Jungkook X Black Reader - Tumblr Posts

oh god, re-reading this after his enlistment hits VERY different. it burns asf :')

ʚ💌ɞ 𓂅⋆ | JJK (18+)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — 🎀💌🌷 “i’ll ruin your f^cking life, baby”

❀one-shot❀

❥pairing: jungkook X black!reader

❥genre: domestic, smut, some fluff, idol AU

❥summary: Jungkook still can’t seem to sleep…

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❥!!warnings!!: implied sexual activity while tipsy in the beginning

❥other warnings: oral (male receiving), sexual intercourse, riding, raw sex (please use protection!), creampie, nipple sucking, sleepy & domestic jungkook being a menace omggggg, bratty jungkook 💌, ft. bam

❥word count: 2.4k

-inspo: jungkook’s recent live, this gif from btsjkgifs on twitter, these tweets🍓 🌷 ⭐️

-author’s note: Impromptu fic. I was wishing for him to shut this shit off and go to sleep, because watching it all in real time was just… Heart aching💔 If I were to ever actually have/want a bf, he would have to remind me of jungkook like… I’m not cuddling with anyone else!

-Hope you enjoy! 🫶🏽✨

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Jungkook’s—can’t sleep—text would’ve woken you up if you weren’t already struggling to keep your eyes shut from listening to him karaoke sing and giggle all night.

You were tucked into his dark sheets, dreading having to give up the body heat you’d created and embraced as your boyfriend had fun. This side of the apartment was too freezing to walk through, but your phone dinged again and you didn’t need much more convincing to join Jungkook.

baby :((

You slip away from his bed and pad across the shiny, wood floorboards of his home. Thinking about why he didn’t end the live earlier as you’d seen comments begging him to rest. You knew he wanted to spend quality and special time with them, but his schedule wasn’t empty for tomorrow. And he looked sleepy for a good portion of the broadcast. He never knew when to say goodbye, because he never wanted to.

The door to his den creaks a little when you twist and push it open. Bam is the first to greet you, looking just as tired as his dad, who was laying his head on his forearm on the couch. You pet Bam for a few before you’re telling him to go to his bed. He should be able to rest now that your boyfriend is done…

“Baby…” You hear him grumble.

Jungkook looks sleepier in person, eyes blinking at you slowly while you approach in your cozy sweatpants and fuzzy socks. He groggily pulls you into his side on the cushions, weakly hugging you and bringing his nose to your neck for comfort.

You realize you’re tired, too, when you fold into him and a yawn escapes.

“Did I keep you up?”

You hum at the deep baritone of his voice.

“‘m sorry, baby,” he slurs.

His fluffy hair falls over your face as he cuddles into your chest in apology. It’s believable that he’s sorry when the chill of his palms slide past the band of your sweats to grope your ass and pull you impossibly closer, offering affection and skin-ship.

“I’m so sleepy now… but can’t… sleep.”

Your fingers curl in his strands, brushing his long hair up into a makeshift ponytail and letting it all fall for the fun of it. “Yeah?”

Jungkook nods, his round eyes fluttering as he leans up to press his forehead to yours. Then, do you smell the beer on his lips and remember that he’d been drinking. No wonder.

“You’re drunk?” You ask.

“No…” he pouts, but then sighs. “Just a little…”

“Bam has an appointment today,” You say, glancing over at the dog in his bed already sleeping. “It’s after 6.”

“I knowww…” Your boyfriend whines. You can tell he’s no where near regretful of staying up all night, but it wasn’t the most responsible choice. He probably wasn’t going to be able to take Bam to the vet now.

After a moment, he looks to finally be dozing off to the sound of your breathing, the warmth of your skin underneath your clothing, and your nails massaging his scalp. You start closing your eyes, too, until you feel him shift on top of you and press his soft lips to your chin.

This man must have an adrenaline rush. Singing and dancing didn’t wear him out?

“Jungkook…” You groan, noticing how he’s riling you up as his wet kisses continue to your nose, lips, and cheeks, trailing along your jawline. “It’s cold.”

“‘m not doing anything,” he breathily chuckles.

He’s lying, but you let him have at it. It’s annoying yet too adorable how he peppers you in kisses and buries his head in your neck to playfully bite and suck. You tangle your legs around his body and prepare to fall sleep, but he has other plans. As you expected.

“Baby… Are you really sleep?” One of his hands circles around your hip to brush his fingers over the front of your cotton panties. “Don’t ignore me…”

Since he can’t find slumber, he’s going to make it your problem until he can.

“Take care of me,” he temptingly whispers. He’s plain rude and unfair when he dips his fingers past the seam and drags his thumb between your lower lips, rubbing your dampening folds up and down. “Please…”

He’s such a… brat.

But that’s a trait in him you hold so dearly and don’t mind feeding into.

It’s his puppy face and his wavy hair and the tattoos and piercings… his toned, hard body paired with his soft behavior… the flirting and teasing he knows that ticks you just right like the minx he is.

It’s him that has you moving out from underneath his weight and getting your easy ass on your knees before him on the floor. Your pretty boyfie wants to be taken care of and put to rest how he likes it. You couldn’t refuse him that.

Jungkook can barely keep his eyes open as he situates himself on the cushions and man-spreads for your body to fit between his legs. His tattooed hand comes down to palm himself over his sweats, creating some friction to get himself ready. But he’s not doing it rough enough, so you replace your hand with his and fondle him until his print starts tenting.

A husky grumble leaves his mouth as you pull his pants and Calvin Klein boxers a few inches down to let his dick free. He’s not completely hard yet, but you quickly replace the chill of the room hitting his sensitive tip with the hotness of your mouth. Deep throating him til he grows to full potential.

“Jagiya…” he moans, you quite literally blessing a nostalgic purr throughout his nerves. Jungkook brings your braids to one side of your neck for a better view of you taking him. You’re going slow and kind of carelessly, but the pace and feel of the back of your tongue is the best for how fatigued he is right now.

Jungkook lets his head fall back on the furniture while you pleasure him, eyes rolling closed and biting at his lip piercing when you suction your lips.

“I think I’m asleep already… You’re… a fucking dream, baby…” He says.

Your mouth starts to quirk at his corny joke, but you hold your laugh in. It’s actually cute, and you didn’t want to get lectured on why you should support all of his quips. Because he’d stop in the middle of this and whip out 100 reasons why.

You blink up to see that he seems to be dozing off again, finally being put to rest after falling victim to a mere blowjob. Your tongue slows over the veins of his girthy cock as you take him out of your mouth and stop…

But then he shuffles and runs his hand through his wild hair, acting as if he was just sitting there and enjoying it with his eyes shut. You react quickly and pump him, letting spit that you gathered bubble around his plush head as you kiss it.

Jungkook caught onto you though.

“Not sleep yet, baby.”

“Jungkook,” you whine, and he chuckles. “Go to sleep! You’re fighting it on purpose at this point.”

“You just edged me…” He yawns, grinning. “You’re getting lazy with your love for me, yeah?”

“All you have to do is close your eyes,” you mumble.

Jungkook doesn’t agree with that very reasonable theory. You think he’s going to go to sleep when you just gave him head with no pussy to follow? He still has plenty of fight left in him.

“You know what’s gonna put me to sleep, jagiya…” He says lowly, thumbing your spit-soaked lips that match his equally wettened cock.

Brat.

Bam was certainly going to miss his appointment with the way Jungkook was fucking with you.

You get up and pull down your sweats, quick to hop onto your boyfriend’s lap because of the cold. He greedily kisses you and wraps his arm around your waist, pushing you down by your thigh to make you hump his erection. It only takes a couple of grinds for you to be dripping with the need of him inside your walls.

You both yawn in synchronization as Jungkook fists himself and pulls your panties out the way, teasing you with just the tip. There’s that whimper in the back of your throat when his bulbous head first pushes through your entrance. Your boyfriend becoming a groaning and huffing mess as he works you down on him to the hilt.

“Oh, fuck,” he cusses beneath you when you begin moving, sliding his hand underneath your pullover so that your nipples can perk up how he wants to see. “I’m not going to sleep at all today.”

It’s a compliment and a promise that he wants to fuck you for a long while, but it makes you playfully roll your eyes at him. Cause hell no. He was not about to keep you awake any longer.

So you brace higher on your knees and grip the back of the couch for leverage. Jungkook’s arms lock around your hips, palms on your cheeks, and your other hand falls to his bicep, fingers grazing the array of tattoos on his skin.

He unevenly breathes at his favorite position you’ve gotten into but surprisingly doesn’t frame you for basically cheating this game. You don’t mention it either. You just gracefully fuck yourself down on his dick, gripping it so tight with your pussy that it has to be tragically slow and deep.

Your boyfriend won’t last long. He’s too lethargic to fight and fuck you back.

Jungkook sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, lazily tracing his tongue around the ring of it, sucking hard when you grasp his hair and force him to keep going. Being filled and loved on at the same time like this is about to have you change your mind and stay up all night, too.

“Mmm,” your boyfriend moans, tilting his head up to stare you in the face, licking over the hoop in his bottom lip. “You feel so fucking good, baby. You spoil me so much…”

“Cause you’re a spoiled brat,” you tell him, and he grins like one.

“You close?” He rasps and starts giving your clit some pressure.

You were barely teetering on the edge of an orgasm, since it’d only been a few minutes of sex that’s slower than usual. But you hum and keep rocking your hips for him because you knew he was.

His grunts and sounds of sweet satisfaction enhance when he shoots his load up into you. It actually pisses you off at how quickly his body limps and how he looks to be falling asleep post-orgasm. Still inside of you. With no goodnight kisses and hugs.

You firmly grip his chin to make him slit his eyes open.

“At least give me attention when you nut in me,” you mumble. You took him so well and made him cum… Jungkook not wanting to see how full of his semen he made you is unheard of.

“Cute,” your boyfriend blinks lovingly at you, bunny teeth pulling into a smile at your bratty pout. Now you wanted his attention? “That’s so cute.”

Your heart becomes infested with butterflies at how adorable he is admiring you and flirting with you.

Nope. You needed to move now or you both were never going to make it to bed.

So you move off of him and onto the couch, putting your panties back in place so that you don’t ruin the pillows with Jungkook’s cumshot. You go to pull your pullover back down, but he stops you.

“You didn’t cum yet,” he says, crawling over your body and grabbing your boobs in his veiny hands. He yawns again. His eyes are fighting to stay open.

“It’s fine, go to sleep,” you whisper.

He doesn’t listen. He starts pecking down your sternum and belly, hair flowing across your ribs. He’s determined to go lower, but you tighten your legs and push his head away.

“Babyyy,” he whines. You’re stronger than him right now, so he has no choice but to quit resisting. He stops moving, and you laugh at how your palm sits on his forehead.

“Just—let me eat your pussy one more time,” Jungkook begs, thinking those big eyes and pouty lips were going to get you again.

Hell, he didn’t even know what he was talking about. ‘One more time’ when he hadn’t done it at all yet? He was so tired that he was delirious. You didn’t want him to fall asleep with his face between your legs. And Jungkook is heavy when he’s dead weight.

“Go to sleep,” You coo again in his ear, coercing him to lay on your chest once you help put his dick away and cover yourself with your top. You’ll worry about cleaning each other later.

“Hmph…” He plops down on top of you with attitude like the brat he is. Bickering to himself as he glares you down, trying to intimidate you to change your mind.

“I have such a pretty girlfriend and can’t eat her out? Now you’re being mean to me?”

It’s hilarious how serious he is. Spoiled. As. Hell.

You just play in his hair and rub over his ears until his breathing slows. You’re granted success when he moves up to kiss you on the lips—a goodnight kiss—that lingers for a few seconds.

But, of course, he can’t have you thinking you’re off the hook. His baby has to cum.

“When I wake up, I’m gonna eat you out for hours and edge you til you cry,” he whispers. “I’ll ruin your fucking life, baby.”

You bite your lip and nod, softly kissing him in a silent response. You didn’t want to challenge him to a good time by speaking. He would never sleep.

Thankfully, he finds peace in you accepting your doom and lies down on your breasts, a smirk on his pretty face as he finally drifts off to dreamland.

It’s so hot when Jungkook acknowledges the power he has. Solidifying that he knows what he does to you by simply existing gets you insane…

You stay awake and watch the ethereal being rest until daylight breaks through.

Bam jolts awake as if he knows his own appointment time and would need to wake his dad. But you slip from underneath your boyfriend and let him get his deserved sleep, feeding Bam and preparing to take him to the vet.

You’ll sleep when they’re all taken care of.

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♥︎ koo 🧸💌🌷⊹｡⋆

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✩｡°𝄞📹 COVERGIRL 𝄞°✨｡✩

╝ one-shot ╔

╰₊ 𓂂➢ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

╰₊ 𓂂➢ genre: idol x model au, smut

╰₊ 𓂂➢ warn!ngs: unprotected sex, cumming inside, back shots, orgasm denial (kind of), oral !female receiving, slight pain (in beginning), big dick!jungkook, (let me know if there’s more please!)

╰₊ 𓂂➢ summary: you are the cover girl for jungkook’s upcoming clothing line, JJK. said man, just can’t keep his eyes off of you as you model his designs.

╰₊ 𓂂➢ word count: 3.7k

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You almost break your fucking neck trying to pose in the six inch pumps you have on—

in front of all of these cameras, in front of all of these people, in front of him. But of course, like the boss ass, talented, flawless model you are, you stay on your ten toes. Falling into another pristine pose matter of fact.

The photographers take their photos of you and the staff on the sides of the room doesn’t shy away from shouting praises at you. You slickly slide your hands into the back pockets of the denim miniskirt that barely covered the curve of your round ass. Back facing the camera, as you turned your upper body to eye it.

A large quantity of “ooh’s” and “aah’s” echoes through the brightly lit room once everyone gets a glimpse of your immaculate figure.

Your eyes couldn’t help but fall on the built individual standing low-key in the corner. He’s been eying you for the past half hour since you stepped out of the dressing room with this outfit. Truth be told, this man has been staring you down since you took his place in front of the cameras. He’s only now mentally undressing you. (not that your current outfit left much to the imagination).

You’re sporting a black tie that hangs over the skimpy white laced bra that’s clutched your chest, hanging on for dear life. On your feet are a pair of plain black pumps and of course— the main piece.

That denim miniskirt you’re wearing. ‘JJK’ initials embroidered on the back pockets, the sides are laced together with black ribbon, and it’s just long enough to walk in— short enough to the point you’d be flashing someone if you bent over the slightest bit.

If he could suck his own dick for making such a masterpiece, he would. But Jungkook would much rather you do it instead, because damn… did you look absolutely heaven sent. ‘Second to none,’ he thought as he watched you from the corner of the room.

Jungkook knew that choosing you as the covergirl for his new line was the perfect idea. He fought for it, fought for you. Having a black woman as the cover model of the Jeon Jungkook’s brand new fashion line wasn’t something the board wanted to approve.

Other than the fact you are black, you’re a fairly new up and coming model, leaving you very little experience. Jungkook discovered your instagram account just a few months before he completed his line. At first glance he knew you were something special. Different from all of the slim, long legged, fair skinned Korean women his team had continuously suggested. There was absolutely nothing wrong with those women— at all.

But Jungkook was looking for something else, something new, fresh, something natural. As an idol, he naturally falls into a clean, pure and innocent category. Despite being a grown ass man. Jungkook desperately is clawing to get out of that box. He wanted to prove it and expose the mature side of him through this fashion line. So no, Jungkook didn’t want a put together woman, or a pretty princess, or even a grunge queen. He wanted a natural sex symbol.

The perfectionist that Jungkook is, he never fails to second guess all of his actions and choices. But you, no— he knew that he needed you.

Needed you to wear his designs, needed you to be his covergirl, needed you all up in his face… amongst other things.

To which you were more than excited to do. Like, be serious! It’s Jeon Jungkook. The man with the mouth watering sleeve of tattoos, toe curling wavy mullet, the gut turning physique.

When his team reached out to you, you were more than ecstatic. You wondered how god had seemingly blessed you with the opportunity to model for the a-list idol.

You’re a huge fan of Jungkook’s music, listening to his panty dropping vocals daily. So the fact that you’re actually modeling for him and the fact that he’s currently staring you down like he wants you to be his last meal has you shaking in your six inch pumps. The unwavering tension between the two of you goes unnoticed by the others in the room.

But the way your smooth brown thighs clenches together definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook… neither does the way Jungkook is holding that clip board over his crotch go unnoticed for you.

Shit. You desperately needed for someone to just—

“That’s a wrap!” You hear someone yell and you let out a sigh of relief. Quickly bowing and spreading “thank you’s” to the staff that approached to compliment you.

You make your way back into your dressing room in the back of the studio. First thing you do is take off the tight tie around your neck, then the pumps off of your feet, exhaling in relief when your feet meet the ground.

There’s still an uncomfortable feeling in between the thick of your thighs. Damn, he really got you all worked up… more than you had realized it seems. You slip the soaked laced thong that matches your white laced bra down your legs and it gets flung into the waste bin. Leaving you naked under the famous miniskirt you still have on.

You distract yourself with the gorgeous sight you see in the mirror, then a light knocking hits your door. Before you could even say “come in,” in walks the finest man you have ever laid eyes on… and the reason why your favorite laced thong is in the trash.

“Hey,” he whispers to which you slightly raise a brow. Because yes, he’s fine as hell but at the same time, who told him he could enter? “Sorry for barging in. I didn’t want anyone to see me near your dressing room.” You nod your head understandingly. That would be a nightmare if anyone saw the two of you interacting and decided to go yapping about it.

Which is why this just so happens to be you and Jungkook’s first interaction. How low of you to get turned on before a proper conversation.

“Then again, I couldn’t leave without speaking to you first.” He smiled softly at you, part of his cute bunny toothed smile beamed in your eyes and the butterflies in your stomach start doing flips.

You return the smile. “Yeah, I guess that would be a bit odd. Ya know, since I’m your covergirl or whatever.” He’s intrigued by your wording. Of course, you are his cover girl, Jungkook knows that. But the way you said it just now sounded so fucking sexy to Jungkook.

“My covergirl?” He sing as he leans his shoulder on the wall. Nodding your head, butt pressed against the vanity behind you— confidently. Because the sexual tension between the two of you couldn’t even be cut by a knife. “Yeah, that’s usually what people call it. I think it’s funny how this is my first time speaking to my employer. Scared of me?” You test. Jungkook’s eyebrows flick up at your ‘sass’.

“Your employer?” You actually let out a little chuckle this time. “Are you gonna keep repeating everything I say?” You sarcastically ask before slickly eying him up and down. The white, short sleeved crew neck he has clinging onto all of his muscles and the exposure of his tatted right arm has tears rolling down your thighs. And the black cargo pants that are swallowing his tiny waste makes you bite your bottom lip. But we must stay focused!

“No, just a little intrigued.” He says, pushing himself off of the wall. “And no. I’m not scared of you. Just figured I’d keep my distance.” He trails off his sentence as you boost yourself up to sit on the white vanity behind you. The miniskirt rides up your thighs even more (if that’s even possible), your thighs press against the vanity top makes them look even more attractive and edible to the man standing in front of you— he almost forgets why he came in here in the first place.

“Why’d you figure that?” You tilt your head to the side innocently. But absolutely nothing is innocent about it. You are purposely teasing him— in attempts to seduce him. See if the good boy, ‘youngest’ is as good as people say he is.

Ask and you shall receive, because Jungkook is once again picturing you without that skimpy laced bra and with your legs wide open. The thought has him hard as a rock underneath his baggy cargo pants.

“Wanted to keep things professional.” He forces out. The underlying message doesn’t go over your head but you choose to ignore it. “So what are you doing here now?” With that, Jungkook lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Stepping away from the wall, he makes his way closer to the large white vanity you’re sitting on.

“I just wanted to compliment you on the amazing performance you did today. Everything went smoothly and it’s been a great week.” He says genuinely and you gladly take the compliment, letting out a small “thank you”— to which he battles.

“No, thank you. You really made this whole thing come to life so really, thank you.” You smile from ear to ear at his sincerity, feeling overwhelmingly gratified and proud… and still wet.

“Well your designs are amazing so you should have majority of the credit— by the way, can I keep this!” Asking, pointing to the miniskirt that hugs your hips. Jungkook’s tongue slides out of his mouth, wetting his lips, slightly playing with his lip ring.

“Of course, it’s all yours. Can’t think of anyone who’d wear it better than you do anyways.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. He didn’t even mean to flirt he just said what he was thinking and it remains true. You are the sexiest woman Jungkook has laid eyes on. And if he doesn’t get out of this dressing room right now, his balls might explode.

But in the midst of the internal war Jungkook’s facing, you hum. “Is that why you kept staring at me all day? At first I thought you regretted your decision.” You say and before you could continue your overly sarcastic remarks he interrupts with the rapid shaking of his head.

“I could never regret choosing you.” Your heart dropped to your ass at his words and you’re scared if you move the wrong way the arousal between your thighs (that has been lathered onto the vanity) may drip onto the floor. Without saying much else, he doesn’t let his nerves stop him from stepping closer to you— nearly in between your legs.

He places his hand beside yours that rests on top of the vanity. Slowly his hand intertwines with yours. His touch so soft; the hair on your neck stands tall. His eyes glazing over your plumped lips, layered in lip gloss that shined under the light

“You’re perfect,” is the last thing he says before his lips slowly meet yours.

You could hear angles singing from close range as you finally snag the taste of his lips. His lip ring tickles your lip, sending a shiver down your spine. A soft moan escapes your mouth and Jungkook feels like he just won the lottery.

His tatted hand glides up your thigh, basking in the feeling of your soft brown skin under his touch. He gently caress your naked thighs, spreading them apart to properly stand in between them.

You let out a little huff as you feel him licking and leaving open mouth kisses against your jawline. “From the first moment I laid eyes on you,” he says in between kisses and you feel his breath on your neck, making your clit pulse. “I knew you were perfect.”

You pull your lips away to look at him. The heavy breathing fills the dressing room as the two of you look into each other’s eyes, the similar look of need in both of your eyes.

You slide your hands up Jungkook’s torso, to his broad shoulders, resting them on his neck. Pulling him down closer to you, you say, “Touch me.”

Which was all Jungkook needed to hear before attacking your lips again, your hand wrapped around his shoulders as you slightly grind into his clothed member. You could feel the bulge through his pants, exciting you even more.

“Oh my god— Jungkook.” You whine when he bites at your neck. His hands move to your chest, caressing your boobs through the fabric of the bra you still had on. Until he unfastens it, sliding the bra down your arms with your help.

His hands worry themselves with the feel of your tits again fitting perfectly under his hold. You bite your bottom lip to hold back the moans from the sensitivity of his fingers pinching your nipples. Within seconds his hands are replaced with his mouth and he sucks and nibbles on your nipples.

Your hips grind faster against his hard-on. “Jungkook, I need you.” You whimper impatiently. He removes his mouth from your chest, giving you a quick peck on the lips before smirking down at you which takes you for a whirl. Taking a step back he looks down in between the close proximity of you two.

He spreads your thighs father apart to reach down under your miniskirt to find your bare pussy wetter than the Caribbean Sea.

“No panties— are you nuts?” He exclaims with the raise of his eyebrows. “If I would’ve known I was talking to you like this I would’ve bent you over this fucking vanity once I walked in.” He sexily groans against your swollen lips. The heat between your bodies are making you even more needy than usual.

The two of you share breaths as your lips hover over the other’s. You gasp heavily into his mouth as his finger drags down your slippery slit.

He lets out a low groan at the feeling of your slickness and the feeling of his dick growing harder inside of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Making matters worse, you remove your hand from his shoulder to grip the thick bulge between his legs, almost flinching at the size of it. You look up at him with that needy look you have in your eyes that’s driving him up a wall.

“Then do it,” pulling him down to lick up his sharp jawline. “Bend me over and fuck me good.” You whisper into his ear.

Jungkook snaps, he pulls you off of the vanity, pulling you closer to him to taste the sweet taste of your lip gloss again. The kiss is cut short when he spins you around to bend you over the white vanity top, true to his word.

You let out a high pitched gasp as your bare chest hits the vanity top. He stands over your form, hands caressing your thighs, slowly moving up to your plump ass. His hand smacking against your ass echoes throughout the room and Jungkook’s dick twitches at the sight of your ass jiggling.

“So fucking pretty.” He says before crouching down, face all in your cookie. He bites his lips as you spread your legs further apart, desperate for his mouth.

Again, he drags his thumb down your slit and you let out load moan of pleasure from the sensation of his touch. Your hand quickly covers your mouth. “You have to be quiet princess.” The words smoothly passed through his mouth like butter making your knees weak. However, they actually buckle once you feel his tongue swipe through your slick. Your head lowers into your chest to try to keep your composure.

“Mmm,” he moans while licking through your folds, eating your cunt like it’s his favorite meal. “You taste so damn good.” He aggressively spreads your legs wider to attack your pussy with his mouth.

Your legs shake as you fee his tongue going in and out of your hole, his thumb rubbing over your swollen clit. The grip of his hand on your ass doesn’t let up as you squeeze your legs together around his head.

“R—right there! I’m gonna—” Your hole clenches around his tongue as you felt your stomach tightening. Just when you feel yourself releasing, he stops. He pulls away.

“What the fuck.” You curse in frustration. He leans his body over yours, gripping your hair to turn your head to the side. You let out a moan at his roughness.

“You’re too pretty to be cursing, princess.” He says against your lips before attacking them with a wet, sloppy kiss. You push your ass against his dick, needy from the absence of his tongue. You whimper against his mouth.

“You want me to fuck you bad, huh?” He teases, roughly brushing his bulge over your wet folds. He lets out a groan at the feeling. “Yes— mm! Fuck, yes Jungkook. I need your dick inside of me.” Jungkook places one last sloppy kiss on your lips, lets go of the grip on your hair and began unbuttoning his pants.

They instantly falls down to his ankles and he lowers his boxer briefs, letting them fall the his ankles as well, his dick smacking his stomach. You can’t see his length that he pumps in his hand behind you— but god, when he starts thrusting it in between your ass cheeks you can feel it.

It makes you nervous because you didn’t expect him to be so big. But you grow more aroused at the thought of him fucking you silly, wrecking your tight little pussy. He slowly rubs the tip of his dick over your folds, coating his dick with your arousal, layering over his pre-cum. “I hope you’re fine with me going in raw, didn’t really have me fucking you in mind before I came here today.” You nod your head faster than you ever did in your life.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Just p— put it in.” He chuckles at your impatience and without a second thought, he slowly thrusts himself inside of you. Both of your moans fill the room as his dick penetrates your tight hole. You let out a shaky breath as he pulls back, just for him to thrust inside of you again.

The pain of his length ripping through you has your head spinning. As he thrusts again, he bends down over your shaky body to leave a light kiss on your shoulder. “You okay?” He softly asks and you hesitantly nod your head with your eyes shut close. “Y— yeah, just getting used to it. I’m… fine.” With that, he softly leave a kiss on your cheek before lifting back up and thrusting into you again.

He whisper out curses as your tight pussy swallows his dick and he relishes the sight of it.

After a few more thrusts the pain subsides and it is quickly replaced with the feeling of pleasure. Jungkook, wraps his hand under you to caress your tit as he continues to plunge himself deeper into your sex.

“Faster p— please,” you whisper out and you couldn’t even brace yourself for the next thrust. His hard dick hits your spot and your knees give out on you. He holds your waist out with his hands as he continuously abuses your hole. Your bodies jerk forward with each thrust.

“Your pussy feels so good around my dick, _______.” He says and you let out another high moan— hitting notes you’ve never hit before. He roughly grabs your hair again, lifting you up to make your back arch. You can see the both of you through the mirror, you can see him fucking you dirty, the way his eyebrows furrow looking down at the way your cunt swallows his length, the sight gets you even more aroused— if that’s even possible.

He finally looks up at you through the mirror. He sends you a smirk before going absolutely feral. “Hold on for me, princess.” His grip on your hair tightens as he fiercely thrusts into you. Faster, deeper, harder, he is literally blowing your back out. Your eyes squeeze shut and loud screams escape your mouth. The hand gripping your hair quickly covers your mouth to block out the lewd sounds you let out.

You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening at the fast pace and the constant pounding on your cervix. The feeling grows with Jungkook wrap his free hand over your thigh to rub your clit as he sloppily thrusts into you.

“Cum for me baby.” He says lowly and out of breath as his pace quickens. Your moans are muffled into his hand while he penetrates your cunt and stimulates your clit. “Fuck,” he says as you cum around his length, your legs shaking as Jungkook reaches his high. The sounds of your juices lapping together fills the room and you feel Jungkook’s warm release flow inside of you.

The two of you breathe heavily as Jungkook’s dick rests inside of you. After Jungkook has gotten his composure back, he pulls out, watching as your cunt discharges his cum down your thighs. Quickly pulling his pants up and jogging over to the corner to grab a paper towel, he comes back to clean you with it.

Your body is still limp over the vanity as he does so. “I hope I wasn’t too rough.” He says. You lift up, standing on your own, pulling the miniskirt down over your ass. Shaking your head. “No,” you let out a little chuckle. “That was amazing.”

Your eyes sparkle as they look up at his. He’s almost hypnotized by them, he drops his head to yours, kissing your lips again, his hands on the small of your back. “You have no idea how long I’ve been holding back.” You giggle at him.

“How long?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hand reaches your face, thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he basks in your beauty and the feeling of your arms around him.

“Since the day I chose you as my COVERGIRL.”

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Anyway!! back to our regular schedule. let's talk about vampire ex boyfriend Jungkook

warnings: angst, major character death, just so sad poor Kook, unedited , this fic will never be posted

The two of you met at a club.

You spot Jungkook in the far corner and according to your friends he's been eyeing you all night so with all the liquid courage in your system you approached him.

The two of you dance the night away and surprisingly he can handle all the ass you throw at him. The night ends with him helping you and your friends into a taxi and your number snuck in his phone.

Time goes on and you and Jk put a title to your relationship. For 10 long months you were a very happy couple. Until you weren't.

When Jk was turned he was on his way to see you actually. After a long 2 days of being apart he rushed the opportunity of being with you. In the alleyway he heard a woman crying and the sounds of thrashing and Jungkook was a selfless man.

Little did he know it was a trick and that woman took his humanity away forever.

You don't see Jungkook for a month. His parents' friends and acquaintances haven't seen him either, he never showed up to his scheduled training sessions at the boxing gym, or the gym he'd been going to for years. You put up missing posting in every nook and cranny of Seoul. You were in shambles emotionally and physically, the love of your life just up and leaves you. The police suggest that maybe he ran off with another woman— a different looking foreigner but no that wasn't your kookie.

When it hit 2 months you noticed everyone's efforts were lacking, you watched as his friends moved on and your friends encouraged you to move on. His parents' didn't seem to care as much as you did either coming to the terms of their son being gone. When the 6th month hit you also lost hope. You don't sleep surrounded by his clothing anymore, you don't sob into his hoodies or smell his cologne anymore. You loved Jungkook but there wasn't much u or the police could do anymore.

When you finally see Jungkook again it's been a year and a half. You moved from his apartment, thrifting his things and even went on dates arranged by your friends because you still felt iffy about dating.

When you see him, you have to look long and hard. He looked different from the kookie you knew. Long curly hair, leather jacket, piercings adorning his lips, ears, eyebrow, and nose. He looked paler and his cheeks and jaw were sharper, he'd even gotten taller by a few inches, and extremely buffer. The puff in his chest was more than noticeable. While observing you didn't realize that you were walking towards him until a woman appeared.

He gave her a smile he once had reserved for you all teeth and gums, handing her a bouquet of red roses as her arms wrapped around his neck kissing him. You stopped all movements as your mouth opened wide. Your fears were true. He left you for another woman and most would think your fear was him dying but at the moment you were convinced this was worse than death on both parts.

The cars in front of you honk making you jump you were quick with crossing the opposite street. With your head down to the pavement tears filling your eyes. Though what you didn't see was the smile leave his lips as he pushed his sire from him.

Aggressively wiping his mouth as he shrugged himself away from her. Despite his absence Jungkook has little to no say in his actions anymore. He was only a vampling and until he fully controlled his bloodlust he couldn't leave his sire or obey her word. He didn't understand why now she decided to approach u with him after a year of restrictions she'd set for him but his sire was an evil and spiteful woman.

He'd been watching you from afar since he was turned never not hiding in a corner when u walked Bam or went on your dates. He longed to feel you again all he needed was to control himself but from what his sire tells it takes centuries.

Let's say he watches you move on completely the only reminder of him being the dog you once shared. He watches you marry and have children, he watches you grow old and grey and your children grow older. He hurts so bad because he was supposed to be living alongside you , dying alongside you.

He's at your side when you die at age 86 , he holds your aged hand tightly into his forever cold ones. You stare at him long raising your hand to touch the mole that stays in the tip of his nose. Using the little strength you have to speak

"Jungkook... Kookie.." He shushes you and kisses your hands. "Where did you go?"

"I've always been here, baby." He watches you smile, squeezing him.

"I've always known" were your last words

Let's say centuries do past and Jungkook has found a coven, his previous sire burned at stake for her crimes of turning humans. Your bloodline was long gone dying with your great grandchildren five times over but you were never a distant memory but always a vivid one.

When one day while taking a train he spots you.. buying flowers.

Wonderful World — JJK Series

SUMMARY: The world had gone to shit just like many had theorized. The living was not only fighting the dead, but they were also fighting against themselves and each other. Jeon Jungkook has been in the field by himself for months, living off of scraps, his own rules of survival, and barely enough water. Along the way, he finds a ditzy girl spoiled girl ironically Princess and her crusty white dog. He understood they'd be a handful, but he was Jeon Jungkook, and he could handle anything.

RATING: 18+ (im not the momma you are in control of what you consume.)

CONTENT WARNING: apocalypse!au, gore, blood, ditzy!reader, angst, slow burn, eventual established relationship, jungkook is sighing every three seconds, eventual smut, crusty white dog (yes that's a warning), minor character death, named reader, corrupt dystopian society, meanie jungkook, Possessive Jk, princess is just a girl, more to be added

AUTHORS NOTE: i am back in my zombie apocolyse era!!!! this is heavily inspired by zombie land because i love it sososo much. the post for this story will be in shorts pushing 1k- 3k? words and my ask box is always open to request and thoughts for this series. If you are new to my blog welcome hottie! be sure to check out my other works, you"ll love it over here xxx

ᯓ ᡣ 𐭩 how'd you know my name ! — A frown taking over his handsome features as his eyes rake her clothing. . . . wedged heels that threw him off more than the unethical outfit.

ᯓ ᡣ 𐭩 thrifting w/ princess !! — her cheeks puff at the audacity. "duhhhh it's a limited addition juicy couture handbag"

ᯓ ᡣ 𐭩 damsel in distress — "you want to help? just stand there and look pretty." blinking up at him she pouts her glossy lips. "am i doing it right?" they were so gonna die.

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- © hobicakess ! do not steal, modify, copy, plagiarize, nor repost any of the works on this blog without given permission!

Wonderful World — JJK One-Shot Series

SUMMARY: The world had gone to shit just like many had theorized. The living was not only fighting the dead, but they were also fighting against themselves and each other. Jeon Jungkook has been in the field by himself for months, living off of scraps, his own rules of survival, and barely enough water. Along the way, he finds a ditzy girl spoiled girl ironically Princess and her crusty white dog. He understood they'd be a handful, but he was Jeon Jungkook, and he could handle anything.

RATING: 18+ (im not the momma you are in control of what you consume.)

PAIRING: Jeon Jungkook x Bimbo!reader

CONTENT WARNING: apocalypse!au, gore, blood, ditzy!reader, angst, slow burn, eventual established relationship, jungkook is sighing every three seconds, eventual smut, crusty white dog (yes that's a warning), minor character death, named reader, corrupt dystopian society, meanie jungkook, princess is just a girl, more to be added AUTHORS NOTE: i am back in my zombie apocolyse era!!!! this is heavily inspired by zombie land because i love it sososo much. the post for this story will be in shorts pushing 1k- 3k? words and my ask box is always open to request and thoughts for this series. If you are new to my blog welcome hottie! be sure to check out my other works, you"ll love it over here xxx

Jungkook had strict rules.

Four sips of water a day, only eat when his stomach is cramped to the point of when he couldn't walk, never sleep over an hour, don't let anyone in. He didn't need extra weight slowing him down from his destination. Was he being hard on himself? Maybe. Since losing his group in an unexpected ambush all those months ago he couldn't bring himself to be softer on his habits even if he had more than enough resources to keep him alive and breathing for the year. He was guilty, and angry. Angry at himself and angry at the world for what it had come too. Despite his personal angst Jungkook refused to die holding onto the hope he would finally reunite with his six soulmates.

Another unspoken rule of his was to never walk upon the main roads. Stay away from those maniacs dressed in military clothes and those who drove military trucks. So he stuck to the shadows, camouflage into the trees with stealthy movements. Quick and quiet, never stay in one place longer than two days. He's been in here for at least a day spending that time securing the area and everything around it before he could properly set up his base in the abandoned thrift store he found. Hopefully he could get as much rest as a person could during the end of the world. As he tracked back to his base swiftly moving through the tree-line with the new finds he managed to scavenge. He stopped when he heard a squeal that didn't sound like the parasites that took over the world. Peeking through the green he saw a woman. A frown taking over his handsome features as his eyes rake her clothing.

A tiny pink cropped tank top, tight denim shorts that had jeweled pockets, ripped black fishnets and wedged heels that threw him off more than the unethical outfit. On her back was a clear backpack and inside was a tiny sleeping dog who was unaware of the life or death circumstances their owner happened to be in. Surrounding her were geeks groaning and growling, taking swipes at her. Their only objective is to eat,eat, eat.

Jungkook didn’t deal with other people, for obvious reasons but he was still the selfless Jeon Jungkook who couldn’t turn his back on anyone, especially a woman clearly in need of his help. So he quickly jumped from the trees, holding onto his crow bar tightly and as he approached the woman and the group of zombies.

Until she screeched, "You broke my nail" pulling out a knife from her thigh garter taking down all four of the dead. Breathing heavily she blew a curl from her face as she turned, jumping at the sight of Jungkook's large frame looming over her with his crowbar up as if he was ready to attack her. She squeaks gathering herself into a tiny fighting position as she points her knife at him and he notices the handle was decorated with a dark skinned hello kitty print.

“You’re literally so sexy. I’d let you kill me as long as I’m in a chokehold.” Her big brown eyes trailed to his beefy tattooed and tanned arms causing his eyebrows to shoot up in surprise. Clearing his throat he put his weapon down turning on his thick soled heels back into the ditch disappearing into the greenery. She wasn’t in any danger anymore so he wasn’t needed.

“You know it’s not very nice to leave a lady unattended in the middle of a road especially during an apco-" he was quick to grab her, shoving her down against the tree trunk. He smacked against her mouth, as a group of military men began to drive along the side of the road closest to them. His eyes met her wide ones as she blinked her wispy lashes at him. His gaze trails over the freckles that danced over her button nose, and cheeks, slight blood splatter caked there along with her forehead. She giggles quickly as he removes his hand from her mouth revealing a bright and pearly smile.

"Kinky." his lip curls in annoyance as he turns his back on her again.

“You can’t just leave us! Me and Minnie are great company.” He stopped walking when he heard the name of her dog minnie. Who's been surprisingly quiet through the whole ordeal. Looking over his shoulder at her, he then shaking his head, he continued on taking longer steps.

“Okay I get it silent and boarding, dark and mysterious, tall, tanned, and handsome.She rambled on scurrying behind him.

“Whew you know what hulk- ACK!” a thud echoed through the trees making him turn seeing her fallen to her knees in mud. She sniffles as she tries to stand on her feet, failing miserably only getting her hands dirty in the process.

"They leave me all alone, take my stuff, then I break a freaking nail because of those nasty freaks, now I'm covered in mud following around an avenger who doesn't even. . ."

She's fully sobbing now, fat tears falling down her chubby cheeks as she gives up moving. "Just strike me downnnn"

Again his selfless heart was aching as he winced. He grumbles as he stomps towards her reaching his own hand out for her to take, after all this he couldn't find it in himself to just leave her not now. She sniffles as she looks up at him, then stares at his hand. With another pretty smile she takes it, letting him pull her upright, allowing her to rub her muddy hands on his black tank top with a defeated sigh.

“Thanks Thor.”

Huffing he began walking again this time slower so she wouldn't lose him. As he gets to the brick wall that seperates the forest from the store. She stares up at it and swallows hard. “How are we gonna get up there?”

Rolling his eyes Jungkook pulls his backpack off of his back, throwing it over the wall. He reaches towards her and she gasp, “You are not throwing my precious Minnie over that wall!” Stepping back from him a pout set on her lips. He shrugs and begins to climb up, leaving her there to watch as he disappears over the wall. Pouting and huffing, she removes her backpack from her back, strapping it in the front just in case she falls on her ass. “I'm way too pretty for this”

Scaling the wall she walked along it ignoring Hulks loud huffs and tapping of his boots. That's when she found a hole there big enough for her to fit through happily making her way through.

Jungkook might just leave her there on the other side of the wall. Hopefully she'll use whatever's there in her brain to find her way over the wall with her crusty white dog who he wished he could sleep like. He jumps at the tap on his shoulder turning to her standing behind him hands behind her back as she gave him a closed lip smile puffing the apples of her cheeks rocking back and forth on her wedges. “Guess what hulky.”

He raises a pierced eyebrow as she points in the direction she came from. “Found a hole in the wall!! You didn't even have to climb over silly.”

The happiness in her face fell as Jungkooks face hardened. Storming over to the said hold, cursing. He could have sworn he sweep the whole perimeter. How could this have gotten under his nose? He turns back to you standing pouty and confused. Since the first time meeting him Jungkook opens his mouth to speak.

“Good job princess” his voice deep and hoarse from not using it for months.

"OMG how'd you know my name" She smiles practically bouncing on her feet from the praise and his attention, twirling on a piece of her hair like a school girl with a crush. Shaking his head he turned back to fix the wall.

Inside of the thrift store, Jungkook listened quietly to her ramble about her love for thrifting and how she would rather thrift than online shop. Then he watched her get teary eyed again over not being able to online shop anymore. “It's just not fair!!! Like I was living the most barbie dream girl life, ya know?”

Accepting the tissue he handed to her staring at the sleeping dog in her lap. “Then bam the Internet shuts off, then boom my freaking neighbor tries to eat me.”

“Like I'm just a girl! I'm not fit for this at all.” Blowing her nose into the tissues finishing her tantrum while Jungkook debated on what to say. “I watched you knife four geeks by yourself, I think you're doing pretty good.”

“ Really?”

“Really?”

She giggles sniffing, as she held out her hand. “I’m Princess Marie sorry for the late introduction ‘s very rude.

Clasping his hand into hers, “Jeon Jungkook. Don't worry about it too much.”

His gaze drifted to her bloody broken nail.

“Let's clean this up, kay?”

Eagerly she nodded dark curls bouncing.

“Mmkay kookie”

Jungkook wouldn't admit it out loud but being in the presence of another human being that wasn't trying to kill him was nice. He knew that princess and her crusty dog would be a handful but he was willing to deal with it. Plus he missed being called by his favorite nickname.

- © hobicakess ! do not steal, modify, copy, plagiarize, nor repost any of the works on this blog without given permission!

strawberry kisses 🍓⊹｡ෆ | JJK (18+)

♡chapters: one / two / three / four / drabble♡

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❥pairing: badboy!jungkook X virgin!reader // black!reader

❥genre: acquaint. to lovers AU, university AU, angst, drama, smut

❥summary: Jungkook is notoriously known as a f^ckboy who doesn’t eat p^ssy, until he finally gets alone with you…

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❥!!warnings!!: very descriptive virgin talk, reader is a ‘pure’ virgin [hymen], ‘virginity’, ‘v-card’, being scared about sex, eventual slight yandere jungkook, allusions to unsafe decisions and past toxic relationships [PLEASE ADHERE❣️]

❥other warnings: oral fem receiving, fingering, heavy petting, exhibitionism, sex sex sex on reader’s mind 24/7, plotting, princess nickname, fuckboy AND badboy jungkook⭐️, stoner jungkook, weed, alcohol, jungkook’s an undercover munch okay, and some shit he says and thinks is very vulgar, light choking, brown coochie desc [cause yeah tee hee], ‘strawberry’ used a lot, first time experiences, grunge/2000s vibe for their appearances and setting, grunge hottie with a y2k babe🎀

❥word count: 10.8k

-inspo: gif from btsjkgifs on tweet

-jungkook’s weed playlist: so high- dc | party girls- jeremih ft ludacris | into it, swim- chase atlantic | in for it remix

-author’s note: I finally got an actual virgin fic started cause I feel like phony virgins or determined virgins don’t get much show time in fics. Usually they’re shy and innocent, but I wanted insert to be that AND very set on what she wanted. I think it’s more realistic this way with how I wanted Jungkook’s character to compliment hers. Plus, I already did a corruption style type for Angel.

I hope you enjoy this and look forward to the next part! I can’t wait to finish 💗

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Jungkook was not the best influence on you.

In just a few months, you skipped more classes than you ever had in your academic life, started going to parties, dabbled in a harmless drug, and got stuck with a needle and ink for your first tattoo that signified this phase.

The stick-n-poke Jungkook did on your thigh wasn’t going to last forever—just as you suspected the friendship. It was lined perfectly though, as he was secretly artistic and a perfectionist.

It felt intimate, since you’d done one on him as well. A spider with a jagged abdomen and seven legs was hidden amongst his growing tattoo sleeve... He didn’t get it. Why you chose a sneaky arachnid as the symbol you saw fit for him, you mean. But he laughed and taunted you about your childish drawing skills, admiring your focused face as you carefully poked across his skin that night by the lake.

In your mind, Jungkook was the spider in your tame and boring life when the friendship started. Dangerous and cunning. You, the curious butterfly—like the ink on your thigh—that got too close to his web. All the hang outs and late nights were him spinning you in silk, around and around until he finally had you stuck and unmoving. He wouldn’t strike unless you moved first to get away.

Then he’d take what he wanted.

And you’d let him.

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The sexual tension between you and Jeon Jungkook was too high to ignore it.

But what did anyone expect to come from a blossoming friendship between a ran-through fuckboy with an attitude problem and a phony virgin.

There were lots of lingering touches and kisses and heavy petting to the point that was all you could think about instead of college work. You were more worried about having Jungkook balls-deep inside you rather than your next exam, experimenting on smoking weed or hitting his vape pen with him until morning.

Despite how fucked up he is, he’d been hooked on your mind since the day you met him. He was the one in all black with the tattoo sleeve, the piercings on his face, and a dark gaze that told you he wanted to do really bad shit to you.

Yeah. That guy.

Notorious badboy who lives faithfully by an “I don’t eat pussy” motto that doesn’t deter him from fucking anyone because he’s just that damn delicious to look at. He likes to get his dick wet with no strings attached and no promised special treatment in return.

Maybe it’s a bit misogynistic that he’ll gladly receive head and won’t give it, but he started lining up too specifically with your sexual desires, so you stayed around.

See, Jungkook keeps to himself. He’s a hit-it-and-quit-it, but his hookups are only known because they brag about how big and good of a fuck he is. Surely, he’d just give you the dick and leave. He wouldn’t boast about gaining another body nor would he name drop. Your not-so-innocent deed would remain a secret.

You’ve kissed quite a few guys up until junior year, some nerds that weren’t too shy to stick their tongue down your throat in the back of the campus library, but no one’s gotten far. Hell, Jungkook hasn’t gotten that far himself. Fondling you through your bra is nothing compared to the many girls he’s banged into oblivion.

Nonetheless, the asshole respects your boundaries. He can get real sex whenever he wants. You’re just a fun filler in-between his other hookups, a girl playing hard to get. He enjoys kissing on the cute, shy babe he sits next to in a math class he barely attends. Gets a thrill out of calling you princess to tease you, because he doesn’t know your real name.

What Jungkook also didn’t know was that you were undeniably on the same wavelength as him. Just in a sugarcoated format. You liked to play. You liked to kiss and touch and feel up on another body… But you were still the doe-like glint in your eyes that your makeup couldn’t shield, the timidness in your step that the cuff of your ass in your mini skirts and your cleavage couldn’t distract.

A virgin. With a very real v-card.

And okay, you get it. Jungkook has got to be the worst option to take it. Even now as you gaze at him he’s wickedly attractive, sporting a vintage band tee and a studded belt because his waist is too slutty to hold up his cargo jeans. His hair has grown into a mullet that fits his wild lifestyle and his sculpted face, curling around his neck where faded hickeys someone else has done stain his honey skin.

He’s a walking red flag.

But you can make your own rash decisions.

Jungkook gets to be so fucking easy and the epitome of a typical fuckboy. Why couldn’t you let this one thing happen for once and for all?

He’d do this quickly, too. Take you hard and fast when you tell him you want it. You’ve heard he fucks like a rabbit, so it’d go smoothly. No questions. Only two bodies bumping against each other to get their fill. Well, you wouldn’t know what the fuck you were doing, but he should be too selfishly horny to notice...

“Princess.”

His voice alone brings a plethora of goosebumps to your skin. You blink out of your dangerous state of mind as he blurs back into view.

“Hm?” You respond.

Jungkook smugly grins, dimples popping in his cheeks as his tongue teases the hoop in his bottom lip. He’d been fixated on you as you spaced out. You hadn’t answered his question for a full minute.

So he repeats himself. “I asked why you were soaking wet when I haven’t done anything to you…?”

“O-Oh.” You realize his hand is indeed up your skirt, the other pressing your hips to the door of your dorm room. You can’t remember the walk here or all the flirting done at the frat party to lead up to this. Clearly, you aren’t as calm as you told yourself you would be when Jungkook brought you to your demise.

It doesn’t help how odd and out of place he looks inside your hyper feminine dorm room either—pink decor, Sanrio plushies, and your strawberry perfume permeating the air in a thick cloud. He’s the only dark theme in your room, intruding the soft-core space with his mysterious aura and the smell of smokey cologne and weed.

There isn’t much talk about your girly decoration though, as Jungkook is eager to have you around his dick and invade your bedsheets with the scent of him. You’d been bold enough to finally take him to the women’s dorms you stayed in, sneaking him through the back door he knew all too well. Per university code, he was down to get fucked. You figured he’d understand what this meant you wanted from him…

Jungkook is rough as he presses his body closer, the passionate wetness of his tongue on your neck and the grip on your hips is nothing you’ve experienced before. You like that he’s not going slow, but the raw, carnal desire is terrifying.

Especially when you feel what he’s working with in his cargos. It grows heavier as his hands travel around your waist to underneath your skirt, grabbing handfuls of your ass and teasing the little thong you decided to slip on earlier. He goes as far as rubbing you right where his experienced fingers know your entrance would be, and, fuck, it feels so much different with having someone else in control of your pleasure.

You feel your panties getting stickier than ever at the mere fact that he’s warming you up for the inevitable. How quickly drenched he’s made you and the noise that escapes when he finds a sensitive spot on your skin. You moan his name, gripping his hand to get a sense of reality.

The fuckboy groans back, stopping to look at you. You can’t believe you’ve chosen death himself over the sweet, kind guy who’s been trying to get with you all month. Brandon would have been all lovey about this… but Jungkook is going to murder you. Specifically, your insides.

He knows it, too, with how he smirks at your flustered expression and panting lips. It makes you nervous that you’ve gotten this far, and you’re back to your shy, timid self when you think about what’s to come next. You’re so close to flaking and leaving him with a hard on once again, but you want this.

So you take it upon yourself to kiss him. It’s barely a peck, and you end up brushing his silver hoop piercing more than his rosey lips. His tongue flicks out to lick the residue of strawberry gloss you left on the corner of his mouth, and Jungkook becomes lost in the flavor of you.

He tilts your chin up and kisses you back.

It’s not gentle or polite like the one you gave him. His tongue demands dominance as soon as your lips touch, his muscle smoothing over the flesh of yours which has you thinking of badder things than tongue kissing. It’s sloppy and urges your hands all over each other, your hips flush together, Jungkook’s legs hitting the edge of your bed, and you nearly falling on top of him.

The way your hips begin grinding on him is so alluring... You’re such an enigma to him right now—as if you weren’t already—that he’s determined to use this opportunity to finally have what’s between your legs.

You become a bit more aggressive since you’re trying to keep up with Jungkook’s tempo and not get him bored, but you can’t help but feel anxious when he cups your chest, breaking the kiss to ogle the cleavage of your lace bra underneath your top. You go to move away, but he yanks you back down on his lap.

“Are you getting all shy on me again?” He whispers. “It’s nothing I’ve never seen before, princess.”

True… but you’ve never been naked in front of anyone else. Your fairy lights aren’t dim enough, and you didn’t think it’d be taking this long to get pounded. This is too intimate.

However, Jungkook is quick to divert your attention by rolling over on top of you. Your skirt rides up with the movement, and he gets a glimpse of delicate, pink panties decorated with a tiny bow. That hug your pussy like a present ready to be unwrapped. They correlate with your bra, too, and Jungkook heavily believes in matching sets gracing him with the best pussy he’s ever had. You’re so done for.

Jungkook admiring how the baby pink contrasts beautifully against your brown skin forces your legs shut in fear. You had worn the lingerie for him, but you didn’t expect staring. Where is his urgency to put his dick in you?

Apparently, nowhere to be found as he follows you further back on your bed, eyes curious and enticing, sizing you up. He hovers over you when your pillows and plushies make it impossible to go further, the skull pendant on the silver chain around his neck dangling in your face.

You clearly want this, otherwise you wouldn’t have said what you said at the party or sent those texts all last night. You’re just too shy to go for what you want, and Jungkook finds it adorable. He chuckles at how skittish and scared you’re being, trying to calm your nerves with some humor.

“What are you, a virgin?” He asks.

It’s a joke. At first. Until you bite down on your tongue and avoid his eyes for a second, unable to maintain your faux confidence any longer.

Jungkook freezes.

Shit.

“No way…” he mumbles, looking at how sexy you are laid out underneath him. It seemed he was contemplating on dipping or not giving an ounce of a fuck that you had never done this before.

He’s suddenly conflicted on how you’ve gotten this far undetected. It makes sense when he reminisces about your bashful antics and you pushing him away before things get too far, but he thought of it as simply respecting that you have boundaries no matter the reason. He just never thought it was because you were… untouched.

Jungkook doesn’t do virgins as much as oral. It’s laughable to find out he’s been played along by a phony virgin the whole time.

“Were you trying to hide it from me?” He tsks, tilting his head down at you. “Cute.”

Your lips are shut together, as you don’t know how to answer, because, yes, you have been hiding your virginity from him. It’s not wrong… but maybe it isn’t so right to have him obliviously deflower you.

He doesn’t make a big deal out of it though, instead waiting on you to speak. So you don’t want to make a big deal out of it either, trying to brush it off.

“A-Are you still gonna…?”

“No, I’m not gonna fuck you,” Jungkook says as he leans in. Your chest hitches when his palm rests on your thigh.

“I’d rip you open, princess…” He mumbles softly, round nose nudging with yours. “You’d probably bleed all over my cock, fuck…”

Weirdly, you were not put off by that. He could tell by how your eyes practically sparkled that you were into it… His jeans feel tighter.

“Unless you want me to?”

You swallow. Unable to say it, but begging to be split in half in your head.

“Such a freak,” Jungkook murmurs. He’s heard quiet girls were the freakiest, but, damn, you were taking the cake.

The room grows quiet, and Jungkook moves as if he’s about to free you from his grasp, leave you high and dry like you’d done to him plenty before, but you’ve gotten too close to spend another night fantasizing about what he’d do to you if given the chance.

You grip his bulging forearm. “C-Can you kiss me?”

Making out has got to be so lackluster to him now, but he doesn’t hesitate to do as you ask. Fitting his mouth to yours is like second nature, the sweet oil of your gloss something he’d never say no to and how your bottom lip pricks between his teeth because he can’t help but to bite.

You mewl right into his lungs, hands roaming up tattooed skin to cradle his neck. His erection bumps against your thigh as he shifts to kiss down your throat again, and you realize that this isn’t actually going to stop when Jungkook starts sucking the tops of your breasts. When his lips meet your belly button, wavering over the sliver of skin between your skirt and cropped shirt.

Jungkook has been waiting as long as you to fuck each other. Is he really going to let your virginity be a deal breaker?

You smell like strawberries again tonight, followed by a hint of cocoa and marshmallow that has Jungkook wanting to stick his nose to every inch of your body and just breathe. You smell so fucking edible to the point that he wants his tongue running all over your melanated skin, too. He doesn’t notice that he’s kissing down your inner thigh until you gasp.

“What are you doing?” You ask nervously, blinking down at him.

He’s quiet for the moment he takes to stare up your skirt, at how your pretty, pink panties is nothing but a string of ruined fabric covering your swollen pussy now. You drip right through the lace and onto his fingers when he rubs you.

“Really wanna taste you,” Jungkook says, barely loud enough for you to hear over the thumping in your chest.

Your throat is too dry to say anything when his eyes flick to yours. He grips your knee to push your legs further apart, getting on his to sit up and lean over you again.

You don’t expect his hand to fall to your neck, thumb brushing your lips as his other palm squeezes your breast. You grab his wrist when he applies some pressure, thinking he’s going to choke you to death, but he just smirks at your doe-eyed expression.

“Princess… I trust that you’ll keep this pretty mouth shut.”

Oh. Right. He didn’t go down on his hookups. Or maybe he tells other girls this same thing, to keep hush about it.

At least all of your efforts wouldn’t be wasted. So you nod with his thumb on your tongue. “O-Okay.”

Jungkook hums at your compliance before reaching for your skirt and telling you to “lift up”. You do as he says and allow him to begin undressing you, your body shivering in anxiety when he throws your skirt on the floor and grips the band of your underwear next. You inhale a deep breath and lift up again, Jungkook’s eyes glazing over at the thick strings of wetness that have pooled in your panties as he drags them down your legs.

The fuckboy isn’t a stranger to getting his partners excited. He knows he has a face that can get anyone soaked. But this? He wouldn’t last for shit.

Jungkook likes it super wet and super tight. From all the women he’s fucked, not every girl feels the same. Virgins have been a big no-no in his sex life, but now he’s rethinking everything he’s ever stood for at a mere glimpse of how wet you are and how your hole looks like it can’t even take his fingers.

He’s about to put his mouth on you for fuck’s sake. This is exactly why he’s avoided your kind.

And you, in particular, are extremely dangerous. Playing as if you’ve had experience the whole time this has been going on, plotting this whole night out from suggesting meeting up at the party and coming back to your dorm. It doesn’t take much to notice that you’re completely hairless and smooth everywhere, too. Skin glowing like you took all morning prepping for a proper dick appointment.

Jungkook isn’t complaining. It’s hot that you dolled yourself all up for him in hopes of getting your v-card taken. Wanted to look like the princess he calls you when he takes you. Which you do.

Fuck, you look like the prettiest pillow princess ever as Jungkook lays on his stomach and yanks your hips closer to his face. You shyly glance up at your fairy lights, becoming embarrassed when he spreads your thighs wider and you can feel your pussy lay out for him. You don’t think you can muster eye contact during this, but you notice Jungkook’s eyes taking in your face and your princess parts without a care in the world.

There’s browns and flushed, dark pink hues that has him biting at his lip piercing in sweltering anticipation, and he’s so damn eager to put his mouth there that he doesn’t think twice about what he’s doing and goes with his instinct to lick. You squirm in response, catching a squeal in your throat at the foreign sensation. Jungkook, on the other hand, is already following up with another lick between your folds and then another…

You taste so sugary, and the way your juices are sticking to his tongue in webs makes him wish he’d eaten you out sooner. His blunt nails dig deeper into your thighs as he pushes his face closer so that his nose bumps with your clit. You begin whimpering, and it’s the perfect motivation to get you further.

Your cunt feels uncomfortably slick, but the tingling and tightening in your core that Jungkook is gracing onto you feels too good. You doubt that he’s never done this before; He’s eating you like it’s his craft. All while looking like—the devil.

His face is perfect for pussy eating, hell, face riding even. There’s no way no one else hasn’t witnessed his cheeks flushing, his furrowed eyebrows and rough tongue as if he’s angry as hell… The fluffy mess upon his head tickling your thighs.

You can’t bring yourself to touch it. You can’t believe someone’s pleasuring you and enjoying it. To keep yourself sane, you bury your face into your pillows and promise to not look down. Your moans are already as humiliating as you thought they would be, you can’t imagine your facial expressions.

But Jungkook finds your noises sweetly airy and sensual, desperate, but sexy. Your shaking legs and how you’re gripping the sheets, too, indicates that he’s treating you right. Gliding his tongue at a rhythmic pace, changing it up for a few seconds to nibble and swirl here and there. He doesn’t think he’s doing it correctly although you’re clenching like crazy.

Licking on pussy he hasn’t been in is so out of his character, but “you taste so fucking good” is all that passes through his swollen lips when he pulls away to catch his breath. You’re adorably hiding behind a Hello Kitty plushie, equally out of breath but able to hum at Jungkook’s compliment.

He doesn’t mind your shyness, which he’d expect from a virgin in the first place, but now he wants to see you lose it. Lose all your composure, rut against his face to get off. Cum. You’ve probably never had an orgasm before.

He proves himself right when he touches your slit with his fingers. You jump as if it’s foreign, too, and your cunt slicks up even more when he brushes your entrance. Jungkook’s rubbed you over your underwear a couple of times before, more so to tease, but it’s clear you haven’t had your own fingers down here to do real work.

So he wraps his lips around your puffy clit, sucking as he sticks his middle finger in your pussy to give you more pleasure… but then realizing he can’t go far or even curl his fingers how he wants because you tense up and—

“You still have a fucking hymen?”

Jungkook was partially kidding about popping your strawberry. He thought that was a traditional myth, or that nowadays many virgin women didn’t always have hymens for natural reasons. He figured you would just be a tight fit. Not that he’d have to actually break you in… To his luck, you keep surprising him.

“I-I’ve never done this before,” you mumble, pulling the Hello Kitty plushie down far enough for him to see your eyes. “I told you I was a…”

“Yeah, as in you haven’t had sex before,” Jungkook responds, tone nearing annoyed as he retracts his finger, careful to not tear you. “Not as in you’re some type of pure virgin bullshit.”

You sit up as he moves from in between your legs, your ears burning at how his lips are glistening from your mess. You hug your knees to your chest and use the plushie to cover yourself as he gets up from the bed.

There’s no way he’s leaving you.

“Jungkook—“

But he’s already made it out the door of your dorm, slamming it shut.

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Not that he contacted you much before, but Jungkook doesn’t message you for the next week. Not even to get high with him or go to the lake.

It’s a different type of silence between you both with knowing what happened, and you kind of expected it to go down like this after he got a piece of you anyways, to completely ignore you after getting what he could. It sucks that you didn’t get fucked how you imagined, or got to experience a first orgasm, though another experience to jot down in your diary was still a win.

It’s strangely made you confident that you’ve been half naked in front of another man, especially a seasoned fuckboy like Jungkook. If you can have him on your bed like that, then imagine how down bad you’d have your other option—Brandon.

Jungkook’s easy, but you know Brandon’s been trying to hit at you for a while. You could get him to fold with the snap of your fingers. He’s already so flirty and preoccupied with you as the umpteenth party of the semester goes on, him sticking to your side like a lovesick puppy and paying for your fruity cocktails with his daddy’s money.

You can’t be too stuck up on Jungkook when plenty of men have a dick, and, after all, your v-card can’t be much harder to get rid of. You wouldn’t give up a good time with Brandon.

He’s a popular senior with brown skin, dark hair, a bright smile, and gorgeous, hazel eyes. Very cute and lean since he plays varsity soccer. He’s not in a lot of mess with girls, but everyone knows he gets heavy play outside of the field.

Plus, Brandon is the son of some wealthy businessman. He doesn’t need to do much to pull any thirsty bitch, but you’ve been making him work for it. Other girls want to date and marry into his rich family; You just want his dick and maybe that roll of money he keeps unbundling for you.

Brandon can’t possibly suspect you’re a virgin with how you’re feeding into his teasing and teasing right back, knocking out drink after drink and giggling at everything he says. This is the longest you’ve engaged with him outside of class, so you hope you’re giving off that you’re interested in sleeping together, despite the shy and introverted persona you have.

The soccer player seems to understand your reciprocated desire though as he gets touchier and leans in to whisper how good you smell and how sexy you look—because, when has a mini skirt ever failed? But you catch the big, brown eyes of someone across the floor.

Staring.

Jungkook.

You look away first, as he has no shame in letting you know he’s watching you. While sitting between two girls that were practically on top of him.

Urgh. The nerve to glare at you when he’s been walking past you on campus without a word all week… Asshole.

“Did you want another drink?” Brandon asks, rubbing your arm at the sudden change in your facial expression. You like that he doesn’t meddle in who you might’ve seen and offers more poison.

“Yeah, sure,” you tell him. The alcohol has loosened you up quite a lot, but you can still remember the shit that has you pressing yourself to Brandon, so you down another, thankful that your mind gets fuzzier.

It only lasts for a few minutes before you’re reminiscing the other night, Jungkook’s hand on your throat, his tongue in your pussy, and what could’ve been if you weren’t a virgin. You want to say ‘fuck him’ out loud and forget about it and him in general. But you glance back over to where you’d noticed him to see he’s leaving the party. Alone.

Making quick eye contact with you through the crowd. It speaks for itself.

Fine… Let’s talk then.

You step back from the kitchen counter as you set your cup down. “I-I gotta go.”

Brandon chuckles, although he’s not happy about losing his piece of ass. “Want me to drive you back?”

“I drove,” you say, wielding your Sanrio charm decorated keys from your wrist wallet. “But thanks.”

“You can’t drink and drive,” he claims, and within the second of him pulling you back into him, he snatches your keychain. “I can get you back to your dorm, ________.”

“I can drive fine, not drunk,” you mumble. He’s right, you shouldn’t drink and drive, but you’re going to see someone who you trust more to be inebriated around. “Can you give me my keys?”

Brandon pockets them and shrugs. His nonchalant attitude shift is different than how he approaches you in class. “How about we go upstairs to chill before you go? You’re not sober enough to drive.”

“Then I can walk,” you exclaim. He’s pissing you off. Sure, you had a good amount of alcohol, but you’re highly functional, speaking without slurring. Tipsy, maybe, but not drunk. You can’t tell if he’s trying to protect you or be a jackass about you leaving so soon.

“I’ll give you your keys if you give me something in return.”

Okay. Jackass about you leaving so soon it is.

“What?”

“A goodbye kiss,” Brandon frowns, thick eyebrows furrowed. “You’ve been such a tease to me all night, thinking I’ve finally gotten through to you. I didn’t think you’d still be such a prissy good girl around me outside of Chemistry.”

You suck in a nervous breath, understanding how this might look to him. But still… doesn’t mean you owe him anything, and it sounds like he’s alluding to it. You wanted to have sex at first, but you can change your mind whenever you want, right? He’s acting as if you’ve ruined everything by not putting out.

“Or not want me to take you back,” he continues, wrapping his bulging arm around your shoulder as he takes a swig of alcohol. “You’re not as drunk, are you? Like you said? Let me drive you to your dorm.”

You can’t fathom the words coming out of his mouth so casually, and, suddenly, his sharp cologne is stinging your nose, his varsity jacket is heavy on your neck. He’s turned you all the way off, and you’d be pushing it to let him drop you at campus. What would he ask for then?

You wrench his arm away from you. Fuck the keys. A goodbye kiss because he spent his money on you? And can’t handle the idea of sexing up anyone else in here but you? What makes him so entitled.

Brandon calls out to you as you leave your keys behind and push through the crowd, wanting to explode on yourself for what happened and being blinded by something as unserious as your desire to lose your virginity. Brandon was sweet until he wasn’t, but you don’t know if you’re looking at green flags or red ones.

Maybe he was joking about the kiss and playing around? What if he was worried about your safety for real? Ack… Your mind didn’t feel right, but you know how you love to overthink.

Once outside the frat, a sigh visibly escapes your lips and fades into the cool, night air. There’s as many people here as in, but everyone is lit off their alcohol or whatever drugs being passed around to notice your frazzled state as you step down the porch stairs. You figure to head to your car and wait until Brandon eventually gives you your keys back, scared your little baby may get stolen. However, low and behold, parked right next to it in the makeshift parking lot of grass other college students have dumped their cars across, is none other than an iconic blue and white mustang.

Actually… you don’t mind waiting for your keys. Jungkook leaning there against the hood of his old school gem smoking is going to keep you occupied for a while.

You come to a stop in front of him, anxious, but he’d been the reason for you to leave in the first place. It’s not like you’re unwanted in his presence.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything at first, glances at you up and down in your revealing outfit while you check him out the same. He’s in a fitted black top and baggy, dark wash jeans held up by a belt that accentuates his lean yet muscular figure. A chain decorates his neck, and his fingers are shiny with steel rings as he removes the blunt from his mouth to blow the smoke.

He’s so menacing looking like the bad boy he is, curled hair styled to perfection. You’re too entranced by his handsomeness to notice his hand pulling you closer by the back of your thigh to pass you the blunt to hit.

You puff it for a second and exhale the weed in a sigh. It’s something about you being all dolled up in cute makeup, pink clothing, and your leg warmers that makes Jungkook’s lip quirk up at you engaging in illegal behavior with him. He takes another hit when you give it back, your strawberry flavored gloss sweet on his tongue as he lets the smoke fade into the darkness above before finally speaking.

“What’s with you talking to that guy?” He confronts. “Acting like I don’t give you enough attention…”

He wasn’t about to beat around the bush. No wonder he was death staring you.

“Is that what you brought me out here for?” You ask. “I didn’t say anything when those girls were all over you.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue, sharp jaw tightening. “I have girls all over me all the time, princess. Doesn’t mean I want their attention.”

As if on cue, he looks over at a group of girls clearly giggling and gushing about him a few cars over, despite you standing right there. You scowl as you turn back to him to see a smirk on his face.

“Or need it.”

“I didn’t need his attention either,” you feign innocence. What the hell is he trying to get at? So what if you were on Brandon.

“Didn’t look like it.” He sizes you up before catching your eyes again. “You dress like an attention whore, had your tits pressed against his arm the whole time… You wanted him to fuck you, yeah?”

“If I did?”

A beat of silence before Jungkook chuckles, yanking you between his legs by your hips this time to get nose to nose. “He can’t give you what you want.”

“Y-You don’t know what I want.”

“You want me.” He smiles with bunny teeth, and, god, he’s so fucking fine even though he’s so full of himself. “Right, princess? Don’t give me that pout.”

You step back and immediately fix your face before he reaches up to fix it for you. “Is this all you had to talk about?”

It’s his turn to pout at your pissy mood, but it doesn’t stop him from pushing on.

“I didn’t bring you over here for nothing, princess,” he says.

“Then what do you want?”

“To taste your pussy. I thought that part was obvious…” Jungkook nods back at his car, and your breath runs rapid.

No way he had enough room in there to have his head between your legs. Comfortably anyways.

He’s gotta be fucking with you? Eating you out, walking out on you, and ignoring you for a week to then come finish the job? What a joke.

“You’re insane.”

“A little.” Before you can walk too far away, he grips you by the wrist to pull you back. “Wanna hot box?”

“That’s an even dumber idea, Jungkook…”

“Not like it’s stopped you before.”

What’s his fucking issue? He’s acting like the night in your dorm room never happened and that he didn’t ghost you for days after finding out you were a virgin. As if this whole friendship or situationship wasn’t as unhinged already. Now he wants to ‘chill’ after seeing you cozied up with Brandon. Typical fuckboy!

Your choices in men weren’t great, but Jungkook has this special charm to him that bends you to his each and every will. If he wanted to smoke you high, your body was going to find a way to make it possible. Or his raven eyes are just that majestic to have you whispering “Fine…” in agreement, without weighing the consequences.

Next thing you know, Jungkook’s propped the passenger seat forward to let you and him slide into the back of his old school mustang. The back seat isn’t ideal for his height or yours since the roof is lower and a bit cramped, however, you don’t mind having to lie back and being pressed next to Jungkook’s warm body. Hot boxing with him was a cheat on therapy.

The tinted windows fog up ten-fold due to the chilly weather outside and the fumes filling up the vehicle. There’s music playing from the radio that hugs your skin just right, and you loll onto Jungkook’s shoulder as you allow yourself to buzz after the blunt’s gone. How he knew you could use this moment was beyond your comprehension, but motherfuckers like him always knew when to show up and keep bruising their marks before they disappear.

It’s much easier, in his case, when the butterfly on your thigh has yet to fade. He draws circles on the stick-n-poke he’d done on your skin months ago, thumb as soft as a feather. Fingertips lightly grazing the expanse of your smooth, brown legs over and over.

You suspect he’ll kiss you, make out, go as far as sucking on your throat to feed the oral fixation he gets when he’s faded and to fuel the stickiness you get in your panties at his touch. You can smell his cologne on his neck mixing in with the loud as he leans in closer.

“It pisses me off,” he starts, and the huskiness in his voice has your hairs standing on edge. “When you play in my face, princess.”

Your hooded eyes can barely push up a confused eyebrow. “What… What did I do?”

“Make stupid decisions,” Jungkook tsks. “Your little boyfriend doesn’t know?”

He was still stuck on that shit with Brandon? Men were so damn dramatic, hell.

“He’s not my boyfriend, neither are you,” you explain, annoyed. “You didn’t want to take it... What does it matter if I wanted him to?”

“Are you that stupid to have someone else’s tongue up your cunt?” Jungkook utters, finger coming up to coil a curl around it before making eye contact. “I licked it, so it’s mine.”

You giggle. The weed makes your laugh last longer, but it’s funny, genuinely. Staking claim over your coochie because he ate you out? Mr. I Don’t Eat Pussy pressing you about it is crazy. He has to be high out of his mind, but you entertain him back, feeling a little too bold from the kush and alcohol.

“Yours? When you didn’t even do much before running out?”

The car goes quiet except for the audio lowly bumping the speakers. You can’t believe you said what you’d been so pissed about. He surprisingly doesn’t get mad at you coming for his ego, instead, he laughs it off, tonguing his cheek hotly, dangerously.

“Did you wanna be a brat tonight?” Jungkook responds, hand tightening on your thigh. You didn’t know exactly what he meant by it, but you were not up to find out.

You bite your tongue and shake your head, scared out of your mind at what you’re positive crossed both of your consciences in that moment. Jungkook’s veiny hands adorned in those silver rings leaving your ass welted. You, a whimpering mess and regretful about opening your mouth.

“You sure?”

You nod. “Y-Yes...”

Jungkook finds you fucking adorable as you trail off and blank out. He isn’t used to girls thinking around him, so he can’t help but to stare, move a little closer to see if he can read your mind. Your pupils are big, filled with anticipation. Expecting more.

“Is that why you haven’t texted me?” He breaks the silence. “Cause I didn’t get you off?”

From your perspective, you hadn’t thought of it in that way. He didn’t text you, but neither did you text him. The lack of communication is on both parts, but he always hit you up first to hang. He can’t all of a sudden act as if it’s the other way around, like you’re the one dragging him along for the fun of it.

“It’s because you ran out on me in the middle of… doing it, what am I supposed to think?” You ask.

“Princess,” Jungkook makes a noise and throws his head back against the seat. “You’re so hard to understand.”

“W-What do you mean?” What was so hard to understand about wanting to get fucked into your mattress?

“I mean,” he begins, red eyes flicking to yours past his nose. “Have you even touched yourself? Came?”

You blink. “Came…?”

“Orgasmed,” the fuckboy smirks, cheek dimple popping. “When it feels too good and you just let go.”

The flesh of your cheeks warm as you imagine it, the stuff you’ve seen in porn and those times you’ve tried to get yourself there but embarrassingly failed.

“No… but I touch—I touch myself sometimes. I just… rub it. It hurts if…” You avoid his gaze, unable to say it aloud.

“Cause you don’t know what you’re doing,” Jungkook concludes. “You’re jumping ten steps ahead when you haven’t seen a real cock in person, princess. You don’t know what you like.”

Your dolly lashes blink up at him in guilt yet admiration. You have a serious lack of experience with sex, heavy petting being the furthest you’ve gone with Jungkook, and you come to realize that it isn’t smart or safe to be so willing to give up your virginity. You’re clueless enough for the university’s biggest fuckboy and the police’s worst nightmare to hang morality over your head. Jeon Jungkook. Trying to communicate about your nonexistent sex life instead of getting a quick nut.

Oh, god, why does he care? It makes you want to fuck him more instead.

“I get what you’re saying,” you tell him. “But… does it matter? To you, that I’m…”

“Yeah.” He’s back to playing in your hair again, body facing yours, head tilted to the side as he hums. He’s high, but still in control of his actions and words and… agh.

“W-Why?” You ask.

You feel like any other guy would be dying to be a girl’s first time. Jungkook’s restraint and adulation in this situation is so sexy, despite how disposable you’ve heard he treats women.

“Well, I just wanna fuck you,” he honestly admits. “You might not want that from me.”

Your chest pounds faster as he traces the curve of your neck, thumb grazing the tops of your chest and cleavage. No shocker there that he only desires sex from you, can’t keep his eyes off your body. But that’s what you want, too. A good time.

You boldly grab his hand to place it on your chest, and he immediately squeezes. Jungkook’s surprised by your action, and the peek of the lace bra underneath your top isn’t allowing him to think rationally.

You whisper, “What else do you think I want?”

His eyes roam over your body again, before he blinks back into reality and says, “A boyfriend. Commitment.”

“Because I’m a virgin…?”

He nods and reaches up to touch your face.

“Yes. I think girls like you get attached, princess.” He thumbs your bottom lip. “And crazy.”

He has to be wrong. You don’t think you will turn out like that. Not over sex. You care little about your virginity, and you aren’t the type to take it as extremely and give it to someone you vow your life to in marriage. You could have sex and move on like everyone else.

“I was your first, wasn’t I? When you tasted me..?Why can’t you be mine?”

The fuckboy finds your logic flawed. Oral versus intercourse wasn’t anywhere near the same. “That’s not how it works, princess.”

“Then show me how it works, Jungkook.”

Your determination has Jungkook’s dick hardening in his jeans. His sweet and soft princess is so set on what she wants that he doesn’t want to tell you no. Of course, finding out you were a virgin didn’t make you any less desirable to him. If anything, he wants to break you in half and take you for himself.

But, it’s not right. He’s an asshole and commits crimes here and there, but he’s not a bad person. And he doesn’t want to hurt you, whether that’s emotionally or physically. Virgins are stop signs to him for a number of reasons, some shit he’s dealt with as one himself. He just—doesn’t want to take advantage of you. He’s selfish and unavailable in too many ways he needs to be. You don’t deserve that.

It’s a good thing he’s as good as he is when it comes to women. He can give you what you want, all while still not giving you what you really want.

“Open your legs,” he demands, calmly and assertively. As expected, you freeze.

“B-But—“ you stutter, looking around at the tinted windows of the car. Jungkook knows his windows are pitch black, but he likes how nervous you get about possibly being seen exposed.

“Your legs, pretty,” he repeats, tugging on your thighs. “Spread them.”

You let out a breath and lessen your resistance as Jungkook maneuvers your legs over his thighs and coerces you to spread one, enough to let his palm flatten between them, a thumb pressing up against your cute underwear. The crotch is unsurprisingly damp.

“You’re so fucking easy, princess,” he taunts. “Are you sure you’re a virgin?”

“I-I am.” You don’t know if you’re stuttering because of him or how aroused you’re getting. Jungkook and weed is a terrible combination.

Jungkook greedily pushes his fingers down your panties when your mouths connect to feel all of it skin on skin, clit sticky and fuck, yeah, you are a virgin based on how tiny your hole still feels as he circles it.

It’s insane how internally possessive he grows to be reminded. Sex and pleasuring another leaves him satiated but not wanting more than just a quick fuck. With you, he can’t hit it and done. He can’t push your face into the backseat and cram his cock into you. He has to take his time, wants to give it to you right in every way he can.

Virgins aren’t his thing. Eating pussy isn’t his thing. Not when he’s only done it once… He’s just… experimenting. All while developing new, sick fantasies you’ve ingrained into him.

“Can I touch you?” He breaks the kiss to ask, like his digits aren’t already slipping through your folds.

Your ears burn at the faded yet needy look in his pupils. You think he wants to go further, and here you are again, ready to lose your virginity to the fuckiest fuckboy, despite the attitude he’s given the past week. What was wrong with you? And him?

Who knows… You gladly nod your head.

You slightly lift your hips to let him pull your pink panties down your knees, over your leg warmers and platform shoes. They’re discarded somewhere in the car, and you shriek as Jungkook repositions so that you’re more on top of him and your lower half is over his, pelvis angled to better expose your core. You thought P-in-V was next, but you’re not realizing how serious this is until he moves his fingers back down there. The pretty ones with the rings that look like they’ll break you.

“Y-You can’t, I’m…” Too tight. You were too embarrassed to finish your own sentence. However, Jungkook is already ahead. Stupid you to think you could take cock when one finger is about to make you a wreck.

“They’ll fit, princess,” he coos. “Relax.”

You try to do just that by letting your body mold into his, taking slow breaths, vibing with the music you can hear, trying not to be too in your head about what you’re doing. It’s weird at first when he brushes your clit again and starts rubbing it, but the sensation quickly brightens into pleasure. The little nub grows hotter with every circle, and your pussy aches for more.

You whimper a cuss word at your legs jerking and grip his tatted hand when a figure walks by the tinted windows. The party must’ve began dying down and people were leaving. And you’re here in the backseat of Jungkook’s mustang getting your clit beat, wishing he’d stuff you, because you can feel how badly the inside of your walls want to be full.

“Think you can take it?” He rasps in your ear. You nod and moan as he picks up the speed on your hood, using his other hand to fondle your breasts over your shirt.

Like any other woman, you wet yourself easily at Jungkook’s ministrations. By your heavy breathing and squirming, he can tell you’re dying to get a taste, that you want to cum on his fingers so hard. He kisses you more, rubbing and rubbing along your slit until your pussy is drenched on his fingers, and then does he take the opportunity to prod at your hole.

Your body freezes once you ingulf an influx of air, the foreign feeling uncomfortable yet tempting. You want it, despite the sting you have to endure before your core naturally submits and accommodates his ringed finger.

Your breath falters out of your chest as he pushes, and you dig your nails into Jungkook’s wrist. You feel hot, everything’s so hot, and your walls are clenching nonstop.

“I know, I know,” he comforts you, pierced lips whispering against the side of your neck when you throw your head back in ecstasy. “Let me in, pretty.”

“Ngh, fuck, oh my god,” you moan out, wrapping your arm around his neck to hold onto something. No way it feels this good, and you’ve been missing out all this time.

It’s Jungkook’s middle finger you’re clenching around and babbling over, close to ripping the curly tresses out of his scalp with how hard you’re tugging. A delicious sheen of sweat coats your neck as Jungkook drags his digit in and out slowly for you to experience the motion, and you look so sexy spread out on his lap taking it.

Another shadow flits by the car window, and your pussy immediately tightens in excitement. You start trying to rock against his hand to get him deeper, anxiously watching for outside but still enjoying yourself.

“Jungkook, f-faster,” you beg, reaching for his hand and pressing it more against you if possible.

He listens, adding more movement in his wrist, allowing his finger to slip further and quicker into your silky warmth. He’s as breathless as you when you whine out at the feel of his thumb stimulating your clit.

“Pretty little pussy suckin me in so good,” He mumbles against your skin, strawberry scent blessing his nostrils. “Fuck.”

Now he’s imagining you wrapped around his dick sucking him in just like this. Stretching you out until you’re full of him and crying about how it feels too much. So he uses his other hand to spread your pussy, ring finger sliding in next, obsessed with getting your sex to open up for him. He barely has to try. You’re so slick and relaxed and willing that you take the two fingers with little struggle.

“You’re so tight, princess,” Jungkook moans, barely able to move his fingers despite getting them inside. He figures he’ll hurt you if he tries to force further because of your hymen, so he’ll deal with what he can.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize in embarrassment, a bit uncomfortable too now with another finger since it feels bigger.

He guides you back into bliss, though, not allowing you to slip into that insecurity, and bends his head down to aim and spit on your folds like a professional. “Breathe for me, okay?”

“M-Mmkay,” you sob, because he was mental for having the nerve to spit like a freak and then talk to you as if he really cares about your pleasure and well-being.

He doesn’t press you to go any further, accepting that this may be as far as he can get you. Which is fine. You’re a virgin after all. He doesn’t expect you to hop on his dick, hot and ready. He’s much bigger than the two fingers your pussy can’t handle, not to brag. But it’s okay. Vagina was still vagina, and he knows exactly how to satisfyingly end this.

“Don’t think about it,” He whispers, his voice soothing you to unwind and let him take back control.

“Think… Think about what?” You breathe, voice hitching when Jungkook goes to rub your clit, keeping the other two fingers lodged in your tight wetness. He doesn’t answer you and instead slides his fingers deeper. Not thrusting. All of the motion is focusing on your swollen little button.

You don’t expect the buildup to hit you fast and so quickly. Lashes wet with tears, lip bitten raw from trying to keep noises down. But it rips through you without any remorse that you cry out loud.

Jungkook steadily abuses the nerves to get you there, holding you down to his body so you can’t run away from the climax. There’s fingernail indents reddening on his wrist when he slows down, and you gasp as you continue to cling onto him throughout your orgasm.

That was… crazier than you expected. You feel like you’re floating for a few seconds and have lost your mind. It’s as pleasant as people say.

“Good, princess.”

Jungkook is delighted that he pulled it off. Gave you your first orgasm awakening. He could’ve done better and so much more, but with how your chest is heaving, he would have made your heart explode. He’s happy with this for now.

“Aak!” You suddenly scream when you look down, but cover your mouth to not alert outsiders.

Jungkook leans up at attention. “What?”

“S-Sorry. I felt something… Inside. And it scared me,” you mumble. “Can you…?”

Your fingers gently touch the two still lodged inside your entrance. Oh.

“Yeah.” He slowly pulls them out, careful to not hurt you. And then does the final result of Jungkook’s finger fucking show.

A cloudy stream of cum flows from your pussy and forms a small pool on the crotch of Jungkook’s dark jeans near the zipper. He takes it upon himself to spread your lips for the full view, tiny cunt clenching around air.

“Of course you’re a creamer,” he notes, eyes fixated on the juices on his hand.

You pout. “Is that a bad thing…?”

“No.”

Although he enjoys when women squirt, it fits your entire persona and being that you cream. Some cheesy, aesthetic shit like chocolate covered strawberries and whipped cream is very fitting to the way you smell, dress, and look… Even during sex.

Shamelessly, he brings his fingers to his mouth to lick them.

You taste sweeter than last week. Or maybe it’s been too long to remember the exact way you did, so his tastebuds have forgotten. Either way, he wants your cunt in his mouth. Now.

The tension between you and him grows and grows as he leans in like he’s going to kiss you, and with those pillows wet from your essence, you’re begging him to ‘kiss me more, kiss me more’ in your head.

You can smell your scent on his breath when your lips brush, but your excitement is cut short.

Ruined by a beating on the window glass.

“JEON!”

You freeze.

Jungkook lets out an airy chuckle and hangs his head.

“Fucking hell…”

“JEON!” It sounds like a girl. And a mad one, since she bangs some more, her fist shadowing on the fogged window. “I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE, YOU ASS!”

You frown. “Who is that?”

“Don’t say anything to her,” Jungkook responds, and slides you off his lap. “I don’t know where I threw your panties.”

The banging and yelling continues, and the doorknob is also yanked on. Your blood pressure rushes into defense mode when a nasty thought invades your brain, but you can’t ponder on it for too long. You’re clearly being rushed out of the car, and you’re half naked.

Jungkook looks down on the carpet for your missing undergarment, but something pink catches the corner of your eye. It’s your underwear. Up there on the dashboard.

More banging.

You don’t think you’ll get it on in time, this was already taking too long.

“Forget it,” you tell him, pulling your skirt down. “You want me to stay in the car, or what?”

“No, fuck,” he groans. He easily pushes the passenger seat forward and unlocks the door so he can get out.

The door flings open. All hell breaks loose.

“Oh? Now you open the door?!” The girl yells.

“Giselle,” you hear Jungkook say, and what sounds like scuffling. “Stop.”

“You got a bitch in there?!”

A bitch…?

Oh, god. You roll your eyes, nervousness catching in your throat. Was this his girlfriend? A hookup? You’d forgotten he was a fucking fuckboy. You should’ve expected this if you were going to be around him in public and in general.

What were you thinking? How much of a piece of ass do you look getting fingered in the back of his car at a party. And then to have some chick yelling at him about his endeavors.

You didn’t have time for this. You got your nut. It’s time to make like a man and bounce.

So you slip out of the car after obtaining your wrist wallet from the pocket behind the seat, expecting to make a quick getaway. However, Jungkook was guarding the passenger door and there’s a girl standing in front of him, fuming.

She’s a popular senior that you’ve passed by a few times on campus, two years above you and Jungkook. You never cared to know her real name, but you did know that she was too old to be red in the face over someone like your acquaintance. Unless… this was her man. But Jeon Jungkook didn’t date.

“Is this who’s getting your dick wet now?” She, Gigi, or Giselle, looks you up and down, flips her dark hair, and crosses her arms. “What a downgrade.”

You blink, honestly not fast enough and too confused to respond because you didn’t expect the insult.

“Cut it,” Jungkook firmly states.

“How about you cut your penis off and stop fucking everything you see?” Giselle steps in his face, and it kinda pisses you off that he lets her and just turns his head to tongue his cheek in annoyance. “What’s on your lips? Gloss? And that cum stain and your boner tells me all I need to know, did I interrupt?”

Ew. What a fucking bitch.

Your face scrunches up at her attitude and the way she’s talking to him. It’s degrading and weird. This can’t be his partner. Jungkook is never one to not voice what he has to say or be talked to any kind of way, so you assume her and him have history. But whatever history it is… It damn sure wasn’t healthy.

“J-Jungkook..?” You mumble, grabbing on his arm that’s blocking you to get him to move. Giselle’s eyes snap towards you, and Jungkook presses you back as she steps closer.

“And whoever you are,” Gigi points a French tipped fingernail at you. “Don’t let me catch you again, bitch.”

Was that a threat?

You know that she expects you to be quiet, too, to not retaliate. Probably because you are docile and sweet looking. And she thinks she can run anyone simply because she’s gorgeous and wears nice clothes and has a reputation to uphold. But you don’t do disrespect. Not over dick and balls.

So you step up to that fucking fingernail in your face, holding her eyes.

“Or what?”

She’s stunned. Eyes freezing at the fact that you opened your mouth to talk back.

You were shy, okay. But you weren’t a spineless bitch. Putting your pussy in Jungkook’s face was number one proof.

It’s quiet between the three of you for a second, just the sound of the breeze and university students laughing and talking as they exit the party. Inside Giselle’s head is loud with anger though.

“Princess, in the car.” Jungkook breaks the silence, coercing you to sit down in the passenger seat.

“You’re gonna let her talk to me like that? Really?” Giselle questions behind him. “Jeon. I’m talking to you.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you hear him say before he shuts the door. You listen in on their conversation as you let out a breath. “We’re not together. She has nothing to do with what we have going on anyways.”

“Fuck you, Jeon! Seriously!” You hear Giselle yell and watch as Jungkook’s figure crosses in front of the mustang. “You should know that I don’t take disrespect lightly. Not with any of the whores you talk to! Everyone knows that!”

Jungkook simply reacts by shaking his head and opens the driver side door, getting in and revving the car up. He glances over at you. “I’ll take you back to the dorms, okay?”

You take a little while to respond as he pulls off of the grass and through other cars. You were too shocked about whatever that was, upset about how she talked to him and her disgusting first impression on you. Sure, Jungkook wasn’t a saint, but she damn sure wasn’t one either. She was awful, and to be a popular figure at the university… You were glad you kept to yourself.

In other thoughts, Giselle had to have been Jungkook’s ex. Maybe they were on a break, and she was being celibate while he still fucked around. It made the most sense for her to be mad over. Then, he said they weren’t dating, so maybe not.

Sigh. You didn’t know. You didn’t want to know.

“Uhm…” you quietly speak up as he nears your dorm building. “Brandon has my car keys.”

“Why?” Jungkook asks.

“I don’t know, I think he was just playing,” you answer. “Sorry… I should’ve said something before you zoomed out of there.”

“No, it’s fine,” he says. “Get inside. I’ll get your keys and car for you by morning.”

“Jungkook—“

“I’ll get them.”

You close your mouth at his sharp tone, eyes fixating on his tattooed hand gripping the wheel. You hope he will get them smoothly. Too much chaotic shit already happened, and you didn’t want to be at fault for anything else.

“T-Thanks… Be nice about it, please?”

He chuckles, and you light up a little at his mood lightening, despite that altercation a few minutes ago. “You can talk your shit, but I can’t talk mine?”

Please. You were not going to go head-to-head with Giselle over dick. Only if it came down to her hitting you first... However, Jungkook’s a fighter, whether he’s hit first or not, so Brandon should think twice about playing with him.

“Still… be nice. Thanks.”

He nods. “Yeah.”

You awkwardly open the door and get out, grabbing a hold of your wrist wallet. Before you can close it, Jungkook stops you.

“Forgetting something, princess.”

You bend down to see him holding your pink panties out to you.

“Jungkook!” You snatch them, balling them up in your hand and looking around to make sure no one saw. Like you both were doing a drug deal.

“I can keep them up here as a souvenir, if you want.”

“N-No, bye.” You embarrassingly shake your head and close the door, biting your lip as you turn and enter the building. Jungkook’s mustang doesn’t noisily speed off until you swipe your identification card and the door clicks behind you.

You palm you warm cheeks as you ascend up the stairs to your floor.

What a night…

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Your residential assistant brings you your car keys in the morning, saying that they were left on the office desk without a word but your name. You thank her, going to look out your window to see your car parked across the lot in reverse.

How nice of him.

You wonder how Brandon acted when Jungkook approached him for them. Tsk. Probably tucked his tail and gave them up right away. It secretly annoys you that you couldn’t get them back yourself, but hey, sometimes guys won’t listen until another one makes them. Sad to say.

You jump back into bed after doing your morning routine and pull up your chat with Jungkook. You should thank him. For getting your car keys and bringing your car. Not… for fingering you and giving you your first orgasm. That’s weird. And you shouldn’t pry into his situation with Giselle. That would be weird to ask about, too, when you and him are just acquaintances having fun.

Okay. Let’s forget anything else happened. Be normal.

you: hi. thx for dropping my car off

Send.

Except, it doesn’t. The message is green, and you’ve seen Jungkook’s iPhone that he rarely loses sight of.

What?

No way.

You huff, pretty loudly. Chin plopping down on My Melody’s plush head.

You send another message, a period. To act like you forgot to put it at the end. It’s green. And you’re not getting the option to send it as a text message.

You call, too, the call not going past the first ring.

You’re… blocked?

“Wow…” you mumble, not knowing how to describe your confused emotions…

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So….. hey 👋🏽. Longtime fic reader and long time secret writer 😂.

I write but never post really 😂 honestly I feel like my writing is 🗑️ but I digress. But I can’t ever really find what I’m looking for (except for one writer who is phenomenal but she isn’t really writing anymore) so I decided to try my hand myself.

I decided to put it out there to see if there’s any interest. I’ll start posting snippets of what I have to test the waters 😅😅

Full disclosure…. I’m into almost everything so you never know what you might get. Mainly black coded older reader. Some MxM.

Some of my favorites are sub!yandere BTS, poly BTS x reader, supernatural, A/B/O…. I’m greedy, what can I say. Like Pokémon, gotta catch them all 🙌🏽😅

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Forwarning...I'm not that fancy, never blogged before so I have no idea how to make this look appealing...maybe one day between my million kids and million jobs I'll figure it out.

Here goes nothing.... please don't be tooo harsh lol.... y'all I feel like my writing is trash lol.....ugh... ok fuck it.... Yoongi didn't raise no bitch!

He recognized the yearning in her eyes. If he allowed himself, it was the same yearning for her reflected in his.   It was the last show, fuck it, he thought to himself, I’m going to enlist soon, I can have this one thing. Looking to where he’s seen her every show prior, she’s gone. 

Meanwhile she cries tears of anguish watching him for the last time from afar. 

Curious eyes look down on them both from above. Curious about the despair they see in her face and the lost look only they are able to distinguish within his eyes. Even more curious, when the guest comes out, she is inconsolable, leaning into her friend for support. During the show he seems to be looking for something in that particular spot but doesn’t find it. He checks all 4 corners and the lost look remains.  A quick question is posed to the guest as he arrives to sit with the onlookers and he declines but is captivated none the less by the beauty and pain he sees in her face, he recognizes that pain.  Deciding to put it off for now, the eyes above watch the show in pensive contemplation. 

The show was amazing! she tells her friend as they plan their next move for the night. They’re both numb due to all the emotions he left on the stage. She’s emotionally raw and physically drained but thankful she was there. Or at least that’s the mantra she keeps repeating over in her head as they exit the arena for the final time. 

That was phenomenal! A perfect ending to an amazing run! His family and friends tell him backstage. He isn’t sure what he’s feeling at this point yet, everything is too fresh, too new, his tears haven’t even dried yet. He regrets not finding her or trying sooner. He internally mourns what could have been and what may never be. 

Meanwhile her and her friend roam the streets of Seoul in search of something to soothe the tumultuous emotions raging in their souls. They fear the announcement they know is coming come morning, “HELLO THIS IS BIGHIT MUSIC…”.    Coincidentally they end up in a cafe surrounded with pictures and mementos of their idols, not the fried chicken that they’d set out for but not an unworthy substitution by any accounts. 

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I'm trash, but my friend loves it. Not proofread, my bad...

“Love sometimes isn’t enough Hobi. I love you and you love me and we can love each other and not be together. I never want to hold you back or feel like I’m causing you to miss out on life or experiences.  Love doesn’t equal sexual attraction.  It’s ok, we…”

The look in his eyes silenced her mid-speech. 

He’s never looked at her that way. Slowly, she tried to back away to maybe try to give him space and time to let what she was saying sink in. Eventually he had to see that she was right. I mean, a girl can only masturbate so much. But the further away she got, the closer he came towards her.  

The thing with Hobi was when he was mad, you’d know it. He’d raise his voice a little, put some more bass in it. Let it be known. However, this was so far beyond mad, there wasn’t any space left in the room for any other emotion and the rage was so thick in the air she began to get lightheaded. 

Silence as he stalked closer, eyes never leaving hers. 

He didn’t have to raise his voice, the silence of the room was deafening. 

“Strip”.  He commanded in a voice so deep she felt it in her bones, causing her to shiver. 

Filled with indignation, totally disregarding the danger her instincts told her she was in, she tried to push past him as she told him she didn’t want a pity fuck. 

The words are caught in her throat as he wraps his long slender fingers around the column of her neck and squeezes in warning as he pushes her against the wall.   

He never raises his voice. In a harsh whisper he states “Instead of asking me like an adult, you assume you know my reasoning” he pulls a pocketknife out of one of the many pockets in his camo. “You then decide to try to end things with me” he pushes her further into the wall and puts the blade right up under her chin. She’s shaking at this point, realizing he did just finish his service and she has no idea the things he may have endured or suffered through. She tries to plead with him but he silences her with a squeeze to the throat. 

“You are mine. To fuck, to not fuck, to love, to spoil, to take care of…you are mine…”

Slowly he drags the blade from her throat to her shirt and down her chest ripping the fabric as he goes. 

“You wanted to see the man behind the mask, you wanted to know why I haven’t touched you yet, why I haven’t gorged myself on your cum, fucked you until all you know is how to scream my name…well you’re about to find out….color?”

Taken aback, the word green flies from her mouth before her brain could catch up and at that utterance, he kisses her so passionately he steals her breath. Then he glares, “strip before I cut off the rest”. 

Shaking she removes the leggings she was wearing and her favorite pair of boy shorts.   He picks her up underneath her thighs and walks her to the bed gently lying her down. If it wasn’t for the look in his eyes, she’d think they were about to make love. 

step dad jungkook

step dad jungkook fic with black! fem reader coming soon...

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summary: a normal day with your two boyfriends, Taehyung and Jungkook

pairing: jeon jungkook x black! fem reader x kim taehyung

warnings: implied sex, boob flashing

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The day dawned crisp and clear. The rising sun casting a rosy hue across the morning sky. Its rays seeping through the sheer curtains and down on you. You stirred, the light disturbing your sleep. Rolling over, you cuddled yourself onto the nearest chest, hiding from the sunbeams as much as possible. Naturally, his arms slung around your hips, bringing you closer to him, a kiss set upon your hairline. You question if he’s up, looking up at his peaceful state. Strays of his hair fell onto his face, his lips slightly opened. The light danced on his features as you brushed the stray hairs away to see his face better. You felt the bed shift from behind, another arm being thrown over you. His head rested on yours, body pressed against yours. You were completely sandwiched now.

You stared at the bare chest in front of you. His creamy skin is appealing and enticing. You couldn’t resist kissing there. A sleepy chuckle sounded in the room, startled, you flinch. “Couldn’t help it, huh?" he teased. You looked up. Jungkook’s eyes meeting yours, half-awake when he pulled you closer- if possible. “What are you doing up, princess?” he whispered, his fingers tracing the small of your back. “The sun,” you mumbled, knowing you won’t be able to go back to sleep. Jungkook smiled, rubbing your shoulder and gesturing behind you. You turned somewhat to see Taehyung. He was entirely knocked out.

“Guessed last night really tired him out,” Jungkook’s hands slipped down to your ass. Time stops for a moment when his lips met yours, the flutter in your chest intensifying. You could only focus on how soft his lips felt against yours. He smiled, throwing your leg to wrap around his. You felt the bulge between your legs. Your body growing hot as the kiss went on.

You heard another groan, putting you and Jungkook’s kiss to a stop. “Where’s mine, princess?” Tae asked, still half asleep. You turned, Taehyung was quick to pull you to his chest. Mouth pressed to yours, his tongue urgent to slip inside. Practically trading spit, his tongue devouring your mouth. Butterflies flew around in your stomach. Heat building up between your legs. He was never scared to be nasty with it. Jungkook held you from the back, sweet kisses littered on your neck. You let out strained moans, legs enclosing around Tae’s. He smirked, feeling you slowly beginning to grind on his leg.

Out of breath, you two pull away. Strings of saliva are left on your lips. “Morning, baby,” Taehyung mumbled. His morning voice only made the mess in your underwear even more uncomfortable. He cupped your face, giving you one last peck before getting up and heading to the bathroom. You flipped over, seeing Jungkook preparing to get up as well.

You pouted, not ready to get out of bed yet. “Come on, little one,” he encouraged. You sighed, getting up, grabbing your towel on the way out. You met Taehyung in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. He grinned, toothpaste foam dripping from his chin. You playfully cringed, pulling your top over your head, stripping down until you were fully bare. Enjoying the view, Taehyung let out a failed whistle, spit flying all over the mirror. You laugh and start the shower, waiting for the cold temperature to warm up. You slipped in when it was hot enough, letting the comforting streams beat down on your body.

Arms were loose around your waist, jolting from the sudden embrace. You glanced down, relaxing when you recognized the familiar tattooed arm. Unaware of how you threw your head back, allowing him to suck at your neck. “Couldn’t you wait till I was done?” Showers with the two always left the bathroom steamy and your legs weak. There were many times he had to carry you out of the bathroom. Not once did you ever complain.

He shook his head, now kissing along your jawline. “Let her shower,” Taehyung sided with you. Though you were happy with whatever happened.

“Fine,” Jungkook chuckled, deciding to lather you up in soap instead.

The shower was quick, minus the sex. You and Jungkook joined Taehyung in the kitchen, breakfast already made and set out on the table. Beaming at the appealing mean, you took a seat.

“Plans for today?” you started, mouth stuffed with toast. “We’re taking you to the gym today,” Jungkook answered, wiping crumbs away from the corners of your mouth. You sighed, hoping that they forgot about that.

Two weeks ago, you were begging the two to be your trainers. Going off about how you needed to lose some weight. The boys went on about how your extra weight was fine and made you more cute and cuddly. But you weren’t having that, so you begged until they gave in. A week in, you noticed that they went in hard with it. You were sore for the rest of the week and not in the way you liked. You wanted out now.

“How about we skip today and just stay home,” you tried. They shook their heads. “It’s only once a week,” Taehyung assured. “You’ll make it,” Jungkook added, caressing your cheek. Taehyung finished eating up. “I’m going to take a quick shower,” he mentioned, kissing your forehead. You watch him leave and close the bathroom door behind him.

“Let’s get ready, princess,” Jungkook took your used plate to the sink.

How can someone wear just sweats and pull it off, you thought, watching your boyfriends change in front of you. “Baby, you’re dribbling,” Taehyung teased. You rolled your eyes and handed Jungkook a rubber band. He stood behind you, pulling your braids up in a ponytail. “Leggings?” he grinned, hands gripping your ass.

Taehyung packed you guys’ water, along with some healthy snacks before heading out.

“Two more,” Taehyung counted. He held your feet down as you finished your sit-ups. You huffed, catching your breath. “Water?” Jungkook offered, the bottle hovering over your head. You thank him, taking a sip.

“Come, stretches now.” he held out his hand. You followed him to the yoga mats, hand in hand. He lets you settle first, looking out for any point where he needs to step in. His hands rest on your hips, legs nudging yours apart. “There you go,” Jungkook praised, helping you with the other position. You laid flat on your back, bringing your knee up to your chest. His face being super close to yours, he assisted you in holding that state, a smirk laying on his features. You shift your attention somewhere else to avoid your cheeks from heating, eyes landing on Taehyung lifting weights. His shirt’s sleeves rolled up and displaying his toned arms. He kept a steady rhythm when lifting. A simple thing as that left you mesmerized.

You went to your next position. Sitting up with Jungkook sat behind you. His hands going to support your back when he tells you arch. It hadn’t been a second yet, but you still felt the burn. Your eyes close, taking deep breaths while listening to Jungkook count away your thirty seconds. When he finished, you thought you were too. That was until Taehyung sat in front of you, grabbing your ankles and spreading your legs wider. Beginning on his count, you groaned, wanting to go home already.

Just then, hands slid up and down your sides, threatening to slip under your sports bra. Massaging your chest, calloused fingers brushing over your clothed nipples. Your change in breathing doesn’t go unnoticed.

“What do you want for dinner, baby bear,” You furrowed at the nickname, a whimper leaving your lips when Jungkook’s cold hand caressed your breasts. “Homemade,” you answered. He nodded, releasing your legs, Jungkook fixing your top back. “Guess that’s it for today’s workout,” he mentioned. The two helping you up, pretending that Jungkook didn’t just expose your boobs to the entire gym.

At home, you three started early on your night routine. It was still light out, the evening sun casting shadows. You just wanted to get into bed.

You set the face mask on Jungkook after you were done with Tae’s. Concluding the skincare part in a fit of giggles because of the two.

You three cooked. Agreeing on kimchi fried rice. You helped Tae put on the rice, assisting Jungkook in cutting the needed ingredients. When you were sure they were set, you went to put on a movie.

You all ate till you were stuffed. Arms wrapped around Taehyung’s neck, you sat in his lap half asleep, the soothing rub Jungkook gave to your aching legs was an addition to your drowsiness. Yet you blinked your eyes open, persistent about wanting to finish the movie first before going to bed. Once they heard your snores, that was it. They shut the movie off and carried you to bed.

Taehyung kissed your cheek while Jungkook struggled to fix your bonnet on, later kissing the corner of your mouth.

Face nuzzled into Tae’s chest and having Jungkook hugging you from behind, you felt at peace being squished between the two, drifting off to deep sleep.

Moon Meeting

Summary: Of course, you would get your first menstrual cycle on a Monday, in the middle of class, during an algebra test, in front of your crush. Fortunately, that very same crush is there to save the day. 

Pairing: nonidol!Jungkook x fem!reader

Genre: High school au, neighbors au, childhood friends au, angst, fluff

Rating: M (18+!)

Word Count: 4.3k 

Warning/Tags: !Mentions of blood! (reader has her first menstrual cycle), explicit language, bullying

A/N: As per usual I proofread this myself so please excuse any mistakes!

*Disclaimer all characters and events portrayed in my works are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persona or events is purely coincidental.*

Copyright © 2023 Spicybutterfly

All Rights Reserved.

Thank you for reading!♡ 

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“Did you guys see what Noa posted on her Instagram story last night?!” Your best friend, Peri announced, coming to stand before you and your other best friend, Imani. The booming of her voice startled you, making you jump. With her mouth ajar, eyes widened, and eyebrows raised high, you imagined this is the exact face you made when you saw Will Smith slap Chris Rock across the face at the Oscars. How she had so much energy at seven in the morning was beyond you.

Both you and Imani watched as Peri raised her phone, the Instagram story in question already displayed on the screen. Beside you Imani gasped, covering her mouth with both of her hands.

“Omg, yes! So it's true? Theo really cheated on her?”

Peri locked her phone and tucked it away before responding. “I don’t know for sure, but that’s what it seems like. I believe it though, he definitely gives fuckboy vibes. I mean, did you see how touchy he was being with her best friend at the basketball game last week? He’s gross.” Her curls swayed as she shook her head disapprovingly. 

Further down the hall, the sight of a familiar boy caught your eye, distracting you from the conversation. You watched as your longtime friend, neighbor, and crush, Jeon Jungkook strutted down the hall. Flashing his peers a pearly white smile as he passed, his dark brown, fluffy bangs bounced with every step. 

With your attention now focused on the boy, the voices of your best friends soon faded into unintelligible murmurs. You probably looked just as hypnotized as those cartoon characters mesmerized by the scent of a freshly baked pie sitting on a windowsill. 

It always amazed you how he could make your school’s overly bleak uniform look so attractive. There was not a wrinkle or crease on his white collared shirt and black uniform pants. His tie rested against his chest, tied neatly and securely. And, although it was nearing the end of the year, his school shoes looked like he’d just bought them yesterday.

The sight of his smile as he approached his friends all huddled around his locker awaiting his arrival made your heart flutter. He didn’t even need to say anything. All he had to do was walk down the hall and you were already a nervous wreck. He had you wrapped around his finger with not a clue in the world. 

With how far away you were standing at your own locker you couldn't hear what he was saying to his friends, but from the way they all laughed it was obviously funny. You didn’t miss the way Ella, held onto his arm, covering his mouth as she chuckled the hardest. She grinned at him, tucking a piece of her long, black hair behind her ear. 

Oh, Ella. How could you describe her?

Many of your peers would say she was pretty, smart, and well-liked. But you on the other hand liked to keep it simple. Ella was a bitch

For whatever reason unknown to you, Ella decided she would make your life a living hell. Since the day you all started high school together, bright-eyed and full of excitement, she’s had it out for you. From tripping you up in the halls or cafeteria, making you spill whatever was in your hands all over yourself, to knocking your things off your desk whenever she passed you in class. She’s always found a way to terrorize you.

Now, don’t misunderstand. You didn’t just take the abuse. Sure, the mere thought of confrontation made you queasy and anxious. But you always stood up for yourself, no matter how much your hands shook and your voice trembled.

“Ughh, I feel so sad for her, she doesn’t deserve that at all,” Imani expressed. “Is it bad that I kinda want to ask her about it, though? I mean, I know it’ll be weird because we’re not really friends but we do follow each other on Instagram.” She frowned, fingering the curly ends of her braids before tossing them back over her shoulder. 

Peri shrugged. “I think ______, has a class with her.”

“Oh, yeah!” Imani called your name. “Has she said anything to you about it? Did you guys talk?” 

  You didn’t answer, too busy focused on Jungkook, now conversing with Hoseok and Seokjin. He rolled his eyes, pushing at Seokjin’s shoulder before grinning. He must’ve felt your gaze, turning away from his friends to look directly at you. Focusing his bright eyes on you, he smiled raising a hand to wave at you.

 Your breath caught in your throat. It felt like your heart was going to beat out of its chest. 

God, you were so whipped for this boy.

You smiled back at him equally as brightly, returning the wave before he thought you were a freak. 

Your mood was quickly soured though. From beside him, Ella shot you a nasty glare. You kept eye contact for a few seconds before she rolled her eyes, turning away to whisper something to her friend. They then both turned back towards you, grimaces on their faces. 

It took everything in your power to look away. As much as you wanted to show the pair, you disliked them just as much they disliked you, you didn’t have time for the drama. These past few weeks have been nothing short of exhausting. Your schedule was packed with back-to-back exams, homework keeping you up all hours of the night, and several oral presentations coming up in the near future. With so much going on, you simply did not have the mental capacity to entertain Ella and her mean-girl antics. 

The sound of fingers snapping instantly removed you from your thoughts. “Earth to ______,” Peri grinned at you knowingly.

Beside you, Imani touched your arm. You turned towards her giving her your full attention. Concern was plastered all over her face. “Are you okay? You looked pretty spaced out there.”

“Oh, she’s more than fine,” Peri declared before you could answer. Bringing her thumb up, she gestured it backward over her left shoulder towards Jungkook and his groups of friends. Snitch. Next to you, Imani snickered, attempting to mask the sound with a hand over her mouth.

Instantly, you felt your face flush. Avoiding their gaze, you opted to twist at the charms on your bracelet.

“Don’t you get enough of him outside of school? You do live right next door to each other. And what about your nightly, romantic stargazing? What is it called again? Moon gathering,” Peri cooed making kissy faces at you. 

“Moon meeting,” You corrected, rolling your eyes, listening to both of your best friends snicker. 

You were still sour you’ve been missing your Moon Meetings with Jungkook. You hadn’t missed a single one since you both started doing them at the youthful age of six, nearly a decade ago. 

You still remembered the day Jungkook came up with the Moon Meeting Idea. Both your moms damn near had a heart attack when they found you and Jungkook, on top of his roof, wrapped in blankets and sharing a tub of chocolate ice cream. Neither of you understood the problem, waving down at your bewildered parents with toothy grins on your faces.

 After a stern scolding, and a long talk about safety your parents agreed to let you continue your Moon Meetings as long as they were supervised by your or his mother. It wasn’t until you were ten that your parents stopped supervising your meeting, trusting you to make the right decisions. Of course, they’d still check on you from time to time, bringing you snacks and blankets if the weather saw fit.

“Actually, I haven’t been to a Moon Meeting in the past two weeks, so,” you stated matter-of-factly. 

“Oo, snappy.”

“Anyway,” you continued, ignoring Imani’s comment. “I’ve spent the last two weeks hunched over my desk studying for my stupid algebra test.” A sharp pain in your lower stomach made you grimace

Peri hummed, looked at Imani, and then back at you. “Any we don’t stargaze romantically. We talk and eat snacks. And watch movies occasionally."

“Right,” she nodded, drawing out the end of the word. From the look on her face, you could tell she didn’t believe you. 

“Whatever,” you leaned away from your locker, readjusting the bag on your shoulder. “It’s 7:26, we have to get to class.”

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Chatter filled the room as the rest of your classmates filed in. Sitting idly at your desk, you watched the fish tank perched atop of the bookshelf. Your classroom pet, a clownfish cleverly named, Nemo swam around aimlessly. He poked and prodded at the colorful rocks at the bottom of the tank, mistaking them for food.

He was the only fish in his tank. Your class used to have another, also cleverly named, Marlin, but they didn’t get along. Marling constantly picked at Nemo. Biting at his fins, stealing his food, and smacking him with his own fins.

Besides your two best friends, you didn’t really talk to anyone else. You took solace in being alone. Too many social interactions rapidly drained your energy. It didn’t matter though, there weren’t too many of your classmates who an effort to get to know you anyway. Courtesy of Ella.

You and Nemo had a lot in common.

None of it bothered you though, you didn’t have anything to prove to anyone. Thus, while your peers conversed with each other, you sat patiently at your desk waiting for your teacher to arrive. 

Of course, your least favorite class would be the one to start off your school day, and of course, you’d be taking a test in that very same class today—Algebra 1.

Math has always been a challenge for you. You’d never been the type to get excited about numbers and operations. And once they introduced letters into the formula, you completely checked out. Algebra is just a concept you simply did not understand. All the effort you put into the subject seemed to be pointless, as with each exam you take your score drops lower and lower. Maybe that’s the reason why your stomach has been hurting all morning. Just testing anxiety.

The sound of Jungkook calling your name came from behind you. Subconsciously, you sat up straighter, brushing out the creases in your uniform skirt. With that same bunny smile you loved so much, he rested against the desk next to yours, crossing his ankles. 

“Hey, Bugs! I’ve missed you. It feels like we haven't hung out in forever.” Playfully, Jungkook pushed your shoulder, smiling gently at you. “Our Moon Meetings aren’t as fun when it’s just me.”

“Jungkook,” you groaned, pushing his hand away. “I told you not to call me that.” He smiled down at you, letting you continue.

“I’ve missed you too,” you confessed, before licking your lips. Suddenly, your mouth felt as dry as the Sahara Desert. With your eyes downcast, you missed the way Jungkook’s eyes intently followed the movement.

 “My test scores in this class haven’t been the best so, my mom has been making me spend nearly all of my extra free time studying.”

 Besides this class, and occasionally passing each other in the halls, your Moon Meetings are the only real time you have together. With Jungkook’s packed soccer schedule and you working four days a week and maybe more at your part-time job, there was really no extra time to spend together. 

“Damn Bugs, that sucks. You know I have a B in this class, I can help you study.” You could hear the pride in his voice. 

You popped your head up, staring at him with widened eyes. “You have a B in algebra?”

“Yeah!” Noticing your shocked expression he continued. “What I can’t be good at math or something,” he pouted, lower lip jutted out.

Your eyes widened. “No! I just meant-” 

“Well that’s rude, ______,” Ella interrupted, standing next to Jungkook. “Our Jungkookie is very smart. And, apparently, he’s better at math than you.”

Taken aback, you stared at her in disbelief. Where the fuck did she even come from? You swear she was like a constant dark cloud looming over you just waiting to ruin your day. Just as you were about to open your mouth to respond, Jungkook spoke up before you could reply. 

“C’mon Ella, that’s not necessary. ______ and I joke around with each other like that all the time. She obviously meant no harm.” 

“This conversation has nothing to do with you anyway,” you defended yourself, returning the rotten scowl she was sending you.

Ella arched her manicured eyebrow. “Hmpt,” she shrugged, sending a smirk your way before strutting over to her desk. Gosh, you couldn’t stand her. 

Jungkook sighed. “I don’t know what her problem is.” He shook his head, wiping his palms down the front of his pants. 

“I don't see how you’re even friends with her. I mean, you two are nothing alike.” You don’t mean to sound so possessive but it’s true. Jungkook and Ella were the complete opposites. Jungkook was good Ella was evil. Jungkook was an angel, Ella was the devil, simple. 

The look on his face turned sheepish. You watched quietly as Jungkook scratched the back of his neck before answering. “I don’t know about friends. She’s more like a pain in my neck. All she does is follow the guys and me around all day. It’s actually pretty annoying.” You hummed, pursing your lips. 

“Good morning, everyone,” the firm voice of your algebra teacher, Mrs. Lee, rang out in the room. Her blunt-cut bob swayed with every movement as she strode across the front of her classroom toward her desk. Authority radiated from your teacher as she silently stood at her desk waiting for her class to settle down. Around you, your peers quieted down scurrying to their assigned seats.

“Good luck!” Jungkook shoot you two thumbs up. “I know you’ll do good!” With that he made his way to his own desk, waiting for further instructions. 

One by one, Mrs. Lee called you all up to put away your phones and assign you a calculator and a formula sheet. The pain in the lower part of your stomach grew stronger. You were really nervous about this test. 

After Mrs. Lee passed out the final test paper, she stood behind the podium. “Did everyone receive a test paper?” A chorus of yeses was heard. Mrs. Lee smiled.

 “Good. As per usual, there is absolutely no talking, assisting others, or usage of any device besides your calculator during this test.  If you are caught breaking any of these rules your test will be terminated and will result in an automatic zero. Please refer to your formula sheet, guys,” Mrs Lee sighed. “I’ve provided you with one for a reason. And take your time, there’s no need to rush, you have the whole class period to finish. Good luck, don’t let what you’ve learned be in vain.” 

Mrs. Lee glanced down at her expensive-looking wristwatch. Anxiety filled you as you awaited her next words. "You may start.” 

At Mrs. Lee’s confirmation, you and all of your classmates flipped open your packets and began your test. 

Here goes nothing.

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It had been forty-five minutes since you started your test and you were in excruciating pain. This was definitely not testing anxiety. Your stomach has never hurt this bad before, and you were dreading the possible reason it could be. Please don’t let this be what I think it is. Please, please, please.

Readjusting your legs into a more comfortable position in hopes to relieve some pain, you felt your worst nightmare come true. A gush of thick liquid rushed out of your nether region. Immediately your eyes widened. Oh shit! No, no, no, no, no, no!

Panicked, you felt your hands shaking as you hurried to finish the question you were on. There were at least ten left, but there was no way you could bear the pain or the messy feeling of your blood-soaked panties any longer. Tears had already begun to prickle your eyes. Gosh, why today?! Why this class?! Why me?!

Wiping your eyes before a stray tear could fall you, stood up from your seat. Squeezing your thighs together, you walked as stiffly as you could to avoid any further damage. Your desk was only a few feet away but felt like it took forever to reach Mrs. Lee. Silently, her hawk–like gaze remained on you the entire time, her eyebrows pinched in question.

Your test papers wobbled lightly as you placed the packet on her podium. You cleared your throat before you spoke. “M-may I go to the restroom, please? It’s an emergency.”

“Now? Why didn’t you go before-”

“Mrs. Lee,” you interrupted her scolding. “I thi- I started my period. My stomach hurts really, really bad and I don’t have any um sanitary supplies.”

A look of realization crossed Mrs. Lee’s face as she registered your words. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry!” She kept her voice low, ensuring you were the only one who could hear her. “I’ll write you a pass to the nurse.” She rushed to her desk leaving you to stand alone.

 Her words were like a trigger, causing the lump in your throat to grow thicker. You swallowed, trying to ease the discomfort. It felt like your nose was full of cotton as you sniffled between breaths. You could feel yourself continually leaking into your underwear. Please hurry up, Mrs. Lee. 

“Ew! What the hell!”

It felt like time had stopped. You didn’t dare turn around, already knowing who the voice came from

 “Ella!” Mrs. Lee snapped finally finishing her signature at the bottom of the pass, giving the girl a stern look.

“Seriously, ______. Are you just going to stand there and bleed all over the place? Go get a tampon!” 

Your breath hitched at her words. There was no doubt everyone’s attention was now on you. You could nearly feel the stares of your classmates pierce your back. Your body was hot all over with embarrassment. You couldn’t move, instead, you stood frozen in shock.

Someone snorted behind you. This time a more profound voice was heard. 

“Gross, she even got it in the seat!” 

Roars of laughter filled the once silent classroom. The pounding in your ears muffled the sounds around you, virtually drowning out the mocking laughter and Mrs. Lee’s panicked voice demanding them to stop.

 Oh, fuck this.

 Solely focused on your escape, you missed the concerned voice of Jungkook calling out to you. You swung the door open, rushing out of the classroom. 

The harsh sounds of your breathing echoed throughout the empty halls. Tripping over your feet with how fast you were walking, you shoved the door to the girl’s bathroom open, barreling into the first empty stall in sight. It wasn’t until you were secured behind the locked door, slumped against the defaced wall, that you finally let yourself break down.

Your body shook with the force of your cries. Snatching the toilet paper from the dispenser, you struggled to wipe away your tears with how fast they were falling. Your nose was completely stuffy now, ensuring the only way for you to breathe was through ragged open-mouthed pants

Of course, this would be the experience of your first menstrual cycle. Of freaking course. This was all Ella’s fault. There wasn’t a violent bone in your body, but you wanted to punch her right in the throat.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open interrupted your panicked thoughts. Swallowing, you pressed your lips together, trying your hardest to suppress the harsh sounds escaping your mouth. Sure, your entire class has seen you covered in your own period blood, but you didn’t want to add to the embarrassment by having someone know you were crying in a bathroom stall. How lame.

Wiping your eyes, you flinched at the roughness of the toilet paper tugging at the skin underneath your eyes. You clutched the wad of used tissue in your hand. 

Confused, you stared at the stall door as if you could see through the solid. You know there was someone else in there with you, but you didn’t hear any movements. It wasn’t until you looked down that you noticed the pair of shoes right outside of the stall you were in. 

A knock sounded on the door, followed by a gentle voice calling out to you. “Bugs?”

“Ju-Jungkook,” you croaked eyebrows furrowed. What the hell was he doing in the girl’s bathroom? Through the crack between the door and the wall of the stall, you could see the boy standing on the other side. A calmness was radiating from him. 

“Could you open the door? I have something for you.” When you made no movements he spoke again. 

“Please?”

You wiped your face again before smoothing your shirt and readjusting your skirt, despite all that's happened, still wanting to present your best self to him You hoped your eyes weren’t as puffy and red as they felt. 

Slowly, you twisted the metal lock, opening the door for Jungkook. You kept your eyes cast down, staring at a scuff mark next to his foot.

“Here.” A black uniform skirt, pair of black cotton panties, a sanitary pad, and a travel-size pack of baby wipes obstructed your view of the dusty bathroom floor. Once again, you stood frozen staring at the items in his hands. When you didn’t immediately take them from him he spoke again. 

“I got them from the nurse. She assured they'd never been warned. I didn’t know your size, so I just guessed.” Carefully you took the items from his hands. Hoping your face remained neutral when your fingers brushed over his, you secured the items in your arms. You swear a shock ran through you. Jungkook was truly an angel sent from above. 

You cleared your throat before you spoke. “Thank you, Jungkook.” The expression came out hoarse and dry. Ignoring the roughness of your voice, he smiled and nodded. “I’ll be out there,” he reassured, pointing a thumb towards the bathroom door. 

You cleaned yourself the best you could with the few baby wipes you had. The panties you wore, which were your favorite pair from Victoria’s Secret PINK might you add, were completely ruined. You wrapped them up with the bathroom’s flimsy paper towels. It stung a little when you had to throw them away in the trashcan. 

You stuffed your soiled, khaki uniform skirt in the trashcan as well. It sported a large blood stain where your butt would be. You knew your mom wouldn’t mind though. You had more uniforms skirts than you could count.

Standing at one of the three bathroom sinks, you washed your hands clean of any remnants from your accident. You avoided looking at yourself in the mirror. You were feeling incredibly self-conscious and had no intentions of making it worse with the sight of your swollen eyes and stuffy nose. Rather, you wet a few paper towels, and dabbed lightly at your face, focusing on the tender skin around your eyes and nose. You felt a whole lot better, though the cramping in your stomach was still incredibly painful.

True to his word, Jungkook stood outside of the girl’s bathroom waiting for you to come out. He wore a look of concern as he watched you stand before him. 

“The skirt looks good. Like it fits goods.” Choosing not to think too hard about his choice of words you nodded, looking down at the skirt in question. Jungkook didn’t do too badly with the sizing. It was a little snug, but it would do until you went home.

 It was silent for the next few seconds, neither of you not really knowing what to say in the next moment. Wordlessly, Jungkook opened his arms, asking for a hug. You could melt with how adorable he looked. 

Without a second thought, you fell into his embrace. Like magic, the worries and the stress from the day began to melt away. There was a strong sense of security that emerged from being wrapped in Jungkook’s arms. 

“Are you okay, Bugs,” Jungkook whispered, his cheek resting atop your head. Slowly, he rocked you both from side to side. Tears began to prickle in your eyes again. You were okay now that you’ve cleaned up and somewhat composed yourself. But what about later? What about when you go online and see everyone talking about what happened? What about tomorrow and then the next day and then the next, until something juicer happens for everyone to talk about? Sure you were okay now, but you don’t know about later.

Jeez, these hormones were really getting to you. 

 Rather than burdening him with your troubles, you kept your answer short and simple. “Mhmm,” you nodded, your words muffled from pressing your face against his chest. “Just a little embarrassed.”

“Hey,” Jungkook pulled away, forcing you to look up at him. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Periods are completely natural.” You groaned covering your face with both you’re hands. “You sound like my mom.” 

“It's true!” He giggled as pried your hands away. “Seriously though, you shouldn’t be embarrassed. But I know that’s easier said than done.” You nodded, listening to his words. “Everyone in there who laughed at you are a bunch of immature, idiots with worms for brains. And if they say any slick shit to you, I’ll beat them up, okay?”

“Okay,” you giggled, bumping your fist against his outstretched one. 

“Good,” he smiled, that same bunny smile you loved so much. “Come on,” he declared taking your hand, leading you down the hall when you intertwined your finger with his. “I texted your mom and let her know what happened. So, she should be almost now. Oh! And I left your bag and your phone with the lady in the front office. There’s also some pain reliever up there for you.” You felt yourself grin at his words. He was such a sweetheart. 

“Thank you, Jungkook, for everything. I really don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

He bumped his shoulder with yours. “Of course, Bugs. You know I got you. But you do have to promise me something.”

“What?”

“Moon Meeting tonight? If you aren’t in too much pain.” Smiling down at you, he awaited your response. Sighing in mock annoyance, you playfully rolled your eyes. “Yes, Jungkook.”

“You promise?” 

“I promise.”

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Meet the Mod || JJK x OC

Pairing: Streamer Jungkook x Black Female Modder

WC: 1.4k >

NOTE: Now finished :)

"Hey, chat." Jungkook greeted the thousands of viewers tuning into his stream. His eyes glossed over the moving text as he adjusted his camera equipment. Jungkook had recently returned to his streaming schedule after taking a temporary break. The past two weeks had been pretty stressful for the young streamer. He had just moved from his small apartment to a much larger, more comfortable place.

It was crazy for him to think that he could sustain his lifestyle off his streaming income. Four years ago, he would have laughed at someone telling him he would average 70,000 viewers a livestream.

Did you eat? What did you do today? Marry me pls!!!

It was the same typical chatter that he was used to seeing.

"I ate three cups of spicy ramen. I did some training with my boxing mentor today." Jungkook rubbed his slightly pudgy stomach. He slid his beanie slightly higher, showing more of his forehead into the camera.

Mang_luver: Ur back!

Jungkook recognized the username of one of his modders. 'Mang luver' was a part of the handful of mods Jungkook had in his streams. Three of them were his close friends from high school, and the other two were viewers in the beginning with him. Mang luver fell into the latter category. She was always kind to him and helped foster the culture within the community.

Since there were so few mods, he was in a private and somewhat active group chat with his moderators. They spoke frequently with each other. Some of them even meet up in person.

"Hey Mang."

What games are you playing today?

That was the question that most of the viewers were asking Jungkook.

"Ah, I think I'm just gonna chat today. I'm not in the best mindset to focus on Overwatch or anything like that tonight."

Several topics for conversation spoke over the AI Jungkook has set up for his stream. Most of them asked for advice in school, which Jungkook wouldn't mind discussing; however, he doesn't think he's the best person to talk about school motivation.

His life path was quite untraditional. He dropped out of high school to pursue music. He was semi-successful and eventually returned to school to complete his high school diploma. Now he streams and boxes.

He sorted through the chat, looking for interesting topics. Straying away from suggestive or potentially sexual topics.

"My ideal type?" Jungkook read out the chat. It intrigued him.

Jungkook stroked his imaginary beard, thinking about his ideal romantic partner.

"I would say someone who is confident and not afraid of a challenge. I'm really attracted to a person's aura and the vibes they give out."

Jungkook was quite honest with his words. In the past, he's thought about the physical attributes that he wants in his future girlfriend. He didn't have anything that was top priority. Most of his deal breakers involved personality. Like if they were rude to customer service workers or if they were disrespectful.

It was hard for him to narrow his ideal partner to a list of physical attributes.

"I guess I can also add that the person would have to be an ARMY. Jungkook smiled. His shameless flirting ignited the chat. The chat eating it up.

Mang_luver: are you tryna rizz up the chat?

Mang_luver: L streamer

"You don't like my flirting skills Mang? Jungkook couldn't hold back his smirk. He and Mang had a teasing report with each other. Causing live entertainment for those in the chat.

"You know what, chat, I think I know my type. I like girls who don't like me back."

Jungkook waited patiently for another witty remark from Mang. The chat commented that the two were acting like a married old couple. They always bickered about small, petty things that eventually it just became part of their dynamic.

Mang_luver: YUCK

Mang_luver: *gag*

"You know you love it, Mang."

Mang face reveal?

I'm tryna see something? What they said ^^^

The thought crossed Jungkook's mind that he had never seen an image of Mang. While he knew her real name, Jennette, and her age 24. He would never reveal such information while he was live. In the back of his mind, he wondered what she looked like, but the thought never developed into more.

But now the chat was begging for the modder to reveal her face. Spam flooding the chat box, Jungkook watched, curious as he wanted to see her face.

"Mang get on Discord." Jungkook instructed pulling up a new tab, before sharing his screen for the thousands to see.

Mang_luver: ... Mang_luver: fine Mang_luver: i hate you all

Upon reading the last message, he clicked the call button above her username. The chat was probably more excited than Jungkook. Mang answered the call ten seconds later, showing nothing but a black screen.

"Hello?"

"Hey."

"Turn your camera on."

"You're so pushy." Jenette pouted on the other side of the camera. She was up trying to freshen up her looks, to make it not look like she was lying down in bed. She removed her satin head scarf and shook her mini twists that dangled by her shoulders. She washed her hair last night and did the twist til she got her braids in the next few days.

"I just wanna see what you look like Mangy Pangy."

Jennette rolled her eyes, hearing that awful nickname.

"I thought you agreed you weren't gonna call me that?"

"I thought you agreed you were gonna show your face?'

"Actually, I agreed to get on Discord. Not to show my face." Jennette smiled at her response.

"Such a smart ass."

"Don't wanna be a dumbass like you." The comebacks rolled off her tongue easily. She didn't have to think when she said them at all.

"You are lucky I like you." Jungkook grumbled, clicking around on his computer. He pulled up Instagram on the tab. Jennette knew that Jungkook didn't "like" her that way, but its effect on her was apparent. She cleared her throat, snapping out of brief feelings of attraction.

"So you can turn on your camera or tell me your Instagram. I wanna see what you look like."

Jungkook started typing in guesses for Jennette's Instagram without giving her time to think. The first few guesses were unsuccessful, pulling up random people who looked nothing like her. Looking at herself in the mirror, she looked over her appearance, unsure about the whole face reveal deal.

Her skin was slightly dewey from her skincare routine. Acne scars covered certain areas of her cheeks. More importantly, her purple cat-eye glasses. The frames enhanced her almond eye shape and made her look slightly younger in her nighttime apparel.

Without another word, she turned on her camera. Jungkook wasn't looking at the video call. He was still trying to guess her Instagram. Little did he know that her Instagram didn't contain her name at all. So at this rate he would never find her Instagram. The chat jumped with the thousands of new comments, all discussing her appearance.

Omg she's so pretty. Damnnnnnn Black Barbie fr fr She's not one of us

Gahhhlee

It took a message being read by the AI voice for Jungkook to redirect his attention to the Discord call. He had to readjust himself on the couch. He pulled one of his knees to his chest.

"Awww."

Jenette looked away from her screen, blushing at his reaction. She was nervous, waiting for him to be compelled to react in a humiliating way.

"You happy?" Jennette found it hard to look at the streamer. Gosh, he was so boyfriend-coded that she knew that her thoughts would start to evolve this simple interaction into something more. She got like this with most of her crushes. It never took long for her to fall for someone.

"You're so cute."

"Shut up."

Rizz her up Jungkook!

Yall look good together omgggg

"Yall, it's not like that, I'm not gonna rizz up, Mang. I was just curious to see what she looked like. Now, we can move on to something else." With a smile, he redirected the stream to a totally different topic. Mang took this as a segway to leave the call and rejoin the chat. Junkgook discussed the latest SZA music video 'Snooze', with Justin Bieber.

However, the chat was still discussing Mang's looks. More and more comments were becoming passive-aggressive. And Jungkook couldn't ignore the overwhelming backhanded compliments. It was time for him to step in and say something.

"Ayo, chill. That's enough on Mang. Don't forget she can ban any of yall."

I wish someone would defend me like Jungkook does Mang. ooop hell yeah- put them in their place!

He scrolled up the chat logs to see if Mang spoke. But she was radio silent. With his phone unlocked and off-camera, Jungkook privately messaged Mang. He wanted to ensure she was okay and confirm that he wasn't okay with the rude comments she was facing. Mang texted back pretty quickly, confirming that she was fine.

Mang_luver: I don't know why I just felt so nervous

Mang_luver: Face reveals always stir up anxiety for me

ABCDEFGHI__LMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ : I get it

ABCDEFGHI__LMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ: But don't listen to them. You do look good, like really good

Mang_luver: That's really sweet

ABCDEFGHI__LMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ: After stream I'll call you to ensure that things between us are still cool. I don't fuck with that bully shit.

ABCDEFGHI__LMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ: That good?

Mang_luver: Yeah I'll be up

Closing out of his phone, Jungkook reacted to a couple of other music videos released in August. Before he knew it, it was a quarter past three. Jungkook yawned before wrapping up the conversation he was having with chat.

"I'm gonna get off, guys. This was fun, per usual." Jungkook smiled and started waving at the people, saying 'good night' to him.

He's probably going to talk to Mang goodnight kookie you never answered?? will you marry me??? pls!!

He ended the stream, rubbing his face. Walking to his bedroom, he thought about what to say to Jennette. He was use to the 'mean' comments that he would get from trolls in his comments. Working in the music industry for all those years helped him grow thick skin. Plus, he knew that they wouldn't return that same energy if he ever met these people in real life.

He thought about how to properly apologize to Jennette. Eyes getting heavy, and the last thing on his mind was his really pretty modder.

BTS w/ Short Reader

Pairing: BTS x Black Fem Reader

Synopsis: Different moments with BTS having a short girlfriend

Request: @lelewright1234

A/N: Not edited just wanted to get it out. Will clean up later :)

Seokjin: Going to Dinner

One of the major perks of living in the city was being close to many diverse food cuisines. There was an Italian restaurant two blocks from your apartment, authentic Mexican food on the same block, and your favorite restaurant just ten minutes' walking distance away.

That was what you and Jin were currently doing. The fall breeze felt nice as you all engaged in small talk. The restaurant was a casual establishment. Not necessarily a hole in the wall, but it didn't require reservations either. Even during peak hours.

"I'm starving," you said dramatically. Your work was insane, and time just got away from you. Not even able to pick up something quickly from the nearby gas station. It was that type of day.

"Well, I just got paid, so feel free to splurge. I'm craving a juicy steak." Jin, equally enthused, rubbed his hands together. Jin had been working hard to put himself in the best position for a promotion. The industry was lucrative, but it was a dog-eat-dog world. He didn't have many 'friends' at his job. He did not see the need when he had his girlfriend, his best friend, anyway.

Taking a seat at the resteraunt, it was long before a friendly waiter greeted you all.

"Hi, welcome to Cheesecake Factory. I'm Ryan and I'll be your sever for the evening."

The waitor placed down the menus. "Can I get you started with something to drink?"

He tilted his head. "Oh my apologizes let me get you a kids menu." He rubbed the back of his head. He collected the menu in front of you so fast, you didn't have a chance to even correct him. Jin watched as you fixed your lip to correct the waiter. But he quickly shook his head no.

The waitor was moving amile a minute, and turned around going to go get a kids menu.

"I don't know if I should be offended or take it as a compliment." You jokingly posed the question.

"Take it as a compliment. Plus it's cheaper." Jin shrugged.

When the waiter came back, Jin accepted the miniature kid-sized menu.

"Okay, sorry about that. What can I get you to drink?"

Yoongi: Driving

"Good morning lovie." You cooed into the phone.

Yoongi groaned in response. Your warm greeting reminded that he agreed to pick you up from the airport. You traveled back home to your home country for a couple of weeks in the summer.

"I'm getting ready to get on my flight. I'll see you soon." You blew a kiss into the phone before hanging up. Yoongi was so delirious that he didn't even recall you hanging up. The eight-hour time difference was messing with him. He was already recovering from a long night before. He was one of those sleepers, where if you interrupted him, he couldn't go back to sleep after that.

But the warmth of the bed was working its magic. Yoongi, in one huff, flipped his pillow over. His body physically relaxed at the coolness. The satin pillowcases were a nice little touch that you added to the bedroom. They protected your natural hair in the event that your scarf slid off at night.

Soaking in the couple more hours of sleep that he got. Yoongi rolled out of bed, grabbing his keys. He shuffled slowly to his car. He slid one foot in the car, and groaned in pain as he hit his knee on the steering wheel.

Amid the pain and waking up, Yoongi looked at the driver seat.

"Why is it so far up?" He leaned down, sliding the chair at an appropriate distance for his legs. Finally getting in the car, he saw that all the car settings were off. His side mirrors turned in a lot more, and his rear view mirror was practically looking down into the back seat.

He smacked his lips, realizing the only person capable of adjusting his car settings was you, his girlfriend. You did some last-minute shopping before flying out all those weeks ago. You must have taken Yoongi's car.

He checked your location and saw that you were now twenty miles from the airport. Starting the car, hearing the engine purr. Yoongi felt his seat moving closer and closer to the steering wheel. Despite pressing the button, the car kept moving up the previous location. Yoongi's knees were damn near on top of the steering wheel.

Instead of responding grumpily, he laughed. "Shorty."

Hoseok: Clubbing

Finally, you and Hoseok reached the front of the club. Star Lounge had recently opened. You loved hitting the scene. Always being in the know. Hosoek your boyfriend was accompanying you. Thinking of your safety, a woman going to the club by herself- wasn't gonna happen on his watch. So he got dressed and met you at the line.

So after waiting nearly forty minutes in line you were rightfully upset when the security guard told you 'no.'

"What do you mean no."

"Read the sign lady." His head nodded to the sign in bold print beside him.

21+ club

"Yeah, I'm older than 21. Look at my ID." You did your best to keep calm. You are used to people thinking you are younger due to your age. Usually, a flick of your driver's license clears everything up.

The security guard was too involved in the other clubgoers to even look at the driver's license you had in your hand.

"If you hand me a fake, I'm putting you on the blacklist." He threatened.

Hoseok stepped in. Taking your license.

"We're not here to cause trouble or to hold up the line. Look at the driver's license. It's real."

With an attitude he looked at your ID. He even brought out the UV light. Flipping the card multiple times, trying to find any signs of fraud. But to be expected he couldn't find any.

"You can go in." He handed you the license, not making any eye contact. But make sure to add something smart to say. Hoseok ushered you in, taking you straight to the bar, to get the night started.

Namjoon: Pictures

You were taking yearly anniversary pictures with your fiancee Namjoon. The theme of the photoshoot was Midnight Kiss, fitting as Namjoon asked you to be his girlfriend on December 31st, mere seconds before the start of the new year. You were wearing a strappy four-inch heel that wrapped up your calf. Your dress was black with a sequence trailing the mesh sides. It cinched in your waist.

Namjoon wore a classic three-piece suit. He was handsome as ever and rocked the new low cut. The photographer was an energetic man who walked you both into placements. Complimenting on how photogenic you both were.

"Would you all like to do cute kiss pose?"

You nodded. Taking Namjoon's hands and placing them on your hips. As the taller individual natural Namjoon craned down to reach your lips. Right before your lips could touch, the photographer spoke up.

"Uh maybe we should find a new pose for Namjoon."

Slightly flustered, you looked to your fiancee. He too also looked confused.

"With the major height difference, Namjoon just looks... awkward."

"Oh-" Namjoon spoke. His slender fingers coming up to cover his mouth. You could see a smile creeping up.

"It just looked painful. Maybe let's try it sitting down." Pulling out a prop from the studio, Namjoon takes a seat first. You sit on his lap.

"Much better." The photographer crouches snapping the pose in different angles and lighting.

"I didn't think I was this short with the heels." You spoke between the kiss.

Namjoon chuckled. "I am six-foot, babe."

Jimin: Awardshow

You were at the Grammy's sitting beside your best friend, who accompanied you as your plus one to the event. The ceremony was dragging, and it was only forty minutes into the evening. The jokes were tiresome and the performances were frankly too loud. Overstimulated wasn't the word.

During one of the commercial breaks, you were getting ready to sneak a snack into your mouth when you heard your name called. Stuffing the snack into your purse, you smiled, turning your head.

Humbly coming up to you it was Jimin from BTS. You were well aware of who the singer was, as you both chatted privately from time to time. This was the first time you too were meeting in person.

"Yn. Hi!" Jimin bowed. He looked ethereal in his suit. His brown was a sandy brown hair. A middle part that looked perfect for him.

"May I hug you?" He spoke lowly taking note of your friend.

"Yes, of course. It's so good to see you." Standing up, you gave Jimin a warm hug, mindlessly rubbing his back. Jimin was glad to experience being in your arms. However, he didn't realize how short you were.

You only had a view moments before it was now time, for the show to continue. You waved Jimin goodbye as he walked back to his seat. It wouldn't be until after the award show that you would catch up with Jimin and his members. He was speaking informally about his encounter.

"I didn't realize how short Y/n was til I met her. She looks taller in her pictures."

Taehyung laughed hearing the retelling. Taehyung watched as you slinked up behind Jimin. In a more comfortable attire for the afterparty.

You wrapped you arm around Jimin's waist. Snuggling up to his side.

"I'm short eh." You feigned attitude.

Jimin looked down. Smiling seeing your face.

"You are it kinda caught me off guard."

"You're lucky my heels were hurting my feet." You laughed.

Taehyung: Sharing Clothes

It was a lazy Sunday at your apartment. Taehyung, your boyfriend was crashing at your place for the weekend. You all had an eventful day exploring new sites in the city. You all went rock climbing, ate lunch, and binged the newest season of Love is Blind.

Now you stood in the kitchen blending a fruit smoothie for yourself and Tae. The summer heat was seeping into your house, getting to the point where you had to take off your pants.

Taehyung just waking up stepped out from the corner. His wispy strands slightly sticking up on top of his head.

"Morning sleepy head." You greeted.

"Morning." Taehyung responded. He sat at the kitchen island. He sipped on the smoothie. Loving the pineapple and strawberry combination.

"Thank you."

"No problem baby." You smiled. You walked by Taehyung going to sit on the couch. Starting back up the season of Love is Blind you left off on last night. Taehyung followed your body as you propped your feet up.

"Yn?"

"Yeah?" You paused wanting to hear the conversation on the tv. Taehyung walked out the corner of your eye standing in front of you. He looked you up and down.

"Are you wearing pants?"

"Yeah." You pulled down the basketball shorts.

"I thought you were naked underneath."

"You sound disappointed." You teased back. Raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Mmm maybe." He spun back around sipping on his homemade smoothie.

Jungkook: High Shelf

The summer heat was nothing to mess with. It was increasing in temperature each passing summer. Jungkook's skin was slightly pink as he slid open the screen door from the backyard. He had a couple of friends over, and they were sitting outside sipping lemonade in the shade, doing everything in their power to avoid the scorching heat.

" Don't tell that story Jaehyun." Jungkook closed the door behind him.

Jungkook's heart nearly dropped watching you climb up in the chair. With wobbly knees you stood up on the chair.

Sturding the chair, Jungkook whisper scolded you.

"Jungkook. You scared me!" You placed a hand over your heart. "Don't come up behind me like that."

"You scared me stepping up on this chair. What are you trying to reach anyway?"

"I'm tryna reach some seasonings at the top of the cabinet." Jungkook motioned for you to step down off the chair. He slid it out of his way, stepping on his tiptoes to reach up and get the spices you pointed out for him.

"Just tell me next time okay." He lifted the chair placing it back. You laughed watching him slip back outside to converse with his friends.

idk if you’re taking any requests or not but if you are could you write jungkook x thick poc 🫶🏽✨

ofc lovely, idk if you meant thick in terms of like reader having a fat ass or a chubby bodied reader or both but for now let’s go with the latter

piercer!jungkook x chubby bodied! poc reader

warnings; possible grammatical errors but f it we ball. smut. ginger yoongi cameo

poc coded for my poc girls

“fuck i’m so nervous..” you mutter to yourself, knee bouncing as you wait for your piercer to get their equipment ready.

you had just finished signing what needed to be signed and now you were waiting your turn but as the seconds went by you were thinking about booking it the hell on out of there.

“relax girl, you’ll be fine. i’ve been getting pierced here for years. they’re going to treat you right, i promise.” ninging’s reassuring you with her dainty, manicured hands, clasped over yours.

you weren’t scared about a needle going through your nipples but you were starting to become a tad self conscious about if it’d look good or not. you heard that this piercing in particular was a confidence booster and it made you want to get them even more.

before you could relay the message to your best friend, a ginger haired male appears from behind the black curtain that sectioned off the next room. with a nod towards said curtain, he gestures you over to follow him and with baited breath.. you do.

your throat feels dry and give one last look to ningning who’s giving you a thumbs up with a big grin stretched across her lips.

you let out a breath and pull the curtains back, entering the next room. your eyes are instantly met with a black chair you’d see in a dentist office and a whole set up that looks expensive as fuck.

pictures of people with various body modifications, tattoos and piercings litter the walls. your eyes travel across the room, taking everything in until they land on a pair of soft brown ones and it’s then, you finally see him.

he’s standing at one of the four corners of the room, cladding his hands in black latex gloves. his dark hair frames his face beautifully, falling a little bit above his broad shoulders. a lip ring hangs onto the bottom of his lip, a silver bar to match on his brow. the rolled up sleeves to his shirt gives you a view of arms, one littered with beautiful ink.

his lips curl into a smile as he immediately notes you ogling at him. the feelings mutual though as he takes in your figure. your outfit complimenting every part of you. there’s something about your presence that’s drawing him in and it’s not just your body.

“alright, i’m gonna go on break.” the gingered male announces, turning on his heels to exit the room.

now it’s just you and who you assume to be your piercer.

“you can have a seat in that chair over there,” his voice is sweet. it doesn’t match his looks at all but hey, you’re not complaining.

“I’m jungkook by the way.”

“..y/n”

you bite your inner cheek as you make your way over to the chair, holding your purse close to your stomach, waiting for further instructions. As you sit in the chair it’s dawning on you that this hot ass fucking piercer, looking fresh out of the front page of vogue, is going to see your tits.

The thought makes your chest feel heavy, you chew on your bottom lip in an attempt to control your mind from wandering elsewhere.

With all the shuffling behind you, you presume that he’s getting his equipment ready. You're lost in your thoughts, constantly turning on your phone to check the time and for notifications even though you knew there weren’t any. Your head snaps up at the sound of his voice, slightly startled due to the fact that it’s been a while since he spoke.

He’s standing next to you now. Matter of fact, towering over you, a soft expression etched onto his face.

“You know, if you’re uncomfortable with me doing it. Our female piercer is like coming in thirty-”

“No! I’m fine honestly,” you reassure the man but he’s not so convinced.. So you hesitantly press further. “I’m not worried about that.. It’s just that i’m kind of having doubts about getting them.”

In all of jungkook’s seven years as a piercer, he’s heard it all. He was familiar with the nervous looks and anxious ticks. He’s heard all in the questions and concerns in the book. So with that being said.

“You know,” he starts, resting his tattooed arm on the chair while leaning down towards you, that fucking grin forming on his lips again. At this point he’s close enough to the point where you can smell the faint scent of thc that’s over powered by the minty gum that he’s currently chewing.

Your heart is in your throat as your eyes are basically bulging out your head. You usually weren’t one for people being in your personal space but this was okay.. More than okay.

God, you felt like such a perv for wanting him to come in closer.

“I’ve heard that i’m pretty convincing. Why are you doubting the piercing?”

You swallow thickly, blinking rapidly as you try to find your voice. “I’m kind of worried they won’t look good on me.” your voice is small.

Jungkook is slightly taken aback, a hint of confusion spreads across his features before he drops it and flashes you a warm smile. “If that’s the case, you have nothing to worry about.. But if you want a second opinion, lift up your shirt for me.”

Your insides are internally screaming at the last part. Even though you were aware he was just doing his job, the tone of his voice was taking effect on you. So much so that jungkook notices the way your thighs subconsciously push together. Oh, he likes this.

It takes you a few seconds to actually grab onto the ends of your shirt, lifting it up over your breasts.

Jungkook runs his tongue across his pierced lip, eyes glued to your chest and for a while he doesn’t say anything and you begin to feel more self conscious than before. As you begin to pull down your shirt, he grabs your wrist with his free hand, he’s looking at you with an intense stare that makes your heart leap out of your chest.

“As a piercer, you have nothing to worry about,”

You find your lips moving faster than your mind is able to comprehend.

“Personal opinion?”

Jungkook’s gaze drops down to your chest before flickering back to your face.

“I’ll show you, if you let me,” he’s dropping down to his knees, face leveled between your thighs, tilting his head while he’s looking up at you. “Please?”

You immediately find yourself nodding. You feel your core heat beneath your shorts. You’re slightly startled when he pushes the lever down, bringing your chair down so that he’s face to face with your tits.

He’s staring up at you as he’s leaning in, looking for any signs of uncomfort. He’s so close now. His breath fans onto your sensitive bud, closing his eyes as he takes it into his mouth. It warm. So warm.

Your lip is pulled between your teeth as you watch him. His tongue swipes over your nipple and it’s then that you feel something small poke against it and it dawns on you that he has a tongue piercing. The realization makes your cunt flutter, you try clenching your thighs again but is obstructed jungkook whose body you forgot was in between them.

His hands find their way to your plush thighs, smoothing his palms over them as his eyes flicker open.

You can’t control the obscenity that’s flying out your mouth. “F-fuck.” you whimper which makes jungkook’s dick twitch in his pants.

He removes his lips from your now wet nipple, kissing the top of your knee. “You have to be quiet for me, pretty girl ‘kay?”

You look up towards the fluorescent light and silently nod, cheeks heating in the process at the nickname he threw in there.

He’s smiling before going back in but this time giving your other nipple some attention. His ministrations are ten fold this time. His tongue swirls against your nipple while sliding one of his hands onto your clothed cunt. His hand slides under your pussy, rubbing his nimble fingers against it. You’re responsive with a soft gasp leaving you. This makes jungkook smile and he switches from working his tongue on you to full on sucking your tit.

You look down to see jungkook and god does submissive look so good on him. He’s got an innocent look going as if he’s not making out with your tit and totally not trying to finger fuck you in the process.

The sight makes you moan softly, your back arches off the chair and this makes jungkook’s fingers move faster. He somehow finds your clit through your shorts and rubs it, applying pressure.

Your moans are music to his ears, he’s half hard but could probably cum off this alone. Pleasure looks absolutely gorgeous on you and he’d do anything to see you like this again.. Maybe even forever.

He’s lost in you until your breathing is heavy and you’re looking down on him again. “J-jungkook,”

He’s humming against your nipple “hm?”

“I’m gonna cum.” you’re whining at this point, face twisted and ridden with euphoria.

In one swift move that leaves you utterly speechless because he’s practically handling you with ease, he unlatches himself from your nipple and tears down your panties and your shorts down to your knees. He wraps his arms around your deliciously thick thighs, pulling you down towards the end of the chair, leaving your pussy exposed to him.

He takes a moment to admire how wet you are for him, practically drooling at how pretty your pussy is. He wastes no more time and attaches his lips to your clit, sucking on it harshly. His tongue delves down your slit then back up to your clit, flicking it with the ball of his tongue piercing.

your hands fly to his hair, tugging on it which makes jungkook moan into your pussy. the vibrations adding onto the immense pleasure you were already feeling.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, lost in the midst of it all as he goes from licking at your clit to full on fucking you with his tongue. your mouth is ajar at the feeling and soon enough you’re creaming around his tongue, a broken cry falling from your pretty lips.

jungkook laps it all up like a man starved. you shudder at the feeling of being overstimulated but you taste so good he basks in it, hoping that you have more for him. when he realizes that you don’t he taps your thigh to get you to look at him.

it takes all the strength you have left and crane your neck down towards him, slowly opening your eyes. jungkook smiles at the fact how utterly fucked out you are but still manage to look so pretty.

“piercing free of charge if you can squirt for me.”

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please this was supposed to be like a small drabble

filthy bts headcanons - maknae line

now the filthy headcanons are complete!

hyung line headcanons here

JIMIN

he is absolutely without a doubt the king of foreplay, don’t @ me.

jimin will happily spend hours exploring your body with his mouth and hands, winding you up and ratcheting up the tension to such a level that you’re nearly pleading for him to fuck you before he actually does.

he’s sensual, he enjoys the intimacy and the journey of sex.

enjoys having sex in front of a mirror because he loves to watch what he makes you do and he loves to make you watch what he makes you do. he wants you to see the effect that he can have on you. plus, he’s a performer and being in front of the mirror makes you both audience members.

i think now is also the time to mention his exhibitionist streak. he is a fan of sending and receiving texts, sexts, pics, etc as well as masturbating together via phone and video. i’ve mentioned this about hobi in both of the previous filthy headcanons and the same is true of jimin but in a different way - hobi likes it because hobi wants to try everything and switch it up and keep it interesting; jimin likes it because he's a natural born performer who gets off on holding your undivided attention and knowing that he turns you on every bit as much as you turn him on.

he has a praise kink that goes both way - he wants you to compliment him, but he is in turn also SO complimentary of everything, from how you look to how you sound to how you taste to what you’re doing well. you never have to guess at what he likes or how he likes because he is so open about it.

so he’s very talkative during sex. beyond letting you know how much he loves you and how beautiful you are and how good you feel, he also asks about what you’re feeling and what you need from him, if you like it, if you want more. he wants to feel desired and needed.

two words: possessive sex.

and he wants you to know that it’s possessive and not jealousy because jealousy implies envy and he doesn’t envy anyone because he knows that you’re his. he just wants to make sure that you know that you’re his.

this involves all night long level wrecking where he will fuck you into next week. it’s hard to forget you’re his when he’s the reason you’re limping around the next couple of days.

he ain't too proud to beg. wanna hear it? put your mouth on him - and that doesn't exclusively mean his dick. he gets weak over lovebites on his neck and chest.

a switch who likes to be lightly choked.

he’s into mutual choking but he doesn't want to hurt you or be hurt beyond being just a tad bit rough. he once spanked you so hard during sex that he left a handprint and was almost at the point of tears before you could tell him that you were fine and in fact kinda liked it.

another fan of overstimulation, but make it mutual. ideally, he wants both of you to be a mess by the time the sex session is over.

favorite position is lotus because he likes the closeness of you on his lap and the two of you moving together.

is weak over mutual masturbation. is such a good boy. loves the challenge of only touching himself while watching you touch yourself and knowing that you’re both itching for each other.

have you noticed that the keyword with jimin is “mutual”? i don’t think there’s anyone who could deny that he is a people pleaser (this is also why his head game is on point and why he’s usually moaning as much as you are when he eats you out)

TAEHYUNG

worships the ground you walk on with no hesitation or embarrassment about it.

the guys would try to tease him about being whipped and all he does is smile that boxy smile.

he spoils you SO MUCH.

like, you don’t even need to ask for anything. even if you don't wanna be a sugar baby, prepare. to. be. spoiled. his favorite things to buy you are lingerie and jewelry. can’t you just imagine the smile when you step out in something he's bought you? and then the best part of it all is he buys it, you model it, and then he fucks you in. if that isn’t a win-win!

because he’s gotten teased in the past over his skin color, he loves your skintone and he loves to see the contrast of your skin against his. when you fuck, he’s always torn between watching your face and watching your pussy swallow his dick.

this is why he’s also a fan of mirror sex, but unlike his bestie, it’s because he wants to watch the two of you together and see your bodies intertwined. to him, no work of art could ever compare.

especially loves to fuck in front of the mirror when you’re both looking expensive AF.

catch him shamelessly trying to fuck you first thing in the morning. you think he’s just sweetly cuddling you but then you feel him rutting against you and his morning voice is all low and raspy and his hands are gently squeezing you and he’s whispering “jagiya” against your neck and it’s like….did you even stand a chance?

tae is another one who seems a little conservative but we know tae is mischievous and sassy - he gets kinkier once he's comfortable. i wholeheartedly believe that he is secretly a freak with a dark and kinky edge who is also tender and romantic.

the duality will have your head spinning because he will seriously be talking about marrying you one minute and then splitting you open on his cock and talking about fucking a baby into you the next.

because yes, let’s just admit it: ya boy has an impregnation kink.

casual sex? kim taehyung doesn’t know her - if you’re fucking, you’re in love. he is not here for the okey-dokey and he’s not one to play games. he’s ready to say ILY and shack up within the first few months. he’s out here mentally picking out your gucci china patterns after you meet his parents. so yes, his favorite thing is coming inside of you and talking about how beautiful you’re going to look when you’re round with his baby. the moment you let him rawdog, he goes feral.

loves if you get him off when he shouldn't be getting off - like while on vlive or in the backseat of the car or on the phone with the guys and he has to try to keep it together.

also, is totally the kind of freak who would think it was hot to share you with jimin if you were interested.

he honestly loves slow, drawn out makeout sessions wherein you get him hard from grinding the crease out of his pants but don't actually touch him. it makes him insane and he eventually snaps and loses all control.

will call you every single pet name in the book

wants to get you a sex toy he can control specifically to torture you in public. make no mistake - it’s not about the novelty, it’s about the power and the sheer naughty thrill of it.

JUNGKOOK

are you ready to be perennially exhausted with hickies dotting your neck, chest, and thighs?

is one of the members with the highest stamina. will fuck your brains out, make you come, follow you over the edge, and then be ready for another round in 15 minutes at the most.

if you can pull him from sleep, he will happily wake up in the middle of the night for sex with you. you could come home in the middle of the day and say nothing but “hey” and he would still be ready to rip his pants off like it’s the nba.

this is another one with pretty hands who knows how to use them to get you off.

he is eager and aims to please. he wants to learn what you like and he likes to be educated in that subject - and he’s a quick learner. you moan at something he does once, he’s not only going to remember that you liked it, but he’s going to find ways to perfect touching you there.

he can be a little competitive even when it comes to sex - you not getting off is not an option for him. you can explain to him that sex doesn’t always have to end in orgasm to be and feel good, but he still feels guilty if he comes and you don’t. and he wants you to come first, preferably multiple times, before he does.

beyond obsessed with your tits - your entire body, but especially your tits.

he loves any position that puts them in his face and gets them within reach of his mouth.

when he goes down on you, more often than not, he has both hands cupping your breasts (unless he needs his hands to pin your legs apart).

and when eating you out, he likes it sloppy. he wants you canting your hips up to ride against his face and completely wet his mouth, nose, and chin with you.

he’s said it before and i’ll just reiterate it for him: he likes noonas. i’ll go beyond that and say he has a noona kink. he doesn’t want to draw attention to the fact that he’s younger, per se, but he does like to learn from you and finds it sexy when you’re experienced. he also finds it sexy when he’s younger than you and still manages to turn you out. since he’s accustomed to being the baby, he’s sweet, we know this, but he can be kind of a brat who wants to be taken care of. he still wants you to see him as mature and capable but he also likes to have his way. he contains multitudes.

uses the power of the pout to get his way and has no shame about it.

favors positions where he can show off how strong he is so that means any athletic position where he has the control and can hold you up and pound into you.

this often happens after a gym session or after you two have argued. though in the case of angry sex, he’ll want reassurance after that your problem is legitimately solved and that you haven’t just fucked about it.

sex with him is, more often than not, sweaty, primal, and dirty; he will rip your clothes off in his eagerness and the room will be filled with your moans, his grunts, and the sound of skin meeting skin. say a prayer for your bedframe, the wall behind it, and the neighbors on the other side.

as much as he likes to leave hickies on you, he’s weak when you do the same and doubly so when you bite at his shoulders and scratch down his back.

he will do and say some dirty shit to you and then have the audacity to get bashful after

another one who likes to pull you onto his lap all the time but then he has to move you after a few minutes because just having you on his lap made him hard.

likes to lay his head on your chest, however, if you play with his hair while he lays on you, be prepared to fuck

if you wear shorts or no pants to bed, be prepared to fuck

if you let him shower with you, be prepared to fuck

if you go to the gym with him….guess what?

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i'm heading to bed soon because i have to work today but send me some namjoon or jungkook (since i dropped the ball for his bday) specfic things you want to see - whether it's headcanons, reactions, a one line idea for a quick ficlet or concept, whatever - and i'll work on posting them throughout the next week or so! 💜

(y'all know black folks celebrate birthdays for the entire week/month - who else out there does the same? 🤣)

jungkooks reaction to your tetas pierced 🥴

you definitely wouldn’t describe jungkook as “uninterested” as you undress each other for the first time, it’s just that when you reach behind you to unclasp your bra and he pulls it down your arms and then stops, the look on his face is pleasantly surprised, eyes wide and his mouth a perfectly round ‘o’ as he looks from your eyes to your chest and back again. the slowly forming smile on his face suggests that you have just presented him with a gift.

“why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, pouting up at you slightly. you would laugh at his expression if not for his thumbs tracing over your nipples, making you shiver as they pucker even more from his touch.

“i don’t know...i wanted to show you instead?” you’ve had the piercings for years; they’re such a natural part of you by now that you don’t think about them. you’ve had passing thoughts as to how he might react but you hadn’t known how to easily slip it into conversation - and you truly did want to wait to see his reaction instead (the art on his body gave you the idea that he at least wouldn’t be turned off by your own body modification).

the awe on his face is very well worth the wait.

“they’re so pretty,” he moans before he’s leaning in to flick the metal with his tongue, sending tiny jolts of pleasure down your spine as he looks up at you before enveloping your nipple in his mouth completely, giving it a sharp suck that makes you cry out.

he looks up at you again, a gentle question in his warm brown eyes that you answer with a smirked “they’re a little sensitive….” and that is all the encouragement that he needs to lay you back and lavish them with attention from both his talented fingers and greedy mouth until you’re wet and wondering if he’s forgotten about the rest of you. as if reading your mind, his kisses start to move south - but his hands don’t stray too far away from your breasts for the rest of the night, even once you’re both sated and sweat is cooling on your intertwined bodies beneath the sheets. he spoons up behind you, both hands cupping your breasts again, fingers idly playing with the piercings even as you both drift off, and your last thought is that you’ve created a monster.

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jungkook NSFW A-Z headcanon

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 jungkook x reader

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 smut talk, language

a/n: i wrote this out very fast, so it might have some errors lol

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

he is very attentive, especially if he went harder than usual. he would ask you what you would wanna do to help calm down after, but if you couldn’t think or didn’t care in the moment, he would do what he thinks fits best.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he’s definitely an ass guy. even though he’s more on the shy side about sexual things and PDA, his eyes are always finding their way to your ass. loves to play with it when cuddling and loves to watch it bounce a little against him during sex.

he loves his thighs. he loves when you ride them and he loves to flex them when you’re fucking.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

he doesn’t like to see his that much, it makes him embarrassed. so he would definitely be finishing in you all the time, no questions. and even though he hates his, he loves lapping up yours.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he had told you once when he was drunk that sometimes he keeps a pair of your underwear in his pocket at award shows because he thinks you’re his good luck charm and it keeps him excited.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s definitely messed around before and it shows. he knows how to work his hips, everyone has seen that. he’s very experienced.

F = Favourite Position

again, he loves your ass, so probably back shots

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

jungkook doesn’t like things to be awkward, so it would be more serious, unless he’s stupid drunk

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he doesn’t really care if you have a bush or not, he understands that it’s tiring sometimes or you can’t make it to the waxing place, so he never speaks on it. but for him, he likes everything on his body to look and feel good, so he is well groomed always.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

it depends. sometimes he’s all about slow, long strokes and telling you how gorgeous you look and how much he loves you. whereas other times, he’s more about catching a quick nut before a show or reminding you who you belong to when someone’s eyes wander on you for too long.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

he usually does that when he’s on tour, but not often because taehyung and jimin love paying him unannounced visits and most of the time he’s too worn out.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

spit!!! he’s all about spitting in your mouth over and over again in one night. he’s just filthy.

dirty talk!! he loves when you whisper filthy things to him and vice versa

praise!! he loves hearing how good he feels and looks

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

the bed, it’s the most comfortable

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

anything that has to do with you. but he also likes when you dress in his shirts or new lingerie on special occasions

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anal, feet play, hard BDSM

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

more giving, he loves making a competition with himself to see what techniques work better to get you to cum faster and he loves tasting you

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on what kinda night it is, but you both like it slow but rough if that makes sense. like, he wants you to feel every inch but he’ll pull your hair and choke you at the same time.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he only likes them before shows because it gets him more pumped. also sometimes after shows and practices, if you’re horny but he’s too tired.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

only with the show quickies in the bathroom. other than that, because of his image he wouldn’t do anything extreme in public.

but, he’s also down to try any of your kinks at home as long as they’re not anal or feet stuff.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

this boy can fuck...but you usually tap out after 3 rounds because of how good it is

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

not really. neither of you own much, except an old vibrator and dildo but you never use it anymore.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

more of a tease when he knows you’re watching him on stage. his gazes and dance moves get more sensual and he knows that drives you and his fans crazy. but in bed he’s more of a straight to the point kind of guy

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

he moans and such, but he isn’t very loud about it. he leaves all that to you.

W = Wild Card

he likes calling you a slut and his puppy

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

he’s packing. but he’s more length than thickness.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

he loves sex with you, but he knows how to pace himself so you don’t think he’s only in this relationship for the sex.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he’s a night owl anyways, so sometimes he’ll just be up all night like normal. but if he had a show or it was just a rougher scene that night, he’d wait for you to fall asleep first and then follow suit.

Omgg, what about the viagra prank, with like youtube boyfriend!Jungkook, he’s a big youtuber & he pranks Y/n & she’s all touchy & keeps kissing & touching him, he’s like “no” or he moves her hand, so she starts crying & he gives her what she wants (sex) & after tell hers it’s a prank. Also, Jungkook has long black hair, tattoos, nose piercing & he’s shirtless with joggers 💕💫🙈 & Y/n is short & shy 🥺💕💕

⋆ꕥ⋆requested⋆ꕥ⋆

✧drabble✧

❥ pairing: youtuber!jungkook X black!reader

❥ genre: smut, fluff

❥ summary: Your YouTuber boyfriend, Jungkook, does the viagra prank on you...

❥ !!warnings!!: non-consensual ‘drugging’

❥other warnings: smut

❥notice: none

❥ word count: 3k

-author’s note: I realized that I have a bad habit of adding so much more to a request, but I get so into it lol but I don’t think it’s a bad thing! This was fun to do, and I actually kind of want to make a part two because of the ending... reader’s viagra prank would probably be more wild and she’d definitely do it while they were out in public... thanks @jiminjimin22 for requesting and I hope you like it!!!💖

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“Alright, so...” Jungkook whispers as he sets up his camera in a good position on the bathroom sink so that it doesn’t fall and can capture him in the frame. He had just showered, his shaggy hair a little damp, no shirt on, his abs and arm tattoos on display.

“I’m going to prank ________ today. It’s been a while since I’ve done one, and I didn’t want to edit a gameplay so we’re going to be messing with her instead.”

Jungkook picks up the camera and exits the bathroom quietly. Across the room you’re still fast asleep on the king sized bed, your body tangled up in the sheets. Jungkook let’s you be and heads out of the room, closing the door behind him to make sure he’ll hear you if you come out during his plan. Going into the kitchen, he begins making breakfast for the two of, showing the camera how to correctly make gyeran-mari, which are Korean egg rolls. He adds your more preferred veggies in and it is done in no time. Jungkook cooks this at least once every week. It’s one of your favorite dishes that you love for Jungkook to make, and he doesn’t mind making you food from his culture, especially when you enjoy it so much.

He then makes you a cold glass of juice and takes out the box he’d hidden in the cabinet. He pulls the tray of pills out of their case, pops a tablet out onto the counter, crushes it up, and swirls it around in your drink until it dissolves.

He hums to himself as he pops another pill, crushes that one up, and then drops it into your drink, too.

Leaving the camera in the kitchen hidden from your sight, he goes to wake you for breakfast. Minutes later, you’re walking into the kitchen behind him with just underwear and a tank top on, rubbing your eyes all sleepy like.

You pout when you see that he’s made breakfast by himself. Again. “I wanted to make breakfast with you.”

Jungkook has to bend down to kiss you on your pouty lips, and you get on your tippy toes to kiss him back but with a little attitude to it. “It’s okay, baby. We can make it together whenever you stop trying to keep me up at night... come eat.”

The camera records you two eating breakfast, your body sitting in Jungkook’s lap as you share the food. You both finish the egg rolls soon, and, just like you always do, you wash it down with your contaminated glass of juice. Jungkook drinks from his own glass, then gets up and says he’ll do the dishes.

“Okay, I’m going to go shower.” You give him a kiss on the cheek before bouncing your short self back down the hall to where the bathroom resides in the bedroom.

Jungkook looks towards the camera between the microwave and a cupboard. He actually can’t believe he just drugged you. He wonders how long it will kick in or if it will even kick in at all. Chuckling to himself, he picks up the camera and takes it with him to his gaming room.

If he wanted to not be suspicious with a camera recording him, then he needed to be doing what he usually used his camera for: recording his facial reactions while playing video games.

“I’m gonna play something,” Jungkook hooks up his PlayStation as he talks lowly, “So that if she comes in here and sees the camera, she won’t think something is going on. That’s if she comes in here though. She lets me play and record if she sees that’s what I’m doing.”

After choosing some random shooting game, Jungkook settles in his gaming chair and starts playing. It would’ve been beneficial to actually record a gameplay for his channel right now, but he really didn’t feel like setting all the extra stuff up.

It’s about 30 minutes later when Jungkook can hear the door to the room creak open, and he glances over at you while still trying to play the game. You’re standing there in one of his T-shirts, your bonnet still on your head but your brown skin looking dewy from the shower. “Yeah?” He asks, pausing the game for a second.

“Uh... do you want a snack or something to drink while you play?” You offer. Usually you wouldn’t bring him something until almost two hours of playing. You were quick today.

“No, I just ate, baby, but thank you,” he simply says and goes back to his game. He notices that you stand there for a little bit longer as if you wanted to say something, but then you leave. Jungkook grins at the camera after the awkward moment but doesn’t say anything.

It’s only a little later that you come back into the room.

“Hey...” you say as you close the door behind you. Jungkook quirks his eyebrow up. You don’t come and disturb him while he’s recording, and this was the first time for you to just walk in.

“Hey, baby,” he responds back as you walk up behind his chair. It’s no surprise when your hands immediately go to the soft skin of his shoulders, caressing over them. “Need something?”

“Err...” you think for a second, “... I just wanted to know how long you’ll be playing. I’m... bored.”

You never cared how long he was in the game room recording. Of course you didn’t let him stay in there all day, but it hadn’t even been an hour yet since he started. “I’ll be done in a couple of hours.”

“Hours?” You whine. Literally whined... like a child. Your hands went back and forth to playing with his long hair and running over the tattoos on his arm. Hours was too fucking long. “Well, can you take a break now? Like real quick?”

Jungkook laughs. “Why? And we just woke up. Aren’t you usually watching TV by now?”

You roll your eyes and sigh, realizing that he probably isn’t getting up from the chair, but you wrap your arms around his neck anyways. “I want to watch it with you though. But you’d rather sit in here and record for your other little girlfriends, hmm?”

He laughs again, his teeth biting into his bottom lip to keep himself from grinning too wide at your attitude. “________ , why are you acting jealous?” He teases. “A lot of my followers are guys, too.”

“They probably would still want to fuck you,” you retort. Your hands on his bare skin then remind you that he’s half naked. You know that your boyfriend was hot as hell. Although he is a big YouTuber and is really great at gaming and basically everything else and can sing the hell out of his covers he does here and there, his looks are also a big factor as to why he was well known. The tattoos... the nose piercing... the long hair... his body... his face... him in general... he is definitely something to hype over. His personality is amazing as well. People couldn’t get over his energy, how funny him and his gameplays are, and just how great of a person he depicts on and off camera.

That along had you tight. Here he was recording while looking good as hell instead of paying attention to you. Playfully, you say, “And you don’t even have on a shirt?! You’re cheating on me—bye.”

The door to the gaming room slams shut, and Jungkook tries his best to not bust out laughing. He’s never seen you so uptight about him not wearing a shirt while recording or even recording in general before. He didn’t know if it was the viagra talking, or if you were just being really bratty this morning. You two had just had sex last night as well; you normally wouldn’t be so bratty yet.

Jungkook decides to play the game for another two hours before he chooses to shut it off and go engage with you. Stepping out of the room, he checks where you are. Passing the kitchen, he sees that you’re making sandwiches.

You see him, and your eyes light up at the sight out of him out of the gaming room early. “Are you done?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna come watch TV with you.”

“Finally,” you mumble as Jungkook quickly but quietly goes back to the room to get the camera and hide it somewhere in the living room while you’re still making the sandwiches. It’s hidden on the shelf in the corner that faces the couch, a movie case covering the blinking light so that you can’t see it.

You come in a few minutes later with two plates of sandwiches, a family sized bag of chips, and bottles of water. Jungkook thanks you and begins eating while you choose something else to watch other than what you were watching before. Friday After Next plays while you both finish your food, and Jungkook is actually into it, seeing as it’s one of his favorite movies that you put him on, but you have other plans.

Your body has moved closer to his, and your hand is feeling up his tattoos. Jungkook wraps his arm around you to pull you more into him to cuddle, but your lips pressing to his right peck throws him off.

“What are you doing?” He moves back a little.

“I can’t kiss you?”

“But on my tit?” He jokes.

“Yes...” you bite your lip as you look up at him. “Boy, don’t act like you don’t like me kissing your nipples.” Your hand goes to play with the mauve nipple in question, playfully tweaking it.

Jungkook didn’t know if he was able to show this on camera, and he didn’t know how far you would go. He wanted to keep it as PG as possible. He didn’t want his video to be taken down by YouTube if it was too inappropriate. Plus, teasing you as if he didn’t want to go along with it was going to make it more fun anyways.

“Noooooo,” he curls in on himself to protect his chest. “Don’t kiss them.”

“Why not?” A pout was back on your face as you maneuvered your short form to sit on your knees on the couch, looking at him with confused eyes, your hand coming up to play with his nose ring since he didn’t want you touching lower on his body.

Jungkook wasn’t one to pass up sex, no matter where you two were or what time it was. If you were ready, then he was ready.

“You’re acting like you’re not horny...” you trail off.

“I’m not!” He exclaims. “You’re the one trying to kiss my nipples and get me all hot.”

You grin at how correct he was. Your eyes catch onto his as your hand drops back down to his chest. “So? You’d usually be in my guts right now,” you lean closer to kiss him on the mouth, “And I want you in them.”

Your bold hornyness was actually starting to rub off on Jungkook, and he wanted nothing more than to give you what you needed. Most of the time, you were shy and gave subtle hints that you wanted sex, but now you were really trying to get him into it. He can’t play back into it, though. Firstly, because the camera was still recording you both, and he didn’t want to accidentally make a sex tape without your consent. Secondly, because it was entertaining seeing you so riled up and trying to initiate it. The dark look you were giving him had him stiffening in his joggers.

“Uh... I’m not in the mood...” was the lie Jungkook came up with. He was always in the mood.

“No?” Your eyes soften and get all big like that one emoji.

Okay, that actually hurt his feelings. He didn’t mean to make you sad.

“I mean, kind of... maybe...”

“You’re lying.”

“W-What—“

“I’m horny and I want to fuck you... but you’re telling me no?” You question, adjusting yourself to suck on his pierced earlobes. Your hand runs down the ridges in his stomach, along his happy trail, and into his loose joggers. You wrap your hand around his heavy girth— which is indeed hard as hell— but Jungkook has to yank your hand away. This was not PG-13, and he was sure he couldn’t show this part on YouTube. That doesn’t stop you from palming him over his joggers and kissing down his neck though.

“Noooo,” Jungkook drags out again. He actually stands up this time, almost knocking you over. He’s towering over you, happy that he is facing your way so that his erection isn’t free to the camera across the room.

“You really don’t want to have sex with me?” You question slowly, your voice as down as you look. Jungkook is about to speak again until he sees that your eyes are glossed over with tears. No, no... he didn’t mean to make you cry.

He immediately consoles you. “Baby, don’t cry—“ You huff and push his hand away when he reaches to touch your overly flushed skin. How dare he deny you when you’re practically begging for a good coochie beating? Ridiculous.

“We can do it.” Jungkook didn’t even care about the prank anymore. Those tears already had him beating himself up on the inside for being the cause of them. And he wasn’t going to please his followers by teasing you more instead of taking care of his girlfriend. He was not like that. You were priority to him.

“Like right now?” You sniffle. “Please... I’m so horny and wet, Jungkook...”

He gulps at your words. “Y-Yeah. Come on.”

“No, right now,” you stop him and begin trying to pull his only clothing off. “Need you inside of me now.”

“That bad?” He could see you on the verge of sweating.

“Yes.”

Jungkook was torn between ripping his shirt off of you and fucking you in front of the camera or forcing you to wait a couple of seconds longer. Good think you were half his size and Jungkook was strong as hell, because he was able to throw you over his shoulder and get you to the bedroom as quickly as possible. (While editing the video later, he would have to plug in a sticker to cover your backside—Jungkook’s shirt you were wearing ended up exposing your soaked underwear as he carried you out the room. His viewers were definitely not going to be seeing that.)

Even once you are thrown on the bed, your hands go back to feeling up your boyfriend. Your mouth is all over him, too, and you’re grinding down on any part of his body you can get to.

“Jungkookie,” you breathe impatiently. Your body was so hot all over, and you knew your pussy was weeping from the lack of stimulation.

“I got you,” he says. His joggers come off, and, geez, you’ve never felt so much glee to see his cock. You’ve never felt so dick deprived to the point it was starting to hurt either. You don’t know why you were so horny, but you must’ve been heavily experiencing some ovulation symptoms. You want this man to fuck the shit out of you.

Jungkook isn’t even able to undress you, because you keep pulling him flush to your body. He can’t help but chuckle at your eagerness. “I’m trying! Wait, wait!” Jungkook ends up just moving your panties to the side and sliding into you. You were so wet that he slipped in with so much ease.

Spreading your legs even more for him, you wrap yourself around his body, the heel of your feet pushing him to go— “Harder! Fuck me, please!”

Your boyfriend grabs your legs from his waist, pushes them so that your knees are up to your chest, and gives you what you wished for. His pace is punishing, and a couple of those strokes have you coming undone instantly.

“M-more,” you whimper into his neck. You’re only set on getting more orgasms, and Jungkook tries his best to hold out for you. Unfortunately for you, he’s spent after four of them. The sheets and Jungkook himself is soaked in your juices. That viagra pill really did something to you. It was almost like the karma for pranking you came quickly with how energized and ready you were while Jungkook was sure you’d milked him of all he had.

Jungkook plops down on the bed beside you, and you then prop your chin up on his sweaty chest, watching him with wide awake eyes. “You’re tired?”

“Hell yes. It felt like you were the one fucking me instead.”

“Sorry... I don’t know why I’m so horny. My period is probably coming—“ you’re interrupted with a groan you let out. Your eyes squint shut, and your hand goes to hold your forehead. Jungkook immediately sits up and carefully holds you.

“Are you okay?”

“Just dizzy.”

Ahh. Jungkook remembers reading that as one of the side effects of the viagra.

“Yeah... about that...” he trails off, and you look at him. “...sooo... I actually gave you... uhhh... this pill... two of them... so that’s probably why you’re... dizzy... and still horny... yeah...”

Processing what he said, you groan and flop yourself on the bed next to him, not helping your headache at all. “You really drugged my ass? Is this one of your fucking pranks?”

He laughs. You’re so cute when you’re more aggressive and less shy. Cuddling into you, he kisses your nose. “Yes. I ended up being the butt of the joke though. I’ve never had tiring sex like that. You wouldn’t let up.”

“That’s what you get for pranking me. And I’m still horny, so enjoy your little break while you can,” you scoff at him as you sit up in the bed and start searching the room with your eyes. “Where’s the camera?”

“Living room. I didn’t want to record us doing it without talking with you first.”

“I mean...” you lean back down to kiss him. “We should have... I felt so sexy just then. Your fans from all over the world would be so jealous seeing me have you.”

“You’re sexy all the time, baby,” he says, bunny teeth smile breaking out across his face, and you smile at that. “But if you want the rest of your orgasms, you’re going to have to do all the work.”

He brings you on top of him and puts his arms loosely around your waist as you work yourself on him for another hour or so. Even after that, you’re still not satisfied because of the drug heavy in your system. Watching Jungkook passed the fuck out next to you has you plotting...

A smirk crosses your face as you run your fingers through your boyfriend’s long hair, his puffs of sleepy air hitting your naked chest. Oh... you were definitely getting payback.

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