Holiday Reads

holiday reads

jjk.

'Tis the season to be horny (f2l, warning: pegging! but the whole fic is actually funny and the smut is not that heavy i think lmao)

Not a creature was stirring (werewolf!jjk)

Snow laughing matter (e2l)

Christmas Morning (fluff!!!)

A very Bam Christmas (fluff, idol au)

knj.

sprinkles and kisses (fluff, established relationship)

Meeting Mr. Mistletoe (ceo!joon x secretary)

pjm.

Ho-ho-home (neighbor jm)

myg.

Not Even A Mouse (single dad!yg)

poly/multi

Mall Santa

knj x reader x jimin (kissing joon under the mistletoe the cutest 😭)

Snow laughing matter

Summary: You hate Jungkook, have hated him since your first day when you overheard him talking about you in the kitchen, so it’s just your luck that you have to organise the work Christmas party with him. You’ll do anything to not interact with him, but the more you get to know him, the more you realise that maybe he’s not as nasty as you have built him up to be.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Enemies to lovers; fluff; angst; Christmas fic!

Word count: 11.5k

Warnings: Swearing, misunderstanding, slight in work bullying, mentions of alcohol consumption, kissing, just your classic enemies to lovers.

BCCxFI advent calendar prompts: Enemies who have to arrange a work Christmas party & Mistletoe.

Authors Note: Merry Christmas! Here’s another Christmas fic from the BCC advent calendar, this time a longer sfw one. I really love enemies to lovers but find it hard to balance the enemies and lovers bit, I mean you don’t want to make what they’ve done unforgivable, but it also needs to be enough to make them enemies – I hope I have achieved this. Anyway, I hope you’re all having the best last month of 2021!!!

“She seems like a bit of a bore.”

You stop dead before you enter the kitchen, your large panda mug and bag of instant coffee dangling in your hands. It’s the words that make you stop, it feels like it isn’t a conversation you shouldn’t walk in on, but you don’t move away, just stand hidden behind the door for a second deliberating on what you should do; stay or leave.

“How can you gauge that from one conversation?” A different voice asks.

“You just get a vibe from some people. I mean, look at her clothes.”

There’re a few light chuckles indicating that more than two people are in the room.

“You’re as dumb as you look,” a deep voice that you recognise grumbles. “It’s her first day. You can’t just get a vibe from someone that easily.”

“She’s a bore,” the original voice states.

“She’s quiet and shy, there’s a difference,” the deep voice replies.

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Pub Golf

Summary: One night. One stupidly hot man, who just keeps appearing in every pub you go to. Six friends. Nine pubs. Nine drinks. Ten million stupid rules. Let the chaos begin.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Strangers to lovers; night out/pub crawl; smut; fluff.

Status: Complete

Word count: ~23k

Warnings: Relevant warnings will be posted on each part. Heavy drinking (like, really heavy drinking), bad banter, explicit sexual content, if you don’t want to read smut you can read all parts up until the last, protected sex, one night stand.

Authors Note: I have no idea how good this is, I just had the idea and started writing and then thought why not just post it. I also have no idea how widely pub golf is known, aka, is it just a UK thing? Regardless, the rules are explained in the story. Each part is ‘small’, but they’re being released daily so you don’t have to wait too long for the next part. Again, it’s not the most exciting story (I really know how to sell something, huh), but I hope you enjoy.

The King and Queen

The Prince George

The Gladstone

The Druids Head

The Crown

The Fox and Hounds

The Nags Head

The Merchant

The Haunt

Room 235

sprinkles & kisses || knj

"The café Jimin picked out was the perfect place to celebrate the holidays; however, it was also the perfect place for Namjoon to embrace his clumsy side."

🎄 Pairing: Namjoon x Reader(f)

🎄 Rating/Genres: PG-13; Fluff!!!, slice of life, established relationship

🎄 Word Count: 1.4k

🎄 Warnings: Minimal kissing, one? curse word, clumsy Namjoon

🎄 Project: Part of the 12 Days of BTS event

Prompt: Cozy café with Christmas Songs

🎄 Beta: Thank you to my friend, Panda, who helped me when I was too lazy to edit. I loved your feedback! Truly! 💜

🎄 Author's Note: I thought I'd have more time to write, but I'm still running around getting ready for Christmas. I hope you enjoy this small fic. This is my first fic for the event, so there's more to come!

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Cinnamon, chocolate, and nutmeg invaded your senses. The potent aroma was overbearing at first, but the longer you sat sandwiched between your boyfriend, Namjoon, and his friend, Seokjin, the more you grew accustomed to the scent. Your cheeks felt warm as you continued to sip your hot chocolate… Or maybe it was because Namjoon’s hand was resting upon your thigh. Either way, it was much nicer than the nose-nipping cold outside. Though, you were beginning to wish you weren’t dressed in a long-sleeve due to the warmth.

“Where did you find this place?” Hoseok questioned Jimin from the other side of the table, speaking louder than usual to be heard over the holiday music playing.

The café Jimin invited everyone to was a big hit among locals. People of all ages were seated at their own tables—smiles and laughter all around you. The waiters were dressed in their best ugly Christmas sweaters with their name badges; some wore Santa hats and others wore Christmas-related headbands. They had handed every patron one of the headwears as they seated them. You were handed a headband with two trees attached by springs while Namjoon was given a headband with reindeer antlers with hanging bells.

“From the Internet,” Jimin answered with a shrug as he adjusted his snowman headband, a smile on his lips. “I was searching for something fun we could all do.”

“This is definitely a repeat for next year,” Taehyung chimed in as he watched a waiter walk past with finger food and a bag filled with mini canvases and paint supplies. You could see the excitement in his eyes.

The café was unlike any other. It was hosting its annual crafting week that allowed customers to dine while doing a selected craft. The crafts ranged from building miniature gingerbread houses to papercrafts. You imagined this was what Santa’s workshop looked like. Give or take a few scurrying elves.

The hand on your thigh tightened, making you turn to face Namjoon.

“Are you doing okay?” He asked, gently rubbing your leg as he waited for your reply. You leaned in closer, not quite being able to hear him over the loudness of the other customers. Namjoon followed your lead, coming closer to talk near your ear. However, he was stopped suddenly when one of his antlers hit the side of your head.

“Shit sorry!” He exclaimed and jerked back, swatting at his headband as if to punish it for hitting you. You laughed at his reaction and fixed your headband that had become crooked.

“It’s fine, Joonie,” you reassured. “What did you say?”

Namjoon got closer slowly; his eyes flickering to his headband constantly to make sure he wouldn’t hit you this time. When he was close enough, he asked his question again.

“Are you okay? I just wanted to make sure you’re not feeling uncomfortable.”

Your shoulders relaxed, not that you knew they were tense in the first place, and nodded. You had been around his friends before, but it was rare to be all together since everyone’s schedule rarely aligned. Plus, they were closer to Namjoon than to you. You were grateful he was thinking of your comfort.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” You wondered back, but he ignored your question.

“Are you sure, baby? We can g-”

“I’m having fun,” you said. “Really,” you added with a smile when you saw the hesitancy in his eyes. He stared at you a few seconds longer before he pulled back, leaving his hand on your thigh.

Three minutes later and the waiters were setting down everyone’s selected craft. You and Namjoon had decided to decorate cookies while the others did painting, paper crafts, or jewelry making.

It was easy to fall into a rhythm with Namjoon. Despite only being together for five months, you were quickly learning his habits. For instance, you knew if you didn’t move the bag of frosting to his right, it would fall to the floor soon. Namjoon smiled sheepishly at you when you moved it and shifted his supplies farther from the edge.

You watched as Namjoon began to frost his tree-shaped cookie. He moved slowly as he tried to get the details perfect. It was endearing to see him bent over, face close to the cookie with his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. For someone who was built largely, he sure knew how to look so small at times.

“It looks good,” you said when he paused to examine his work. He glanced at you before peering at his cookie.

“You’re just saying that,” he sighed and set down his piping bag. You shook your head.

“No, I’m not. I like the way you used a dotting technique to make the shape of the tree,” you gestured at his cookie.

“Yeah?” He asked, sounding more confident. You smiled and moved closer to him; your gaze was glued to the way his eyes softened as he criticized his decorations less.

“Yes.”

Namjoon turned to you, heart jumping when he caught you staring at him rather than his cookie.

“Are you going to add anything else to it?” You questioned as you felt one of Namjoon’s hands rest on your lower back.

“Maybe,” he said, not bothering to divert his focus from you. “What should I add?”

“I think some sprinkles would look nice on it,” you replied. Namjoon smiled, dimples competing for your attention.

“I’ll only do that on one condition,” he hummed and leaned closer to your face. You raised your eyebrows, eyes glancing down at his lips when he came near.

“And that is?”

Namjoon opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by Jungkook.

“This is a family-friendly event, you lovebirds!”

Namjoon pulled away from you, face slightly flustered at being called out.

“We weren’t doing anything,” he argued. “We were discussing what else to add to my tree.”

Jimin snickered at his answer but kept working on stringing beads to his makeshift bracelet.

Jungkook didn’t seem convinced. “You could’ve gotten our opinions, too.”

Namjoon shook his head. “I would’ve gotten silly responses from you guys. My girlfriend gave a good suggestion.”

“Which was?” Yoongi pondered.

“Sprinkles,” Namjoon answered shyly, feeling a little nervous for some reason.

“I think some of these would look better,” Seokjin suggested and held up a pack of mini ornaments, which were not edible.

Everyone laughed at his reply, but you knew he was being serious. Namjoon huffed and shook his head.

“See! Sprinkles are more reasonable,” Namjoon said.

“They are,” Jungkook agreed. “But the ornaments are more fun.”

Seokjin turned to Jungkook, gave him a wink with a finger gun, then turned back to Namjoon. Namjoon smiled at his antics and turned to you when everyone got back to their own tasks.

“You're still coming back with me, right?” Namjoon asked quietly so the others couldn’t hear, but loud enough for you. You nodded with a smile, causing Namjoon to return his own grin.

“Okay, good,” he said. He leaned in, giving you a quick kiss on the lips before any of his friends could complain again. You chased after his lips, whining silently when he pulled away too soon for your liking. Namjoon chuckled, granting you another kiss. He lingered a second longer before picking up the bottle of sprinkles.

“Later,” he promised when he saw the subtle dip in your lips. He gave your back a reassuring rub then moved to open the bottle. You picked up one of your piping bags and were starting to decorate your bell-shaped cookie when the sound of something—a lot of somethings—clattered to the floor. Everyone turned their heads to the sound. Namjoon sat frozen in his seat with his mouth ajar. One hand held the now half-empty sprinkles bottle while the other held the lid of said bottle. Looking down, you saw sprinkles rolling around the floor. Some of the sprinkles were still falling as many had also landed on Namjoon’s pants and were sliding off.

“You could say he sprinkled his pants,” Seokjin said as he watched, not surprised, at Namjoon’s mess. Following Seokjin’s joke was a chorus of chuckles and sighs from everyone at the table. Namjoon’s shoulders slouched as he peered at you bashfully. Unbothered, you simply smiled at him and gave him a soft kiss. You grabbed the bottle and cap from his grip, assembled it back together, then started helping him pick up the fallen sprinkles.

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‘Tis The Season To Be Horny

↠ Jungkook (BTS) x Reader | Smut | FriendsToLoversAu! | 18+ | 6.4k

↠ Summary: It's that time of the year, the annual Rosco Ave Christmas Display Competition and the fierce rivalry between you and your neighbour Jungkook has kicked into gear yet again.

But the stakes are higher than ever this year when you both place a wager - the winner gets to fuck the other however they want.

Who needs a sleigh when you can ride Jungkook instead?

↠ Warnings: strap on sex, rimming, messy blow jobs, finger fucking, these two swear a lot, dirty talk, reference to squirting, nipple sucking, good ol’ Christmas smut, anal fingering, Namjoon is a magician??, edging.

The ladder wobbled under your feet as you reached up to attach the last of the icile lights to the gutter, the plastic clip clicking into place with a satisfying clunk.

"Woah." You gasped gripping on tight to the ladder rung as the metal swayed back and forth before steadying itself. A deep spine tingling chuckle echoed out across the street causing your head to snap towards the sound.

"Jeon." You mumbled as you carefully made your way down the ladder, taking special attention to make sure you didn't skip any rungs and slip the rest of the way down.

"Can I help you Jeon?" You called out towards the culprit of that god damn lovely childlike laughter.

A cocky smirk was plastered firmly on your smug, pain in the ass neighbours face, "No, no, was just enjoying the view." His eyes travelled slowly up and down your body which instantly made you wrap your denim jacket tight around yourself as you scoffed at his gaze.

"Interesting display this year. Is that it?" A tattooed arm leaned against your mailbox as your neighbour scanned your front yard looking utterly unimpressed.

"What do you mean is that it? This is a great display, much better than anything your punk ass could do." You waved towards his empty front yard, directly opposite your own. "Looks like you've put a lot of effort into it this year Jeon, seems that cash prize will be coming home with mama this year."

"Mama huh? Didn't take you as the kind to have a mommy kink but whatever floats your boat I guess." His tattooed hand reached up to tuck a strand of raven hair behind his pierced ear. You noted the multiple large rings that dangled from his earlobe and winced internally at how pretty they looked.

"Jungkook..." You walked over to the bane of your existence and placed your hands on his shoulders - you gulped - his tight, taut muscles felt amazing under your touch. "Get the fuck off my property." You slapped your hands down hard twice and pushed him backwards, which had absolutely no effect on the man, Jungkook was as solid as a brick house.

Jungkook took one last look at your front yard and shrugged, "Alright, I'm off. But uhh good luck." He motioned lazily towards your white and pale yellow cottage, "You'll need it."

Jungkook had lived across the street from you for three years and you had spent countess Summer afternoons lazing around the pool in his backyard nursing bottles of Hite larger while enjoying barbecued lamb skewers and making fun of the rest of the neighbourhood. Spring days teaching his Dobermann Bam hilarious new tricks. Creating angels with your sprawled out bodies from the large piles of crunchy orange and yellow leaves during the Fall and sipping cider while you both sung unabashedly late into the night on your karaoke machine.

But the minute Winter began the two of you started an intense neighbourly rivalry.

The battle of the Christmas Display.

Your small tight knit neighbourhood gave away a $200 gift voucher to the best decorated house on the cul-de-sac. A panel of judges (The Police Chief, Principal from the local school and everybody's favourite stay at home mum Karen - who is actually known as Susan - but the nickname is one you and Jungkook use frequently during your gossip sessions) would visit on Christmas Eve to view the captivating displays and vote on their favourite to take out the prize.

So far you and Jungkook had each taken away the honour of best decorated house for two consecutive years. And the desire to out out shine the other was becoming more and more important. Friendships be damned when a $200 gift card is on the line.

You strolled up the driveway, past the penguin and snowmen inflatables, through the nutcracker arch way and along the candy cane lined footpath to your front porch. Which of course was decorated as garishly as the front yard. Tinsel, ribbons and baubles in greens, reds and gold's lined the door frame, a giant wreath took pride of place in the centre of the door and oversized light up gift boxes were stacked and placed neatly to the side. A four foot tall plastic Santa sat beside the boxes, his arms held out in front to hold a bowl of peppermint candy canes which the neighbourhood kids were free to help themselves to up until Christmas Eve.

Pushing the door open you kicked your shoes off not even sparing a second glance to where they landed and dragged yourself into the living room. With a loud grunt you threw yourself down onto the couch, face squished into the polyester material. It was hard work setting up your Christmas display. Balancing on ladders to hook up lights, carrying heavy boxes of inflatable decorations from the garage, climbing the large Crepe Myrtle tree in the front yard so all the branches were lit up with sparkling lights, placing the decorations in their right spot and then throwing a tantrum when it just didn't seem right which meant spending another hour rearranging everything until it finally did.

It was back breaking work. But was so worth it to see the smilies on all the children's faces. Plus the utter devestation on Jungkook's when it's announced he is a loser. Oh yeah, that's the best feeling of all.

Victory

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Bang, bang, bang, thud, buzzzzzz, bang, bang.

THUD

You awoke when your body made contact with the carpeted floor, glancing up to see you were no longer asleep on the nice soft couch but rather laying wide-awake on the hard ground. The sounds that had broken your wonderful sleep continued to buzz and whir and it was starting to get on your nerves.

"Who the fuck is using power tools so late. Ughhh, I'm gonna kick their ass." You groaned as you pushed yourself off the ground and stormed straight out the front door looking for the culprit responsible for the late night fuckery.

"Of course it is. Why am I not surprised." You tongue clicked loudly. Across the street Jungkook was busy erecting the most ridiculous Christmas display you had the misfortune of seeing. Inside a large wooden display stand were a pair of animatronic polar bears wearing tacky Christmas hats and matching scarves, they rocked back and forth in time with the Michael Bublé song that was playing quietly through a speaker set up underneath the stand.

It seemed as though Jungkook had purchased evey single light up decoration in town, his front yard a jumbled mess of reindeer, Santas, snowmen and penguins. Handmade wooden gingerbread houses with their realistic paint jobs were leaning against the house next to boxes of rope lights yet to be hung from the gutters and windows.

Jungkook had his back to you, busy placing miniature people inside his Winter Wonderland display. He had spent ten months making every single piece himself - little cottages, a working merry-go-round, an ice rink and even a replica steam train that made loops of the tiny snow dusted village. This particular piece was a firm favourite with the judges and helped Jungkook win last year's competition, which left the bitter taste of jealousy in your mouth.

"That boring old thing again huh Jeon?" You teased, hooking your chin over his shoulder. You snaked a hand past his small waist and attempted to grab one of the little houses but Jungkook's reflexes were no joke, slapping your hand out of the way.

"The judges nearly came over this last year, I plan on making them come again. And again. And if you're lucky maybe I'll make you come too." Jungkook moved a miniature couple that looked suspiciously a lot like you both next to a frozen lake that had Mrs Claus skating on it.

"Idiot." Playfully you slapped the back of his head, long hair swishing as his head snapped forwards from your slap.

"I don't know how I put up with you when all you do is beat me off. I mean beat me, beat me!" Jungkook's eyes widened and he ran off in-between the tacky decorations scattered around the yard. Jungkook cackled as he dodged your attempts at catching him, hiding behind a giant inflatable kangaroo holding onto a pair of ski poles while you stupidly crouched down to check if he was hiding underneath his car. Hide and seek was never your forté.

Jungkook's laugh was warm and genuine, it was the kind of laugh that would put a smile on a strangers face. The type of laughter that would set off an entire movie theatre, funnier and more contagious than any lame half assed joke an overpaid Hollywood actor was rehashing on the big screen.

It was also the kind of laugh that you had dreamed of over many lonely nights. The first time you had a dream about Jungkook you cancelled your plans the following day and refused to leave the house for a week in case you bumped into him. How could you possibly face your best friend after dreaming about his cock fucking your throat with no mercy? The look in his eyes as he came all over your face? How you woke up so horny you grabbed your vibrator and managed to make yourself come in just a few minutes?

The dreams eventually became less sexual and more romantic. Jungkook making you breakfast in bed, surprising you with your own puppy, cleaning the gutters - not only were you bad at hide and seek, romance was not your strong point either. But as lovely as Jungkook was, he was also a hot blooded male. A revolving door of women and men entered his life (and bedroom) and there was no way in hell you were willing to ruin your friendship by acting on a silly little crush with a man who seemed unwilling to ever settle down.

"Seriously though Jungkook, animatronics?" You huffed, bottom lip jutting out in a pathetic attempt of a pout. He just smiled brightly, "Are you feeling nervous?  Maybe a little threatened? Go big or go home I say. And that big ol' gift card is gonna be mine."

You bought your index finger to your thumb and let go, flicking Jungkook in the middle of his forehead, "It's fucking on Jeon."

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The next weekend you jumped into your pickup truck and took a visit to the nearest shopping complex. If Jungkook wanted to play dirty with items he knew the judges enjoyed then you just had to outdo the cocky little shit. You threw your handbag into the baby seat of the shopping cart and speed walked you way straight to the Christmas aisle of the store, weaving between parents and their unruly children hyped up on candy canes and hot chocolate.

"Ahhh this is what heaven would look like, I'm sure of it." Your short fingernails clicked against the handle of the cart as you made your way up and down the aisles. You took your time to leisurely pursue the shelves, excitedly gasping at the newest Christmas decor trends. Your cart quickly filled up with solar powered lights, Christmas cushions and a wooden train set.

But once your eyes landed on the next item you knew you had hit the jackpot. You nudged an older man out of the way to snatch a large box off the shelf, "Ahhh fuck yeah. Jungkook you better get ready to drop onto your knees to kiss my fat, juicy ass." You mumbled as you stroked the side of the box.

In your hands was a nine foot tall inflatable Santa, there was no way the judges would not pick you as the winner with something so outrageously over the top. Combined with the fog machine you had modified to release the classic scents of Christmas - peppermint, freshly baked cookies and cinnamon - around the visiting crowd as well as the popcorn and candy floss machines you had purchased to entice the male judges votes (since men always think with either their cocks or their stomach) you had a win in the bag.

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"You think that monstrosity is going to help you win?" Jungkook scratched at his nose, his head currently laying in your lap as you both snuggled on the leather couch in his cramped lounge. Boxes of unused Christmas decorations stacked around the space. The curtains were drawn open which gave you both a lovely view of your front yard and the massive Santa Claus that overlooked the neighbourhood.

Without thinking you ran your fingers through his thick straight hair, curling the strands around your fingers. "Maybe, but you've got to admit Jungkook he's pretty fucking cool. Look at how huge it is."

Jungkook scoffed, "I don't have to admit shit. But a size queen huh? I'm learning all sorts of interesting things about you recently." Your hand stilled in his hair, weighing up the options on whether twenty five to life in a state penitentiary would be worth murdering your best friend for.

Jungkook nudged his head against your hand, "Nnnn don't stop, that feels really nice." He whined, so you continued to play with his hair. Heart racing fast as you slowly moved your fingers down to trace over his straight eyebrows, to slide down his slightly hooked nose and then to tickle along his chisled jaw. Jungkook looked completely at peace, his eyes closed shut and mouth slightly parted. He was so pretty. And god, he smelled so good too. His Calvin Klein fresia and sandalwood scented cologne this close up was making you feel some type of way.

Horny.

Your best friend was making you horny.

You cleared your throat awkwardly and reached over for your bottle of beer, fingers clasped around the glass so tightly you were worried it may shatter in your grip. You chugged the rest of the frothy golden liquid, letting the sweet crisp taste sit on your tongue before swallowing. You needed to get out of there before you do something you may regret.

"I better go home JK," Bopping your leg up and down under his head you motioned for Jungkook to move, but the stubborn man remained laying there.

"Moveeeeee." You bounced both legs this time, his head flopping in your lap. A cheeky smile lifting the corners of his mouth up.

"Yeah whatever, goodbye." He replied, turning his head to face the television once again ignoring you.

"Hmmppftt." You grabbed the sides of his head and using all your strength pushed him towards the edge of the couch. Jungkook fought back, pressing all his weight down onto you and grabbing onto your legs when you tried to move them out from underneath. You both ended up on the floor wrestling like a pair of hormonally charged teenagers.

Your legs were wrapped around Jungkook's waist as he pinned your arms to the ground above your head. You glanced up and were met with his beautiful round eyes, dark hair falling to drape over them reminiscent of the kind of posters teen magazines loved to print of 1990's boyband members.

Your breath hitched when he lowered his face to hover insanely close to yours. You could feel his hot breath against your skin and your body broke out into goosebumps. A small shudder rippling through your body at the close proximity.

"We should make things more fun this year." His deep voice mumbled over the loud whooshing of your heart beat in your eardrums. All you could do was whimper and nod in response.

"If I win I want your pretty mouth around my cock. And wear that red lipstick you like to put on so often." His cocoa coloured eyes moved to study said mouth.

"A-and if I win?" Jungkook lowered himself more, his semi hard cock pressing against your bare thigh.

"Whatever you want of course." He ground his hips down hard, while his lips ghosted along your jaw. Not quite touching but enough to make your flesh heat up at the thought.

"Let me peg you." The words slipped out before you even had a chance to fully think them through. Jungkook smashed his lips against yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth. The taste of sweet malt lager lingered in the kiss as your tongues clashed against one another. Years of pent up sexual tension finally manifesting itself in an awkward, sloppy kiss with far too much teeth clashing and strained noises.

"Shit," Jungkook broke the kiss, "I wish I wasn't so amazing at this whole Christmas thing cause I'm gonna totally win that gift card, but I would love for you to fuck me with a nice big, fat dildo. I'm not going to be able to get that image out of my head. Can I jerk off thinking about you tonight? That's what best friends are for right?"

Jungkook's teeth grazed against your skin as he sucked and nipped at your neck, "Well considering I've already touched myself while thinking of you, you may as well join in with the fun and games."

"You can't just tell me that and then not get into specifics." Jungkook whined, cock feeling a lot harder against your thigh now.

"Remember that night I came over and we got absolutely shit faced on cheap soju? You spilled a whole bottle on your shirt when you were dancing with Bam." You smiled at the memory of Jungkook lifting his dog onto his hind legs to waltz around the living room.

"You took your shirt off and I tried so hard not to stare, but fuckkkk Jungkook you are so hot. I climbed into bed when I got home and couldn't stop thinking of that fucking tattoo on your back. I pushed my panties down and slipped a finger between my lips, mmmJungkook I was so wet just thinking about you. Absolutely fucking drenched. I added another finger and pushed them into my tight little pussy."

Jungkook let go of your hands and dragged them down to grope your breasts over your shirt. "It wasn't enough though so I added another. Mmm I imagined my fingers were your cock, fucking me nice and deep. I came so hard I swear I nearly died."

Jungkook dropped his forehead to rest of your own. "We've known each other three years, why haven't we fucked yet?" Jungkook asked softly.

"Uhh because men and women can be friends without sex being involved? Plus you know I don't do the sex thing unless I'm dating someone and you aren't exactly the settle down kind of guy." You shrugged your shoulders at his question.

Jungkook sat up, his ass sitting on your thighs, "What do you mean? Are you calling me a man whore?"

You shrugged again and gave a weak smile, "I mean, I've never seen you with anyone for more than a few months. I value our friendship more than becoming your cum dumpster for a few weeks until you get bored and then kick me to the curb."

Jungkook pushed your shirt up to kiss the soft skin of your breasts exposed due to the balconette bra you wore, "You stupid idiot. I thought it was pretty obvious I find you incredibly sexy and would love to date you. Have you not paid any attention to my amazing innuendo over the years? My countless attempts at asking you out on a date? You always just seemed to friendzone me soooo.."

You moaned when cool air hit your nipple and made it stand erect, Jungkook had pulled the bra cup down and was tracing your hard nub with his tongue. "Friendzone? Ahhhhhfuck, we've both been misreading this situation it seems."

You moaned as Jungkook continued to suck and lick at your flesh, "I can't wait to bend you over Jungkook, I'll even take you out for dinner afterwards with the gift card I'm totally going to win."

Jungkook bit down on your nipple playfully, "So it's a deal then?" He asked, big wide eyes staring at you with something behind them that was more than just the fondness between two friends.

"Keep sucking on my tits like this and yeah sure, I'll agree to your stupid wager." That was good enough for Jungkook who just nod his head before bringing you to your release just with his skilled tongue and hands playing with your sensitive breasts.

It was official - you had lost your fucking mind to actually agree to this.

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The street was full of activity, a small group of teenagers stood on a make shift stage belting carols from the bottom of their lungs, children in Santa hats and reindeer antler headbands ran around with eyes as wide as saucers as they took in the wonder all around them and loved up couples walked hand in hand as the Christmas spirit brought them closer together.

It was Christmas Eve and as was tradition your cul-de-sac had closed off for the night to throw a Christmas street party, all the households mingling and enjoying the festivities. A mix and match of wood and plastic tables lined the asphalt street, a wide variety of pot luck dishes sat on top looking absolutely fucking enticing; dump cake, loaded potato casserole, white chicken chili and macaroni and cheese just to name a few. You could devour every single dish on the tables and not feel guilty about it.

A games station was half way down the street manned by an lovely elderly couple Dave and Mary - there were egg and spoon races (with baubles instead of eggs), three legged 'reindeer' races and Santa sack races. A sheet was hung against the side of a house which had Christmas movies projected against it and bubbles floated towards your end of the street as a quirky single dad Namjoon attempted magic tricks from the sidewalk in front of his house.

"Hey Jeon you ready to kiss my ass?" You poked at Jungkook's toned belly.

He cocked his head to the side, "Only person kissing any asses tonight will be you. You can give it a wee peck after choking on my dick."

Jungkook came to stand by your side, arm brushing against your own. His closeness made you feel nervous, the vibe between you both had changed since the night his tongue had made you come in your panties like a touch starved teenager. There were less terrible sexual puns and annoying digs at your (amazing) Christmas display and more sneaky little touches and goodbye kisses that never seemed to end. Neither one of you had mentioned that night again and the air between you both was becoming more and more tense as the days dragged on. You both needed a release, it was just of a matter of finding out who would be doing the fucking. And that night had finally arrived.

"Oh oh, look here they come. Piss off back to your place, go goooooo I can't be seen fraternising with the enemy." You pushed Jungkook towards the street and watched as he quickly jogged back to his tacky Christmas display, the bells on his red and green hat (with built in elf ears) dingling as his feet stomped across the pavement.

"Welcome! May your holidays sparkle with joy and laughter. Please feel free to look around the yard and have a good time." You plastered a fake smile on your face, pleased years of retail had trained you on how to come across as friendly and welcoming even when you were a grumpy, tired mess.

The judges walked one after another underneath the nutcracker archway and took their time reviewing your display. Taking close inspection at every single decoration, light and of course to stop and help themselves to popcorn and candyfloss. They repeated their actions at Jungkook's house, no sign of any reactions on their faces as they walked off to view the rest of the houses on the street.

You rushed over and bumped into Jungkook's side, grabbing his hand and holding it tight, "Did they say anything? They were so quiet over at mine. Oh my god I'm so nervous."

Jungkook squeezed your hand, "Nope they didn't say shit. They are taking it really seriously this year." He brought your hand to his mouth and brushed his lips against your knuckles. The action causing your cheeks to flush.

"Cute." He whispered, "I noticed you're wearing that red lipstick that gets my dick twitching in my pants, is that a sign of defeat on your part?"

You squeezed his hand hard, lightly digging your nails into his skin, "You wish Jeon."

"Well yeah, I mean that's the whole point of this wager thing. You really are dense sometimes." He tugged you close to kiss the tip of your nose. "Dense but adorable as hell. Fuck, that lipstick though. Feel my dick it's hard already."

He moved your joined hand to his crotch, brushing your hand against his surprisingly hard cock. "Oh my god Jungkook." You gawped at him in faux outrage, mouth dropped open and eyebrows high on your forehead. "Out here in front of everyone?"

You began to rub your hand back and forth over the tent in his pants, "Don't start something you can't handle Jeon." Your voice slow and seductive as you continued to fondle him in the middle of the crowded street.

After an agonising wait the judges finally stepped onto the stage to announce the winner of the gift card and the honour of bragging rights after being named the best Christmas house on the street. You and Jungkook pushed your way through the crowd to stand directly in front of the stage.

Jungkook bopped back and forth on his heels as nervous energy flowed through his body. He reminded you of a stupidly buff kangaroo hopping around on the spot.

"Thank you everyone for all your hard work this year. The displays have been incredible and we appreciate every single one of you." Martin - the Police Chief spoke to the crowd, "Every house has it's own charm and it's been a great delight to visit everyone that participated this year, Susan..."

Jungkook nudged your side and rolled his eyes at the stage when you turned to face him. You bit your bottom lip to stifle the laughter that was close to bubbling over.

"Ahh yes thank you Officer Williams, I am proud to be a resident of this cul-de-sac and that you have all bestowed on me the very important task of choosing a winner. This year's winner blew us away with their use of handmade decorations. They were very creative and we loved seeing the effort put into them."

Your shoulders slumped at this, Jungkook's display had a lot of handmade pieces crafted in his very own workshop, while yours were purchased and later modified at home.

"The winner of the 2021 Rosco Ave Annual Christmas Display Competition is NUMBER TWENTY FOUR! Well done Oliver!" Jungkook snapped his head towards you and you matched his confused expression.

A ten year old had beat you both?

Shoddily made cardboard and plywood decorations had won over pieces Jungkook had put his blood, sweat and tears into making?

Haphazardly placed lights were considered better than your massive fuck off Santa that loomed over the entire neighborhood?

"Uhhh what just happened?" You croaked as a spritely red headed boy ran onto the stage to accept the gift card and trophy.

"I think we just got our arses kicked by a child that's what." Jungkook shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked side to side, bumping into you everytime he swayed to the left.

"Well that's no fun we don't get to see each other naked now!" Your hand slapped over your mouth as your voice came out much louder than you had expected, gathering the attention of those standing nearby.

"Uhhh well I mean, I wouldn't say no if you wanted to suck on my dick a little you know?" Jungkook scratched at the base of his neck.

You pursed your lips and pretended to give his comment deep thought, rubbing your chin with your index finger and thumb. "Let's get out of here then."

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Jungkook flopped against the bed, completely naked from the waist down thanks to your busy hands making work of the zip on his white linen trousers the minute you both crossed the threshold into your home. His cock moved to slap against his toned abdomen when his ass hit the mattress. God, he looked beautiful laying there in just his purple and green plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off the eclectic range of tattoos that ran up and down his arm.

You climbed onto the bed and crawled between his spread legs, you hated to admit it but you were fucking excited to be so close to Jungkook's exposed cock right now. It was just as pretty as your wicked mind had pictured it to be.

You reached out and began stroking his length with a tight grip, cheeks growing hot at how big he was in your tiny hands. Parting your mouth slightly, you gathered salvia and spat it directly onto the head of his cock, the spit slowly dribbling down the sides. Your hand dragged the spit down his shaft, making the slide even smoother.

With your fingers grasped tightly around his base you lowered your head and began licking around the tip. He tasted salty from the precum that had began leaking from his eager cock. Your pointed tongue dug into the slit making his legs tremble. It was cute just how sensitive Jungkook was.

Opening your mouth wide, you took as much of Jungkook as you possibly could getting pretty close to deep throating his length. Next time you thought to yourself. Your tongue rubbed against his shaft as you held your place, throat full of cock. You swallowed hard, a loud moan heard from further up the bed when your throat contracted around Jungkook's cock. You pulled off to begin licking up and down his length, spitting to make the blowjob messy and loud - a perfect description of yourself.

Your red lipstick was smudged over your chin and looked so lovely mixed with all the spit on Jungkook's tanned, smooth cock. While you bobbed up and down on his shaft you began to fondle his tight balls, rolling the soft skin between your digits. Small fingers made their way down Jungkook's strong muscular thigh to reach his ass. He shifted underneath you to grant you easier access to his cute little hole which you rewarded by pressing your thumb against his entrance, caressing the skin lightly.

Jungkook pouted like a toddler when you pulled off his hard, leaking cock, "Don't stopppp, I was so close to coming."

You slapped his thigh lightly, "You should know by now I don't like people telling me what to do." You pushed his legs further apart and took his balls into your mouth, rolling them around your tongue. It seemed by the satisfied moans, Jungkook was huge fan of your tongue so you let it travel further south until you met his puckered hole.

Spreading his cheeks apart as much as you could in this position you moved your mouth to cover his asshole completely and began licking along the sensitive skin. After a few experimental licks you plunged your tongue inside, surprised when Jungkook began to push his ass against your face.

"Nope, you're not coming from that." You scowled, rubbing your chin free from spit and smudged lipstick as you moved off the bed and dropped down onto your knees to search the bottom of your closet. Jungkook cursed, his cock was so hot and red, his balls heavy and ready to explode.

"Ah ha!" You exclaimed excitedly, pulling a tangled mess of metal, fabric and silicone out of the closet. Jungkook sat on his knees, feet tucked under his naked butt as he watched you remove your jeans and t-shirt standing in just your lacey red matching bra and panty set to then step into the harness one leg at a time. You tightened the straps around your hips and then around your thighs making sure it fit snug against your flesh. As you moved to your side table the pink silicone dildo bobbed up and down with every step which made you giggle.

"Get on all fours Jeon, it's time for me to live out something I've been dreaming of for a verrryyyy long time." The sweet smile on your face was in contrast to the sight of you standing in just your lingerie and a harness with a fake cock attached to it, but Jungkook was loving every second as much as you were and eagerly turned around, his hands and knees placed on mattress while his firm, tight ass wiggled in the air.

"Fuck" You whispered as you squeezed lube liberally over the dildo and began stroking it's length to coat every inch in the cool liquid. Jungkook's hole was right there, pretty and pink, glistening from your tongue exploring it earlier. With a lubed finger you rubbed around his tight puckered hole and then slid it in, memorised by how his asshole clenched around the digit. You pulled out and drizzled more lube right above his crack, letting the liquid slowly drip down onto his hole. You pushed the liquid inside, coating his walls with the lube. The squelching of lubed fingers inside a tight asshole was such a lovely sound when mixed with Jungkook's soft moaning and gasps.

"Can you fuck me already, shit. I hate being edged, please don't edge me." Jungkook rocked his ass against your fingers, fucking himself as you held your hand still. You obliged, since you were just as keyed up as he was, only difference was your excellent poker face.

Gripping onto his hip with one hand, you held the dildo with the other. Lining up with his hole you took a deep breath and pushed against him, his ass slowly opening to take the dildo exquisitely. With a hard, deep snap of your hips you bottom out completely.

You leaned over Jungkook, the dildo far inside his ass and your soft lace covered tits pressing against his back. "Are you okay?" You asked, leaving little kisses along his spine and shoulders. "Mmmm move, fuck me. Fuck me hard. If you think you're going hard enough you aren't, go harder." He replied through gritted teeth.

"Mmhmm." You hummed, pulling out only to slam back into Jungkook, flesh connecting with a loud smack. Your hips rocked back and forth, the dildo reaching deep inside, only to be pulled out just as quickly. Jungkook arched his back, returning every thrust with one of his own. The knuckles on your left hand began to whiten as you held on tight, using the leverage to fuck the tattooed man within an inch of his life.

"Ahhh fuck, yessss just like that." Jungkook cried out as you pounded into him wildly. Reaching between his legs you took his cock into your hand and tried to stroke him in time with your thrusts. It was a little awkward and uncomfortable but feeling his cock pulsate against your skin was a beautiful sensation.

The dildo continued to plunge in and out of Jungkook's hole, his asscheeks jiggling despite how toned and firm they were. It was truly hypnotizing. You could very easily get used to this view.

"Yeah, take my fat cock JK. Mmm such a whore, look at you, you little cock slut." The dirty words just tumbled out of your mouth. Never had you spoken to a lover like this before but Jungkook encouraged your debauchery. Whimpering and whining everytime you opened your mouth.

A low rough grunt let you know you of Jungkook's orgasm, the dusky pink floral duvet cover now covered in splashes of his creamy white cum. After slamming into him one more time - making sure to hit that sweet spot inside his ass you pulled out, the dildo making a leud wet popping sound as Jungkook's wrecked hole fluttered open, clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled again.

"Wow." Jungkook's arms gave out and he fell onto the mattress, laying in the puddle of his cum seemingly unbothered by this fact. "So I'm gonna need this is be our Christmas tradition from now on. You, me and that wonderful strap on."

Carefully you undid the straps of the harness and dropped it to the ground. Your thighs and lower back were burning from the 'Blow Jungkook's Mind (and cock)' workout you had just completed so you climbed onto the bed and melted into the soft mattress. Jungkook rolled over and pressed himself against your side, throwing a cum covered leg over your thigh. "Before you start getting weird and over thinking things, that's my attempt at asking you out. You know, to be my girlfriend or whatever."

"Always the romantic Jeon." His silky black hair slipped between your fingers as you scratched at his scalp the way you knew he liked. "I'd love to be your girlfriend, but uhhh Jungkook it's not fair if only one of us gets to come tonight." You took his hand and slipped it into your panties, spreading your legs further apart so he had better access to run his fingers through your wet folds.

"Jesus Christ." Jungkook choked, pushing two fingers easily into your pussy, "Fucking me got you this wet huh?"

"I told you, ahhh, I've been wanting to do that for a long time. Oh g-god." His thumb circled your clit while two fingers thrust inside of you, rubbing against the sensitive ridges of your inner walls. The kiss he pressed to your lips caused sparks to course throughout your body.

"Keep doing that and you'll make me squirt." A tingling pressure began to pool between your legs as Jungkook curled his fingers to massage your sweet spot.

"Really?! Merry fucking Christmas to me."

While you dazzled Jungkook with your ability to gush all over his fingers, the Christmas party continued outside, neighbours none the wiser to what was taking place inside your bedroom. Even when the party had ended, tables returned to garages, children tucked into bed awaiting the arrival of Santa, plates of potluck left overs placed into packed refrigerators the two of you fucked like rabbits all night long.

You weren't competing for a gift card anymore, but rather how many orgasms you could draw from the other. And this was one competition you were fine losing if it meant Jungkook got to fill all your holes until you were an exhausted, hot sweaty cum covered mess.

Who needs a stupid gift card when you could have a handsome submissive muscle bunny to call your own anyway.

Hold the Door | KNJ

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader

Rating: 18+ / Mature / Explicit

Synopsis: Will you ever have a normal elevator ride with Namjoon?

Word Count: 8.3k

Genres, Content Warnings, & Themes: Enemies to lovers, neighbors, angst, arguing / fighting, weed, dirty talk, smut (unprotected sex, oral sex, penetrative sex, semi-public sex)

Author’s Note: Written for this “anon” 😉, who has an incredible recurring dream about Namjoon! (Wish we were all just as lucky!) Thanks for your patience, and I hope you enjoy, dear friend!

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Saturday 4:42 PM

“Great, I was wondering whether this day would get any better.”

The sideways, questioning, but dazed glance that your best friend gives you is as flat as the tone with which your words fall to the, as-of-yet, unreplaced carpet in your apartment building’s lobby. Her lips are obscured by the tall, heavy stack of boxes contained in a brown bag, safely clutched and pinned to her body. And her face is mostly hidden by the massive bunch of pink and yellow balloons that are tied around her shoulder to keep them from floating away. But you know that she’s shooting you a pout of confusion.

You couldn’t lift your arms to press the elevator call button the first time, given that you’re weighed down by all the shopping bags. So you jut your elbow out again to gesture backwards and focus her attention on the nightmare who has just walked into your building.

To the unwitting soul, the navy, knit beanie and matching navy t-shirt and sweatpants shuffling toward you might have been pleasant to look at. Thrilling, even, judging by the look in your best friend’s eye, squinting and appraising, like a jeweller’s eye behind a glass. 

She doesn’t really know what she’s looking at.

“The answer, by the way, is a resounding no,” you say quickly, hoping to head off further questioning.

“But he’s hot,” she raves, the brown paper crinkling at her breath.

The elevator’s friendly ding! can’t come soon enough, and when it does, you quickly step into the back corner.

“Hold the door!” the navy-clad man calls from the entryway. His voice booms throughout the lobby. Even your doorman turns to peek inside.

Your best friend — or, now, ex-best friend — plants herself between the elevator doors. “That giant, steamy slice of beefcake is a no?” she asks, turning to face you.

“You heard me!” you repeat.

You step forward, kicking at her feet to move her out of the way. She kicks back, at a slight advantage with her heels. But then a new set of toes come into view. Toes outlined by navy plastic. 

“Namjoon,” you grumble as politely as you can, as you look up from his toes and into his face.

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