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Lucky, Lucky Girl (M) | JJK

Lucky, Lucky Girl

⟶ Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader ⟶ Genre: Roommates AU, Smut, 18+ ⟶ WC: 6.1k+ ⟶ Warnings: pwp, implied drunken state, alcohol, implied situationship, neck kisses, oral (m), making-out, choking, clit pinched once, fingering (f), finger sucking (f & m), palming (m), brief unprotected sex, etc ⟶ Beta: @jeonjcngkook​ // thank you so much for dealing with my massive short time frames :( i love you, sav ⟶ Summary: The joy of Jungkook having a grand ol’ time with his own personal karaoke night causes you, his roommate, to grow more and more annoyed. ⟶ Author’s Note: Mmm, yeah. Jungkook’s back to back Weverse lives – how ‘bout that? ⟶ Song Recommendation: Unholy ft Kim Petras by Sam Smith

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Teacher's Pet | JJK (6.5)

—chapter six, part two: learning and more learning

♡ ⟶series summary: Hooking up every so often with your English Literature professor, what’s the worst that can happen? Falling in love, perhaps.

♡ ⟶pairing: professor/dilf!jungkook x student!reader

♡ ⟶genre: illicit/forbidden relationship au, sneaky link to lovers, age gap, fluff, smut, angst

♡ ⟶word count: 11.3k

♡ ⟶chapter contains: a lil angsty at first but then some pretty cute fluff (and car smut 😜), jk goes to oc’s place and has one-on-one teacher-student time (he helps her study), this ofc leads to explicit smut which includes: sex toys, oc rides it for the first time, unprotected seggs (don’t be like oc and jk), mean dom jk (missed him), but also subby jk?!?!, glimpse of dom!oc, overstimulation, creampie, dirty talk (yeah… there’s a lot), brat!oc, oc chokes him :p, praising, slight degrading, and lastly: some more angst caused by none other than nessa towards the end </3

♡ ⟶ chapter summary: After an unfortunate turn of events with Jungkook, you're faced with a rollercoaster of emotions that ultimately results in reassurance, heartfelt confessions, and a sexual encounter to remember. However, that is until yet another turn of events plummets you straight back down that rollercoaster.

a/n: not really a spoiler but before you reach the end i just want to point out that no, jungkook is not "cheating" on oc !! he just made himself look guilty as hell lmao

this is part 6.5 of my teachers pet series, not a stand-alone

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Earlier…

“You didn’t answer my calls last night,” the woman says with her back against the front door in what Jungkook would assume is an attempt of guarding it, chest prodded out in an attempt to show any intimidation possible.

Jungkook smiles, not because he’s happy, but because he can’t believe she’s doing this again. Humored in annoyance, he scoffs.

“I’m not starting another one of these with you, Nessa. I’m only here to drop Lia off.”

‘These’ being the usual scene his ex tends to cause each time he comes. She picks any little reason and every opportunity to start a bickering fest with him.

Why? Well Jungkook has no idea.

But what he does know is that he no longer has to put up with her toxicity because he is no longer with her. In fact, he has a much happier, much better atmosphere and person awaiting him in his car.

Gently laying his resting daughter down on the couch, he gives her a soft kiss on the forehead before whispering his goodbyes and heading to the front door all while he continues to ignore his ex-wife’s pointless remarks.

She of course is not having any of that, though.

Nessa stays leaned against the front door, denying his exit, and with Jungkook’s eyes adamant on the floor, he clicks his tongue inside his cheek as he waits there in front of her expectedly. He sneaks in a subtle inhale and exhale to soothe the building impatience within him.

“I know you heard me, would you stop ignoring me like a goddamn kid and just talk to me?”

Jungkook has learned her antics by now. And with that one specifically, he knows that she’s resorted to making him seem like the bad guy in a conversation that he has yet to even take part in. He knows if he speaks like how she so badly wishes he does, she’ll use each and every word against him. He knows there’s no winning here, and that the only way out is through.

“I was busy last night.”

“Busy while you were supposed to be taking care of Dahlia?”

Ah, there it is. Jungkook smiles as he notes his prediction was precise, and he brings one hand up to rub at his temple as his sharp eyes find hers for the first time this encounter.

“She was sleeping, Nessa, for fucks sake.”

Utter offense washes over her already furious features, angered that he’d even dare to defend himself let alone use such vulgarity in her home. Jungkook almost laughs when she scrambles for a different approach to take, something— anything to make him seem like the monster here.

“What were you busy with so late at night?”

Jungkook’s first thought was you, but then he couldn’t help but wonder why his ex would be calling him “so late at night” in the first place. He would ask, but his train of thought is interrupted.

“Are you seeing someone?”

Frustrated by the ignorance provided by him, she decided to cut straight to the point because accusing him of something is far more satisfying than standing there, rotting in his stubborn silence— according to her logic.

And oh how badly he wants to say yes, he is seeing someone. That he really likes this one person. That he’s fucking someone and that he’s been having the best sex of his life. But of course, despite how poorly his ex treats him, he would never tell her such things. Especially not with their daughter sleeping a few feet away.

“So what if I am?” Is what he settles for instead, the pride of possibly admitting other, more vulgar, things still on his mind.

Nessa stays frozen, expression still furious but that’s not new, and for a split second Jungkook wonders if she’s genuinely upset. He knows she has no right to be, but being the kind soul he is, he feels a little bad for being too harsh.

No ex wants to know the answer to a question like “are you seeing someone” and Jungkook regrets his response for a moment or two before her features shift into motion once more, now displaying disgust and disbelief.

The bitterness that her gaze alone holds clears Jungkook of any pity, and now he actually debates telling her the vulgar truth about yours and his sex life.

“Wow, Jungkook.”

“Yeah, wow, Nessa,” Jungkook decides to put his foot down, any patience gone as the temptation of engaging in the argument takes him in. He knows it’s what she wants, but he doesn’t care right now.

“Look, we agreed we’d have no relationship or contact unless it involves Dahlia. I don’t owe it to you to answer your calls or stay single, and you sure as hell do not owe it to me to act like this every fucking time I bring her by. This isn’t what we agreed to and you know it.”

The huff that leaves the woman’s mouth is almost childish and Jungkook notices how her eyes twinkle in uncertainty of what to say back. Perhaps it’s because he’s right, but she’d never let him have the satisfaction of the last word. So of course, in true Nessa fashion, she blurts out one last thing before Jungkook manages to push past her to reach for the door handle.

“You were a shit husband and now you’re an even shittier father. If I see that whore of yours around my daughter I’m filing for custody.”

Jungkook immediately stills his movements, eyes finding Nessa’s as disbelief and hurt coats every inch of him. He’s not intimidated because he knows she’s bluffing, but that doesn’t stop her words from stinging just the same.

“A threat? You’re threatening me now? That’s low, Ness, even for you.”

He’s done nothing but love and provide for their daughter. And despite the terms he’s on with his ex, it hurts that she can’t acknowledge even that.

And all because of what? Jealousy? Jungkook scoffs at the thought.

With arms crossed and chest puffed out, she doesn’t even bother to take back her words that clearly offended Jungkook. In his eyes hold disappointment, and not in himself but in her.

“You need to watch the shit you say, Nessa. That’s how you burn bridges.”

“To hell with your bridge, ours has been burned a long time ago.”

Jungkook nods, understanding that now, officially, she has no respect for him and maybe never has. He figures he shouldn’t waste another second talking to a narrow-minded person. He guides her aside, not forcefully but strong enough to succeed in his mission to the door.

Twisting the knob, a hand is placed on his shoulder.

“Wait— I didn’t mean that.” The woman scrambles with quick words as Jungkook doesn’t pause his task, full attention on leaving. “At least tell me if you love her.”

Jungkook is almost lightheaded from the whiplash her treatment is giving him. One second he’s a shit husband and even shittier father, and the next he’s being asked if he loves you. Whether the question roots from jealousy or care or let it be curiosity— he knows she doesn’t need to know. At all.

“Mind your fucking business for once, Nessa!”

The front door flies open and out comes a furious Jungkook, eyes on the ground of the pavement as he treads to the car. He knows you’re watching now, perhaps you can even hear, and for a split second he prays his ex-wife doesn’t follow him outside but his luck betrays him, and following behind him is, of course, his ex.

“Yeah? Well maybe if you just talked to me once in a while I wouldn’t have to pry everything out of you,” she shouts back.

Jungkook mentally counts down the seconds until she realizes you sitting in the passenger, and damn him for not having tinted windows, he scolds himself. He reaches his parked car, palm on the roof of it as he waits for Nessa to go back inside. He’s furious but nowhere near rude enough to just drive off and leave her hanging.

“I don’t have to talk to you about my life, Nessa. Please go inside, I’m already late—”

Opening the door, he hears his ex scoff from afar, and he stops himself from getting in the car. He trails his words into silence when he sees his ex’s eyes navigate right to where he hoped they wouldn’t, and he sees them grow almost evil as they scan you.

And damn him and his politeness, he scolds himself again.

Jungkook feels terrible for putting you in this awkward situation, but he’s got bigger things to deal with at this second.

“Really, Jungkook? You brought her to my house and let her meet our daughter?”

And the second her question passed her lips, Jungkook toned out from reality. However, he was unfortunately forced to come back to earth as she spoke again.

“How long have you been seeing her?”

Her tone holds obvious hurt, and Jungkook has trouble detecting if it’s genuine or just an act. Despite that, though, he knows the only right answer to respond with.

“That shouldn’t matter to you, and I’m not going to stop seeing her anytime soon so learn to live with it,” he makes sure to tell her before getting inside the car and slamming the door. He knows you heard everything, so he doesn’t bother to explain and instead pays no mind to you, whose sitting there shocked.

The air is tenser than ever and a horrible feeling of guilt weighs down on him. He shouldn’t have brought you here, for your sake, not his ex’s. He couldn’t care less about how his ex feels. Not after the scene she just had to pull. Driving off, Jungkook has to endure that tense air as he’s too choked up on his own guilt as well as frustration caused by his ex to speak.

In the confined space of his impala, you both drown in an immense need to apologize for the tense air even though it's nobody’s fault, but yet for some reason, neither of you can bring yourself to speak. And it’s different from this morning. This morning, you couldn’t bring yourselves to speak out a heartfelt confession, but now, you can’t bring yourselves to address the bitterness.

Just as hope was at its peak this morning, your heart trembles as the foundation of that hope comes tumbling down rather hard and abrupt and you’re faced with uncertainty for the first time since falling for him.

Present Time…

Twenty minutes is how quickly Jungkook sped through the notes, thirty minutes is how long majority of the students have been asleep, and one hour is how long you’ve been staring down at the surface of your desk, trying to just understand everything that happened this morning.

How does one go from love to worry in the matter of one short morning? It baffles you.

Jungkook, however, has been writing in a journal. You’ve noticed during each quick glance you spared his way, and as he jots down quick thoughts onto pages and pages, you wonder if he’s writing you a goodbye. You wouldn’t even be surprised if that’s his preferable farewell method, the guy is the epitome of every lead male in romance novels.

But, you know that’s far-fetched. He wouldn’t say goodbye to you over a tiny argument, and during this hour of thinking to yourself, you’ve narrowed the whole ordeal down to you maybe just exaggerating the situation.

And if you do love this man (another conclusion you’ve drawn during this hour) then you wouldn’t be so confident that he’s done with you. You know better than to love someone who you’re not one hundred percent does or will love you back. So unless your heart is betraying you, you know deep down that he’s not leaving so easily.

That safeness you feel around him, that bubble, you know he’s in it too. You’re sure of it.

It’s all just a matter of speaking.

However, that may be a little hard to do since you can’t even make eye contact without frantically darting them away, pretending like you didn’t just get caught stealing a look. And if only you were to have kept looking, you’d notice how Jungkook softly laughed after each time it happened.

Jungkook has been thinking for the past hour as well. Even while he was going over the notes for the class. Stuttering left and right and losing his train of thought almost every five minutes, he managed to speed through, and now, he’s been writing in a personal journal.

Come to think of it, the last time he journaled was before his first encounter with you, and boy does he have quite a lot of recapping to do. But for now, he skipped to an important, essential part in you and his story.

He’s writing about how he thinks he’s fallen in love with you.

~

Undoubtedly, I love her.

Straight forward, sure, but it’s true. I’ve fallen in love with someone who I wasn’t supposed to, and yet I’ve never felt anything so right. She feels right. Loving her feels right.

Our few weeks together have been filled with nothing but hope and desire and that certain euphoric feeling that I now am able to realize as love. I’ve felt something of it before, but it didn’t come nearly as close to this feeling I feel with her.

It’s undeniable, and for that, I’ll wholeheartedly admit to the world if I could that I am in love with that girl.

I’m writing this while I’m supposed to be organizing papers and while she’s sat in her seat on the high lecture hall benches. We argued for the first time earlier, and I think that’s maybe why it’s so easy to admit I love her now.

Because I’ve never been so damn scared to lose someone in my whole life. And that’s coming from a once-married man. But I know that as long as this feeling stays so significant, she won’t slip away easily. I just won’t allow it.

She’s something of an escape for me. She helps me feel. Her presence alone makes me feel something I haven’t felt in ages and I don’t think I’m mistaken when I say I don’t think I can find someone else like her in this lifetime.

It’s her and me now, and all I wish is for her to see that too.

~

Eyes on the clock, you continue to focus on the tiny hand that tics each passing second.

“Alrighty,” a familiar voice echoes throughout the once-silent lecture hall, a couple of students jumping in startle. “Guess you guys can start heading out and if you’re not done with the notes you’re welcome to stay too.”

Without any further ado about half the class gets up, and the ones who are still remained seated are either completely absorbed in their notes or dead asleep. Jungkook sighs at this, having hoped he would have been left in an empty room with just you. One thing Jungkook has been thinking about is how he really wants to just talk to you.

He feels awful, truly. And it’s almost as if he can hear your far-stretched thoughts, wanting to just explain to you that you’ve done nothing wrong. Maybe even tell you about the altercation at his ex’s house.

Eyes glancing over the lines of confessions he jotted down, he doesn’t notice when you pack your things into your bag and recline down the benches, walking straight over to him.

“Mr. Jeon?” A familiar voice nearby jolts him out of his seat, and hurriedly shuffling his journal shut, he stares up at you from his desk.

“Mrs. Y/L/N,” he speaks in greeting, his tone of faux calmness.

His lips hold a small smile, eyes softer than ever and you can easily detect the apology held within them. You stare down at your feet as you fiddle with the strap of your tote bag weighing on your shoulder.

“I uh… I didn’t get to finish today’s notes.”

Jungkook only nods slowly, not quite sure if that’s code for something or if you genuinely are asking for the notes. He gives you a couple of seconds to continue, and when you don’t, he speaks.

“Okay… let me grab them for you.”

He takes off about half a stack of papers from an organized pile on his desk, plucking out the necessary pages as he puts the rest back to its original spot, even going the extra mile to pluck out a paper clip from an assortment tray to secure the sheets he plans to give you together.

Handing you the papers, you don’t take them.

“I also— Um, I also think I need extra help with it.”

Definitely code for something, Jungkook notes.

He takes a quick second to scan the room, observing that a significant amount of students have left and there are about three who are not asleep. Maybe about five that are.

Leaning closer while keeping an appropriate distance intact, he whispers discreetly.

“And what kind of help do you need?”

His intentional seductive tone makes you roll your eyes and bite back a giggle, clicking your tongue against your teeth before answering.

“Well for starters, I need a ride… I’m kinda stranded without.” You subconsciously take your bottom lip into your mouth as you meet his gaze and continue in a much quieter tone.

“And I was thinking we can maybe talk? I don’t want anything to be awkward or—“

“I’d love to talk, Y/N. Meet me at my car, I’ll be out there once everyone leaves.”

Opening the top drawer of his desk, he pulls out a bundle of keys and holds them out on his palm for you to take. Quickly, you do, hoping no one saw the exchange.

“Wait in the passenger, and don’t you dare go grand theft auto on me.”

You can’t help but cackle at that, the idea intriguing but far too criminal and energy-draining for you. Grabbing the keys from him, you prolong the feel of your fingertips on his hand for a moment or two too long.

“Can’t make any promises~”

“Jesus Christ you’d think those students would at least appreciate a chance to leave earl—“

Hand cupping his cheek before he even gets a chance to close the car door let alone sit down all the way, you pull his lips against yours and try your best to mimic the way he kissed you this morning. A gasp of shock shifts into a subtle moan and when you pull away he giggles with a pink tint to his cheeks.

“Well hello to you too.”

“Hi.”

“What was that for?”

“You took forever and I couldn’t wait to kiss you.”

He smiles at your words, his whole body feeling like mush, and as those notorious butterflies flutter back to life inside his stomach, he nods to himself before reaching over and returning the favor.

Comfortably exhaling through your nose as he expertly caresses your soft lips with his, his teeth nibble slightly at your bottom lip when you try to sneak your tongue in. You hum in protest when he pulls away, but he keeps the proximity intact by resting his forehead against yours.

“You’re not mad at me?”

“I was gonna ask you the same thing.”

Jungkook’s brows furrow at your response, pulling away slightly to fully lock eyes.

“Why would I be mad at you?”

With a huff, you slouch back into your seat, trying to think of a decent way to say “because I overthink too much and you have every right to be” but you end up sufficing with something much different.

“Don’t know,” you shrug, throwing a half smile his way. “But are we good?”

More than good, Jungkook thinks. In fact, so good that he wonders if now is the time to tell you that he thinks he’s fallen in lo—

“Actually, don’t answer that.”

With wide eyes, Jungkook only blinks. You spare him the confusion and elaborate.

“You can show it instead…”

Ah, another innuendo. Jungkook feels the heat creeping up the back of his neck, a shy chuckle escaping as he darts his eyes down to the center console. And again, right before Jungkook has the chance to cough up a response, you interrupt him.

“Or… I can show it.”

He immediately finds your eyes to see if you're serious or not, excitement as well as eagerness taking over, all in the form of blood rushing south, activating a slowly growing tent in his pants.

“So I see your offer from earlier is still up?”

You nod, eyes batting up at him with lips between your teeth, a look you know he’s a sucker for.

Jungkook pretends to contemplate, but you and him both know how badly he wants it. Looking out the window and quickly scavenging the parking lot that you’re still parked in, he brings his attention back to you with a question now in mind.

“While I’m driving?” Jungkook asks quietly, still a little shy as he always is before doing anything remotely sexual with you. It’s always the thrill he gets mid-act that triggers the dominance in him.

You’re not complaining, though. You find his initial shyness to be cute.

Shrugging again, you lazily shift your eyes down his body. You take note of his neck and the vague purple mark that you left on it prior, his chest that you so badly wish wasn’t blocked by his button-down, his waist that you remember holding onto at one point in time, and down to his bulging crotch that you’re itching to reveal.

“The adrenaline would be pretty hot…” You manage to let out a verbal response.

Jungkook wastes no more time discussing this, hand wrapping around the gear stick as he shifts into reverse and puzzles out of the narrow parking spot, soon turning onto the main road that leads to your place.

“Go on, then,” he instructs with eyes adamant on the windshield before him, paying you no mind as he awaits your touch.

You of course love taking every chance you get to banter with him, so with a sly giggle, you turn to face him.

“Are you asking me to jerk you off, Mr. Jeon?”

“Only if you want to.”

Exaggeratedly sighing to emphasize your theatrics, you sit up straight.

“If you insist,” you tease.

With fingertips tucking under the bottom hem of your sweatshirt, you pull it up, revealing a dainty sports bra beneath. This draws Jungkook’s attention and his eyes nearly burst out upon seeing you taking the bra off as well.

“Woah, wait, jagi my windows aren’t tinted—“

“Shh,” you interrupt with a small laugh. “Let people see how hot your girlfriend is.”

Usually, you wouldn’t say something so cocky and pretentious, but for some reason— saying that to Jungkook makes you feel like a badass. Especially when pairing such a bold statement with a rather new title.

And hearing it does things to him as well.

“Shit,” he softly exhales, making sure to glance over at you for another quick second to watch your breasts fall free. He’s not too thrilled that other people on the road may be looking as well, but it’s not them who’s about to get pleasured by the goddess that is you.

It’s him. The boyfriend.

Reaching over the center console, you undo his belt buckle and fiddle with his pants button and zipper before sneaking a hand into the waistband of his boxers and taking hold of what you’ve been craving.

“Already so much precum for me Gukkie…”

His length is hard and warm in your palm and you feel the wetness messily spread against the material of his boxers as you guide him out, the cold air as well as your oddly dominant words making him hiss. You’re still not over how big he is, still a little shocked each time, his tip alone being almost too prominent for you to trace your thumb fully around it.

“Go slow, d-don’t wanna crash now.”

Wrapping your hand fully around him and applying faint pressure, you giggle as he softly inhales.

“Just relax and enjoy the ride,” you murmur before wrapping your fingers around his shaft, thumb balancing on his leaking tip. The sight of him alone is enough to make you clench around nothing, but the feel of him is what really entices you.

Rubbing his precum around his tip, he jolts slightly and tries his best to keep his hand on the wheel as well as his foot on the gas steady.

You were right, he thinks, the adrenaline is pretty fucking hot.

If anyone were to glance inside his car— which happens quite frequently as many people tend to be curious about what kind of person would be riding a vintage Impala casually down the street of this small town— they’d see how his head is barely holding upright, lazily lolled back as his eyes fight to stay open. They’d see his mouth agape as your hand begins stroking him with a little more pressure.

And they’d see you, shirtless as you bite the living hell out of your bottom lip, subtly grinding against the leather interior of his passenger seat.

“You know, you haven’t fucked me in a while,” you begin to mention as you trail your hand down to caress his balls for a moment. “I miss you.”

You as in his dick, and miss as in you miss his dick inside of you. Jungkook whimpers at both your subtle massaging as well as your insinuation.

You miss him as a whole too, of course, but you also really miss the feeling of his dick.

“I fucked you last night,” he chuckles, entertained by where you’re going with this.

“That was different.”

He instantly understood what different means, and he feels his cheeks grow warm as he realizes his goal of showing his love for you last night worked. The remembrance plus your hand on him makes him choke out a light moan, and you can’t help but slyly smirk.

“Well if that’s— ah, your w-way of asking me to fuck you then I can pull over.” He shifts the attention back to the original topic.

You don’t hate the idea, but you also have other plans. Trailing your hand a little lower, your finger prods at his hole, curious to see what his reaction would be.

“Ah—“

“So impatient, Mr. Jeon,” you tease as you bring your hand away from him, leaving his swollen cock standing still and firm in the air. You whimper subtly as you imagine what it’d be like to sit on it, having strangers watch you completely just losing yourself on him.

But again, you have other plans.

“We’ll finish this later, for now, work on your patience.”

Scoffing, Jungkook waits for your “just kidding” but after a moment of silence, he realizes you’re serious. And for some reason unbeknownst to him, he likes how much you’ve been teasing him today. First when you bit him, then when you let your finger travel, and now denying him any more of your touch as you tell him to ‘be patient’.

Usually, that’s his job to act that way to you, but ever since today he’s starting to really enjoy the way you take charge.

That won't stop him from fucking you mercilessly again like he did that one time on his desk, though. That version of him will always exist as long as he’s with you.

…And so will the slightly submissive version.

Jungkook wonders if it’s possible he’s a switch, but he’s brought out of his head when he notices you putting your clothes back on.

“Wait—” he stops you. “Can you at least leave it off? You were right, the thought of people seeing you naked is driving me fucking insane.”

Movements halted, you giggle.

“I can see that,” you tease again, prolonging your nod to his crotch as an excuse to just stare. You continue to clench around nothing, almost regretting your decision to not have him pull over.

Jungkook decides to not tuck himself back into his pants just like you remain shirtless, the mere fact and sight of you both being exposed yet not getting the satisfaction of being touched is so beyond exhilarating and his cock twitches almost the entire way to your apartment.

Upon finally making it there is when you both cover up again, and he wonders “what now” given you only asked for a ride home. You notice him not unbuckling his seatbelt, so meeting his eyes with your hand placed on the handle of the car door, you smirk in his direction.

“You should get down too and help me with those notes you promised.”

And Jungkook certainly did not need to be told twice as he eagerly made his way out of the car, arm thrown over your shoulder as you walked together to your apartment.

“Wait, page two and page five are discussing the same exact thing, I think you made an error printing.”

Sat beside you on your sofa, Jungkook has his cheek pressed into his palm as he watches you continue to drown yourself in papers, a laptop on your lap, and glasses that he’s never seen you in before resting on your nose.

He didn’t think you actually wanted to go over the notes.

Still half erect and hornier than ever (all thanks to the car ride here), he manages to push past the feeling as he’s instead preoccupied fondly staring at you in your scholarly element.

“I make errors all the time, I wouldn’t doubt it,” he mumbles, attention not fully reserved on his words.

This draws your attention and looking over at him for the first time since you started working, you catch him gawking.

“What?” You whisper, absentmindedly tapping the side of your laptop. Jungkook recognizes it as a tell, and his smile only grows as he notes you’ve grown shy.

“Nothing, you look cute right now.”

You roll your eyes, used to his games by now. Only now, you know it’s not so much of a 'game'. The gleam in his eyes tells you he really does think that, but the mischief in his tone tells you he’s on a mission to make you blush.

Bringing the laptop off of your lap and onto the coffee table, you give him no warning when you swing a leg over him and straddle him on the narrow sofa, arms wrapping around his neck as you invade his lips.

“Mm, Y/N—“ Jungkook giggles a hum against your lips, hand having found their place on your waist as he tries to pull away. You place two last prolonged pecks before surrendering.

“Hm?”

“You should finish the paper first, it’s due this Friday you know.”

Playfully groaning, you tuck your face into his neck and nuzzle yourself further into his body.

“Well thanks to your error I’m stuck.”

Placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head, his hands wander down to your ass eliciting a seductive giggle from you.

“I’ll help you. The sooner we finish it the sooner we can be bad.” He squeezes your ass for effect, turning his head slightly until his lips meet your ear. “Wanna be bad with me?”

His whisper shoots straight to your core, and you grind against him for a split second— unable to resist.

“Mhm.”

He licks a stripe up the shell of your ear, nibbling just because before reaching over to the best of his abilities and retrieving your laptop from the coffee table. He guides you off of him, placing it in your lap as he rests a hand on your thigh.

“Then let’s hurry up and finish this.”

“Are you concerning over my academic progress, Mr. Jeon?” You ask merely just to see him go red, a laugh releasing from your throat when it works.

“Stop calling me that,” he shakes his head, a shy grin of his own appearing.

“Is ‘daddy’ better?”

You turn away before he could send you a proper glare, both of you trailing into a fit of childish giggles as you begin to type away on your laptop, now more eager than ever to finish your paper.

It’s been a little over an hour and you and Jungkook are now thigh to thigh on the couch, sitting up straight as both of your attention is on the paper you’re writing.

At first, you didn’t need much help, but as soon as you asked him to revise it for you he switched into professor mode and if you’re being completely honest with yourself it’s the hottest thing.

“Your structure is a little too formal, it’s okay to be more casual with it. But make sure not to be vague, that’s a common mistake I see.”

He highlights the portion he’s talking about for you to go back in and fix it before scrolling down a bit more, eyebrows furrowed as he continues reading.

“Everything else looks good, you used a lot of metaphors but I think it helps bring your point to life. Besides the structure issues, I think this would earn you a pretty high score.”

He hands you the laptop back, gathering the scattered notes on the table in an effort to tidy up.

“After you fix it up, I encourage you to refer back to the grading rubric in case I might’ve missed any corrections.”

During his speech, you couldn’t help the dirty thoughts in your mind, his confident instructions and overall authoritative aura doing quite the number on you. Nodding, you try to hide the smirk on your lips, but being the observant person he is, he doesn’t miss it.

“What is it?” He asks through a light chuckle as he continues to place the stack of papers neatly into your bag.

“It’s just handy having a professor as a boyfriend,” you tease. “Not to mention really hot too.”

“Finish your paper,” he scolds you through a laugh, a familiar heat creeping up the back of his neck.

Before you get started, you reach over for the remote to hand him, figuring he wouldn’t want to just sit in silence while you work. But your luck has never been good, so of course, the batteries in it are dead. Jungkook notices your predicament, giggling to himself before offering assistance.

“Want me to get new batteries?”

“There should be some in the bottom drawer of my nightstand beside my bed,” you tell him, slightly embarrassed.

As he heads over to go get them, you take the brief moment of silence to get started on correcting your paper, not noticing when he comes back into the living room. After a minute or so, you sense him standing there, but it’s not until you hear a light vibration-like buzz that you look up— eyes going wide.

“What’s this?” Jungkook asks as he fiddles with the buttons of the device in his hand, the intensity of the vibrations increasing each time he presses something.

“Jungkook!” You yelp, tossing your laptop aside on your couch to rush over to him a few feet away. You snatch the pink object from his hand, an even brighter shade of pink coating your face.

“Where did you find that?”

“Your drawers,” he explains with a shrug, lips in a pout and eyes wide, almost innocent, as he’s genuinely confused as to what the item is and why it’s making you so perplexed.

You don’t even think to explain, but when you walk back over to the couch mumbling “that’s so fucking embarrassing”— he realizes.

You place the sex toy on the coffee table, trying your best to pretend it’s not there and he didn’t just find it, and Jungkook slowly walks up to you and takes his seat on the sofa, his curiosity bigger than ever.

It takes you a moment to fully refocus, rereading the same line a significant amount of times before it clicks in your mind and you start rewriting until you’re carried away into a hypnotic working haze. So much so that you don’t see Jungkook cautiously reaching over to grab the vibrator once again.

Jungkook examines it, somewhat intrigued as he never saw a sex toy before. His ex-wife was pretty vanilla so he’s never had a reason to buy one, but seeing yours and imagining you using it drives his imagination absolutely wild.

His thumb traces over the smaller bead beneath the larger one, wondering how it could possibly be used. A clit stimulator, he wonders? He takes note of the part that surely is meant to go inside of you, and part of him wonders if his tip alone is bigger than it.

He wonders if you pretend it is his tip when you use it, and that idea alone makes him so f—

“Couldn’t help yourself?” You playfully scold him, distracting his building thoughts as you put your laptop aside to fully entertain his curiosity.

He only smirks at your words, continuing to stare at the object.

“Since I helped you with your paper you should help me by teaching me how this works.”

It’s really not that complicated, you think, but it is only fair to return the learning experience. You guide his thumb to the clit stimulator part as you begin to explain.

“The bigger part goes in me, and this part goes against me.”

Jungkook nods in understanding, lip twitching up into a sly smile as he bites the inside of his cheek.

“I still don’t understand… I think I’m gonna need you to demonstrate.”

Expecting an eye roll or even a giggle, Jungkook is shocked to see you stand up, fingertips tucking into the hem of your shorts. Eyes on his, you grin.

“Gladly.”

Having no time to register your words, your shorts and panties are being brought down the length of your legs until you’re stepping out of them and walking over to stand in front of his knees. Jungkook gawks like a teen boy watching a porno for the first time, the vibrator still in his hand as he eyes your exposed sex.

“Is this seat taken?” You ask in regards to his lap, tone humorous but no more than it is seductive. The corners of his mouth twitch in a grin, shocked by your sudden bravery— which is something much different than your usual timidity that he’s used to.

Nodding, he finds himself intrigued to see how far this spur of dominance will go.

“Good,” you bend down to press your lips against his ear, hand finding its way to his chest, fingers reclining down the buttons of his button-down. You place fragile kisses against his cartilage, purposeful shallow breaths trailing directly into his ear as he exhales in response.

“Jagi,” you whisper, tone soft. “Strip for me.”

Any coherent thoughts that Jungkook had, one being a pleasing idea of what it’d be like for you to top him, were completely gone upon your request.

But it was too stern, so make that demand. In awe that you were suddenly demanding him now, he doesn’t try to take control or end it. Why would he? He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t gotten himself off to the mere idea before.

“So bossy,” he makes sure to keep his notorious sexual cockiness intact. You straighten yourself back up to allow him room to do as instructed, and it’s while he’s slowly unbuttoning his top that you realize you’ve never topped someone before.

Sure, you’ve had exes. Well, ex, singular. But you’ve also had flings. And looking back at it, they were all so adamant on keeping their masculinity intact that they always made sure you were underneath them. That they were pleasuring you and not the other way around.

But Jungkook isn’t them. Of course he wants to pleasure you, but he doesn’t depend on being the one in power. In fact, he wants you to use him. To fuck yourself on him like it’s yours. He just wants you.

He’s never tested these waters, but if he were going to let anyone dom him for the first time— it’d be you.

But again, he’ll still manage to keep some dominance of his own intact. It’s in his nature.

“Do I get to use this on you?” Jungkook breaks the moment of silence and it’s only now you realized he’s unbuttoned all of his top with the vibrator still in his hold.

You forgo the idea of using him instead of the toy, but now you can’t help but address the lewd ideas brewing in your mind. Straddling him once more, you undo his zipper.

It’s not until you guide his aching length out of his pants and boxers that you address his question, stealing a peck before answering.

“No. I am.”

Immediately the space between his brows twitch in confusion, intrigued but unsure of what you mean. You elaborate.

“I’m going to use it on you. How’s that sound?”

You can’t help but giggle as his eyes widen a bit, mind straight away going to something he’s not quite sure he’s ready for. Again, you spare his confusion and elaborate.

“Relax, it’s not going to go there.” You grab the pink toy from his hand, pressing it on. “It’s only gonna go here,” you say as you press the vibrating bead to his tip, his harsh gasp overcoming the faint buzz.

“Shit—”

“Yeah? How’s it feel?”

His chest is already heaving and his cock keeps twitching, simultaneously breaking the contact with the toy. You both reach for his shaft at the same time to hold him in place, but he lets you be the one to take hold of him.

Because it’s yours, he thinks. All fucking yours.

“Feels good, really good.”

You grin at his approving words, pressing the object slighter harder against his tip. He lets out an airy whimper, so light that it could pass as a whine or a subtle cry.

And you didn’t think this version of him would affect you this much.

Your core is sticky and hot and Jungkook feels it seeping into the material of his pants that have yet to be taken off completely, and he nudges his thigh beneath you, signaling to grind yourself on it.

As if on cue, you had the same idea, and letting the object travel just a little lower down his swollen cock, you begin to grind your hips. Your small action results in both of you hissing, and the following moans are long and deep.

“Feel like I’m g-gonna cum, jagi, I can’t— fuck.”

Jungkook is clearly in a deeper haze than you, and his hips are bucking as he tries his best not to do that. But you’re not a monster, so you lift the object off of him.

Plus part of you really just can’t hold off riding him any longer. You need him in you.

“Baby?” You ask, tone tame and innocent. Out of breath, he hums for you to continue. “I want you.”

And how badly Jungkook wishes to pathetically tell you he’s yours and to use his cock if that’s what you need. How he’d let you do anything t—

Jungkook stops himself, those thoughts of his catching him completely off guard as he attempts to get ahold of himself. Although it is very true, he considers. So true that he grabs your hips and pulls you harshly off his thigh and into his lap, his cock hard and throbbing against your slit.

With a gasp from you, Jungkook rolls his hips until his tip slips between your folds, your natural lubricant guiding it directly to your clit. And with another gasp, Jungkook smirks.

“So wet already?”

“So close already?” You shoot back, the same dark spark in both of your eyes. You watch your reflection through his eager gaze, unsure if you’re patient enough to banter with him in such needy state.

And in the midst of contemplating whether or not to test your teasing capabilities and make him wait to feel you, he’s already grabbing his shaft and aligning himself to your entrance, free hand slamming your hips down onto him— no easing whatsoever.

“You’re a bit bold today,” he speaks through a lost breath as you nearly scream at the impact, already feeling him so deep and it hasn’t even been a second.

He doesn’t go so far as to repeat the harsh movement, and he instead stays still as he gives you a moment to get used to his length bottomed out in you. You shift a bit to get comfortable, but when his tip hits a certain spot inside of you you’re wincing again and he brings a comforting hand to the back of your head.

“C’mon baby, you can take it,” he whispers, hand slowly petting at your hair. “Take my dick, baby, be good for me.”

His words send an exhilarating chill down your back and it also encourages you to start moving your hips up his length, very slowly dragging back down.

“Fuck,” you whisper, short of breath as his hands start to make their way to the bottom hem of your shirt. Your movements are cautious and precise, and you feel you’re almost ready to ride his full length.

Once you bottom him out again, he gathers the material of your shirt and lifts it up and off of you, carelessly throwing it onto the floor as his hands go straight to your mounds, delicately massaging as you rise all the way up to his tip, easing back down until you feel his hips against you. You both gasp, him a little louder as he didn’t expect you to ease up so soon, and he continues to toy with your nipples in exchange.

“So fucking big,” you whisper in a slurred tone, jaw going agape upon rising and crashing down on him again.

Jungkook smirks at your comment, bucking his hips a little in an effort to put in some work.

“And it’s all for you.”

Jungkook is so close to near that he probably shouldn’t be speaking so soon as it’s predictable he’ll finish first, but his words are what’s encouraging you to ride more than you can take, feeling his tip in what feels like your stomach.

You increase your pace, chasing your high as Jungkook tries to resist his.

“Keep talking, Gukkie, love when you— fuck,” you cut your sentence short, far too distracted by the feeling of him absolutely destroying you. Jungkook understood nonetheless, both hands going to your hips as he guides your pace to go even faster.

“Love when I talk about how my cock is yours?” He asks in regards to your cut-off sentence. “So fucking slutty, jagi, only sluts like hearing that.”

Your moans have shifted into lengthy cries and whimpers, your thighs beginning to burn from slapping against his. He doesn’t let you slow down.

You manage to whimper out an “mhm” before tossing your head back.

“Yeah? Tell me you’re a slut, baby.”

“I’m a—“

He halts your words as a hand harshly grabs your jaw, directing you to face him.

“Look me in the eyes when you speak to me.”

You gulp, his stern tone accompanied by the feeling of his cock bringing you closer and closer sends a cold sweat down your back, and you frantically nod in obedience, afraid that if you don’t he’ll stop.

“I’m a slut,” you whimper with a broken voice, eyes welling as it’s all becoming too fucking much.

But you can’t cum yet, you tell yourself. It feels too good to end so soon.

“Then ride my dick like the slut that you are,” he speaks in a contradicting soft tone, eyes occasionally flicking shut as the temptation of releasing becomes more and more enticing.

You follow as told, grinding your hips as he guides you to bounce on his lap, hitting that spot with each thrust. You both turn into a mess of mumbled profanities and lengthy cries, but neither of you gives in to cumming yet.

“Tell me I’m the only one,” he starts, drawing your attention. You can hardly see him clearly as you're moving too fast on him, but you’re able to make out his deep, dark eyes. “Tell me I'm the only one who can make you feel like this.”

His words yet again travel straight to your core, adding to the already overwhelming pleasure and Jungkook can feel you convulsing around him. You nod again, frantic and eager.

“Y-you’re the only one,” you mumble inaudibly, yet it’s enough for him to make out what it is you’re saying. “I only want you.”

Just like you, Jungkook also seeks pleasure from your incoherent words. You feel him twitch inside of you, causing yet another convulsion, and for a split second you feel your high creeping up on you but you fight it.

“Your ex-boyfriends couldn’t fuck you like this, huh? Couldn’t make you fall apart like this?”

His questions are rhetorical at this point given it’s obvious he’s right. He’s much older than anyone you’ve been with and much bigger and better and fuck— you’re so close.

You figure you might as well finish with a bang, so fiercely and courageously, you decide to test him.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” you tease. “I can probably cum harder with just my toy alone.”

You both know that’s not true. And it’s almost as if Jungkook wants to prove that it’s not as his hand goes to pick up said toy, clicking it on and pressing it hard against your clit as he stops your hips from moving, swiftly guiding himself out of you before holding you still against him.

“Ah—”

“Yeah? Since you’re so tough, cum from the toy alone. You don’t need my dick.”

You whine in protest, trying to move your hips to find his tip but his hold on you is much stronger than you are. You pout in defeat, regretting your words as the toy isn’t giving you nearly as much satisfaction as his cock does.

“Please,” you beg. “I’m sorry.”

Jungkook lets out a sadistic chuckle, chest rumbling beneath you as he torturously moves the toy away from your clit, giving you no friction whatsoever.

“Now you’re sorry?”

You nod, pathetically.

“Are you gonna behave while I fuck you?”

You haven’t stopped nodding, wanting nothing more but to feel him again.

“Please.”

With one last plead, Jungkook himself couldn’t bare not feeling you and he releases his grip on your hips as he takes hold of his swollen and sensitive shaft, guiding himself back into your entrance— toy still being held securely against your clit.

You let out a long sigh of relief, picking up where you left off and riding him hard and fast until he’s grunting mercilessly beneath you.

“I’m so close, baby,” he tells you, tone much softer than it was a minute ago. His head is lolled back, neck on full display.

The sight of his Adam's apple bobbing at each moan is a sight you can stare at forever, and when Jungkook pries his eyes open to peak at you he catches you looking.

And with a bold idea, he takes your smaller hand in his, guiding it to his throat.

“You can choke me, baby,” he encourages, his hand that’s on top of yours applying pressure. “Go on, I want you to choke me.”

You gulp, a habit you picked up just tonight, and you apply your own pressure to his neck. He immediately lets out a soft whimper, eyes glazing over in a spark you’re too familiar with.

The sight plus his massive length penetrating you so filthily sends your mind into a lewd overload, and you feel as your high starts to build.

But Jungkook doesn’t let you close your eyes.

Hand coming back into contact with your cheek, he guides you to stare directly into his, jaw clenched as he grunts through his next words.

“Eyes on me,” he pants, his own high approaching.

You pick up your pace, eyes deep on his like you’re pleading to just cum. He nods in encouragement, moans coming out frantic and needy.

“Fuck, mhm just like that, fuck.”

His tone is what brings you to the edge, but it’s his next words that make you fall.

“See how much I love it? Look into my eyes while you cum, baby. Fuck, cum all over my cock—“

Your chest heaves heavily as all your senses go blank and you're falling into that pool of euphoria as he continues to chase his high, hands on your hips not letting you catch a break. He does however toss the toy aside, sparing your clit the torture.

“T-too much, Gukkie, ah—”

“Shh, you can handle it baby, just a f-few more strokes.”

You bury your face into his neck as you try your best to endure the overstimulation, and it’s your continuous convulsions that send Jungkook into the same bone-numbing pool.

He cusses out a number of profanities as you feel his warm release shooting deep inside of you, and it’s a lot. He wraps his arms around your back, holding you tight against him as his high fades gradually and he comes back to reality.

“Oh my god,” he pants into your hair, your face still tucked into his neck as you try to grasp a hold of your senses.

You’ve never been fucked like that, and now that you have, you don’t think you can ever settle for less.

“Did so good for me,” he whispers as he places a soft kiss on the top of your head, stroking your bare back with his clammy hand, feeling your own sweat as well.

You don’t move for a moment, feeling paralyzed in his arms. You don’t want to part from his body contact just yet, and he allows you to stay there until his eyes fall shut and you’re synchronized breathing as well as the exhaustion sends you both into a heavy rest.

And your dreams certainly do not fail you as it replays what just happened, the feeling of lust and security still lingering in the air.

The subtle hum of someone talking is what wakes you up, and you check your surroundings to discover Jungkook isn’t in sight.

You’re able to make out that you’re in your bed, a button-down covering your bare body. This tells you he hasn’t left yet, so while rubbing your tired eyes you head out of your room. You take note to check the clock on your nightstand in passing, seeing how it’s two in the morning now.

You’re once again met with the vague mumble of talking, walking closer to the noise until you spot Jungkook in the kitchen, phone against his ear.

“You know I can’t do that,” he speaks in a hushed tone against the phone, not having heard your footsteps approach. “I’m not going to just leave her to go to you.”

Your brows immediately furrow and your heartbeat begins to increase, not knowing whether to make your presence known or continue to eavesdrop.

But he is in your house being secretive on the phone, so you can be secretive as well, you think.

“Listen, please just go to bed. We can talk about this tomo—“ He halts his words, presumably interrupted. “Ness, come on.”

Ness? What you’ve learned so far is that he’s on a nickname basis with his ex-wife, apparently is wanted by her right now, and has something to discuss with her tomorrow. You clear your throat, far too scared to discover anything more.

Jungkook jolts in startle before twisting to face you, eyes wide as he slowly pulls the phone from his ear.

“I’ve got to go,” he speaks monotonously before pressing the hangup button, and it only takes seconds before his phone is ringing again. He silences it, tucking the device into his pocket.

“Y/N—”

“What was that?” You ask, cautious. Your tone isn’t accusing or angry, but your heart certainly is. Jungkook walks up to you, but you back away.

“That was Nessa— my wife.”

“Wife?”

He immediately scrunches his face, shaking his head as he backtracks.

“Ex-wife, I meant. She was calling because—” You look down, unable to look at him with coldness in your eyes. He halts his words upon it.

“Don’t lie, Jungkook,” you warn before he continues, not knowing what to feel after he just accidentally referred to his ex-wife as his wife.

Jungkook knows how bad this looks, he knows how idiotic he is for mistaking such an unmistakable term. But he doesn’t know what to say. He won’t lie to you. He couldn’t. But he fears the truth is something you won’t want to hear.

“She wants me to go over there.”

Your body goes tense, your heart stops for what feels like a full minute, and it takes everything in you to ask the follow-up question. Eyes glancing back up to his, you try to keep your voice steady.

“And do you plan to go?”

His eyes shamefully dart to the ground, and you can feel your heart strain, a feeling you never thought you’d feel with him washing over every cell in your body.

Betrayal.

You don’t let him respond— you don’t need him to verbally confirm it. With a scoff, you instead turn around and head back over to your bed.

“You know where the door is,” you mumble as the first tear slips down your face, anticipating his leave so that you can let it all out in private.

However, his footsteps get louder and a hand is tugging on your wrist before you can even make it out of the kitchen.

“She said it has to do with Dahlia, so I kind of have t—“

“And you believe her?” You turn around, disbelief coating your aura. “It doesn’t take a genius to see what she’s doing, you’re better than that to let her fool you Jungkook.”

You’ve never put much thought into the kind of person his ex could be, but after today you’ve collected all the essential pieces needed to figure out she’s not a very good one. Jungkook told you before that she’s toxic and manipulative, and you can see how he was right.

And you won’t let her break you two apart, but there’s nothing you can do if Jungkook just allows her to.

“I know what she wants, but if I don’t go over there she’ll try to—”

“Try to what? Break up with you?”

Jungkook is taken aback by your accusation, brows knitting together as he tries to register what you just said.

“Y/N, what are you talking about? We’re divor—”

“Just so you know, it’s not common for a divorced man to call his ex-wife his wife.”

Jungkook knew you wouldn’t let that slide so easily, and he feels his heart start to beat faster, louder, as he tries his absolute best to fix this.

“I didn’t mean to say that, it’s late and my mind isn’t where it’s supposed to be right now, just—”He takes a moment to breathe, hand coming up to rub at his temple. “Can you please just trust me?”

Trust him? You scoff at the words as soon as they leave his mouth. You love him, you know you do, but you don’t love him enough to let him play this game with you.

“Even if I did, you expect me to what? Be okay with you sleeping with your ex?”

“Who said I'm sleeping with her?” His tone is confused but soft as he’s trying his best to make everything make sense to the both of you and remain some sort of calmness.

“She’s calling you to come over at two in the morning, Jungkook. What else would she want?”

He sighs, his heartbeat having made its way to his head and he feels it ringing in his ears as he takes a hesitant step towards you. You allow it, only because you know he’s persistent.

“Listen,” he tries again, this time taking your hands in his. “Earlier she—” he takes his eyes off of yours before he continues, taking a quick deep breath.

“Earlier she threatened to file for custody, and I know she’s only bluffing, but—”

“But you can’t risk it,” you finish his sentence, the realization settling in. Your straining heart stops for a moment as you start to piece together what’s going on.

You earn his eye contact once again.

“Exactly,” he breathes out, relieved you understand. “I’m just worried that if I piss her off, which would most likely happen if she finds out I told her no because I’m with you, she’ll actually go forth with it. And not to sound so dramatic but I can’t even imagine a world where I don’t get to see Dahl—“

His voice began to break, so you softly cut him off with a “hey” followed by a hand cupping his cheek.

“I get it,” you decide to comfort him. “And despite how fucked up that is, I can see why you’d want to go there right now.”

He places a hand over yours on his cheek, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. You feel a tear drip against your hand, and you stroke the area beneath his eye.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers with almost no volume, voice still breaking. Your heart strains even harder, this time for a different reason.

“It’s not your fault. I’m sorry you have to deal with that.”

And you truly are. It’s not every day you find out that your boyfriend’s baby mama is blackmailing him in the cruelest way possible, threatening to take his own daughter away if he does anything to piss her off, which includes seeing you.

Plus if she finds out exactly how, or more specifically, where you and Jungkook met, she could easily use that as a reason to win full custody.

And you don’t really know what this means for you two now, and as much as you really don’t want to say her vile plan worked, you’re afraid you have no other choice here.

“Jungkook,” you whisper as tears of your own begin to fall. “What are we even doing, then?”

Those are the words he could have gone without hearing right now, and his heart just about breaks when he realizes his answer.

He doesn’t know either.

It was easy to love you. It was easy to agree to a relationship with you. But now that everything is said and done, the reality is kicking in harder than ever. He doesn’t really know exactly why he thought this would work in the first place, and he absolutely hates himself for convincing you that it would.

Because despite this situation he’s in with his ex, there are still so many other things wrong with dating you.

He’s a dad. And he’s tried not to think about that in a bad light, but how could he not? You’re so young, he thinks. Way too young to settle down with someone who’s been married and has a kid. He can’t do that to you. It just wouldn’t be right.

And you’re also still in college. Sure, you’re graduating in about two weeks from now, but you’ve yet to even start a career.

You’ve yet to live.

Jungkook wants you to experience life with men your age. And as fucked up as it sounds, he wants you to date other people and get your heart broken and move on, because that’s life. That’s what young people are supposed to do.

They’re not supposed to settle down with their thirty-year-old professor that they decided to fuck one time in class. Because that should have only been a one-time experience. A rebellious college story that you tell your friends about in the future. It shouldn’t have led to this.

Jungkook obviously doesn’t want to leave you, doesn’t want you to leave him, but if he were smart, and if he truly loves you like he says he does, he’d let you go.

And you know all of that too. You’ve told it to yourself more times than you can count but you’ve pushed it away each time. And you can’t pull the naive card forever. Sooner or later you’re going to have to wake up and realize how different your lives are and how this relationship just can’t work. It was never destined to.

This situation he’s in with his ex is a wake-up call, you think. And you won’t allow yourself to be the reason he loses custody over his daughter. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if that happens.

As if you both were speaking your thoughts out loud, he instinctively clutches you tight in his arms seconds before you break out into a sob against his chest.

You’ve felt heartbreak before, but this is the first time you realized you loved something you just can’t have. And that feeling is soul-crushing.

“Please don’t cry,” Jungkook whispers against your head, his throat burning as he tries to stay tough for you. He can’t have you both breaking down, that would only make this hurt more.

Jungkook has never seen you sob before, hardly has seen you cry, and on this new train of thought, Jungkook realizes he barely knows much about you.

He doesn’t know what’s gone on in your life before you met him. Doesn’t even know your birthday. All he knows is your sexual preferences and the ways to your heart.

And he hates that he let himself end up there.

Jungkook isn’t confident he’ll find another person like you probably ever, and he’d ask you to wait for him but he knows how absurd that’d be. He’ll just have to learn to be content alone again. He’s done it before. At least he has Dahlia to keep from rotting away completely.

But he doesn’t know how he’s going to adjust to a life without you after experiencing what it was like to have you in it. It’s going to hurt. And it’s going to take ages to recover from. So that’s why he should end it now. Save yourselves from any more intense pain in the future.

“Baby,” he whispers against you. The word makes your sobs increase, and you pray that he doesn’t say what you fear needs to be said.

“No,” you cry in an attempt to stop him, not knowing what else to say.

You can’t bear hearing him say the words. It wasn’t supposed to end so soon, you think. You’re not ready for life without him.

“Please don’t make this hard,” he caves into the temptation of tears, body trembling as he holds you in his shaky arms.

“We can find a way,” you straighten up from his hold, eyes wide and hopeful. You look insane, standing there panicking and begging him to stay. But you both know that can’t happen.

Jungkook feels worse than he did when he and Nessa ended things, and he realizes he’s never fallen so hard for someone as he has for you.

“I love you.”

The words were sudden, and you yourself didn’t think they’d actually leave your lips. Jungkook’s cries halt as he processes, and you frantically dart your eyes between his as you wait for a response. Any response.

I. Love. You. It sounds entirely different than it did in your head, and the meaning is even stronger when spoken verbally. And as you listened to yourself confess it, you realized just how true it is.

And Jungkook realizes too.

For lack of a better analogy, Jungkook feels as if he’s on a circular race track, your words being what makes him loop right back to his initial thought.

He can’t leave you.

“I love you too.”

And confessing such words back, they taste refreshing as they pass his lips. It feels like a mountain has been lifted off of his shoulders, and now with the L word out in the open, Jungkook realizes it’s going to take much more than his petty ex to end things with you.

Love is in the air, and hope is what you’ll both continue to hold onto.

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a/n: i swear i am dizzy from how much whiplash writing this gave me… but HOLY SHIT?!?! they’re both whipped and are NOT letting little miss nessa tear them down anytime soon🙅🏻‍♀️🫶 ps: this is a HAPPY ENDING YALL… headcanon them falling back asleep in the same bed 😚🫂

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Teacher’s Pet | JJK (1)

—chapter one: daydreams and beginnings

♡ ⟶series summary: Hooking up every so often with your English Literature professor, what's the worst that can happen? Falling in love, perhaps.

♡ ⟶pairing: professor/dilf!jungkook x student!reader

♡ ⟶genre: illicit/forbidden relationship au, college!au, sneaky link to lovers, age gap, smut

♡ ⟶word count: 5.1k

♡ ⟶chapter contains: dom!jk, bratty sub!oc, lecture hall sex, oral sex (f rec.), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (mentions of taking morning-after pill), jk hasn’t had sex in a minute so he fucks oc like his life depends on it, humiliation & degrading kink, oh and mentions of romeo and juliet being sneaky links?

♡ ⟶chapter summary: Romeo and Juliet weren't the only ones risking it all for a forbidden fuck. Your professor finally decides, after an entire semester, to address the blatant heart eyes you've always had for one another when you stay after class. With the semester wrapping up, Jungkook realized it was now or never.

this is part 1 of my new teachers pet series, but can be read as a stand-alone

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You swear you did not rationally, or even consciously, doodle a heart on your paper like a ten-year-old girl with a crush. You refuse to believe it. However, with the way Mr. Jeon keeps pacing back and forth, bottom lip between his teeth for the split second that he allows his eyes to meet yours during his lecture, your mind couldn’t care less about the damn doodled heart.

You’re not ashamed or scared to get caught gawking, one reason being that you've already been caught. Many times, actually. So what’s one more?

The other reason is that he does it often and oh so casually too. Mr. Jeon wasn’t going to pretend like he didn't notice you sitting there every week with your teeth nibbling at the end of your pencil, thighs squeezed shut with a resting, subtle pout on your plump lips. He wasn't going to act oblivious to that look in your eyes either, he was able to quickly pinpoint that certain look, that plead, the day he first saw it.

It’s been two months since you got transferred into his second semester English Lit class, and fuck were you grateful for your other professor's sudden leave.

Though he'll never admit it, he's just as grateful.

Two full months of him eye-fucking you— or you eye-fucking him (hard to tell)— and trying his absolute best not to let his curiosity lead him to wonder how utterly drenched you potentially were in your chair, actively trying his best to prevent the possible blood flow to his crotch. A mid-lecture boner would be a disaster, he reminds himself frequently.

“Your assignment for this week should be fairly easy, it’s your final analysis. I want you to pick a classic literary piece and analyze one of the less-talked-about thoughts, ideas, or events in it that can or do contribute to the original meaning of the said literary piece.”

You've picked up on this one habit of his, which is how he adamantly avoids glancing in your direction when he speaks— because your reaction to just his voice alone?... It's enough to make him weak in the knees. Again, he can't be in that state mid-lecture. Horrible.

His pacing comes to a halt when he takes a seat behind his desk and on his desk chair, and you truly can't resist sparing a quick look at his man-spread thighs. His toned, thick thighs that are now straining against the hard-working material of his chinos. You can't resist imagining what it would feel like to pleasure yourself against those thighs, the way it would feel if he tensed the muscle beneath you. You can't resist imagining how his toned, tattooed arm would contrast so sexily against the soft, delicate skin of your back, holding you flush against him as you moved your hips. The words of encouragement that would slip past his lips. God.

"If no one has any further questions that should be it. Format the analysis how you usually would, grading rubrics and the deadline date will be emailed to each of you by tonight."

His words are only a vague mumble to you and you don't doubt that you probably look like one of those exaggerated head-over-heels cartoon characters right now. Cute, but beyond embarrassing when you're not aware that you're the only one still seated, half the room already having piled out the door.

Luckily, you were self-aware a few minutes ago when he explained the assignment, and with the way he was now watching you intently, wondering if you were going to just sit there forever or finally initiate the first move given that he would never bring himself to, you impulsively walk over to his desk after strategically deciding to 'discuss the assignment further' as a poor excuse to talk to him.

"Ms. Y/L/N." His tone was of faux shock yet casual, playful almost. It's too soon for him to be certain about you're main objective, but the second you approach his desk- the new, thick and suffocating air is indisputable.

"I have an idea for the assignment, but I want to run it by you first... get a second opinion before I start."

He nods his chin upwards in a gesture for you to continue, and with the way his eyes are even darker up close, you can't help but internally shudder.

"So I'm choosing Romeo and Juliet, basic, I know, but -" you cut yourself off when the loud click of the door's automatic lock echos throughout the lecture hall, the heavy wooden door now sealed shut and acting as a barrier that's shielding you and him from the scrambling students who were now gone. His eyes flick to the door, then right back to yours, and the air gets even more suffocating.

"- you know how their love is considered to be like... undeniable?" Your voice was more of a timid whisper and he rolls his tongue inside of his cheek and does that hot nod thing again and you just know that your panties are done for by now.

"Well, I don't doubt that it was undeniable, but I do doubt that it was love at first sight. Romeo definitely had a thing for her, but 'love' wasn't what originally drove him to do the unimaginable. It was lust."

He looks as if he wants to laugh, but he won't. He wouldn't. Humored, though, he acknowledges your theory.

"And how do you think that contributes to the overall message?"

You brace yourself for your first bold statement of this encounter, adverting your eyes to glance over the organized piles of papers in front of you while speaking.

"Well, the overall message is what true love can look like, but what if it's what true lust can look like. It makes sense, to me at least... but I'm sure you can understand that concept just as well."

He straightens his once slouched position, his elbows propping against the surface, his chin dangerously close to your chest. His forehead wrinkles the slightest bit as he stares up at you from the somewhat awkward position, a dark spark hidden just beyond each pupil.

"So you think it was a sexual desire that drove them to do the unimaginable?"

Whether it was his words or his proximity, you can't take back that small, struggled whimper that left your throat. He can't take back the sudden blow flow to his dick either.

"Humans tend to let their sexual charges get the best of them, it’s nature." It was his turn to get flustered by your words, all of the "what if's" he's ever fantasized about you clouding his mind completely, leaving his body to selfishly betray his own thought-over morals, eager to indulge in you while he has the chance. It is your graduation month after all.

Jungkook knows this is something he will never be able to take back. He knows that this is crazy, absurd, against his contract's code of conduct, and just downright wrong. But he also knows that you're an adult- a young one at that, but still an adult. However, he's also aware that you're impressionable, so that's exactly why he'll let you be the one to choose what happens. He'll only do what you want to do, the desire is strong but nowhere near greedy enough to take advantage.

He's prepared for you to second guess, and when you do, he won't try to convince you to stay.

Fuck him or don't, it'll be that sexual desire of his that lead him to willingly want to do the unimaginable with you in the first place. Well, desire and the fact that his current personal life hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows lately either. He's been stressed and in immense need of a good distraction, so an old-fashioned quick-fuck is not so bad of an idea.

The more the pros outweigh the cons, the more that want overtakes and he's realizing how badly he needs this. He needs you right now more than ever.

"If you want it, it's yours."

You certainly did not have to tell him twice, his actions being supernaturally fast as he gets up to stand to flush against your standing body, large hands settling on your waist, your heartbeat no longer being able to keep up a subtle rhythm and you know he can feel it booming against his own chest because you are close enough to feel him against you.

In the midst of a gasp, he places a much-needed kiss on the set of lips that he was never able to resist thinking about— coming to find out you exceed his expectations. He sucks, bites, and swipes his tongue over your bottom lip, hips instinctively grinding for friction.

And you? You're a mess.

He already has you moaning, and you can't tell whether it's from pleasure or it's your way of pleading— but both make sense. Your knees feel like jello and your pussy is throbbing underneath your drenched, hopeless panties. The taste of his mouth is something you never want to part with, and the feel of his needy bulge using your body for relief is something you're still having trouble wrapping your head around.

"You wanted this so badly, huh? Daydreamed about moments like this?"

Your cheeks flush pink at the fact that he's correct. Not that you didn't suspect he already had a gist of what you think about when he's teaching his lectures, but you're still embarrassed hearing him confirm it.

He brings one hand from your waist to hook a finger beneath your chin, guiding you to face him. "Tell me one of your favorites."

Your brows furrow in confusion, not understanding what he means. Before your parted lips could move to speak, he elaborates. "Walk me through one of your favorite fantasies you've had... Tell me what you visualized me doing to you."

Your pussy was abused without even being touched yet. His words traveled straight to a knot in your lower stomach, causing a wave-like sensation to wash over you, settling at your entrance.

"Fuck." Was all you were capable of letting out, too much in a haze to form a coherent answer. You want to relieve this painful tension, but he's taking his time.

"The faster you walk me through it, the faster I'll do it."

"I would think about you naked, a lot, your hands all over me, fucking me so hard 'til I feel numb. I thought about my mouth around you, the things you'd call me."

His cock twitched at each confession, especially that last one.

"Yeah? And what did I call you?"

"A slut... a behaved slut."

The deep bass of his voice followed his sadistic chuckle, accompanied by his cock pressing even harder against you, making you whine as the sensation cascades over you more intense than before. "Is that true? Are you a slut?"

The residue of his chuckle is in the form of a smirk, eyebrows raised as he intently waits for your answer. "That's for you to decide... you'll have to find out on your own."

They weren't the words he expected, but he was beyond satisfied with doing just that. Finding out. Not without milking the temptation out further, of course.

"What about behaved? Do you behave?"

"Only when I want to."

He keeps his playfulness intact even when he forcefully wraps a hand around your throat. His grip contradicts his light, kind smile significantly. You gasp at the suddenness of it all.

"Uh oh... Looks like I'm going to have a rough time." He guides you by the throat to walk backward, crotch still pressed against you when your ass shoves against the edge of his desk. "But if you are a behaved slut for me, we can both have a good, rough time."

You understand his implication far too well, and if your pussy wasn't convulsing around nothing, you might've just pressed your stubbornness further.

Your eyebrows crease in pity from his dominance winning but his proposition was something you really needed, and he sees the eager agreement on your face. He notes your willingness to comply, and the strong grip on your neck tames down as he rejoins your lips, slowly.

Humming as his tongue teasingly trails up along yours, you cautiously bring your open hand flat to his chest, feeling out the muscular ridges you would always see a faint imprint of even from afar.

“Get on the desk.”

His voice was more of a murmur but the faint undertone of unmistakable authority was more than prominent. Following his breathless request, you use both hands to grip the edge of the desk, pushing yourself up to set your ass on its surface.

Even though your legs are spread only the slightest, he could still fit in between if he wanted to. However, he’s not coming closer like you assumed he would. Amused, he stands one foot away from your waiting core.

“Look at you, sitting on my desk making a mess of yourself.”

He’s not wrong. Before him lies an image of your breathless body panting almost hysterically, a facial expression so lewd as you wait to just feel something, anything against you. All while being completely oblivious of you're unhinged, yearning state.

His words snap you back into your right mind, a large gulp took to help stabilize your heavy breathing.

"Please."

As if his smile couldn't have grown any eviler, he places a finger to your lips, inching closer but not letting your clothed core meet his bulge.

"Please touch you?" He doesn't give you a chance to speak, his free hand having crept up unnoticed, landing his middle fingertip on your soaked core. Despite it being covered by two layers of material, you’re soaked enough for it be felt through both. "Touch this wet pussy of yours?"

You let out a whiney groan to show how excruciating his temptation is, all in hopes he just might cave in.

His finger trails up to the side of your pant's waistband, his other hand falling from your lips to join the opposite side. Hooking his four digits into the material of the fabric on both sides, the tops of his fingers against your bare skin as he roughly yanks your pants and panties down in one swift movement, his biceps tensing, leaving them bunched up at your knees before slowly pulling them off completely.

He stares at the picture he created, the picture he unveiled, and relishes in the way your delicate, plump pussy looks on top of his desk. This new sight was enough to make him needy. His own tortuous temptation catches up to him as he finds himself magnetically closing in the space between your pussy and his bulge.

You stare down at the contact only for half a second before a familiar hand is grasping at your neck and your lips are directed and then captured between his.

Testing the waters, you grind subtly against him.

Whimpering into his mouth, you realize how worked up you truly are after him taking his sweet time, and the friction from rubbing against his covered bulge alone is something you can see yourself cumming from.

And from the way he’s breathing shallowing against the kiss, chest rising just to crash back down, you know he’s worked up too.

“Please… Fuck me.”

You stop your grinding when he ignores you, knowing that he wasn’t moving his hips anyway. He was letting you be the one to create that friction because he knows he’s too hard to do it back. Just like you, cumming from friction alone wasn’t a far stretch in his mind.

Upon your stopping, he breaks the kiss, the sloppy, hopeless kiss, and puts some distance between your bodies again.

You watch as he debates something in his head, noticing how his eyes narrow upon having made a decision, and before you can even question him, he’s walking over to the opposite side of the desk and grabbing hold of his desk chair. You instinctively grind against nothing as you watch him roll the chair over, parking it right in front of you.

The chair was low enough that if he sat in it, his mouth would be leveled with your core, and he would be able to—

You gasp in partial realization of his plan and partial excitement.

Doing as expected, he sits on the chair, rolling himself closer and closer until you bite down on your lip from the feeling of his warm breath directly against you.

He pauses, eyes up on you. You realize he’s stopped, so you look down and are caught in his gaze, a microscopic smirk on his face as he speaks.

“This is just foreplay, don’t even think about cumming.”

You feel yourself convulse at his words, at his implication that he’s going to fuck you but not without performing oral first. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you are.

“So what if I do? Are you gonna fail me, Mr. Jeon?”

You couldn’t help yourself. And you really wish you could have when you feel his tongue slip past your slit, completely skipping over easing you into the sensation and instead rapidly flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud until your moans transform into something of a scream.

“Slower, you have to go— Fuck! Slower.”

He chuckles against you, hands engulfing your inner thighs and squeezing the plushness of each one to his liking. His hands are strong and his grip is tight and you know you’re going to have bruising all over the areas he’s mindlessly toying with.

“Don’t call me ‘Mr. Jeon’, it’s Jungkook… And if you want to cum, you’ll drop that attitude of yours. Haven’t you been taught manners?”

His short break to speak was enough for you to miss his tongue, even though it was too fast for you to handle, and you whine as you push yourself against his lips to shut him up and get more.

He smiles against you, licking a stripe up your slit once, originally planning to pull back but something about how you tasted was too enticing to do such. Instead, he indulges deeper. Hungrier. And this time it’s not just his tongue flicking over you, but his whole mouth swallowing and exploring every part of your pussy.

His bottom lip starts at your entrance, top lip at your clit, and he closes them in to meet, all while his tongue is busy exploring the space in between. He repeats that until he discovers the way your tight hole feels around his tongue. Until he finds out how your pussy contracts when he licks your clit with the flat of his tongue. And you repeat your moans, the chants of his name, the wave in your stomach that’s building and building each passing second until you can’t take it anymore.

“Mm m’gonna cum if you don’t stop soon.”

You tried your best to sound normal, but your voice was two octaves too high and your breathing threw off any chances of sounding remotely close to nonchalant or ‘normal’.

He really doesn’t want to stop, but he can’t have you cumming. Not yet.

Pulling away, at a loss of breath himself, he stares up at you, his lips swollen and glossed with your juices, eyes trance-like.

You stare back with the same needy gleam, and for the first time he gives in to your wordless plead, his hands making their way to his belt.

You watch as he fiddles with the pesky belt buckle, eagerly yanks the zipper of his pants down, and pulls both his briefs and pants to rest on his mid-thighs. You watch as his length, the one you were right about in your daydreams, springs up sternly against his lower stomach, holding an angry tinge of red. You watch as he uses his thumb to spread the thick bead of precum that balanced along his slit. You watched, but more importantly, you craved. So fucking badly.

And so did he.

Standing up, he notes how you’re too out of breath to maintain a proper kiss, so he settles on the skin of your jaw, biting, sucking, licking, pecking, all while he slowly strokes himself, his shaft angled just above your vulva.

Just as he parts his lips from your jaw, you spread your legs a little wider, angling them up just the slightest until Jungkook’s eyes squint in thought.

“What?” You breathily ask.

He glances back over his shoulder for whatever reason before looking down at his cock that was just about to finally enter you.

“It’s just that I didn't take note to bring condoms with me to work today.”

You try not to but still inevitably laugh at his sarcasm, slowly beginning to like his humor just a little bit. But then your faced with the predicament at hand, saying the first solution that comes to mind because you’re still aching down there.

“It’s fine, I’ll take the pill when I get home.”

His eyes dart back and forth between yours, an ‘are you serious?’ expression that soon blends into an ‘oh you are serious’ expression. You nod at his hesitance and contemplation, encouraging him to continue.

‘Humans tend to let their sexual charges get the best of them, it’s nature.’ Jungkook remembers the words that lead to this, and he realizes how accurate they are as he is getting ready to fuck his student raw on top of his desk, in the room that was jam-packed with people only moments ago.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

You don’t have time to speak in regards to Jungkook’s words of …unwanted disbelief? as he contradicts himself by easing his tip into your slicked-up hole. Any words you were planning on saying were gone just like that as your mouth stayed agape, pussy stretching around him as he pushed in slowly, taking it inch by inch.

You felt yourself suffocating each ridge and vein on his cock, his girth pulsating the deeper he went and the tighter you squeezed him. His lips are parted as he lets out occasional, deep grunts of pleasure mixed with concentration.

He was just over halfway in when you felt full. You imagined him to be this big, but fuck was he big. It’s like your fantasies have been intensified, enhanced, if you will. You’re not complaining, but you are wincing.

“Is that too much? I don’t have to bottom out if you can’t take—”

“Go all the way. It’s fine.”

He looks up at you at your all too confident request, eyes lighting up in a small smirk before biting his lip and doing as told.

You really wish you have a better analogy for the feeling of him bottoming out in you that isn’t something so absurd and far stretched- but it really does feel like you are floating on the clouds.

He’s so fucking big.

Perhaps you are in the clouds, his dick being your cause of death. But when he pulls back halfway and softly caresses your cheek, you're brought straight back to earth.

“Are you crying?”

Are you? You come to find out he’s only detecting the obvious as you feel a wet drop slipping down your face. You are in fact crying and you suddenly want to bury yourself alive with the embarrassment.

“Crying cause my cock?” He’s not even trying to sound seductive, and with the way his tone comes off as mocking, it’s almost as if he’s trying to humiliate you. “So pathetic, Y/N.”

You don’t know how to react, but it’s not like you even have time to as he drills himself back into you even harsher than before, forearms securely holding your thighs around his waist.

“Fucking hell.” He gasps out, his hips at an inhumane pace.

Your eyes are sealed shut, hands fisted on top of the desk's surface, mouth agape as it’s too overwhelming to make a sound.

You wish you had it in you to speak, or breathe, but you’re completely frozen in the feeling of his cock pounding into your done-for pussy.

“Jungkook…” Your voice is almost gone despite how little of it you’ve been using. “Faster.”

Your words betray you, but also lead to rewarding you with what you subconsciously wanted.

His hips pick up, and you didn’t think that would even be possible. Perhaps that’s half the reason why you said it in the first place; because you thought there’s no way you could get it. However, his speed increases and the empty room is filled with vulgar noises.

“So you are a behaved slut… taking my cock so well.” He groans his words as he pounds in and out of you and you’re too dizzy to note that he called you the pet name you confessed to him moments ago.

You try to focus on anything but the feeling that’s building inside of you each passing second. You will do anything: fuck your professor, potentially get in so much trouble because of it, get him in trouble- but you will not cum so soon. You just won’t allow it.

But you’re both aware of the reality that this predicament holds, which is that you’ve built this moment up so much with all the teasing and foreplay that it won’t be long until you’re both falling victim to the outcome of temptation.

“You need to slower… Go slower, I mean. You need to— Fuck, Jungkook.”

Jungkook smirks for the slightest second when he sees how you're fucking up your words because of how he’s fucking you.

He’s just as adamant about not finishing so soon, but for him, it’s way more difficult.

Jungkook has realized by now that the last woman he’s indulged in like this was his ex-wife, and that was over a year ago. So feeling something so incredibly tight around his cock that isn’t his hand for once, makes his orgasm almost impossible to wait.

And with that unfortunately being said, Jungkook’s eyes widen as his cock twitches, and just like that—

“Fuck!”

You gasp sharply, not having expected that to happen so soon. You would take this as an opportunity to humiliate him back, but you’d rather take this as an opportunity to finally let yourself release.

Bringing your hand to your clit, you rub frantically, eyes fixated on the breathless and dazed-over man in front of you as you let your high build, grinding your hips onto his softening cock as it finally collapses over you, and you moan in pleasure as he hisses in overstimulation.

You both exhale in sync, and the second he’s no longer battling the overstimulation, he grabs your throat.

You stare up into his eyes, your orgasm still lingering, and you feel so submissive all of a sudden. Like you want to apologize for what you did, let him choke you if that’s what he wants.

But then he softly kisses you.

Your thoughts shift into ones of confusion as he releases pressure on your neck and intimately laces his tongue with yours, suctioning onto your bottom lip before releasing with a pop and slowly rejoining, creating a slow, sensual, and heated makeout.

It was so, for lack of a better word, nice that you were almost upset when he pulled away.

His hand peels from your thigh, the other from your neck, and he cups your cheeks. Your wide eyes meet his, noticing how his features have softened tremendously compared to before.

“Was that okay?”

As soon as you nod yes, too taken aback to think of any correct verbal response, he lets one hand off of your face and very slowly pulls himself out of you, brows creasing slightly. He notices your whimper and strokes your cheek with his thumb.

“I have wet wipes in the top drawer if you want to reach over and get them.”

You really cannot wrap your head around this completely new, kinder, version of him. You wonder if he’s just sexually dominant, and it’s not until now that you realize you’ve never taken much thought into his real personality. Perhaps he is a very nice guy.

The more things cleared up in your head, the quicker the confusion slipped past you and you found yourself reaching over the desk while still sittng atop to grab the wet wipes from the said top drawer.

“Here, I got it.” He volunteers as he takes the package from your hands, plucking out a moist wipe before gently wiping away any trace of your mixed climaxes from your core.

He’s extremely delicate with you, and he avoids your clit completely because he knows how sensitive it probably is right now.

He catches you staring at him, a bunny-like smile lighting up his face.

“I heard warm baths can help with soreness.” He speaks as he discards the wipe in the trash can beside the desk. “And I’m sorry for going a little too hard, it’s been a minute since… y’know.”

His cheeks are tinted with the palest shade of red, and you find it somewhat adorable how he’s embarrassed to confess that to you.

“It’s okay.” Your voice is small, and it makes his heart clench. You’re not the only one who’s fond.

You try to bite your tongue, but when he helps you redress after having cleaned himself up a bit, you can’t help but ask about the elephant in the room.

“Why are you so nice all of a sudden?”

Jungkook smiles at your question, shaking his head a bit in humor as he looks down at his feet and then back up to you.

“Has it ever occurred to you that I might just be a nice guy after all?”

Yes, yes it has.

His tone wasn’t rude or cocky, but humorous and you found yourself laughing a little. And something about your reaction to him is so enticing to him but he doesn’t know what it is he wants from you.

Maybe more of you, perhaps. He definitely wouldn’t mind seeing you again.

“I um… This doesn’t have to be a one-time thing.”

Your ears perk up, and all of a sudden you have a strong craving to find out if he is a nice guy. Learn more about him… about his body. Sex or not, you wouldn’t mind seeing him again either.

“I can leave you my number.” You suggest. “My schedule has been mostly clear these days… except for classes of course.”

And just like that, he remembers you’re a student. He remembers the risk of what just happened, the risk of continuing this. He contemplates his offer as you get down from the desk after jotting your number down on a miscellaneous sticky note. And it’s not until you reach up onto your tiptoes to place a shy kiss on his lips that his doubts falter.

And he doesn’t want to admit it, but he thinks he could get used to that.

“Thank you, Mr. Jeon.”

He watches as you exit the lecture hall, and for some reason, a reason he’s trying his best not to decode, he’s already anticipating the next time that he’ll see you.

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A/N: the first chapter of my first series?!?! teaaa 🫣 this series is going to be so fun to write… i have all the chapters planned out and i can’t wait to write more, stay tuneddd <3

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Like I’m Famous

It’s New Years Eve and Jungkook would rather be anywhere else than at his company’s massive party. Sure, he’s a guest of honor and his team rented out the nicest hotel in Seoul, but ringing in the New Year with you on the other side of the world just feels wrong. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to celebrate without the woman he loves, but maybe- just maybe…he won’t have to…

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Idol! Jk, Dom! Jk (oops), established relationship au, long distance au, smut, fluff

Word Count: 11,239

Warnings: a teeny bit of angst, use of alcohol (jungkook and yn are sober), biting, marking, scratching, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), dirty talking, doggy style, slight elements of dom/sub dynamics, squirting. 

A/N: Happy New Year, cuties <3 s/o to @bulletproofbirdy and @gldnrecs for putting up with me screaming about this jk. Love you both!!! Let me know what you think ^-^

Jungkook grumbles to himself as his long fingers desperately try to unravel the tangled mass of party decorations. 

He HATES parties. 

But the company is insisting on throwing a massive one for it’s employees, which (unfortunately) includes him and six of his best friends. 

One could argue that they are probably fairly important employees, considering the fact that they bring in nearly 80% of the company’s revenue, but Jungkook? Literally. Doesn’t. Care. 

It’s New Year’s Eve. 

He wants to spend it at home with some good alcohol and a FEW friends. 

Not half the population of Seoul. 

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Frost Impressions (M) | JJK

Summary: Jeongguk is so disgustingly smitten with his new coworker that he ends up making a terrible first impression, and neither of them realize they’ve actually been in love with each other for the better part of a decade. 

      ❄ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

      ❄ Genre: Teacher AU / Gamer AU / Simultaneous (One-Sided) Enemies to Lovers + Best Friends to Lovers + Idiots to Lovers AU / Humor / Tooth-rotting Fluff / Smut / Heavy Pining / Slight Angst 

      ❄ Rating: 18+ / Explicit

      ❄ Word Count: 41.3k

      ❄ Chaptered AO3 link in case you don’t want to read the fic all at once or your app crashes: HERE

      ❄ CW and other tags: Jungkook is disgustingly smitten, Jungkook is a MESS, seriously the second-hand embarrassment that writing this fic gave me deserves it’s own warning, please help Jungkook, swearing, sexual innuendo, sexual tension, Jungkook can’t stop putting his foot in his mouth, disgusting amounts of pining, past bullying/harassment mention, horribly awkward situations, wet dreams, accidental exhibitionism/voyeurism, thigh riding, making out, masturbation, Jungkook is lowkey a freak, Jungkook has a sexy teacher kink (nevermind that he IS a teacher), more masturbation, love kink, oral sex (female receiving), sexual fantasies involving inappropriate places to cum, I spell Jungkook “Jeongguk” the entire fic, that’s not a warning I just wanted to make that clear, angry sexual tension, fat cock indeed, waking up from a “nightmare” lmao, footsie =) =) =), some sad angst but it’s really not that bad, just emotional, face riding, protected vaginal sex, mentions of unprotected sex, reader loves creampies lol, a whole lot more love kink, accidental (very minor) injuries, I really can’t stress the ‘love kink’ or second-hand embarrassment enough, I probably forgot a bunch of stuff and I’m sorry, I’m trying to remember everything I wrote, but if you see something not listed, let me know and I’ll tag it <3, but hopefully I got most of everything, anyway this fic is really, really, grossly soft and fluffy, tooth-rotting fluff, really,

      ❄ A/N: This is my favorite thing I’ve written and my favorite Jungkook that I’ve written, by far, and I’ve written a lot of Jungkook. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Addendum - if you wanted to reblog and leave comments, or just come back to it later, but the app is crashing, I’ve been told that quick-reblogs work. 

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Elemental (M) Pt. 2

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Genre: Second Chance Romance / Modern Fantasy

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader (she/her)

Synopsis: Fear has never been a foreign concept to you. Your entire life has been shaped by the knowledge that you’re different, and fear of the stigma which might follow discovery. Although fire, earth, air and water Elementals have been public for decades, the fear-mongering around your kind hasn’t changed; something you have intimate knowledge of, having experienced it firsthand. Since then, you’ve done your best to hide your water powers. This is for your own safety, as your mom likes to say.

Safety flies out the window though, when you fall in love. Jeon Jungkook isn’t just any love, either, he’s the love. The person who makes you feel as though your darkest corners deserve to be seen. Unable to control your magic around him, you find yourself faced with a horrible fact: you need to break up.

A plan which proves difficult when Jungkook simply refuses to go. And maybe, just maybe, you find the constraints placed on yourself don’t make sense anymore.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: death of a parent (past), some emotional abuse

NSFW Warnings: oral (woman and man), multiple orgasms (woman), fingering, hand job, face-riding, sex outdoors (in a secluded, private area), very slight ass-play, breast play

Word Count: 15,200 (32,487 total)

Author's Note: Unfortunately, the new Tumblr text editor doesn't allow for more than 1,000 paragraphs per post. THIS IS PART 2. Please read Part 1 of Elemental here. Please, please, please reblog both if possible! In my experience, engagement tends to be worse when split into two parts.

[ Cross-posted to Wattpad here ]

WARNING: this is the second part of this fic. Please read part 1 here.

It’s around midnight when the front door opens. Startled, you pull from your reverie and lower your paintbrush.

The canvas is darker than before. Colors and feelings entwine, creating a contrast against the light background. Exhaling, you sit back on the stool to examine. Pride fills your lungs despite the half-finished state. It’s good, but not great and that’s okay.

Only a few days prior, you would have been too scared to start. Afraid of the worst, you couldn’t release the barest hint of magic. You feared that, once begun, it would be hard to pull back. Now, you consider the opposite. Maybe by containing yourself, you exacerbated the problem.

A throat clears from the hallway, a mirror to a prior memory.

Whirling around, you nearly knock over the canvas. Seokjin’s eyes widen, though you steady the painting fast. Glancing over your shoulder, you notice Seokjin seems tired. Heavy shadows line the skin beneath his eyes.

“Painting again?” he muses.

Slowly, you nod. “Starting to.”

Pushing himself off the door, Seokjin comes closer. “I like it,” he declares. “You’ve always been great, but this… this feels more honest.”

Following his gaze, you attempt to see the work from his perspective. You suppose that he’s right, but don’t have time to dissect why that would be.

“What’s up?” you ask, turning back again. “You were out late.”

Seokjin pauses, considering. “Yeah. Decided to answer a call myself. Laundromat over on 8th – you know it?”

Immediately, you stiffen. That was your laundromat from earlier; the one you flooded and now, you’re entirely too conscious of having left your hamper at the front door.

Seokjin lifts an eyebrow.

Last year, his parents retired, bequeathing to him a magical consulting business. He employs mainly Elementals, contracting them to clean up situations. Sometimes said situations are caused by Elementals and other times, they’re natural. For example, a fire Elemental could be called to heat a building without power in a snowstorm.

Or possibly, one might request an air Elemental to dry out a flood.

“I know that place,” you say at last. “What happened?”

“Couple of pipes burst. Flooded the lower level. Most of the water had drained by the time I got there, but they needed help drying equipment.”

You deflate a little. “Oh. Glad you could help.”

“Mhm.” Seokjin tilts his head. “Your ex-boyfriend was there.”

“Oh?” you manage to squeak.

“Yup.” He pops the p. “Until I saw him, I assumed it was an accident. But then your ex-boyfriend was there, and I came here and saw your laundry by our door. Is there something you wanted to tell me, Y/N?”

“Ugh,” you groan, covering your face with both hands. “Fine, yes – it was me. I had to use a different laundromat, but then Jungkook showed up and we fought and I just – lost control. I was going to fix this,” you insist, lowering your hands. “As soon as I could figure out how, but then there were sirens and I –”

“Whoa, Y/N – whoa.” Crossing the room, Seokjin grabs a chair to sit backwards. “I’m not blaming you, to be clear. Everyone loses control of their powers occasionally. Hell, if I had a nickel for every person I wind-shoved into a door.”

You blink. “That’s uh, oddly specific.”

“And true.” His smile is rueful. “Listen. I want to know if you did it because I want to make sure you’re alright. No other reason.”

Some of your tension drains. “Oh. That’s… nice of you.”

He looks at you strangely. “That’s what friends do, Y/N. They help each other. What, did you think I’d turn you in or something?”

Your lack of response must be obvious since Seokjin goes unnaturally quiet. Having it said out loud sounds silly but yes, that’s exactly what your mom raised you to think. Wreaking havoc of any kind – but especially magical – would always have consequences.

“Look.” Seokjin’s tone softens. “I know it’s scary. Our powers are strong and if we don’t control them, they tend to control us. But pretending magic doesn’t exist doesn’t make it disappear. It just means when things do happen, it’s unpredictable.”

“I don’t want this,” you sigh, the words spilling out. “I don’t want to always be scared, always terrified of losing control. I don’t want to hurt other people or push them away. Everything would be better if I were just normal.”

“Would it?” Seokjin muses. “In everything you just said, you never said you didn’t want magic.”

This leaves you silent since Seokjin is right.

In all your concern about hurting other people and wishing you weren’t afraid you’ve never once resented your magic itself. Sure, you want to be normal but normal for you means living without fear. Not living without magic.

“I… guess you’re right,” you murmur. “I hadn’t thought about that before.”

Seokjin nods. “I can’t even begin to imagine what it was like for you, growing up. It’s hard for non-Elementals to understand our powers. Especially when you’re a kid.”

“It was,” you admit, glancing down.

Even now, admitting this feels like a betrayal because your mom tried her best. But maybe sometimes, trying your best isn’t the same as being what you need. While the intentions were good, the damage continues to live with you to this day.

“Suppressing a piece of yourself is never the answer,” Seokjin adds.

Your jaw tightens. “That’s easy for you to say,” you say, looking up. “You have two wonderful parents who support you. Your magic comes to you second nature. You rarely seem bothered by anything, let alone by your power.”

Lowly, Seokjin laughs. Dark hair falls into his face, leaning forward. “In control?” he scoffs. “Y/N. Just because I’m easy-going doesn’t mean everything is all good in here,” he says, tapping the side of his head. “I’m bothered by a lot of things, and magic is never easy.”

“Oh, yeah?” you shoot back. “When’s the last time you lost control, then?”

“Last month,” he says, automatic. “I drove to my parents’ place, got stuck in traffic and someone rear-ended me. I was so mad I summoned wind and slammed them into the next lane of traffic. Luckily, they weren’t hurt. Badly.”

You stare at him, open-mouthed.

“There was also this time last year,” Seokjin adds, undeterred. “I had a shit day, went to a bar after work. I was drinking alone, and one guy was harassing every woman in the place. He wouldn’t leave this one person alone, and I snapped. Blew a door open into his face. Guy needed five stitches.”

“I… I didn’t know all that.”

“I don’t usually tell people.” Seokjin sits back, slightly amused. “Personal flaws are terrible conversation starters. Those weren’t even the most embarrassing,” he warns. “The first time I had sex, I came so hard I made a mini tornado in the house. It woke up her entire family, who kicked me out with no pants.”

You try – and fail – to keep your lips from twitching. “Seokjin, that’s… awful.”

He laughs. “I got better at controlling it, alright? Just like you will. The threat is always there though,” he warns, his smile diminishing. “It’s like how, when you’re mad, sometimes you feel this undeniable need to punch someone. Occasionally, the urge wins, and you do punch someone. Magic is just another instinct, like that.”

“An instinct,” you murmur, turning this over in your mind.

Your magic has always reacted to your strongest emotions. Times when you felt angry or sad or – your cheeks heat – ecstatic with joy. Like with Jungkook.

“I don’t know what to do,” you admit softly. “I broke up with Jungkook, but that was a mistake. I love him. I want to be with him. But…”

“But you’re scared that you’ll hurt him.”

“Yeah.” You hesitate. “And I’m scared I’ll be hurt by him, if that makes sense.”

Seokjin nods. “It does. In college…” He pauses, as though debating whether to say the next part. “When I was in college, I had a girlfriend who didn’t know what I was. It was after the whole virginity-loss incident, and I was stubbornly pretending not to have magic.”

Your eyes widen. You didn’t know Seokjin went through a similar phase to you but then again, you suppose you don’t know much about him as an Elemental. Purposefully, you never wanted to open that door in case it led back to you.

“Pretending only works for so long, though.” His lips twist. “When I finally told her, she was scared. But… she promised me she loved me, and that we’d get through it.”

“What happened?”

“She started pulling away. Said she was busy studying and one night, I caught her making out with a friend. In some ways, it was a relief. But… I get what you mean.” Seokjin exhales. “Some people don’t want to understand, and you can’t make them.”

“I don’t think Jungkook is like that.”

“I don’t either.” Seokjin pauses. “He waited a long time at the laundromat, you know. He was there when I arrived, and he seemed… I don’t know. I asked all the standard questions, and when I asked if there was an Elemental, Jungkook was adamant there wasn’t. To the point where it seemed weird. Are you sure he doesn’t know what you are, Y/N?”

“I… don’t think so,” you say, your eyes wide. “Not unless he found out somehow. And if so, I don’t know why he wouldn’t tell me.”

Seokjin clucks his tongue. “I guess he could say the same about you.” Smiling slightly, he pushes himself to stand. “Anyways, I wanted to let you know what happened and say I’m here if you need anything.”

Nodding, you prepare to brush this off as usual when something gives you pause.

Before, denial would have been your go-to. Avoiding responsibility and telling yourself that next time, you’d do better. Next time, you’d be stronger, but ultimately, nothing would change. Maybe it’s time to admit that it doesn't work. To acknowledge that if you really want change, you must take the first step.

The problem with ignoring emotions is they don’t disappear. All they do is hide, biding their time until you’re at your weakest to pounce. You’re so tired of living with fear.

Tired of pushing others away and calling it selfless. Most of all, you’re tired of living without Jungkook.

“I’d like that,” you admit. “If you have any resources to recommend…?”

Seokjin stares at you, stunned. “God, yes,” he says, shaking his head. “Wow – I never thought this day would come. Okay, so, first things first, we need to get you in class. Other Elementals learn to control their magic. They’ll help with coping mechanisms, teach you to release your energy and channel emotions. Oh!” He straightens. “And you should really find a therapist who specializes in magic. I can give the name of mine, but that might be a conflict.”

“Whoa – whoa,” you laugh, holding up both hands. “All of this sounds good, but maybe one step at a time?”

“Noted.” Seokjin turns to leave. “Let’s talk more tomorrow. Whatever you need, Y/N – that’s what friends are for.”

Warmth fills your chest, and you manage a nod. That hasn’t necessarily been your experience but slowly, you’re beginning to trust what he says. What Jungkook said in the past, asking you to trust him.

Cleaning your brushes, you cover the half-finished art and follow Seokjin into the hall. Before long, you’re in your own bed, staring up at your ceiling. It’s difficult to sleep, multiple realizations from the day coursing through your mind.

Tonight, Seokjin provided more love than you ever had growing up. Well – he provided greater understanding. Although your mom loves you, her love turned to fear instead of the help you craved. Important, because you now understand how deeply your magic is ingrained.

It’s something you spent a long time ignoring. And though you know your mom loves you, she doesn’t love your magic – which means she doesn’t love all of you. This realization hurts more than you’d care to admit.

Turning into your pillow, you bury your face as the tears come. Sadness radiates from the same place inside you where there once was a dam. Uncertain, you reach out and brush this with your consciousness. After a moment of hesitation, you absorb it. The pain becomes part of you; not in a bad way, but in a way that’s new and unnerving.

Lifting your head, you tentatively reach out and gather the tears. They form a sphere in mid-air, crystalline and pure. Wide-eyed, you remember your father doing the same. Whenever you would cry, he’d save your tears in case you wanted them later. Facing and learning to use your emotion is important, he often said.

This memory urges the tears to fall harder, turning back to your pillow. When you finally drift into sleep, it feels as though a weight has been lifted from your chest. For once, you don’t feel divided against yourself. For once, you fall asleep without fear of what tomorrow might bring.

Saturday morning, you wake up earlier than normal. Groping for your phone on the bedside table, you blearily open a chat to Jungkook’s name. His last text was on Sunday and, after rereading this several times, you wearily lower your phone. Tossing aside your covers, you pad into your bathroom and brush your teeth.

Some things can’t be fixed overnight. You need to think before reapproaching Jungkook, to consider what to say so he’ll understand. Or maybe he won’t. The thought of this very real possibility makes your heart twist, though you ignore it the best you can to get dressed.

After breakfast, you bring your dishes to the sink and stare at the faucet. Before, you would have avoided anything to do with magic, but now…

With a deep breath, you reach inward and extend a tendril of magic. The water responds, slowly at first and then, all at once. The dishes begin washing themselves, lifting a sponge to get themselves soapy.

Seokjin wanders out of his room, bleary-eyed. Walking right past you, he plods to the coffee pot and grabs a new filter.

“If you break more of my dishes, you should just get me a new set,” he mumbles.

Grin widening, you finish the dishes and put them away by hand. It’s intoxicating to use magic and have nothing bad happen. You almost forgot what that felt like. A small step, but to you, it was once insurmountable. Knowing this grants the courage to make other decisions.

Dressing quickly for the day, you walk out of your bedroom. “Did I tell you I went into an art store on Thursday?” you ask Seokjin, seated at the kitchen table.

He yawns. “That’s nice.”

“They wanted me to teach an art class.”

Abruptly, he sets down his mug. “Wait, seriously?” Seokjin’s eyes widen. “You should do that!”

“I plan to. Well.” You hesitate. “I wasn’t going to, but now I am. I think I’ll head there this morning.”

Seokjin nods, although something uncertain drifts across his face. Toying with the edge of his mug, he seems to be thinking. Waiting for whatever comes next, you rummage through your purse for your phone.

At last, he exhales. “That’s good. But…”

“But?”

“I just… don’t want you to be discouraged if this takes a while, Y/N. Changing your entire outlook on magic won’t be easy.”

Your fingers pause, and slowly, you close your bag. “What do you mean?”

“I mean progress isn’t always linear.” Seokjin’s frown deepens. “You’re going to backslide. That’s kind of inevitable. Even the most talented Elemental has times when they slip. If – or should I say when – that happens, I don’t want you giving up.”

Seokjin’s utter sincerity lessens the sting of his words. You can see the truth in this logic, even if it scares you. Part of you continues to wish for a magic solution.

 “Thanks,” you respond. “I appreciate that, Seokjin.”

“Anytime.” He lifts his mug. “Now, go get that job so you can pay rent.”

“I knew you weren’t that generous,” you call as you leave the apartment.

Seokjin’s laughter is cut off by the elevator doors. Your walk to the train station is short, as is the train ride. Creative Courage is in the opposite direction of Jungkook’s apartment, but close enough that you can still smell the harbor as you walk.

Ascending the steps of the subway, it’s hard not to recall the first time you met Jungkook.

Three months ago, it was a muddled spring day. The type of day when the weather can’t make up its mind and a tank top or sweater might be equally needed. For once, the rain wasn’t your fault and you stood on the train platform, drenched at having been caught without an umbrella.

Jungkook stood on the opposite platform, parallel lines of train tracks between you. You were mostly alone – a situation which would typically put you on edge, but that day, it meant you noticed Jungkook sooner.

He stood near the edge, closer than you ever would. Giant, over-ear headphones rested over his head, which bobbed absent-mindedly to the beat. You had noticed him before that, nearly as soon as he cleared the turnstile.

Jungkook wore his hair longer then, pulled into a bun at the base of his head. His hands were chapped; he blew on them intermittently before stuffing them in his pockets. Cheeks red with cold, he glanced up and his gaze snagged upon yours.

Later, he said it felt as though the world stopped. You could corroborate. There was something about his gaze, intense and sincere, that robbed you of rational thought. A train roared between you, shaking the platforms and your stomach dropped.

By the time the train left, you assumed Jungkook would board, and the moment would end. Relegated to nothing more than a shared look between strangers. A what-if, not a has-been.

But then the train pulled away, and Jungkook remained. Lips parted, you stared while he jerked a single thumb over one shoulder. Eyes bright, Jungkook cupped both hands over his mouth.

“Want to get coffee?” he yelled across the tracks.

Uncertain who he was talking to, you glanced around and found the place empty. When you turned around, both eyebrows were raised. Already, you weren’t a spontaneous person and by now, you usually would have said no, but –

“Yes!” you called out. “Meet at the entrance?”

Jungkook nodded, his grin widening – if possible – as he spun around. You watched him sprint for the exit, taking the escalator two steps at a time. Ducking your head, you followed a similar route on your side of the tracks.

Riding the escalator, insecurities reared their ugly heads. What if you were mistaken about his intentions, what if you dropped something, or what if he wasn’t attractive as you remembered – but then, all this faded as he came into view.

The hour was dusk, with one or two street lamps penetrating the darkness. Jungkook emerged from his escalator, lit from behind, and some of your worries quieted. When he waved, slightly awkward, you couldn’t help but smile. Despite the multiple piercings, he somehow looked soft. He was also ridiculously, insanely beautiful and your hands itched to paint him.

Exiting the subway this morning, you attempt to refocus. It’ll do you no good to reminisce about Jungkook before Creative Courage. First, you get a job. Then, you learn to control your magic. Then you can beg for Jungkook’s forgiveness.

Maybe with some wiggle room in that order. Heading towards the art shop, you fish your phone from your pocket and scroll to his name. Stopping abruptly, you stare at Jungkook’s thread, bold with an unread text.

Your fingers hover a moment before pressing open.

Jungkook: I think you left one of your shirts at the laundromat. It was on the floor, I found it after you left [11:09 AM]

Clutching your phone tightly, you reread the message. Jungkook has a piece of your clothes. He has a piece of your clothes and is reaching out. Trying not to read too much into this, you text back.

Y/N: Oh, no! Thanks for grabbing. Can I stop by sometime to pick it up? [11:15 AM]

Y/N: I heard you ran into Seokjin at the laundromat [11:09 AM]

Wincing a little, you lower your phone. Your last text may be ill-advised, but you don’t want Jungkook to think that you’re hiding things.

Jungkook’s ellipses appear, then disappear several times before his next message.

Jungkook: yeah, he came in to fix things. Seemed to think an Elemental was involved [11:18 AM]

Frozen, you stare. Seokjin did say he asked Jungkook about there being an Elemental, but Jungkook had been adamant in his response to Seokjin. Did Jungkook… lie?

Skin prickling, you type your response. Not giving yourself time to second-guess, you press send and immediately head down the sidewalk.

Y/N: If an Elemental was involved, I guess Seokjin would be the person to call [11:22 AM]

Y/N: I’m on my way to a potential new job (do you know the art store, Creative Courage?) but I’m free later – I could stop by for the shirt? [11:22 AM]

Heading away from the harbor, you try to clear your head. Creative Courage is only a few blocks from the subway and once again, the bell tinkles when you step inside. This time, you aren’t surprised when Taryn pops out from behind the front counter.

“Oh!” Her eyes widen. “It’s you! Y/N, right?”

“That’s right.” You smile, side-stepping the door so as to not block the entrance. “Hi. I um, just wanted to stop by and see… well, I wanted to know if your offer still stands? To teach, that is.”

Beaming, Taryn claps both hands before her. “Oh my gosh, yes. I told Micah you’d be back! They were all like, ‘don’t get your hopes up,’ but I was like, ‘they’re already sky-high.’ And here you are!”

Your smile grows while she speaks, certain you made the right decision. Taryn looks nervous, which somehow serves to put you at ease.

“Anyways, come on in!” She steps aside, sweeping an arm over the room. “There aren’t any classes until the afternoon, so we can check out the space together. Maybe set up time for a demo. Oh, don’t worry,” she adds, noticing your look. “I know you’re amazing. This would be more about your teaching style. Understand the process, that type of thing.”

You nod. “I get it. That makes total sense.”

“Cool.” Taryn beams. “I’m just so excited.”

Showing you around, the two of you fall into easy conversation. Although you don’t have teaching experience, Taryn doesn’t seem worried. Everyone has a different learning style, she says. Students need free thinking instructors as much as structured.

At some point, Micah stops by to drop a kiss to her cheek. “Hey,” they say, noticing you for the first time. “I’m Micah. It’s nice to meet you – Y/N, right?”

Reaching out, you shake their hand. “Yes, that’s me.”

When you pull back, you blink at the streaks of dark grime on your skin.

“Micah!” Taryn gasps, noticing at the same time. “How many times have I said to use the special soap when you’re working with fire?”

Micah grimaces and turns. “I’m so sorry,” they say, wiping both hands on their apron. “Sometimes I get carried away in the workshop.”

“It’s totally fine.” You hesitate a moment before barreling on. “But I’m sorry – did I hear right? You were working with fire?”

Nodding, Micah drops their hands. They’re taller than both you and Taryn, with lithe muscles, short hair and a Power Puff t-shirt. They aren’t exactly what you pictured for a fire Elemental.

“Yeah,” they confirm. “I’m a fire Elemental. I use it a lot in my art – charcoal, and whatnot. Recently I’ve been getting into metal sculpture work.”

“Oh,” you say on an exhale. “That’s amazing. I’m a water Elemental, which explains all the watercolors.”

Micah’s eyes light up but before they can respond, Taryn lays a hand on their arm.

“Wash your hands first,” she insists and Micah laughs. Shaking their head, they leave, and Taryn turns to face you. “I didn’t know you were also an Elemental, Y/N! That’s so great. Maybe you and Micah can brainstorm a class someday. You know, an outlet for Elemental artists. How to use your magic creatively, or something.”

You stare, recognizing the genius in this and wondering why such a thing never occurred to you before. Magic has been second nature in art for so long – you never imagined it might be the same for others. Teaching Elementals to create with something they might fear fills you with a sense of hope.

You stay for a long time, chatting with both until Micah leaves to lead the afternoon class. Taryn eventually says goodbye as well, promising to be in touch to arrange your schedule. By the time you step outside, it’s close to dinner and you’re feeling better than you have in months. Good enough that, when your phone rings, you almost answer on reflex. Pulling from your pocket, you glance at the name and freeze.

Mom.

Feet rooted to the ground, you stare at her name and your happiness dims. Seokjin’s words come back, warning about a backslide. Less than twenty-four hours have passed since embracing your magic. You hoped for longer before confronting your mom.

Standing on the sidewalk, you deliberate long enough for the call to end. Slowly, you resume walking down the road. Without fully realizing why, you find yourself heading towards the harbor.

When your phone rings a second time, it somehow sounds urgent.

Mom.

Exhaling, you stop and press answer. “Hi, mom.”

“Y/N,” she breathes, her relief audible, and you’re suddenly saddled by guilt in addition to fear. “Thank goodness. I was about to call your roommate if you didn’t answer. Can’t be too careful these days, can you?”

You briefly close your eyes. “His name is Seokjin, mom. We talked about this.”

“Right, yes – of course. Seokjin. So, Y/N…” Her pause is weighted. “How are things?”

Resuming your course, the harbor comes into view. “They’ve been better, to be honest. I didn’t tell you everything earlier this week, mom. More happened than just losing my job.”

“Oh? What else happened? Are you okay, Y/N?”

“I – well, no,” you admit, correcting yourself. “I’m not okay. Jungkook and I broke up.”

Her silence is deafening, long enough that the sun slips behind a cloud, the water before you turning a blue-grey color.

“Oh, honey.” At last, she exhales. “I’m so sorry.”

Another pause follows, and your teeth grit while you wait for the ‘but.’ With your mom, there’s always a ‘but.’

“But… maybe it’s for the best?” she tentatively offers. “You remember your last break-up, don’t you? With that Elliot fellow. It was horrible and your magic, well – that’s not happening again, is it?”

Her voice is full of alarm, tightening your grip on your phone. The tingling in your chest spreads outward, waves in the harbor rising in tandem. One of them sloshes, haphazardly, over the pier.

“What are you asking me, mom?” you ask.

“Well, you remember how you… well, how your magic… after you broke up with Elliot, things didn’t go well. Did they, Y/N?”

“No, they didn’t, because I wasn’t well, mom.”

“Yes, of course, sweetheart. It’s the same thing.”

“It’s not, though,” you say, each word pouring from a place long ignored. Squeezing your eyes shut, you finally release. “Do you know how much it hurt growing up when something bad happened and rather than be sad for me, you only cared about magic? If I’d lost control. If someone else was hurt. I was hurt, mom, and you never seemed to notice.”

She sucks in a sharp breath. “Of course, I noticed. Of course, I care that you’re hurt, Y/N. I just didn’t want things to get worse. That’s all.”

“Worse,” you say with a bitter laugh. “Mom. I broke up with my boyfriend and your response was that it was probably for the best. Do you want me to be alone?” you add, voicing aloud your worst fear. “It would be safer if I were, right?”

“Don’t twist my words, Y/N. Obviously, I want you to find someone and be happy. You have to admit though, you don’t have the best track record when it comes to romance!”

“So, that’s a yes.”

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” she asks, sounding annoyed. “If you asked me whether I’d like you safe and alone or with someone and hurt – obviously, I’d rather you were safe. If that makes me a bad mom, then so be it!”

Turning away, you shake your head. “I don’t think that makes you a bad mom. I’m just trying to understand what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking my daughter called to attack me out of nowhere! Everything I did when you were a child was to keep you safe. Those floods,” she adds, putting two and two together. “The ones in the city this week – they were you, weren’t they?”

“Yes, mom,” you snap, eyes flying open. “The floods were me. I broke up with Jungkook because I couldn’t control my magic and ironically enough, it only made me spiral further. I was so scared of hurting him, I ended things and hurt us both. You didn’t even ask why we ended, mom.”

“Where are you now, Y/N?” she demands.

Glancing around, wind whips your hair and storm clouds gather. You realize it was probably a bad idea to have this conversation so close to a large body of water.

“Near the harbor. I was leaving a job interview when you called. Oh,” you add, an aside. “I got a new job as an art teacher.”

“The harbor?” Your mom bypasses everything else. “That’s dangerous, Y/N – are there people around? You shouldn’t be talking about your magic in front of them. They could assume the wrong thing.”

“What, mom? That I’m an Elemental? Because I am one.”

“Y/N!”

“It’s the truth!” you blurt, a wave crashing over the pier. “I am an Elemental and I do have magic. You can’t keep pretending otherwise!”

“I know that, Y/N, but your magic doesn’t have to define you!”

“It kind of does.” Voice breaking, you take in the roiling sea. “It does define me. I’m an Elemental. I have magic, and I can’t change that fact. Pretending to be someone I’m not hasn’t worked.”

“I don’t want you to be someone you’re not, Y/N. I just want you to be safe.”

“You can’t protect me from everything.”

“No, I can’t.” Your mom’s next words are rushed. “Do you know how much that kills me? I couldn’t save your dad, and now, I can’t save you. No matter what I do, the world doesn’t care about who you are, only what you can do. I hid so much from you back then,” she adds. “Maybe that was wrong of me. Maybe you should have known about the casual threats from our neighbors. Teachers who wondered if you’d be better off home-schooled. People I thought were our friends ignoring you in public. You don’t remember what it was like, Y/N.”

The first raindrops on your face. “I’m sorry you went through that, mom. Really, I am.”

“I don’t want you to think I don’t love you, honey.”

“That’s not what I think.”

Even as you say this though, a knife twists in your chest. It’s a moment you could move past and reconcile. You could hang up, knowing you had a difficult conversation with your mom, and it ended happily.

Or you could tell her the rest. Or you could lay it all on the line and for once, not care that it might cause complicated feelings.

Overheard, the clouds darken. In the harbor, boats creak against lines holding them to the pier. You should try and control your magic but stubbornly, you don’t want to. You’ve spent so long repressing and pretending; once the dam breaks, it can’t be repaired as easily.

“I don’t think that,” you slowly admit. “But mom… I also don’t think you know who I am. My magic is a part of me. Being an Elemental is part of me. For so long, I’ve been afraid of part of myself and a lot of that came from you. Other people made it worse, but it started with you.”

Shocked silence follows. While you wait for a response, you cringe from the phone. Nausea swirls in your stomach, threatening to swallow you like ocean waves.

“I… that’s not fair,” your mom whispers at last. “That’s not fair at all, Y/N.”

Jaw tight, you look at the shore. “I didn’t say it was fair, I said that’s how I feel. What would dad say if he was here? He loved his magic. He always said to use magic for good, but I don’t know how to use it at all without hurting people! I don’t even know myself. That’s not what he would have wanted.”

“Who can know what he’d want?” your mom demands. “Your father is dead, Y/N. He’s gone, he can’t come back, and I raised you the best I could without him. Your entire life, I’ve tried to keep you safe, and I can’t believe you blame me for that.”

Reeling backwards, you stare at the waves. “Kept me safe at what cost, though? I have no idea how to use my magic, mom. I live in constant fear of hurting someone. Each day, I walk a razor’s edge and fall into bed, exhausted. How is that keeping me safe?”

Waves smash against the pier, higher than you’d like. Taking a step backwards, you avoid the water and turn inward. Everything inside you is churning – your anger, your guilt, the sudden injustice of all your mom’s words. Although you try and calm yourself, it only serves to add fuel to the fire.

“Don’t do that, Y/N,” your mom says.

“Do what?” you snap. “Tell the truth?”

“Don’t pretend I’m the villain,” she counters. “Are you even in control right now?”

Your anger surges, along with the waves. “Of course, not!” you blurt. “No, mom, I’m not in control. Seokjin recommended classes, but I haven’t had the chance to take them. I –”

“You should not be going to class for magic. It’s too dangerous!”

Mid-sentence, you realize something you should have known from the start. Your mom isn’t ready to have this conversation. No matter how cathartic it would be for you, she’s not going to be ready to hear this right now.

“I have to go, mom,” you say, choking a little. “Call me when you’re ready to talk.”

“Y/N. Don’t you dare hang up on me!”

“Bye, mom,” you whisper, and press end.

The phone rests in your hand, your entire body taut as you resist the sudden urge to throw it in the ocean. In this half-movement, you spot the horizon and shudder to a halt. Thunder booms up above, the waves roiling erratically with each lifted heartbeat.

Seokjin warned you this couldn’t be solved in an instant. You’re so used to suppressing your magic, you have no idea how to turn it off once it starts. Your laundromat realization feels ages away, your magic a force bigger and more powerful than you are.

Water swiftly withdraws from the pier, and you sigh in relief, only to realize it’s gathering. Going utterly still, you stare in horror at the building wave. Your panic rises, fueling your power further as you raise trembling hands.

Struggling, you cast your thoughts outward in a wide net. Your father never mentioned this, though. He never explained how to divert a large wave, probably thinking there was plenty of time. You were only five when he died. Hopeless, you watch as the wave crests and wonder if this is how you end. Morbid, you wonder if you can die from drowning.

When the wave hits, wood crunches from the pier underneath you. Yelping, you’re drenched head-to-toe in water as it retreats to form a bigger wave.

Shaking, you lift both hands again. You try to remember what Seokjin told you – clear your mind, focus, envision the outcome you want –

Other words overlap with his; yours, your mom’s, the news.

This won’t work. You can’t do this. Someone will see. Magic is dangerous.

Swiftly, the wave approaches and your dread only grows. Fear overtakes, and–

“Y/N, MOVE!”

Footsteps pound the pier as you spin around. The next seconds seem to occur in slow-motion. Jungkook sprints past you, gaze determined and jaw set. Eyes wide, you stare as he skids to a stop, clenching his fists.

Jungkook faces the ocean, wind whipping his hair. Your wave looms, several feet high – until a jagged line of rock bursts from the sea. The two of them connect, water and earth meeting with an ear-splitting boom. Water sprays over the top of the rocks, but nothing more happens.

A beat passes, or two while you stare at the harbor in shock. Earth… just burst from the ocean, saving the city from your rogue wave.

Memories rise to the surface, one by one. The fact that Jungkook lives near a train stop that often shakes his building. When the barista in your coffee shop dropped the tea kettle, Jungkook looked nearly as stricken as you did – as though it was his fault. When Jungkook freed you from the laundromat, opening a door that shouldn’t have opened.

Each of the pieces falls into place, forming a truth that knocks the wind from your lungs.

“You…” Eyes wide, you stare. “You’re a…”

Emotion churns in Jungkook’s gaze, turning to face you. “Yeah,” he admits. “I’m an earth Elemental. I’ve… been trying to figure out how to tell you.”

Head spinning, you shake your head and the world tilts beneath you. At first, it’s a metaphor, swiftly made real by the events of today. Briefly, your vision blurs as your knees start to buckle.

“Whoa,” Jungkook blurts, rushing forward. His arms wrap around you, keeping you upright. “Are you alright, Y/N?”

“I…” Dazed, you glance at the ocean. “That was you, just now? With the rock?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook winces. “Sorry about the dramatics. I was trying to act fast, and it’s all I could think of. Didn’t want to cause an earthquake and create a second wave.”

He sounds slightly nervous, and you continue to stare. Genuinely, you don’t mean to be rude but you’re having trouble stringing two words together. Jungkook is an Elemental. Jungkook is an earth Elemental.

Jungkook’s smile fades, spurring you to speech.

“That’s not what I was thinking,” you blurt.

His brow furrows. “Oh. What are you thinking, then?”

“I…” You shake your head. “I was thinking that was really… hot. And you know, a general sense of relief that my out-of-control magic didn’t wreck the entire city. Oh, right,” you add, somewhat glum. “Seems like you already know, but I’m a water Elemental.”

“I know,” Jungkook murmurs.

He hasn’t released you yet, continuing to hold you. The waves in the harbor have returned to normal, although a slight mist continues to fall from the sky.

“Well, I wasn’t sure,” Jungkook corrects. “I started suspecting at the laundromat. Then I got your text and was in the area, so I decided to stop by. Glad I did,” he adds, his lips twitching. “I followed the storm to the harbor.”

“I confronted my mom,” you mutter. “She doesn’t have magic.”

Jungkook’s expression sobers. Although you haven’t told him everything, he knows the two of you have a tense relationship. Jungkook also knows your dad died when you were young. Possibly, he’s put two and two together by now.

“I see.” Jungkook pauses. “How are you feeling?”

Four small words and again, something inside you crumbles. You weren’t aware you had more to give. Collapsing into him, you rest your head on his chest. Holding onto you tightly, Jungkook soothes his hand up and down your back.

“That’s not an answer,” he murmurs, but the words are gentle. “Talk to me, Y/N. Do you want to go somewhere?”

Probably a good idea but right now the only place you want to be is with him. Shaking your head, you tighten your grip on his t-shirt.

“I probably should,” you admit. “Jungkook… you and I…”

His body stiffens. “Yes?”

Slowly, you lift your head. His gaze is dark, wary and it pierces deep in your chest.

“I feel awful,” you say. “It’s… been a long time since I told someone what I was. I was scared of hurting others. Scared of hurting you. That’s why I ended this. It had nothing to do with you, Jungkook,” you insist, the words pouring out. “I swear. I was so scared of hurting you with my magic – and I hurt you anyway. I am so sorry.”

Jungkook’s expression is inscrutable. “It had a little to do with me,” he says slowly.

“No.” You pause. “Well, maybe. I wouldn’t have been this scared with someone else. The way I feel about you, Jungkook? I’ve never felt like this before. It’s all new to me, and I couldn’t control my magic around you.”

His gaze remains steady. “How do I make you feel?”

“You make me feel… everything,” you whisper. “Hopeful and happy and scared and alive and I – I can’t control myself around you. When we touch, I…”

You bite your lip, embarrassed and one of his brows sketches upward.

“When we touch, you what?” Jungkook pushes.

You can’t seem to meet his gaze. “I… forget myself. I burst the pipes in the laundromat,” you admit. “I caused a storm the night we fought. When I ended things between us, it rained for three days. I can feel the water in every pipe in your apartment, every faucet and I was so scared of hurting you.”

Drawing you closer, Jungkook gathers you tightly. “Hey,” he murmurs. “It’s okay – you didn’t hurt me. I’m here. Tougher than you give me credit for,” he adds with a chuckle.

Leaning into him, you allow your eyes to shut. His heartbeat mirrors yours, a fact you find soothing. Reality sinks in a second later, realizing the truth of this week.

Jungkook doesn’t just understand what youare – he is one, himself.

Eyes flying open, you pull back. “Why didn’t you tell me you were an Elemental?” you demand.

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “Why didn’t you tell me? I tried to explain a few times,” he adds, his brow furrowing. “I brought up Elementals, but you would always change the subject. I was scared to tell you. I thought… maybe you’d leave. I didn’t want you to.”

A small fissure mends in your heart. “My entire life, I was told magic was something to fear. Something to hide. I was taught to hide and only recently, have I started thinking otherwise. I… want you to know me, Jungkook.”

“I want to know you, too.”

“I want to learn how to use my magic,” you add, determined. “Seokjin is going to help.”

The divot between his brows deepens. “I want to help.”

It’s such a Jungkook response, you can’t help but grin. “You can,” you agree, squeezing his waist. “I’ll need all the help I can get.”

His expression softens. While you watch though, his thoughts seem to deepen, gaze flicking over the panes of your face.

“What does this mean?” Jungkook asks at last.

His grip on you doesn’t loosen, and you hear his unspoken question. Heart sinking, you realize you may have overstepped. Jungkook is touching you. He came here to help. Both of you know what the other is and you’ve apologized – but you haven’t asked for him back, and he hasn’t accepted.

Before, you might have allowed these negative thoughts to drown out the rest. To wonder if maybe Jungkook is only helping from guilt. Now, you shove those thoughts aside and force yourself to be strong. To ask for what you want, even if the answer is no.

“I was wrong, Jungkook,” you say quietly. “I ended this because I didn’t want you to get hurt, but you did anyway. I hurt myself in the process. I… I thought you couldn’t possibly love this part of me, so I ran away. That wasn’t fair,” you add, gaining momentum. “You deserve to know who I am and decide what you want for yourself. Jungkook, I love you. I want you. I am so sorry I hurt you, and I just want to know if you could ever –”

“Yes.”

You falter, blinking upward. “There was more to the speech.”

His lips twitch. “It was a very good speech. You can give the rest later. Right now, I want you to know my answer is yes. Yes, I love you. Yes, I want you. Yes, I forgive you.”

“But Jungkook” – it’s difficult to concentrate with his arms wrapped around you, nose lightly brushing the shell of your ear – “I broke up with you. Don’t you want me to –”

With a weary sigh, he pulls back. “What do you want me to say?” he asks, amused.

“I don’t know.” You frantically search. “Shouldn’t I promise not to run away again? To be more honest with you, more communicative?”

Jungkook waits, as though expecting more and when nothing comes of it, he shrugs. “I thought all that was a given. Don’t uh, run away, okay? Are we good?”

“Jungkook,” you laugh, though this becomes a groan when his lips brush your neck. Gripping the back of his hair, you pull his head upward.

Jungkook’s eyes gleam, his skin flushed. “You should work on your punishment, if that’s what you were trying to do,” he murmurs.

Ignoring the shiver these words bring, you shake your head. “Jungkook… um, the last time we were close, I…”

He tilts his head. “Yes?”

His voice is nothing but patience, and you draw a breath. “I’m scared,” you admit. “I know I’ve said it a lot, but I can’t seem to control my magic around you. Especially when we touch. That’s when things get…” Aimless, you shrug. “You know.”

Lips pressed tightly together, Jungkook lifts a brow. “What about this?” he teases, cupping your waist with one palm. “Is that alright?”

Your eyes roll. “Yes, Jungkook.”

“And this?”

Thumb slipping beneath your shirt, he traces the damp skin above your panties. Your entire lower body clenches, your limbs going molten.

“That’s… harder,” you admit.

He grins. “I know.”

“Oh, shut up,” you groan, half-heartedly attempting to pull away.

Jungkook laughs, catching you easily and laying your head on his shoulder. You stay there for a while, his hand cupping the back of your neck as his thumb strokes up and down. Eventually, the clouds part enough for the sun to peek through.

Throat clearing, Jungkook pulls back to see you. “To be clear – that doesn’t matter to me. We can go slow. We don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to. I’ll help in any way that I can, Y/N. I just want you.”

“I do want to try, though,” you insist. “I do. It’s just…” You hesitate. “Your apartment is so breakable.”

Jungkook stares at you for a moment. “I shouldn’t find that as hot as I do.”

“Jungkook!”

He laughs, taking your hand in his. “Sorry, sorry.” Turning on his heel, he heads from the pier. “I do have any idea, though. One that could help.”

Hand in his, you follow him inland. Jungkook leads you down a steep path towards the boathouse, ducking the gate towards the parking lot. It’s late enough that his car is alone, headlights blinking as he unlocks the doors.

You trail behind, happy to do so because honestly, the sight of Jungkook in a soaked t-shirt is akin to a Regency hero. You savor the sight, grinning like crazy. Always, you used to question the good things that happened because it seemed they could fade any second. Now, you find yourself determined to live and enjoy.

The ease with which Jungkook forgives makes his trust precious. Someone like Jungkook deserves someone honest, the type of person you aspire to be. Climbing into the passenger seat, you continue to admire Jungkook as he walks to the opposite side.

He slides into the driver’s seat, adjusting the seat and buckling his belt. Fixing the rearview mirror, he glances at you.

“What?” he asks, doing a double take.

“Nothing.” Smiling to yourself, you shake your head. “Where are we going?”

Mischief enters his gaze. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course, I do.”

“Cool. We’re going somewhere to solve our problem.”

Shaking your head, you settle back as he pulls from the parking lot. Glancing around the car, a sudden thought occurs to you, and your smile widens.

Noticing this, Jungkook hums. “What are you smiling about, now?”

“I thought you said you were in the area?”

“Yep.”

“Hm.” Smiling broadly, you twist to face him. “Seems odd you would bring your car if you were just ‘in the area,’” you say, using air quotes around the last words.

Jungkook flushes beet-read. Your ex-slash-current boyfriend is many things, but a good liar isn’t one of them.

“I – fine,” he admits on a groan. “I was hoping to see you and didn’t want you to leave before I got to the art shop. My car was fastest.”

Your grin widens. “Cute.”

“We’ll see who’s calling who cute later,” Jungkook mutters.

His words send a thrill down your spine. “Speaking of later…”

Reaching a stoplight, his head turns. “Yes?”

You wait a long beat. “Where are we going?”

Surprised, Jungkook laughs and faces forward when the light turns. “Does the art of the surprise mean nothing to you?” he teases.

“No! Surprises are mean. They’re for the surpriser more than the surprised.”

“Exactly.” Nodding, he merges onto the main highway. “Consider this your punishment for breaking up with me.”

“Hey! You said we were even.”

Jungkook smirks. “That’s not what I said. I said I forgive you. I never said we were even.”

“Oh? And just what might ‘getting even’ entail?”

His grip on the wheel tightens, voice pitching lower. “I have a few ideas.”

Lips parted, an entire city block passes before you assemble your thoughts in a coherent manner. “Well,” you exhale. “I hope these ideas involve us leaving the city. Preferably getting away from the ocean, as well.”

“Oh, they do. My family owns a cabin an hour north. We stayed there a lot when I was younger, especially once my magic started. There aren’t many people around – which is good, in case I slip and cause a seismic event.”

You stare at him over the console. “A… seismic event?”

Jungkook drops a wink. “What? You thought only water Elementals have cool powers?”

“Well, no, but–”

“I’ll show you,” he laughs. After a few seconds, Jungkook clears his throat. “So… what does your magic look like?”

“Sorry?”

“You know.” He glances your way and, upon seeing your confusion, backtracks. “Sorry. I forgot that not everyone… well. What I meant was, when you use your magic, what does it feel like? How does it… manifest?”

“Hm.” You consider. “It’s like… a small kernel of heat in my chest. Whenever I feel strongly, the kernel brightens – with joy, anger, sadness. The brighter it gets, the more aware I am of the water around me. You know, in the pipes, in the ground. Even you,” you add, a bit stilted. “In your blood.”

“Whoa.” Jungkook’s eyes widen. “That’s cool.”

“Cool?”

“Hot,” he amends, and now, you’re the one burning. “That’s…” He stops, then chuckles. “Damn, Y/N.”

Pushing aside that tantalizing thought, you sit back. You’ve never had the urge to show someone your magic but now, find yourself wanting to try. And learn more. Ultimately, this urge wins out.

“What does it feel like for you?” you ask, curious.

Jungkook frowns. “Magic is… a hum in the back of my mind, I guess. A hum, or a vibration. My emotions also affect it,” he adds, glancing your way. “Eventually, the hum spreads and I get what you mean about heightened awareness. For me, it feels like gravity shifts. I become more grounded. When I want the earth to do something, it just… listens.”

“Oh,” you say.

He glances at you, unsure. “What?”

“Nothing. That’s… unbelievably hot.”

A pleased smile spreads over his face. Sitting back, Jungkook’s hands tighten on the wheel and suddenly, the cabin seems a long way away.

“How long is the drive?” you pose.

“About forty-five minutes.”

“Huh.” You fidget a little.

“Why?”

Feeling his gaze on the side of your face, you shrug. “I have ideas for tonight, too.”

There’s a moment of silence before the car accelerates. Surprised, you laugh and grip the door handle. “Jungkook!” you scold, glancing sideways.

He blinks, the picture of innocence. “What? It seemed like you wanted me to go faster.”

“Sure, but preferably all in one piece.”

“You will. Trust me.”

And that’s the thing – you do. Trust him, that is.

Smiling slightly, you relax in your seat and lower the window. Skyscrapers have long since passed, turning to buildings, which became towns and fields. Eventually, the motion of the car lulls you to sleep. It’s been a long week of restless nights.

You wake when the car hits a bump, and you jerk suddenly upright. The sun casts long shadows over the dirt road you drive on.

“Sorry.” Jungkook winces. “This part can be rough. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Yawning, you stretch both arms overhead. “No, you’re fine. Are we close?”

Nodding, he keeps one hand on the wheel. Jungkook’s elbow is propped on his open window, a breeze ruffling hair from his face. Music plays, softly in the background.

“Five minutes.”

You nod and look around. Anticipation sketches over your skin, and you suppress a shiver. Knee bouncing along to the song on the radio, you reach a heightened state of awareness about tonight. Jungkook has never felt quite so tangible, or maybe you’ve never been so perceptive.

Turning down the next road, the car’s headlights bounce over trees and a mailbox before landing on a small, white house. Jungkook parks in the driveway as the sun slips towards the horizon.

Not opening the door, Jungkook drums his fingers against the wheel. You’re about to ask what’s wrong when he turns to face you.

“Now that we’re here, it feels kind of presumptuous,” he admits in a rush.

Having imagined the worst, you can’t stop your smile. Unbuckling your seatbelt, you push open the door. “Let’s go,” you declare, feet hitting the ground. “I’ve been waiting for months, Jungkook!”

His chuckle follows, the car turning off as you shut the door. Footsteps follow you up the front path, Jungkook catching you around the waist near the rhododendrons.

“And whose fault is that?” he growls, nipping the curve of your ear.

“Excuse me,” you say, breathless, “that I didn’t want to drown your bedroom.”

“Baby.” His ensuing laughter is soft. “The only way I want you in my bedroom is soaking wet.”

With that, he reaches beyond you and unlocks the front door. Ignoring your speechlessness, Jungkook steps around you and enters the house.

“You coming?” he calls, flipping on lights.

You stare after for a moment before you come to your senses. Muttering darkly, you slip off your shoes and shut the front door behind you. The hallway ends in a kitchen, cheerfully lit while Jungkook rummages through a cabinet.

“Tell me,” he says, standing to shut the door. “Are you hungry?”

“Uh…” Your face heats. “Well, I kind of thought…”

“Can’t have sex on an empty stomach.” Dropping a wink, Jungkook turns around to open another cupboard.

With a half-hearted eye roll, you sit on a stool and glance around. The kitchen cabinets are dark green with bronze handles. You would ask Jungkook if he helped, but his interior design skills leave something to be desired. Just because a person is creative one way doesn’t mean it automatically translates.

Vividly, you recall entering his apartment and being thoroughly confused by the multiple mattresses. Patiently, Jungkook explained they were for his dog, Bam – as though that made any difference.

Remembering this, you sit upright. “Hang on – where’s Bam?”

“Left him with Jimin,” Jungkook says, setting down a cutting board. “I sent him a voice note while you were sleeping.”

“Oh,” you say, sinking back on the stool. “That’s good.”

Nodding, Jungkook resumes preparing the meal. Propping your chin on one hand, you take in the small but well-loved home around you. Traces of Jungkook are everywhere in a road map of his life. Photos of Jungkook as a child are tacked to the refrigerator, his eyes a similar size but in a much smaller head. There’s one of him with his dad on the playground, another at graduation with his mom.

Your gaze lingers on one that looks like the yard of this house. A giant boulder fills the frame, while Jungkook sits, cross-legged, at the top. He can’t be older than ten, scowling furiously while his mom yells something upward. In the foreground, his dad takes the picture in selfie mode, giving a giant thumbs-up with a maniacal grin.

“That’s the first time I used my powers,” Jungkook says, catching you looking.

Half-guilty, you start but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Instead, he smiles. “I was something of a late bloomer. My parents were concerned, although they wouldn’t say it. One day, I was out playing, and my mom called me in for dinner.  I didn’t want to leave. Next thing I knew, I’d made a small cliff in the yard. My mom was furious,” he recalls with a laugh. “My dad was ecstatic. Keep going on and on about how I’d been ‘saving up.’ Anyways, they enrolled me in camp the next summer.”

“Camp?”

“To help with my magic,” says Jungkook, nodding at another photo. This one has Jungkook with his arms around three kids near his age. “Both my parents are Elementals – my mom, fire and my dad, earth. One of their friends runs a summer camp for Elementals. I went as soon as I could.”

“Oh,” you breathe, not having realized such things existed. Maybe you would’ve gone if your dad had lived longer. Or maybe you wouldn’t have – he was an only child without much family, which explained why you felt isolated after his death.

Sensing the change in emotion, Jungkook abandons his cooking. “My dad was adopted,” he admits, coming around the counter. “He didn’t even know he was an Elemental until he turned twelve. When his adoptive parents realized, they told him to hide it and my dad did for a long time. It wasn’t until meeting my mom that he started relearning.”

You aren’t sure how to respond, your throat suddenly tight.

Luckily, Jungkook doesn’t expect an answer. “Not that your situations are the same,” he hastens. “I don’t want to make comparisons, but I wanted to say it because… well, I wanted to let you know you’re not alone. You can learn now. I’ll help however I can.”

Warmth expands in your chest, replacing the sadness. “I don’t know what I did to deserve that,” you whisper.

Jungkook’s frown deepens. “I don’t think it’s about deserving help – although of course, you do. Things don’t just happen because someone deserves them. You didn’t deserve for your dad to die when he did. We both don’t deserve to live in a world that forces us to hide. None of that’s deserved, so why should you question when good things are good?”

“That’s exactly it, though,” you admit. “So many bad things have happened that were connected to my magic. Like earlier today – I finally confronted my mom, and I nearly drowned the city.”

He shakes his head, stubborn. “That’ll take time. Time and practice, but you will get there. I don’t have any doubts about that, Y/N. You don’t have to be scared of magic – it’s not going anywhere, and neither am I.”

You stare at each other and, oddly, you feel some of his strength. It would be impossible for so many people to have faith in you for no reason. If anything, it’s more foolish to continually assume you’ll fail.

After another long moment, Jungkook tears his gaze away. “Food,” he declares with a firm shake of his head. “Food first, then… other stuff.”

Laughing softly, you lean back. Jungkook chats while he cooks, explaining how his dad thoroughly proofed the house against several types of Elemental. His mom is a fire Elemental and his dad is earth, but they have several members of the extended family who are water.

“Essentially” – Jungkook chops vegetables – “this place could survive a 7-magnitude earthquake, followed by a fire and a flash flood. There are sprinklers in every room with drains in all corners. Furniture is water resistant and non-synthetic. Basically, go wild. No one will care.”

Your brows arch. “You might care if I burst another pipe in the ceiling. In my experience, that tends to ruin the mood.”

Lowly, he laughs and turns on the burner. “Fair enough,” Jungkook says. “If you don’t feel comfortable inside, we can start outside. I don’t mind a little rain if you don’t.”

Unthinkingly, your gaze lowers to where his t-shirt continues to stick to his skin. Obscene how good Jungkook looks in damp clothing.

As though sensing your thoughts, he smirks and flips the food in the pan.

“Okay,” you blurt. “Let’s try that.”

Eventually, you need to take a first step and now seems as good a time as any. Somewhere, somehow, you need to begin. Deep down, you know your fear is holding you back. You’re petrified of losing control, and every time you use your magic, the fear wins, creating new fear in an endless cycle.

By the time Jungkook slides a bowl of noodles towards you, your stomach is growling. Jungkook was right about needing to eat. The last traces of the day disappear while you slurp your noodles, catching each other up on your lost week. As it turns out, Jungkook was equally moody, causing minor trembles whenever he left his apartment.

You describe to him your week, voice trembling when you reach the phone call with your mom. Reaching across the counter, Jungkook grasps your hand tightly.

“It’s okay,” he says. “We don’t have to talk about that right now, if you don’t want.”

Thankful, you nod, and he retreats with your bowls. Bringing these to the sink, he loads the dishwasher and shuts the door with his hip.

“I do want to talk eventually,” you say, hesitant. “Just… not now. It’s too raw.”

“I get it.” He walks around the counter, stopping before you. “It’s hard to think about our parents as real people who also fuck up. Sometimes they do so in ways we can’t forgive.”

Nodding, you down at your hands. “Yeah.” Your brows furrow. “Your parents get it, though. They love you.”

“Sure.” Jungkook speaks carefully. “But that doesn’t mean we don’t hurt each other. Relationships are complicated. It’d be conceited for me to tell you what to do with your mom. Whatever you decide though, I’m here.”

His words spark a fire deep inside you, the opposite of fear and you reach up to pull his mouth down to yours. Surprised, Jungkook’s lips brush once, twice before the kiss becomes hungrier. When his head finally lifts, his gaze remains fixed on your mouth.

“Right,” he rasps.

“Outside?”

Jungkook nods so quickly, you nearly laugh. “Uh-huh, yeah – outside. Hang on,” he says, turning around to head for a closet.

About a minute later, Jungkook emerges with several blankets and a backpack he refuses to open. Handing over a blanket, he leads you by the hand towards the back door.

“Let’s go,” he commands.

Hiding a smile, you follow him into the night. A tiny garden is growing beyond the house, and you marvel at its permanency. You and your mom moved so often that you eventually stopped bothering to put down roots. Jungkook has been the first thing in a long time you’ve wanted to keep.

Lifting the latch on the gate, Jungkook leads you down a small path through the woods. By now, your eyes are accustomed to the semi-darkness. If one can even call it darkness, with the nearly full moon overhead. Your breath catches when the path ends in a meadow bordered on all sides by pine trees.

Retrieving your blanket, Jungkook spreads them both on the ground. Taking a seat, he motions for you to join and waits until you do. Leaning into his side, you stare at the sky.

“See that?” Jungkook points at the woods. “Dad pulled up that boulder to block deer from getting into the garden. Didn’t work. They just go around.”

Your lips twitch in a smile. “Bet your mom was mad.”

“Oh, no. She finds the ongoing battle hilarious. Secretly roots for the deer, I think.”

Even as you laugh, you feel a sharp pang of envy. Your mom has always been adamant your power isn’t something to be shared, something to be laughed at. It must have been wonderful to grow up in a household that used magic without fear.

The moment you think this, you realize you might have that now. Seokjin has always been supportive of your magic. Micah and Taryn suggested you teach a class for Elementals. Jungkook knows what you are, and he hasn’t run yet.

When you face him, Jungkook is already looking. His eyes roam your face, as though committing you to memory.

“Where did you go just now?” he murmurs, his hand inching closer on the blanket. “What were you thinking?”

Slyly, you tilt your head. “Oh, nothing. Just wondering how many ‘shakes the bed’ jokes you’ll let me get away with.”

Jungkook’s lips twitch. “Only one.”

“What about a good ‘you rock my world’ pun?”

“Ugh, zero,” he groans.

“What about –”

Growling, Jungkook falls backwards onto the blankets. “That’s it,” he demands, taking you with him. “That’s the last straw!”

“Stop it!” you gasp, giggling helplessly as he tickles your sides.

Smile broadening, Jungkook flops onto the blanket and goes still. Half-sprawled over his chest, you loop one arm over his waist and stare at the sky.

“You get two jokes,” Jungkook says. “And if they’re not good jokes, I’m allowed to dole out punishment as I see fit.”

“Is that a threat?”

“A promise,” he says, his smile wicked.

At the look in his eyes, the air between you thickens. Jungkook’s finger hooks under the hem of your blouse, tracing the skin just above your skirt.

Heat flows through your limbs. “Tell me,” you whisper, staring down. “How many other girls have you brought here?”

His low chuckle shakes you. “None.”

“None?” you blurt out. “Teenage Jungkook didn’t pull that rock trick with any youthful paramours?”

“No.” Gently, he lowers you onto your side. “Believe it or not, I was a nerdy teenager. Super into rocks. Loved superheroes. The only ground-shaking happening back then” – sadly, he shakes his head – “was when I lost at Overwatch.”

Your lips twitch in response. “Seriously, though.” Lightly, you drag a finger across his collarbone. “What, um, happens when you…”

Your gaze flicks upward, and you find him intent, focused on you.

“When I do what?” Jungkook murmurs.

“When you… come.”

His gaze has turned molten. “Usually, I can control myself.” Jungkook pauses, then grips you by the waist to pull you on top. A startled noise leaves you, and you steady yourself on his chest. “With you, though… let’s just say, I’m glad we started outside.”

Your mouth goes dry as your body settles to his. Minutely, you shift your hips over his and feel Jungkook’s hands tighten.

“Jungkook,” you whisper.

Reaching upward, he gently cups your jaw and brings your face down to his. The brush of his lips is soft at first, a call and response. When you exhale, his grip on you tightens, his tongue slipping past. Pulling you closer, Jungkook’s hand slides to the back of your neck.

His other hand fists in your blouse, abruptly sitting up to take you with him.

“Oh,” you gasp, arms sliding around him.

“Hey,” Jungkook murmurs, your noses barely touching.

His body is warm and solid beneath you, thighs spilled over his lap to land on either side. Curling one hand into your shirt, Jungkook’s chest rises and falls with yours.

“Can I take this off?” he asks, and you nod.

Slipping a hand higher, Jungkook lifts your shirt until it comes away. Tossed on the blanket, his hand skims your side before resuming the kiss. His mouth is hungry, savoring the feel of your bare skin with his palm. His touch moves higher, drifting beneath your breast as you shiver.

Rocking forward, you realize how hard he is. Cupping your breast with one hand, Jungkook teases your nipple, and you let out a moan. Swallowing the sound, he crushes your mouth to his. Your hands move to Jungkook’s hair, hips moving more urgently.

“Stop that,” he growls, pulling back. “You’ll ruin me before I have a chance to begin.”

“Seems fair, then,” you say with a smile.

Jungkook smirks, leaning back to observe your tits spilling over the bra. Running his finger along the line, he slips a finger past and tugs your bra down. Sharply, you inhale at the night air on your breast. Jungkook’s mouth is there a second later, nipping, then licking the sensitive bud.

Shifting on top, you arch to get him closer. Jungkook tugs down the other cup, pinching your breast with his fingers. Whimpering, you grasp his hair tightly and roll your hips.

Jungkook grunts in approval, his legs coming up to trap you against him. Switching to your other breast, he teases until you’re frantic, grinding against his fully clothed lap.

Now, you expect him to undress but Jungkook keeps his attention on you. Sliding his hand up your thigh, he slips under your skirt to cup your ass with one hand. Controlling your movement, he kneads your ass with his palm as you rock against him.

“Fuck – Jungkook,” you groan, your head tipped back.

Heated, he trails kisses down the line of your throat. “You’re thinking too much. Want to see you lose control. Let me take care of it.”

Too stunned to be coherent, you tug on his t-shirt. “This. Off,” you demand.

Pulling back, Jungkook grasps the material with one hand to remove. When his chest is revealed, you make a noise in response. Greedy, you drag your palms down his firm chest. His tattoos entwine, a tapestry of ink across his tanned muscle.

Bending, you press a kiss to a lily and feel Jungkook shudder. Continuing your path, you flick your tongue against his brown nipple and are rewarded with a groan.

“Enough,” Jungkook demands, slapping you on the ass. “Up.”

Surprised, you jerk upright. Heat suffuses your skin, radiating from the same spot his palm covers. Seeming to understand, Jungkook massages the same spot over the fabric of your panties.

“What?” you exhale, thoroughly distracted.

Jungkook smirks, both brows lifted. “Stand up. It’s important, I swear.”

Gathering your senses, you manage to stand. Jungkook remains seated before you while he blatantly ogles. Running his tongue over his lower lip, the bulge in his jeans looks painful, although he doesn’t seem to notice.

“That skirt has to go.” His gaze lifts. “Please.”

Without breaking eye contact, you shimmy the skirt down your legs. Stepping aside, you push this away and step back. Lifting himself to his knees, Jungkook grips the skin of your ankles. His hands slide upward with agonizing slowness, hovering when he reaches the top of your thighs.

“Jungkook,” you murmur. “What are you doing?”

He looks up, his gaze dark. Only then does he drag both thumbs back, over your aching center. Although your panties remain, your knees nearly buckle.

“Ah.” Jungkook pauses, then repeats the motion. “Right there?”

“Fu-ck,” you groan.

He does this again, casually touching over your cotton panties. Breasts aching to be touched, you lift your palms to cup their weight with both hands. Jungkook watches, his gaze intent while he watches you tug at your nipples.

Abruptly, Jungkook pulls your panties aside to lean in and lick. Now, your knees do buckle, feeling his tongue slip through your folds. Chuckling darkly, Jungkook sits back and places your panties where they were.

Laying down on the blanket, he motions to his chest. “Kneel,” he says. “You can keep touching your tits if you want, but I need to make you come.”

The kernel of heat in your chest is now a storm, clouds gathering overhead as you kneel on the blanket. The moment your knees hit the ground, his hands find your waist, moving you into position. Turning his head, Jungkook brushes a soft kiss to your thigh.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, tracing his index finger down your soaked center. “Already so wet, and I’ve barely touched you. I thought about this a lot,” he admits, gaze lifting to yours. “Thought about how tight and wet you’d feel around a few of my fingers. Bouncing up and down on my hand to make yourself come.”

“Oh,” you breathe, entranced.

Lips tilted, Jungkook pulls aside your damp panties. His thumb swipes over your clit – once, twice, until he feels you tremble. Grasping your ass, he pulls you lower and makes direct eye contact when he licks.

“Oh, god,” you choke out.

Other men have eaten you out, but it’s usually a pleasant, if unremarkable event. Being with Jungkook is different. No one has ever done this as though you’re the main course, as though they get off on your pleasure as much as their own.

Hand tight on your waist, Jungkook spreads your ass while sucking on your clit. Moaning, you bend to place both hands on the ground. Jungkook grunts his approval, sucking again before pulling back for light licks. You can feel your arousal sliding down your thighs, but he doesn’t seem to notice or mind.

“Yeah.” Jungkook pauses, tracing your entrance with his finger. “That’s so hot, Y/N. You’re so fucking hot.”

Face burning, you can feel the water gathering in clouds overhead. The earnestness in his voice ignites your pleasure to a full-on inferno.

“More,” you demand, wriggling your hips. “Please, Jungkook.”

Eyes gleaming, he reaches up to spread your thighs further. Resuming eating you out, he moves you against him with loud approval. Your panties continue getting in the way until, with a frustrated noise, you hear fabric shred.

Eyes wide, you glance down as Jungkook throws them aside. “I’ll get you new ones,” he says, his voice hoarse, before diving back in.

“Oh – god!” you gasp, gripping his hair when he sucks even harder.

The clouds overhead darken, and rain starts to fall. Jungkook pauses to glance upward, then grins. “That’s it, baby,” he coaxes. “Want you to soak me. Give me everything, okay? Don’t hold back.”

Pulling you down again, his tongue swirls around your clit. Jungkook’s hands remain on your ass, cupping you reverently while you grip his hair. Unapologetic, you start riding his face while he works you open.

Tracing your entrance with his finger, Jungkook gets himself wet before he slips inside. Your entire body clenches, shaking with the impending force of your orgasm. Everything pulses – the rain, your blood, his heart and his tongue.

When he adds a second finger, you cry out, head tipped back. Clenching hard on his hand, shudder after shudder rolls through you as the sky breaks. Sheets of rain drench your skin while Jungkook continues to lick, bringing you down from your orgasm.

Catching your breath, the rain slows to a drizzle. Dazed, you slump forward as Jungkook slides his two fingers out. Grasping you around the waist, he settles you beside him and smiles. Jungkook’s torso is damp with rain and arousal, and you think no one has ever looked so beautiful.

“Jungkook,” you moan. “Why’d you stop?”

Huffing a laugh, he pulls you close to his side. “Did you want to keep going?” he teases.

“Obviously.”

“Hm.” Hand slipping down your spine, he firmly cups your ass. “Maybe you’re tired. Are you sure once wasn’t enough?”

Lifting a brow, drape your thigh over his so he can feel how wet you are. Jungkook’s eyes narrow, fingers digging harder into the curve of your waist. From where you are, you can see the painful bulge in his pants.

“I’m not tired,” you promise. “Are you?”

Rather than answer, Jungkook pulls you down for a kiss. One of his hands finds your knee, sliding higher to skim your drenched pussy from behind. You swallow a moan when his jeans rub your clit. Fingers tracing your entrance, Jungkook spreads your pussy with delicious slowness.

Breathless, you move against him in a helpless bid for friction. Jungkook keeps you still, controlling the motion despite your desperation.

“I want your pants off,” you demand against his lips.

Jungkook chuckles and lays back on the blanket. “Alright.”

Grasping his belt, he unbuckles and pulls the strap through his jeans. Unbuttoning these, he shoves denim past his thighs to cast it aside. When he’s in just boxer-briefs, Jungkook pulls you closer to lay on his chest.

“God,” he breathes, marveling at your skin. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Rain that you’ve called slicks both you and him. Lowering your head, you breathe Jungkook in and rock your hips forward. Jungkook’s fingers trace your center, easing your thighs wider to slip a finger inside.

“Oh,” you moan, slightly breathless.

Beneath you, his cock feels rock-hard. Pushing against him, you feel Jungkook’s finger moving and know that this must be torture. Continuing to tease, you rub your nipples over his chest.

“Jungkook,” you whimper. “I want you.”

Lips twitching, he adds a second finger. “You can barely take two of my fingers. Think you’re ready for my cock?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not,” he drawls, slapping your ass again. “But yeah, take my cock out. Want to feel you.”

Reaching lower, you push his boxers down the best you can. Jungkook’s cock is freed, bobbing between you. You forgot how big he is. Although you’ve seen him twice, both times ended poorly, and you tried not to think about his prettiness afterwards.

And how thick his length is. Swallowing, you eye his girth and wonder if Jungkook is right – you’re not ready. Maybe you never will be.

Gently, Jungkook cups your face to return your gaze to his. “Eyes on me,” he murmurs, thumb beneath your chin. “I’ll get you there. Don’t worry.”

Some of your tension disappears. Nodding, you relax when he lowers his hand to rub your clit in circles. Exhaling, your legs spread further when Jungkook adds a third finger. The stretch feels good, being spread from behind and you lower your head to stare down your body.

Jungkook’s abs end in a v, his cock so hard it hovers above his skin, a thick bead of cum gathered at the tip. Your mouth waters at the sight.

“Jungkook,” you breathe. “Want to suck your cock.”

He pauses what he’s doing to look up, heavy-lidded.

“What, baby?” he murmurs.

“I want your cock in my mouth,” you insist, sitting up. “Please.”

His eyes gleam and Jungkook slowly sits up, easing you on top. Pulling his fingers free, he grasps your waist.

“Since you asked nicely.” His smile is crooked. “Go on.”

Inhaling sharply, you scoot backwards. Kneeling over him, you swiftly bend to grasp the base of his length. His cock stands, erect and vascular between muscled thighs.

Your hand barely fits around him, and you clench at the realization he’ll soon be inside. Spreading your thighs, you lower yourself to take him in your mouth. Jungkook groans when you suck, shifting his weight underneath.

His chest rises and falls, watching from lowered lashes as you take him in deeper. Choking a little, you use your spit to make his shaft wet. When his fingertips curl into the blanket, you feel a low tremble in the earth. Emboldened, you relax your mouth and deep throat him.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Jungkook groans. “Yes.”

Using your right hand to jerk him off, you suck the tip. Bending further, you drag your tongue lower, teasing and tormenting until Jungkook is sweating.

“Fu-ck,” he mutters, one hand on your neck. “Yeah, Y/N. Yes. Like that. Good girl.”

His hips rise when you deep-throat him, another tremor shaking the world underneath. Suddenly, he grasps your waist and pulls you upward.

“Want to come inside you,” Jungkook demands. “Not like this.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” Reaching below, he swipes two fingers through your pussy and brings these to his mouth. Not breaking eye contact, he slowly sucks. “Fuck,” Jungkook breathes, releasing them with a pop. “You’re so wet. You liked sucking my cock, huh?”

Nodding, your arms find his neck when he does it again. Jungkook fingers you slowly before, pulling out, reaches for the backpack. Unzipping the side, he retrieves a condom and lube. Breaking open a packet, he rolls the condom over himself and slicks it up.

“This good?” he murmurs, pulling you onto his lap.

Breathless, you nod, both hands on his shoulders. Slowly, your hips lower until he brushes your entrance. Stifling a gasp, you watch his eyes narrow.

“Don’t be quiet.” Using his hands, Jungkook guides you lower. “I want to hear you, Y/N.”

His cock enters barely an inch, only to stop, your head spinning. Jungkook’s grip tightens, a muscle fluttering in his jaw with visible restraint.

“Oh,” you breathe and look down. “You’re so big.”

“You can take it.” Jungkook speaks as though it’s a given.

Pleasure surges and you lower yourself another inch. It already feels like too much, too full of an already great thing. Cupping the back of your neck, Jungkook holds you against him and moves you slightly lower.

You wait for your body to catch up, muscles relaxing to sink down a bit more. This happens again and again, your body accommodating his thick girth. The lube is essential, easing you open while he takes his time. Jungkook helps you through it, teasing you with his fingers, kissing you deeply until your hips settle with his.

“Oh,” you whisper against his lips.

The position is more intimate than you thought it’d be. Seated like this, you sit face to face and feel his length inside. It’s hard to tell where you end, and he begins. Jungkook shifts, moving deeper and your entire world expands.

“Oh,” you repeat, lifting your hips. Slowly, you drop back down.

Jungkook’s groan is guttural, coming from a place deep inside. Gripping your ass, he helps you ride him – slowly, he moves you up and down on his cock. Each time you feel fuller, his length hitting a place that makes you incandescent. Rain drizzles, then stops, then starts to fall harder.

Neither of you notice, the pace increasing until you find yourself slamming down, fingernails digging into the curve of his shoulders. Grunting, his hand remains on your ass while you move on his cock.

“Fuck, yes,” Jungkook groans, watching your chest. “You’re unbelievable, Y/N.”

“You feel so fucking good,” you whimper, reaching backwards. Gripping his knees, you use these for leverage to fuck up and down.

Jungkook stares at you, dazed, and then surges forward. Bending, he sucks your nipple as you ride him, a loud moan escaping. Chest arched, you beg for more and Jungkook obeys, moving to your other breast. His other hand stays on your ass, guiding the motion of your hips with his.

You think you could do this forever and maybe you could if this weren’t your first time together. Three months of wanting and not having him have turned you desperate. You want more. Deeper. Harder. You want to feel Jungkook undone, and you want that now.

“Jungkook,” you breathe. “I need… more.”

“More?” Lifting his head, Jungkook searches. “How? Tell me what you want.”

Continuing to move your hips, you watch his face slacken. “I you to fuck me, Jungkook,” you pant, the words spilling out. “Want you to make me come without… without worrying.”

His brow lifts. “Is that all? Want me to fuck you from behind like the dirty girl you are?”

“Yes, please,” you gasp.

Lifting yourself from his cock, you ignore the sudden emptiness and turn around. Placing both hands on the blanket, you arch your back and look backwards.

Jungkook stares at you, still and you know what he must see. Legs spread, back arched and pussy on full display. You can feel how wet you are, arousal dripping from your cunt, already stretched by his cock.

“Fuck,” Jungkook mutters, scrambling upright. Getting on his knees, he positions himself behind you. Swiping through your pussy several times, he grabs the lube and dribbles more down your folds.

Dropping this, Jungkook bends and rubs your swollen clit. Positioning his cock at your entrance, Jungkook pushes inside with a single thrust. You go from absolutely nothing to being so full, you cry out his name.

Grasping the blanket, your back arches. Jungkook stays like that for a moment, letting you feel him. One hand grips your ass, sliding up your spine to push you lower. Breathless, you obey and rest both elbows on fabric.

“Just like that.” Jungkook slips two fingers to either side of his cock. Gathering lube, he slips this up and over your asshole. You whimper, turned on by the notion.

Slowly, he pulls his length out and pushes back in. Another noise escapes, fingers scrambling in blankets to push back against him.

“Please, Jungkook,” you groan. “Harder.”

“Harder?” Excruciatingly slowly, Jungkook does it again. “You need to earn it, baby. Let me know that you want this.”

Withdrawing, he pushes in leisurely from behind. He does it again and again until your toes start to curl, ass pushing backwards to take him deeper. Storm clouds roil while your frustration mounts, the need for him inside you a tangible feeling.

Eventually, you snap and turn your head around. “I swear,” you demand, gaze fixed on his. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll find someone who will.”

Jungkook’s eyes dance. “You can try,” he promises, and pulls out again.

This time, Jungkook doesn’t hold back. Rain breaks, soaking the meadow when he starts pounding inside you. Jungkook’s hips slam to yours, over and over while his cock fills you.

Gasping his name, you see stars as you come together. Again and again, until you cry with pleasure and something else – something untethered and new. Reaching between your legs, you push yourself further as the pleasure builds. Feeling you flutter around him, Jungkook growls and chases his own release.

“You first,” he pants, his grip tight. “I can feel how close you are. Such a good girl, soaking my cock like I asked.”

His voice in your ear, his cock deep inside you, pushes you over the edge and shatters you to pieces. You hear the trust in his words, behind every touch while giving you parts of himself. Jungkook thrusts into you harder, shuddering into the condom as the ground shakes beneath you. Miraculously, you aren’t thinking about anything but him – not the storm, not the earth and not even your magic.

Gradually, his hips slow and Jungkook slowly pulls out. Removing the condom, he cleans you both off and pulls you down to the blanket. Stretching your limbs, the rain slows to a drizzle as your eyes open.

Nothing exists in Jungkook’s gaze but happiness, echoing yours. Pressing closer to him, your limbs entwine as you push back his hair. Suddenly sleepy, you stretch alongside him – only to notice the giant crack in the earth.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, eyes wide. “The ground!”

Craning his neck, Jungkook notices the spot. “Oops,” he says sheepishly, turning back. “Guess I got carried away.”

Shocked by his nonchalance, your gaze flicks to his. “Aren’t you… embarrassed?”

Burrowing into your neck, he pulls you closer. “Should I be? I’ll fix it – tomorrow,” Jungkook adds. “That took a lot out of me,” he chuckles, and you feel your cheeks heat.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “That was…”

“For me, too.”

Looking up, your brow furrows. “Do you think that’ll happen every time?”

“What, the giant rainstorm and the earthquake?” Seeing your face, his own softens. “I don’t know. It’s never been like that for me before.”

Something about the way Jungkook says this, almost shy, quiets a voice in your mind. The voice that insists on questioning every good thing. Pressing a light kiss to your forehead, Jungkook lies down alongside you. The two of you stay like that for a while, the clouds parting above to show a velvety sky.

Eventually, your silence turns to conversation. Everything you’ve hidden from each other trickles outward, in slow doses. Jungkook murmurs about his family, his childhood and the times he lost control. You tell him about art, about Taryn and Micah, about the easel being the one place you feel capable of using your magic.

Before long, Jungkook is hard and this time, you pull him on top. You come again – and again, your rain responding in droves. The last time, it's only a drizzle, and Jungkook barely shudders the earth. It helps, knowing what to expect and focusing solely on him.

At some point, you must doze off because you wake in Jungkook’s arms walking through the garden. He brings you upstairs, lending you toothpaste and a t-shirt from one of the bedrooms. Slipping under the covers, you smile at Jungkook when he joins you.

Before, sleeping over was impossible but now, things are different. Jungkook knows who you are. He knows everything about you and loves you anyways. Heart soaring, you trace the panes of his face in the dark. So different from the night you broke up.

Sleepy, he smiles. “Just try and break up with me,” Jungkook mumbles, turning his face from the pillow. “See what happens.”

You giggle, pressing a kiss to his chest. “That sounds like a challenge. Are you angling for make-up sex?”

“That part was fun,” he admits. “Everything else sucked.”

“It did.” Your smile fades. “Would it freak you out if I said… I don’t plan on us breaking up for a very long time? Possibly ever?”

Jungkook’s eyes open. Gently, he leans forward and captures your lips with his. This kiss is unrushed, unhurried and you hear the unsaid words. You have all the time in the world together.

“Never sounds good to me,” he murmurs, pulling back. Like that, fully grounded, you drift off into sleep.

© kpopfanfictrash, 2023. Do not copy or repost without permission.

Author’s Note: THANK YOU for reading! Have a wonderful day/night, wherever you are :) and stream the new single LOL

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Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader Rating: Explicit Genre: Fluff, smut, angst / athlete!jungkook, artist!jungkook Word count: 24,263

Summary: Jungkook only cares about three things: Baseball, painting and his team, but soon he’s adding you to that list when love comes flying at him fast and hard, knocking him right on his ass. 

A/N: …. listen…. idk how 24k happened, but it did. I can’t stand looking at this any longer lol so please forgive any minor mistakes. Big shout out to @taechulo for helping me out with the plot for this bad boy & @jacksonsjams for being such a wonderful beta reader 💕

It could have been his imagination, but Jin swears he feels the slightest tickle of rain on his face, so he reaches out his hand, palm upturned, to confirm his suspicions.

“Hmm.” He narrows his eyes at his dry hand, then glowers up at the overcast sky and heaves an irritated sigh. The weather forecast had lied. Again. This was the second time this week that, instead of sunshine and high temperatures, they were instead given downpour and gloom. Well, it wasn’t pouring yet, but Jin wasn’t about to get his hopes up.

“Alright boys, let’s pick up the pace. I want to get in at least some practicing before it starts to rain,” Jin calls over to his team, all stretching their limbs and grumbling a collective ‘Yes coach.’ They all look as miserable as Jin assumes they feel and just the tiniest part of him feels almost sorry for making them practice. Almost. The team needs to kick their practicing into high gear if they want to be ready in time for the new season and that meant no slacking, so Jin shakes off the slight guilt with ease.

He instructs half the team to do interval throwing – a partner drill where they throw the ball back and forth - while the other half of the team does base running.

Three rows down, doing the interval drill, Jungkook nurses a wicked headache and catches the ball that comes whizzing at him from the opposite end. He throws it back and Jimin catches it in his glove easily, yawning tiredly and putting little effort into his next throw.

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Satisfaction 

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | JUNGKOOK VERSION 

Despite growing up in the same neighbourhood you barely recognised the once slender, spotty, flat haired Jungkook from high school when you bumped into him one day; but he sure remembered you. After setting a date to get drinks together one thing soon lead to another and before you knew it your clothes were shed and his biggest fantasy came to life. Turns out Jungkook had been planning this for a very long time.

And you had no idea.

masterlist | ask | song

WARNINGS: smut, 18+ readers only! pure filth, slight yandere!jungkook. male masturbation, oral (f receiving), rough sex, drinking, swearing. mentions of past infidelity 

WORD COUNT: 8k

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“Snippets out of the adventure, you and Jungkook call “your life together”. This is a collection of drabbles all in the name of The Cocktail Trilogy couple. They all play after the events of the main story.”

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader, occasional Taehyung x f.Reader & Taehyung x Jungkook

Genre: Smut, Fluff, slice of life!AU, established relationship!AU, domestic!AU, tattoo artist!Jungkook, restaurant owner!OC

~ Part 3 of “The Cocktail Trilogy” ~

#01 – Telephone Booth

Smut | when Jungkook calls you in the middle of the night ‘cause he’s horny.

#02 – Bon Appetit 

Smut | when Jungkook wakes you up with his face between your legs. 

#03 - Find Together 

Romance, Angst, Smut | when words can’t solve your fight, you let your bodies do the talking

#04 – Spooning and Netflix

Smut, Fluff | when you give Jungkook a handjob whilst spooning

#05 – Peg Me

Smut | when you finally get to peg Jungkook

#06 – A Favour

Smut | when you and Jungkook take Taehyung’s virginity

#07 - Private Show

Smut | when Jungkook surprises you with a striptease

#08 – Grumpy Showers

Smut | when Jungkook is grumpy and wants to fuck lol

#09 - A Regular Thing

Smut | when you and Jungkook fulfill Taehyung’s wish to get fucked

#10 - Rematch

Smut, mild Angst | when you and Jungkook make up after a fight

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