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forever&never | jeon jungkook

summary: the line between friendship and more has always been a little blurred for y/n and jungkook. this time it’s basically been erased completely and in its wake is a huge mess of miscommunicated intentions. and as much as you tried, you’ll never be just friends again.

➣ friends to lovers/idiots to lovers

➣ 11.6k words

➣ best friend!jk x girl best friend!reader [she/her pronouns]

warnings: smut. mild angst. pretty soft acctually. jealousy. lack of communication. make out. heavy petting. oral sex [f and m]. blowjob. breastplay. protection sex. riding. missionary. ass slapping lol. light dirty. roughish. both experienced. teasing.

song inspo: all I want — brent faiyaz, [lovers or friends, that all depends on you] just friends — hayden james [it started off just a touch, innocent like friends] billie bossa nova — billie eilish [i’m not sentimental but there’s something bout the way you look tonight]

The room was dark, well mostly dark. His single large window aimed straight across his bed. A small rectangle of light laid on his covers just over the bump of the sleeping form next to him. She was tucked under the sheets deep in REM turned on her side and away from him.

He stared at the ceiling in thought, one hand under his head pointing his elbow out and the other was holding the bright device. It was buzzing quietly and the time was replaced by an image. There was a name on the screen with a dumb emoji and the picture was of you. It was of your face with drool down your cheek, mouth parted mid-snore, and Jungkook holding up a peace sign.

Every time he looked at how ugly you slept it made him laugh, so he slid the button across the screen and answered, “Hello?”

“Finally,” you said with a sigh, “I’ve been calling for like a whole minute.”

“Poor you,” he whispered, turning on his side and away from the person sleeping on the other end of his bed, “Now what do you want?”

“Come pretend to be my boyfriend and act like you’ve just caught me cheating,” you said as if it was the most simple request. He scoffed, “It’s midnight.”

“So? Fine, no jaw dropping performance” You stared at your reflection in the women’s restroom mirror. Girls crowded around you touching up their makeup, talking loudly, “But can you still pick me up? Pretty please?”

He groaned, louder than intended as he flipped back onto his back, still in thought. The person next to him stirred, a sound coming from their lips that had Jungkook’s eyes squeezing shut. Your end went silent and he could practically see the wheels turning in your head. After a long moment of silence you released an annoyed sounding sigh, “Fine whatever, I’ll just go home with this guy if you’re going to be lame. If something happens to me I want you to know it’s all your fault.”

The call ended and he laid there for a couple seconds in disbelief.

Drama queen.

He made himself comfortable in bed, distancing himself from the girl next to him. He took a big inhale and released as he felt his body attempt to fall asleep but there was something in the back of his mind.

You called him. No, like, you called him. He’s your friend and you felt safe enough to call him this late to get you out of a tough situation. Whatever, he thought as he turned on his side.

It’s midnight, and you called him because you’re somewhere you don’t want to be with someone you don’t want to be with. Plus, you already jinxed yourself and him. You said if something bad happens then it’s his fault and he can’t have that on his conscience. With a groan loud enough to wake the sleeping person next to him, he was up and blindly searching for clothes.

“What are you doing? Come back to bed,” the girl grumbled in her sleep as his pulled on some black sweats and a hoodie. He was already grabbing his things and heading to the door.

“I’ll be right back, go to sleep,” he whispered back before leaving. She’ll understand in the morning.

It didn’t take him long to get to the address you sent him. He offered to go in and get you but shortly after you were walking out of the bar in an outfit meant for a night out. He wasn’t even parked, his car was just stopped at the curb and he lowered his window for you to see him.

You shivered hugging your arms as you jogged as best as you could in heels. They clacked against the pavement as you crossed the street to him and he watched you go over to the passenger’s side. You stuck a trembling hand into the door handle and pulled only for it to not open. You did it again, slightly more frustrated as the cold began to really hit you.

“Open the fucking door,” you whined moving to the back door and yanking. Jungkook just smiled as he watched you struggle, “Say the magic word.”

“Please?”

“Wrong.”

“Jungkook!” You shouted out in annoyance and his grin only grew wider as he finally unlocked it. You yanked it open and immediate closed yourself in, running your hands over your exposed legs for warmth, “It is so cold out there, asshole.”

“Nobody told you not to wear a jacket,” Jungkook said, reaching into the backseat for the jacket that’s been sitting in his car for days. You took it from his hands as you said, “It would ruin my outfit.”

He looked over to see what you were wearing. A little green dress that complimented your skin tone and accentuated your legs. It rode up on your thigh when you sat down but he tried not to notice. You got yourself situated by the time the car got moving, “Thanks for picking me up.”

“Yeah well you got me worried when you decided to put the blame on me so fuck you for that,” he did a U-turn with only one hand on the steering wheel and his other arm rested on the window ledge. You smiled cheekily, “Muah, you’re the sweetest. Were you with anyone?”

“Um,” he thought about it. Obviously he had been with someone but he’s not sure if he should say it. Well, there’s no reason he shouldn’t. “Yeah, but she’s asleep.”

“Oh my god, you should’ve told me! I would’ve called Hobi or something,” you said but he just shrugged in response. You bit your lip, “Anyone you’re serious about?”

“I don’t know, it’s the second time I’ve met up with her,” he answered honestly, shifting his gaze to you to see your reaction. You just gave a nod before looking out the window. His eyes went back and forth from the road to you wanting to know what you were thinking.

He cleared his throat, “It’s probably not going to go anywhere. I think we’re both just having fun.”

By the time you arrived to the front of your apartment, Jungkook put his car in Park and turned to you, “Text me when you get inside.”

You waved him off barely even listening to what he was saying as you felt around for your keys. Jungkook flicked your forehead making you glare at him, “I’m waiting here till you text me you’re inside, got it?”

“Yes, yes, whatever, I’ll text you,” you told him opening the door and stepping out. You leaned down so you could still see inside and gave him a smile, “Thanks for picking me up, Kookie.”

“Don’t call me that,” he groaned as you rolled your eyes in response. When you finally shut his door and made it around the car, you let out a squeal as he suddenly honked the horn. You turned only from him to be holding up a middle finger against the window which you gladly gave back to him before disappearing inside the building.

Finally inside your apartment, you sent him a text telling him you’re still alive and went to bed.

There’s one thing you can’t explain and that is your friendship with Jeon Jungkook.

It was just a friendship, nothing more, nothing less. It was fun and lighthearted, no hidden feelings, nothing. Neither one of you have made a move on the other and if one did neither of you noticed. As far as you knew, he was just a friend. Everyone knows that’s all you two were and that’s what made you content.

To you, he was a great guy friend. He wards off drunk guys at the club, he gives his honest opinion, and honest just a good guy. What you have is a genuine friendship in your eyes. He flicks your forehead, calls you a bitch during matches, plays mature pranks on, basically treats you like one of the guys.

You met him in a pretty average, boring way. It was in class last semester when you had an assignment together. You found out you had a close mutual friend, Taehyung, and things just went from there. You befriended some of his friends like Jimin, and you were invited to a lot of things. It was only natural you’d get close to him as a friend.

So, as your friend, he was really doing you a favor. When you came back from the kitchen you were hoping to return to your seat. Clearly that didn’t happen as some girl sat there sandwiched between Jungkook and Namjoon trying to make conversation. At first you had full intentions on finding the next available place but something stopped you.

Jungkook didn’t even bother looking at you as he listened to the girl. He was aware of your presence anyway, and he brought an arm up to stop you. His arm was on your thighs and he was slowly pulling you back to him. It was all the push you needed to sit down on his leg turning your body to face the people sitting on the other couch.

“So who’d you say your roommate was again?” Jungkook asked the girl as his arm pulled away from you once you were seated. He rested it on the back of the couch now while the other held a beer. The girl looked at you watching you on your phone texting someone, completely ignoring your new seat.

“Um, Jieun,” the girl said and Jungkook nodded in acknowledgement. His eyes wandered away from her taking a peak at your phone screen. You were on Instagram with some guy in your DMs and he acted.

The hand holding the cold beer came down to your thigh pressing the cold can against you. You jumped at the feel pushing his hand away and turning to him.

“Aren’t you friends with a ‘Jieun’?” He asked drinking his beer. You gave a nod looking between the two and the girl looked you in the eye. It only last a little before her gaze was shifting away. You looked to Jungkook waiting for him to go on but he only pointed to the girl.

“That’s her roommate,” he said in a ‘matter-of-fact’ tone, slurring a little, “What’s your name again?”

You gave an unamused roll of your eyes at him before looking at her, “Yuna? I think Jieun’s told me that before.”

She smiled now, “Yeah.”

Jungkook tuned you out as you talked with Yuna and you moved over to his other leg to talk to her about some celebrity crush you shared. He got on his phone using your back as a shield and went through his notifications. He had plenty of messages but it took too much effort for him to answer right now. He was getting bored, and drunk, and not in the mood for social hour anymore.

After some time Yuna’s attention was called elsewhere and she left you with a smile and a wave goodbye. When she up you took the opportunity to finally get off Jungkook’s lap and sit back in your old seat. You kicked a leg over the other and slouched back in exhaustion, “Meeting new people is so tiring.”

“Aren’t you meeting someone new tomorrow?” Namjoon asked now that the person from outside their inner circle left. You looked at him, narrowing your eyes as he outed you in front of the others. His brows were furrowed in utter confusion still not understanding. You rolled your eyes staring forward, “I don’t know if I’m going to or not.”

“Are you gonna go see a guy?” Jungkook asked sitting up a little. Jimin looked between everyone before asking, “What’s his name? Do I know him?”

Namjoon’s eyes opened in realized, alright, so you only told him.

For clarification, you do have friends who aren’t male, but you mostly hang out with these guys. So naturally, you’ll confide in them for some stuff. You should’ve known Namjoon wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut so this is probably your fault. You didn’t even mean to tell anyone but you were talking with him on your way to class and it just sort of slipped out. Now everyone’s going to know why you didn’t want to go out for drinks tomorrow with the others.

“You don’t know him,” you said, but only more questions came. Jungkook was fully turned to you now , “How do you know him?”

“I don’t, he’s from Tinder,” You answered honestly and though you could tell he had more to say he let it go.

“Whatever, let's talk about the chick Jungkook is messing around with,” Taehyung said turning his attention to Jungkook now. He released an exasperated sigh and slumped back on the couch. He rolled his eyes, “It wasn’t anything serious. She got mad over something stupid and cut it off.”

‘Wasn’t she just over at your place last weekend?” You asked as you rose to your feet going for a different drink now. Jungkook just shrugged watching you. When he didn’t answer, you let it go, unaware of the his eyes followed your waistline and down.

Jimin chuckled, “Let me guess, you did something wrong?”

“Probably,” Jungkook tore his eyes off you when he couldn’t see you anymore and looked back to the others, “She got mad at me last weekend and we haven’t talked since.”

He wasn’t bothered by it, but it’s more the reason why that bothered him. He’s not usually a relationship guy but he could have a fling with someone for a while, a few weeks even and that’s what he had going on with this, Mina, girl. Right now he’s got nobody and he’s not in the mood to answer one of the dozen DMs in his inbox. “What happened last weekend?” Namjoon asked making Jungkook look up to see if you were coming back yet.

“Y/n called me super late on Saturday, she needed a ride,” Jungkook said and the others waited for him to keep going, “Mina was over and I told her I’d be right back but I guess she didn’t appreciate me leaving to getY/n.”

Jimin busts out laughing, “Well obviously, dumbass. You ditch a girl you most likely had just finished having sex with, to go take another girlfriend home.”

“It’s just Y/n though,” he said with furrowed brows making Taehyung groan. “Just Y/n? Yeah, that’s the problem. Y/n’s your friend, Mina probably thinks there’s something bet—“

“Shh,” Jungkook nodded his head just slightly to where you were starting to come back. He brushed his hair back looking at you now. You gave him a scowl probably thinking he was going to tease you about something before turning to plant your butt back down in the spot between him and Jungkook.

“What are we talking about?” You asked, your thigh pressed against his snuggly due to the tight space on the couch. He placed a hand down on your knee, “You.”

“Me?” Your brows furrowed looking at everyone else, ignoring the shake of your leg by his hand, slowing down and patting your thigh.

“Tell us the guy’s name. I just want to know if I know him,” Namjoon said, making you roll your eyes. “No.”

Jungkook wasn’t fully paying attention anymore, his eyes had drawn to the person across from him. Taehyung looked at him with an unamused expression that said, ‘seriously?’ which made Jungkook’s brows furrow. Taehyung’s eyes trailed to his hand and Jungkook looked down too.

Oh.

He moved his hand off your leg moving to lean further against the armrest to put some distance. Look, you’re his friend, it’s not his fault he’s kind of a touchy person. It’s also not his fault that you don’t seem to even bat an eye so it makes him do it more. He still doesn’t get why it’s such a big deal that he went to get you the night with Mina.

You’re like one of his best friends, that’s all.

When it comes to friends, you feel like you’ve stumbled upon a great selection of them. You’ve got your coworkers, your friends from school, and random strays you’ve collected on the way. Out of all them you can only think of three who could help you out right now.

You tried Sora at first, her opinion was always helpful and blunt, but she wouldn’t pick up.

You tried your coworker, Yoongi, he’s usually an ass but he’ll tell you one just so you leave him alone. That would have been helpful because you’re very indecisive.

Now you’re trying Jungkook, listening to the phone ring praying he’d answer because if he doesn’t, you think you might have a mental breakdown and call the whole night off. You’re this close to doing so.

The familiar beep of the FaceTime connecting came and Jungkook was in front of you. He was sitting on his usual black couch, and a large painting above his head. His hair had been clipped at the sides by small bobby pins, only leaving the pieces that fell over his face. His hair was getting longer so it was curling forward just under his ears. He looked kind of pretty right now, like he was going to go out.

“Where are you going?” You asked jumping right to it. He looked taken aback for a moment, nervously playing with his lip ring, “I’m gonna go out for drinks with someone.”

Your eyes narrowed, “Someone? That one girl you were messing with?”

His jaw clenched for a moment as he looked away, “Someone else.”

“Hm,” was all you said, dragging your eyes away from the silver necklace that sat on his pretty neck. “Do you have a minute because I need your help and if I don’t get it I’ll cry.”

He rolled his eyes as a smile began to form on his face checking the time, “I’ve got time, what happened? Aren’t you meeting that guy tonight?”

“Yes, that’s why I need your help, nobody else was answering,” you said, moving your phone to your desk so he could see all of you. On the screen, Jungkook was leaning forward watching you as you stepped away from your phone giving him a good view from head to toe. You looked at your reflection on the full body mirror you had on your door beginning to talk, “So I want to wear this skirt but I don’t know what to wear on top. Here I’ll show you the options.”

Jungkook nodded in response watching you pick up a cream colored knitted sweater that paired well with the skirt you had up. It looked warm enough and it made you look way more put together than your messy life actually was. He watched you put it over the simple tank you had on just so you wouldn’t be naked in front of him. He hummed, “That looks fine.”

“Okay, how about this one,” you turned your back to him, yanking the next item on and looking at yourself. It was a little on the short side and the shade of the shirt matched your complexion well. It also puts an emphasis on your chest while also looking good with the skirt. Jungkook felt something run down his body.

“Turn for me,” he said but his eyes were glued to the shortness of the skirt, tongue slowly swiping over his lip ring. Something about the way you looked was really capturing his attention. You did as told, turning so your front was facing the phone but your head was turned to the side still looking at yourself. “Wait, I actually look really good in this. Oh my god.”

Jungkook scratched at the back of his neck, “Yeah,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “Let me see the next one.”

“You don’t like it?” You asked looking at him and he shrugged looking away, “Yeah but it’s not my first choice.”

How does he tell you, he really likes it but not for tonight. You looked unbelievably attractive and he can see you wearing that whenever you and him go out for drinks with the others. He can see himself placing his hand where that little sliver of exposed skin between your top and skirt would be. His finger would press against the lower part of your spine, just over where your tailbone will start. He could hear himself making an excuse to touch like having to pull you into his side when a drunk walked a little too close. He sees himself around you when you look this good.

He doesn’t want to picture another guy with you instead.

“No, this looks ugly,” you said finally wearing the last choice, “It looked better in my head. I think I’m going to wear the second one.”

“No,” Jungkook answered, making you look at him again, “Wear the first.”

“Really?” You asked, grabbing the first option you had, “You think this is better than the second?”

“I mean,” he leaned back on the couch, checking the time. He was already running late. “I mean you look good in all of them, I just think the first would… you know.”

“You don’t sound all that sure of the first one Kookie,” you tease. moving to sit in front of your friend. He rolled his eyes at that nickname. He seriously regrets telling you his childhood nickname.

“Alright, I like the second one more but I don’t want you wearing it tonight for some guy you just met,” Jungkook finally said.

Whatever, he’s just being honest but you didn’t get it. Part of you wondered what he meant and the other part felt like it knew. With curious eyes you said, “You think I look hot in it?”

He released a breathy laugh, messing up his hair, “Obviously. So, yeah, I don’t want you wearing that tonight. You don’t even know if the guy’s worth getting all pretty for, Y/n.”

“Ugh, okay—He’s here, oh my god I have to go,” you suddenly panicked looking around your bedroom, “I’m not even wearing shoes.”

“Be careful, bye,” he said, hanging up.

His phone sat on his toned chest as he sighed, he hopes you don’t wear his favorite outfit tonight. If you do choose to wear it or look that good in something, he’d like it to be for him.

Jungkook doesn’t like you, you’re his friend. A very good friend, a forever bestie, that’s all. You’re like one of the guys to him, he messes with you the same way he messes with Jin or Yoongi. He just likes to push your buttons because when you get annoyed, there’s this look in your eyes that makes him go crazy. It just makes you look so attractive but he would never go for you.

He’s not even interested in a serious relationship so it’d seem like such a waste to see where it could go with you. And okay if it just so happened to, you know, be great then maybe he would settle down in a relationship. That’s very unlikely—not like he’s been thinking about it. Not at all.

He especially doesn’t see you as anything other than a friend right now that you’re practically clinging to him, not even when his hand rests on your lower back wearing that outfit he liked the other night, all just for him. Your hand was on his chest, “You need to stop working out, you’re getting so big.”

With that, your hand trailed further down to where his abdomen was, going over the soft ridges of muscle toward his bellybutton. He held in a breath watching you with hazy eyes. He’s realizing now that it was a bad idea to come out for drinks with you and nobody else. Now you’re both a little tipsy and very touchy.

“You don’t like it?” He asked in a husky voice as he pulled you in just a little more when a group of girls walked by in search of the bar. You stumbled into him, “I do, that’s the problem. You’re looking too good.”

“That’s a real shame,” he chuckled breathlessly, licking his lips as he looked down at you with dark eyes, “You don’t want to find me attractive? Is it distracting?”

“Full of yourself? You know I think you’re attractive,” you giggled making him smile.

You’re his friend.

You’re just a friend.

You’re like a best friend.

He's not sure if he's the one who took the step forward but all he knew was that you two were moving closer. His hands were on your waist as his head dipped down to meet yours. Your mouth was on his in a second, hands cupping his cheeks as your lips met, hesitant at first before going all in.

It was messy, a little too eager for being a first kiss between you two. In his eyes, and maybe yours too, it had been a long time coming. His hands tightening their grip as he pressed you against him until your neck was angled so that you could kiss him despite your height difference. Your arms wrapped around his neck trying to pull yourself up to kiss him better and he eagerly granted you more access. It was a sight to be seen, the way his jaw moved so effortlessly in a kiss like he was hungry for your mouth, tongue licking along your bottom lip until your lips parted for him.

You let your tongue poke inside exploring the warmth of his mouth. His eyes fell shut deepening the kiss with his tongue and yours relishing in your make out. You kissed along the corners of his mouth, a hand flat on his shirt while you trailed down toward his jaw. He licked his dry lips when he felt the tender affections on the angle of his jaw as the hand over his t-shirt ran over his chest. He let his head fall back trying to catch his breath when you playfully nipped at skin, kissing away any pain and sucking lightly.

There was a small pause, pulling away to catch your breaths and this should have been a moment to reflect. You knew in the back of your mind that you and Jungkook have never kissed. Your friendship has been just that, a friendship, and not the kissing kind.

He always knew you were a great kisser. He had never kissed you before in the past but it's not like he didn't think about it. The few times he's seen you make out with a guy somewhere on campus or in the parking lot told him enough of that. He always walked past slightly annoyed but he always thought it was because he wasn’t getting any action. He didn’t think anything of the glare he’d send guys who approached you when you were out with friends. He must have misread it as being protective over his friend and not jealousy.

“Wanna get out of here?” He asked leaning in for a kiss, biting on your bottom lip as he tugged out making you sigh into it. You nodded in response and he smirked reaching down for your hand and led you toward the doors of the packed club.

The drive to your apartment was quiet aside from some music. Jungkook drove with his hand on your thigh, a firm grip on the soft flesh very close to where your skirt ended. He gave teasing strokes making you wiggle in your seat and without thinking you reached across the console and connected your lips with his neck for a quick moment making him bite into his bottom lip to concentrate on the road.

Once inside your apartment, you led him right to your room. Neither one of you were thinking about what this could mean, all you were thinking about was what it would be like to have him down between your legs. He sat on the edge of your bed pulling you down next to him and immediately connecting his lips with yours once more. There was a hint of a smile into the kiss as he deepened it, dipping his head low. His arm you'd been tracing made its way up to your face cupping your cheek keeping you close. You straightened your back hoping to get closer to him, your hands going to his thighs for support.

Just as you were moving closer to his groin area he reached for one of your wrists. Not stopping the kiss he pulled your hand away leading you to lay back on your bed. You followed his movements laying down as he effortlessly pushed you further up your sheets so he could hover over you. He kissed down your neck, sucking softly on a spot he felt you twitch at. Your hands tugged on his shirt and though it was a quick pace he sat up pulling the shirt off.

He yanked it off feeling your hands fly to his belt loop but he stopped you again. He was slightly out of breath as he spoke, "Y/n..."

He leaned over you trapping you under his hands which rested on either side of your head. “Take this off.” He motioned to your shirt which had been buttoned at the front and you brought your small hands to the top. He watched closely as you undid the first button slowly. Then the second, then the one just over your breasts which bulged through the opening making him lick his lips. You ran your finger teasingly down the valley between your breasts stopping at the next button and undoing it. His eyes were trained on what you were doing, letting his hips press down against yours.

Impatience coursed through his veins and with one hand he yanked on the last buttons pushing it off your shoulders making you lean up enough for him to take it off you the rest of the way. Now that it was out of the way he let his hand trail along your side and over your bra. His mouth left wet kisses down to your collarbone and between your breasts. You let out a sigh feeling his firm touch, big callous hands, from working out, touching the softness of your tits. You moved to unclip your bra, sliding it off. He left a gentle, teasing kiss on your right breast.

His hand cupped the breast kissing on the sides, "You gonna let me touch?”

His voice was airy as he let his tongue poke at your nipple. His thumb swiped over it feeling it begin to harden and let his other hand cup your other breast too. He repeated the actions a couple times letting his hair tickle your neck before his lips circled around the hardened bud, eyes locked on yours as he began to suck.

"That feels good," you whined, wriggling around a little for more. You have obviously never done this with him but his teasing pace was doing things to your body that you’re not used to feeling for him.

He looked up at you, tongue flicking your nipple as his other hand groped the flesh of your left breast. He didn't say anything but didn't move quicker. You wanted to rub your thighs together but with him laying between them it was hard to. Instead you ended up just trying to rut up against him.

When he pulled back a small string of saliva connected his bottom lip to your boob and before you could say anything he moved on to the other. You felt strange, getting so turned on with foreplay. You touched along his back wanting to feel more of him pushing your breasts in his face. He eagerly sucked on your nipples, coating them in spit that made you feel dirty in a good way. Once your nipples were as stiff as they could get he moved along down your stomach. He never once pulled his lips off your skin, not even when he tugged at the fabric of your little black skirt that hugged your ass so wonderfully that his eyes had been drawn to it all night. He yanked it down your legs sitting back again looking down at your wriggling body.

Below him you looked so pretty. Hair splayed across your bed sheets. Expression full of lust with darkened eyes. Exposed breasts moving with every pant of breath you took. Your frilly underwear that left little to imagination and with a smile he leaned forward to capture your lips with his again, “You’re so hot.”

“I know, I always feel your eyes on me,” you said between kisses as you let your tongue stick out past your lips for his to fondle.

A hand trailed down to the hem of your underwear. He relished every soft sound you let out, releasing his own sigh against your skin, "Because you like to wear those little skirts and dresses around me.”

You groaned letting your hips buck into him feeling the smallest hint of a bulge in his jeans. He grunted shortly, finally removing your underwear as he went back to your breasts hungrily latching onto a nipple again. He slid your right leg up until it was bent close to your stomach, exposing more of your wet pussy. Silky strings of arousal coated his fingers as he ran them between your folds and over your clit. At the hint of some stimulation you began to meet the efforts of his hands with a roll of your hips. Unable to keep himself from a taste he dropped to be faced with your cunt.

With a groan, he pushed his nose into the wet pussy and inhaled deeply. Some slick nipped at the tip of his nose. He just wanted to please you and make you feel good. He wanted to make you forget about any other guy and remember that if you want to dress like this he wants it to be for him. His mouth closed over the stiffened clit suddenly and he began to lick and suck you, feeling the outline of your slit get his chin wet. He was lost in his own world, hips rutting against the bed as his tongue worked to taste your raw essence.

You were the sweetest thing to ever grace his tongue. His thick tongue lapped at your juices, running through your slit and pushing into your warm hole. He was quite literally tongue fucking you with a hand to your chest groping your tits again. If he could suck on them while feasting on your pussy he'd be in heaven.

You were in ecstasy with his mouth slobbering all over your cunt making you fuck up into his face. He swirled over your sensitive bud using his other hand to spread out your soft folds. His tongue fucked into your pussy as far as he could go before feeling your walls clench around him. It only made the hand on your tits rougher groping more into his hand holding your hips anchored down to the bed as you began to shake.

"Koo—" you moaned softly hands in his soft dark hair keeping him in place. He stopped, still close enough to your pussy for his breath to hit your sensitive skin. He looked up, “How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?”

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up, Kookie,” with that you placed a hand over his head and led him back down to your pussy. Too distracted by the thought of making you cum on his tongue, he went back in. He focused on your clit, tongue flattening over it and shaking his head from side to side feeling your walls tighten. He repeated the action with more effort and then he felt it. Just under where he had been licking your little clitty, your release came. He kept going, feeling the slick coat his chin and drip further down your open legs before stopping it with his tongue so he could taste. He eased you through your orgasm with a hand stretched across your body letting your hips guide him in a rhythmic motion through your high. Jungkook pulled back a moment, swiping his tongue on his lip, licking a small drop off as caught your breath.

With an effort to lean up and kiss along your neck, you caught him off balance making him land on the bed instead. Quickly before he could try and stop you, you were yanking his Jean button open and tugging at the zipper. He hissed at the sudden friction of losing the thick layer of denim from his member. He let you slide them off, muscles tensing when he tried to lean up to kiss you.

You met him halfway, a messy tongue kiss mixed with the taste of your arousal and spit. Distracting him enough with the kiss you let your hand go over his bulge from his briefs.

His breath caught in his throat at the first feel of your palm over his cock. His eyes glazed over as you smiled seductively at him kissing the tip of his nose before letting your hand slide past the briefs and touching him directly. You start with a couple experimental strokes, his mouth drawn open in a silent moan, "Do you want me to stop?"

His brows are knitted together, a hand over your hair and the other fisted up to his forehead. He shook his head licking his lips, "I swear to God if you stop, I’ll…" his voice was hoarse, feeling you bring your face closer to his tip, licking it gently, tasting the bead of precum on your taste buds. “You’ll what?”

You flatten your tongue on the underside of his cock, a teasing long kitten lick from his base to his tip. You stopped at the head letting spit pool in your mouth and onto his cock keeping your eyes on his. Then, his eyes meet yours slowly and you swallow more of his length into your mouth. His eyes scrunched closed in pleasure, biting the back of his hand to stifle the loudest moan he's ever felt bubble up in his throat. It was something in the way you teased and looked him in the eyes while doing it.

He’s been with a handful of girls, he’s obviously experienced and these aren’t new sensations. But there’s something about having the girl he’s just friends with, with your mouth around his cock, that turned him on so damn much.

Holding the base of his cock with one hand, you begin to bob your head setting a good pace, with your other hand on his thigh keeping yourself from losing balance. Your eyes lock on the obvious muscles flexing under your touch. Your hand helps jerk the rest of him, your other hand coming up to massage his balls.

Jungkook watches the way his cock disappears into your mouth, the feeling of your mouth, your hands working other areas. It took everything in him to not let out everything and instead released shaky breaths and soft groans. He was close thanks to the way you released those pretty little moans when he had you in his mouth.

You press into him, hand on his thigh once more as your nose pressed into his pubic bone. You took steady breaths through your nose doing your best to relax your throat and flatten your tongue. You stayed still for a second, letting yourself get used to his cock so deep in your throat, jagged breaths in and out. Jungkook pants lightly, feeling the throb of his cock as his tip hits the back of your throat, “That’s it, breathe through your nose baby, take it.”

You roughly swallow around him, suppressing a gag as you resume to deep throat him, spit bubbles gathering around his length.

"Fucking hell," he groaned tossing his head back in bliss. Moans were pouring out of his mouth, his groan muffled into his hand, "I'm so—close."

His pants come quicker, more jagged and out of breath. His mouth hung open, hips almost locking from how hard his muscles flexed. With his cock twitching in your mouth Jungkook slowly comes down from his high, hand petting your hair. His eyes were hazy and his mouth dry. It felt like he couldn't move a muscle and yet he was yanking you off his cock and smashing your lips onto his. He could taste himself on you and with your aftertaste on his he wished to kiss more. He was still hard, probably in anticipation when rummaging was heard.

Jungkook pulled back to catch his breath letting you search for a condom tearing into it immediately.

He hissed in discomfort as he dragged his body into a sitting position, back pressed against your headboard. He let you slide the condom on his member watching it come back to life at its full hardness. His eyes locked on the spread of your legs moving to sit on his lap. Jungkook kept a hand at his base and the other on your waist while yours gripped his shoulders.

He watched closely as you lined yourself up watching the head enter. He quickly looked at you as your mouth drew open, sinking down on his length. He didn't push to move even if he really wanted to and instead let you adjust. He wanted this to be pleasurable to you too. He whispered softly, "I want to make you feel so good. Will you let me?"

"Jungkook," you whined at the first expert roll of his hips, digging his cock a little further into your walls. You ground your hips letting your head fall forward when he took a boob into his mouth fucking up into you.

He nipped at the bud playing with it as he looked up at you to the best of his ability. Your pouty lips moaning softly has him pulling away to kiss you again, "Say my name, don’t stop.”

He groped at your ass, spreading the soft cheeks apart and rammed into you when you threw your head back in a moan, "Jungkook, you feel so fucking good inside me.”

You returned to him feeling lightheaded holding his face in your arms forcing him to look at you as he bounced you on his cock. A hand on your ass and another on your tit letting you pull his face into you. Your already erect buds tightening as he pinched and pulled at them. He left wet, sloppy kisses over your throat, moving his hands to grip your waist harshly. Jungkook's nail dug into your soft flesh as he lifted your hips up and down on his cock.

"Just like that," he bit into his lip, staring down at the way your hips gained a more determined rhythm to get him off. You pulled on his hair making him look at you, "I'm gonna cum."

“Already?” He teased, “Am I fucking you good? Is my cock fucking you just right?”

“Stop talking,” you moaned against his lips dragging him into a kiss, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Already?” He kept going, “My dick that good?”

His eyes locked on yours as he felt your warm walls begin to tighten around him. A familiar ring of nerves clenching around his member as it sucked him into your folds. He wasn't going to last much longer either, “Your pussy is so damn good, Goddamn.”

His thrusted slower but still rough, chasing his own high with the sponginess of your spent walls that hugged his stiff dick deliciously, enough to make his lips dry.

When you didn't respond and he felt himself at his peak he added, "I won’t last much longer, fuck.”

He let you snuggle your face into his neck, a hand still on your jaw as his forehead rested on your shoulder. His other hand was forcing your hips up and down roughly.

It was like a wave washed over you, the final words to put you over the edge. Just like that you were releasing, biting back a euphoric moan as Jungkook hugged your sides talking you through it. In all your past hookups not once did they treat you so softly while tossing you around too. It made you want to show him other sides to you too.

When yours had calmed enough, the last squeeze of the ring was enough for him to let go into the condom. He grunted softly into your ear guiding your hips up and letting himself slip out. Your thighs shook as you crawled over to the side of the bed taking a moment to catch your breath.

“Fuck, you’re rough,” you groaned trying to get yourself off the bed feeling sore. He just lied back on your pillows with a lazy smirk still fondling his sensitive cock, “But you liked it.” He leaned forward, spanking your ass hard as you bent down to get a pair of panties.

“Ow!” You squealed throwing his underwear at him and he laughed, “Asshole.”

“Want me to do it again?”

Teasingly, you bent forward again and he connected his hand with your ass just as hard, squeezing in the process.

Was it normal to continue like it never happened? That’s what you and Jungkook were doing.

It’s been a few days since the night he fucked you so good you were sore the next day, and yet neither one of you have brought it up. You weren’t avoiding each other either so clearly you just didn’t care to talk about it.

Now, this doesn’t mean you’ve completely forgotten about it. It’s hard to when his hand is on your thigh under the desk.

“So I told him, ‘Babe, I’m not letting you touch my tits in public’ ugh, Jimin needs to chill, you know?” Sora ranted during a lecture making your brows furrow. You looked at her, “What are you talking about?”

“Ugh, you’re not even listening to me,” Sora groaned with a roll of her eyes before looking over at Jungkook, “Why so quiet, you dumb bitch.”

“Sora, one of these days I’m going to tell Jimin that you’re breaking up with him if you don’t stop being mean to me,” Jungkook spoke up as the others around you began gathering their things. She only rolled her eyes, waving him off, “He won’t believe you, he knows I’m dick whipped.”

You were gathering your things and stuffing them in your backpack as you stood up making him move his hand, “Hurry up or I’m leaving you two, I want chicken.”

“Eh, I’m not worried,” Jungkook said with a shrug even as he got up, “If you ditch me I’ll just pick you up and K.O you until you apologize.”

“Jeez, why so rough?” Sora asked, missing the way he sent you a wink at what she had just said.

Alright, you’ll be honest.

It hasn’t completely gone back to normal, there’s still an intense sexual attraction between you two but nobody knows what you two did.

You groaned, “If I don’t get food into my system right this instant I’m going to be the biggest bitch.”

“You already are.”

“Bitch,” you glared at Jungkook just as you got to the front of the lunch room.

“Jungkook!” You all paused at the door, turning around to stare at whoever had just called your friend. Jungkook froze looking at her, “Mina.”

“Hey, do you have a minute?” She asked looking over to Sora and then you. You swear she glared at you. Jungkook looked back, catching your eyes, seeing if you had anything to say but you didn’t. What were you even supposed to say? He focused on Mina again, “I’ve got time, what’s up?”

“Come on let’s eat, I have to go to work after,” you told Sora ready to leave. She gasped, “Are you working with that new guy? Is he hot?”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook tried not to turn and ask you who, choosing instead to walk away with Mina. It’s not like the two of you were dating anyway, he can talk to her, and you can think about whatever guy you want. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t even want a relationship.

Not at all.

So when you FaceTimed him the next night looking for help again, he agreed.

“So what’s this for?” Jungkook asked on the same couch he was on last time looking the same as then too. The other day Mina asked him out on a date but he doesn’t go on dates. He did get drinks with her but that was it, he wasn’t even in the mood for sex and he kept thinking about who that coworker of yours was.

“I’m going out with a friend for dinner,” you said looking at yourself in the mirror. Jungkook’s tongue poked against his cheek in annoyance, “A friend? And you’ve gotta go all out for dinner?”

“Obviously, I can’t look ugly.”

“Why?” He asked even though he knew it sounded immature. You rolled your eyes pulling down the front of your top to show more taste, “Because I don’t know who might see me, duh. So how does this look?”

“Going out with a guy?” He ignored your question. Once again, you rolled your eyes, “Yes Jungkook, he's a friend with a dick, just like you.”

He scoffed, looking taken back, “Whatever, you look fine.”

“You’re being no help right now, you’ve said that like three times,” you groaned in frustration because if you don’t find an outfit right now you’re going to tell Hoseok you can’t see him tonight and will just see him the next time you work together. He slumped back, “You’re making me help you look good for some random guy, what do you want me to say? You look fine.”

You glared at him through the screen, “Fine whatever, thanks for your help, go call Mina or something then.”

Without a goodbye you hung up on him leaving him sitting there in disbelief.

“Fucking—ugh!” He groaned loudly, tipping his head back annoyed. Fine, you want him talking to Mina? He will.

He’s being so annoying right now. It’s not like you’re asking him to do something he hasn’t done before. Besides, that’s what friends are for.

It’s not like you’re doing anything wrong either. You did have sex but that was over a week ago and neither one of you has brought it up. And yes, you’ve been extra touchy with each other but still, it has no meaning. You haven’t gone out of your way to see if having sex with your best friend was something serious or not and until he brings it up, you won’t either.

Of course the sucky part is watching him talk with other girls wondering if that night was just a one time thing for you two or not. You don’t want a relationship right now but you also don’t want to watch someone you’re sexually attracted to with someone else. Plus, why is he giving you so much attitude on FaceTime like you’re doing something wrong.

If he didn’t like the idea of you getting pretty to go hang out with a male friend of yours then he’s being stupid. You dress up to go out when you’re with him and he’s just a friend too. You’re not even lying when you say you’re just friends with the person you’re getting dinner with so why did he seem so offended?

Hoseok is literally a friend. He just started working at your job and you clicked right away. If Jungkook would just ask you instead of getting all pissy with you then you’d tell him. But, in reality, you don’t owe him any explanation for who you go see. So, him saying, ‘You’re making me help you look good for some random guy, what do you want me to say? You look fine’ is such bullshit. Like, he’s helped you before so clearly something upset him and he won’t even tell you what.

Listen, he doesn’t know what. He doesn’t think he’s looking for anything serious even though he really enjoyed the night he spent with you. One could say he could easily look for a friends with benefits relationship with you but he doesn’t want that either. In his opinion that could damage your friendship more than being in a relationship will.

Like, if you could just not entertain any other guy but him then he’ll do the same. You’ll still be friends but at least he’ll know that if the time comes his chances won’t be ruined by another guy in the picture. He won’t have a problem doing the same with you as long as it’s mutual. But if you’re going to go out for drinks with other guys than he can do the same with girls who are clearly interested in him.

But he can’t. He can’t stop his mind from thinking about you and it’s starting to mess with his mind. This is normal for friends, right?

No.

Not even in this friendly moment can he help himself. The others were around so he didn't think he should do or say anything but you looked so damn pretty. He was also sitting the furthest from you so it probably isn’t obvious, he hopes. He just doesn’t understand how things changed within him so much. Maybe he’s just finally realized how much he likes you and probably for a while now.

Obviously not to the extent of actually falling for you right off the bat but since the beginning he thought you were hot. He was always leaving small touches, he listens to you rant about your day, he tells you how pretty you look in basically anything, he kissed you and had sex with you and has yet to sleep with another girl since. He likes you a lot. Now how does he tell you so?

His love language is physical touch, not words of affirmation like you. This means, his way of showing interest or affection is by touch and he did a lot of that with you, always.

He’s not even trying to hide the fact that he’s been looking at you. It’s not like they didn’t know he’s always been close with you, they’ve seen him drag you into his lap, hand on thigh, all of it. Now do they know the extent he’s gone with you? No.

You obviously know he’s watching you, has been all night and it’s made you feel giddy. You still don’t know what’s going on between you and him but you do know that you want to kiss him again. So, you excused yourself to the bathroom sending him a small wink before leaving then when you got inside, you called him.

It was a little scheme and he picked up on it right away, “I’ll be back.”

“Who’s calling?” Sora asked, sitting on Jimin’s lap looking over to him. “None of your business,” Jungkook said ruffling her hair, making her hit him and Jimin laugh. He left down the hall looking at his phone and passing the guest bathroom, choosing instead to go to the one in Namjoon’s private one where he knew you’d be. He knocked lightly, turning the handle to catch you looking at yourself in the mirror.

He hasn’t brought up the other night on FaceTime because he knows he was being petty. He was just annoyed that he wasn’t the one going out with you. He smiled as he shut the door making sure to lock it, “You called?” A little pun because you obviously called and he ran right to you, like usual.

You faced him now, leaning back against the sink, “You make it very hard to concentrate when you’re watching me all the time.” You were teasing and he was stepping closer until his hands were on the counter behind you. There was a very short time before the others start to notice you’re both gone so he didn’t hesitate to close the distance between you even more, he dipped his head down until his lips were brushing over yours, waiting to see if you’d want this too.

You pressed yours against his giving him the go ahead to finally kiss you after weeks without doing so. His hands came down to your hips using no effort to lift you into the counter to have better access to your lips. You were on a time crunch so it was needy, messy, full of tongue. Jungkook was eager to feel you, trailing his mouth down your jaw, licking you with each kiss moving to your neck, hands grabbing at your shirt.

“Okay,” you sighed in disappointment, “I should probably go, Jungkook!”

“One more, one more,” he whispered, meeting your lips again, hand on your cheek before you were pulling away with a small laugh. He let you hop off the counter waiting inside the bathroom longer so that you could head back. You quickly fixed your appearance as you joined the others.

“Jeez, did you fall in the toilet?” Taehyung asked as you sat back down next to him. “I was taking a shit.”

“Did you at least spray my bathroom?” Namjoon asked looking disgusted and with a smirk you shook your head no. The conversation continued and it was only a couple minutes later that Jungkook came back.

“We need beer,” Jimin shouted from the kitchen looking over at you all, “Someone go get some.”

“Why can’t you go?” You asked, sitting up a little, making him narrow his eyes at you. “Why can’t you go?”

“In what car?” You gave the attitude right back to him making him shake his head as if he was talking back with even more attitude. You did the same making a little game of it since nobody else has spoken up.

“I can drive,” Jungkook volunteered after some time hoping nobody would hear the eagerness in his voice as he looked to you, “Do you want to go with me?”

“Sure,” you said, flipping Jimin off, “Even though he has a car and is also the one wanting more beer.”

You left the apartment with Jungkook going right to his car where he leaned over to plant another gentle kiss on your lips making you smirk, “You’re extra touchy today.”

His hand was on your thigh as he smiled back at you, “I’m just happy right now.” You turned away so he wouldn’t see the blush appearing on your face.

When you got to the store, you went down the snack aisle as Jungkook left to get the alcohol.

“Boo.”

You nearly screamed, dropping a bag of chips as you heard laughter just behind you. You turned quickly, eyes going from scared to angry as you looked at the person behind you, “Asshole.”

“I scared you,” Hoseok laughed, “Good.”

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking at all the things in his basket before smirking, “Drinking?”

“I’m going over to Jin’s right now, I just got off and Yoongi’s there too,” he told you, referring to another one of your coworkers, “What are you doing tonight? Wanna come with?”

You smacked your lips in disappointment, “I would but I’m already hanging with some of my friends.”

Jungkook had only one box of alcohol, if the others wanted more they could come themselves but that was all he’s carrying. He knew where you were but he didn’t expect to see you talking with some guy. He came up behind you placing his free hand on your back capturing your attention, “Ready?” His smile was strained, not bothering to look at the two guys but neither one seemed to care.

“Ah, is this one of your friends? I’m Hoseok,” Hobi asked, taking a step closer, making Jungkook look at him. You gave a shy nod, unsure of what to say since it was clear he wasn’t going to introduce himself to Hobi. You didn’t even know how to respond. Jungkook was technically your friend. You’ve been hanging out as friends for a while but obviously things have been different lately. Even with that and all the kisses and touches you still don’t know what you are, so really, it’s not your fault if your response makes him unhappy if he doesn’t tell you what he wants.

“Um yeah, this is my friend, Jungkook,” you said, going based on what Hoseok asked, “Jungkook, this is my coworker.”

The guy flashed him a grin while Jungkook’s facial expression remained straight. There was something about being referred to as a friend that really just caught him off guard. You didn’t even have to say it, you could’ve just said ‘meet Jungkook’ and not be so quick to remind him. He turned away, tongue poking against his cheek in thought. Even after all the two of you have done, you still just see him as a friend? What else do you want him to do?

“I guess I’ll get going,” He said, sensing the awkward shift in the air, “Y/n, you should come over later if you’re free then.”

You and Jungkook got to the line to pay but you could tell Jungkook was being distant right now. After you paid you went straight to the car and this time around he didn’t kiss you or touch you at all. If anything, he seems to have scooted as close to the window as possible, making you confused.

You tried not to think about it but when you got to Namjoon’s apartment building it was hard not to notice that he was very clearly not even trying to talk to you.

“Why are you being so quiet right now?” You asked as you got in the elevator with him. He pressed the button to Namjoon’s floor as he said, “I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Okay.”

You scoffed, is that really how he’s going to respond to you right now? You looked at him, “Are you mad at me?”

“Do I have a reason to be?” He was being condescending, he knew he was but he just doesn’t know what to think right now. Hearing you refer to him as just a friend really hurts his ego because he’s not thinking of you that way. He knows you’re more than that so for you to do that to him is just really… confusing.

“I don’t know that’s why I’m asking,” you responded to him slightly more defensive than before because why was he acting like all of a sudden? “Tell me. Was it something I said?”

Jungkook looked over at you standing even close in the small confines of the elevator, now he was only inches away making you look up at him as much as you needed to. He spoke, “That guy earlier, Hoseok or whatever his name, what are you?”

Your burrows knitted together in confusion, “What do you mean?”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, looking you dead in the eye without breaking contact, “I mean are you seeing him?

“Obviously not.”

“So you don’t kiss him?” Jungkook answered your question with another question, neither one of you have given any answer yet. “Jungkook wha—“

“Do you sleep in his bed? Call him up late at night? Tell me Y/n, is he really just a friend?” Jungkook’s voice was bitter with a little bit of anger but he can’t tell if it was at you or at himself.

You stood there for a second trying to under why Jungkook was asking this stuff, a little annoyed that he even had the nerve to, “We’re just friends, Jungkook.”

He scoffed, ignoring the ding of the elevator, “Really? We do all that stuff, so how are you going to introduce me as just a friend?”

You looked taken back, uh oh. Was this the start of the long awaited conversation you two desperately needed. You shifted your gaze nervously now, “I didn’t mean it like that”

“So how’d you mean it then because you were pretty quick to call me that in front of your friend.” He emphasized the word that just loved to throw around despite everything you do.

“You’re kinda being mean right now,” you said. He huffed in frustration, “Because you tell me we’re not just friends but then you call me your friend in front of other guys.” His voice has evened out as he tries to explain but he still sounds irritated.

“What do you want me to call you then,” you said dumbly.

“Your boyfriend, Y/n,” he finally said, making your mouth part in surprise. Your face smoothed out in realization. The elevator doors opened with a ding filling that awkward stretch of silence. You shook your head finally getting out of the elevator and heading down the hall, “I’m not a mind reader, how am I supposed to know what you wanted?”

“Um,” his voice was sarcastic, “Maybe because I was pretty obvious about it.

He wants to say he’s always felt this way but he can’t because it wouldn’t be true. Since the beginning he’s been attracted to you as a person and he wanted to be friends with you. Sure, he thought you were attractive but he never let his thoughts and actions run past that. And now that they have he literally doesn’t know how to do this. “You’re the one who still treats me like a friend Y/n, that’s why I haven’t said anything.”

You turned to him, “Yeah well, I thought you only wanted to mess around since you never said anything to me.” It took you a while to realize it but the reason why you were so close to Jungkook was because he made you comfortable. He always has, so it was for easy your friendship to evolve and to just effortlessly succumb to each other’s bodies. The hard part had been knowing if it was just a simple tale of the extent of your friendship or if your feelings had gotten involved. They obviously had.

He combed his fingers through his hair as the two of you stood in front of the apartment. The conversation clearly wasn’t done but everyone’s waiting and they’ve probably already heard you arguing. You knocked on the door as Jungkook stood behind you looking just as defeated as he did.

“Fucking finally!” Jimin shot up immediately taking the beer from Jungkook leaving him empty handed. Sora clapped, “You brought food!”

You set the bags down in front of everyone moving to take your seat but before you could, Jungkook grabbed your hand, “Can I talk to you?”

“Yeah,” you sighed following him into the guest bathroom but this time for a completely different reason. You faced each other getting closer in this small space as Jungkook finally spoke, “Y/n, I’m crazy about you, okay? I said it, I don’t know how much more clear I have to be but I’m telling you right now that I want to have a relationship with you. I don’t want to just want to be your friend.”

He let you take in his words before continuing, “So I’m asking you now, do you want to have dinner with me tomorrow night ? Not as friends.”

You were smiling a little now. Yeah you wanted him to just tell you but the way he said it to you just now kinda made you giddy. There was just no room for misunderstandings. You smiled nodding your head unsure of how to say you feel the same.

“As your girlfriend?” You said in a final response to when he wanted you to say he’s your boyfriend. “Yeah.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, both pleased but unsure of what to do now. You could either keep this between you two until you really figure things or you could come out together and say it. Jungkook chose to kiss you instead, pulling you into his arms and kissing your lips with a new tenderness after finally expressing yourselves.

“They’re probably getting suspicious,” you said pulling away when he gave you another kiss and said, “They probably already are.”

You hated to admit he was right because the second you came back to everyone else they were all staring with knowing looks.

“So what were you two doing in the bathroom?”

“Talking.”

“Oh were you just talking earlier when you both disappeared? Kissing!? Because everyone knows. Everyone knows.”

A murmur of ‘yes’s came about.

“Jimin,” you said in a warning tone but he gave you a look that said he couldn’t care less. Jungkook was sitting next to you, “How long have you guys known?”

“Since the other day in class where you basically eye fucked each right in my face,” Sora said pointing an accusatory finger at the two of you, “And then! I ask if your new coworker is hot an—“ “Babe.” “Jimin hush it was for research purposes,” Sora sighed, “And Jungkook looked like he was going to kill me for bringing it up! And then! Y/n looked mad when Mina came up to him! And then! You’ve been acting weird all day!”

Sora’s rant came to an end leaving all of you silent for a moment before Taehyung raised a hand, “You guys are very obvious.”

“Neither you or Jimin know how to mind your business,” Jungkook bit back starting the usual back and forth banter between him and Sora—who immediately responded with:

“Neither you or Y/n know how to communicate your feelings.”

Your jaw dropped, “Why—That’s not—Why am I being brought into this?”

“Alright, whatever!” Namjoon cut in, “There everyone knows. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. It’s literally not a surprise at all.”

“Well… we’re dating, everyone,” Jungkook said annoying everyone even more on purpose as he did a small clap. He smiled at you, placing his hand back down on your leg and bringing you closer a little.

Everyone was gagged.

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a/n ok y’all. tell me jimin and sora aren’t THAT couple and it was merely a side plot

also idc idc idc this story makes me kinda happy 🤓like it’s cute but also kinda realistic???relatable??????????? tell me y/n isn’t the definition of the ‘girl best friend’ girlfriends be worried about 💀

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Stardust || JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x F. Reader

Genre: Fluff || Smut || Friends to Lovers au

Summary: If Jungkook would have known an unintentional orgasm would have led to this, then he would have begged you to work out with him sooner.

Word Count: 5.5k

Tags/ warnings: himbo-ish jk, so much fluff idk where it came from, smut in the forms of: unintentional masturbation turned coregasm, oral (f. receiving), fingering, protected sex (because that’s really cool), mirror sex, doggy style, technically multiple orgasms, they’re both giggly and in love it’s kinda gross, jk is a tits man, he’s obsessed with boobs, it’s all very tame and kinda soft ig

Notes: yay first fic of 2023. this was way harder to write than i’d anticipated, hopefully i pulled through. and if there’s mistakes, no there aren’t!

<3 thank you to my prettiest baby @4amj3zz for reading this atrocity before i posted it

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If every living being’s foundation is made of stardust, scattered when born, then Jungkook thinks the two of you were made from the same star.

A friendship that’s near impossible to come by, crafted by the hands of a higher being— delicate fingertips moulding fickle personalities and emotions that seem incomplete when not together. Two angels sent to earth to be each others’ number one in another life they’ll spend together.

Precious, like naturally formed diamonds.

And maybe that’s what your friendship was, one of the world’s little treasures. One everyone yearns for, though only a select few have.

Sure, diamonds can be replicated, graphite turned jewelry, simply there for show. A statement piece if you must.

Fake diamonds and fake friendships that seem to be more common than the real deal. Hard to crack, though not impossible— splitting the two of you up into pitiful shards and lost pieces; where even the most skilled hands have trouble putting it back together.

Jungkook doesn’t remember life before you. Though he thinks it must have been dull, flimsy smiles, and friends that hadn’t bothered to call once they moved away.

His existence so easily forgotten, that the gnawing sadness didn’t seem to last as long as he’d anticipated. Simply walking the path of life alone, though he often thought solitude wasn’t all that bad.

Until your worlds had collided. The big bang of your friendship, a new world, a new start, everything so fresh and untampered with.

He’d thought about what life would be like if one day the two of you were to ever part ways, the very thought of you not being by his side like a harsh punch the gut.

And maybe he had gotten a little teary eyed on those evenings he felt a little softer, a little sadder at the thought of you ever leaving. His hands fumbling around his sheets for his phone, your voice his only remedy for his growing anxiety, where promises were whispered and sleepy smiles remained on your faces as you rested.

Jungkook doubts that day will ever come. And maybe that’s all just wishful thinking, a juvenile dream that the promise you’d made to one another would hold strong for the rest of time, until the two of you lay six feet under. Resting side by side until your bodies rot, flesh becoming one with the earth, what is left of your existence blossoming into something beautiful; perhaps a tree, a flower, truly anything, as long as you were together.

“Together?” you blink up at Jungkook through your lashes, eyebrows creasing in distaste.

Jungkook thinks you look pretty in that moment, even if you are pulling a face at him. The two of you sat at a bench in the park, your head haloed by the setting sun, last of the days warmth kissing both your skin in a gentle goodbye before the moon watches over the two of you.

Littles galaxies reflected in both your eyes, where Jungkook thinks each star in his represents one thing he loves about you; hidden behind the moonlight because he doubt yours represent the same.

“Yes” he nods, hair flopping a little over his forehead, and you push the stray strands out of his eyes. Fingers delicate as they brush over his skin, always so gentle with him that his heart flutters like the delicate wings of a butterfly.

“Kook, I love you— you know I do” and he nods, lips quirking up a little, “But working out just, isn’t for me” you conclude, tone firm and his shoulders deflate. Because he knows it’ll take more than glossy puppy eyes and a pout for you to give in.

“First off, I love you too—“

“Thank you” you nod. But Jungkook doesn’t think you understand the weight behind those words.

“And look, how do you know it’s not for you, if you’ve never tried?”

“You put me off” and Jungkook would have thought you were joking if you didn’t have that deadpan look on your face. One he was all too familiar with.

“Huh” he gawks, “How?”

“You always complain about sore muscles, and the thought of being sweaty grosses me out” your head tips forward dramatically, cushioned by your arms from the table.

“It’s a good ache” he watches you turn your head, lips moulded into an unconvinced pout as you stare up at him through your lashes.

“There is no such thing as a good ache, Jungkook”

“Is too”

“When?” you flail, unbothered as Jungkook’s hands wrap around your wrists.

“Sex ache”

You pause, “Excuse me?”

“You know?” he cocks his head to the side.

“No” you shake your head in utter disbelief.

Jungkook’s mouth falls open, “You’re a little pillow princess aren’t you, I bet you don’t do any of the work”

“Do too, besides—“ you swallow, “It’s none of your business” you pull your hands free of his grasp.

“Come on, I feel like we’re at a point in this relationship we can share these things” his cheek rests atop of your head, each syllable pulled out into a whine.

“I don’t wanna hear about your sex life, Jungkook” you huff.

You watch him sit up ramrod straight, brain whirring behind his eyes. You think that if he thought any harder you’d be able to hear the echo of his voice.

“Actually, I don’t really wanna hear about yours either” his nose scrunches up, melting your resolve.

A secret charm of his that he didn’t know he had; and you’d never tell him either, no way in hell would you let him weaponize your weakness against you when your heart could barely stand being sat so close to him.

“Best friends don’t always share everything” you quip, only it leaves a tangy taste on your tongue.

“I suppose” Jungkook nods, evidently less enthusiasm radiating off him.

Best friends. It always wet your mood. Like sour candy that’s too sour, or a cute dog that’s breath smells like a rotting carcass.

But that’s what you were, introductions to new classmates or new lovers; it was always best friends. Two simple words that felt like utter shit to say, tumbling past your lips like vomit and then you had to rawdog the aftertaste because you don’t have any toothpaste or mints nearby.

Never anything less, even though there was definitely a lot more going on between the two of you. (Not that either of you had any idea about that.)

It’s a wonder as to how neither of you had grasped the fact that every previous relationship the two of you had, had ended because of the other. Nothing ever seeming to fit in place, the click never being there when it came to someone else.

Communication is key in upholding a relationship of any kind, issues easily resolved with hours of conversation turned mutual understanding, and progression made with a mix of both actions and words. As two people whose love languages were physical touch, the former is just as important as the latter.

One of the only reasons your friendship has lasted this long, is that you both value each other enough to communicate when necessary.

Apart from when you could probably really use it, unidentifiable emotions weaving into your hearts, mixed with a dose of denial can really set you back when you’re near infatuated with your closest friend.

It’s not that either of you had never considered a relationship with one another, others outside your little bubble had brought it up enough times that the meager possibility of it actually happening had been cemented into your thick skulls.

Something nice tickling both your brains at the fact so many people thought you were together together; like, in love together.

Long gone were the days where you’d blurt out your denial to dating accusations with rose dusted cheeks, simply believing the world had a thing against opposite sex friendships. Now, the two of you just laughed off whoever liked to comment on how good you looked as a couple. (Which had brought more than a few of Jungkook’s relationships to turmoil)

It’s just that neither of you believed the other wanted anything more than friendship. A rookie mistake on both your parts, especially when you’d both establish that every and all emotions were to be discussed with one another, no matter what you felt.

“One time” you break the silence, any way to ease the growing tension between the two of you “I’ll work out with you one time. And never again”

You watch the smile as it pulls at the corner of his lips, the prettiest smile, your favorite smile, enough of a reward for whatever pain you’re about to put yourself through. Because as long as Jungkook was happy, then you’d crawl to the ends of the earth if it meant you got to see this smile one more time.

“I love you” he bends down, sloppy kiss pressed to your cheek and you can’t help your own smile, heated cheeks covered as you swat him away from your face. Wiping his saliva from your skin with the back of your hand.

“Whatever” you tut, though Jungkook sees through your faux annoyance.

“We can use my at-home gym as well, so we won’t even be in public”

“Wonderful. Let’s go back now, I’m gonna freeze my tits off if we stay any later”

You don’t catch Jungkook’s gaze flickering down to your chest, lingering a little longer than proper before he’s slinging his zip-up hoodie around your shoulders. Eyes flickering down to his hands briefly before he’s knocking shoulders with you.

“Chivalry isn’t dead” you utter, falling into Jungkook’s side when his arm falls over your shoulder.

✯ ✯ ✯

Jeon Jungkook was sex on legs when he worked out.

You were no stranger to him training, countless vacations together, where the morning was spent with him doing press-up on the balcony or the occasional few times he’d bench-press you for a laugh.

You’d never found it funny though, pussy throbbing between your thighs as he’d grab onto you, arms flexing deliciously. And he never seemed to question why you’d lock yourself up in your room after, purely a coincidence that you’d disappear for an hour after his little stunt.

You were no stranger to a half naked Jungkook either.

Nor were you a juvenile teenager whose panties got in a twist when she saw a toned stomach.

However, this wasn’t just any toned stomach.

Jeon Jungkook was built like Adonis. Carved where every crevice had meaning and every flaw only enhanced his beauty. And it’s hard to think the bushy haired, acne prone teen boy you’d first befriended had turned into this.

If puberty had benefited anyone, it was Jungkook.

“We’ll do something easy today, okay?” he claps and you nod, watching as he saunters over to a basket.

“Pink or blue” he holds up two yoga mats.

“I didn’t think you were into rhinestones” you snort, sun catching on the bedazzled rim of the pink mat— streaks of pink painting the wall.

Jungkook drops said mat, chucking you the blue one before he’s dropping to his knees on the floor.

“It’s one of my exes” he tells you, motioning for you to sit.

If people were flowers, then this is the moment you would have wilted. Deflating in on yourself; it’s not that you were jealous per-say. It’s not like him and his ex were dating at all but still. The very mention of her was enough for you to roll your eyes.

“And you didn’t throw it out?” the words hurdle out your mouth before you can even think about what you’re saying.

“No?” his eyes meet your own, “I’m not throwing away good gym equipment”

You sigh, somehow expecting no less from him. Jungkook was a man of many skills, and he’d hounded you to try hobby after hobby with him— but nothing got him going like a good work out. If all other passion in life disappeared then he would still have working out as his escape.

You sigh, “I have somewhere to be later, so let’s hurry this up” a little white lie, but that never hurt anyone.

“You’re not going on another one of those shitty blind dates, are you?” he groans and you whine.

“I told you, I’m never going on any of those ever again”

“You better not” he unrolls his mat, and you follow.

“Or what?” you turn your nose up at him and Jungkook’s foot collides with your thigh.

“On your back, you brat.”

✯ ✯ ✯

“How much more” you flop against the mat, eyes closing.

“That was only the warm up” Jungkook hums, pushing himself up off the floor.

You hear him walk to the other side of the room, cupboard door creaking open as he rummages around for something.

You peek up at him through your lashes when he throws a towel over your back.

“Roll that up” he motions towards it, coming to sit beside you, “And up onto your back again”

Your eyes widen by a fraction when he gently takes the towel out of your hands, pushing your knees apart before he’s closing them; towel stuffed between your thighs.

Your gaze travels down the length of your body, thighs twitching as Jungkook’s fingers wrap around your ankles.

“All you have to do is raise your legs like this okay?” and he demonstrates, making sure to keep your legs straight as he lifts them to a ninety degree angle from your torso. “Leg raises should be easy, even for you” he hums.

“What’s that supposed to mean” you snap, ready to push yourself up, except Jungkook’s hands press down over your chest.

“Hey! No complaining”

You swallow thickly, aware of Jungkook’s eyes on you as you raise your legs on your own this time.

“Pretty good, remember to tense your core when you do it, okay?”

You nod, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you do as you’re told.

Your eyes squeeze shut, body hyper aware of each small movement the towel has right over your clit. Pussy throbbing inside your panties and you worry your slick had started to soak through your shorts.

Jungkook doesn’t seem to take notice of your growing predicament, hands hovering over your calf to make sure you’re raising your legs all the way. Though that’s the least of your worries as you feel each new wave of unadulterated pleasure pulse through your core.

“Not so bad huh?” he grins.

It’s a strange sensation, pure arousal ebbing up your body, every brush of your panties over your clit, weight of the towel over your slit slowly bringing you to the precipice of an orgasm.

“I don’t think—“ you start, cutting yourself off with an arm covering your face at a particularly intense wave of arousal. Your stomach tightening at the feeling.

“Just a few more, you’re doing great”

“Kook, I really don’t think—“ your hand clamps over your mouth as Jungkook’s fingers take hold of your legs, helping you raise them; and that’s all it takes to tip you over the edge. And you can’t help the surprised moan that drips off your lips.

Your knees bend, nudging against your tits as your hand falls over your sodden pussy, dull wave of your orgasm throbbing throughout your body.

Jungkook looks down at you, eyes wide as you simply lay there with your hands between your legs.

“Did you just piss yourself?” he asks, mouth falling open in awe.

“What the fuck?” you cry, “I just came you idiot”

Jungkook’s cheeks flush red, “Oh” he nods, “Oh. You had a— holy shit”

“Don’t look at me like that” your eyes glaze over with tears, heat prickling up your body in embarrassment, “I didn’t mean to, it just happened”

Your feet fall to the floor, towel falling from between your thighs as you let out a stuttered breath, body still buzzing with the after affects or your surprise orgasm.

“Jungkook?” you peek up at him through hooded eyes, heart pattering so hard in your chest you could feel it in your throat.

Jungkook’s eyes meet your own, “That was so fucking hot” he groans, “Looked so pretty”

You watch as his hand rubs over his shorts, his own arousal hard to hide as his head tips back in a way that extenuates his neck.

“Huh?” your eyes widen, willing yourself to not look at what his hands were doing.

“Should have known something like this would have turned you on”

“I wasn’t even turned on” you exasperate, “I clenched my core like you said and it just happened”

“Mhmm” and you can tell he’s unconvinced.

“Stop rubbing your dick, you horny piece of shit” you clamp a hand over your eyes, thighs clenching when he lets out a deep groan.

“Can’t help it” he lets out a sigh, “I’ve been dreaming of what you’d look like when you came, shame it wasn’t on my cock”

Your hand falls from your eyes, “Dreaming?”

“God, haven’t I made it obvious?” he asks, his own hands falling to his sides, though now you have a full view of his straining erection.

“Made what obvious?” you whisper.

“That I like you” he asks and you gawk at him.

“You, like me? I’ve been trying to hint that I like you” you point at him, mouth falling open in disbelief.

“Huh?” it’s Jungkook’s turn for furrowed brows, “I swear you didn’t like me”

“I could have sworn you didn’t like me”

Jungkook snorts, “When did I ever say that?”

“You’re unbelievable”

“Me? What about you?”

Your body lays flaccid, muscles loose; heart hammering in your ears as Jungkook leans back on his hands.

“How long?” you ask, not daring to look up at him.

“High school”

You push a palm into the socket of your eye, low groan rumbling up your throat, “I’ve liked you since, I don’t know, probably high school as well”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, voice soft and you can feel yourself tearing up— so many emotions plaguing your mind at once you don’t know how to feel.

Jungkook scoots closer to you, “I could say the same thing about you” you huff.

“Why’re you crying” he frowns, thumb gentle as it brushes against your damp cheek.

“We wasted so many years. I seriously thought— you’ve had so many girlfriends”

“Because I thought you didn’t feel the same, I guess I thought my feelings would go away if I gave my heart to someone else. And then you started dating around too and I really thought I’d never have a chance”

“Me too” you sigh, nose scrunching up in distaste for all your failed relationships.

“Guess it didn’t work out for either of us huh?” he hums and you nod.

“I think we’re both stupid” you murmur.

And Jungkook nods, “I agree”

“What do we do now?” you push yourself up onto your elbows, frown on your face.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook’s head hovers over your own, the sun meeting the moon at the same point in the sky— your eclipse. The rest of your world suddenly shrouded in darkness, all you can see, think, smell, everything just Jungkook.

You nod, eyes flitting across his face as his arms cage your head. You can see his biceps flexing in your peripherals, thick muscle straining under the weight of his torso.

Jungkook’s lips hover over your own, a breaths width away from touching. You tilt your head up, pillowy lips cushioning your own and that’s when everything falls into place.

There’s nothing desperate about the kiss, ever so gentle and slow, the two of you aware that lost time can be made up in the future as you simply bask in this moment; your worlds aligning, tilting on the same axis, everything just perfect and right, and your hearts beating in sync, and breathing stuttered as you both pull away with hesitance.

Your hands cup Jungkook’s cheeks, eyes searching his own for anything, just something to tell you this wasn’t all a dream— that he really did like you back.

“You’re so pretty, you know?” he whispers, his lips pressing a featherlight kiss to the corner of your lips.

“No” you smile, giggle bubbling up your throat and Jungkook can’t help but grin down at you.

“I’ll tell you every day, all the time. You’ll get sick of me”

“I could never get sick of you, Jungkook” you push yourself up onto your elbows, noses bumping.

He tilts his head, kiss firm, and you moan as his tongue licks at the seam of your lips, a silent plea for access.

You oblige, arms slung over his shoulders as you bring his body closer to your own, heat radiating off the two of you in thick waves.

“You taste so good” he groans, hands wandering down your body, teasing as they pull up the hem of your hoodie, “Want this off”

Your fingers tug at the offending material, dragging it up your body, “Hang on” you pull away from the kiss, and Jungkook feels his cock twitch at the sight of you. Red swollen lips, a sheen of his saliva coating them.

You pull your hoodie over your head, throwing it somewhere, a problem for later. Thighs clenching as Jungkook stares down at you— eyes wandering.

“And this” his fingers skim over the edge of your sports bra, dancing over your skin, mapping you out of every little spot he wants to kiss.

You hesitate.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable” Jungkook’s smile is gentle, retracting his hands and you want to whine at the loss of contact.

“I want to” you tell him, hoping the shake in your voice didn’t sound too unconvincing. The incessant throbbing between your legs wouldn’t go away unless Jungkook helped you out and your patience was slowly wearing thin.

“But?” he urges.

“I’m nervous” you admit and he smiles; reassuring.

“How can I help?”

You squirm under his gaze, fizzling embarrassment painting your cheeks red, “Can we both—“ you cut yourself off with a whine.

“Come on, gotta use your words, my love”

“Can we both get naked” you splutter, “At the same time?”

Jungkook’s head falls back, fully belly laugh wracking through his body, “Of course”

You tug your shorts off, Jungkook following you; a pile of both your clothes laying forgotten by your head. You’re too distracted tugging your sports bra off to see Jungkook’s length slap against his stomach. Tip of his cock an angry red, his fingers barely touching his shaft as he closes them around the length.

“Oh” he croons, “How pretty. Can I touch you?”

You nod, falling onto your back.

Jungkook’s careful as he touches you, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples, testing the waters as he tugs at them, eliciting a breathy moan from you.

“Feels good?” his voice low, and you nod; hips involuntarily bucking upwards when you finally cast a glance at his length. Eyes widening a little in awe.

His fingers dig into your flesh, and he bends down, lips closing around one of your nipples. Your back arches, mouth falling open in a silent moan as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin; tugging in a way that sends warm pleasure straight to your core.

He kisses over your chest, lips worshipping your skin, fingers skimming over the underside of your boob.

Each gentle press of his lips are searing as he works down your body. And your breath hitches as his hovers over your pussy, folds glistening with your arousal.

“Oh baby” he groans, and your thighs twitch as his warm breath fans over your core.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, impatient as they tug him closer to where you need him; an embarrassed whine falling past your lips when he kisses over you clit, once, then twice.

“Jungkook” you squeak, legs tensing when he finally wraps his lips around it, tongue flicking at your clit meanly.

He simply hums, vibrations sending a new wave of pleasure straight through your body, another gush of wetness dribbling from your hole. Jungkook wastes no time, fingers scooping up your leaking arousal before he’s pushing them into you.

“Oh” your chest stutters a breath as he pulls his fingers out of you, tongue licking a broad stripe over your cunt before his thumb brushes over your clit.

“You like that?” he asks, though the question was rhetorical as he repeats the motion. Tongue teasing over your hole before he’s lapping up your slick; sucking at your folds, squelching lewd accompanied by each hearty moan.

Your thighs start to shake, clamping around Jungkook’s head though that barely deters him, as he pushes your legs open by your knees.

“Stop. Kook— please” you whimper, “wanna cum around your cock”

That catches his attention, and with one final kiss to your clit he’s pushing himself onto his elbows.

Jungkook looks like the epitome of sin, slick stained chin and swollen red lips, unashamed as he licks your arousal off his face, humming in satisfaction as your chest stutters out a breath.

“Lemme get a condom” he murmurs, lips pressing another kiss over your knee before he’s pushing himself to stand. Your eyes follow his body, heavy cock bobbing against his stomach with every step he takes.

“Hopefully they’re not expired” he calls from the other room, and you giggle at that, “We’re good” he flashes you a grin as he drops back between your legs; foil wrapper held between two fingers.

You watch his fingers run down his length, thumb brushing over his slit and you feel slick dribble out of your hole as a bead of pre-cum coats the head of his cock shiny.

“Please” your head tips back, hands impatient as they tug at your nipples; Jungkook completely entranced by the sight. “Hurry, hurry” you nudge his thigh with your foot, and albeit reluctant, he tears his eyes away from your tits.

He rips the condom open with his teeth, a cheesy attempt at seducing you, and you weren’t about to tell him all he had to do was breathe and you panties would dampen.

He rolls the rubber down his length, fingers wrapping around his cock as he tugs a few times. You choose that moment to flip yourself over, hips raised as your chest lays flat against the floor and Jungkook moans.

“My pretty baby” he croons, hands roaming your ass before he’s pulling your cheeks apart; eyes fixed on your clenching cunt. Ever so enticing, silently begging to be filled and fucked until you can’t think or walk; a perfect excuse for Jungkook to pamper you a little.

You wiggle your hips, giggle muffled in the crook of your elbow has he parts your lips with his thumb, gently dipping into you hole before he’s pulling out.

“Please, Jungkook”

And that’s all it takes for him to line the head of his cock up with you entrance, tip nudging against your clit before he’s pushing into you; every inch stretching you apart deliciously.

“So good” you sigh, walls clenching around him and Jungkook can’t help the stutter of his hips, punching the air out of your lungs at the sudden intrusion.

“Sorry—“ his fingers dig into your hips, “Just feels so good, sucking me in”

You rock back onto his cock, breathy moan tumbling past your lips as your ass meets his pelvis; cock fully tucked into your pussy.

“Give me a moment” you shudder, body thrumming in anticipation.

Jungkook hums, hands wandering your body, fingers dancing over your skin. A surprised moan echoes throughout the room as his hands grab both your tits, squeezing them, fingers rubbing over both your nipples sending hot pleasure straight to your cunt.

He can feel you rhythmically clenching around him, walls sucking him in as you rock forward an inch before you’re sinking back down on his length.

“Okay” you nod, fingers holding onto the edge of the yoga mat.

“You sure?” he asks, pulling out to the tip, hips slow as he plunges back into you.

“Mhmm”

You feel Jungkook’s fingers dig into the meat of your hips, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

You can’t help each near pornographic moan that’s pushed out of you with each harsh slap of Jungkook’s hips meeting your ass, skin smacking wet as your slick coats your thighs.

“So good for me” his head tips back, arms hooking around your bent elbows.

You let out a squeak as he sits you up, and your walls constrict around his length as he pushes deeper inside of you, gush of wetness clinging to his thighs.

“So good” your head tips back onto his shoulder, knees helping you bounce up his length.

Your back arches when the head of cock hits your g-spot, ring of creamy slick gathering at the base of his cock each time you pull up to the tip.

“Look at that” Jungkook murmurs into your ear, one hand tangling into your hair as the other settles over your throat.

He tugs your head up, and you catch your reflection in the full length mirror; insides of your thighs coated in a sheen of your slick, Jungkook’s hips thrusting his cock up into you, both your bodies glistening with sweat.

The red hue of your cheeks flushes down your neck and chest, shade darkening with each wet squelch of your cunt as Jungkook helps you bounce in his lap.

He watches your tits bounce, both his hands wandering to grab them, pulling your back closer to chest as he pounds into you.

“I’m gonna cum” you hiccup, hands scrambling to hold onto his bicep as your other hand travels down your body, fingers gathering up your slick before you’re circling your clit.

You thighs start to shake, crescent moons indented into your skin as Jungkook’s grip on your chest tightens, your walls throbbing around his cock, drawing him closer to his orgasm.

“Yeah?” his hips stutter, “Come for me then, pretty. Let’s come together”

You moan, fingers unrelenting as you thrum at your clit in tight circles. Your orgasm wracks throughout your entire body when it hits, stomach tensing as your cum coats Jungkook cock, which twitches as he thrusts up into you.

He holds you down on his length, deep groan rumbling through his chest as he shoots his seed into the condom, your walls continuing to milk him of everything he’s got.

“Good girl” he soothes, hands falling to your hips as you fall forwards, cheek pressed against the mat as Jungkook pulls out, thrusting back into you gently.

“Thank you” you whimper, thighs tensing as he pulls himself out of your sodden pussy, folds glistening creamy white.

✯ ✯ ✯

Everything feels right. The two of you tucked into Jungkook’s bed after a shower, both your hands roaming one another’s bodies.

You’d clung to Jungkook’s back as he’d cooked you both dinner, work-out long forgotten as you’d both worked up an appetite. Muscles too sore, too achey, to even think of carrying on anything that isn’t wrapping up warm in each others’ arms.

It’s strange how so much, but nothing had changed. You still danced around each other with practiced ease, hands still feathery light, skimming over hips and backs, where legs are tangled under blankets, cold feet on warm skin.

There was something mellow in the air, a film of freedom, hearts on your sleeves for one another to see, where kisses felt softer, deeper in promise and love.

All the ‘I love yous’ holding the right weight, both understanding that the love you feel is the right kind of love.

He’d thought about it a lot, from the day you’d both confessed; messy, but a confession nonetheless. (And he had made sure to ask you to be his girlfriend in a more romantic setting than his spare room turned gym). That maybe the time growing up as just friends wasn’t wasted.

Failed relationships and sticky breakups simply teaching the two of you the right way to love.

Learning the give and take of relationships, what it truly meant to be in love with another person. Where you want nothing more than their happiness, a pure sort of adoration that consumes your entire being until they’re always on your mind. Small, seemingly insignificant parts of life reminding you of them. Trinkets in corner shops or the changes in season, certain smells, textures of clothing.

Learning about what you want for yourselves and how to take care of one another.

So he doesn’t regret all those years spent as just friends. Because maybe the two of you were too young, too eager, too scared about something as precious as true love. Growing up together, as just friends, might have brought the two of you closer than rushed first loves and petty arguments that you’d look back on and regret.

Red string. Stars. Fate. Destiny. Any of it. Jungkook doesn’t know what brought the two of you together, two souls intertwined until you both part ways when your lights flicker out. Though he thinks you’d reignite them wherever the two of you end up later on, new lives, new worlds. New everything, where he gets to learn about you all over again, explore your being, as you explore his, and you’re moulding into one another once more.

He wonders how long you’ve both been laying there, lips pulled up into lazy smiles, kiss swollen; little galaxies reflected in both your eyes.

Where every glistening star is a reason as to why you love each other. Your galaxies shining with a million different reasons, moonlight no longer veiling what lay beneath.

Because Jungkook thinks, if people were made of stardust before they were born. There’s no doubt in his mind, the two of you were made from the same star.

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Naughty Boy | Jungkook smut

Commission request: Reader is older step sister that knows he has a crush on her/yandere tendencies & she teases him until one day he gives in. 

Warnings: Voyeur Jk, Yandere Jk, Halloween bunny dress up, panty sniffing, masturbation, Mommy kink (Lots and lots of mommy kink), Slight dub-con (He cums inside her when she tells him not to), needy kookie, begging, Jungkook invades readers privacy multiple times, step-bro Kookie, reader is mean to jk, use of the word freak to describe his kinks (But in a positive way, they both love it) cream pie, cum play, naughty Jungkook and basically this is all just filthy smut ngl.

Word count: 5k+

AN: Thank you so much to the wonderful patient person who commissioned this from me it means so much to me that you were able to hang tight and deal with my busy schedule and I really hope its good enough for you

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To him, your face was the definition of perfect. The way you moaned out underneath him as he fucks you into the bed. Another nameless face you brought home for the night to fill your needs in ways he only wishes he could. He didn’t always feel this strongly about you, he always found you attractive but now he finds you irresistible. Never in a million years did he think his small crush would ever go this far, but the more you teased and taunted him the more he became weak to the words. The last thing he ever thought he’d be doing was sitting outside your bedroom door, pushing it open leaving the smallest gap so he could peer in and watch how your tits bounce, your mouth gaped and your eyes rolled as he touched himself to the image of you getting fucked.

He holds contempt for his Mom marrying your Dad, damning you to serve as only his sister and nothing else. It makes him feel guilty when he sneaks into your room at night stealing your freshly worn panties from that day just so he could sniff them and wrap them around his cock in a moment of desperation. He blames them entirely for the irrational obsession that he knows he has developed for you.

For the past three weeks he hasn’t been able to get you out of his mind, ever since the Halloween party you threw when your parents went away for the weekend. All he wanted was to borrow your hair dryer, he hadn’t managed to get his own since he’d decided to grow his hair out so he would always just walk in and borrow yours but this time he was faced with more than your annoyed glare as he asked you if he could use it. This time he was greeted by your body adorned in a skimpy little playboy bunny outfit. Cute ears attached to a headband pointing upwards, tight black and pink corset pushing your tits so they spilled and jiggled whenever you moved paired with matching pants that were basically just underwear. Those things didn’t take his eye as much as the stockings that were covering your legs, thigh high pink and black sock that made your legs look absolutely humpable, and my god was that all he was thinking about in that second. Taking his pants down, pushing his cock against the material and humping up against your leg as you watched him. He wanted to bow down and kiss your feet, worship you fuck you. 

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girl, im sorry, but are you taking any request? 🤌🏻

because i need something like “she fell first, but he fell harder” and it went to obsession and jealousy and all. some people might see it as “toxic” but it just “love” you know what i mean… damn

I’m not taking requests but luckily I was bored. It might be a little unsatisfactory just cause I did it quick but 🫶

read: little witch, which kinda has the same idea but is a request I got a while ago

warnings: none. idk soft yandere if you squint 1.5k words.

It started with a few glances here and there. You didn’t see him often but when you did it was very hard to ignore his looks. The only times you got to see him were in passing in the lobby of your apartment building or on campus. The only reason you knew he attended the same university as you is because of the letterman jacket he occasionally wore. You knew absolutely nothing about him but for some reason you found him so attractive. On the occasion that you both would be riding the same elevator you found yourself fixing your hair or checking your makeup through the reflection of the metal walls. Obviously he never noticed and you’re still debating if you preferred it that way.

“Did you see your little crush today?” Jimin asked with a teasing smirk one day as he joined you at your place. You were in the elevator going up to your floor and he just had to bring it up. You glared at him, ready to chew him out when the elevator dinged, doors opening and lo and behold. Right there in front of you stood there man himself, his eyes glancing between you and Jimin before coming in.

“So tonight, are you crashing at my place or am I bringing you back?” Jimin asked suddenly, trying to fill the awkward silence that appeared when the guy covered in ink did. You shrugged, “I don’t know.”

Jimin met the eyes of the man, the same letterman jacket you’ve seen before, “Are you a student at ___ too?”

The guy looked back to you as you shied away behind Jimin, “I am, do you go there too?”

Jimin shook his head pushing you forward, “I don’t but Y/n does.” Sneaky Jimin, forcing you to come forward and telling him your name in the process. After having a small hallway crush on this guy for months, Jimin would be the reason you finally talked. The guy looked down at you, “You do? I’m Jungkook.”

You just nodded, looking back down to your phone as a distraction. Listen, it’s not that you didn’t have experience with men but this was just a little too unexpected for you so obviously you felt slightly uncomfortable. You had a tendency to grow shy around someone you liked and though you could usually adjust quickly, this sudden conversation threw you a curveball. Jungkook smiled, “Maybe we’ll see each other around then. What floor do you live on?”

“Thirt—“ Ding. The doors to the elevator once again opened and even Jimin cursed in his head for interrupting. You pointed to the floor number, “This one.”

Jungkook just nodded, watching the blush in your cheeks before you left, eyes on you the entire way waiting to see if you’d turn back to him but you didn’t. He’s seen you in passing before but never spoke to you. He always assumed you might be a teensy but interested in him and he waited to see if you’d ever talk to him yourself but it never happened. It was cute how shy you seemed to get and he never really noticed it before. Now he wonders if that man was someone you were seeing from the way you hid behind him and it had him thinking.

By the next day Jungkook timed things right. He woke up earlier than usual, wasting away his time in the lobby of his apartment building acting like he was busy looking through his mail. It took him twenty minutes of waiting and looking at the elevator to see when you would finally come down.

He was just curious, that's all. You were cute and he’s thought it before but never thought deep on it. He just wants to know if you’ll talk to him or shy away again, or even go with that guy from yesterday.

Y/n, that was your name and you lived on the thirteenth floor. He repeated it a few times in his head last night just out of curiosity—that’s all.

When you did come down you looked a little surprised to see him there by the mail lockers. You turned away almost immediately, a little embarrassed from yesterday in the elevator even though you knew there was no reason to. Jungkook ended up trailing after you to the bus stop, focused on the way you walked or the way you dressed today. Were you always so cute?

It made him giddy almost at the thought that you possibly found him interesting enough to get shy around him and he wonders how long you’ve thought that. On the bus he took the seat right next to yours with a cheesy smile, “Mind if I sit? I didn’t know we rode the same bus.”

You didn’t, actually. He usually drove to campus but for some reason today he was very curious to see how you got to your lectures so he pulled out his old bus pass and hopped on. You looked up at him, eyes widened exposing the depth of them to him and his heart panther. God, you were so pretty. How didn’t he try this sooner? “I didn’t know either,” wow, even your voice was smooth and even, maybe even his new favorite sound.

By the time you were dropped off on campus with another handful of students, Jungkook decided he was going to ask you out for coffee. He wanted to reach out and touch your arm to get your attention but he withheld, choosing instead to just ask, “So, would you like to get coffee some time?”

You nearly short circuited and he can see the disbelief on your pretty little face that has him smiling from ear to ear. You blinked the confusion away, “S-Sure, when?”

“Y/n!” A deep voice yelled, stopping Jungkook from asking for your number as he turned slightly annoyed because it was very obvious he was talking to you when the guy interrupted. “Why didn’t you come over last night?

Oh god, Jungkook couldn’t help the roll of his eyes, is this one your boyfriend or how many guys does he have to worry about? Jungkook hurried to get your attention on him, “What’s your number?”

You looked back to him with your lips slightly parted, “Oh, uh…” the guy was next to you now looking between you and Jungkook as he held his phone out for you. Taehyung rested an arm on your shoulder making Jungkook glare at where you touched. You took his phone typing in your number, “Alright, just uh, just let me know when.”

“I will,” Jungkook said looking at Taehyung one last time before turning and leaving to where his first lecture would be held.

It took two days to meet up for coffee. Jungkook picked the farthest table from the others, choosing instead to sit in the chair directly next to yours instead of across from you. His shoulder would brush against yours and when you looked at the single menu together, his fingers would touch yours. He was close, very close because he wanted to feel you, know things about you nobody else was, even kiss you.

Was he moving too fast? He only just found out your name and you seemed to get shy around him so there’s clearly a reason for it. You must’ve liked him, right? Well he likes you too, a lot suddenly but it’s okay. It just took him noticing you to be in love. Woah, too soon Jungkook… too soon.

Your phone went off on the table in the middle of a conversation you were having and you looked down at it. He looked down, a man’s name displayed on the screen and before he could even think about what he was doing, his hand went over it. You looked up at him with a cute furrow in your brows, eyes meeting his dark gaze.

“Pay attention to me, okay? I want you to look at me right now,” Jungkook said in a soft but firm voice before smiling, “I’ll get jealous if you ignore me.”

“I wasn’t going to ignore you,” you said with a blush to your cheeks, “Just a little nervous around you, that’s all.”

“Well don’t be, I really like you,” Jungkook said, making sure to flip your phone so the screen was down before placing his hand over yours, “And I’m sorry I didn’t notice earlier that you felt the same.”

“But it’s okay, we can be together now, right?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “I—but we don’t really know each other yet.”

He couldn’t help but giggle, “That’s okay, silly. What do you think today is for? Then tomorrow we can have a nice dinner at my place or yours. Maybe the day after that we can go on a walk or… I don’t know, whatever you want to do.”

You smiled warily but were still happy. You never expected the handsome stranger to be so… pushy? Not in a bad way—you think—but he apparently likes to rush into things. It’s like now he was a lovesick puppy when before he barely noticed you.

Was all it took is seeing you with another man?

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THE HATING GAME - JJK

working together with your biggest competition was not something you saw yourself doing often. but fucking him one late night at office? never in a million years.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — angst, smut

word count — 7.2k

warnings/tags — lawyer!jk x lawyer!reader, enemies2lovers, dom!jk, sub!reader, swearing, provocation, insults, petty arguing, vague mentions of murder/strangulation, jealousy, teasing, lying, denial, tension x100, improvisation, touching, so much sarcasm, explicit smut, light bondage, grinding, neck kisses, nipple play, tit slapping, begging, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m and f receiving), cunnilingus, choking, spitting, pussy slapping, tongue fucking, dick slapping (face), edging, crying, slapping (like once), spanking, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), light pain kink, finger sucking, angry fucking, creampie, making out, cum eating, post-nut clarity, both very lost and confused by the end.

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a/n: hello and welcome to jahanara feeding into her office romance fantasies pt98583616 😭 please enjoy this very long and drawn out piece (similar to illicit desire) but more detailed, more descriptive and can be read as a stand-alone.

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btw this fic has nothing to do with the book/movie called ‘the hating game’ the name just fit this ok 🙄

“We need to talk,” Jungkook’s voice causes your chest to falter as he enters his office, waiting for you to enter before shutting the door behind you and making home on the seat behind his desk.

“We can’t do this case.”

If you could burst out laughing right now, you would, but this was a professional work environment, “You invite me into your office, distracting me from my own work, just to tell me something I already know?” You make yourself comfortable in the seat opposite his, paying him a fake smile, “I don’t know why you’re panicking, we can easily get out of this. We can just say we have too much on our plate to take on a new case. There, done,” you shrug, leaning back in the seat without a care in the world.

Mr Jeon, your boss, thought it’d be a good idea to pair you up with Jungkook to work on a class case.

Why he’d even make that decision was beyond you. Neither of you got along well, trying too hard to one-up each other, spewing insults back and forth like there was no tomorrow. Failure to work well together in this case, you were both threatened with temporary suspension.

“Yeah, you’re forgetting one thing,” he says.

“What’s that?”

“My dad owns the fucking place.”

Yeah, your boss happened to be Jungkook’s dad, and honestly, it wasn’t such a bad thing. He was treated the same way as the other employees, sometimes a bit worse when it came to you.

You were his favourite employee, the absolute star of his team.

“He’s handed our current cases to another attorney so we can focus on this,” Jungkook groans, getting out of his seat to pace around your office as if he were going through a midlife crisis. He halts after a little dilly-dallying, “We should just take the suspension.”

"Pardon you, but I've got bills to pay, and I can't be having that suspension show up on my job record," you try to reason with him, but Jungkook didn't look very convinced. "Think about it this way…” you trail off, leaving your seat behind your desk to head over to him, standing confident in front of him, “When you're suspended, you're pretty much fired for an unfixed period.”

You were willing to work with Jungkook, just to get this whole thing out of the way, and there was only one way to get him on board.

Provoking him.

“I’m sure the Jeon Jungkook doesn’t wanna get suspended by his own daddy, right?” you taunt him, your voice getting quieter with each word.

Jungkook knew you were messing with him, and hated how you actually got under his skin, but with a defeated sigh, he agrees, “Fine, let’s win this case. How about we work on it over at your place? I’m sure you’ve got no plans for the weekend,” he scoffs, cocking a brow at your overly-confident form.

“I actually have a date this weekend,” you shrug, turning your back towards him ready to take your leave. “We can work on it later tonight, I’m leaving now.”

A date? There’s no way…

Jungkook is quick to rush to the door, blocking you from opening the door just as you reach out for the door knob. His arms were extended out to his sides, stopping you from leaving.

He needed to know who this guy was and why the hell he would go on a date with you of all people. “A date? Someone actually wants to sit and have dinner with you?” he questions, like it was the craziest thing he’d ever heard. “He’s gotta be deaf or blind.”

Now, with shit like this, you’d walk away, but Jungkook rendered you trapped in his office, “Listen you conceited asshole,” your index fingers goes to jab at his chest and you have to force yourself to ignore how built he was under his shirt, “I don’t like you. Never have, never will. We’re all a bit different outside of work but I’ve restricted you from seeing that side of me because you don’t deserve it.”

It was a simple and truthful explanation, you hated Jungkook beyond words, neither of you had a relationship outside of the firm. Your work persona would definitely not attract a guy with how much of a workaholic you were.

You needed this date, as a break from all the hardships these cases brought you.

Jungkook pondered your words carefully. Maybe he was a bit iffy about not having a relationship with you outside of work, he didn’t wanna be just a “work colleague” or that “annoying guy from work. He had way too much pride for that.

“Now if you could please stop hogging the door, that would be great. I don’t think I wanna spend another minute with you in your office.”

“Likewise, Y/N,” Jungkook sneers as he steps away from the door. It doesn't even register to either of you that this could be counted as an argument. How easily you both bumped heads with each other would have to come to a stop now that Mr Jeon was keeping a keen eye on you two.

As the day comes to night, you were still locked away in your office, reading away at your newly appointed case details and taking brief notes. The details were… gory to say the least, and exceptionally hard to read, but being a lawyer, you’d gotten used to it, having read the worst of the worst during your career. It was pretty much a skill to read such gruesome and ill details of murders, kidnappings and assaults with a straight face.

You were lucky not to be the only one reading up on gore so late at night, Jungkook waltzing through your office without knocking (as he always did) with a cup of coffee in his hand. He doesn’t say a word and instead sets the cup on your desk and takes a seat opposite you.

You thought you were seeing things.

Jeon Jungkook buying you coffee? That’s a first.

You don’t say anything, reaching out for the cup and bringing it close to your lips, about to take a sip, but you stop.

“You didn’t poison it, did you?”

As the man was getting comfortable in his seat, he deadpans, “Seriously? What am I, five?”

“Mmm, you act like it,” you mumble, shrugging your shoulders and taking a sip of the coffee anyway.

Thankfully, you were still up and alive.

“Have you had a look at the case yet? It’s a lot of information,” Jungkook says absentmindedly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he propped his feet up onto your desk; a move you’d witnessed on so many occasions, you’d gotten too tired to reprimand him for it.

You set the cup down and speculate over the mess of paper on your desk with a sigh, “Yeah.. I think it might be the hardest we’ve gotten yet.”

You pull out a photo of the crime scene from under the file, sliding it towards him.

It was a very clear image of strangulation on the victim, faded blood and marks of red around the victim’s neck.

All caused by his own father.

“So what are we? Defence or Prosecution?” You’d usually decide this part on your own, but you wanted to hear his thoughts first and ensure he was on the same page as you.

“Easy,” his eyes dip down to your desk, analysing the photo, “We’re defence,” he decides with no hesitation, pulling on his tie to loosen it slightly around his collar.

“What? You wanna go Defence? Seriously?” You thought prosecuting would be the most obvious route to take seeing as the evidence pointed towards the father of the victim being the obvious murderer.

“I spoke with Jimin about it earlier and he also thinks Defence would be the easier route for us.”

“Oh, so it’s just Jimin’s word against mine now?” you arch a brow at him, tilting your head to the side, awaiting a bullshit answer from him.

From the tone of your voice, Jungkook knew you were slowly getting worked up, and quite frankly, there was too much at stake to be arguing when the case hadn’t even started yet. “You know what, we’ll be the Prosecution if it shuts you up.”

As long as you got what you wanted.

“So who’s taking you on a date this weekend?”

Jungkook’s sudden question surprised you. You couldn’t think of one valid reason as to why he cared.

“Um, you probably don’t know him, but his name is Jung Hoseok—”

“—I know him.”

Of course Jungkook knew him; the pair went to law school together but parted ways after Hoseok got a job as a district attorney in the states.

He only returned a couple years back after becoming a legal director at their opposing law firm.

You regretted giving away Hoseok’s name. Now that Jungkook, your absolute nemesis, knew your potential love interest, he was probably planning to absolutely shit talk you to stop you from finding love to feed his bitter self.

“I know Hoseok pretty well, actually. He’s not really fit to be a boss if I’m being honest,” Jungkook recalls, remembering many times back in law school when leadership roles in team activities were up for grabs and Hoseok would always steer clear of them. “Surprised he’s willing to date a bitch,” he snickers, waiting for you to cuss him out.

“Listen, you’re tired, I’m tired, I don’t wanna talk about who’s a bitch and who’s fit enough to be a boss… and it’s definitely not you.”

“Oh yeah? What does Jung Hoseok have that I don’t?”

“Compassion, respect, authority, control, not to mention, he’s quite the attractive man,” you shrug with a sly smile, continuing to boast about Hoseok and at the moment, Jungkook was regretting even asking in the first place.

He could be all that and more.

“But our relationship isn’t very deeply rooted. We’re not in love or anything, we’ve only been on one date so our relationship is at the minimum right now.”

Jungkook didn’t ask for a dramatic reading of your relationship, and he’d just about heard enough, “Yeah, whatever. Can you cook? You should cook for us this weekend. You know, get the brain juice flowing or whatever it’s called,” he stands up abruptly, stretching his arms above his head before heading over to your couch, slouching against the material as he looks over at you, awaiting an answer.

“Why would I cook for someone I hate?”

“You don’t hate me,” he throws back at you, a sly smirk adorning his features, “You pick fights with me and always get competitive, because when you overcome me, it makes you feel better about yourself.”

You bite down on your bottom lip, pondering his words a little.

Maybe he was right to an extent. Nothing felt better than being put against each other and reigning victorious. Everyone in the firm knew how competitive you both were and always steered clear of any kind of opportunity to compete with you.

You sigh and roll your eyes, “Hmm… Maybe I might just have a thing for you, who knows,” you respond casually, shrugging your shoulders just to mess with him a little. “But that’s what you want, right? Another girl to fawn over you?” you taunt him, keeping your eyes trained on him as you recall the number of women that had bombarded your office earlier today after you were counted ‘lucky’ for working with Jungkook, ‘the most attractive guy in the firm.’

Now that made him fix his posture, sitting up for what could only be the most predictable thing he’d ever heard, “Oh my god, I knew it,” he laughs, almost demeaningly, “Everyone and their mum has a thing for me, you’re no different,” he shook his head in disbelief, a large grin spread across his face. “So that’s why you always argue with me, huh? Just so you can talk to me? That’s cute, especially since it’s you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you question, slightly offended.

“Because it’s gonna be fun having the Y/N, my biggest competition, falling in love with me, Jeon Jungkook. Imagine all the headlines that would make.”

God, he’s so full of himself.

As much as you hated how egotistical he was, you wanted to continue your little play act, rising to your feet and walking over to Jungkook by the couch and once near enough, you grab the end of his tie, leaning down towards him and pulling him close to your face with a deceitful smile gracing your lips, “Oh Jeon… You’re so smart, I can’t believe you figured me out so quickly…” you whisper, voice as soft as ever and something Jungkook had never heard before.

He couldn’t deny, your hold on his tie was probably the most attractive thing he’d ever witnessed, but he would never flat-out admit it to you.

Jungkook lifts his hand to gently rest against your cheek, merely trying to see just how far you’d go to keep this act up, “Mhm, I bet you like where we are now, don’t you?” he teases, his voice dropping several octaves and matching the volume of what was once your voice, now barely there as your mind went blank and his eyes proceeded to dance between your lips and your eyes.

Your cheeks had heated up drastically under his touch and you weren’t expecting him to make a comeback like that, and you really weren’t prepared to take things any further, but your pride would take a major blow if you backed out now.

Besides, the setting was perfect for that kind of moment; a near empty building, alone in the office, lights dimmed down, both tired and stressed out..

Your lips were mere inches away from his own and you could’ve kissed him if you really wanted to, and maybe, maybe you did want to kiss him—

No, that was the tense air speaking.

Just improvise.

“Mhm, this is exactly what I wanted…” you whisper, giving his tie one last tug till your foreheads were touching, “But I’m sure your hand can make-do in better places, don’t you think?”

Jungkook’s brow twitches, and you almost miss it, but it was enough of a sign to let you know he wasn’t expecting you to keep up. It wasn’t a problem for him though, the man was just as stubborn and prideful as you were, there was absolutely no way in hell he was gonna back down.

Not until you do.

“And what about yours, Y/N?” he challenges, eyes briefly peering down at your hand still gripping on the end of his tie, “I bet you’re really skilled with your hands, aren’t you?”

The real fun begins when the hand that was once resting against your cheek, drops a little lower, making home over the dip of your neck and Jungkook could feel your skin burn under his palm.

Your heart was racing as you discreetly pondered what he meant by that and once you clocked on, your body had stiffened, but you needed to seem unfazed, “Of course I am, probably more skilled than you at this point,” you shrug, gesturing towards his hand near your neck.

If he had the balls, he’d touch you somewhere more scandalous.

“Oh, is that right? You wanna bring my hands further down then, Y/N?”

Jungkook was testing you and your patience. If he thought you were gonna pussy out, he was wrong.

Your left hand grabs onto his wrist, right hand landing flat against his chest as you pushed him back against the sofa, and without even thinking of your next move, you impulsively make home on Jungkook’s lap, straddling his thighs as you adjust yourself on top of him. He watched on, slightly shocked and a little amused at the lengths you were going through just to prove a point.

With your hand wrapped around his wrist, you drag his hand down your body, slowly reaching your chest and stopping, “How about this?” you whisper, your voice on the verge of the faltering.

“Could be better,” he shrugs nonchalantly, sitting up to pull his blazer off his body, leaving it elsewhere and going back to his previous position, “Try this…”

He begins to pull his tie off around his collar, leaving it beside him for later use and then reaching up to unbutton his white dress shirt until hints of skin peeked through, “It’ll be better if you touch me yourself, but I’m sure you already know that since you’re so ‘skilled,” he says, his hands resting over your hips.

How long was Jungkook gonna keep this up? You were running out of ideas and though this was all a game, you couldn't help but feel just the slightest bit turned on, but how couldn’t you? You were sitting on his lap, your near-skintight skirt rolling up your thighs and you were almost certain he could feel the slight throbbing between your legs.

With one hand placed on his shoulder, the other reaching down to slip your hand past his shirt, your palms making direct contact with his built chest, God, you’re all talk,” you roll your eyes, leaning in to whisper against his ear, “Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?”

Jungkook throws his head back, eliciting a low chuckle, eyes meeting yours again as his palms made home on your thighs, squeezing your flesh enough to warm himself up, “If we continue, this won't be a game anymore…” he trails off, trying his absolute hardest to ignore the growing pain of his hardening cock under his slacks, “I won't be able to stop,” he continues, knowing inside he wanted this too, but was more than willing to back off if you seriously didn’t wanna do this, “Is this what you want?”

Fuck, of course you wanted this. Your body needed an output, some kind of relief. Just this once, you were willing to set aside your differences for what, ten minutes of quick relief?

You adjust yourself on his lap, your lace-clad cunt snug above his growing erection and you could've sworn you almost moaned at the contact. "Can you feel that?” you whisper, referring to the throbbing between your legs. "Is that enough of an answer for you?"

"Jesus Y/N," Jungkook nearly groans at the closeness. If he continued this game, he would cross a line that would be hard to come back from, and he was willing and ready to deal with the consequences to come.

With one swift move, he rests his fingers under your chin, tilting your head to the side to make room for his lips to attach to your neck, gently sucking and biting along your untainted neck didn't whilst he kept you distracted by the new sudden feeling of his large hands rocking your hips back and forth over his erection.

You elicit a soft sigh, eyes coming to a gentle shut as you basked in the soft pleasure, your soaked-through panties bound to leave a mark of your mess on top of him.

Jungkook pulls away from your neck, leaning back to admire your state; your cheeks were flushed pink, hair a little messy and a sheer layer of sweat adorning your chest, resulting in your blouse sticking to your body and arched a brow at you, “Take the shirt off for me, will you?”

You don’t hesitate to oblige, unbuttoning your mesh blouse with your eyes solely focused on him, and it seemed Jungkook had the same plan to just stare you down as you pulled the material off your shoulders, your well hidden assets finally coming in to view and Jungkook’s breath had hitched in his throat.

He didn’t know what came over him, or if he was just high in the moment, but you looked absolutely unreal; a simple yet stunning black lace bralette over your chest, your cleavage on full show and and it was everything he’d imagined. He inhales sharply, resisting the urge to just grab you, but Jungkook was a man of class (sometimes).

He gestured for you to remove the bralette and you did, hands reaching for your back to unclasp everything and let the material fall to your lap, freeing your tits right in front of his face and he was impulsively leaning in, briefly flicking his tongue over your hardened nipples before pulling away just to leave a ruthless smack over the expanse of your tits, revelling in the way your skin would redden and how your body would jump on top of him.

If he was feeling nice, he’d give in to you, give you exactly what you wanted, but to be frank, he wasn’t in a nice mood. He didn’t know if he hated you the way he did before all of this but God, was he gonna give you a piece of his mind..

Jungkook briefly slips his hand under your skirt and reaching between your legs, eager to feel just how soaked you were through your panties and boy, he was not disappointed.

Just mere talking and subtle teasing got you this riled up?

Clearly yes, your thighs were shuddering between his hand and you were almost embarrassed to be sitting where you were right now, “What are you waiting for?” you huff, frustration evident in your tone as you pulled yourself up to slip off your panties.

“I’m waiting for you to beg.”

“I’m not begging you—”

As soon as your panties were off, Jungkook was immediately pulling you back down onto his lap, now getting a real feel of your slick dampening his dress pants, “You’ll beg me, otherwise we can just wrap this up and call it a day…” he trails off, firmly gripping your hips as he pressed you down harder on his hardening cock, forcing a quiet moan to slip past your lips.

“Come on, Y/N… you know what you want, just tell me,” he whispers, eyes meeting yours and drinking in the irritation in them.

God, he loved irritating you.

Giving in just this once wouldn't hurt you, but you weren’t exactly the begging type of person, “I need your hands…” you manage to muster, your poor cunt practically leaking over his slacks.

“That’s not how you ask nicely,” Jungkook taunts you, throwing in a disappointed sigh, “Enlighten me, will you? How bad do you want them?” He leans back against the sofa, his hands rolling the hem of your skirt up over your thighs so he could have a clear cut view of your pussy, swallowing sharply once his eyes catch a glint of your flesh shining under the dim lights.

"Fuck you.." you grit. Jungkook stating the obvious was embarrassing for you; who would've thought Jeon Jungkook would be the reason for your desperation.

You could tell from the tone of his voice that he was enjoying tormenting you, and today was not gonna be the day you beg for him; you had far too much pride for that.

Instead of using your words, you grab ahold of his hand, guiding it down your body and between your legs. Once the pad of his fingers were against your clit, you wasted no time in rocking your hips against them. "I— I want your fingers inside me," you whisper against his ear, hoping he’d cut you some slack.

"Oh Y/N..." Jungkook shook his head disapprovingly. He quickly pulls his hands away to fetch his tie laying next to him on the couch.

You knew exactly where he was going with this and you were right; he’d grabbed your wrists and forced them behind your lower back, using his black tie to restrain your hands, and all you could do was shuffle on top of him, “I’d be careful when moving, wouldn’t want you to fall back,” he taunts you, a grin plastering his face as he pulled on the restraints one last time.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare you a minute to get used to the tie, his hand making home between your legs once again as he moved the pad of his fingers up and down against your swollen clit agonisingly slow, “Don’t you know your manners, Y/N? What happened to saying ‘please’ when you want something?”

You were falling apart on top of him, your hands clawing at nothing as you tried to remain composed. You felt absolutely hopeless, and giving in didn’t seem so bad right about now.

“I fucking hate you,” you seethe through gritted teeth, grinding yourself against his fingers seeing as his lace was too slow for your own liking, “Please, Jungkook…” it physically hurt you to say those words, feeling your cheeks swell up in embarrassment, “I wanna fuck myself on your fingers…”

Most certainly pleased by your answer, he doesn't waste any time, thrusting his index and middle finger into you so fast, a gasp was ripped from your throat. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Only a real slut would beg to get fucked by a guy she hates.”

His hands began to push in and out carefully, admiring your eventual fucked out state, "Fuck yourself on them, pretty," Jungkook instructs, gradually speeding up the rhythm of his fingers. "Or do you want me to curl them?"

It was a rhetorical question, already feeling him curl his fingers between your soft walls as you helplessly clenched around him.

It felt so good.

It was unfortunate your body was close to giving in, struggling to stay up on top of him but you tried to muster as much strength as you could to keep going, drowning Jungkook's digits in your slick as your hips moved up and down on his fingers at a similar pace to his wrist, “Jeon, I can’t..

"Oh? But you can argue with me, call me names, and make a fool of me in front of my colleagues?" Jungkook taunts, speeding up his fingers to a torturous fast pace that was sure to bring you closer to your high. "You can do all of that, but you can't fuck yourself on my fingers? What a pathetic bitch.”

He reaches behind you to untie the restraints binding your wrists together, letting the material drop to the floor behind you before he was picking you up and carrying you over to your desk, setting you down on the surface and pushing you to lie back ever so slightly as he dropped to his knees between your legs.

He split your legs apart, audibly groaning at the sight of your swollen pussy; clit peeking out and your tight hole desperately clenching around nothing. “Fuck… Look at that desperate pussy..” he mumbles to himself, fixing your legs over his shoulders as he leaned in, pressing the flat of his tongue against your cunt.

A content sigh left fell from your lips as he used the tip of his tongue to toy with your sensitive bud, causing your thighs to shake around his head. The repetitive movement had your body tensing and the moans you’d been keeping to a minimum now at the max.

“So— so good..” you whimper, gazing down at him. With your hands free, they moved to grab at his dark locks, shoving his head further between your legs till you could feel his nose repeatedly nudging against your clit and good god, Jungkook would go to hell and back to drown in your pussy for eternity.

He let out a muffled groan, sliding his tongue between your folds and sucking on your clit like his life depended on it, but he needed to pull away if he wanted to live to experience that.

When Jungkook pulled away, you whined, but he wasn’t gone for long, suddenly delivering a harsh slap to your cunt that made your body jump and left your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

It stung, but it felt so fucking good.

Pleased by your reaction, he did it again, this time only harder, “Oh, so Miss Lawyer likes getting her slutty pussy slapped?”

Before you could even respond, Jungkook was biting on his bottom lip, not wasting another second before he’d spat right over your aching cunt, forcing you to arch your back off the desk as he watched the bead of spit trail between your folds in awe.

He leaned in again, shoving his tongue into your aching cunt and feeling your walls clench around the wet muscle almost as if you didn’t wanna let go and he found it beyond amusing, pulling away almost immediately just to spite you as he stood up to tower over your body; mouth glistening from all the slick and you couldn’t deny he looked like a hot mess.

What you didn’t see coming, was Jungkook grabbing your face, slapping you one as he squished your cheeks within his hold, forcing your lips to pucker as he spat into your mouth, the mixture of his saliva and your slick seeping down your throat as you swallowed with no hesitation.

He chuckled deeply, “Should’ve known an A class whore like yourself was into this shit. What do you think the jury would think about that, huh?” He continues to tug on your face, forcing you to keep your eyes on him so he could watch you break down before him.

Jungkook pulls you up and off the desk, standing tall and confident in front of you as you tried to regain a steady composure, almost stumbling.

“I don’t know how they’d feel knowing the slutty prosecutor got on her knees for the heir of this firm,” he starts, reaching out to wrap his hand around your neck firmly and pulling you towards him, “We should risk it and find out, huh?” he breathes out against your lips, low and hoarse and you had to squeeze your thighs shut from the flutters you were feeling between your legs.

“I’d rather throw dirt in my eyes than suck your dick,” you spit, shamelessly lying through your teeth and Jungkook immediately knew you were playing games.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” His hands shift from your neck to the back of your head, gripping a hand full of your hair and urging you to get on your knees and you did exactly that, making it easy for him to get you down as you tried your best to conceal the knowing smile growing on your lips but all you did was lick your lips up at him, anticipation clouding your eyes as you gulped.

The subtle action alone had his dick jumping in his slacks and he refused to wait any longer before unbuckling his belt and pulling pants halfway down his thighs, leaving a thick and oblivious imprint of his cock straining against his boxers right in front of your face.

You didn’t realise it, but your body was inching towards him and Jungkook took notice straight away, doing you the favour of pulling his cock out from its confines to stand tall and hard before you.

You were meaning to reach out for him, but he beat you to it, wrapping a strong hand around the base of his cock as he pumped himself between his fist a couple times, squinting at the little bead of precum eventually dripping down the base of his cock and you could only stare on in awe.

“You want my cock down your throat, huh?” he taunts deeply, moving forwards so he could guide the tip of his leaking cock across your face, nudging your cheek and avoiding all contact with your mouth.

Right where you wanted him most.

“Say it,” he lightly slaps the tip of his dick against your cheek, dragging it down to your lips but not yet pushing in, “Say you’re a cock-hungry bitch who wants her face fucked by the man she hates so much…”

Submission was never your thing. You always showed yourself out to be a woman who always stood her ground, never taking shit from anyone. But now it was your worst enemy, proving you wrong on all of the above.

“I’m a cock-hungry bitch..” your words are there, but no confidence within them, “Who wants her face fucked by the man she hates so much,” you mumble against the tip of his dick, hoping he’d give in to you.

Jungkook shrugs, “Could be better, but what more do I expect from a whore?” He suddenly pushes the tip of his cock past your lips, taking you by surprise as he groaned deeply, basking in the warmth of your mouth as he slowly eased himself into you inch by inch until he completely bottomed out.

You couldn’t handle his immense size, already struggling to breathe and he hadn’t even moved yet and tears were brimming your eyes.

“Tight fucking fit…” he seethes, slowly pulling out only to slam back into your mouth with brute force, each thrust pushing against the back of your throat and though you started choking, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him. You didn’t want him to stop; allowing him to use your head as assistance.

“Fucking made for my cock, aren’t you? A perfect fit..”

The only sounds that could be heard were Jungkook’s groans and the illicit sounds of your gagging and spluttering, a mixture of spit and precum leaking out the sides of your mouth.

"Gonna make better use of your pretty mouth.. and dumb you up so you'll never be able to throw all that fucking attitude at me again.." With no prep whatsoever, he impales your throat again, this time keeping your head at the very base of his cock, your nose brushing against his abdomen as your throat clenched around him, squeezing tightly to the point you could feel him throb.

“If this is the only way to shut you up, I’ll have you on your knees more often,” he looks down at you, watching the woman who stood so high on her fucking imaginary pedestal, now kneeling between his legs with her mouth stuffed full of his cock like a needy bitch.

Jungkook was damn near certain he almost came from the sight of you alone so he suddenly pulled you away from him, a thick and heavy string of precum connecting your lips to him leaving you a gasping, teary eyed, heaving mess.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you grumble, slightly annoyed by the sudden withdrawal as you hastily stood onto your feet.

“Oh, Y/N.. What am I gonna do with you?” he questions, sarcasm lacing his voice as he took a couple steps towards you just to grab your arm and turn you around; pushing you down front first against the glass surface of his desk.

You could barely make out what he was about to do, the side of your face pressed up against the glass but God, he was so close behind you, you couldn’t help but push back against him a little, whimpering at the sliver of skin-on-skin contact with him and Jungkook was all for your eagerness.

He spits against the palm of his hand, using the heel of his palm to reach down between your legs and massage your weeping cunt, briefly letting his digits dip into you before replacing them with his cock.

At last.

“Oh— fuck.. Jeon—!” You’re more vocal now than you were ever before, his size deeming you absolutely vulnerable as he pushed into you slowly. The stretch was beyond humane, he was practically splitting you open and your tears were suddenly making another appearance.

Jungkook felt like he was going through the seven stages of grief; not expecting you to be so tight around him and already so addicting, it was like a revelation for him.

“Pussy made just for me..” he groans, a palm aiming to land a harsh smack against your ass cheek, making you jump and the ongoing stinging sensation turning the affected area a light shade of pink which was bound to darken overtime. “All fucking mine—” he grits harshly squeezing the flesh of your ass as he continued to thrust in and out of your sopping cunt, “Fuck, look at your tight pussy just sucking me in… bet you like me shoving into your cunt, huh?”

“Uhghhh yes, yes! I love it so much!”

You loved the pain.

Each powerful thrust caused your body to repeatedly shift against your desk, again and again his dick slamming so deep into your guts you wondered if it were even possible to experience such a thing.

You could tell he was giving you his all; his muscles were tense, every vein in his body was popping out just so he could take out his frustrations on you. He dealt with your ass for three years; constant bickering, competitions, insults, but fuck him, if he knew you what got you going, he’d have fucked you way sooner.

“Bet you wished I’d come in and fuck you at some point, huh?” A smirk was lingering over his features, knowing well what your answer was.

“God— yes!” Your back forcibly arches against your will as you nod desperately.

Truth be told, you did look forward to his visits in your office just to argue with you. Arguing with an attractive man who looked even hotter when he was mad?

Of course.

“And everytime I’d leave your office, you’d sit in your chair with a wet fucking pussy all day, hoping I’d come back in just to fuck you, right? But God, why didn’t I do that?” he mentally curses himself, digging his fingers into your hips as his pace faltered, indicating he was losing traction.

“Fuck you for not making a move,” you hiss through tears, gripping at the edge of your desk for stability as his thrusts became sloppy and messy.

He lands another harsh smack against your ass, making you help in surprise, “Shut the fuck up, I’m not done,” he seethes, picking up the pace and knocking all other backtalk out of your lungs, "Every damn day, I've had to deal with your shit; talking down on me—" his words laced with anger as he slams in to you, "—flaunting your stupid awards in my face and walking around like you own the fucking place."

He abruptly pulls out, turning you over to lay back on the desk whilst he spread your legs apart, his cock slipping into you once more as his free hand settled a harsh slap against your tits, “Now I have you under me, crying on my cock like a little bitch. Where'd that confidence go, huh?"

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, to busy doing exactly as he’d stated. Your mind was hazy and your body was going numb, all you were capable of was squeezing your walls tightly around his cock as a sign to say you were close.

“Oh you’re close, huh?” Jungkook brings his hand down to scoop up the stringy mess connecting both your bodies, “We can’t have security walk in, can we?” lifting his hand again to shove three slick coated digits into your mouth in a bid to silence your moans as you came. “Come all over my cock like you were born for it.”

And thank god he did what he did because your pleasure filled cries would have woken up the entire city.

Your tongue lapped at his fingers, sucking off whatever was there before he pulled them out of your mouth, admiring the way they glistened under the dim lights.

You stared up at him in a daze, chest heaving and tits bruised red as he thrusted back and forth a couple more times before finally reaching his orgasm with a low bellow.

“Fuck…” he groans to himself and you could feel his warmth completely fill you up, some of it too much to the point white was leaking out of your sensitive cunt as he drained himself empty into you.

Once Jungkook was certain he was done, he slowly pulled out, his cock falling limp and his mess now prominent between your legs, noticing it was all slipping out so he did you the duty of using his fingers to push as much as he could back into you, the sensitivity making you shudder, “Can’t let it go to waste,” he chuckles, bringing his fingers up to his lips to sneak a taste.

It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen and he was pulling you to sit up on the desk before grabbing your case with both hands and kissing you with all his might.

It was unexpected but you were too in the moment to stop him. You could just about make out the distinctive taste of yourself and him on your lips and all you were wondering was how the hell you’d both come back from this.

Jungkook bit down on your bottom lip, dragging it out towards him before letting go and watching the plumpness bounce back, red and swollen like he’d left his mark on you.

“What did we just do..?” you whisper, finally drinking in the state of yourself and the absolute state of your office, papers everywhere and the smell of sex surrounding you.

Jungkook didn’t know what came over him, but he needed to reassure you one thing; “This probably wasn’t ideal but I don’t regret it,” he says, eyes glued to yours and curious to know if you felt the same way.

You didn’t know if you felt the same way, but you certainly weren’t feeling bad about it.

“You don’t have to say anything now, or put a label on it or anything, you can take your time,” he tells you softly, pulling away from you to pull his pants back up and tuck himself away. He was unsure whether you wanted to be alone or wanted to stay in his presence, but he figured he’d do what was safest, “Want me to clean you up and walk you to your car?”

Your hands adjusted the skirt that had been rolled up your hips, pulling it down to shield your thighs and the mess as you shook your head, “Oh no, that’s okay, I can take it from here,” you reply, this time giving him a genuine smile for his chivalry, one he’d never actually seen on you before and he wished he could see it more often.

Jungkook nodded and went to collect his shirt by the sofa, throwing it over his shoulder and heading for the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning then for some case work.”

“Yeah, you too…”

He curtly nodded and headed out of your office with a sigh. He didn’t wanna leave you alone after that, but he wanted to avoid any intrusive/pushy questioning and awkwardness.

How the hell would you both ever come back from this?

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candles & flames | jjk (m)

chapter I:  water

Summary: He wasn’t supposed to be yours. His foolery wasn’t supposed to target you. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

➳ pairing:Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: enemies to lovers, royal!au; angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings: so! they’re both royalty/high in society (gd should’ve called this ‘royals’), fuckboy jk, banter, past side character death mentioned, hints of fake dating but not really, angst!, the ending.., douchebag jk at times, crying, guilt, jk is sus too, bits of jealousy, society sucks, explicit sexual content: carriage shenanigans, sexual tension, fingering, oral (m. & f. receiving), mouth fucking, spit stuff?, manhandling, spanking, dry humping, dirty talk, angry foreplay but things get softer, he comes in her mouth <3, they’re hiding during all that <3 ➳ wc: 24.6k 😐 ➳ a/n: sooo. i love e2l and regency aus, but i haven’t written much/any of those, so they’re not my strongest suit. but hopefully y’all will still enjoy reading it, bc i did enjoy writing it. it’s just the beginning hehe <3 this entirely new genre/trope took some brainpower lmao so i’d love if you dropped by and told me what you think !! 🤍 

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it’s me. not him. | jeon jungkook

summary: things get complicated when two people are in an unlabeled relationship. they only get further complicated when the friend of the man you’ve been messing around with wants you for himself. what makes matters worse is that you want him too.

➣ strangers to lovers

➣ 10.7k words

warnings: smüt. pseudo cheating. soft angst. mature relationships. yoongi x y/n in the beginning. jk is yoongi’s friend. drinking. jk is kinda an asshole. y/n is kinda an asshole. jk is seeing someone. secret sèx. protection. missionary. y/n has a tattoo. make out. grinding. heavy petting.

song inspo: jessie’s girl — rick springfield. heartless — kanye west [but we don’t stan] FYTB — brent faiyaz

“So why isn’t Hobi coming again?”

Even if he was the one to ask the question, he wasn’t fully listening. His attention was on the screen before him watching as his player beat the hell out of Jimin’s. His fingers worked rapidly against the controller as it vibrated with every few gifs. His mouth was parted and sparkly eyes focused only on the video game but he was waiting for his question to be answered.

“No clue,” Namjoon answered while watching the game they played while holding a drink, “He probably just doesn’t want to drive.”

“Is Yoongi still coming?” Jimin asked before cursing under his breath at the realization that he was going to close. Namjoon shook his head no but neither one of them were looking at him.

“I think so,” Namjoon told them watching as Jungkook delivered the final blow to Jimin’s player before their time ran out and he was declared winner. Jimin groaned in frustration slumping back into the couch as he let the controller fall onto the cushion.

Jungkook was laughing watching his friend throw a tantrum, completely unaware of the front door opening just slightly. It wasn’t until Namjoon waved a hand in that direction saying, “Hey.”

“Hey,” Yoongi responded back distracted by whatever was behind him and finally you came into view. Jungkook couldn’t see you well enough, he couldn’t make out the quiet conversation you were having with Yoongi as Hoseok came out from around you two with a bright smile.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” Jungkook turned his attention to him ignoring the sight of Yoongi taking you to the kitchen for a drink. Hoseok was greeting them all with some handshake as he hopped over legs to a seat, “Yoongi offered to drive.”

He looked back over to the pair in the kitchen still unable to see your face clearly but he could tell you were laughing together about something. Jimin reached out to poke Hoseok’s leg, head shaking in the direction of the kitchen as he said, “Who’s that?”

Hoseok looked at him with furrowed brows trying to understand the question before it dawned on him as he looked to the kitchen. The corner of his lips turned upward as he leaned closer to the other three as if sharing a secret, “That’s Y/n.”

Jungkook blinked a few times waiting for the guy to go on but he didn’t, so he found himself asking, “Since when did he start seeing someone?”

“They’re just messing around,” Hoseok said waving off the idea of Yoongi in a relationship with someone at the moment.

Shortly after the topic had been dropped, the noise from the kitchen flowed toward the living room where the others were and Jungkook couldn’t help but look. Blame it on curiosity but he wanted to see what you looked like. He pretended to debate between different plasters on the screen but he let his eyes follow your direction as you sat down on the loveseat with Yoongi.

“This is Y/n,” Yoongi said casually as you looked at them all with a small smile. Your eyes met Jungkook’s for a little longer, instantly drawn into his looks. He had this dark aura that surrounded him while also having an innocent look in his eyes that probably didn’t mean anything. The only reason why he looked away is to focus on the game as Namjoon introduced himself to you first.

Jimin did a small introduction and when it was his turn he barely glanced back at you as he mumbled, “Jungkook.”

“You really went to pick up Hobi since his lazy ass didn’t want to drive?” Jimin asked Yoongi as he took the controller back in his hands ready for a new match. Jungkook was barely focused on the game now. You were attractive, very attractive to him and he was fighting hard not to check you out.

It was to the point where he felt like smiling for feeling ridiculous. It was such a minor inconvenience that he found the girl his friend’s messing with to be attractive. He ran a hand through his long shaggy hair brushing it back and off his glasses as he leaned forward to get closer to the television from where he was sitting.

“He lives near Y/n and I was already going that way to pick her up,” Yoongi said with a shrug as he watched something play on your phone with you.

“Yeah, they’re going out later, we should go,” Hoseok cut in, drawing Jungkook’s attention back that way. It was a Saturday night and the group was just lounging around playing video games like a bunch of losers as Hoseok will soon say.

“It’s better than playing Mortal Kombat and drinking beer all night like a bunch of virgins,” Hoseok chose to say instead.

Jungkook ignored his comment just due to the fact that it was painfully obvious that he’s not a virgin. The man is hot.

He didn’t even have to say anything when Yoongi was cutting in, “First of all who invited you to be inviting other people?”

Hoseok just grinned as he nudged your head, “Y/n’s cool with it, right? It’s a Saturday, why not go out as a group?”

“Alright but I don’t want it to be a group thing,” Yoongi began to argue as he faded into the background. Jimin looked at you offering the controller, “Do you play?”

You looked at the flatscreen, “What game?”

Jungkook was just in the middle of switching to a new one when you asked already taking the controller from Jimin. “Dead by Daylight.”

Yoongi and Hoseok were still complaining about something and you were bored so why not? Plus, the guy with the tattoos was the other one playing.

You swear you don’t have any bad intentions but this guy was so fucking hot. Yoongi was attractive, that’s very clear and you wouldn’t be hanging out with him if he wasn’t but this guy…

He was just your ideal type.

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile a bit as you chose Meg Thomas as your survivor, “You’ve played before?”

He’s not necessarily impressed because a lot of people game but it did make you even more intriguing.

You were good too. You played well and Jungkook actually enjoyed playing with you for the round you did together. There was light teasing here and there about some missed opportunity of getting blood points or too slow of a reaction time but he liked it. He liked it so much in fact that he found himself openly sizing you up from the way your leg was crossed over the other to the way your arms stayed at your sides and the controller on your lap.

You wore clothes clearly meant for drinks later and he didn’t mind the view. It wasn’t anything too crazy but the pair of jeans you wore hugged your figure nicely and the top showed just enough cleavage to make him notice. Your neck was adorned with gold necklaces of various makes and your hair was styled to frame your face.

He found you very attractive and he found out how much of a problem that was when Yoongi threw an arm over your shoulders pulling you into his side as he said, “Look, we’re going out later just the two of us. I don’t want you all there.”

“You suck,” Hoseok groaned and that small moment where Yoongi pulled you into him distracted Jungkook so much that he let the stupidass cenobite, Pinhead, kill him.

“Wow, you aren’t that good at this game,” you joked as the round came to an end. Jungkook scoffed, “One more round.”

“Y/n, let’s get going unless you want to wait in a long line to get in,” Yoongi said and just like that you were up on your feet setting the controller down on the couch. Jungkook did the same watching as you and Yoongi started gathering your things.

“Please Y/n, I want to get drunk, let me tag along!” Hoseok begged you after trying to get Yoongi to bring him but failed. With a sigh you nodded, “Fine.”

“Whatever,” Yoongi mumbled as he took your hand in his, “Alright, see you guys later.”

“Bye,” you said before your eyes met Jungkook’s specifically, “It was nice meeting you all.”

A string of goodbyes filled the room and he tried not to stay at the way your hips naturally swayed when you walked but it was hard. The only reason he looked away is because Yoongi placed his hand on your waist as he led you out.

It was in that moment Jungkook felt so fucking mad that he didn't meet you first. He didn't even care how you and Yoongi met or that this is the first time he’s ever met you. All he cared about was that you came with his friend who you’ve apparently been hooking up with and he found you hot.

He obviously didn't know that you had come to your own realization as well tonight, damn did you choose the wrong friend?

“How’s your girlfriend?” Namjoon asked Jungkook suddenly and his eyes shifted toward him. “Who?”

Jimin chuckled, “Yeonwoo, the girl you’ve been talking to for months.”

“Oh yeah,” Jungkook said. Is it bad he forgot about her? They’ve been in a talking stage for months and were hooking up but they just haven’t made it official. Yeonwoo wants to be but Jungkook is trying to hold off on it and now he’s pretty grateful he has. It would only make him an asshole if he was flirting with you while having a girlfriend. Even if the other think he’s practically dating Yeonwoo at this point, he’s not.

“She’s alright,” he shrugged as he scrolled through his games and found a new one to play, “But she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Yeah, sure.”

You met Yoongi at work surprisingly enough. You’re a store manager at a popular streetwear shop and he happened to frequent there. You got to know him little by little just by having small conversations with him everytime he came in. One day he asked for your number and next thing you know you’re in the back of his car hooking up. You’re not dating but you’ve been messing around for a while and as far as you knew it was sort of exclusive?

Well, it’s supposed to be you think, but… his friend was so hot. Jungkook was so hot that you want him. Is that bad? Does that make you a bad person? It’s not like you’re dating Yoongi—not yet anyway—but that first night you met Jungkook, just wow.

You just didn’t expect him to also be in a situationship of sorts.

Now you’re staring at the girl as she sat across from you. She flashed you a smile, “I’m sorry, what’s your name again?

“Y/n,” Jungkook answered as you stared into each other's eyes. There was tension there, you could feel it. Maybe he thought the same about you, was just as attracted and interested in you. Why else would you catch him staring at you every now and then? Even the first time you met there was a flirty undertone in the way you talked during the game.

“I’m Yeonwoo,” she said, making you look away from Jungkook. You gave her a smile before drifting your attention back down to your phone.

You sat on Yoongi's lap, his hand around your waist loosely zoned out almost. It was late already, the Sun had set long ago and the group had just been enjoying time together outside. Your fingers played with his hair mindlessly as he talked with whoever was next to him.

“No, this guy got wasted and made us call it an early night,” Yoongi said with a scowl as he retold the events of Saturday.

The three of you had gone out even if Yoongi didn't drink, he was fine going just for you which was great. Hoseok was fun and you didn’t mind letting him come along but he did get drunk faster than you did. It wasn’t a big deal though because you’re comfortable around him enough to not get annoyed by his drunkenness.

Out of all the guys, Yoongi was closest with Hoseok so you’ve met him a couple more times than the others and he’s funny. What you didn’t know was that he was equally as close to Jungkook and it made being attracted to the guy slightly more complicated.

“Well I had a good time,” Hobi said with a shrug and a shit-eating grin that made it obvious he didn’t care.

“Where are you going?” Yoongi asked, feeling you move his hands off as you tried getting up from his lap. You pointed to the kitchen and left.

“Bring me something.”

Jungkook shouldn’t look at you. He should ignore the voice in the back of his head telling him not to go to the kitchen. He’s supposed to be with Yeonwoo, she begged to tag along to Hobi’s place and he brought her. He should not be thinking about the fact that you were alone in the kitchen while Yoongi talked to Namjoon about something.

There’s just no reason for him to go to the kitchen. He doesn’t need to get anything, anyway.

“Excuse me.” You could've melted away with just that, but Jungkook just had to put his hand on your waist when he walked a little too close behind you. You moved forward trying to act normal as you opened the fridge door again to get the drink Yoongi had asked for again.

He pretended to be busy picking through some snacks in the cupboards just next to you. You tried to ignore his proximity but then his arm went over your head to shelf above you and his tattoos just drew your attention in. Your head nearly hit his arm and when he pulled back with a bag of chips he looked down at you, “Looking for something?”

“Just looking,” you said as the two of you stared at each other, not paying attention to the fact that you were extremely close to each other.

Jungkook looked amused as he asked, “At the fridge or at me?”

“At whatever is catching my attention,” you said boldly and he smiled, bottom lip being dragged between his teeth. His hair was so long and soft, it just made him look so good. He looked like a bad boy but you know he’s not. You mean, he seems like a good guy and all but his looks are just so yummy—you were nearly forgetting about being here with Yoongi, the man you’re sleeping with.

With that reminder you grabbed the first two cans you found in the fridge and closed it, “Found it.”

“That’s what you were looking for?” He asked with his back against the counter watching you, “Nothing else catch your interest?”

“Who knows, maybe something else did,” you said, giving him one last look before leaving the kitchen.

He couldn’t hold in the small groan that bubbles in throat at the sight of you walking away. He swears to the universe that the second he finds out your little fling with Yoongi is over, he's swooping in. He’ll just wait until Yoongi fucks it up or something and he’ll be right there ready to comfort you. Maybe he could even get Yoongi to end it with you.

“Jungkook!”

Oh shit. Yeonwoo.

When he came back out he couldn’t stop the slight scowl on his face looking at Yoongi who was whispering who knows what in your ear. You were back on his lap but your eyes met Jungkook’s one last time.

"Yeah it's late," Yoongi cleared his throat awkwardly, arm tracing the expanse of your back suddenly, "I think Y/n and I are gonna call it a night."

"That's code for they're gonna go fuck," Jimin laughed saying it loud enough for everyone to hear but neither you or Yoongi denied it.

"Aw, but it's still early," Jungkook tried to sound nonchalant as he tried not to stare at you when you made a move to stand. His eyes trailed to Yoongi, "Thought you were gonna go out with us tonight."

"Change of plans," Yoongi had looked back at him with a wink as he held your hand cutting through the circle of people. Jungkook let it go but caught your smile as you walked past him. He imagines he's not so great of a person? What kind of person thinks about his friend's girl—or fling— when the girl he’s been hooking up with is right there next to him? Him. Jungkook. That's who. How could he not when you looked like that? And your voice was so nice to hear, your smile warm the way he likes it.

Just like that, you were gone.

He had to be the luckiest person in the room.

Now, he’s not a house party guy—yes he hands with his friends often but it’s not usually to get drunk at some party. It’s usually just lounging around at someone’s house drinking and playing video games. Plus with work he usually never has the energy to go to a full blown party but God was he thankful that he came out tonight.

He couldn’t even hide the smile on his face as he made his way across the packed living room to go to someone in particular.

Like before, his hand went to your lower back, “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

At first you were startled at the touch but when you turned a smile broke out on your face, “Didn’t know you were expecting me at all.”

Jungkook just smirked as he lifted his cup to his lips, “Well you know… I didn’t know that either.”

“Fuck Y/n! I’m done playing with you if all you’re going to do is win.”

A familiar face appeared from behind you and Jungkook’s brows furrowed.

He looked at Jungkook as he smiled, “Hey man, when did you get here?”

“A while ago,” Jungkook answered, watching him as he stood next to you.

“You’re just mad that you’re a sore loser,” you told him, making him roll his eyes. He went back to Jungkook, “You know Y/n?”

“Sorta,” Jungkook answered, looking back down at you with that haze in his lowered eyes. Taehyung looked between you two with a little smirk, “Perfect, you both don’t know that many people here and I’m tired of being dragged behind whatever Y/n wants to do. You guys talk, I’ll be back… maybe.”

He patted Jungkook on the shoulder blissfully aware of the tension between you two but unaware of the fact that you’ve both been messing around with someone else.

“What are you drinking?” You asked, forgetting the game you had been playing with Taehyung to turn to Jungkook. He shrugged looking down at the cup, “No clue, some weird mix of alcohol. Wanna try it?”

“Should I be scared?” You asked stretching a hand out to take the cup but he avoided it choosing instead to bring the cup closer to your lips.

“No, I’ve got you,” he said teasingly as he pressed it to your lips and you drank from the cup as he tilted it while you angled your neck back for the liquor to pour down your throat.

“Tastes like ass,” you scrunch your face in disgust as he pulled the cup back and he couldn’t help but laugh. He shrugged, “It does.”

“How do you know Tae?”

“We went to school together,” Jungkook said simply, his hand came to your hip, casually moving you closer to his side when some guys tried cutting through the small space left between you and another person to get somewhere. His hand stayed there for a while, “You?”

“We work together,” you told him, feeling his fingers graze the exposed skin of your back from under your top. He should’ve moved his hand by now or you should’ve told him to but neither of you did anything.

“Where’s Yoongi?” He asked even if he didn’t care. As a matter of fact, he’s very happy at the thought that his friend isn’t here and he’s getting to see you alone. He just needed a reminder that you’re both technically off limits to each other.

“Not here,” you said with no explanation as to why he didn’t come with you but neither of you seemed to care.

God, just look at him.

Him with the tattoos covering every inch of his arm and some of his neck. Him with the pretty piercings and bright smile. Him who was definitely not the guy you’ve been hooking up with. You and Yoongi aren’t technically dating but you’re also kind of exclusive. It’s not because you think you don't feel for the guy, but you’re just not looking for a relationship.

You’ve never been so thankful by the fact that you’re still single as far as you knew because you want this guy.

You want him bad.

“So how’s your girlfriend?”

“What girlfriend?” Jungkook asked and somehow—some way—you were making your way over to the empty couch. Groups of people wanting to play the game you were at had slowly pushed you two aside and now you’re sitting next to him—thigh pressed against thigh as you squeezed into the open space.

“Yeonwoo,” you said.

Jungkook chuckled, “She’s as much of my girlfriend as you are Yoongi’s.”

“So… not my girlfriend at all, right?” He added looking into your eyes. He’s really just waiting for your confirmation that you and Yoongi were in fact not dating even if it was complicated between you all.

“Sounds to me like she’s single then.”

“Well I guess you are too,” Jungkook said, licking his lips.

“Guess I am.”

Neither one of you said anything for a while as you both took time to think about this. You distracted yourself with your drink but you didn’t miss the way his arm went to the back of the couch. It wasn’t in a flirting sort of way, more to stretch better in this small space, but it was hard to ignore the fact that he was slightly facing you now.

He brought his hand through his hair making you watch the action and suddenly you knew what to talk about. You pointed your index finger at his hand, “Let me see your hand.”

“What?” He asked, looking down at it before stretching it out in front of you shifting his gaze to you. You weren’t looking back at him, you were focused on the ink covering his hand. He smiled now, “Let me see yours.”

The easiest trick in the book as now your hand was next to his and he just so casually happened to notice the size difference. Picking up on the action, you took the next step to place your palms together matching where his fingers were with yours. His tattoos were so… mouthwatering. You couldn’t even try and play off how much you wanted him but you were trying very hard to not look desperate.

Jungkook didn’t care how he came across. He shamelessly laced your fingers together letting your joined hands rest on his thigh, “Do you have any tattoos?”

“Maybe,” you said with a flirty look in your eyes. Jungkook looked you over from your arms to your legs. Tonight you weren’t wearing jeans, you were wearing a tight little skirt that made your legs look long. You smiled now, “You can’t see it.”

“Where is it?” He asked openly, checking you out. You leaned close to his ear, lips nearly brushing against cartilage as you said. “Guess.”

His lips parted in surprise at the tingle that ran down his spine from the whisper and he was curious. You weren’t wearing much tonight and if he couldn’t see it then it must be something intimate. He laughed softly as his arm brought you a little closer now.

Somewhere between conversations about tattoos and video games, you made it to his lap. You weren’t all the way on him but a part of you was and it really wasn’t your fault.

Some drunk people plopped down on the couch forcing you even closer to him. Then, his hand was running along your back to your waist, using very little effort to get you onto his lap. Now you were fully sitting on him.

With nowhere to rest your elbows you placed it on his shoulder blade, turned to the side so that you could talk to him and his arms held your waist loosely.

His hand was on the flat of your back, thumb caressing your spine, “Tell me about yourself.”

“What do you wanna know?” You were making yourself comfortable on Jungkook’s lap. People surrounded you and the music was loud but since you were so close you could hear him just fine. Taehyung—your mutual friend—was off somewhere else after leaving you with Jungkook and you think you know why. He doesn’t know that you’ve been hooking up with Yoongi or that Jungkook is his friend. All he knew or had seen was that you and Jungkook were clearly physically attracted to each other and he was playing matchmaker. Not that either of you minded right now that it’s just you two.

“You work with Taehyung, right? Where?” He asked starting off easy with his questions. Your arm that had been on his shoulder stretched behind his neck practically hugging him as you said, “Retail store. I actually met Yoongi there.”

The reminder that you’ve been messing around with his friend should’ve been a red flag already but he didn’t seem to care. He definitely didn’t care that his phone was being blown up by Yeonwoo—who was not his girlfriend no matter how much she wants to be.

You released a small gum in thought as you tried thinking of something to say. You looked down at the tattooed hand that had been resting on your thigh with his other arm around you and you pointed to it, “Let me guess. You do tattoos.”

His head leaned on your shoulder just slightly as he smiled, “Are you going to let me tattoo you?”

“Maybe,” you said, your hand now playing with the hair on the back of his neck making a shiver run down his spine at the way your nails scratched his scalp enough to feel good.

His head was tilting upward at the action bringing himself even closer to you, “Maybe where your secret other one is.”

As he said that his eyes seemed to trail down your body with a few ideas of where it might be. It made him think about the fact that Yoongi knew where it was and that thought made him pull you into him even more. His hand was so high on your thigh now it was nearly under your skirt but still at a reasonable distance from where your legs met. His palm was flat on your skin and his fingers spread apart like he was trying to cover the expanse of your thick thigh with one hand.

You decided to be bold now, your hand went over the one he had around your waist and you brought it lower. It was now on your butt and you brought it closer to the side of your hip only lower. His hand was just over the crease in your side where your pelvis was and your thigh seemed to fold into your hips when you sat down and his fingers absentmindedly squeezed just slightly.

“How about here? It’s pretty close to the other one,” you said in a sultry voice that made his eyes roll just slightly.

Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted you. You were only making his head spin even more with that thought and he couldn’t hold back now.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked, looking you in the eyes. You nodded and he cleared his throat as he moved closer to your ear. In a low and deep whisper, he said, “I want you.”

Once again you met his stare and his nose traced along your cheek until his mouth was so close to yours there was nothing left to do but close the distance. Your lips just barely touched in a tentative kiss still questioning this, but then the hand behind his neck was pressing him forward and he smashed his lips onto yours with desire.

It was short, only a couple seconds until you broke apart. You laughed in disbelief pressing his head toward your neck to hide from his dark gaze. You probably shouldn’t be kissing him but it didn’t stop you from doing it again. Jungkook’s jaw protrudes with the eagerness in which he kissed you, slipping his tongue against yours without much effort and the hand on your butt was squeezing.

Your heads moved in all sorts of directions, tilted to the side to deepen the kiss and nodding with the force of it. Both of you had your eyes shut and his brows were even scrunched together making look mad almost but it was due to the intensity of the kiss.

He almost forgot where the two of you were.

Almost.

“Alright alright, please don’t fuck on my couch,” a voice cut through and as you tried to pull away Jungkook only followed you until your pulled on his hair to keep him in place. You turned to Taehyung as you were both out of breath and lip gloss smeared on both of your mouths. Jungkook was using his tongue to clean it off the corners of his mouth, thumb rubbing it into his actual lips before reaching out and doing the same to you.

Taehyung watched as Jungkook rubbed the gloss off your mouth making him do a disgusted expression, “Yeah… go fuck somewhere else.”

Once he was gone you turned to Jungkook who began to leave light kisses on your neck, “Let’s go somewhere else?”

You should’ve thought this through more and thought about the aftermath of what doing this might cause but you didn’t. Instead, you began to get up from his lap with his hand on yours and he followed right after you.

You went straight to the front door.

Jungkook was barely inside your apartment when he dragged you back into him to kiss.

His hands were on your hips with yours around his neck as he walked you into your apartment with no idea where to go. All he knew was that he wanted to pick you up and so he did making sure that your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Where am I going?” He asked between kisses. You pointed to the hall and he went that way without question. The door swung open and he tried kicking it with his foot before setting you down on the bed under him. The first thing he did once he set you down was yank off his blue Balenciaga denim jacket. He flung it somewhere in the room and went back to kiss you.

His lips pulled away from yours so they could attach themselves to your neck, placing kisses along your jaw and down your jugular. You angled your neck to the side to give him more access as you delved your fingers into his dark locks. You felt Jungkook's hands roam down your body gripping your side making your back arch off your sheets. His hands went to your back feeling along the material of your denim shorts and gently touched your ass, making you breathless before you felt his fingers grab the edges of your shirt and as they roamed back up your back he was bringing up your shirt. You helped him out by bringing up your arms and then your shirt was on the floor next to you.

“You’re so hot,” Jungkook groaned as he watched you below not exchanging a word with him as you slipped your hands behind your back, unclipping your bra and taking it off. He watched, almost hypnotized, at your body's exposure. Jungkook licked his lips looking down at your bare chest, he lowered his head to your breasts. He still can’t find the tattoo.

You grabbed the edge of his shirt and tugged on it . He sat up straighter reaching for the back of his shirt and yanking it up. The ripped black shirt landing on the floor next to yours. He wore his silver chains and rings that matched the hoops in his ears and belt. His tattoos danced across his skin with every flex of his arms.

You reached your hands out to touch him, and heard a low groan come from between his lips as your hands ran over his chest feeling every ridge of abdomen muscle, nails lightly scratching against his skin. You ran your hands down him feeling every muscle tighten as you explored the ink on his arms and shoulders. He was hovering over you now keeping one hand on your side and the other flat against the sofa to keep himself from toppling forward.

Jungkook lowered his mouth to the expanse of your neck as you did as told. Jungkook's kisses started moving lower, kissing along your collarbone. His tongue licked down to the valley of your breasts, before tracing circles around your hardened nipple bringing one into his mouth and kissing. The tip of his tongue flicked at your bud before capturing the whole thing in his mouth and sucking. His hands were at your sides, running from your ribs to your hips then back up. The sensation of his mouth around you and his tongue flicking at your nipple made your back arch into his mouth, hands tangled in his hair with want. With your back arched it made it easy for him to snake his hands behind you and lower them to the hem of your shorts before bringing them back to the front. Jungkook played with the button of your shorts pulling on the zipper and he began lavishing your other breast with the same urgency. Jungkook was rough with the way he took you in his arms but at the same time his kisses were gentle and intoxicating.

You raised your hips letting him tug the denim off kicking your leg up as he ran his hand down your thigh to your ankle dropping the material to the floor. Your panties came next but he didn't have the patience for them. He tore the flimsy lace off as his lips kissed along your legs. Soon, he was licking and nibbling every single exposed part of your body: Your collarbones, stomach, belly button, your sides and the area around your breast. The inner part of your thighs got a lot of attention from his mouth as his hands spread them further around himself. He was inching closer to your wet heat.

Neither one of you were thinking about anything else at the moment. As far as you knew, you were attracted to him and he was attracted to you so there was nothing wrong. The thought of Yoongi being the last person you slept with along with being his friend didn’t even cross yours—or his—mind.

"Jungkook," you licked your lips when his hair tickled against your cunt meaning he was getting closer. He hummed in response.

He stopped.

He didn’t kiss or touch or even roam his hands along your skin. He just stopped, then he looked up and smiled in triumph. You smiled too.

Right there in red ink were the words:

BITE ME

So he did. He leaned down to where your hip bone protrudes and began leaving soft kisses there, teeth poking out to nip at the flesh before attempting to kiss back down to your cunt. Jungkook thought about you telling him to put one near it and then his mind began going crazy. From where the first one was that means he’d be very close to your pussy and who’s to say anyone will stop him from fucking you in the middle of a tattoo session?

Your voice was dry as you asked, "Condom?" It took him a second to pull away looking you in the eye as he sat back on his haunches. The bulge in his jeans became more prominent with the type of material. He wanted to eat you out but if he had it his way this wouldn't be the only time he'd have to explore your body so he was in no rush to do it all in one night. This was clearly a quick, drunk fuck. Maybe he’ll get to have you again and then he’ll really get to feel and touch, lick, every little thing. You sat up a bit to reach into some drawer and you brought out a condom. Jungkook bit his lip in concentration as he began to roll it onto himself.

Once he was situated between your legs again he brought his fingers to his mouth, spitting on his middle and ring finger before bringing it down. You released a soft moan as his wet middle finger began to rub against your clit, running circles around it and descending further down your folds slicking it with moisture. He looked into your eyes as he dipped the finger down to your entrance, teasing the bundle of nerves hearing the light squelch of slick. He licked his lips at the way your mouth parted in an ‘o’ shape when he let his finger sink into your swollen walls. Your fingers wrapped around the arm he had on the bed to keep himself from toppling over you.

"Need to stretch you,” he mumbled under his breath and you weren’t sure if he was talking to you or to himself because shortly after he was adding a second finger swallowing your moans with his lips in a hungry makeout. Your hips bucked to meet his hand and his palm rut against your clit making your toes curl at the pleasure.

“Just fuck me,” you said against his lips rolling your eyes at the way he smirked, nodding his head before letting his tongue meet yours.

He thrusts his fingers one last time before pulling out and reaching for his dick watching your body laid out for him like he was going to devour you. With a hold on your hip, he guided his cock into your folds. Your mouths drew open in silent gasps as he bottomed out waiting there for the stretching. He kept going until he couldn’t fit any more inside of you, his hands hurting from holding himself up. Your legs kicked up for your knees to be bent and feet flat on the mattress at either side of him and he was able to press his knees closer to you.

You sat up on your elbows to watch the way he completely filled you and your heads almost touched with how he tried looking down at the same thing. With a teasing smile you brought a hand to the back of his neck bringing his mouth down onto yours and he growled. Steady thrusts, in and out, drawn back fully before pushing in softly began. You let out a moan from it, and it spurs him on causing him to start thrusting faster. He moves down your jaw, your chin, jugular, neck and nips you again further down this time and your fingers tug on his hair in response. You grip his

"Does it feel good?" He licked the corner of your mouth as you watched his hips draw back before pushing forward harshly. You nodded, legs wrapping around him, "Yes."

"Want you to think about me like this," Jungkook moaned out as a hand came to your hair grabbing a handful of it for control. He didn't pull but he just needed something to hold tight, "No matter who you’re with.”

He starts thrusting more roughly losing his rhythm in the process aggressively fucking you. You kiss him for a moment before he moves down and leaves a bite on your chest. You moan out from this and he moves his hands down to your hips. He thrusts into you hard, "I promise I’m better.”

You both know what he was talking about and even if you’ve been with Yoongi for a while, you didn’t deny Jungkook.

"Jungkook," you moaned again, clinging to him, feeling your climax close, "Fuck, just like that.”

"That’s right," he growled into your chest as he began to pound into you, "Say my name." He clings to your sides wanting to be as close as possible, "I want you saying my name when you cum.”

“Jungkook,” you repeated, making him get more forceful, nails digging into your skin from where he held you. You’re sure the back of your thighs will be bruised by the way his kept hitting yours with each thrust.

“Y/n,” he said your name too as you forced his head toward your neck feeling his hands pinch your hips to keep you in place for him to fuck how he wanted to. He dug his face into your exposed neck and his mouth left slobber with each nasty kiss. He wanted to mark you or feel your nails digging into his back leaving long scratches down his shoulder blades.

"I'm cu—" he cut you off with a kiss as he snuck a hand between your pressed bodies, thumb on your clit rubbing patterns until you reached your climax.

“Say my name,” he growled against your mouth, eyes locked with yours as your noses kept bumping into each other. Your eyes looked pleading, “Jungkook.”

“Again,” he said with a harsh thrust pushing his cock deeper into your fluttering walls. It kept bumping into that soft spot in your pussy that had your eyes rolling in pleasure.

“Jungkook.”

“Again,” another harsh thrust, bruising hands pinching your sides, “Fuck Y/n, again. I’m so close baby.”

“Jungkook,” you repeated feeling yourself unable to stay still, “Jungkook.”

“Jungkook,” you whined when his hand came down to your ass, nails digging in as hell moved your cunt on his cock to his liking.

“Y/n,” he breathed out with scrunched brows in pleasure, “Y/n.”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned pressing his lips to yours, feeling your pussy twitch and tighten around his cock until suddenly your legs were wrapping around his waist and you were letting go with a final moan of his name.

The warm constriction of your walls urged him to release, and he did. He held your body to his as he orgasmed inside the condom, your legs wrapped around him locking him in. Heavy pants and sweat covered you both as your highs began to dwindle.

There should have been a moment of regret, maybe even guilt but there wasn’t. Jungkook laid down next to you just as out of breath as you and all he could think about is how good it felt. He took off the condom watching you as you got up to use the bathroom.

He wasn’t sure what to do now, if you already felt bad for liking it—because he knew you did—or if you didn’t care.

He personally didn’t care.

He sat up on your bed waiting for your return and when you came out still naked he licked his lips at the sight. You came back to the bed and looked at him, “Well that happened.”

Jungkook gave you a quick kiss on the lips dragging you back to him, “Mhm. What does that mean? We can go again?”

“I mean you’re already here…”

Jungkook has made a mistake, a huge mistake that he’s gotta deal with.

It’s not that he regrets sleeping with you—the exact opposite actually. That’s the problem though because he wants to do it again.

Then again.

Maybe a few more times after that.

Add another time.

Basically he just wants to sleep with you whatever chance he’ll get. The problem with that is the fact that you both have someone you’ve been in a talking stage with. You clearly weren’t struggling as much as he is but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel your eyes on him every now and then.

He’s surprised nobody could feel the sexual tension between you two when it’s so thick in the air he’s practically suffocated by it.

“You’re being quiet today,” Yeonwoo said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

They’re currently in a bar sitting at a big booth with all the other friends and of course you. When Yoongi said you were coming out it made Jungkook more than eager to come out too. Then he thought about seeing you here with Yoongi and he felt the need to bring Yeonwoo even if it was only for a distraction.

Apparently she wasn’t even good for that because he’s painfully aware of the fact that Yoongi’s been kissing along your neck all night. The same neck he had peppered with his own kisses and small bites of affection just the other night. He released a low score that was barely audible with the way he disguised it with his drink covering his mouth but his lips still curled up in a look of distaste and disbelief. He wasn’t even pretending to listen to Yeonwoo.

It didn’t help that you were also very aware of Jungkook’s displeased expression. Ever since sleeping with him, being with Yoongi made you feel guilty. Then you felt shitty because you weren’t feeling guilty for what you did. You were feeling guilty that Jungkook was watching you be with Yoongi. You felt bad that you were here with the guy you’ve been talking to for weeks while the guy you slept with watched. You didn’t care enough for Yeonwoo to feel bad.

“Get out, I need to pee,” Jimin said, shoving you lightly as you sat between him and Yoongi blocking the exit of the booth.

“Don’t touch me,” you responded playfully. You’ve been fitting into the group too well and that made you feel even more guilty.

You think you should end it with Yoongi, just to be safe. Not because you think you and Jungkook are going to be anything but you are not a homie hopper. It just so happens to be that the homies hop to you. Not your fault at all but you should end things with Yoongi to avoid awkward situations like this.

Jimin shoved you one last time, “I’m gonna pee on you, get up.”

“Yoongi! Move, he’s hurting me,” you joked and Yoongi got up with an annoyed groan. Jimin slid out sticking his tongue out at you before sprinting for the bathrooms. Yoongi urged you to sit back down and Jungkook couldn’t even hide the smile on his face as you slid in to sit next to him now. Yeonwoo was on the other side between him and Hobi, and now he’s right there with you.

Almost immediately your leg was pressing against his under the table and the hand he had on his lap was sliding over between you two and his pinky was running along the side of your thigh.

This was becoming a very dangerous game you two were playing.

Turns out, Jungkook isn’t patient at all. The second he realized he didn’t like Yeonwoo as he did you—only after being with you for a short time—he didn’t want her anymore. Well in truth, he never really wanted her other than for sex but still, right now that he’s driving her home he’s realizing just how much he doesn’t want her.

"You looked like you were enjoying yourself tonight." It wasn't hard for Jungkook to pick up the sarcastic tone in Yeonwoo's voice as he drove with one hand. The other hand was brought up to his mouth where he couldn’t help but nibble on the nail of his thumb. Were you going to Yoongi’s tonight or was he going to yours?

He shrugged, staring only at the road, "Yeah, we were with my friends."

"That's the only reason?" Yeonwoo asked but Jungkook still remained calm, nonchalant, "What other reason would there be?”

"I see the way you were looking at her." "Looking at who?"

"Y/n." This time his jaw did clench a little, an accident honestly. He forced a dry laugh out, "She came with my friend, remember?

"Oh, are you kidding me?" Yeonwoo sat over the covers facing his back, "Like that matters to you. You have a thing for Y/n."

"Listen to yourself!" Jungkook scoffed suddenly defensive now, "Why would I go out with you tonight if that was true?" He was pulling up to the front of your building but the conversation clearly wasn’t over.

Yeonwoo was quiet for a moment staring up at him before speaking, "Because she chose Yoongi."

You didn't choose Yoongi, Jungkook wanted to say, You just hadn't met him yet.

"Then why would you keep begging me to date you if you think I don’t want you?"

Once again, Yeonwoo paused, "Because I really like you."

He released a deep sigh, already tired of talking about something that was clearly right about. He just wanted to be done with this.

“Alright well you shouldn’t,” Jungkook said bluntly, “I think we should end it right now because I don’t feel the same.”

Her jaw dropped, “Seriously?”

Jungkook didn’t even hesitate as he said coldly, “Dead serious.”

She was speechless at his crudeness that seemingly came out of nowhere. Well, Yeonwoo knew the guy was an asshole but to experience it was different. Jungkook was getting impatient watching her sit in his car and keep him from driving off. So in true asshole fashion, he reached across her front to open her door—a clear indication that he wanted her out of his car.

With a scoff she left slamming the door in the process.

Now all Jungkook had to do was drive home and wonder what you were doing with Yoongi.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Yoongi said as he stood in your bedroom. The two of you just got to your place and went straight to your room where Jungkook had been the most recent person to fuck you in your bed.

“Just tired,” you said with a shrug as you began taking your jewelry off at your vanity. Yoongi just nodded as he looked around your bedroom.

Just then something caught his attention.

His brows scrunched in confusion, narrowing slightly at the sight. Looking back to see what you were doing, he went to grab whatever he found.

Shoved under your bed was something denim with white writing on it. He held up the denim jacket and from the reflection in the mirror you finally saw him. You’ve never whipped around so fast.

He looked at you, “This yours?”

“Yeah, I just bought it,” you said quickly, making him look down at the jacket again. His brows went up, “Really? What store is it from?”

You stood up ready to take the jacket but he kept it out of your reach, “I forgot.”

“Hm,” Yoongi said looking down at it, “Alright, here's a better question. Who’s that jacket from?”

“I told you I bought it.”

“Really because you can’t even remember the store,” Yoongi argued as he held it out, “And funny enough, I know someone with this exact jacket. Matter of fact, you know someone with this jacket too. So why don’t you just tell me the truth, Y/n. Is this Jungkook’s?”

“Y/n,” he repeated when you didn’t answer him, “Is this Jungkook’s, yes or no.”

“I mean I can’t say no,” you mumbled going back to your vanity to hide the fact that you were slightly panicking.

“And how do you have it?” He asked but he already knew, of course he did. He’s not stupid and he has noticed Jungkook looking at you from the beginning but he thought nothing of it.

“Not hard to guess how,” you said, fully giving up the idea of not looking like a piece of shit right now. You were going to look bad no matter what you say.

“Alright so do you plan on sleeping with all my friends or is Jungkook just lucky?”

You didn’t say anything making him scoff. He started to get his things, keeping the jacket with him.

“Alright whatever, I guess we’re done then.”

“Dude, where’s Yoongi? He said he was gonna be here like an hour ago,” Namjoon said, looking out the window of Hoseok’s apartment as if he could see Yoongi from high up.

Actually, he can see your apartment from Hoseok’s window and he knew you were home. He had just been at your place earlier so he has a pretty good guess as to why Yoongi isn’t here yet. It’s not like you didn’t tell him what happened. Damn, if he knew Yoongi would break off your little fling over a jacket, he would’ve made sure to leave it somewhere much more obvious. The reason he forgot it is from how quick he flung it off and threw it on your floor.

Jungkook wouldn’t be surprised if Yoongi didn’t come to their weekly hang out. He’ll probably lie and say he had to work late, it doesn’t matter though.

He’s not a bad friend, alright? He’s really not, he’s never taken any of his friend’s girls but this time he just couldn’t help it and obviously he doesn’t feel bad about it.

Just as he was getting ready to tell them Yoongi probably wasn’t going to come, the door swung open.

“Damn, you should’ve at least brought food if you were gonna be late,” Jimin said, sounding a little annoyed as Yoongi marched into the living room with a backpack hanging off his shoulder. Jungkook kept his attention to the video game he was currently playing, mumbling a quick ‘hey’ in acknowledgement.

“I wasn’t gonna come but figured why not,” Yoongi said as he set his backpack down on the sofa and started opening it, “Besides I’ve got something.”

Oh boy, here we go.

Jungkook was mentally prepared at least.

“Oh my god, you did bring food!” Jimin cheered clearly, not picking up on the harsh tone in Yoongi’s voice.

“No, something better,” Yoongi finally pulled the jacket out and without wasting another moment, threw it at Jungkook hitting his shoulder, “You forgot this.”

Jungkook didn't say anything as he pulled the flung jacket off his shoulder and let it fall to his lap, “Thanks for getting it for me.”

Yoongi scoffed, “Wow, I knew you were a piece of shit but I thought we were friends.”

Suddenly the room went quiet. Hoseok even paused the game as the other three in the living room looked over to Yoongi and Jungkook, then to each other in confusion.

“We are,” Jungkook answered, looking over at him finally.

“Right… because friends fuck the person their friend is seeing?” Yoongi asked bitterly. At that everyone seemed to finally catch on to what was going on. They were all looking at Jungkook in disbelief.

Jungkook had the audacity to shrug, “Not like you two were dating.”

“Oh, so that gives you the right to get at Y/n?”

“What about Yeonwoo?” Hoseok asked in a quiet voice but Jungkook still rolled his eyes.

“I ended it with her probably around the same time Yoongi ended it with Y/n.”

“And you know that how? Because now you’re with Y/n?” Yoongi asked, standing up. Seeing him stand up automatically raised Jungkook’s defenses and he was getting to his feet too.

“I mean you did break it off with her,” Jungkook said. Yoongi rolled his eyes, “Even if I didn't, that clearly wouldn’t have stopped you.”

“Guys, let’s not fight over a girl, alright. Just sit down, talk it ou—“ “I’m not fighting over a gir—“

“I am,” Jungkook said, cutting Yoongi off, “Yeah I’m with Y/n. Yes, I left my jacket at her place the night we fucked. Yes, I knew you broke it off because she called me like right after you left and I went over. And no, I don’t feel bad about it.”

Namjoon shook his head, “Jungkook…”

“I mean for what it’s worth, you’re still one of my best friends, hyung,” Jungkook said with a shrug as he started gathering his things. The others watched him as he headed to the door, “See you guys later.”

Jungkook was leaving but he wasn’t going too far, not when you lived just a couple blocks away.

When he showed up at your door holding his jacket you knew something happened.

“Oh god what happened?” You asked letting him in. He planted a kiss on your forehead as he cut past you to get inside. He set his things down on the table, “Eh, nothing. He just talked to me about it.”

“Really? That’s it?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Jungkook said while sitting down on your couch, “Come here, let’s play.”

He was already reaching for the two controllers you had for your game console. You shook your head, “Alright well I don’t believe that it was that easy. He was mad when he left here.”

“I mean yeah he was mad but he’ll get over it. You were only talking for what? Two months?” He asked looking for the game he had been playing before he left to Hobi’s place. His phone buzzed and when he checked his notification he saw a text.

jimin: did u actually sleep with y/n?

jungkook: yeah

jimin: why :’) that’s fucked up

jimin: how’d it even happen

jungkook: ran into each other at a party

jungkook: idk it just happened

jimin: did it really just happen tho

jungkook: yeah ok. maybe I liked y/n since Yoongi brought her over

“Are you listening to me?” You asked slightly annoyed. He set his phone down, turning to face you. A smile stretched across his lips as he put an arm around the back of the couch, “Of course I am baby, but come sit over here, that way I can hear you better.”

Jungkook didn’t bother with his friends for over a week. It wasn’t because they were mad at him or they fell out he just didn’t feel the need to. Yoongi was probably still mad and he thought it was better to give him time to cool off.

He still wanted to be friends with the guy, they’ve been friends for too long to just call it off over one thing, y’know? Yes, he knows that what he did was kind of messed up but at the same time it wasn’t. You and Yoongi weren’t dating, yeah you were hooking up but Yoongi never once called you his girlfriend. He never talked about going on dates with you or making it officially. So how is it Jungkook’s fault that he was attracted to you?

Sure, he should’ve warned Yoongi and told him that the second he fucked it up, Jungkook was going to try and take you out but he didn’t. Jungkook was clearly too impatient for that and yeah alright, what a sucky friend but he doesn’t regret it.

“Jungkook I don’t want to go,” you told him as he laid on his bed waiting for you to finish getting dressed. He looked up from his phone, “Why?”

“What do you mean why?” You scoffed lightly as you stood at the edge of his bed, “Yoongi is going to be there and I just don’t want to cause any more problems. You can go without me just drop me off at home.”

His brows furrowed, “I don’t want to go without you. It’s fine.”

“No, I don’t want to go.”

“Babe,” he said with a sigh, “It’s fine. They won’t say anything, you’re going to be with me and—“

“That’s the problem, imagine me just walking in with you when everyone knew I was with Yoongi,” You told him honestly, “They probably think I’m a slut. I just don’t want to deal with that. Go hang out with your friends. I’m not worried.”

“Y/n, you’re going,” Jungkook said standing up. He was fully dressed already and had just been waiting for you, “It’s a party, nobody’s going to notice and if anybody calls you anything I’ll beat their ass.”

So you ended up going to Jimin’s place. You tried backing out at the last minute but Jungkook wouldn’t let you. You weren’t in a good mood. You wanted to go home, you didn’t want to deal with any awkward tension tonight but clearly that wasn’t up to you if Jungkook was dragging you here.

Jungkook knew you were mad but he just wanted you to come with. Well, you’re not dating yet since it’s only been two weeks since the first night you spent together but he likes you, probably the most he’s liked someone in a while. Was it so bad that he wanted to enjoy a night with his friends and you?

He took you by the hand leading you in ignoring your low remarks about wanting to go home.

Yoongi still didn’t know what to think.

He knew he couldn’t be as mad as he wanted to be. It’s not like you cheated on him but it sure did feel that way.

He knows you weren’t dating. He knows he never asked you to be his girlfriend, and honestly, he knows he didn’t want to put a label on it. That’s not the main problem.

The main problem is that you and his so-called best friend, went behind his back to fuck and then had the nerve to be disrespectful when confronted about it. You didn’t care if Jungkook had been messing around with Yeonwoo and Jungkook sure as fuck didn’t care that you were messing around with him.

He’s mad, yeah, but he can’t expect to never see Jungkook again. They’ve been friends for a long time and even if he felt a sort of way over it he couldn’t make his other friends react the same. That’s why when Yoongi saw Jungkook walk into Jimin’s apartment he wasn’t at all surprised.

He wasn’t surprised but he was definitely shocked and annoyed to see you right behind him holding hands as Jungkook led you around like you were his.

Absolutely no shame when Jungkook brought you to where Yoongi was with the others.

You looked anything but happy to be there telling Jungkook you want to leave over and over again.

“Hey,” Jungkook said with a smile as he did some handshake with the others before getting to Yoongi. Tension was already filling the air and he wouldn’t even bother looking at Jungkook, he was looking at you.

Of course Jungkook noticed the way he glared at you and that only made him stand in the way and cut off his stare, “Hey hyung.”

“I want a drink,” you muttered under your breath trying to find an excuse to get out and the others knew it too. That’s why Hoseok was jumping to his feet, “I’ll get one with you, Y/n.”

It was awkward for all of them, it really was. They wanted to dislike you for fucking around behind Yoongi’s back but they also couldn’t because you were now with Jungkook. They were both their friends and they don’t want to choose sides even if one is at fault.

“Careful Kook,” Yoongi warned as he watched you leave with Hoseok, “Don’t want Y/n going for one of your friends, do you?”

His jaw clenched, “I’m not worried.”

“Maybe you should be, it wouldn’t be Y/n’s first time jumping around between friends now would it—“

Jungkook stood directly in front of him now, the younger obviously taller, “Y/n chose me over you. So get over it.”

“You just got here,” Jimin said, not wanting his two friends to keep arguing.

Jungkook shrugged as he forced his glare back at Yoongi.

“Yeah, I’m already sick of being here.”

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this jacket

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Vamp jk and witch reader plss, reader is not intimidated by him tho:)

oooo i love vampire jk. modern day witch x modern day vampire warnings: suggestive. blööd sucking. very slight dubcön but only kissing. strangers. thanks for sending request babes I hope this was okay <3 BEWARE THIS IS KINDA DARK

blood wife SPOOKY REQUESTS OPEN

The first time you ever saw him was through the window of the shop you worked at. It was hard to see him past the dangling sun catchers and hanging plants. You knew something was off about the man the first time he passed the shop. He passed every night at 11:03pm on the dot. Every night.

“Are you open?”

You looked at him as he crossed the threshold into your metaphysical haven. His voice was deep and seducing but you kept your voice straight. “It’s not.”

“Well the door was unlocked and you were standing in here watching me,” he said, still going in and looking around, “Mind if I stay?”

“I do mind,” you said, taking in his appearance. There was a sort of magnetic pull toward him but there was suddenly dark energy suffocating the shop. There was a paleness to his skin with no flush of red in his cheeks despite the coldness in the night air. You were careful with your words as he approached you. This man was not human.

Then suddenly he was next to you, two pointed teeth pressing against his bottom lip and a piece of silver metal on his lip. His skin was ice cold as his hand went over yours to take the black Shungite out of your hands to examine it. He looked to you to see if the sense of fear was creeping into your body now but you just stared at him unwavering.

Hm, he could smell the blood running through your veins and it had his mouth watering. He would prefer if you showed some fear, get the blood pumping, the chemicals running for a clear stream of crimson tide. He cracked a menacing smirk as he turned the crystal over in his large hand, “Who do you need protection from?”

“Dark creatures like yourse—“ your words were cut short as a cold hand came up to your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat. His body was stressed against yours trapping you between him and the outdated wooden table you were working on. He brought his face closer to your neck but you didn’t even flinch and it was starting to piss him off.

Jungkook’s nose brushed against your jugular as he took in the rich scent of your blood with a low growl trapped in his own throat, “How is that going for you, little witch?”

You did move just slightly at the small nip of his sharp teeth against the skin. He was toying with you. When you didn’t respond he tightened his hold on your hair pulling. His face was against yours now, whispering in your ear.

“I can taste the warmth of your blood on my tongue.”

“You don’t scare me,” you said, attempting to push him back but it was no use. His leg was between yours keeping you flush against the table. You could barely make out his gestures using only the lit candles to illuminate the shop that was just under your apartment.

The movement was so quick that you didn’t even feel the tightness on your throat as he hoisted you onto the table so that you were more eye level with him. The force of the action was enough for you to bite down on your tongue already tasting metal in your mouth. Jungkook zeroed in on it, already smelling the blood from your tongue and without another word his mouth was on yours.

Your long black skirt fluttered around your spread legs trying to kick him back but his grip was hard. The black shawl you wore slipped off your arms exposing your shoulders and neck even more but he wasn’t focused on that. Jungkook was messy with the way he kissed you hungrily and the pressure of it was enough to make your lips move too as his tongue pried your mouth open.

His hand was still in your hair keeping your head from moving away from him as he greedily made out with you despite your efforts to back away. Your hands turned to fists beating against his chest.

You release a small moan [unintentionally of course] when a sharp prick sank into your bottom lip which released another short stream of blood that he licked away with a groan. It felt like minutes passed when he yanked you off his mouth, lips swollen and gaze darker than before.

You immediately brought your hand toward your sore mouth wincing at the small burning pain. Jungkook didn’t move back watching you with hunger in his eyes but it wasn’t just for your blood anymore. He smiled when you attempted to push him back again and this time he helped you by taking a step back. You glared at him panting for breath but he didn’t care. Instead he moved back in.

“Ah,” you squealed when you felt his teeth against the underside of your jaw near your ear. He pressed them into your skin, not enough to really hurt but enough to make you wince. It felt like needles. Your hands crumpled his shirt in your hold and without thinking you brought it to the top of his head and pulled on his hair. You hated the way your body reacted to the moan that left his lips as you pulled. He liked it, you can tell by the way he licked at the two punctures he left.

You could feel the pain turn to pleasure as he licked the wounds away, slowly healing the skin. You resorted to hitting his shoulders but it didn’t last long. Jungkook’s hands covered yours making you shiver at the coldness of them and he brought them down to the table he had sat you on.

There was a crack when his hands hit the wooden table and you had no choice but to cling to him as it crumbled below you with all your belongings on it. He held you with one arm, legs around his waist and without watching where he was going he maneuvered around the occult shop he found the daybed your black cat liked to lounge in when customers came to read a spell book.

You whined when you hit the cushions feeling him nearly crush you under his weight, eyes glancing to the broken table. He had incredible strength and when his hand tightened around the wooden framing of the daybed you heard the wood splinter too but not enough to destroy the cushion. “Get off me,” you groaned when he stared down at the forest green top you wore that pair nicely with the long black skirt and black shawl you lost.

“I like when my victims show fear but you’re different little witch and that upsets me,” Jungkook said lowly as he grabbed you by the chin harshly, “But you taste so divine.”

“Fuck you!” You spat jerking your head away but your efforts were useless. You can feel his hungry dark eyes trailing up your body licking his fangs.

“Don’t tempt me.”

With a displeased groan he dislodged himself from you bringing one of your hands to his mouth placing soft kisses on your palm, “Do you want to know why I haven’t killed you?”

“Oh you won’t be a victim, love,” Jungkook whispered even as he sank his teeth into your palm lightly like he had done against your neck. You winced at the puncture but like before the pain was replaced with a strange pleasure that you had squirming under him.

“I rather you kill me now—“ “That’s not what your body is saying,” he cut you off, staring down you again almost like he could see past your skirt to the growing wetness between your legs, “If I’m a sadist you must be a masochist.”

[if paragraphs are seen twice. I apologize. Tumblr is glitching so bad it’s deleting my writing and messing up paragraphs]

A bloody smirk came to his face, “Oh it’s going to be so fun turning you, my little wife.”

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I Heard a Rumor. jjk

banner credits to the talented @introgfx

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

genre: fluff, smut, college!au, campus crush!jk, mutual pining, friends to lovers

summary: One slip of a finger, and you realize you’ve liked an Insta photo of college hotshot Jeon Jungkook…from two years ago. You manage to unlike it within seconds, except it’s too late — Damn Kim Namjoon and his lightning-fast eyes. Do not tell a soul, you hiss. The man merely smirks. Next thing you know, a rumor is spread throughout campus. Y/n likes Jungkook…and now he knows.

rating: 18+ sexual content.

warnings: spitting (y/n has a spitting kink don’t ask idk what i was thinking pls it’s not that bad), protected sex, fingering, making out, a little grinding, frat party, alcohol consumption, Namjoon is very unhelpful

word count: 8.1k

a/n ✑ ok this is very random. idk how and idk why but here it is.. i’ve had this idea for a while but may have written this whole thing only five minutes ago lol. i also edited the first few sentences and then was like.. hmm ok i done enough :) 

and also big thank you to Onyx @introlxv​ who made this banner so fast when i didn’t even write the fic yet 😭 thank you ily 💖 

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two point five. (m) jjk.

pairing. handyman!jungkook x reader genre. smut word count. 21.3k warnings. jungkook is very charming and very sweet, oral sex, face riding, slight size kink, unprotected sex, lotsa messy kisses, multiple orgasms summary. who would have thought booking a handyman from an app would lead to this. sure, you wish he’d mount you instead of just your television, but you could totally be friends. right? note. this story was born from an ask game (a long time ago im so sorry) so thank you to the angel that gave me the fic title and all you cuties for helping me flesh out our handyman through asks hehe i hope you like the introduction to him™ because i’m sure there will be more of him soon hehe. also thank you to my angel bby loml @kithtaehyung​ for making the most beautiful banner ever ily!!<3

The sound of your power drill fills up the space of your apartment, the whirring coming to a quick stop only for the laughter of your friend to follow. There’s a brief moment where you forget she’s not in the room with you, actually watching you attempt to drill holes into your new apartment instead of in her home in a completely different state. The small ache in your chest is still felt when you remember this, not yet accustomed to being so far from home, but you push it away as you stare down at your device and see her face on the screen propped up a few inches away from you. 

“I don’t think you know what you’re doing,” she laughs, and although you agree you simply wave her off with a smile. 

“I hung up that tiny mirror the other day—oh, and that shelf!” You point to the side, staring at the shelf you had placed near the kitchen. Sure it was a little crooked, and you’re not exactly sure how much weight you could get away with placing on it, but it was only meant for cute decorations so really, you didn’t do a bad job. 

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rough hands. (m) jjk

pairing : tattooed!jungkook x tattooed!reader (slight fuckboy!jk)

word count : 12k, (i hate myself why cant i ever write anything shorter than 10k goodbye)

genre : (fr)enemies to lovers, smut, this is for @mygukandonly​ ty for the idea and for sharing my thirst for jungkook lmao also ps. if you read this/enjoy it pls reblog bc tumblrs tags are dead af tysm

warnings : overstimulation, dirty talk (its kinda sweet tho?), playful banter during sex, unprotected sex

summary : how is he meant to confess that he’d tear off his left arm for you if you asked when he can see the way you look at him in disgust when his nervous rambling leads to retelling the raunchy stories of girl’s past

The muffled sound of your roommate and his best friend laughing in the kitchen can be heard through your bedroom wall, a smile spreading across your face when you hear Hoseok’s telltale joyous laugh, no doubt in the middle of telling a story. 

You rake your fingers through your hair once more, fluffing it up and stepping back from the mirror to give yourself a once over, your hands tugging down on the tight dress you had on. The black shiny latex hugging your curves in all the right spots and you smirk as excitement fills you when you think of the dumb shit you and your best friend Rina were going to get into tonight.

In the kitchen Hoseok pours another shot for himself and Jungkook, the two of them energized at going out tonight as well, the video game demo they had been working on at work had gotten approved, being given the green light to move further into it so they would be celebrating tonight. The rest of his friends were set to arrive at your shared apartment for some pregame drinks before they left to their designated bar of choice.

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- addicted to u (m) ; jjk 

enemies to lovers, smut, 5.4k

note: written for @ficscafe​ prompt event :)…listen to bad idea! by girl in red

warnings: public sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, pussy slapping, dirty talk, creampie

Foot tapping as you gnaw at your thumbnail, you watch the people around you chatter and laugh together in the noisy bar Taehyung had dragged you to. A couple of banners hung overhead, the place booked and decked out for Jeongguk’s return. The door swung open and your head snapped to look, lips downturned as someone you failed to recognise slipped through the doorway and into the throng of people that hovered around the tables. 

You went back to chewing at the skin of your thumb, drink barely touched in front of you, liquid almost sloshing onto the table when your friend pushed it towards you with a single finger. 

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tuesdays | jjk

tldr: you believe your very reserved, reclusive roommate jungkook is a peculiar boy who’s far too concerned with how you spend your tuesdays. original prompt: “i don’t owe you an explanation.” pairing: jungkook x f.reader. genre: fluff/lil angst | roomies + kinda dumb-dumbs to luvrs | non-idol au | jungkook is an entry-level video game developer; very intelligent, practical, a bit nerdy and incredibly socially inept. talks a whole lot or not at all. | word count: 12.1k warnings: shy/jk vs. domestic/jk vs. good intentions with terrible execution/jk lol | taehyung is there, innocent and antagonized | some mentions of smutty activity but not actual smut? note: i had so much fun writing this. it wasn't anything too crazy. very slice of life. and i just think domestic!jk is my personal kink.

Having Jungkook as a roommate didn’t necessarily cause you any problems in your everyday life, but boy was he a rather peculiar man from time to time. Sharing space with him was an overall easygoing and even enjoyable experience due to his rather reserved and borderline reclusive nature. He was quiet, rarely had guests, and didn’t pester you. He was also quite domestic, which usually indirectly benefited you. His areas were well-kept and consistently clean. He seemed to enjoy cooking and from time to time, when you were gone for the entire day from morning until night, either at work or shuffling through campus, you would come home to an extra serving waiting on the stove for you even though he was never anywhere in sight. Admittedly, you did eat his extras without permission the first time, but now, he delegates the extras to you. And he wakes up incredibly early every morning, so with you finally consuming your second meal of the day alone in the dimly lit kitchen at 11:30 pm, it never feels like an appropriate time to thank him. So, you would instead leave a sticky note that reads ‘thank you for the food. i ate well.’ on the coffee machine each time, the first place he’d look in the morning. You knew this because every morning around 7:15 am, you were roused from your slumber by the pleasant aroma of coffee beans brewing and clinging to the air, seeping through all the walls. It was a habit of his that cultivated comfort, a sense of home. You didn’t even like coffee, but his routine was oddly like an alarm, a signal to your body that the day was beginning. Shortly after his brew would begin, your eyes were fluttering open, humming contentedly as you took in the scent and stretched the sleep out of your limbs. Jungkook was kind enough, not demanding much of you and asking for a reasonable amount to rent out his spare room. Of all the people and places you could have secured last-minute housing for university with, you were quite fortunate to end up with Jungkook. He was a simple guy, not one for many words, communicating in mostly hums, sighs, and head mechanisms when you actually saw him come slinking out of his bedroom or entering quietly from wherever he spent his day. But despite being mostly pleasant and tolerable, he still had these odd idiosyncrasies that made you quirk a brow at him, utterly perplexed. Firstly, he nitpicked the number of paper towels you used at once. On one of the rare occasions that you both had lingered in the common space simultaneously on a day other than Tuesday, you were washing your hands. Naturally, like any other person, you grabbed paper towels to dry them. You could feel his eyes locked on your side profile as he watched from the dining table. They were shamelessly boring into you, analyzing you, judging you.

You met his eyes slowly, feeling unusually nervous as if you were being heavily and thoroughly scrutinized. “Uh…is everything okay?” “You use a lot of sheets of paper towels at once.” He noted quietly, never tearing his gaze from yours. “It’s pretty wasteful.” He didn’t state it with malice, just moderate concern. When he said it, you looked down between your palms where a bundle of paper towels were bunched up and on their way to becoming waste indeed. You could admit that it was more than you actually needed, but it was just an odd thing to want to observe and take note of. You looked back up at him. “Sorry?” You offered. “Is there a certain amount you’d like me to use at a time?” He hummed, considering. “Ideally, they should only be used for spills and messes, as to not permanently stain our cloth towels. Considering there are 208 sheets in total at an average cost of $5 per roll, making each sheet worth just under 2.5 cents, it’d be objectively more cost-efficient and environmentally friendly if you simply…placed a cloth towel there specifically for you to dry your hands with and just ensure to include it in your laundry cycle regularly. That’s what I do. It…just seems like the most reasonable option.” “Uh…huh.” You said slowly, trying to wrap your mind around why it took a boy who hardly ever speaks so many words to arrive at a very simple conclusion: just put a hand towel there instead. “I’ll put a towel there. I’m sorry for being wasteful.” He nodded. “Thank you for acknowledging my concern, y/n.” You didn’t even get a chance to add a towel. Jungkook did it himself. The next time you went into the kitchen, he had placed an additional hand towel folded carefully and identically right next to his. You laughed very softly, lips tilting up into a grin. What a peculiar boy.

Secondly, he has an odd attachment to very tiny, mundane instances within his routines. Every Tuesday you only had a single class in the morning but you had a day off from work, so you were usually strolling back into the apartment by mid-afternoon. Jungkook was never there when you arrived home and you don’t know much about what he did with his time during the day. He had already graduated college, so you knew he had to be doing something during the daytime. What it was? Uncertain, but he always had a backpack that was full and his laptop was tucked securely under his arm within its protective sleeve. He would arrive back home by 4:30 fairly consistently. You were usually engrossed in a book, spread out on the living room floor studying, or curled up on the couch watching dramas whenever he arrived. You never made eye contact or redirected your attention from what it was already fixated on, but you did always absentmindedly greet him the same way each time: “Welcome back home.” He always gave you a small hello and immediately retreated back to his room without another word. Sometime around 6 o’clock, he would emerge from his room and come to the common space to ask if you wanted dinner. It was the only occasion during the week you could actually eat the things he made fresh after it was made rather than reheated. And you would both sit in an incredibly comforting, idle silence while you ate. There were never expectations to entertain one another or engage in meaningless small talk. You would compliment his meal and tell him you ate well. It was never a lie. Jungkook was an exceptional cook. But on one particular Tuesday in question, he came stumbling into the apartment at 2:45, much earlier than usual, and in an evident frenzy. He came in, kicked his shoes off at the door, and moaned begrudgingly as he shuffled back into his room.

“Welcom-” The greeting died on your lips, hearing his long string of audible dread and looked after him as he scurried down the hall. “Jungkook?” You called after him. You watched his tall figure pause and turn back towards you when he heard you, his eyes round and wide with fear. “Yes?” “Rough day?” You ask softly, trying not to overwhelm him. “You’re home pretty early. And you have this distinct look of terror.” You joke lightheartedly. He sighs, looking down at his feet. “It is a rough day and it’s only going to get worse. I don’t know what to do.” “Do you need help with something?” “I…I think so? I have friends coming over. I’ve never had anyone over here. I don’t…do that. I’ve never made that much food. I feel like I won’t be able to get done in time and clean myself up.” “You seem really stressed out about this. How many people are coming?” “…Two,” he answers. “But additional mouths to feed means more time and honestly, y/n, I don’t have any time. I left work early so I could try to make this happen but now it means I’m going to be behind on the schedule I put together for my project at work and this is…it’s…it’s fucking up my routine. It’s stressing me out. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I know I’m just blubbering and prattling right now.” “Jungkook,” you say softly, giving him a sympathetic smile. “It’s okay. I get it. I hate when my day gets thrown off, too. I’m not doing anything particularly important if you wanted some help with making dinner. Is there anything you need from the store or anything? I can go do that while you wash up and relax a bit.” He’s quiet for a moment as if he doesn’t know what to say. He just looks at you with this unreadable expression, nods once, curtly, and turned back toward his room. You didn’t take it any kind of way, knowing that he often responded pretty similarly. You figure he just isn’t used to requesting or receiving help. That’s fine. You can still do it. Later when the two of you were prepping dinner and simultaneously trying to make the apartment feel ‘guest ready’, you kept noticing Jungkook looking at you, but he wouldn’t speak. Actually, he hardly said anything at all the entire time you worked together. And it was such a strange contradiction because he presented himself as shy and reserved because he simply didn’t speak, but when he did speak, he seemed to either talk a mile a minute or be unnecessarily long-winded at an average speed. There wasn’t really an in-between thus far, and you’d lived with him for nearly a year. Unable to endure any more of his silent and blatant gazes, you snap your head to him, eyes a little curious and also frustrated. “Why are you staring at me? Did I do something again?” “No,” his head shakes as he blinks, seeming a bit taken aback by your tone. “I was…thinking that I’m really grateful that you were willing to help me with this. I don’t have enough time to finish all my work. I don’t have enough time to see my friends or have dinner with them. I don’t have enough time to spend with myself. But I’m trying to do it anyway because…it matters, you know? But I was…having an anxiety attack earlier. I get really stuck on my routines. Inconsistencies just make my brain itch. Was feeling really overwhelmed. And your offer to go gather the things I needed just so I could shower and breathe for 10 minutes…meant…a lot to me. So…thank you. I’m sorry…for staring. I have this really bad habit of not knowing what to say so I say nothing or…say everything.”

To his apparent surprise, you giggled. His eyes widened a bit at the sound. “Yeah, I noticed that about you, actually.” You placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “No problem. We’ve been here together for a while now, yeah? It’s only natural that sometimes we need to rely on each other. It’s kind of like how you leave me your extras from dinner for when I get home. I…otherwise would only eat once a day most days. I move around a lot. I forget about it. And by the time I get home, I’m too exhausted to make food. I’m grateful for how you’re willing to help me, too.” You hadn’t expected to see his face flush red and him to look down as if looking at his feet will make the bright red tips of his ears disappear. “Yeah…no problem. I guess you’re right.” “So…what is it that you do for work? That’s so time-consuming that you essentially have no life outside of it?” You asked.

Although you were fairly curious about his line of work, you asked him about himself for his benefit, so that he didn’t feel embarrassed about feeling flustered after your exchange. You’re starting to figure out that although Jungkook appears and presents as if his lack of social involvement is a personal preference and choice, being a loner was not a stylistic choice but an inevitable outcome because Jungkook is clearly socially inept. When you guys eat in the thick silence, it’s not because he’s just so comfortable he doesn’t feel the need to speak; he doesn’t know what to say, so he opts for absolutely nothing. Small talk is likely not something he’s familiar with or cares about. He has to be coaxed out of his fretful foundation just to express that he needs help. He communicates in grunts, nods, and sighs because it’s easier than navigating a flow of back and forth in conversation. “I’m a video game designer. I…work on actions and movements mostly. Like, when characters engage in combat or how they interact with certain parts of the environment in open-world games? I’m part of the team that goes behind creating things like that. We give the characters life and motion. It’s…pretty cool considering it’s been my dream job since I was a teenager, but it’s a lot of hard work. We’re working on a really important game right now. It could put our little spot on the map with other big-name game-developing companies like Epic Games and Santa Monica Studio, so I have to do my best. I can’t let my team down.” You hum, impressed. “That’s actually really cool. I kind of figured you were a nerd in some capacity, but you’re a cool nerd with a cool job.” He laughs, light and quiet. “I wouldn’t say I’m a nerd. I have a deep understanding of my personal interests. It doesn’t make me nerdy. Just knowledgeable.” “No, it doesn’t make you nerdy.” A nod of agreement. “But telling someone they use too many paper towels and proceeding to itemize the cost of a single sheet on a whim is…not, not nerdy.”  You explain, clicking your tongue. He pouts. “I thought that information was relevant to helping you understand my stance.” “I would have understood even if you didn’t explain, Jungkook. It’s your apartment and you buy all the paper towels. It’s not wrong for you to, without explanation, tell me to be mindful of my excessive use.” Jungkook looks confused, lips pursed and eyes just staring at you blinking. “But you clearly were bothered by me bringing it up, so that’s why I elaborated like that.” “I wasn’t bothered you brought it up. I just thought you were peculiar. And you still have not been able to escape those allegations, by the way. It’s alright, through. Even if we end up having to indict you for your oddities, I’ll still accept you.” It’s quiet between you both then. Jungkook seems to have nothing else to offer to the little exchange, and that’s fine with you because when you peek at him again as he’s chopping up vegetables, you notice his tiny smile. And you notate that the subtle little smile doesn’t leave for the entirety of the evening. You sit quietly on the opposite side of the room,  midding: uninvolved but happily present, observing him engage with his work friends, Namjoon and Yoongi. He seems…comfortable with them. His speech is fluid, easy, and even exciting. You see a little sparkle in his eyes when they talk about music and how Yoongi would be having a performance soon. He must love music a lot. You wonder if video game development was really the dream or just the dream career, but maybe his real passion was something more creative. Regardless, you can’t help the sheer feeling of pride that swirls around in your chest seeing him like that: engaged, involved, lively. It gives you a subtle little smile of your own. And you notate that the subtle little smile doesn’t leave for the entirety of the evening.

Thirdly, he was far too concerned about how you choose to spend your Tuesdays. It started the week after you had helped him prepare his tiny dinner party with his friends. On one particular Tuesday in question, you never came home after class. 

Your friend and co-worker, Ari, has a date with a boy she’d been flirting with for a while, so you agreed to switch shifts. You’re tired, but you could use the extra money for the week. Today in exchange for a day you didn’t have class and you could stay home the entire day. Fair and even trade. You worked as a waitress at a small restaurant near the university. Most students came here between classes on their lunches so it was a small but popular place. When you would volunteer to work on busy days, your boss would advance you what you made that day at the end of the night. It was a simple job that was doing well at helping you survive through school so your parents didn’t worry and try sending you ungodly amounts of money to secure you because none of them believed you could do this: make it out on your own without your parents’ wealth. You’re not interested in having money thrown at you. It’s nice to earn it. Spending money you made on your own merit feels better and more rewarding anyway. While you were cleaning off the table of a guest that just left, you receive repeated text messages, making your brows furrow. Who could possibly be texting you this urgently? No one ever does. You glance at the time. 4:30. Jungkook is usually wandering through the door around now. Your brows lift with light shock as you see he’s the source of the incessant buzzing. (4:30p) jungkook: are you safe? you’re not at home. (4:30p) jungkook: it’s tuesday and you’re usually home when i get here. (4:30p) jungkook: my routine is thrown off. You roll your eyes reading his messages. He’s being hyperbolic and overdramatic, but for what? Is it really so important that you’re there just to say 3 words he hardly acknowledges and holes up in his room until he’s ready to make dinner? Maybe this is his attempt at humor. You chuckle at the thought of it. So socially awkward his jokes don’t even land; they just float until someone gets it. (4:32p) y/n: you’re being incredibly dramatic. i’m at work. very alive and well. making money to keep feeding us well. (4:34p) jungkook: objectively incorrect. i buy all of our food? (4:40p) jungkook: look. no one was here to welcome me back home and now i'm back but don’t feel an ounce of welcomed about it. You laugh at his response, very heartily, right in the middle of a restaurant, inwardly beaming with pride because he made a joke. And it was actually kind of funny. Only kind of. You start to wonder why it matters so much to you if he grows into himself and becomes comfortable enough to speak freely and easily. Why do you feel so invested in his character development? Regardless, you hope to see him come out of his shell more. It’s becoming of him. (4:41p) jungkook: will you make it in time for dinner or another long night? (4:44p) y/n: probably not. it's pretty busy and we’re already short-staffed. another long night. aiming to be back by 10 tonight. i have homework due by midnight. (4:45p) jungkook: okay…understood. godspeed. Work goes by as it does. It’s always the same formula and equation, just different bodies and times of day. You finally come strolling home at 10:05. You were already tired, but knowing you would still have to finish homework and submit it online was making the exhaustion feel heavier than it probably was. When you head inside, you expect it to be dark, only the light above the stove left on as per usual, but instead, all of the lights are on, the TV is on and playing some kind of variety show, and there’s a spicy, thick aroma in the air that makes you pause briefly to breathe it in. It’s so pleasant. And warm.

As you walk through the door, you look to your immediate left where the open layout kitchen was placed, Jungkook was standing next to the stove, chopping vegetables on the counter. “Welcome back home.” He announces casually, just as you always did for him, but does not tear his attention away from his task. You don’t know what this is, this anomaly in his behaviorial pattern, but you appreciate it because today you had an anomaly of your own within your routine. And you understand it right then: what he means when he says he came back but he didn’t feel welcomed home. You’re always just ‘coming back’ but walking in and being welcomed by him, it feels more like ‘coming home’. And you note that there might just be a difference.    Your voice is warm and content when you speak. “Hey, you’re up pretty late.” He only hums in response. You wander over to him, keeping a good grip on all your belongings. “Cooking dinner at this hour? Unlike you. Your routine really did get messed up.” “Yeah, I worked more when I came home instead of eating. I’m still catching up from last week. But I noticed I was starving and then I realized it was almost 10. So I figured I might as well just commit to a curve in my routine. But…what about yours?” His inquiry surprises you a little. He’s initiating small talk with you. At first, your lips just parted. “My…routine? Uh…yeah, it got thrown off majorly today. I have an assignment due by midnight. I thought I was going to turn it in by this afternoon. But I got paid in advance for this shift, so that was nice.” He stops cutting his carrots then and places the knife down calmly. And then, he just looks at you. It was a very normal look that you could give anyone: stranger, acquaintance, or friend. It was just a simple look, but for some reason, when his eyes meet yours, your heart starts to pick up its rhythm, and you swear you can hear the thump of it crescendoing in your ears. He’s so…handsome. It’s not that you had never looked at him before. It’s not that you weren’t already aware that he was a good-looking man. It’s just that right now you’re looking at him and he seems like his features have changed, like someone raised the saturation and sharpness of his existence. His jawline seems sharper. His brown eyes seem more caramel or honey-coated. His lips are pink, pouty, and curved romantically. He looks like a walking beckoning for affection. His hair is tousled, all in disarray like he’s been running his fingers through tirelessly. His clothes seem to cling to his frame, outlining the definition of his muscular build. He quite obviously works out. You hadn’t noticed before. He’s pretty. You hadn’t looked at him this thoroughly before. “You should make sure you respect your resting day routines. You seem to work really hard with…everything you’re doing.” His voice is soft and caring. Smiling, you nod, swallowing down how flustered you feel inside, hoping the quickening of your breath doesn’t give it away. “I hear you. It was a one-time thing anyway. Now…need help?” It looks like he’s only barely started, likely working on a base for some sort of soup. He has so many scraps everywhere. He clears his throat. “Uh…yeah…yeah, I do.”

“On it,” you say resolutely. “Let me put my stuff up and change really quick. It’ll only take me five and I’ll be back to help.” After that, you didn’t see Jungkook for the rest of the week. Tuesday was really the only day your schedules coordinated enough to even see each other in passing. You did not miss how disappointment settled in your chest every single time you wandered inside at 10 or 11 and you didn’t see him standing there in the kitchen, back turned to you, nonchalantly welcoming you home. You did not miss the way you stopped yourself from texting him and telling him exactly what he told you: look. no one was here to welcome me back home and now i'm back but don’t feel an ounce of welcomed about it. On the following Monday, you receive a surprising notification. (1:08p) jungkook: i would like to formally request permanent assistance with dinner on tuesday evenings. unless work or other contractual obligations prevent participation. it is much more efficient with two sets of hands. and since we both eat, it’s ethically the fairest. His formality makes you giggle, as it’s so aligned with who you’ve gathered him to be. Once again, smiling fondly to yourself, you think of what a peculiar boy he is. And his request at its core is perfectly fair. He does buy all the food and cook it but you both enjoy the fruits of his labor, so if it’s a regular thing, you ethically should help him without a single qualm. That’s the line of reasoning you offer for the sheer speed of your response, agreeing to give away your Tuesdays to him: to be fair. (1:09p) y/n: sure thing kook. You did not miss the way it was the first time you’d ever called him by or given him any kind of nickname. You did not miss the way you felt nervous to have sent it to him, as if being denied casual exchanges would have a significant impact on your emotions. Now you were the one acting peculiarly. For three weeks, on three consecutive Tuesdays, you and Jungkook rallied together in the kitchen, picked a recipe to follow, assigned your roles, completed your duties, and successfully made meals together in the evening around 6 o’clock. For three consecutive Tuesdays, you sat together at the dining table and ate well, sometimes in silence, but sometimes in comfortable, slow-paced conversation: small talk. “I don’t know how I feel about this recipe.” Jungkook admitted after trying the meat he’d made. “I don’t care for this marinade at all.” You, mouth full and consumption borderline barbaric, look confused. When you swallow, you have to inquire about why he feels that way. It’s quite literally delicious. And you can’t fathom him not liking it considering he ate all of it. “What? You don’t like it? How? I think it’s incredible. Probably your best yet. The meat is so, so tender and it’s very flavorful but not overwhelming. It goes really well with this little sauce we made!” “You enjoyed it?” He asks you. And you notice that he’s biting his lip rather nervously. “Or are you just saying that because we spent a lot of time on this one?” You grin, rolling your eyes. “Why would I lie? You’re a good cook, Kook.  A good Kook.” A self-amused giggle. “But seriously…I’ve never not enjoyed the food you’ve cooked. You did really well on the meat. And judging by your happy plate, I think you know that.” You figured out quickly that it wasn’t that he didn’t like it, but that he wanted someone else to say that he did a good job but didn’t want to ask directly until an opinion was already offered. ‘He even seeks praise awkwardly. How endearing.’

He doesn’t speak, just lowers his head with his subtle little smile you’ve come to find yourself craving the sight of. Admittedly, you enjoy this little tradition that the two of you have created. You felt excited for him to come home, eager for him to finish resting up and come out at six, ready to get started. Moreover, you really enjoyed not eating dinner alone. You enjoyed his proximity even in your settled silence. It always felt more like home when he was here and you were here and you were both parallel or perpendicular to the other. “This is nice.” You tell him warmly. “I like our new tradition.” “Oh,” he says softly. “I…” His head rises quickly and he looks at you, those warm, honeyed eyes you’ve grown particularly fond of now slightly widened. You don’t know if you’re just seeing what your own little, unspoken feelings want to see, but it looks like longing looking back at you. His hand rests on the table and you glance down, only for a fraction of a moment, considering reaching your own out to find the answer to a theory you’ve constructed in the last few weeks: you think his hands might be incredibly soft. “Well, um. I…that’s…good to know. I think that maybe…um, I…” (Your mind begs you to let it be known that he’s stammering and you’re staring, but your thoughts are ever so slightly somewhere else.) You noticed when he washes his hands, he pats them dry lightly with his towel. Delicate. And he always opens the drawer below immediately after to pull out a tiny bottle of hand cream. Every single time. He applies a dollop and rubs it all in gingerly. He makes sure to get all the nooks and crannies of his hands, the dips and the divots. Thorough. Patient. Soft. Satin. He seems to care a great deal about his hands, takes good care of them and the things they touch. You lick your lips and look away. “I’m sorry…I…uh…don’t know what to say I think and…” You cut him off. “Is it a mutual understanding?” “What?” “Do you…like our little tradition as well?” A slow, timid, soundless nod. You respond with tilted lips. “Then…you can just say…I like it, too.” He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you, but the look in his eyes is becoming a little bit clearer. And you can’t look too long or you’ll blush. “I…like it, too.” Humming, you turn your attention back towards your food, looking away, and for the first time, being the one with nothing left to say. All the things you wanted to say had officially teetered off the cusp of amiability and dropped straight into a giant vat of arousal. After a moment, your body became so hot you couldn’t stand just sitting there anymore. Dinner ended abruptly, with Jungkook telling you to leave your dishes and he would take care of them. You nodded and offered a quiet thank you, and a friendly goodnight. Then you wandered off to your room in a daze wondering if he noticed you squirming in your seat. He’s so fucking domestic you were about to cum off the strength of existing in the same house as him. And that’s not good. Because you’re always in the same house as him. The things you’ve watched him do in the kitchen. It was just so…homely. There’s a kind of strength in a man that appreciates homemaking that makes you weak. Telling you to make sure to preheat the oven, putting on his oven mitts to check on the food, setting timers, and tying an apron around his waist. Cutting vegetables. Measuring cups. ‘Slice, y/n. No dice. Here, let me show you. Watch.’ The way his triceps and biceps flexed at the motion of his very intentional cuts, the way he’s always rolling up his fucking sleeves, even when they’re short-sleeved shirts. Like a goddamn tease. Basically begging to be turned into a fucking husband and a father overnight. It was absolutely sickening. You officially wanted him so bad that you wanted to throw up.

The orgasm you had in your room, stifling the sound of your moans and the sound of you quietly calling his name when you did, spelled it out quite clearly for you even if you didn’t want to acknowledge it outright. It was absolutely sickening. On Thursday, another anomaly occurred in your schedule. A few actually. All of them were pleasant. The first anomaly was relaxation. You didn’t have class and since Ari kept up her end of the deal, you have an entire day at home to enjoy your day and your alone time. But, as usual, you wake to the pleasant aroma of coffee. You smile even harder knowing there’s nowhere for you to be so you could move as quickly or as slowly as you like. This meant you didn’t have to hop out of bed and immediately get ready. It meant that maybe you could go have coffee with Jungkook before he left for the day. You don’t even like coffee…but you like him. And that’s more than enough reason to get out of bed, brush your hair a bit, and go sauntering out of your room to ask for a cup of hot liquid you’d never consume. You were more of a tea or hot chocolate kind of girl, but there’s a first time for everything, and maybe having coffee would taste better if drinking it meant spending even a fractal of time with him. That initiated the occurrence of the next anomaly. “Good morning,” You say pleasantly. A yelp. A jolt. A wince and a hiss. A ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’.   A resounding crash. The sound of shattered ceramic. He clearly isn’t expecting you to be up or to greet him. You wince at the sound of glass and lean over to see that he’s dropped and broken a mug he was holding: your mug. Your favorite one. The one your grandmother made for you with her own two hands. There was coffee pooling everywhere all over the floor, and Jungkook was moaning dreadfully. “Shit!” He exclaimed. “You scared the bejeezus out of me. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean…I didn’t mean to break it. I’m sorry, y/n. I really am.” The mug meant the world to you, as your grandmother was much older now and unable to make little crafts for you like that anymore. It was the only one of its kind. The only one that would ever be. And now it was in pieces on the kitchen floor, a little sea of java surrounding the sad, jagged portions of loving sentiment. “I’m sorry I scared you.” You said softly, trying hard not to cry. You didn’t want to make him feel bad. You didn’t want him to feel bad. “It’s okay, Kook. It’s okay. I’ll get towels.” Once you grab towels and come back to help him clean it up, he’s deep in a spell of unnerved groaning, just a long, drawn-out whine that goes on under his breath for a while. “Please don’t be upset.” He pleads, frowning. “I’m so, so sorry.” You smile softly, shaking your head. “I’m not upset, Kook. Are you hurt at all? From the coffee? I heard you hiss.” “I’m okay. It splashed on me, but it didn’t burn me or anything.” You place the two large towels down to soak up all the liquid on the ground. Jungkook focuses on picking up each piece of the broken cup. As you watch him through the top of your eyes, you wonder just why was he using your mug, to begin with. “I’m not used to you being awake so early.” He admits, slightly embarrassed of how a simple good morning resulted in this. “But...good morning to you, too.” You can’t help it. You giggle. Peculiar boy. “If you want…you…you can pick one of my mugs to take in its place.” He offers, biting his lip. You nod and say okay for a few reasons: 1. You absolutely want something of his and that is a microscopic guilty desire you have. 2. He seems like it will bother him a lot if he can’t rectify the situation in some way. You saying it’s okay doesn’t appear to suffice. 3. See reasons 1 & 2. Then combine them.

As he’s showing you his plethora of available mugs, you catch yourself smiling because…he has all of these mugs of his own, but…he was drinking his morning coffee out of yours. You survey them all and find this one white, ceramic mug that says ‘create’ on it. It’s oddly shaped, looking nearly homemade. Irregular. Peculiar. It’s the most Jungkook mug of them all. That’s the one you want. You point to it. “I’ll take that one.” You tell him. For a brief moment, he hesitates, pouting cutely, but his lips slowly become tilted upward.  “Of course you will. That one’s my favorite. I made it in my high school art class, but…okay. Okay. A mug for a mug. You can keep it. Drink your coffee out of it well…and frequently…or it might start to feel neglected. It’s an extroverted kind of mug.” If you knew it wouldn’t result in one of the most blatant forms of rejection you’d ever face, because Jungkook is nothing if not brutally honest, you would have kissed him then. You really would have. But, you’ll take the mug and use it well just as he asked, and maybe he’ll try to sneak in a hidden smile by just tilting the corner of his lips, and maybe you’ll spot his dimple because of it, and maybe the sight of it will make your heart flutter and breath hitch, and maybe it (in its own way) could be just as good as a kiss. A homemade mug for a homemade mug. You would keep it indeed. “Want to have coffee before you leave for work?” You ask, even knowing well that you would be wasting perfectly good coffee, even knowing how upset he’d be if he knew. But it feels worth it when he nods, offering you that coy smile you find yourself anticipating nowadays. And you both do, in total silence, sit at the table over a cup of coffee, stealing glances every now and then. When he asks why you haven’t touched your coffee, you lie and say you prefer it with creamer, to which he turns his nose up in disgust. “Creamer is a forbidden substance in this house.” He informs you. “But…if…if it really is a dealbreaker for your coffee enjoyment, I’ll make sure to get you some. What kind do you like?” ‘The next time you go grocery shopping for us, honey? Why don’t you just ask me to pop the question right now?’ You don’t care for coffee. You don’t care for creamer, but you cared very, very dearly about the prospect of Jungkook getting any kind of special thing for you, with you in mind, with the purpose of making an experience better for you. You knew plenty of special things he could give you to make the experience better. And it didn’t even cost money. And he could use his perfect hands as much as he liked. “Hazelnut,” You lie with a smile. “That’s my favorite.” The third anomaly occurs much later in the day when you’re home alone and you’re lounging in the living room, wondering if Thursday will get to be a second Tuesday with Jungkook since you’ll both be home. Unexpectedly, there’s a knock at the door. Your brows furrow. You hadn’t ordered any food. You hadn’t expected a delivery. Jungkook would always tell you if anyone was dropping by. You walk up to the door, peeping out of the hole and you see…a remarkably handsome man standing on the other side. You open carefully, revealing a boy, likely around your age, with dark, shaggy hair, and a smile on his face that seems like it would melt anything in sight that just so happened to perceive it. He had little dimples on his cheeks when he smiled. He, much like Jungkook, was very pretty. “Hi…can I…help you?” You ask timidly, not fully coming outside the door, head and a portion of your torso poking out. He might be gorgeous, but he’s still a stranger. He scratches the back of his head. “Oh…uh, hi!…My name is Taehyung? I just moved into that unit about a week ago.” He explains, jerking a thumb back towards his front door, #1103R, right across from you and Jungkook’s #1104R. Your brows lift in sheer surprise.

“Oh! I didn’t know the unit was empty.” You laugh. “Welcome to the complex…and the hall. It’s fairly quiet, so I hope you aren’t a partier.” Laughing, he shakes his head. “A baker, not a partier. I spend my spare time making sweet treats. You might smell me baking a lot, though. I…uh…I actually was coming to ask if you had butter? Or margarine? I’ve started making cupcakes, but I didn’t get butter at the store, and I didn’t want to leave out to the store…because I already started. So, I figured I could come to introduce myself…and ask a neighborly favor?” He puts his hands together in a small plea. Wow, the boys in this building really do enjoy wholesome activities. Smiling, you nod. “Sure, give me a second, I’ll be right back.” When you come back to the door with an entire package of butter, he smiles wide, making his eyes crinkle. “I hope that’ll be enough.” “More than, I’ll bring back what I don’t use.” He promises. “Ah, you’re a lifesaver. Thanks!”

“Happy to help. Welcome to the building, Taehyung.” Now, the exchange should be complete but he’s still just standing there. “Well…if that’s all…” “What was your name? Did you already tell me?” He asked suddenly, confused. “Sorry, I wanted to say your name, too, because it seems respectful since you said mine, but I was trying to rack my brain for what you said your name was.” “I didn’t.” You clarify, chuckling at his spaciness. “It’s y/n.” “y/n. Hm, I like it. It suits you somehow. Anyway, thanks, y/n the neighbor. Taehyung the baker will see you again soon to return his butter hostage and maybe offer a treat forged of the deepest gratitude.” A lopsided grin and a wink. When he leaves, you close the door and just stand there for a moment recalling the entire exchange. He was devastatingly handsome, a bit spacey, but so friendly…so friendly he was flirty. You’ll never complain about having eye candy for a neighbor, but… But you don’t want Jungkook to get the wrong idea…if he starts talking to you more... You quickly shake the thought away, reminding yourself to return to reality from the depth of your personal daydream. Jungkook is not interested in you in that way by any means. He, at most, wants to become friends, which is understandable for a person he would be living with for an additional year. That’s fair. You want to be friends, too. You just also want him to talk you through his day while he’s fingering you, that’s all. The next anomaly occurs at 5 pm when Jungkook gets home surprisingly much later than he usually does. For him, 30 minutes late is a lot. It throws off his routine. “Welcome back home.” You say casually as he strolls in. You try your best to appear as if you’re as unfazed as ever about his entry. You try not to make it disgustingly obvious that you weren’t just there relaxing anymore; you were waiting. For him to come home. To welcome him back. This time, though, he doesn’t respond shortly as he ducks back towards his room. You hear the rustling of bags as he sets them down on the dining table. He then waltzes over to you and lays a palm on the crown of your head. “Hey,” he breathes. In movies or dramas, this is the moment where your world freezes, just becoming so petrified that even time doesn’t dare to move. You gulp hard, your heart racing even more so than it initially was in anticipation. What were you supposed to do? “Did you…enjoy your day off?” He asks. “Did you rest enough?”

“Um..” Your voice trails, mind still entranced by his hand resting on top of your hand. It was such a gentle gesture, so soft and timid, like him. Such a well-suited affection for his kind of temperament. “I had…a relaxing day. It was nice.” You manage to speak, but you stare ahead toward the door, not bold enough to look at the face he’s making while he touches you. He finally lowers his hand and inside, you’re screaming about it, protesting profusely to the removal of his closeness. “What about you? Was work okay?” You ask, breathing returning to normal as he heads back to the dining table to un-bag his things. The first thing he takes out is a little bottle of hazelnut creamer. Your heart is so warm you think you feel it beginning to melt. “Work was less stressful. We’re close to done with this project, so now there’s not as much silence in the office. Everyone is slowly starting to act like real people again. It was driving me insane. When intense projects happen, it disrupts my routine so much. People stop saying good morning. I don’t feel comfortable saying anything more than I already don’t. And I think the secretary hates me because I kept messing up my report and printing it incorrectly. It created unnecessary work for her and it wasted a lot of paper. I made sure to pick some up while I was at the store to replace it, but…” He stops suddenly and frowns. “Sorry, I just realized I was rambling again.” You couldn’t hide your adoring smile even if you bothered trying. “You’re talking about your day. There’s nothing wrong with that, especially if the person you’re talking to wants to know all the seemingly useless details.” He has this habit of just peering at you at times when you respond to his long-windedness with openness to experience. And boy were you dangerously open to experiencing him. “And…do you…?” He asked slowly, head tilted to the side. “Want to hear even the unimportant details?” You shrugged casually and nodded once. You decide on an endearing response with a touch of humor just to soften the landing for your heart as it’s doing its somersaults. “I don’t mind hearing about your day in great detail…It’s like listening to an audiobook for free.” He rolls his eyes, lips quirking. “You…” A soft shake of the head. “Anyway, what’d you do today? Stay on the couch engrossed in your dramas?” “I cleaned up a bit, did some homework, met our new neighbor, and binged on a drama, yes.” His brows furrow. “We didn’t already have a neighbor?” “That’s what I said. I didn’t know the unit across the hall was empty, but he came by to ask if he could have some butter and introduce himself.” Jungkook’s face scrunches up, slightly disgusted and confused. “Butter? Like…to just eat?” “Kook, what?” You ask laughing. “No, dummy. He’s a baker. He started making cupcakes and realized he didn’t have any. He said he’d bring back the excess.” Again, a revolted display of emotion. “y/n, I don’t want any food back after it’s left this flat. There’re all kinds of new germs and particles on it now. Why would I consume that or allow you to? What kind of person do you take me for? God only knows what he does in that unit. And if he double dips? If he sticks his fingers in his mouth and touches the container without washing his hands? Ew. There’s no way for us to even verify. The number of available and unfavorable possibilities is disgusting in itself. And bakers seem like the ‘lick their fingers clean’ type, so…he can keep the butter. I’ll get more.” You pursed your lips together, clasping them shut to keep your amused smile from showing how endearing you found him to be and to keep from laughing at his sheer seriousness, at how comical all his particularities are but adorable in the same breath. Peculiar as ever. “Okay, if he tries to return it, I’ll reject it.” “That would be best.” He nods curtly. “I’m making dinner in a little while…do you…want to help me? Or will it throw your relaxation routine off?”

You snort. “Kook, I don’t have a relaxation routine. The relaxation is disrupting the routine in a good way. But yes…what are we making?” And there it is again, that little smile that makes you want to clutch at your chest. That was the last anomaly. Making dinner with Jungkook. Having a second Tuesday is another good disruption to the routine. The following Tuesday, you’re giddy as you head home from class. You aren’t sure what moment did it for you, but you’ve settled comfortably into the fact that you like him, that given the opportunity, you’d peel back every single layer of his existence to taste and lick and know every part of him. It didn’t bother you to be just friends and roommates with him, though. You guys lived together. Even if something were to come of it, if it went south, it would really destroy the living dynamic you guys have established, which is quite comfortable. Gentle. Tender. Warm. Homely. Besides, he reserves special kinds of platonic affections for you that suffice. As you approach the building, you see your neighbor Taehyung struggling to balance a tall stack of white, flat boxes while he tries to open the door to the building. You jog up to the door to open it for him to help. “Ah, thank you, y/n the neighbor.” He says graciously. “Saving me yet again.” Taehyung was nice enough but he seemed to be quirky in his own way. You were starting to wonder if it was a prerequisite for being accepted for housing in this place. When he returned the butter, he was immensely offended by Jungkook’s suggestion that he ‘tainted their butter with his baker’s breath’ and demanded that he take back his butter, to which Jungkook’s lip curled up in disgust as he emphasized that he especially didn’t want it then. It ended with Taehyung leaving the butter by the door and sitting it on the ground, both oddballs were unwilling to claim the absurdity. You ended up picking it up and throwing it away. While it was a comical event all around, seeing the two of them standing in the doorway trading glares over the sanitation of butter was one of the strangest, oddest, most random occurrences you’d witnessed. “Do you need help, Taehyung?” You ask laughing. “You look like you’re one, fragile step away from it all crumbling down.” He sighs. “If you don’t mind and it won’t taint your precious hands to touch my baker’s boxes, then yes, you may help me.” “For the record, I have absolutely no stock or stance in the butter sanitation conundrum. I am but an innocent bystander. So, no, your baker’s boxes aren’t at risk of tainting my hands.” You roll your eyes at him. “You’re really dramatic, you know.” “Criticizing me is not helpful.” He notes. “And I’m not certain, but I thought you asked to help.” “Fine,” you grumble, grabbing a stack of the boxes out of his hands. “What’s all this for anyway?” He smiles triumphantly. “I got my first big gig as a freelance baker. I’m making 50 Spiderman cupcakes for a 5-year-old’s birthday party tomorrow.” “Wow, that’s really cool. Congrats on that one. Are you excited?” “Excited…is certainly a word. Maybe not one I’d use to describe this, but a word nonetheless. If you can’t tell by the thick layer of perspiration and sweat gathering on my forehead, everything is great and not stressful at all.” You pout, oddly concerned for his results. “Are you going to be able to pull it off?” “Well, the thing is that…no?”  He laughs and so do you. “My friend Seokjin was supposed to be my helper so I could pull it off, but apparently chasing skirts is more important than making and icing cupcakes for a child’s birthday party. I wouldn’t know since I respect the brotherly code of conduct and would never, but it is what is. I hope he gets laid.” You nod. “Me too…but I hope they have a hard time performing. He shouldn’t have bailed on you. This seems…important to you.”

“Ah, y/n the neighbor is observant, Taehyung notes.” He narrates himself in the third person. “It is pretty important to me. But…just to me.” That upset you deeply. You know what it’s like to have your dream not be taken seriously. All this time, you were in school for anthropology. No one really saw the benefit or believed in what you wanted to do, which is why you were basically out here trying to prove your parents wrong, that you’re capable of developing a strong, steady life without their endless income streams. You hated the idea that he was clearly very passionate about baking, about doing this kind of custom work, but his friends weren’t supporting him, and now he was scrambling. “Do you have to be a talented baker to be a baker’s assistant?” You ask biting your lip. His eyes twinkle. “Not at all! You just need two hands and a decent enough ability to follow a series of simple directions.” Nodding resolutely, you smile. “Then consider me self-appointed as the baker’s elf. Let’s go get these cupcakes made, Taehyung the baker.” To this, he beamed. “y/n the neighbor is starting to seem a bit like a friendly neighborhood Spiderman herself.” Making cupcakes from scratch was no fucking joke. There were so many steps. It really was a series of simple directions, but if those simple directions were off even by a little, it ruined the batch and you had to start again. You hadn’t realized how time-consuming it was. You hadn’t really kept up with the time, but you caught a glimpse of the time on the television. It was already 8 ‘o clock. Your eyes widen. “Shit, I need to go to my apartment.” You tell him urgently. “Are you okay from here or should I come back?” He shakes his head smiling. “You’ve done so much. I just need to finish working on these last 15. I got it. Thank you so much, y/n. You didn’t have to help but you did. It means a lot.” “No problem, but next time, I expect to take home one of my own.” He laughs. “Next time?” “Taehyung the baker seems to need help a lot.” You say with a shrug. “See you later!” You duck out quickly. Even though you’re only across the hall, you feel like you’re going to walk in and be in a lot of trouble. You hadn’t even bothered looking at your phone. When you walk in, Jungkook is sitting on the couch. His head snaps to you immediately. “You’re okay!” He says, relief evident in his voice as he stands to his feet. “Where have you been? I hadn’t heard from you in hours and I got really worried about you.” He walked over to you but kept a small distance between your bodies, looking you over for any sign of harm. Your entire face flushed. You felt yourself shrinking in as your face reddened. “Sorry,” You said, looking down at your feet. “I was across the hall. I was helping Taehyung wi—“ He cuts you off, brows knitting together, lips in a frustrated pout. “The unsanitary baker? Why?” “If you would let me finish…” You snap, giving him a hard look. “His friend bailed on helping him and he got his first big order as a freelance baker. I was home so I helped. I was really busy so I wasn’t keeping track of time well. You wouldn’t believe how hard it is it make cupcakes from scratch.” An exasperated sigh leaves your lips just recounting the last few hours mentally. He’s not looking at you anymore when he speaks next. “You baked cupcakes with him?” He asked. “Like…you baked them together?” You felt confused but nodded. “…Yes? That’s what ‘helping’ would entail in this situation. He was stressed and I felt bad because I know what it’s like for no one to truly believe in you.”

“Fine,” he spits, lips set in a hard line. “I hope it got done. Dinner’s on the stove.” He walks past you toward the hallway then, his back turned. “And please wash your hands before you touch anything.” Then…he just walks straight to his room without another word, leaving you feeling perplexed by his response. His bedroom door closes a little harder than usual and you fear you may have made a grave mistake by hanging out with Taehyung, especially when it was abundantly clear upon the first interaction that they would not get along well. So, maybe he feels like bailing on cooking to hang out with Taehyung then not even letting him know was a jerk move and you agree.

Since that event, the rest of the week was very awkward. And even though you didn’t see each other often on weekdays already, you had this inkling that he was avoiding you at all costs. He even stopped making his coffee in the morning. Just slipped out into the early morning. You woke up close to 10 am, very late, for every day it occurred. An obnoxious disruption in your routine, and he didn’t make dinner at all. You went to bed pouting and hungry. Today, another anomaly occurs when Tuesday rolls around: your class has been canceled. Ever the diligent student, you check your emails daily. When you finally get around to grabbing your phone in the morning, it’s the first thing you do. To your surprise, the one class you had was canceled due to the professor being ill. You took great pleasure in this beautiful disruption because the regular routine was now back in motion and you woke to the heavenly scent of Colombian. You wander out into the living room after brushing your hair. Jungkook was leaning back against the marble counter, sipping quietly from a dark-colored mug. “Good morning,” you announce quietly, making sure not to frighten him. His eyes dart to your presence, and you just pause where you are, unsure if proceeding any closer is safe. “Morning,” a short and dull response. “You’re up early.” You shake your head, playing with your hands nervously. “I’m always up this early. The smell of your coffee wakes me up every morning. I just usually stay in my room and get ready.” “Oh,” his voice is small. After a long pause, he asks, “Is it bothersome?” To answer, you smile lazily and offer another small head shake. “Not at all. It’s actually my favorite alarm. Very quiet and very pleasant. I’ve been waking up late the last week nearly. My routine…was thrown off.”

With all the gall in the world, he scoffs. “Since when do you care about keeping a routine?” “What?” You ask softly, voice slightly wounded and face fluttering into confusion. “What do you mean?” “You skipped out on our routine last week and that didn’t seem to matter to you at all.” He states simply. Your guilty eyes look at your nervously shuffling feet. “So, what is it? Why did you hang out with him and bake with him?” You’re not sure if it’s the irritated tone he’s now choosing to take with you or the underlying insinuation that you, a grown woman, owe him a reasonable explanation for why you exerted autonomy and chose to help him. As if you did something morally reprehensible by helping Taehyung. You’re not even certain Jungkook is actually, fully angry that you bailed so much as he’s angry about who you were with and what you were doing instead, which is still unfathomable why it’s his business. Yes, you should have let him know and you can own that because you know he probably waited a while for you to show back up and you never did, but you’re not going to stand here and let him reprimand you for hanging out at your neighbor’s unit just because he’s decided he doesn’t like him for quite literally no real reason at all. “Um, are you my father?” You ask, your face scrunching up in frustration. “He’s our new neighbor, Jungkook. He needed help. I’m just being kind, and I like hanging out with him. He’s funny an—” He cuts you off. “You like hanging out with him?” “Yes…?” It’s silent between the two of you then, his eyes going blank and glossy. “Why? What’s so special about his place? Why would you prefer spending Tuesday there?” You were genuinely appalled by his response. You expected he might not like the idea of you hanging out with someone he dislikes, but he’s not your parent or your partner, and he’s only become a friend recently. The way you feel like you’re being forced to justify your very simple, very innocent actions of helping Taehyung was absolutely unacceptable because no matter how many times you say it, telling Jungkook you did it because Taehyung needed help and it was important for him to have it was not a sufficient explanation for him. But it’s the truth and it not being enough for him…is not necessarily your burden to bear.

“Jungkook, I don’t owe you an explanation as to why I had a good time hanging out with him and helping him make cupcakes so his first, real order can lead to more. I don’t have to explain anything I choose to do with anyone. I don’t owe you or your ego elaboration.” “Well…” His voice trails and he’s quiet for a minute as his skin slowly reddened and he nervously bites his lower lip. When he looks at you again and speaks, his voice is incredibly soft, unbearably wounded, and pained. “I want an explanation anyway. Because I thought you liked spending your Tuesday nights with me, but you went over there instead of staying to see me and make dinner together.  And you didn’t even tell me. Just left me waiting on you. What’s that about?” The sheer shock and confusion of his confession must be evident on your face. You feel your mouth part as if you want to speak but you don’t. Your brows knit together, trying to make sense of his stance so you can properly answer his question. Your heart is already racing because…it seems Jungkook may have developed feelings of his own…toward you. “Wait…wait…” Your voice trails, you’re still looking up, eyes blinking rapidly and eyes narrowing not in a sinister way but dubious, because as it stands, your current theory that he might have feelings for you, too, is truly unfounded and is permeated by perplexity. “Is…is that why you’re upset?” You ask him. “Because I ended up helping him and missing one Tuesday with you?” He sighs and nods, frustration exuded in his body language as if you've just stated the utter obvious simply to upset him. “You told me you liked our little tradition to cook together, but then picked another guy to make food with the very next week? An unsanitary one at that? And…and…you know what? I want to do that with you. Making dinner isn’t fun on my own. Not on Tuesdays. Not if you’re not here with me, and especially not if you’re not here because you’re over there and want to be there more than you want to be here. With me.” Your question came out suddenly with your tone layered with urgency. “Jungkook…do you like me?” He just stares at you, mouth slightly agape, looking as if you've asked a stupid question. As if he were soundlessly asking ‘You’re not serious, right?’ His next comment confirmed your intuition and also attested to your ability to read his expressions now. “y/n, are you seriously asking me that? Are you oblivious? After all this time? As if it wasn’t completely obvious that I do.” You snort. “Jungkook, if you liked me all this time, it was absolutely, undeniably, irrevocably not obvious.” “I gave you a hand towel that matches mine and placed them next to each other.” He details with a flat voice and a roll of his eyes. You look at him, growing progressively more flabbergasted by his position in the ongoing argument. He lives in a delusional mental world where he thinks his feelings, in all their silent conquest, would be thoroughly known and understood. Even though you've never spoken to him about anything of the sort.

“Jungkook…you do realize you criticized me for the number of paper towels I used, right? I thought you were  just…solving the problem you created.” He has the audacity to groan. “I’ve made dinner for you to eat when you come home since the first time you left me a sticky note apologizing for eating my extras.” “Yes, because you always make excess. That’s what you said!” You huff, arms folding over your chest. He can’t seriously believe he has a little avalanche of decent examples of his ‘liking you’ being obvious. There’s just no way. He would have to be completely disregarding every other aspect of objective reality except his own thoughts and perception in order to come to the conclusion that placing a hand towel on a bar or letting you have the extra food he’d make regardless were his attempts to court you. As if. “I got upset when you filled in for a coworker on a Tuesday instead of coming home and I was only distressed because you weren’t here to tell me welcome home. I told you I didn’t feel welcomed without it!” Now his voice is raising, aghast and disbelieving. You shrug, just staring at him with a flat affect and dawning freshly picked neutrality. “I thought you were joking and finally developing a sense of humor. I was proud of you.” A squeak. He’s watching all his ridiculous reasonings be debunked and he just continues trailing down the list of him, much to your dismay. Because if he’d just shut up for a moment, they can get off the topic of what would have made it obvious and move on to something way more important, much more impactful. Is he going to kiss you soon or what? So peculiar. He would rather argue you down than take his shot with you and watch himself hit a bullseye. “I gave you my special mug to keep for your own because you said you wanted it.” Another eye roll. “You broke my own special mug and told me to pick the one I wanted! I thought it was an eye for an eye. A mug for a mug.” He gestures towards the refrigerator. “I brought creamer, a banned substance, into this apartment for you.” “It’s creamer, Kook, not a confession. Please be serious.” This time, his voice is small and sheepish. “I started giving you…head pats.” “…” You can’t refute the intimacy of that one. You know it. He knows it. The smug smirk on his face not only knows it but is gloating about it. “Fine, you got me there, but that still isn’t enough to infer romantic interest.” “y/n, I blatantly asked you to make it a permanent date with me to make dinner together on Tuesdays. How much more obvious do I need to be?”

You furiously shake your head, protesting his claim. “You formally requested assistance with dinner on Tuesdays. The word date was not aforementioned. You made it seem mandatory, in fact. You said it was only fair.” Now, he’s blushing, the tips of his ears going red. “It’s not mandatory, per se. It’s just the principle. And even still, you say that as a counter, yet you went over to his place instead of coming home to be with me…doing the cooking we agreed on and mutually enjoyed.” You scoff. “But it’s not mandatory to cook?” “Well cooking isn’t mandatory, but it is mandatory that you genuinely like me back if we’re going to be doing domestic things like making meals to eat together. Consistently. And openly. So when you do it with me for weeks and tell me entirely unprovoked that you like doing it with me, it gives the impression you want to be domestic with me. I only spend time at home, so I take that very seriously. I was starting to feel played with.” You won’t lie. All of his nonsense was just that: nonsense. But the idea that you left him feeling like you were giving mixed signals or like you were stringing him along for the fun of it, deeply wounds you inside. Because you also like him. A hell of a lot. You would never go off and be intentionally confusing. “I wish you had said it clearly. We would have been on the same page a long time ago probably. I wouldn’t be spending a single Tuesday there if I knew why you wanted me here.” “I genuinely don’t understand how you didn’t notice.” He grumbles. “I genuinely don’t understand how you could possibly think I would?” You counter, the statement falling from your lips like a question that requires clarification. He steps closer to you, and for the first time, you see something new in his eyes: determination, passion, need, and desire. Your breath hitched in your throat when one hand went to your waist, tugging you closer to him, the other cupping your cheek. Your heart. That’s all you can hear is your heart thumping wildly in your chest as if it might combust. “How is this for being crystal clear? y/n, I like making dinner for you and with you. I like that our hand towels are matching and next to each other. I like that the smell of my coffee wakes you up in the morning…I want to be the one that wakes you up in the mornings. So…with that being said, it’s Tuesday and I want to make dinner with you. If you want to make dinner with me, understand that you’re consenting to romantic affiliation.” “Understood,” It comes out with no hesitation, your eyes glancing between his caramel pools and his pretty, pink lips begging and beckoning. “So, you’ll make dinner with me and consent to romantic affiliation?” He asks, a lopsided grin forming. His choice of words begs a chuckle from you. Smirking, you nod. “Kook, are you seriously asking me that? Are you oblivious?” “Can I kiss you now? I’ve been dying to for the last few months, admittedly.” You pout, feigning a great deal of disappointment and concern. “If you don’t know the answer, then maybe I really should go back across the hall…” His grip on your waist tightens, a soft thumb caressing your cheek and that subtle smile you adore. “We’re definitely kissing because you have to be quiet. Like right now.”

You laugh. “Wow. That one was actually really funny.” “What?” He asks, thrown by your response. “Oh nothing,” you sing. “C’mere, you.” Smiling at your urge to draw him in, he leans down then, no longer willing to waste time being idle with you or just staring into each other until you couldn’t take it. When his lips touch yours, the only thing you can think about is how soft his lips are, how smooth they are, how gently he keeps you against his torso, how shyly his lips move with yours like he just wanted to test you out and know how you felt, like his lips have more to offer, but much like his conversational skill, you would have to coax him out of his timidity. When you both pull apart, you reach your hand up to touch his, tugging very gently on his fingers. He obliges your silent requests for his hand just watching you with an enamored gaze, moving his palm from your face and allowing you to tangle your hands together. You officially loved his hands very much. You felt his hand on your cheek and now wrapped around every space of your fingers. Lastly, the most peculiar thing of all about Jungkook seems to be just how correct your theory was: his hands were like fucking satin, and they took immaculate care of anything they were tasked with touching.

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candles & flames: fire | jjk (m)

chapter II: fire

Summary: The aftermath of wicked deception and painful revelations. You’re lost and confused, and so is he.

➳ pairing:Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: enemies to lovers, royal!au; angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings: oblivious jk, hurt oc, misunderstandings, miscommunication is my brand lol, deception, lies, tension, tears, fights, crying, yearning so much yearning !!!, insecurity, flashbacks, pov switch, mention of past minor character death, jk as a kid, angst!; explicit sexual content: hook-ups, fondling with tiddies, biting, bit of choking, kissing, fondling with pussay, erection, bit of grinding, bit of dom!jk, yearning; the ending </3 ➳ wc: 22.8k ➳ a/n: phew okay, here goes :’) super nervous about this one, and super excited for the last/upcoming one. i hope everything turned out well and that you guys enjoy it. as always, do let me know what you think… i appreciate y’all a lot 🥺 !! 👑🤍 ➳ a/n2: this is part 2 to my mini-series candles & flames !! read part 1 here <3

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When a rhythmic knocking sounds against your entrance door the next morning, you already know who trudged his entire way down to your house.

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Stay Focused | jungkook

➭ summary: your dorm mate and best friend Jungkook isn’t pleased to hear that your boyfriend was over the week he was away. but wow did he look hot when he was pissed off…

➭genre: smut with a little plot if you squint, collage au, drabble

➭warnings: unprotected s*x (don’t do that), cheating (also don’t do that), kinda rough s*x, cuss words, jk lowkey worships you, fingering, jealousy, dirty talk, jungkook’s territorial

➭note: thank you all so much your your love on my last two things (despite the evidence I do write about the rest of bts, coming soon). i actually love you all. anyways i don’t know what demon possessed me to write this in a public setting but enjoy!!

“Did you miss me?”

Those were the first words your best friend said to you after not seeing you for a week. He said it with a stupid smirk that matched his mocking tone.

You wouldn’t dare admit that you had in fact, started to miss him the first day you woke up to an empty dorm. You knew it would boost his ego to much and just encourage his flirty and teasing behavior that you certainly didn’t need more of.

Normally he would be up hours before you to get in a good work out at the gym to make sure his brawny muscles that stood out in the white tee he would wear after getting out of the shower look good.

You’d wake up when he was done with his shower. His long wet hair and visible arm tattoos were a nice sight to wake up to and he wouldn’t miss a beat to tease you about your wondering eyes. Everyday it was a new remark in the same teasing voice.

‘Like what you see, darling?’

‘You’re undressing me with your eyes again, sweetheart.’

‘Photographic memory I see.’

You could admit Jungkook was dangerously attractive and had no shame hitting on you most of the time. When you had first moved in and before he was actually interested in your personality, you had to quickly inform him you were taken with your new boyfriend at the time, Theo before he could do anything drastic.

Did that stop him?

For the most part, no.

He still complimented and hit on you, most of the time for his own fun and pleasure as he watched you blush and tell him to knock it off. But he stopped being so touchy with you and gave you a little space. You wouldn’t admit that you grew to miss his cuddles or his back hugs. The way his hands slithered around your waist always made your insides turn.

Theo had quickly realized Jungkook’s charm and potential as well. The first time he came over the dorm, he would not let you alone with Jungkook (despite living alone with him already). The air was so thick a knife couldn’t cut it and it almost made you physically ill. Later that night while you and Theo were on the couch watching a movie, Jungkook was in his room. You had jolted hard when Theo’s lips unexpectedly hit your neck, biting and sucking till a purple bruise was clearly visible.

Two things changed that night.

Jungkook became touchy again, and Theo became more protective.

Theo always found an excuse to come to your dorm, leaving things like his toothbrush or shirts in your dorm just to anger Jungkook. Whenever he and Jungkook were in the same space he had to be touching you. Whether it was holding hands or a hand on your hips. He also started trying to get you to switch rooms, and constantly blew up your phone and made allegations about you and Jungkook when you said it would be easier to just stay.

“There’s only one way to know. Try leaving again.” I respond flatly, rolling my eyes at him but he just chuckled, not convinced. “Right~” he responds sarcastically a sly smile appeared on his lips as he strolled over to the couch were you were sat.

“I wasn’t!” You deny again, getting defensive at his sarcastic and cocky tone. It was starting to become a reflex to prove Jungkook wrong any chance you got. You both were very competitive with each other and it was strangely something you two enjoyed. (Video games were your favorite sport.)

“I had company.” You inform him with a smug smile, knowing it would piss him off. Jungkook was always touchy about Theo coming over to the dorm. What reason, you never really knew but he did not like the thought of him and you being alone in the dorm. And he communicated and made that clear to you.

You listened to him, wanting to respect his wishes and person things. So Theo never came over the dorm while he was away.

Till that week.

Jungkook realized you were talking about Theo when he recognized the shirt you were wearing. It was a white and black shirt that Theo wore often. It was loose and big on you and it smelled a lot like his strong cologne causing Jungkook to scrunch his nose in disgust.

“You had him over while I was away?” He asked you, biting the inside of his cheek. His teasing expression fell as his eyes showed a little betrayal. He was mostly pissed as fuck at you, and he had made sure to show it.

“I know how you feel about it but I promise he never went near your room.” I said, quickly trying to clear my name and reassure him that he didn’t do anything.

The last thing you needed was to be on Jungkook’s bad side when he just came back. Sure you missed his presence, but you also missed having him as a friend and companion. Deep below the teasing and flirting, he was supportive and playful.

“That’s not the point, Y/N.” He said in a low, menacing tone that made you shiver as he leaned over you who looked up at him. His arms sunk in the couch which held him up as he slowly closed some of the distance between you.

“He has a dorm mate who always has her friends over. It was just more conve—“ you start to explain becoming nervous at his sudden movement, trying to make him realize it wasn’t as serious and that you didn’t do it just to spite him.

“So you let him fuck you on the couch I sit on?” He interrupted you with a harsh whisper, sending goosebumps through your body. Your stunned at his words, to flustered to answer. You hadn’t realized how hot he was when he was pissed till now as he stared down at you with a intense gaze, studying your ever move.

“Well when you phrase it like that it sounds—!” You start to respond offensively, stumbling over the question but he doesn’t give you much time to answer after that anyways.

Instead of beaming down at you with a intense stare like he was, his expression changes. His eyes are full of mischief and his lips start to curl into a soft grin.

“Did he make you feel good?” He questioned you with a taunting voice. Although he sounded like he was mocking you, his eyes gave you a stern look. He looked ready to pounce on you. Like he was angry more at Theo than you now.

“I am not having this conversation with you.” You huffed, looking away from his gaze as butterflies filled your stomach. You were beginning to get warm, to warm. Jungkook didn’t need to know about your sex life, even if it wasn’t the best.

One of the problems with Theo despite him being overly protective and always jumping to conclusions, was that the sex you had was terrible. He didn’t last long, and it more awkward and uncomfortable than pleasurable. At first, you thought it was a you problem. But a quick Amazon purchase made you realize it wasn’t.

You knew Jungkook would have a field day knowing that information, but he immediately came to the conclusion on his own when he saw your sour expression while thinking about it.

“Aw, you poor thing.” He laughed causing you to groan in embarrassment. Something flashes in his eyes as he closes the gap between you. He’s so close you can feel his hot breath tickle your nose as he’s eyes shine at you. He puts a hand under your chin and pushes you to look back at him taking in your embarrassed face with a smirk.

“Jungkook...” you mumble a warning to him. You had never been this close to him before, and you’ve never seen so much lust and mischief in his eyes. You couldn’t do this, not while you were still with Theo.

But naturally, Jungkook didn’t seem to care at this point. About your warning or about Theo. “You don’t know how much I had to stop myself from fucking you all this time. Ever since you moved, Y/N.” He whispers, moving his face slightly as he pressed soft kisses on your ear. He trailed down, leaving more passionate and strong kisses in your neck.

“Jungkook~” you said again this time coming out in more of a moan as you began to squirm, feeling uncomfortable and wet below. Something Theo could never really do.

“I can’t believe I thought for a second he could handle you.” He spoke seductively and strong, almost growling. You couldn’t believe you were getting turned on to your best friend degrading your boyfriend. “And all this time you knew I could take better care of you.” He says, almost disappointed that you didn’t ask him for help and stayed loyal.

You knew Jungkook was skillful. Just by the way he’d move his fingers while typing on his keyboard or making dinner. Any time you cuddled or just any type of skin to skin contact you’d get excited and your stomach grew warm.

He trailed down to your collarbone, sucking on it before ripping Theo’s shirt off you angrily and throwing it to the floor. “Have to get rid of his horrible fucking smell.” He growls, the sudden cool breeze that hit your skin making you shiver.

He plants a soft but needy kiss on your lips, and you become weak accepting what was happening and melting into the kiss. You laid your back onto the couch as he leaned against you on now completely on top of you. His kiss quickly turned into a passionate and hungry one, biting your bottom lip before sliding his tongue to explore your mouth.

His hand starts to move up your leg, stopping and planting it on your inner thigh which causes you to whine. You were sex deprived, your core almost hurting from the lack of pleasure when he was so close to touching it.

He chuckled, his chest vibrating against yours as he pulled his lips away. “I know, I know.” He said, voice dipped in honey. “I shouldn’t tease when your practically starving, but I can’t help it when you’ve refused me all this time.” His voice is teasing and playful but his hand starts to move again. Pinching hard on your inner thigh and the pain makes you both moan and wince, the skin contact making your mind hazy.

In own quick swift motion, he shoves his hand under your pants pressing his middle finger against your panties as he drawls circles on your clothed cunt.

“Your already so wet.” He practically moans, loving how needy you were for him already as he felt your juices from your panties. He places another small kiss on your lips after, as if rewarding you for being so aroused.

Finally, he lifts himself up to take off your shorts, having no trouble and tossing them to the floor. You quickly urge him to do the same, tugging on his shirt causing him to chuckle and helps you remove his shirt.

You almost drool when you see his glistening six pack and big muscles. It was the first time you’d actually seen them without clothing and it was godly. “Is it everything you hoped for?” He whispers, letting out a deep chuckle as he leans down to take off your bra, kissing your sensitive nipples softly as your back arches.

You nod, your throat to hot and your tongue to tied for you to speak so focused on what was happening. You moan as his tongue plays with the tip of your nipple, squirming under him.

A hand sneaks back up and calmly slips itself under your panties before pushing them completely down to your legs. He rubs your pussy first before taking his middle finger and slowly inserting it into your pussy.

You grip onto his arm as I slowly take his finger. When you whine for more he gets into a rhythm and pumps his finger in and out of you as your juice gets all over his finger and hand as he easily shoves his ring finger in next. It feels heavenly as his fingers curl deeper inside you and you match his rhythm and buck his hips.

It doesn’t take long for your organism to approach, having not felt so good in months. You felt like you were in cloud high just by his hand. Your walls clenched around him, begging him to go faster as you could see the white gates but instead he easily takes his fingers out of you.

“Jungkook..” you quickly whine your insides aching when his hand leaves but he just chuckles at you again.

“Don’t worry baby. I have something better for you.” He whispers, distracting you with a steamy kiss as he takes off his sweats and boxers. You could already see his big bulge before he took off his boxers, which sprung and twitched when he actually managed to get them off.

He was bigger than what you had imagined. Much bigger. And he dripped with precum which he mixed with your juices from his hand as he took a minute to stroke himself.

Suddenly, your phone started to ring which quickly catches your attention. You take your pleading eyes off of him and look on the nearby coffee table. You can see your phone screen from here as it lit up.

Theo🥰

You panic, reaching for it as blush rushing up to your face. You had forgotten all about Theo for a second and start to lean over to the coffee table. But your motion is stopped when Jungkook suddenly rams his hard cock into your throbbing pussy.

You let out a loud moan, hands balling into a fist as he gives you no time to adjust to his large size as he pounds deeply into you, the whole couch shaking and moving. You leaned so desperately needed the roughness as you closed your eyes.

“Stay focused, baby.” He whispers in a deep breathless voice, using a hand to force your face back at him and not your vibrating phone.

He starts to let out his own grunts when he feels you tighten around him, your stomach growing tighter as you reach a euphoria state.

“I-I’m gonna..” you pant tears forming into your eyes as you choke on your words. You grab onto his bare shoulder, nails digging into his skin as he tightens a grip on your waist to thrust harder.

Small tears fall down your face as you cream all over his dick, body shaking with pleasure as he continues to fuck you casing his own climax.

“Fuck. Your so tight. He can never stretch you like I can.” He says through moans as he becomes faster and sloppier. All of his load shoots into you as he pulls himself away from you and watches as his cum drips from you.

He stares at his masterpiece then back at you with a loving gaze before wiping your tears. It took you to long to realize that this is what you wanted all along.

not my fault | jjk (m)

Summary: After sparking a sinful conversation on a dating app, you vow to yourself that you won’t give in to more the notorious college fuckboy Jeon Jungkook might have to offer. That is, until he rings your doorbell just one night later – and it’s truly not your fault that he’s so damn hard to resist.

➵ pairing: Jungkook x female reader ➵ rating: 18+ ➵ genre:classmates to lovers, college!au; fluff, smut ➵ warnings: sexual tension, flirting/teasing/provoking, banter, a dating app :’), she has a crush on him but won’t admit it, grumpy roommate joon, crack dialogue, fuckboy!jk who wears glasses in class, idk that much about pharmacy i apologise; explicit sexual content: sexting, he makes her horny in public, petnames !!, fingering, edging, oral (f. & m. rec.), dom and big cawk jk wbk, he’s SO cocky, spanks (ass & clit ones), some choking, praising, messy but protected sex, she swallows his load <3, jk rlly loves her ass <3 ➵ word count: 12.6k ➵ a/n: been itching to write a lighthearted college au for so long and here we gooo !! @missgeniality​​​​​​​ thank you for enduring me and making this better and for not k*lling me yet, love thou, kitty <33 enjoy y’all – feedback is always appreciated !! <3

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“What’s with the constant yelling on this goddamn campus?”

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to turn a bad thing good | jjk. II

➵ summary: jungkook’s drunken one night stand goes awry when he comes to learn not only is he being forced into an arranged marriage, but it’s to the very girl he abandoned that night—and things get a lot more complicated when you’re the best hookup he’s ever had.  

➵ pairing: ceo!jungkook x law student!f. reader

➵ genre: series, arranged marriage!au, fwb!au (?), haters to lovers!au, smut, fluff, angst  

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 13k

➵ warnings: swearing, loads of angsty arguing aGAIN, sexual tension at its finest, depictions of anxiety and ptsd

➵ a/n: second chapter is hERE! thank you endlessly to everyone who waited for me despite completely disappearing 😭 life got crazy but i was always working on this second chapter, can’t wait until the third hehehehe. 🥺 pls forgive me for mistakes i did not have a beta bLEH. your feedback means the world to me <3

chapter two: “i’ll be in airplane mode”

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Jungkook is going to implode. 

He’s currently showering, letting the therapeutic water beat down his body this morning as he nurses a nasty crook in his neck; courtesy of sleeping on the couch. But that’s not the worst of his problems, no, the worst of his problems is soundlessly slumbering in his bed outside. 

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Study Sessions 📁

this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks so i decided to post it, i liked the overall concept/vibe of this 🗯️

pairing: tutor!jungkook x afab!reader

wc: 1.9k

Your tutor helps you relieve some stress when you’re feeling overwhelmed.

genre & tags are under the cut ⬎

genre/tags: smut, fluff, college au, oc is implied to be a virgin, guided masturbation, corruption kink, praise kink

“Can we please skip this one?” You mewl, looking at the math equation like it’s in a third language.

Math sucks. You aced every other subject except that one, it was your Achilles heel. Spending countless years praying to the math wizards that you’ll barely pass by the skin of your teeth. This time however, you’re literally failing Precalc and it’s almost nearing the semester.

So what does your mom do to help?

Hire’s the absolute hottest tutor she could possibly find to help you but ends up distracting you the whole time. Well not exactly— she didn’t hire him because he was hot but he was the best rated tutor in the area and he seemed to be around your age.

“We can’t skip this one y/n, it’s important and will most likely be on your upcoming exam.” Jungkook says, pointing his finger at the equation. “The first step should always be dividing each coefficient of the term, so we take ax² + bx + c to get 0, and just follow the quadratic formula…”

None of his words were making the slightest bit of sense to you. It was so easy to drown out his soft spoken voice to daydream in those rich mocha eyes. You wanted to thank your mom for hiring this tutor, not because you’re going to pass this class but instead, you get to endlessly fantasize about him. The way his index finger would glide over the paper had you thinking all types of thoughts. You’ve never had fingers inside you, wondering what it would feel like if he were to touch you.

It was beginning to get rather uncomfortable to sit, the pool in between your legs made your panties a wet and sticky mess. You wondered what those pretty pink rosy lips can do too.

“Are you even listening y/n?” He interrupts your perverted mind, bringing you back down to Earth.

“Uh, yeah— I was listening to everything!” You didn’t even think you sounded convincing to him, “I understood absolutely everything you just said.”

“Do you even believe yourself when you say things like that? I know you weren’t paying attention to a single thing I told you y/n…” Jungkook voices with concern, “we— I mean you have a final exam coming up in 2 weeks and by the looks of it you’re not going to pass if you don’t do well on this.”

You notice the slip up when he said “we” and it only fueled more fire to your unhinged fantasies. It wasn’t even a big deal if you fail this class anymore, you can just hire him again for next semester.

“I’m so exhausted, we’ve been studying for hours and I need a little break!” You whine, thrashing your feet in the chair like an immature kid.

“All of this is stressing me out and I feel so overwhelmed when you throw too much information at me all at once…” your head was hurting. If he asks another question you don’t know the answer to you think you’re going to have a full meltdown.

His hand brushed up against yours on the kitchen table to grab a colored pencil. “Okay, if you really need a break then let’s take one and I’m sorry if I’m overwhelming you in any way. I’ll finish the problem for you and we can stop for a while.”

He writes the rest of the equation down on the paper and faces you to hand the colored pencil back but notices your flustered demeanor.

“What do you want to do while we let your brain recharge?” He asks, resting his arm on the marble countertop. His gaze never leaving yours.

“I’m not sure… I just really want to relieve some stress and get my mind off things but don’t know how.”

You wanted to be up front and honest about what you were really thinking but you definitely weren’t that bold.

“I know a way you can relieve stress—” He paused, then continued “it’s a little weird… but I heard masturbation helps. It releases endorphins that makes you more relaxed.”

There is no way he just suggested that to you, you were feeling like this was another fake scenario you made up.

“What?” You wanted to kick yourself for saying that, following up with “but I-I’ve never masturbated before.”

It was quite embarrassing for you to say out loud and he himself even looked surprised to hear that.

His eyebrow raises in confusion, “Really? You’ve never touched your pussy before?”

“No not like that… I know it’s kinda dumb but—”

“Shh… I don’t think it’s dumb at all love. I think it’s quite adorable actually.” He admits, biting his lip while snaking a hand over to your inner thigh.

“Maybe I can help you hmm? Let me guide you through the process of it?”

Difficulty levels of speaking were at 100%, all you could do was nod your head in fear of stumbling over your words. Knots tied in your stomach with your throat being unable to swallow made you get even more shy.

“Would you like that?” He asks in a sweet, honeyed tone.

The short skirt you wore suited your plush thighs gorgeously and his light touch against them were giving you mini heart palpitations. You kept nodding your head, still unsuccessful in choking up a decent sentence.

Ardent heat rising from your cheeks made you want to hide your face but Jungkook nestles his hand under your chin, bringing you closer to him. He leans in and presses his soft blush lips onto yours gracefully, feeling each hair on your skin prickle. His kisses were so tender and thoughtful, treating you with gentle care and delicacy. You could sense an instant connection through him, he didn’t kiss you like it meant nothing.

When pulling away he flashes a boisterous smile at you. “Get on top of the counter and spread your legs for me sweetheart.”

You follow his order, getting up from the chair to lift yourself onto the counter. He silently stared while you hesitantly pry your legs open, revealing your clothed heat.

Oh what a lovely mistake you made to wear white satin undies. A visibly large puddle could be seen right in the middle, making his dick twitch subconsciously.

“Now tease me a little and slowly take off your panties for me doll.” He instructs you thoroughly, making sure you give him everything he wants to see.

Obeying each command, you play with the hem of your panties, slowly but surely pulling them down to your ankles and tossing them to the floor.

As soon as they were out of sight, Jungkook had the most perfect view underneath the skirt you were wearing. You felt so awkward with your legs spread wide open in front of him but his encouraging words ease you through it.

“Let’s start off slow, bring your hand down and start gently rubbing your princess parts like this.” He advises, shadowing his hand on yours to slide it over your wetness.

You flinch at the foreign sensation, collecting your own arousal with your fingers. A wanton moan leaves your mouth as you continue gliding three fingers along your slit in an up and down motion.

He watches you with dancing eyes, loving the way you sound already.

“You’re doing so well with following instructions. How’s it feel so far dear?”

“Feels good…” you purr, eyes half lidded from the pleasure you’re giving yourself. “Feels… insanely good.”

You were soaking wet for him, watery fluid leaks out of you beautifully. The pure innocence you once had was now profanely shed by this lustful moment.

“Now let’s try something else, this might feel weird at first but you’re going to feel super amazing.” Jungkook announces proudly, “rub your clit in circles, you’ll thank me later for this babe trust me.”

You listen and drag your finger up to your clit, slowly circling it around like he told you to. An audibly loud gasp escapes your lips and your body is utterly paralyzed. Your legs couldn’t help but squirm while you rock your hips, the puffy bundle of nerves turning more swollen with each swipe.

“How does that feel for you kitten?” He asks tentatively, “feels real nice doesn’t it?”

“Yes.. I- I feel nnnh, so unreal…” you lowly mumble, inhaling sharply as the movement on your clit became more erratic. You could feel another knot slowly forming up inside, igniting you with much fervor and delight.

“Keep going, don’t stop. Play with your tits too, doll.”

You complaisantly listen to his voice, traveling your hand down to your perked nipple, massaging it through the thin lining of your blouse and giving light pinches and tugs making you wince at the feeling. A rapturous moan laced with small whines comes out of you, this was so much better than you could’ve ever fantasized about.

The exquisite sounds of your angel juices makes Jungkook so undeniably turned on. He can’t wait to see the fucked out look on your face when you reach your climax.

“I feel funny Jungkook… I’m getting tingles down there..” you worryingly express. Your chest caves in and start feeling more lightheaded the more you keep going.

“Don’t worry dear, it’s normal.” He reassures, “just let it happen. You could also put a finger inside you if you want.”

You’ve enjoyed all of his suggestions so far so you insert a finger in yourself, whimpering and humping the air like the sad little pup you are. You could listen to him talk to you like this eternally, his voice was intoxicating to your soul.

“I’m gonna hnghh.. think i’m cumming!” You writhe against your fingers, still massaging your breast with your other free hand. Your velvety walls clench from pumping two digits in, mouth wide open in a state of shock.

“Suck on my fingers baby,” Jungkook muffles your loudness by slipping two of his in your mouth. “Focus on your orgasm, I wanna see every last bit of cum squirt of you.”

You eagerly suck them, looking at him with wide bambi eyes. You’re feeling nervous about what’s going to happen, he keeps telling you to just “let go” but you don’t know how, all you can feel is a giant pit in your esophagus. It was until your vision started blurring that you became more frenzied.

“Mmnh… cumming, cumming!” You scream as your body convulses on the counter, arching your back while getting a glimpse at the translucent nectar gushing out of you.

Everything ran in slow motion once you finally felt your lovely release. Just as expected, for Jungkook you were able to squirt for him. He instructed you perfectly on how to touch yourself and make you finish the right way.

You sit up to face him again, all your energy’s been completely drained. The tightness of your muscles relax after you cum, the tremble of your legs create a fuzzy atmosphere within.

“You did such a good job for me darling,” he praises, “was I able to help with your stress?”

“Oh most definitely.” You reply with a cheeky grin, giving him a chaste kiss before slipping off the counter. “You’re really good at everything you do.”

“Well thank you, I suppose I’m a tutor with many hidden skills. Teaching math during the day but now I teach pretty girls like you how to properly touch themselves.” He chuckles, “guess there’s always tomorrow we can finish studying? I’ve gotta see how many times in a row I can make you squirt again.”

the crimson shell

— pairing: jungkook x f!reader — genre: mermaid au, yandere au — w.c: 1.9k — warnings: mild stalking, near drowning, mentions of eating humans — notes: just wanted to contribute something to mermay! this is also my first time attempting to do anything in the realms of yandere (and mermaids!), so pls be nice lol. in this universe everyone is referred to as a mermaid, no matter what gender they are. this will most likely be a two or three part series with jk growing more and more obsessed as he gets y/n into his scaly clutches :)

Part I / II / III / IIII

— summary: you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

You inhale deeply, enjoying the salty smell that so uniquely belongs to the ocean. The last rays of sun are slowly disappearing behind the horizon, painting the skies and the waves in hues of deep pink and purple. You’re going to miss this view.

You sigh, running your fingers through the coarse sand as you let the gentle breeze caress your face. You’ve been looking forward to this for years, but now that your departure is so imminent, it feels more scary than liberating. The time has come to finally leave your home behind, and you feel a pang of regret as you realize you might not see your friends or family for a very long time to come.

Years of saving up your measly paychecks have finally paid off, and you’re setting sail for an island you’ve been hearing constant murmurs about for the last few months. Originally, you were only going to travel to the next kingdom over, hoping to find more suitable work there to help your parents stay afloat. But the talk of the mystery island abundant with riches piped your interest more than you would like to admit – and you’ve never been one to shy away from adventure.

However, you weren’t stupid enough to just blindly trust the rumours milling around your little town. In fact, you wholeheartedly believed it to be a scam until a familiar face suddenly turned up in the town square only a few weeks ago.

You hadn’t seen Jimin ever since he set sail for the unknown six months ago; and so everyone, including yourself, had presumed that your talkative neighbour had met an ill fate, and was floating at the bottom of the sea. You realized you couldn’t have been more wrong when Jimin returned with riches you never expected you would ever lay eyes on, his whole body adorned with various diamonds and gold chains.

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steamy. (m)

→ pairing: jeon jeongguk | female reader    → genre: smut → warnings: public sex, dry humping/grinding?, thigh riding, unprotected sex, slight dirty talk, lowkey sub!jk for a few seconds, this is a spontaneous drabble!!, No Plot Just Jungkook → word count: 1.7k 

→ summary: things get a little too heated at the gym, all courtesy of jeon jeongguk. (inspired by jungkook’s twitter video of him working out (you all know which one).

If you had known working at the gym would be this frustrating, you wouldn’t have taken up the offer in the first place. And your source of turmoil? Jeon Jeongguk.

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