touching you. Imagine what I could do with my dick...”

You propped yourself up on your elbow again and gently pulled the fingers out of you, spreading them apart and lifting them to give Jungkook a better look.

“Mhm,” he hummed in approval. “So wet for me… Wet and sticky… I bet I’d slide right in.”

You nodded with a grin, which made Jungkook look away and you dared think he got shy, even if for a second. But, he soon regained his composure and grunted. “I want to explode all over you, shower you with cum… Cum in you and when it starts dripping out of your pussy, pump it all back in, stuff you full of it, mhm?”

You bit down on your lower lip and moved your hand down to your crotch again, gently teasing your clit. It was still engorged and sensitive, but you had to get off again. You couldn’t resist, not when Jungkook looked so fucking good.

“Come ride my cock, baby, please,” Jungkook begged, looking at you suggestively with a raised eyebrow. You could swear you heard the desperation in his voice and you figured he wanted to come. “Let me—ah, fuck!—fill you up.”

You tried so hard not to make a sound—you didn’t want all those women to know someone was in the room with Bunny, but it was so difficult when Jungkook was practically begging you to come ride him. “You know it would feel so good… I fill you up nicely every time.”

The worst part about the whole thing was that you were contemplating actually doing it. Nobody could see you if they couldn’t see him because you knew Bunny paid attention to it and never showed anything above his neck. He set the whole thing up so the viewers couldn’t tell his identity.

So, if you walked over to Jungkook and sat on his cock, nobody would see you. You already came, but you were still so eager to feel him, especially when he had such a sweet face but such a filthy mouth, and when he was practically begging you to do it.

“Don’t stay quiet, pretty,” Jungkook moaned at you, cocking his head to the side. “Make some noise for me… Show me how much you like watching.”

You licked your lips and shoved your fingers inside of your pussy again, spreading your thighs to give him a good view.

“Good girl,” Jungkook grunted in a low voice, and that sound was enough to get you going again. “Such a sweet, tight, little pussy… I want to fill it so fucking bad, baby….”

The idea of having that hard cock of his inside of you was starting to mess with your brain again. The image of Jungkook holding you in his hands and keeping you pinned between his body and the stall door while pumping in and out of you hard and then coming inside of you came back and you started to move your fingers so fast that it was audible.

You stopped the second you realized you made a sound, and a loud one at that—your pussy was soaking and your fingers went in and out quite harshly, and the sound was lascivious.

Instead of getting upset over it, Jungkook grunted loudly and grabbed his balls with the other hand. “Fuck! Just like that… Imagine your fingers were my cock, fuck yourself…”

So, you kept on going, digging your feet into his bed with your toes curled, wishing he’d just come over and fuck you, shove that big cock of his inside of you and come all over your walls.

“Please, come sit on my cock…” Jungkook asked, staring right into your eyes, and you felt like he was talking directly to you. When he cocked his eyebrow up and looked at you all confused, you realized that he was. “Don’t you want to feel it inside of you? Look how hard you get it...”

You looked back at Jungkook, unsure of whether he really wanted this and whether you were going to do it. Should you even be thinking about it? There were so many people watching, you were sure.

“Let me show everyone how much cum I can fit into your tight cunt… I’ll eat you out later until your legs shake.”

Those were the magic words, you found out as your legs took you to Jungkook before your brain could even process your actions.

Jungkook bucked his hips into his fist when he saw you walking over, and when you threw one leg over his lap and motioned for him to position his cock at your entrance, he grunted loudly. “Fuck, I can’t wait.”

With those words, he grabbed his cock by its base and rubbed it against your entrance before slipping just the tip in. His other hand was perched on your ass, giving it a light squeeze. His dick felt so smooth but hard, so you sat down on it fully, until your thighs were touching his. Jungkook took the chance to wrap his arms around your waist and pull your shirt up so the audience could see his dick entering you.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Jungkook said and leaned in to kiss you, moaning into the kiss, clearly trying to please both you and the audience.

You knew what this looked like from the back—Jungkook’s firm thighs in view, his balls on full display, and his cock entering you so everyone could see and imagine they were there instead of you and Bunny was fucking them.

Suddenly, Jungkook started to pump himself into you from below, so you held onto his shoulder and hair and held him tight, waiting for him to cum inside of you.

“Please, be fast,” you whispered to him, hoping nobody would hear. You didn’t want to stay there for a long time and risk someone recognizing you. You also didn’t want Jungkook’s name to slip out of your mouth by accident, or to do anything else that could compromise this thing of yours or his.

“I’ll be fast, baby,” Jungkook said before smacking your ass hard and then kneading the flesh, spreading your cheeks so people could see his cock enter you from an even better angle. “I know you want me to fill you up.”

Then, Jungkook looked right into your eyes and smiled, and you didn’t think he ever looked so sweet, despite the fact that he was naked and putting on a show for thousands of people. None of it mattered when he looked at you the way he did, his brown eyes glued to yours, hair sticking to his sweaty face, a look of lust on it as he kept thrusting into you.

It could have been going on for hours, it could have been mere minutes—Jungkook felt so good that you lost track of time. His hands were keeping you in place, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, his cock going in and out, hips smacking into yours from below. The thing that made you forget where you were was the way he was looking at you, his eyes wide, mouth slightly open, focusing solely on your face as he pumped himself into you from below, harshly, loudly.

So, you had no choice but to kiss Jungkook, and he eagerly kissed you back, moaning into the kiss and speeding up his pace. Once again, you proved to yourself that kissing was a huge turn-on for Jungkook.

In fact, you thought that any kind of gentleness was a turn-on for him, whether compliments or signs of affection like playing with his hair, caressing his cheeks, or kissing him. If anyone was touch-deprived, it was you, so you could sympathize. Besides, Jungkook was treating you so well that you wanted to do anything you could to make him feel the same way.

“Are you ready for me?” Jungkook hissed through his teeth. When you nodded, ready to take his cum, Jungkook sped up his pace and you could feel him coming inside of you.

“Fuck, baby—ah, so tight!” Jungkook grunted loudly, not forgetting what he was there for—he had an audience to please.

“You’re so hot,” you whispered into his ear, feeling your face sticking to his as Jungkook’s hand held you in place.

“Take my cum, come on…. You love it so much, right?” Jungkook asked, his hands moving up and down your back all the way to your ass, which he squeezed and held up in the air, so his still-erect cock could slide right out of you, followed by a streak of his cum.

Jugkook leaned in and quickly closed the browser tab, ending the stream. Then, he cupped your face and kissed you, surprising you with the sudden softness of his touch and expression. “This will be the first and only stream of mine I will watch back.”

You chuckled, kicking your head back, still riding your high, not realizing that you’d just let hundreds of people watch Jungkook come inside of you. “You’re a fool.”

“No, I’m serious,” Jungkook chuckled, now returning his hands to your body, this time on your thighs. “I can’t wait to see what it looked like.”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes and stood up, cupping your crotch. For some reason, it felt more embarrassing to think that Jungkook would watch this stream back than having all those people watch you. They didn’t know who you were, and he did, maybe that was the difference. “If you ever tell anyone about this...” You let your voice trail off, allowing him to come up with his own punishment.

“Never,” Jungkook said, crossing his heart with an earnest look on his face. “Never. I promise.”

“Good,” you nodded, still cupping your crotch and feeling his warm cum slip out of you and onto your palm. “Can I shower here?”

“Of course,” Jungkook sprang up to grab you a couple of towels as if you needed that many. “You’re welcome to, uh, stay the night, too.”

Should you? That’s all you kept thinking about under the shower.

Should you stay with him? If you did, you’d get to kiss and touch Jungkook, sleep next to him, cuddle with him, and you missed all those things. You didn’t miss Jungkook, you didn’t have feelings for him or anything like that, but you missed feeling close to another person.

These things weren’t exactly something you did with total strangers. In fact, you only did such stuff when you were in a relationship. Since you were lightyears away from one, you could only do it with Jungkook, who was far from a stranger or a creep or anything like that, so it actually felt nice to sleep next to him, kiss him, and touch him.

When you walked out of the bathroom wearing just his T-shirt again, Jungkook grinned happily, realizing you were going to stay.

“I’ll join you in a couple of minutes, after the shower,” he sounded excited as he walked past you into the bathroom, and you couldn’t help but feel content as you got under the covers and waited for him.

The whole thing was a crazy rollercoaster from the very beginning. Jungkook, the shy and awkward friend of Taehyung's, was the same guy you drooled over. You slept together, had the time of your life, and then went back to ignoring each other, and you did that twice. Was it time to stop beating around the bush and just talk about it?

Clearly, you both wanted to sleep with each other and you didn’t want it to be a one-time thing, two-time thing, or anything like that. Why not discuss it, so Jungkook wouldn’t shy away from you again? You didn’t want to go through all the ignoring and awkwardness again to only end up in his bed later than you hoped you would.

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BUNNY ‖ two

There's no way for you to avoid the topic of Jungkook around your roommate, so things get really messy when you see them at the club.

⤑ word count: 7.6k ⤑ genre: friends to lovers, angst, jk is shy/the oc is acting weird, smut (unprotected intercourse) ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ A/N: happy birthday,@iron-bubble , ! have a good one :)

» Bunny — one | two

You hoped Taehyung wouldn’t be at the apartment when you got back, that he’d either be sleeping or out for the day. There was no way you could handle a confrontation of any sort with him right then. You were not only sore from last night but so tired and in need of a long, warm shower that would help you clear your mind and get your thought in order.

After all, you’d just slept with Jungkook and felt like you knew him a lot more intimately than you ever thought you would. You didn’t even think about the consequences before you left his place and realized that you’d actually slept with Taehyung’s best friends. And he was Bunny. And he made you come in ways you didn’t even think you were able to. So, facing Taehyung right after was out of the question.

Sadly, luck didn’t seem to be on your side and the first thing you saw when you opened your apartment door was Taehyung sitting on the sofa, looking sleepy. The second he saw you, though, his eyes widened and a smirk played across his face.

“Where were you?” Your roommate grinned, unable to contain his excitement.

“Just out and about,” you mumbled and closed the door behind you, hoping he wouldn’t pry too much, but it was Taehyund and you usually loved him for it, but not today. “Just out… there.”

“Out there on Jungkook’s dick?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow and looked you straight in the eyes.

One of your biggest problems was that you simply couldn’t lie. When stuck in a situation like that, you’d get red in the face, chuckle, look around nervously, or do a combination of those. The worst part about it was that Taehyung knew you well enough to know that about you, so there was no way you could get away with lying around your roommate.

“Shut up”, you grunted at him and started walking towards your bedroom, hoping to run away before he said another word, but Taehyung was faster.

Before you could make two steps, he sprung up and suddenly stood right in front of you, blocking your way. “No fucking way,” Taehyung’s voice gave off his excitement. He placed his hands on your shoulders and grinned. “You fucking did it!”

“Taehyung, please,” you rolled your eyes at him, to which he laughed loudly. Clearly, the whole situation was amusing to your friend.

“You really fucked Jungkook!” He said, clapping excitedly. “Come, there’s breakfast in the kitchen.”

You didn’t want to have breakfast, but Taehyung practically dragged you out there and served it to you. Of course, he was trying to get as much out of you as possible, but you’d already decided not to share any details. Jungkook was a mutual friend and there was no way you’d tell Taehyung any details about the night you’ve spent together.

Taehyung watched you as you ate and it became unbearable to have his eyes on you at all times. Whenever you’d glance at him during those couple of minutes, you’d find him staring right back. “What!?”

“You really had Jungkook’s dick in your mouth?” Taehyung asked nonchalantly, making you choke on the piece of egg in your mouth. “Oh my God, you did.”

You shook your head and took a sip of the coffee so it would push the egg down your throat when Taehyung jumped up again. “What was it like? You two finally broke the dry spell!”

“No details, okay?” You looked at him with a sigh. “Let’s not talk about it.”

“Hey, you’re not being fair,” Taehyung crossed his arms over his chest. “It was my idea for you two to hook up and now nobody wants to tell me anything.”

“You’re being nosy. Nobody likes that,” you shot him a glare and continued eating.

“Fine, be mean at your generous roommate,” Taehyug shrugged and got his phone out to dial someone and you hoped to God he wasn’t about to call Jungkook and ask him about sex with you right in front of you.

Even worse, Taehyung decided to call Jimin, who you knew would be even more excited about this. He lived for petty shit like that.

“Jimiiiin!” Taehyung shouted like he hadn’t seen him in years after putting his friend on speaker, so you could hear the two of them ridicule you. How thoughtful of him. “Sorry for calling so early, man, but I have great news!”

“Who is she and will you see her again?” Jimin asked curtly, which made you chuckle and earned you a glare from Taehyung.

“Guess who finally got laid last night?” Taehyung asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Who?”

“Oh, come on, guess!”

“Your roommate? Because I sure as hell know it wasn’t Jungkook,” Jimin scoffed. “If you tell me it was him, I’m going out to celebrate right now.”

The thought made Taehyung laugh loudly. “The two of them fucked.”

The scream that Jimin let out startled you so much that you dropped your fork and made Taehyung look at you.

“No fucking way!” Jimin shouted again, now chuckling. “What!?”

“I know, dude. I’m a pro at this,” Taehyung crossed his arms behind his head and grinned. “I suggested they fuck and they did. I’m adding matchmaking to my Linkedin profile the second I hang up. Call me Mr. Love from now on.”

“Add him to the call,” Jimin suggested, which Taehyung immediately did, so you threw a crumpled napkin at him and shook your head. He was not going to ask Jungkook about your sex life while you were there.

“Guys, stop,” you said. “This is ge—”

You were interrupted by the sound of Jungkook’s groggy voice. “If you’re calling to ask me about sex, I swear I’m blocking you both.”

It made you chuckle and you instantly regretted making a sound since you hoped Jungkook wouldn’t think you were in on this bullshit of theirs.

“You sound awfully grumpy for a man who’s just got laid,” Jimin teased with a loud chuckle.

“Yeah. I mean, I was just about to ask how warm—” Taehyung poked his tongue at you to show he was joking. “Never mind, just a joke.”

“You’re not getting a word out of me,” Jungkook said coldly. “One more reference to it from either of you and I’m hanging up.”

“Man, come on!” Taehyung exclaimed. “I have to get some credit for this.”

“For what exactly?” Jungkook scoffed. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like he was in the mood to share any details about your night with him to his friend, and you felt relieved. “Being a nosy friend who doesn’t let his friends sleep or have a personal life?”

“For hooking you up with the best girl out there,” Taehyung gave you a wink like he was doing you a favor. Did he really think you needed his help to get with Jungkook? It wasn’t that serious.

Jungkook stayed silent, so Jimin took the time to scream again. “I fucking love this for you guys. Way to go!”

“Just think of how many doors this will open,” Taehyung proposed the idea and Jimin hummed in agreement. “If you can manage to get my dearest roommate to bed, you can walk up to girls at the club and talk to them. So, you’ll finally get out there a bit more and talk to people.”

“And fuck,” Jimin suggested. “If that’s what you want, of course.”

“Guys, please,” Jungkook scoffed again, sounding even more annoyed with his friends than earlier. “I’m tired and I want to go take a shower. Do you have something to tell me or will it be more of this shit?”

“I just wanted to say that she came home all wobbly on her feet, so good jo—” Taehyung was interrupted by your foot kicking his thigh because that was all you could reach from the other side of the table.

“You’re gross,” you got up and carried the dishes to the sink before making a run for your room in hopes that Taehyung would be too busy talking to his friends to notice.

Thankfully, you got there before he could react, so you locked yourself inside your room and went to take a shower and clear your mind. That proved to be a bigger task than you’d imagined. It was practically impossible not to think about Jungkook.

Jungkook was Bunny.

You slept with Jungkook.

You slept with Bunny! Fuck, the thought was unreal.

What was even more unbelievable was that you liked Jungkook a lot more than you did Bunny, no matter how crazy it sounded. Jungkook was real while Bunny was something he made up just to feel more confident. Yeah, you loved watching Bunny and had a lot of fun doing it, but you had infinitely more fun with Jungkook last night.

It was hard to get Jungkook out of your head, mostly because of the revelation of his online identity, but also because he was so good you wanted to go back for more, and that rarely happened.

Still, that was out of the question. You both wanted to get laid, you hadn’t done it in a long time, and things just happened. After all, you’d just found out he was the guy you’d been drooling over for months, so it was only fitting. But hooking up with someone could be just that—hooking up. There was no need to turn it into more or start fantasizing about turning it into something that it just wasn’t, especially with a guy who was a lot less experienced than you.

Besides, you were overwhelmed with emotions the previous night, but as soon as you woke up, it was like common sense reappeared. One look at sleeping Jungkook next to you was enough to make you get out of bed and get out of his apartment before he woke up. You didn’t regret the choice, but it wasn’t the smartest one, namely because of the two guys you were both friends with.

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Avoiding Taehyung was that week’s mission. He kept spamming you with pictures of Jungkook and plant emojis, sent you bullshit articles about what to do after hooking up with a friend, then some about hooking up with younger guys, all with the goal of making fun of you.

You had to admit, it was funny, and you’d probably do the same thing if the roles were reversed. After all, Taehyung’s been trying to get you to come out of your shell and live a little for a long time now, and he was doing the same with Jungkook, so of course, he was happy about you two getting to help each other out. You’d be happy for your friends too. The thing was, Jungkook and you hooked up once and that was it, but whenever Taehyung teased you about it, it seemed like he wanted to set you guys up, and you weren’t exactly down with that idea.

After a while, Taehyung started to take pictures of Jungkook whenever they were hanging out at the gym and sending them to you, asking for feedback. When he sent a shirtless picture, you had to admit you looked at it more than once, wondering how you’d never noticed how handsome Jungkook was. Maybe it was his shy demeanor that never made you look twice at him, which was your own fault.

In the picture Taehyung sent, Jungkook was lifting weights and his shorts had also risen up his thighs, which allowed you to get a perfect look at his naked torso and thick thigs, his crotch covered by the skimpy fabric of his gym shorts. The image instantly reminded you of all those Bunny videos you watched and loved, so you deleted it before you could look at it again and make yourself suffer.

Then, Taehyung sent you a boomerang of Jungkook’s bulge. He was in the process of standing up from a sofa and the way he moved made his cock move around his boxers, clearly, as it was visible in the short clip. While it made you salivate, you thought it was highly inappropriate of Taehyung to be taking pictures and videos of Jungkook, probably without his knowledge and sending them to you. Besides, it wasn’t like you and Jungkook were incompetent and couldn’t talk to each other.

You: stop!!! i’m not interested, leave me alone

You sent the text hoping that Taehyung would take the hint and fuck off already.

While you loved and appreciated him and couldn’t imagine your life without him anymore, Taehyung was known to cross boundaries from time to time because of his free spirit. He was one of those people who could discuss anything with anyone and feel no shame while doing it, so he probably couldn’t understand why you didn’t want to talk to him about how good Jungkook’s cock felt inside of you. Taehyung, for one, would surely talk about that to you if the roles were reversed.

The fact that Jungkook was his friend made things more interesting for Taehyung while it made it all the more uncomfortable for you, so you spent the week out with your girl friends, staying late at work, or meeting up with friends afterward, all with the hope of avoiding Taehyung until something even bigger happened. You even started going to gym classes again so you wouldn’t be around the apartment as much.

Taehyung knocked on your door that Saturday night and grinned from ear to ear when you opened it. “Hey, beautiful! You coming out with us?”

“Not tonight,” you shook your head at him, surprised that he still hadn’t mentioned Jungkook. Was he there, too?

“Why not?” Taehyung sighed. “Listen, if it’s about me and Jungkook, I get it. I’ll back off, I promise.”

“It’s not about that,” you said in all honesty. While that was the main reason you didn’t want to join Taehyung and his friends, you had a more appropriate one. “Soo-young invited me to go party with them and I think it’s time I go out with girls a bit and have some fun. It’s time I start living, too, right?”

Taehyung nodded and wished you luck before grabbing his stuff and going to Jungkook’s, which instantly made you think of Bunny.

You didn’t watch any of his streams. Well, to be clear, he hadn’t streamed at all since you two hooked up and you would never dare think it was because of you. No, you’d never think that because it simply wasn’t true.

There’s no way Jungkook would throw away the pretty lucrative side business just because he got laid. You thought it had a lot to do with the fact that his secret was out.

Well, kind of.

Of course, you’d never tell a living soul about the whole camboy stuff, but Jungkook probably felt different about this type of thing now that someone from his real life knew about it.

Still, you didn’t feel like asking him about it and making him even more uncomfortable, so you kept your mouth shut and checked your email for Bunny updates, but you couldn’t find any. Clearly, he gave it up, at least for a while. You hoped you knowing his identity didn’t have anything to do with that decision, but you weren’t going to pry and try to find out. It was his life and his choice.

Sadly, that was what was going through your mind hours later at the club while Soo-young had someone’s tongue down her throat and Ji-Ho was dancing with some random guy she’d just met.

Is this what parties were all about? You were just as drunk as your two friends, if not more, but you just couldn’t get yourself to act like that and throw yourself at a random guy and hope he’s not a total creep or a prick. What if the guy was a terrible person? You never wanted to take the risk, but you envied your friends for having so much trust in strangers.

That’s why you stayed by your table and drank. A lot. So much so that you thought you were making Taehyung up.

You closed your eyes for a second, but no, he was still there, walking right towards you with three figures behind him. Taehyung grinned as soon as your eyes met and you instinctively looked behind him to see who he was with. You immediately recognized Jungkook, well before you realized Jimin was there with some guy you didn’t even know.

Jungkook was there. Jungkook. Bunny. You could hear your heartbeat in your ear as they walked towards you. Fuck.

Taehyung walked over and gave you a big hug, which you gladly accepted. Now that you were drunk, it was easier to deal with his humor based on your sex life. Still, you weren’t sure how things would go with Jungkook, especially in public.

“Hey, minx,” Taehyung chuckled and pecked your cheek. “Not having fun?”

“Ah, it’s okay,” you blatantly lied, which made him grin. Taehyung knew you too well—you rarely had fun when you went out with your single friends, with the exception of your roommate. If Taehyung planned on getting laid, he’d let you know in advance so you could leave or find yourself company. Your friends never showed you the courtesy, but it was girl code to stick around to make sure your friend isn’t too drunk or talking to some total creep.

“We’re here to make it all better!” Taehyung smiled at you and then looked at his friends.

Jimin wiggled his eyebrows suggestively while Jungkook simply gave you a nod and looked away before you could even nod back, which you weren’t intending on doing. Who the hell fucks someone and then nods at them?

The third guy reached out to shake your hand. “I’m Namjoon, nice to meet you,” he said in a low tone, and you remembered that they have mentioned him before.

You introduced yourself too and Taehyung decided to butt in. “We told you you’d get along well, you have the same interests.”

“Oh, really?” Namjoon asked, taking a step closer so he could talk to you, which is what you ended up doing for at least half an hour.

You knew next to nothing about Namjoon, so you had a lot of topics to explore. Talking to him helped you focus on something else other than your desperate staring at Jungkook. As if he knew what you liked, he was wearing a black button-up and left a couple of buttons undone, so you could see his toned chest.

The pants he was wearing seemed way too tight for comfort, but he moved in them just fine, every move accentuating a different muscle on his long, muscly legs.

Fuck, you were thirsting over Jungkook, of all people, and in front of all your friends. It had to stop. Jungkook wasn’t even paying attention to you, which made the whole situation even worse.

Namjoon was talking about his plant collection and while you did enjoy these talks, you couldn’t concentrate on anything he was saying. All you kept thinking about was Bunny and Jungkook and them being the same person who just so happened to be at your table.

Here and there one of the guys would jump into the conversation and ask Namjoon to stop pestering you with his plant stories but Jungkook stayed on the side and never said much. At a certain point, you started wondering if it would be okay for you to just go away.

You were almost expecting the guys to joke about you and Jungkook, but nobody said a word about it, and Jungkook seemed keen on completely ignoring you and pretending you weren’t there, which stung a bit if you were being honest. Well, it probably did because you were drunk, but that didn’t change the fact that the dude slept with you and could barely look in your direction now.

Instead of going home, you talked to Namjoon and said yes whenever someone offered a shot. Before you knew it, you were tipsy, to say the least.

Jungkook went away and for a second, you felt sad that he’d gone home. It wasn’t like you two were friends and would talk, but it still felt somewhat good seeing him. You were nervous about what the first time you two saw each other would be like, and it went better than you expected since nobody teased you or made things uncomfortable. The fact that he was avoiding you was a lot more acceptable than that.

You went to the bathroom to get the alcohol out of your system and splash some cold water over your face when you noticed Jungkook walking from the bathroom towards you. Oh, so he didn’t go home.

The hallway was pretty long and there were people around, but you two couldn’t pretend not to see each other, so neither one of you did. Sooner or later, you two had to talk to each other, so why not now? At least you were drunk.

“Are you going to go home with Joon?” Jungkook asked when you two approached each other in the crowded hallway. That was the first thing he was going to ask?

“No,” you told him straight away, resisting the urge to scoff. “Why?”

“Just please, anyone else,” Jungkook seemed uncomfortable now as he cleared his throat and looked around, his hands shoved deep inside his front pockets. “He’s my friend.”

“Okay,” you sighed, wondering if you were acting like you were into Namjoon. You weren’t, clearly, but Jungkook didn’t seem to get it. “I don’t have an interest in him, not like that, anyway.”

“Cool. I’ll let you go to the bathroom.”

You nodded and walked past him, wondering why things were so awkward again. Just a week ago, he was deep inside of you, kissing you, cuddling you, and now you two couldn’t say two sentences to each other without looking away.

Of course, sex ruined many great things, but you didn’t think your awkward friendship with Jungkook would be one.

When you got back, you found that your friends somehow made their way back to your table and were on extremely friendly terms with the guys. Soo-young ordered shots for everyone, and Ji-Ho seemed to be the star of the night, as always.

Whatever she was saying to Jimin and Jungkook was working because neither one of them could look away from her. You couldn’t blame them, though—she was funny and attractive.

Still, if Jungkook asked you not to fuck Namjoon, he shouldn’t have been drooling over your friends. What’s fair was fair. Right?

For a second, you felt bad about even thinking about it. Jungkook’s request was out of line since you two have never dated or anything like that, you two barely talked, but that didn’t mean you should stoop down to that level. That was your stance on it.

But, seeing Jungkook chuckling when Ji-Ho said something annoyed you. Where was he coming from, asking you not to go home with Namjoon when he was trying the same thing with your friend? Feeling extremely bitchy, you decided to text him.

To your surprise, Jungkook checked his smartwatch to see who was texting despite Ji-Ho talking to him. When he noticed your name flash across his screen, Jungkook shot you a worried glance and got his phone out of his jeans pocket to read the text.

You: I’ll trade you not sleeping with Namjoon with not sleeping with Ji-Ho. Deal?

For a second, Jungkook seemed really confused. Then, he looked at your friend and then at you and shook his head in disapproval. He downed his shot and then replied.

Jungkook: wasn’t my intention at all

You read the text but decided to put your phone away instead of saying anything back. Besides, you’ve said what you wanted to say to him. If he thought you sleeping with Namjoon would be difficult to listen about, he couldn’t even imagine what it would be like for you if he slept with Ji-Ho.

You always thought she would get along well with Taehyung because the two of them would go into detail about everything, including their sex partners. These two felt no shame discussing their sex lives in excruciating detail. So, you didn’t want to hear about the size and smoothness of Jungkook’s cock, or the bunny tattoo, or the firmness of his chest, or the things she did to him. You didn’t want to know.

He could fuck literally anyone else in the world—it didn’t have to be one of your friends. You couldn’t blame Ji-Ho, though. Jungkook was hot, single, and, most importantly, she didn’t know you two fucked. For some reason, you didn’t tell anyone. Taehyung was in on it from the beginning, and he told Jimin, but you hadn’t said a word about it to anyone.

You weren’t ashamed of it or anything like that, you just needed time to process it. So, when you hung out with your friends, you didn’t mention it. As time went out, you still thought about it but felt less of a need to talk about the whole thing with anyone. Besides, your friend didn’t even know Jungkook, and there was no way you could tell them anything about Bunny, so there was no point in discussing any of it.

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Jungkook and you were the only ones who were drinking an hour later. The rest of the group were slowly getting tired, but you two just kept drinking, clearly unhappy about the situation. You could understand it. First of all, things were tense between the two of you because you slept together and never spoke to each other again until you found yourself at the same club.

Of course, it would have been weird with anyone, let alone Jungkook, who could barely speak to you anyway. He also wanted to fuck your friend but you cockblocked him, so you were sure that made his mood even worse, and you were unhappy with things in general.

Was sleeping with him worth it? Yeah, it was probably the best sex you’ve ever had but it also made things awkward and all his friends probably knew about it and could see him ignoring you the entire evening. Your ego just had to take the hit and call it a day.

Not long after, Jimin went home to his girlfriend and Ji-Ho started to dance with Taehyung, even though it looked more like dry-humping than dancing. Since Taehyung was so into it, you figured Jungkook had lost his chance with your friend, which would explain the sour mood he seemed to be in.

He and Namjoon were talking to Soo-young and you stood next to them and drank in silence, not knowing what to say to any of them. You figured talking to Namjoon would rub Jungkook the wrong way, but then again, it wasn’t like you could talk to Jungkook.

And then, you caught his gaze, and, for the first time in a long time, he didn’t look away. Jungkook seemed to be bored, just like yourself, so you raised your glass at him and downed the rest of your drink. Jungkook didn’t do the same. Instead, he turned around to face his friend and continued talking to him.

Well, he was pissed, to say the least. That was the last straw—you decided to go fix your make-up and go home. It was already 3 am, so Soo-young wouldn’t get mad at you for leaving early because it wasn’t that early at all anymore. Besides, you weren’t exactly having fun and it didn’t look like she needed you. The guys were good company and they weren’t creeps, so it wasn’t like you were leaving her on her own.

On your way out of the bathroom, you ran into Jungkook, who was leaning against the wall like he was waiting for someone. Ji-Ho? Couldn’t have been her, she was out there with Taehyung. When he saw you, Jungkook pushed himself off the wall and walked over to you, suddenly looking a lot more confident than before.

But, when Jungkook got so close to you that you could hear each other speak, the confidence went away. His hair was damp at the sides of his face because it was hot inside the club and it reminded you of the night you spent at his place and how soft his curls felt between your fingers. Not the time nor the place, you reminded yourself.

“Can I ask you something?” Jungkook said, his voice sounding a bit weak.

“Sure,” you nodded, deciding to look straight into his eyes. You had nothing to be ashamed of and you weren’t going to act weird around him, even if he seemed awkward. “Is everything alright?”

“Why are you not interested?” Jungkook asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I mean, I thought we, uh, we got along… well, let’s say.”

“Uhm, what?” It took a second for your to process his words. Where did he get this idea? “We did. Why do you think I’m not interested?”

Jungkook scratched the back of his head and looked at your mouth instead of your eyes. “Taehyung told me.”

You scoffed, remembering the text you sent to your roommate after he kept pestering you for days. Why on earth would he show that text to Jungkook, of all people? “I told Taehyung I wasn’t interested in him sending me pictures of you,” you explained with a nod at the end.

“That’s a bit strange for someone who enjoyed my… streams,” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow at you, and it made you chuckle. He had you there.

“Speaking of which, why did you stop posting?” you couldn’t help but ask. You really wanted to know what made Jungkook stop doing something he was doing for a long time, something that brought him in some good money, and made him more confident.

He shrugged and looked away. “I felt a bit weird about it.”

“Because I know?” You asked, hoping that wasn’t the case.

“Yeah. And because we… Slept together.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. It’s your… side job,” you tried to make it seem like a no big deal, even though you’d probably be freaking out too if you were him. After all, you were freaking out because he knew you watched him. Still, you knew he’d never tell anyone because he’d out himself too if he said a word about it.

“Yeah, but I—” he sighed before clearing his throat, clearly uncomfortable. “I thought I might ruin my chances of it happening again if I continued doing what I do.”

Would he? You thought about it for a second, but the second wasn’t enough to think about something so complicated. If you were his girlfriend, you’d probably have a hard time accepting the fact that your boyfriend got naked in front of so many people and jerked off for all of them to see.

Still, that opinion wasn’t exactly healthy as everyone had the right to do what they wanted with their body. But, you still had the right to your own preferences and you didn’t want something like that. It was a weird, complicated thing that you had to think long and hard about.

But Jungkook wasn’t your boyfriend and you didn’t have anything against him doing what he did before he even met you.

“Why didn’t you just ask?”

“You know I’m not like my friends. It takes me a while to open up,” Jungkook said while looking straight into your eyes, which you had to commend him for. It took him a while, but he got there. “With you, it’s definitely taking a bit longer.”

“Even after fucking me?” You decided to use the term just because you knew it would get him to act shy again. The contrast between Jungkook and Bunny was so glaring that it was almost unbelievable that they were the same person.

“I know, it’s… Childish,” he readily admitted with a sigh. How was this the same guy who stared right at you while stroking his cock? “Can you, uh, tell me then?”

“Tell you what?”

“Why you’re not interested?” Jungkook cleared his throat again. “I thought I, we, uh, it went well. But it didn’t, so I’d like to know why,” he gulped and scratched the back of his head. “If anything, for future reference, at least.”

“Oh, for future reference?” You cocked your head to the side and grinned. “So you can use my advice on Ji-Ho?”

You were joking, but Jungkook didn’t get that at first so he looked at you, clearly confused. When he realized it was a joke, he scoffed. “I’m serious.”

“I didn’t say I’m not interested,” you took a step closer and leaned in on purpose, getting so close to Jungkook that you could almost kiss him. Now that you knew he was interested but extremely nervous, you felt better about it. “I just want you to be able to say what you want. Otherwise, it won’t happen. We won’t have Taehyung around every time to make the first move for us, right?”

Jungkook gulped loudly and nodded, his breath fanning your face. “Y-yeah, you’re right.”

“Okay,” you patted both his shoulders with a grin. “So, when you have the guts to walk up to me and ask me to come home with you, we’ll see about it.”

With that, you walked past him and made your way to the table, where Namjoon seemed to be really happy to see you since he remembered an exhibition in town you might be interested in, based on your previous conversation. You got lost in the discussion about your favorite works of art with him, but not enough to not notice Jungkook walking back to the table and taking a shot.

You could feel his eyes piercing at you, but you didn’t want to look at him or make the first move in any way. If he wanted this, he had to say something. He was younger, and you could look past that. Younger guys could be a lot of fun too. Well, fucking them, at least. Dating? You weren’t so sure about that, mostly because you haven’t really dated that many guys. But, you thought age had nothing to do with someone being a good date or a boyfriend.

Jungkook was also shy and you didn’t think of it as a dealbreaker. He had trouble talking to women, which wasn’t that big of a deal, either. So what? You used to be awkward as hell around men until you realized they were just as scared of all of it as you were.

But, Jungkook not being able to talk to you was a problem if you wanted to fuck each other again, so he had to get over that obstacle himself. You weren’t going to play these games whenever you saw him or tiptoe around the issue. If he wanted something, he needed to speak up.

In the meantime, Taehyung got back to the table, visibly drunk, and draped his arms around your and Namjoon’s shoulders, pulling you in closer so he could tell you how much he loves you both. Typical Taehyung-after-five-drinks behavior.

“You love us so much, don’t you?” You teased him, which made Namjoon laugh. “We’re just your favorites.”

“And Jungkookie too,” Taehyung said and looked straight ahead at Jungkook who was now somehow standing right in front of you instead of at the other side of the table where he was just seconds ago.

“I’m sorry to break this little party up,” Jungkook said and offered you his hand, which you took without a question. If this was his way of making a move, you were taking it. “But we need to talk.”

“I think they’ll have sex again,” Taehyung turned to Namjoon to explain to him, which made the older friend laugh and pat Taehyung’s shoulder.

“Let’s mind our own business, huh?” Namjoon suggested and nodded at Taehyung.

Man, you did like Namjoon, they were right. He was the only one out of the friend group who didn’t have his nose in everyone else’s business. Still, you couldn’t even think about that, not when Jungkook was holding onto your hand and pushing his way towards the crowd.

You had a feeling he was taking you to the hallway that led to the bathrooms just because it was a lot more quiet than the bar or the dancefloor. However, Jungkook kept on walking, which surprised you. In fact, it excited you. This was the first out of character thing you’ve seen Jungkook do in years.

He entered the female bathroom and thankfully, no one was inside, or you wouldn’t have known what to say to the other women in there. Jungkook opened the first stall he could find and almost shoved you in there.

There wasn’t much room, you found yourself pinned between his body and the door, with both his hands right above your shoulders. “So?”

“Take off your underwear,” Jungkook said firmly, his voice sounding strong and determined, so you listened to what he asked. You couldn’t help but enjoy the tone of his voice and the way that he was looking at you—full of confidence, for once. Was it the alcohol or just annoyance with you and what you’d told Taehyung? You couldn’t tell, but it didn’t really matter.

Once your panties were off, you shoved them into your cross-body bag, not wanting them anywhere near the bathroom floor. You may have been drunk, but not that much. Jungkook spoke up, stopping you from staring at the floor in disgust. “Do you want this?”

“You?” You asked, raising your eyebrows. Fuck yes. “Mhm.”

“Okay,” Jungkook nodded and moved his hands down to his pants to unbutton and unzip them, which your eyes instantly followed. Fuck, you were basically programmed to drool over this man whenever he reached below the waist. “But no Bunny tonight.”

“Who cares?” You mumbled, looking down at his big, veiny hands fumbling with the pants and boxers, pulling them down just enough to let his pink, swollen cock spring out of the confines of his underwear. Did he really think you were doing all this because he was Bunny? At that point, you couldn’t have cared less about his internet persona—he was the real deal.

“About Bunny?” Jungkook asked, placing one hand next to your head and grabbing his cock with the other. “I think you do.”

“You’re hot as Bunny, true,” you agreed, lifting your leg up and wrapping it around his waist to allow him easier access. “But you’re also very attractive like this…”

As if that was all he needed, Jungkook hissed and guided his cock to your entrance.

With one quick thrust of his hips, Jungkook was inside of you fully and he grunted loudly, kicking his head back and exhaling at the feeling of your warm cunt wrapping around his hard dick. He was so hard for you already, and you knew just the idea of fucking you in the bathroom got him all worked up, just like it did you.

You were wet from the second he grabbed your arm like that and asked his friends to excuse you. You knew he could do it, he just needed a little incentive, and what better way was there than to talk to Namjoon?

You hissed too, feeling the familiar sting between your thighs. Of course, things didn’t feel the same without any foreplay, and you hadn’t even masturbated since the last time you slept with Jungkook, so it you a while to adjust to having his cock between your walls.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jungkook grunted and pulled his cock out slowly just to shove it in again, clearly trying to get it as wet as possible so it would glide in and out easily.

“Kiss me,” you said, not even asking, and Jungkook leaned in right away and did exactly what you wanted.

You still felt that kissing was a real turn-on for Jungkook, even if he didn’t think of it that way. You didn’t want to make the same mistake from last time and not kiss him, because that clearly bothered him. Besides, kissing made things better for you, as well.

Before you knew it, his tongue was in your mouth, turning you on almost as much as his cock was. For a second, it seemed like Jungkook forgot he was supposed to fuck you and he focused solely on the kiss, his lips brushing against yours before his tongue sneaked inside your mouth and circled around it, getting you all hot and bothered.

As if he suddenly remembered what he was there to do, Jungkook pulled away a bit and started to thrust into you gently. “So fucking tight.”

“That’s because you’re big,” you complimented him, which made Jungkook bite into his lower lip and start thrusting harder. It was shallow fucking, but you knew he was trying to get you used to him before he went hard on you. Besides, it was hard to fuck in a stall this small.

Jungkook didn’t seem to mind. He lowered his hand to your other leg while wrapping the other hand around your waist, getting you to wrap both legs around him, your back leaning against the door. Who knew he was that strong? The kid was full of surprises.

“Is that okay?” He asked, stopping for a second to check if the position suited you.

Was it the most comfortable position out there? Nope, but it did feel perfect to be held up and fucked by Jungkook at the same time, so you nodded quickly and focused solely on his eyes.

“Great,” Jungkook grinned and started to thrust into you harder, the wet sounds filling the stall as you held onto his body tight.

You knew it wouldn’t last long, it couldn’t: you had no room, it was uncomfortable, and anyone could hear you.

Still, you wanted to enjoy it as much as you could while it lasted since you didn’t know when and if it would even happen again. That’s why you decided to latch your mouth onto Jungkook’s neck and suck on the skin before nibbling it. This got Jungkook to moan and wrap his arms around you tighter, lifting you up even higher.

“You’re so fucking good,” he mumbled and rested his face against yours. You could feel beads of sweat forming along his hairline, and you were sure the same was happening to you, but it felt really good to have Jungkook that close, hold you up like that, and fuck you like you were a doll, just quick and hard, in and out.

You moaned loudly and leaned your head against the door, enjoying how deep he was inside of you with each thrust. It was easy to focus solely on him, despite the fact that you could what the loud thumping of the music and that anyone could walk in and hear you two have sex. None of it mattered, not when you were so turned on and Jungkook’s hard cock felt just right between your legs.

“Are you able to come like this?” Jungkook asked, making you open your eyes and look down at him.

“Ah, don’t think so,” you admitted, but patted his cheeks, letting your hands cup his face. “But don’t worry, you come.”

“No, that’s not fair,” Jungkook said before tonguing his cheek. “There’s no fun in it if you don’t have fun.”

“Jungkook,” you moaned, pulling him in closer just to kiss him. “I am having fun. But you’re not going to eat me out in a public bathroom and there’s really no room for you to get me to come like this, okay?”

“That doesn’t feel right,” he leaned his forehead against yours and picked up his pace. “I have to make you come tonight.”

“Let’s make a deal,” you leaned in to whisper. While you were at it, you nibbled on his ear, which got him to shiver for a second.

“Yeah?” Jungkook turned his head to the side to face you, his big brown eyes now wide with excitement.

“You come inside of me now,” you said, to which he smiled. “And then you take me home and make me come there. Okay?”

“Sounds great,” Jungkook nodded enthusiastically and pulled you in closer, so much that your bodies were pressed against each other, his strong hands keeping you in place as he sped up his pace and started entering you with a loud thrust each time, his cock feeling so hard inside of you that you thought you were going to explode.

“Ah, I’m coming, I’m coming, I, fuck,” Jungkook grunted and came inside of you, stopping just for a second and then continuing to move to get all of the cum out so it could paint your walls from the inside and mark you.

There was something really hot about Jungkook coming inside of you and the way he reacted to it, still holding onto you even when all of it was out of his system, his forehead resting in the crook of your neck, the sounds of heavy breathing filling the small stall.

When he gently helped you get your feet down on the floor, Jungkook cupped your sex, allowing his cum to drip down onto his palm.

“Don’t want to fuck your dress up,” he mumbled and finally moved away, opening the stall door so he could wash his hands.

“I thought you were the type of guy who’d want exactly that,” you teased, going to the sink next to him to do the same. “Mark your territory.”

Jungkook tongued his cheek and looked at you in the mirror. “My place or yours?”

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Oof sooo good.

BUNNY ‖ three

While hanging out with Taehyung and his friends at your place, you receive a notification about Bunny putting on a show soon.

⤑ word count: 9.5k ⤑ pairing: jungkook x reader ⤑ genre: smut, camboy!au, angst, friends to lovers ⤑ warnings: smut (unprotected intercourse, masturbation); jk is still shy, the oc is acting dumb, taehyung is still the pushy friend; a lot of nastiness all around (jk is putting on a show and the oc is watching), the oc joins the stream; lots of dirty talk ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ tagged: @jalexad, @giadalin, @awinkies, @massivekittysworld, @t4esty

» Bunny – one | two | three

When you got home from the gym two weeks after having sex with Jungkook in a bathroom stall—clearly, not one of your proudest moments—you found him drinking with your roommate and Jimin in the living room. Seeing him there with his friends wasn’t exactly what you were hoping for, not after the radio silence the last couple of weeks.

It didn’t help that Jungkook was wearing tight black jeans and was practically lying on the sofa with his legs spread wide, which gave you a great view of his thighs and crotch. The fact that you looked made you feel like a pervert. Why were you even thinking about it? Jungkook was the last thing you should have been thinking about.

However, two weeks passed since you’d had an orgasm, so you couldn’t help but sneak a glance Jungkook’s way. The reason for your new dry spell was mostly you being busy with work but it was also you not wanting to be the one to text Jungkook first. Hell no.

You two had sex, you clearly had chemistry, so you didn’t get why Jungkook didn’t even text you afterward. He seemed really eager to fuck you that night and it sounded like he was worried about you being interested in him. Then, he did a 180 and completely ignored you after. Jungkook had a great dick and was a nice guy, but that didn’t mean you should throw away your dignity and start chasing him. You weren’t that desperate for human contact.

So, instead of paying attention to your failed two-night stand, you greeted the whole group and tried to make your way to your bedroom as fast as possible, but of course Taehyung’s big mouth had to interfere. He wouldn’t be Taehyung if he didn’t have a snarky comment for each situation, which is why you usually loved the dude. Not that night.

“I get that Jimin and I will get a simple “hi”, but Jungkook?” Taehyung pretended to be shocked, placing his hand over his heart while staring at you. Then, he turned to Jungkook with a smirk on his face. “Guess you weren’t that impressive.”

Oh, so they knew? You weren’t sure if everyone was in on it or not. Of course, they knew about the first time but ever since you texted Taehyung saying you weren’t interested, their childish jokes stopped. Nobody even mentioned Jungkook in your presence until that night.

However, you couldn’t avoid them these last couple of weeks, so you had a feeling these two fools knew you had sex with their friend again. Besides, when Jungkook offered his hand and got you away from the table, you knew everyone would jump to conclusions about where you two were going.

Jimin laughed loudly at the “joke” and then threw a cushion at Taehyung while Jungkook tongued his cheek and simply glared at you, deciding not to say anything back, which was a smart decision.

“I don’t want to say anything to any guy in front of you,” you spat the words at your roommate with a grin. “You kind of have a talent for ruining everything for people. Anyway, I just came from the gym so I’ll go take shower. Be nice!”

You slammed the door behind you when you heard Jimin suggesting that Jungkook should ask you if he could join. The fact that the idea sent shivers down your spine was stupid, mostly because he hadn’t shown any interest in you since you two last hooked up.

If Jungkook had texted you, all this teasing wouldn’t be a problem, if you were being honest. However, since he didn’t, it was awkward because it seemed like Jungkook wasn’t interested anymore. It was embarrassing to be around him when you knew he was the only guy who could make you come during sex, which would effectively make him the best sex you’ve ever had, and yet, he seemed to have lost interest in you after sleeping with you twice.

But then again, this outcome was completely expected. After all, Taehyung always talked about Jungkook as if he was just trying to get laid, so you don’t even know why you thought it would happen again and again. You wanting to fuck his brains out wasn’t a reason for him to put in some effort. Jungkook got what he wanted twice—maybe he now wanted something else.

Despite all of the awkwardness, you joined the guys an hour later. You were hungry, thirsty, and tired of hiding in your room just because some guy you slept with was drinking in your living room. Besides, you remembered that Jungkook was probably more embarrassed than you and that was what made you join them. Why should you feel bad about him being here? Jungkook chose to come to your place, so he should be the one to feel awkward, not the other way around.

Luckily, Taehyung kept his mouth shut this time around and Namjoon arrived in the meantime, so you had an unbiased person to talk to, someone who wouldn’t throw around comments about Jungkook and you every couple of minutes.

Sometime later, a couple of other friends arrived, including some girls, and Taehyung informed you that they’d be going to the club in an hour or so, which wasn’t a problem. It only meant that you had an hour to put up with Jungkook being there and try to avoid comments about him as much as you could.

You noticed him sneaking glances your way a couple of times, even if you knew there was no point in thinking you’d get to come because of his hands again. You weren’t going to let the stares go to your head.

Namjoon went to get some ice from the kitchen, so you joined him because you wanted to use any excuse you could to leave the room, and you felt Jungkook’s eyes following you from the second you two got up.

Of course, nothing would happen between you and Namjoon—you learned your lesson about hooking up with Taehyung’s friends. Namjoon was just the only person there who didn’t seem to know or care about your and Jungkook’s thing, so it felt refreshing to talk to someone who could talk about anything else other than your private life.

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A couple of drinks in, you found yourself sitting on the sofa alone because one of the girls asked Namjoon to show her where the ice is, which you took as a sign of her wanting to get Namjoon alone, and you weren’t the one to cockblock people. You took the hint and let them leave to the kitchen, which meant you ended up alone on the sofa.

You could feel Jungkook staring at you as soon as the two of them got up and left, but when you finally gave in and looked at him, Jungkook looked away and started to type something on his phone. Was he trying to play games with you?

If Jungkook texted you then, after ignoring you for two weeks, you’d probably blow up and tell him to fuck off. Yeah, he was cute and extremely attractive in this tight black outfit, but you weren’t that easy or desperate.

Contrary to your expectations, Jungkook didn’t text you, which did sting a little bit. Why stare at you and get you to look at him just to start texting someone else? Weird.

The thing that stung more, however, was the email you’d received: Bunny was live-streaming tonight.

Before you knew Jungkook was Bunny, this type of notification would get you excited, which was kind of pathetic now that you thought about it. What kind of an adult female gets happy hearing some random guy would jerk off online and let her watch? Sad, truly. Thankfully, those days were behind you—not by choice, clearly—but, at the time, you couldn’t come without assistance, and watching Bunny was the only thing that helped.

To be honest, fucking him helped too, but that clearly wasn’t an option anymore. Nowadays, neither was watching him, sadly. You couldn’t join the stream now that you knew Jungkook was Bunny, especially not after sleeping with him. You just couldn’t see yourself running to your room and turning on the live stream while knowing the guy on the other end of the screen was Jungkook, and that you fucked him, and that he couldn’t even text you after. It ruined the whole thing for you.

The thing was, Jungkook hadn’t posted as Bunny ever since that night you realized he was Bunny and he found out you knew about it. The last time you two talked, he told you he wasn’t posting anymore because he thought showing his naked body online would ruin his chances with you or something along those lines. You didn’t really remember the night as clearly as you hoped you would, but you knew Jungkook mentioned something like that.

Well, Jungkook wasn’t worried about that anymore, and he made it clear by sending the email to his audience. He notified his fanbase that he’d be putting on a show soon, obviously no longer worrying about his chances with you, which was another sign of him not caring about this thing of yours.

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of watching, though. Jungkook wasn’t the only man out there, and you could move on. There were a bunch of other cam boys on the internet who could bring you the same type of excitement and pleasure, and you didn’t know them in real life, which was even better.

As if Taehyung sensed something was wrong, he plopped down on the sofa next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer to give your temple a peck. Ah, he was tipsy! Whenever Taehyung got drunk, he got touchy-feely with those he cared about, which included you. You weren’t about to complain—you’d take his emotional side over the teasing one any day.

“Sorry if I was being mean earlier,” your roommate whispered at you, even though there was no need—Jungkook had already gone somewhere and wouldn’t hear a word of your conversation. “I was just wondering what was going on.”

“I’m not lying to you when I say nothing,” you admitted with a grin, hoping Taehyung would finally realize you were telling the truth. If something was going on, you’d share it with him—you weren’t doing something you had to hide. Of course, except the whole Bunny thing, but that was something you’d both take to the grave with you.

“Yeah, I figured that,” Taehyung grimaced, showing you he wasn’t happy about that turn of events. You knew that in his perfect world, all his friends would be happy and have tons of sex, of course. After all, it was his perfect world. “Things between you do seem kind of dry if I can say that, and I don’t get it.”

“It’s okay,” you patted Taehyung’s thigh. For some reason, you felt like you had to comfort him, and not the other way around. “Don’t worry about it, we’re both adults, right?”

“You are, but…” Taehyung leaned in and accidentally head-butted you, which just showed how drunk he was. “Sorry. I’m just trying to say that Jungkook has a lot less experience than you when it comes to talking to folks, so take that into account, too, before leaving him out of the picture.”

“What, his generation doesn’t know how to text?” You spat the words back with a chuckle, hoping you didn’t sound upset because you weren’t. Jungkook had every right not to give a fuck about you, but the fact that your friend was trying to put in a good word and pretend the guy can’t even text you was just too much. “Please!”

“Not when he’s really into someone, I think,” Taehyung gave you a wink and then got up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I think it’s time we leave for the club or I’ll just pass out here and miss out on all the fun.”

The other people agreed with Taehyung that it was time to leave, and you and Jungkook were the only ones who said they wouldn’t be going out. Taehyung expected you to say no because you’d already told him you didn’t feel like going out, but he didn’t think Jungkook wasn’t going. He gave his friend a questioning look but dropped it as soon as Jungkook quickly shook his head, clearly not in the mood to explain himself.

Well, Taehyung clearly wasn’t on Bunny’s mailing list, or he would have understood why Jungkook didn’t feel like going. He had a show to put on, money to make, women to enchant!, you thought to yourself and almost snickered. You wondered how Taehyung would feel about the whole Bunny thing. He’d probably be very supportive while also teasing the hell out of Jungkook whenever he could.

“Are you staying behind with Jungkook?” Taehyung whispered at you when he took you to the side seconds before leaving the apartment. “You can tell me!”

“No, Taehyung,” you sighed, getting a bit annoyed. It wasn’t Taehyung’s fault, though. One look at him told you he was wasted, so you simply chuckled and patted his shoulders. “Dude, we’ve just had this conversation. Let it go, okay? Jungkook and I are not as close as you think we are.”

“Okay, be all secretive about it, then. Don’t let me in. Have a secret life with my friend I know nothing about,” Taehyung raised both hands in the air and then shouted loud enough for Jungkook to hear. “You two have fun!”

With that, the group started leaving the apartment and you noticed that Jungkook was lingering on. Did he have an end goal, or did he just want to let his friends leave and then sprint out himself and avoid talking to you? Obviously, he couldn’t go out, not when he notified all his fans that he’d be live streaming.

Despite your expectations, Jungkook was the last one left in the apartment, and it seemed like he just didn’t have the intention to leave. Instead, he stood in the middle of the living room and waited for you to close the door behind Namjoon, who was the last to leave after giving you a hug and thanking you for your patience around that many drunk people. Always so sensible. You wondered why Taehyung hadn’t introduced him to you sooner, long before the thing with Jungkook ever happened.

You closed the door and looked at Jungkook questioningly, waiting for him to say something. After all, he was the one standing in your living room after all his friends left, so it was his turn to speak up, no matter how nervous he was. What did he want from you?

“Need help cleaning up?” Jungkook asked after clearing his throat.

Then, he looked around the living room, as if he was trying to show you that you did need his help. He was right, though. The group did leave a bit of a mess behind and it would take you a while to get everything to the kitchen, wash the dishes, and clean the table. You knew that Taehyung would wake up tomorrow afternoon and you wouldn’t be able to put up with the mess until then.

“Sure,” you said and started grabbing as many cups as you could and quickly bringing them to the kitchen.

You’d already decided you weren’t going to do dishes tonight, not after the busy day at work and then the workout at the gym, but you were going to clean up the living room. There was nothing worse than getting up in the morning and having to deal with a mess you didn’t even make.

While placing the dishes in the sink, you wondered if you should ask Jungkook about the stream and why he decided to do it again. It could be seen as you prying into his life, which you really didn’t want to do. Was it any of your business?

But then again, you two needed to act friendly after everything. It’s not like he let you down in some way or broke a promise. After all, the two of you were still Taehyung’s closest friends and that wasn’t going to change. You had to be friendly with each other, at least.

Jungkook joined you in the kitchen soon after with his hands full of cups and placed them in the sink without a word. The next time he came back, Jungkook brought over all the alcohol that Taehyung and his friends left in the living room, placing it back on the shelf the bottles usually occupied. He’d been at the apartment a million times before, so he knew his way around without you having to tell him anything.

“That’s the last of it,” Jungkook informed you when he was done.

With that, he walked back out into the living room, which made you wonder why Jungkook was going back there instead of home. Was he planning on staying? With you? Why? Wasn’t his live-stream supposed to start soon?

You wanted to get some answers, so you followed Jungkook into the living room. When he noticed that you were glaring at him from the kitchen door, Jungkook turned to face you as he made himself comfortable on the sofa.

“What?” He looked at you, clearly confused as to why you were staring at him as if him sitting down instead of leaving after everyone left wasn’t completely out of character. “We’re not going to talk?”

“Talk about what?” You asked, linking your arms across your chest and staying away from Jungkook and his hot body and that smile that told you he was so fucking confident all of a sudden. What the hell happened in the last half an hour that made him act this way?

“You seem kind of upset with me, so maybe that,” Jungkook suggested.

You then realized he was putting on this confident facade, but his nervousness was starting to show—he was rubbing his palms against his thighs as he waited for you to say something. Of course, Jungkook didn’t like being the center of attention, and he sure was now because you didn’t look away from his face even once.

“I’m sorry if I seem upset,” you sighed, realizing that you were acting kind of bitchy towards someone just because things didn’t go the way you wanted them to. Taehyung was right: not having sex for a long time has messed with you. Now that you got a taste of it again, you were acting like a fool. “I’m really not. It’s just been a long day.”

“You sure?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up, making you question everything. Where did this playful tone of his come from all of a sudden? “Why are you standing all the way over there?”

You walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Jungkook with a long sigh, deciding that you could play the game too. Besides, the more comfortable he felt around you, the better for your friendship with each other and Taehyung. “Better?”

“Much,” Jungkook grinned and then looked away, nodding. After a couple of seconds of silence, he spoke up again. “Are you sure you’re not mad? I’m asking because you used to act friendly around me.”

Jungkook’s words took you by surprise. Did you stop acting friendly towards Jungkook after you’d slept with him? If your behavior changed, it did so for no other reason than the fact that he didn’t text you, even though he’d never promised to do it.

Why were you so hung up on Jungkook anyway? Was he really the best sex of your life? Well, yeah, but that didn’t mean you two had to continue having sex. It was a casual thing, it happened, and that was it. He was still Jungkook, Taehyung’s shy friend who had a problem looking you in the eye when other people were around. Why start treating him differently?

“I think the fact that you came inside of me and then never texted me after had something to do with it,” you said nonchalantly, which made Jungkook choke on his own spit. You knew he’d get flustered if you used such crude language, but it was all true. You were both there, ready to talk it out, so why not be honest? “I mean, it’s totally cool, but you know.”

“You could have texted too,” Jungkook pointed out, tonguing his cheek, clearly embarrassed—you could tell by the way he quickly looked away. “I didn’t because… I told you I was… I… Wanted a chance with you. So the ball was kind of in your court, right?”

Did he say that? Maybe before he fucked you.

The whole thing was in a fog, except when he was inside of you, if you were being honest. You did remember Jungkook telling you something about him wanting a chance with you, which is why he didn’t live-stream since then. Until tonight, that is. But, that wasn’t the last thing he told you or something he really emphasized. To you, it was something he said in passing because he wanted to fuck and you happened to be at the same club and clearly into him.

“Maybe,” you shrugged with a grin. “I guess I’m just used to gentlemen.”

It was a shameless lie. Not only were you not used to gentlemen, you weren’t used to men at all, at least not in the last couple of years. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so desperate as to watch online streamers to get off. But Jungkook didn’t have to know that. If he was being cocky about it, so could you.

“Oh,” Jungkook bit on his lower lip and cocked an eyebrow up. “My mistake then. So, do you want me to text you first?”

“Please do,” you said, letting it show just how desperate you clearly were.

When was the last time you showed any kind of dignity around Jungkook? You couldn’t remember, but you really didn’t have anything to lose. You two had already slept together, you knew each other’s very deep and dark secret that you didn’t want out, and it’s clear that you were into him. He seemed to be into you, so there was no reason to pretend you weren’t interested.

Seeing Jungkook pull his phone out of his pocket and start typing stirred you from your thoughts about being into him. Was he really checking his phone in the middle of this conversation? Then, your phone vibrated and you grabbed it before even thinking about how lame it would seem because it became obvious Jungkook had just texted you.

Jungkook: sorry for taking so long. want to hang out?

The ridiculousness of it all made you chuckle, and Jungkook seemed to be happy with himself, the drinks he had already clearly had something to do with that.

“Hang out how?” You asked with a smirk on your face, enjoying the fact that you got him nervous for a second.

“What we did the first time is more up my alley,” Jungkook admitted but had to look away a second in unable to maintain eye contact any longer.

“Oh, so you’re not a fan of fucking women in bathroom stalls?” You prolonged his suffering for a while by being so straightforward about it. Jungkook could talk a lot of shit, but when you did the same, he seemed to shy away.

“It’s not that I’m not a fan of fucking you in a stall,” Jungkook shifted in his seat so that he was facing you. It was now your turn to squirm. “I just prefer to do it somewhere more private, somewhere we can do whatever we want.”

“Hm,” you hummed and nodded slowly. Was that an invite? You really hoped it was because you wanted to feel Jungkook again, despite everything you told yourself earlier. If you were both down to have sex, there was nothing stopping you. “Sounds nice.”

“Are you, uh, interested?” Jungkook looked straight into your eyes when asking, and you had to give him props for that. He clearly wasn’t the most open person out there, especially when it came to women, so you had to commend him for asking that while looking right at you.

If there was one thing you could conclude about your thing with Jungkook is that it made him a lot more confident when it came to sex. Here he was, asking you if you were interested in fucking him. Taehyung would have been proud if he were there, you were sure.

“Don’t you have a live stream to get to?” You shrugged and leaned back against the sofa, taking your eyes off of him. Maybe you were a bit salty about him putting on a show for others when he didn’t text you, but that was his own fault.

“Why don’t you join me, then?”

Your head snapped in Jungkook’s direction before he had the chance to laugh at his own suggestion. “What?”

“Well, the way I see it, we both want to have fun,” Jungkook looked at your mouth when he said that and you knew exactly what kind of fun you two would have. “And I announced a stream. So, why not kill two birds with one stone?”

“You think I’d join you on stream?” You lowered your voice and practically hissed the words at him before laughing out loud. “Me? Looking like this?”

There was no way in hell you’d be comfortable getting naked in front of more than one person at a time, let alone showing your body to a bunch of women who logged on to see this man with the body of a Greek god and a dick of a pornstar. They’d be pissed off if some woman got in the way of seeing Jungkook’s body in all its glory.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at you and grabbed your thigh, digging his fingers into your skin. “Don’t say that in front of me, okay? You look amazing.”

Despite not agreeing with him, you appreciated the sentiment so you nodded and Jungkook released your thigh from his warm grasp. “They don’t have to see you. You can just watch me do what I do while I watch you. It will be over soon and then we can have fun.”

You were way past watching Bunny’s videos. In fact, you promised yourself you’d never do that again.

However, if you went over to Jungkook’s and watched him jerk off in person, it would be totally different, at least that‘s what you told yourself. Besides, you wanted each other, so why not make the most out of it?

Nobody would know, it would remain your little secret, and Jungkook would finally touch you again.

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And that’s how you found yourself naked on Jungkook’s bed, save for a large t-shirt he gave you to put on, even though you knew none of these people could see you. You didn’t want to be associated with Bunny’s channel in any way, so you decided to sit on the bed and stay covered while enjoying the sight of a naked Jungkook walking into the bedroom after taking a shower, his hair curly and wet, drops of water still all over his body, making it even more attractive, if that was even possible.

The Uber ride to Jungkook’s place was weird since you were both lost in your own thoughts. You weren’t sure if he was regretting his decision to ask you to come watch him in person. The whole Bunny thing was really personal for him, and you thought he asked you to join in the heat of the moment, but might change his mind later on. It’s not that you would mind.

Of course, you wanted to see him touch himself live, but you could get to see it after the live stream, up close and personal, so it wasn’t like you were going to miss out on something. You were fine either way.

When you got there, Jungkook led you to his room and explained how the whole thing worked from his side, which is when you told him you wanted to stay on the bed.

“Once I’m done, can I turn it off and come fuck you?” Jungkook asked, his eyes suddenly seemed so dark as if he was already turned on, even though you two hadn’t even touched each other. By that point, you’d only said yes to watching him.

“Why not?” You agreed to it without giving it a second thought. What would be the point of overthinking the whole thing? You wanted Jungkook, he wanted you.

So, Jungkook gave you a shirt of his to put on so you could enjoy the show the right way, and you knew exactly what he meant by it. Besides, you doubted that you could just sit there and watch him do this live without feeling the need to touch yourself.

When he walked back into the room naked, your head snapped up in his direction and the last thing you expected of him was to walk over to the bed, crouch in front of you, and pull you in closer by holding onto your thighs.

“You look great,” Jungkook said, kneeling between your legs. What was he going to do? Your pussy throbbed at the idea of him being so close to you. “And I can’t wait for the stream to finish.”

“I can’t wait to watch,” you admitted, placing your hands on Jungkook’s cheeks and rubbing them with your thumbs—even though he was trying to get you to relax, his voice was shivering, which told you he was the one who needed it. “You look great.”

Your comment made him flustered, you could tell by the way he chuckled and looked at the floor. So, instead of keeping things PG and letting him mentally prepare for the show, you pulled Jungkook in closer and kissed him. He let out a sigh of relief and kissed you back, quickly getting up from his knees.

Before you knew it, you were lying on the bed with Jungkook on top of you, his tongue in your mouth, his hard cock pressing against your stomach. You felt the urge to wrap your legs around him and just ask him to shove it in. Fuck the live stream, fuck all the women who were waiting for him, fuck the tips.

“Fuck,” Jungkook grunted and propped himself up on his elbows, moving away from you, though unwillingly. “If we keep going, that stream will be really short.”

You laughed, happy about the effect you had on this extremely handsome guy who you watched up to a couple of weeks ago. “You’re right, you should get ready… I’ll stay here and watch. Jungkook?”

“Yeah?” His voice quivered once again as he stared right into your eyes, his nose right next to yours, so close.

“You know that if you want me to, I can go watch TV or something,” you nodded slowly, hoping you sounded reassuring. “We can continue later.”

“Hm,” Jungkook pretended to think about it as he got up and walked over to his chair. “I think I’ll have more fun if you’re here.”

“How do you usually do it?” You asked, sitting up so you could get a better look at his naked body. It felt creepy, but that’s why he invited you in the first place. “Do you watch porn or think about something hot?”

“Porn,” Jungkook admitted with a nod. “It stops me from thinking about how many people are out there watching. If I didn’t watch porn, I’d have to look at the screen and see what the people are writing and I’d realize that there were so many of them watching me and it would fuck me up.”

You nodded, understanding how nervous that could make someone. You could never put on a show like Jungkook did, play with yourself like that for everyone to see, and look so hot doing it. Your mind would be working overtime if you were ever in that situation, knowing hundreds of people were glued to their screen, staring at you.

Jungkook set everything up on his PC, and moved it to the side, just enough so he had a good look at you while still staying in the frame. “No porn today, just you.”

“Oh, really?” You chuckled, unable to contain your laughter. The situation was so sexually tense, yet Jungkook made it seem so sweet with the way he smiled at you. What was going on with you today? You kept flip-flopping when it came to Jungkook. “I hope I’ll live up to it.”

“Trust me, you will,” he nodded aggressively. “You don’t have to touch yourself if you don’t want to. Do whatever feels right for you.”

Jungkook looked you in the eye again and then quickly looked at the PC and started clicking. He was so attractive that it was becoming annoying. Did he always have to look perfect, even when he was visibly nervous?

“Okay, don’t worry,” you responded. “You do your thing.”

“You know you’re more than welcome to join, right?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up and turned his attention to you.

“No way,” you responded without thinking about it because there wasn’t anything to think about. Getting naked for so many strangers was not your thing, and you didn’t want to ruin his pretty successful career. “I’m more comfortable watching. Besides, I don’t think your fans would appreciate seeing another woman touching you.”

Jungkook scoffed at your statement. “The people who watch are just trying to get off, right? Isn’t it easier to imagine yourself there when someone’s getting fucked than when I’m just jerking off?”

Well, he had a point there, but you were sure there would be those who would mind seeing someone other than Jungkook in the stream. People watched to see a man play with himself, not fuck someone.

“I love how you’re asking me this since I’m the target audience,” you joked but then actually gave it a thought. “Maybe you’re right.”

“If you change your mind, just know you can come in anytime,” Jungkook grinned at you warmly. “Once this is done, it’s showtime. Talk to you soon, it’s starting.”

A couple of clicks later, Jungkook leaned back into his chair and spread his legs, which was a clear sign of the stream beginning, so you cocked your head to the side and watched him.

You knew how attractive Jungkook was when he was naked, but seeing him do this brought the whole thing to the next level. Watching him squirt lube all over his already hard cock was enough to get you to gulp—you already wanted him and he hadn’t even started.

Jungkook moaned loudly as he moved his hand up and down his cock, making slick, wet sounds in the process, knowing it turned on everyone watching the stream, including you.

It all sounded so hot—his moans, the wetness of the lube, the sounds his fist made around his cock. And he was right there in the same room as you, looking at you while he stroked himself.

Jungkook suddenly hissed, taking you by surprise, even though you’d heard him do it a million times before as an avid watcher. “Do you like watching this, huh?”

For a second, you forgot that he was doing this for the stream and the thousands of people watching him and you almost responded that you fucking loved it, but you stopped yourself in time. Still, the way Jungkook was looking at you told you that he was asking you.

“I knew you would… Is it big enough for you?” Jungkook asked, grabbing his cock by the base and then smacking it against the palm of his other hand, letting it make a loud, wet sound, and you instantly remembered how that cock sounded when it hit your slit that way, sticking to it because of your juices. “Hard enough, hm? Will it fit inside that pretty little mouth of yours?”

When Jungkook said that, your hand flew down to your crotch and you cupped yourself, feeling the need to rub yourself against something, preferably Jungkook’s face. However, that was out of the question, so you used your palm instead, unable to contain yourself. There was no way you were getting through the stream without touching yourself.

“Let me see it, come on, be a good girl,” Jungkook said and you knew he was now talking to you. In fact, you could see him looking at you with a cocked eyebrow, clearly staring at your crotch and your hand blocking his access to it.

So, you listened to him and spread your legs wide, pulling the shirt up to your waist so as to give Jungkook a good view of your bare crotch, which he really seemed to like.

“I bet you’re so fucking wet for me already,” he grunted, licking his lips, before continuing to stroke his cock. “Look how hard you made me and you haven’t even touched me yet.”

You sank your teeth into your lower lip, not wanting to make a sound, not when so many people were watching him, but it was almost impossible. You started to rub your clit as you stared at Jungkook, enjoying his gaze and his every move. “Just like that, make yourself feel good… Wish I was there touching you, right?”

Jungkook hummed in approval and started to moan gently as he tugged at his cock, throwing in a hiss here and there to keep the rhythm going. Fuck, you loved hearing him be so vocal so fucking much. It was your favorite part of Bunny’s streams, but seeing it in person beat watching it through a screen by a mile.

How could he look so fucking confident and full of himself sitting there naked, jerking off, staring right at your crotch but then also be unable to say a full sentence when he was dressed? It made no sense, but it didn’t have to—you were there to enjoy.

“I bet you want me so bad right now,” Jungkook groaned loudly, kicking his head back, allowing you and all the other women on the line to watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he gulped. You wished you could walk over to him and lick and bite his neck since he liked it so much. “Want me to fill you up, huh?”

You started to rub your clit with the back of your palm, going in hard, applying a lot of pressure as you moved your hand in circles, wanting to come as the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach was becoming unbearable so fast.

It probably felt that way because it was dirty and wrong and you knew hundreds of people were on the other side of the screen, watching Jungkook, doing the same thing as you—staring at him with spread legs, imagining he was right there, about to fuck them.

But, for all those people, he was just a fantasy while you got to have him, and that turned you on a lot more than you imagined it would. Fuck, you wanted Jungkook to walk over and shove his cock inside of you, and you weren’t sure when you turned into that kind of a person.

“You look so pretty touching yourself like that,” Jungkook said with a chuckle and the best part about it, his smirk, wasn’t caught on the stream. It made you want to scream his name. “Bet you’d look even prettier with my cock inside you.”

Your walls were pulsating around nothing and you needed something to fill you up. The pressure you were applying against your clit wasn’t enough—it just got you wetter and more excited, but it didn’t help get rid of the horniness. Jungkook’s moans in the background weren’t helping at all, either.

“Yeah, baby, like that,” Jungkook said, staring right at you, and the fact that you knew what it felt like to be on the other end of his laptop, watching him jerk off like this while saying these nasty things turned you on. “You like touching yourself for me, huh?”

The fact that you were there with him and were the subject of his attention while he did those things was an even bigger turn-on, especially since you could see just how excited Jungkook was. He’d barely begun, yet his dick seemed so inviting and ready for you.

You nodded at Jungkook, which made him hiss and kick his head back. “I knew you were a slut for me… I love it. Want to spank your ass with my dick.”

The image of Jungkook smacking his hard dick across your ass made you shove a finger inside of yourself. You were surprised to feel how wet you were, clearly eager to feel Jungkook’s mouth or cock on you. His eyes widened as he watched your fingers enter you and reappear all wet and sticky with your juices.

Jungkook grunted and closed his eyes for a second and the act turned you on a lot more than you thought something so simple would. It was for your eyes only, and you knew it meant he was holding it all in.

“I could come just thinking about getting to touch you like that… How many fingers do you have there, two?” Jungkook cocked his head to the side and grinned, his hand still moving up and down his cock fervently, making slick noises along the way. “I think you’ll need at least three if you want my dick to fit, baby… One more.”

You listened to what he asked of you and realized that Jungkook was right—three did feel a lot better than two. Still, the feeling was not even close to the way his dick filled you up, especially when it was so hard. You couldn’t wait for Jungkook to finish the stream so he could fuck you. But, then you remembered that he wouldn’t be able to fuck you, not after coming, so you kicked your head back and almost groaned in frustration but didn’t, knowing you weren’t supposed to be heard at all.

“Now go fast for me,” Jungkook suggested, moaning at the end of his question. “Fuck yourself… Think of me… Make yourself come around those pretty fingers.”

You leaned back on your elbow, continuing to move your fingers in and out quickly, touching that spot over and over again while staring right at Jungkook’s eyes. For a long while, you forgot who he was and who you were, and only focused on the fact that he was a naked man jerking himself off and staring at you doing the same, and the thought made you feel amazing.

“Just like that, baby… Faster… Harder… Want to come all over you,” Jungkook ended the thought with a hiss and you saw some precum leak out of his cock, which made you want to taste him badly.

This gorgeous male specimen with a great dick was sitting right in front of you, getting himself off on you watching him, and you had him all for yourself, at least tonight—just that was enough to get you feral. The way Jungkook was looking at you messed with your head, and you couldn’t stop staring at his face. You knew very well you should have been focusing on his broad shoulders, toned torso, or that rock-hard dick of his, but you couldn’t.

Yes, your gaze flew down from time to time, but the look on Jungkook’s pretty little face was a lot more arousing to you, and so was knowing you turned him on. You were the reason for his moans, grunts, and hisses, and the subject of all the dirty, nasty things he was saying he wanted to do.

“I can’t wait for you to feel my cock, baby,” he kept talking, turning you on even more. He was putting on a show, of course, so he had to be as vocal as possible, and that included moaning on top of all the dirty talk. “I bet you’d come around it so fast… I could fuck you for days and not get tired.”

You let yourself plop down on the bed as you felt your orgasm approach, which wasn’t hard to recognize—your toes curled, your stomach was shaking, and the fire in the pit of your stomach was about to explode. Your fingers kept moving in and out and Jungkook kept moaning and telling you how pretty you looked and you couldn’t hold it in, so you bit on your fist and let your body spasm as you rode out your high, wishing Jungkook was inside of you instead of your own fingers.

“Fuck, did you come for me?” Jungkook asked before chuckling, and you didn’t even react to his question or the fact that it was really specific—a lot of the viewers wouldn’t be able to relate. “I can make you come without even touching you. Imagine what I could do with my dick...”

You propped yourself up on your elbow again and gently pulled the fingers out of you, spreading them apart and lifting them to give Jungkook a better look.

“Mhm,” he hummed in approval. “So wet for me… Wet and sticky… I bet I’d slide right in.”

You nodded with a grin, which made Jungkook look away and you dared think he got shy, even if for a second. But, he soon regained his composure and grunted. “I want to explode all over you, shower you with cum… Cum in you and when it starts dripping out of your pussy, pump it all back in, stuff you full of it, mhm?”

You bit down on your lower lip and moved your hand down to your crotch again, gently teasing your clit. It was still engorged and sensitive, but you had to get off again. You couldn’t resist, not when Jungkook looked so fucking good.

“Come ride my cock, baby, please,” Jungkook begged, looking at you suggestively with a raised eyebrow. You could swear you heard the desperation in his voice and you figured he wanted to come. “Let me—ah, fuck!—fill you up.”

You tried so hard not to make a sound—you didn’t want all those women to know someone was in the room with Bunny, but it was so difficult when Jungkook was practically begging you to come ride him. “You know it would feel so good… I fill you up nicely every time.”

The worst part about the whole thing was that you were contemplating actually doing it. Nobody could see you if they couldn’t see him because you knew Bunny paid attention to it and never showed anything above his neck. He set the whole thing up so the viewers couldn’t tell his identity.

So, if you walked over to Jungkook and sat on his cock, nobody would see you. You already came, but you were still so eager to feel him, especially when he had such a sweet face but such a filthy mouth, and when he was practically begging you to do it.

“Don’t stay quiet, pretty,” Jungkook moaned at you, cocking his head to the side. “Make some noise for me… Show me how much you like watching.”

You licked your lips and shoved your fingers inside of your pussy again, spreading your thighs to give him a good view.

“Good girl,” Jungkook grunted in a low voice, and that sound was enough to get you going again. “Such a sweet, tight, little pussy… I want to fill it so fucking bad, baby….”

The idea of having that hard cock of his inside of you was starting to mess with your brain again. The image of Jungkook holding you in his hands and keeping you pinned between his body and the stall door while pumping in and out of you hard and then coming inside of you came back and you started to move your fingers so fast that it was audible.

You stopped the second you realized you made a sound, and a loud one at that—your pussy was soaking and your fingers went in and out quite harshly, and the sound was lascivious.

Instead of getting upset over it, Jungkook grunted loudly and grabbed his balls with the other hand. “Fuck! Just like that… Imagine your fingers were my cock, fuck yourself…”

So, you kept on going, digging your feet into his bed with your toes curled, wishing he’d just come over and fuck you, shove that big cock of his inside of you and come all over your walls.

“Please, come sit on my cock…” Jungkook asked, staring right into your eyes, and you felt like he was talking directly to you. When he cocked his eyebrow up and looked at you all confused, you realized that he was. “Don’t you want to feel it inside of you? Look how hard you get it...”

You looked back at Jungkook, unsure of whether he really wanted this and whether you were going to do it. Should you even be thinking about it? There were so many people watching, you were sure.

“Let me show everyone how much cum I can fit into your tight cunt… I’ll eat you out later until your legs shake.”

Those were the magic words, you found out as your legs took you to Jungkook before your brain could even process your actions.

Jungkook bucked his hips into his fist when he saw you walking over, and when you threw one leg over his lap and motioned for him to position his cock at your entrance, he grunted loudly. “Fuck, I can’t wait.”

With those words, he grabbed his cock by its base and rubbed it against your entrance before slipping just the tip in. His other hand was perched on your ass, giving it a light squeeze. His dick felt so smooth but hard, so you sat down on it fully, until your thighs were touching his. Jungkook took the chance to wrap his arms around your waist and pull your shirt up so the audience could see his dick entering you.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Jungkook said and leaned in to kiss you, moaning into the kiss, clearly trying to please both you and the audience.

You knew what this looked like from the back—Jungkook’s firm thighs in view, his balls on full display, and his cock entering you so everyone could see and imagine they were there instead of you and Bunny was fucking them.

Suddenly, Jungkook started to pump himself into you from below, so you held onto his shoulder and hair and held him tight, waiting for him to cum inside of you.

“Please, be fast,” you whispered to him, hoping nobody would hear. You didn’t want to stay there for a long time and risk someone recognizing you. You also didn’t want Jungkook’s name to slip out of your mouth by accident, or to do anything else that could compromise this thing of yours or his.

“I’ll be fast, baby,” Jungkook said before smacking your ass hard and then kneading the flesh, spreading your cheeks so people could see his cock enter you from an even better angle. “I know you want me to fill you up.”

Then, Jungkook looked right into your eyes and smiled, and you didn’t think he ever looked so sweet, despite the fact that he was naked and putting on a show for thousands of people. None of it mattered when he looked at you the way he did, his brown eyes glued to yours, hair sticking to his sweaty face, a look of lust on it as he kept thrusting into you.

It could have been going on for hours, it could have been mere minutes—Jungkook felt so good that you lost track of time. His hands were keeping you in place, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, his cock going in and out, hips smacking into yours from below. The thing that made you forget where you were was the way he was looking at you, his eyes wide, mouth slightly open, focusing solely on your face as he pumped himself into you from below, harshly, loudly.

So, you had no choice but to kiss Jungkook, and he eagerly kissed you back, moaning into the kiss and speeding up his pace. Once again, you proved to yourself that kissing was a huge turn-on for Jungkook.

In fact, you thought that any kind of gentleness was a turn-on for him, whether compliments or signs of affection like playing with his hair, caressing his cheeks, or kissing him. If anyone was touch-deprived, it was you, so you could sympathize. Besides, Jungkook was treating you so well that you wanted to do anything you could to make him feel the same way.

“Are you ready for me?” Jungkook hissed through his teeth. When you nodded, ready to take his cum, Jungkook sped up his pace and you could feel him coming inside of you.

“Fuck, baby—ah, so tight!” Jungkook grunted loudly, not forgetting what he was there for—he had an audience to please.

“You’re so hot,” you whispered into his ear, feeling your face sticking to his as Jungkook’s hand held you in place.

“Take my cum, come on…. You love it so much, right?” Jungkook asked, his hands moving up and down your back all the way to your ass, which he squeezed and held up in the air, so his still-erect cock could slide right out of you, followed by a streak of his cum.

Jugkook leaned in and quickly closed the browser tab, ending the stream. Then, he cupped your face and kissed you, surprising you with the sudden softness of his touch and expression. “This will be the first and only stream of mine I will watch back.”

You chuckled, kicking your head back, still riding your high, not realizing that you’d just let hundreds of people watch Jungkook come inside of you. “You’re a fool.”

“No, I’m serious,” Jungkook chuckled, now returning his hands to your body, this time on your thighs. “I can’t wait to see what it looked like.”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes and stood up, cupping your crotch. For some reason, it felt more embarrassing to think that Jungkook would watch this stream back than having all those people watch you. They didn’t know who you were, and he did, maybe that was the difference. “If you ever tell anyone about this...” You let your voice trail off, allowing him to come up with his own punishment.

“Never,” Jungkook said, crossing his heart with an earnest look on his face. “Never. I promise.”

“Good,” you nodded, still cupping your crotch and feeling his warm cum slip out of you and onto your palm. “Can I shower here?”

“Of course,” Jungkook sprang up to grab you a couple of towels as if you needed that many. “You’re welcome to, uh, stay the night, too.”

Should you? That’s all you kept thinking about under the shower.

Should you stay with him? If you did, you’d get to kiss and touch Jungkook, sleep next to him, cuddle with him, and you missed all those things. You didn’t miss Jungkook, you didn’t have feelings for him or anything like that, but you missed feeling close to another person.

These things weren’t exactly something you did with total strangers. In fact, you only did such stuff when you were in a relationship. Since you were lightyears away from one, you could only do it with Jungkook, who was far from a stranger or a creep or anything like that, so it actually felt nice to sleep next to him, kiss him, and touch him.

When you walked out of the bathroom wearing just his T-shirt again, Jungkook grinned happily, realizing you were going to stay.

“I’ll join you in a couple of minutes, after the shower,” he sounded excited as he walked past you into the bathroom, and you couldn’t help but feel content as you got under the covers and waited for him.

The whole thing was a crazy rollercoaster from the very beginning. Jungkook, the shy and awkward friend of Taehyung's, was the same guy you drooled over. You slept together, had the time of your life, and then went back to ignoring each other, and you did that twice. Was it time to stop beating around the bush and just talk about it?

Clearly, you both wanted to sleep with each other and you didn’t want it to be a one-time thing, two-time thing, or anything like that. Why not discuss it, so Jungkook wouldn’t shy away from you again? You didn’t want to go through all the ignoring and awkwardness again to only end up in his bed later than you hoped you would.

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