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I slowed Love Is Not Over to 95% and took the pitch down a tiny bit

Not just s-ex

Jungkook x f.reader

-> slight amut, angst, fluff

-> warnings: TW! - mentions of r4pe. , unprotected sex, slut shaming, angry Jungkook, high sex drive reader, crying, they get into nasty argument :(

☆ ------ ︻╦╤─ ҉ -¨ * ‧₊˚*♡ * *” ♡. ♡ ------ ☆

Jungkook didn't know what to do about you. When you first told him about having a high sex drive he didn't think much of it. He lost his virginity to you, he didn't know anything else but you so he understood everything about your body, but recently you've been asking for sex way more than you usually do.

You two spend more time having sex than actually hanging out together. So he's going to confront you in the nicest way possible.

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"F-faster please koo!" You whine out as Jungkooks cock hits every right spot inside of you, you swear he's all inside your tummy. Making you feel euphoric.

His hips snap against yours as he feels you clenching around him, knowing you're about to cum. You feel his thrust get sloppier as you let out high pitched screams, not caring about the neighbors. It wasn't short after until Jungkook gave you your third cream pie of the night. Yay unprotected sex your favorite. (Don't do it you'll die.)

After you two were finished, Jungkook was exhausted. You two went at it for 3 rounds and he is completely out of it. You two cleaned yourselves up and changed the cum stained sheets. Jungkook layed down on his spot, holding you close as he kisses you goodnight and tries to close his eyes to drift away in his own little dream land. Until he felt you shift and move onto his body.

He opens his eyes and let's out a little sigh. Of course you're still horny. Of course you still want to have sex.

"Baby.. look we'll do it tomorrow night I promise I'm just very tired so-" You cut him off with your bratty little voice

"Mmm but I want you s-so so.. so bad. Want it again" you started to rub yourself against Jungkooks soft crotch. You and Jungkook usually do this. You thought he was just doing the silly little foreplay like usually.. but he wasn't.

His hands gently hold your hips still, preventing you from making any movement. You pout your lips and remove his hands, putting them on your breast instead

"You can have me all the time. Always want you.." you started to grind on his crotch again, letting out small moans when your clit rubs against his clothed cock.

His once soft hands turn aggressive, you yelp when you feel jungkook slightly above you off of him. It actually kind of hurt he wasn't being very gentle.

"Ohhh I know what you want" you giggle and try to remove Jungkooks boxers, still thinking it'd apart of your little foreplay you two usually do, forgetting about his harsh grip.

Jungkook sighs angrily and grips your wrist and shoves you harder away from him. His grip was hard and left redness on your wrist. You yelp a small "Jungkook.." before he responds

"God damn it ___ can you stop being a horny freak for once and leave my cock alone Jesus christ." You didn't know you were going something wrong. You thought he wanted to..

"I- ... I thought-.. this was never a problem before I mean-"

"No, maybe if you weren't such a fucking slut begging for dick every hour this wouldn't be a problem. You're a whore. No self respect for yourself what so ever."

You couldn't believe Jungkook was this mad with you. If he would have actually talked to you before hand you wouldn't do anything he's uncomfortable with, never.

Tears escape your eyes as you make tiny sobs but Jungkooks mouth keeps running. His mouth keeps going as he gets up and starts dressing, like he's going somewhere. This only makes your breathing get harder.

"Do you even know all the stories I heard about you? All the men that's confessed of being inside of you without protection? They even had evidence, everyone at my fucking Job knows. That's why I fear fucking you raw, don't know what kind of disease I'll catch."

And that's where he crossed the line.

You wrap your body in your fluffy pink robe, quickly getting up to face him. His irritated face faces your pink puffy one with tears streaming down.

You slap him.

"How fucking dare you. How could you s-say that to me. I know I have a problem I'm sorry. Maybe if you just talk to me this wouldn't be a problem. I... I w-was fucking räpĕd by .. by 4 boys in high-school and they never got punishment for it. Sorry that it'll fuck me up in ways."

Jungkooks eyes widen when he hears his words. Well he's a fucking asshole. Before he could say anything you beat him to his problem pity words

"Don't care what you say. Don't want to see you please leave, we can talk later. Not tonight."

-

That night you went to bed alone. For the first time in 2 years you slept in bed without him by your side. It was a long night. Thoughts rambling in both of your minds, Regret and pain. You regretted taking your past sexual frustration on him and not telling him your dark past. It was painful. Jungkook regretted saying all those nasty things to you and not listening to the screams of help you silently screamed. It was painful because he hurt the one he truly loved. He hurt you and it hurt him to know that you were hurt. It hurts him to see you crumble apart because of him.

It wasn't that long after Jungkook stopped crashing at his cousins soyeons place. You and him talked it out. You opened up to him completely and he listened. He reminded you how much he loved you. He reminded not just you but himself how much of a fucking idiot he is.

You're getting help with your high sex drive problem. Of course you and Jungkook still have sex, just instead of every day its twice a week. It feels good. It feels good knowing that you can feel good without sexual acts. That you can feel good with the one you love, and his name is Jeon Jungkook.

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( hope you guys enjoyed this. It's short but it's something. Love all of y'all and thank you so much for reading my fics. I have longer ones coming soon!! You can always leave requests too <3!!) - stargirl ☆

*Jungkook is so babygirl I need to write more sub!jk.*

Over The Odds | Terms & Conditions

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 5k

Jungkook gives you an offer you’d be a fool to refuse

warnings: swearing, drinking, degrading, fingering, rough mirror sex (and pls always wear a seatbelt)

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(imagine) ; taehyung sending you a video with this message: ‘i miss you  so fucking much baby. i need you so bad, i wish you were here. those  pretty lips around my cock.’ he tried to stay as quiet as possible, since  it was pretty late at the hotel that him & all of the boys were staying at,  but when he was getting close, he just couldn’t help but get a little louder,  imagining you there with him. 

first & last | jjk.

↠ main pairing: best friend!jungkook x virgin!reader

↠ fic type: one shot, friends to lovers

↠ genre: smut

↠ word count: 4.2k

↠ warnings: alcohol consumption (they aren’t drunk, just a lil tipsy), explicit language, dry humping, finger sucking, light dirty talk, hand job, cum play

↠ summary: during a game of never have i ever, jungkook finds out that you haven’t had your first kiss yet and decides to show you how it’s done. 

a/n: eeeeep! i’m so happy to finally have smth up for jk again bc it’s been awhile n we all know i’m whipped for this man. enjoy! feedback is always appreciated. xo

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Microwave (Mis)adventures (M)

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader Genre | Fluff, slight angst, smut / college!AU, roommates/housemates!AU, enemies to lovers!AU,  Warnings | Explicit language, lots of sarcastic banter, pillow-humping, masturbation, kitchen blowjob (!!!), eating out, fingering, creampie, cum-eating, unprotected sex  Word count | 20k

Out of all things to be afraid of, Jungkook, the seat-stealer of your 8am class and annoying housemate whom you despise with every fiber of your being, chooses to have a phobia of microwaves, but he loves buying microwaveable food – because come on, they’re irresistible – and you somehow find yourself getting dragged into his microwaves (mis)adventures. Cue chaos, sarcasm-laced banter and an unplanned romance.

After attending college for a good three hellish but somewhat fun (only because you live to torture yourself) semesters, there are six things that you think you’ve mastered. 

Sleeping at 6am and waking up just on time for your 9am the next day and ready to kick some ass. 

Relying on coffee – a true college student’s lifeblood – to survive the day. 

Pretending that you have your shit together – people around you think you have everything under control. You’re part of your faculty club, the editor of your school’s publication and also on the freaking dean’s list and have an immaculate GPA to maintain. 

Being a bitch because college has a lot of dumb people and you don’t understand how there are so many people with just one brain cell, that is almost close to none. 

Making lists because checking off each task from your list is as satisfying as sleeping in on a Friday. 

Making routines and sticking to them. 

So If there’s any skill that you’ve mastered, it should be these few, though it’s highly unfortunate that you can’t list any of the aforementioned skills in your resume. Skill number six is also your pet peeve and you just abhor, detest, loathe, fucking hate it when your routine gets all screwed up and just about everyone around you knows how anal you are about following your routines and you won’t hesitate to throw hands if something goes awry.

You’ve never imagined that you would actually be throwing hands until you see some stranger occupying your usual seat at your 8am lecture, for fuck’s sake. You’re not being territorial. There’s no such thing as assigned seats in college, but after the first week or so, people just got in the habit of sitting in the same spot – it’s like an unspoken decision. But your favourite seat is taken. Rudely taken by a mob of dark hair who’s casually scrolling through his phone. 

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Jungkook Solo Moans - BTS - Imagine you and him

I actually was proud of this one.

⤷ the cost of jealousy — jjk (m)

pairing: possessive bf!jungkook x fem!reader

rating: explicit, not safe for minors

synopsis: seeing you flirting around at an event dedicated to him made jungkook's blood boil, so much that he ended up dragging you to the nearest restroom and remind you who you belonged to there

word count: 3.7k

warnings: very detailed explanation, hard dom!jungkook, he's extremely possessive and jealous also a tease, rough themes, creamp*e, petnames, unprotected s*x, spank*ng , chok*ng, bit*ng, jungkook has a daddy k*nk (sorry if thats cringy), overst*mulation, public s*x, this is basically pure p*rn, some words are censored, let me know if there's more

note: there's no stroyline continuation but this is a part two of the fic jealous, hope you enjoy!

Jungkook regretted everything right now, bringing you with him was a mistake, he really should’ve known better. 

You were currently at the private party that was thrown to celebrate the success of Jungkook’s collaboration campaign with Calvin Klein, but despite him being the main event of the night, you were showing interest in everybody except for him. 

Yeah he got it, you were friendly and outgoing by nature but come on now, let’s be serious, he knew you too well to not notice your ulterior motives. 

You were trying to get him jealous, that was all this was about. 

Because with all due respect, he really loved Son Heungmin too but, he couldn’t be that funny now though could he? 

Jungkook was probably — no no, definitely funnier but why the hell were you throwing yourself upon him as you laughed at every random word that came out of his mouth? 

Like honestly, Jungkook was right there, right freaking next to you and he was getting pissed, really really pissed. 

You wearing that mini dress despite his will was one thing and now you were acting like this? You were overstepping, teasing his limits which clearly showed that you were asking to be put in place and luckily, he knew just what to do to put you back in line.

Clearing his throat, “Can you excuse us for a second?” Jungkook kindly asked towards the sportsman you were busy flirting with, placing his empty champagne glass on the table as he grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you away from the crowd that surrounded you. 

“Is there something wrong?” You asked as you tried to catch up with his fierce steps, furrowing your brows as you followed him towards the aisle where the restrooms were.

“Jungkook?” 

Ignoring your repetitive questions, Jungkook briefly checked your surroundings before getting inside the men’s room, pulling you inside along with himself, pushing you against the door as he locked it behind the two of you. 

Oh thank god, he thought, there seemed to be no one around which meant that you could finally have some privacy, since he really needed it for the things that he was planning on doing to you. 

Noticing the change of his gaze, “Jungkook, what are you doing?” you questioned once again, stiffing up against the door as he left almost no gap between your bodies. 

“What am I doing?” he repeated after you, poking his cheek with his tongue as he reached down to his pants, hands skillfully unbuckling his belt. “Funny, I’ve been meaning to ask you the same y/n.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You gulped down, knowing the answer to your question very well as you watched him inhale a deep breath while taking his belt out, it was all a part of your plan after all. 

Your plan of getting him infuriatingly jealous. 

Jungkook was the most jealous boyfriend on the face of earth yet despite knowing that, you had the nerves to flirt with guys around him all night, at an event that was dedicated to him so yeah, without a doubt you knew what he meant to say. 

But he had it coming, he deserved to be teased, so regardless of what was about to happen, you regretted nothing. 

“Is Heungmin really that funny?” He blurted out, folding his belt in two, hitting the sink marble right next to where you were standing with it, “hm, y/n?” 

Okay after a second thought, maybe, just maybe you might have overstepped with the whole getting him jealous plan. And maybe, you have started to regret it a little, just a little though. 

“Jungkook—”

“Why were you throwing yourself on him all night, huh?” He gritted his teeth, eyes turning darker and darker with every word, “You thought I wouldn’t notice?” 

“I wasn’t—”

Uh oh, he was angry— angrier than you imagined him to be, this was bad. 

“Don’t lie to me!” He raised his voice, tattooed hand coming up to squeeze your throat as he pressed you against the door, sandwiching you there by using his strength, “Was he the reason why you insisted on wearing this dress too?” He hissed, veins on his neck popping out as he spoke, “You wanted to show some skin for him, is that it?” 

“N-no—” you gasped, grabbing on his forearm as he choked you, “I p-picked this f-for you.” 

Over your answer, Jungkook let go of your neck, noticing your struggle to breathe. It wasn’t his intention to go hard on you, he didn’t like doing that but as you can guess, he couldn’t exactly control himself very well when his blood was literally boiling inside.   

He wanted— no, he needed to rip your dress off and fuck you out in the open until you lost your voice yet since he couldn’t do that for the sake of his job, he had another brilliant idea to punish you with. 

“Liar, you’re such a bad liar.” He whispered, unfolding his belt as he brought it to your lips, “Bite,” He ordered, voice husky as he spoke, “and stop talking, I don’t wanna hear another word coming out of your lying, dirty mouth.” 

You did as you were told and followed his command, legs shaking as you felt no different than an ant before him. He looked so serious with every word he said, even the tone of his voice had you weak on the knees. 

Taking out his jacket, Jungkook tossed it over one of the cabinet doors, carefully folding his sleeves as he eyed you up and down. Sigh, that dress you were wearing, it was gonna be the death of him. 

It was a long dress but unfortunately, had a very deep slit that he didn’t like, which almost reached up to your pubis and caused a lot of  your skin to be displayed for eyes besides his own. That was wrong, he should’ve been the only one who’s allowed to see thus far, didn’t you know that?

Since it seemed like you forgot, guess he had to give you a punishment for that now, to remind you of his rights and wrongs as your boyfriend, and as the guy who owned you. 

You were his, only his, but how could you be so blunt with your actions? He thought you knew better than this, tch tch, he was disappointed in you, you really needed to be taught a lesson. 

Reaching his hand to that said slit, Jungkook lifted your skirt up, humming as he brushed his fingers over your clothed core. “You’re wet.” He stated, playing with the fabric of your underwear, “I bet you were waiting for this moment all night long, didn’t you?” 

Yes, hell yes you were, he wasn’t wrong, not in the slightest bit. 

It was your main purpose of the night to get him so angry, so jealous that he would lose his mind and from what you saw, it worked out hella well. 

“You were doing everything you can to piss me off,” he muttered, pushing your panties aside, “so that I would fuck the shit out of you, right y/n?” he asked, two fingers playing with your slickness as he slid them back and forth on your folds. 

As you remained silent biting on his leather belt, he pushed his fingers through your wetness, pumping them inside a few times before pulling out, observing the coat of mucus around his digits intensely. 

He was impressed to say the least because, how could you act so normal while having a literal waterfall running down there? 

You were so wet that it was dripping from his fingers, to which he reacted with a smug smirk as he opened his mouth and leaned down to lick it off from his hands and wrist. 

“So wet and for who?” Jungkook asked, eyebrows raising cockily, “for Heungmin?” 

You shook your head, begging at him with your eyes as he sucked on his gorgeous fingers, eyes glowing like a hunter’s. You were his prey for tonight and to your luck, Jungkook was the type to play with his food so, surely a very long night was ahead of you. 

“Who then?” He questioned, removing his belt from your mouth for a brief second, only to let you whisper out his name desperately. 

“For you Jungkook,” you whined, trying to reach his lips, “you only, I swear.” 

And finally, he was smiling, a satisfied “good girl” rolling off from his tongue as he praised you. He liked all sides of you, true, but if he had to pick a favorite, he’d choose desperate y/n over anything with his eyes closed. 

Content with the response he got, Jungkook grabbed your jaw and pulled you in for a kiss, allowing you to taste yourself from his lips. He wasn’t gentle as he devoured the cave of your mouth, hitting the outside of your thighs with the belt he had in his grasp. 

Soon after, you found yourself gasping into the kiss as he trailed his hand down to your neck, pressing on the sides to turn you into a complete mess. You could feel the outline of his belt in between your thighs as he brushed it over your half clothed core, smacking it softly against your sensitive flesh. 

“If you picked this dress for me,” he whispered, breaking the kiss as he turned you around and pushed you against the sink instead, “then I guess I can make some adjustments on it,” he said, raising an eyebrow expectantly, “right, my love?” 

As you nodded rapidly, he flipped you around and made you face the mirror over the sinks, swift hands pulling the straps of your dress down almost immediately. 

He leaned closer, humming softly as he adorned the area from your shoulders to your neck with his open mouthed kisses. 

“You smell like heaven,” he complimented, unzipping the upper part of your dress, watching your reflection on the mirror as it fell from your chest, leaving you basically topless before him, “and you look like an angel,” he confessed, cupping your naked breasts with both hands, “my pretty angel.” 

You felt dizzy, getting drunk under his endless praises as he touched you like he owned you, your head falling back on his chest while he was busy grinding his clothed hard-on against your butt.

“Jungkook—” you called out his name, voice thin as you watched him behind half opened lids through the mirror. He looked breathtaking tonight, him in suits was really your weakness.

“Hm?” 

“I want you.” 

He chuckled, you were adorable, too freaking adorable for his sanity. What was he gonna do with you?

“And what do good girls say when they want something?” Jungkook responded, placing the belt on the sink to get a better use of his hands as he unzipped his pants and slid it down just enough to free his bulge out. 

Maybe he could help you out a little and reduce your punishment, since you were too cute to resist, just for this once though. 

“They say please, don’t they baby?” He questioned, finally taking his dıck out and slapping it against your wetness, big hands guiding one of your legs over the marble as he teased your entrance with his tip.

If he wanted you to beg, you were gonna beg so without wasting any time, “K-kook, please, I want you inside me,” you whined, leaning forward as you arched your back for him, trying to allure him more, “I need you inside me, please.”

“Need me inside, huh?” he grinned, “Like this?” 

And with that, he poked his head in, not moving a millimeter as he placed both of his hands on your waist, removing your skirt from his way to get a better view of your gorgeous buttocks. 

You let out a breathy whimper over the feeling and ugh, he was in love with that sound. He didn’t plan on letting you adjust to his size by any means and trust me, he wanted nothing more than to slam his whole length inside you yet despite how tempting you sounded, he wasn’t gonna give you what you were asking for, not just yet. 

Frustrated by him not elaborating, you turned to face him, giving him your best puppy eyes as you tried to sneakily push your hips against his, desperately needing to feel more of him. 

On the other hand, Jungkook had different plans as he stopped you, holding your hips in place and adding more to your already pent up frustration. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, hands reaching out to grab his belt from where he placed it, his cocky expression slowly turning into a more serious one. 

“I—”

“Did I tell you to move?” 

Your sentence got cut as he smacked you using his belt as a whip, the sting making you flinch as you slapped a hand over your mouth to shush your own squeak. To make your job even more difficult, Jungkook tugged on your hair with his empty hand, bottoming out as he pulled you towards him with his strong grasp. 

“Answer me!” 

“N-no!” 

Your back was arched to its breaking point as he forced your head behind to form an eye contact, looking down at you with his lust-filled dark eyes while landing another sharp hit on your skin. 

This time your voice came out louder, your knees went weak for a second as he helped your hips up, pressing you flat on the sink while pulling out. “Then what made you think that you could move?” he asked, thrusting himself back in, making you raise on your toes as if the high heels you were wearing wasn’t enough. 

“I m-made a mistake,” you yelped, placing a hand on the mirror to maintain your balance against his strong thrusts, “I’m sorry, please, I’m s-so sorry!” 

“You’re making a lot of mistakes today,” was Jungkook’s response as he hovered over your folded body, lips leaving wet kisses on your exposed nape, “and it makes me really mad, y/n.” 

“I’m sorry,” you begged, barely audible as you tilted your head in hopes of kissing him, “forgive me Kook, please.” 

He couldn’t hold back his smile as he pushed your hair away from your face and kissed you, his hips meeting with yours once again, this time a little slower compared to the previous ones. 

“Be a good girl and make yourself forgiven then, yeah?” he whispered as he pecked your lips one last time before he straightened up, fixing your position and rearranging himself against your entrance for the ruthless pace he was about to settle with. 

He was throbbing inside you, there was no time left to waste. 

You were both low on patience so you nodded, “I’ll be the best girl for you.” you said, biting your lower lip excitedly as you observed his handsome features through the mirror. He looked so hot, sweat dripping down from his forehead as he was furrowing his beautiful eyebrows, his loosened tie making you wanna call him daddy. 

You hated that word, it was the cringiest thing ever, yet you couldn’t care less about being cringy now— not when he felt that good, hitting all the right spots inside of you as he thrusted in. 

“Oh baby,” he groaned, eyes closing with pleasure as he moved back and forth, inked hand fondling your flesh aggressively, “you feel so good, holy shit.”

No matter how many times he’s done this, you always managed to make it feel like it was your first time and god, he honestly loved that for you.  

“You feel even better, daddy,” you giggled out playfully, holding one of your asscheeks up for him, “please don’t stop, please.” 

Oh my god, you looked so hot like this. He hated to admit but hell, that nickname sounded too cute coming out of your pretty mouth like that, he really needed to hear it again. 

“Say that again.” he requested, slipping his dıck in and out of you continuously, feeling his high nearing everytime you clenched around his shaft, making his already worked up meat twitch inside you helplessly. 

He really needed a release, so so badly at the moment.  

Now it was your turn to smirk as you whined out a very needy “Oh daddy,” reaching your hands behind to caress his half clothed thighs, “you feel perfect, I’m almost there.” 

“Yeah? Do I make you feel good baby?” 

You nodded, pouting at him cutely through the mirror and he adored the way you did it, biting his lips as he watched your angelic face go through different phases of pleasure thanks to  him. You really were his princess because even after everything you’ve done tonight, he couldn’t stay mad at you for longer than five minutes, he just loved you too much for that. 

“Will you come for daddy then, hm my princess?” 

“Mhm,” you hummed, doe eyes locked on his fierce ones, “anything for daddy.” 

God, he wanted to ruin you. Something about you tonight was really hitting off differently and he wasn’t sure whether it was your pretty pouty lips, your sweet voice or your tight little hole but shit, he couldn’t hold himself anymore.

“Yeah?” He hissed, nails digging deep into your skin as he was guiding your hips, literally drooling while watching your reflection as you played with your tıts, “Will you be good and let me fill you up too?” 

“Yes please,” you responded, licking your lips, “I want daddy to fill me up.” 

Letting out a low growl, Jungkook reached forward, peppering small kisses on your shoulder as he spoke, “that’s my girl.” he proudly claimed, dropping the belt on the floor and pulling you close, wanting to roam his hands on your body freely. 

His compliment was small yet effective, had you shaking in his hold as you reached your climax, melting under his touch while crying out his name. 

There were actual tears in your eyes as he stroked your hair and hugged you tight, kissing your temple sweetly in contrast to how his thrusts were. 

He was aware of how overstimulated you were but he couldn’t stop, not when he was just around the corner, flying so close to his sweet euphoria. “Just a little more baby,” he whispered next to your ear, “hold on for me a little longer, I'm almost there.” he said, leaking the first wave of his hot seeds inside you. 

You could hear his breath hitching as he tried to ride out his high, his pace getting sloppier and sloppier until his length finally flopped out of you, leaving you a dripping mess before him. 

He was exhausted, yes, but you seemed even worse, looking like you were in a completely different universe with your half opened eyes. There was definitely no way of explaining this to the people outside, who were probably wondering where you two went off, yet instead of being bothered by that, Jungkook oddly felt amused. 

Well, guess he didn’t need to worry about Heungmin or any other male representatives acting too friendly towards you anymore, since it seemed like your dozed off face would be enough sign that you belonged to no one but him. 

Chuckling to himself, Jungkook let go of your body and fixed his pants as he watched you lay back on the cold marble, looking completely limp and unresponsive. Good, he thought, that would probably teach you a lesson. 

Smacking your butt, he leaned down to bite on it as he took his belt from off the floor, not giving you any peace even for a second. “Don’t pass out here,” he mocked, proceeding to fix his shirt, “people are waiting for us outside, we already took long enough.”

“And who’s fault is that?” you asked, rubbing on his teeth marks, scrunching your face over the pain. How could he bite you as if he didn't do enough things already?

“Yours.” he responded bluntly, giving you an annoying smile as he washed his hands and fixed his hair, looking as normal as he was at the beginning of the night. Nice, so it was only gonna be you who looked like you just came out of world war three, wasn’t that lovely?

“How is it my fault that you’re so jealous?” 

“Because,” he sighed, reaching for his jacket as he walked towards the door, “if you behaved like you should have, none of this would’ve happened.” he asserted, unlocking it with ease, throwing you a fake smile along with a sarcastic flying kiss. 

“I’ll be outside,” he shared, opening the door a creak before he stepped out, “since someone has to tell people that you’re feeling nauseous.” he winked, enjoying the mess he caused probably way more than he should.

“I hate you so much.”

“Oh yeah?” 

He stopped, challenging you with his eyes as he standed before the door frame, “We’ll see about that when we get home,” he said, pointing his tattooed index at you, “but until then, you’ve got other things to worry about.”

“Really?” you talked back, locking your arms before your chest confidently, “Like what, Kook?”

“Like your hair, daddy’s pretty princess.” he huffed, emphasizing on the fourth word, “I’d take my time if I were you,” he added, scrunching his nose at you, “it looks quite messy there, you know?” 

He successfully avoided your shoe as you threw it at him, closing the door right on time while he was laughing out loud, feeling way better compared to the beginning of the night. 

“And oh y/n,” he called out, leaning his head on the hard surface as you locked him out, “don’t worry about Heungmin, I’ll let him know that you were busy giving me a helping hand!” 

“Fuck off!” 

He cackled, feeling satisfied with himself as he fixed his jacket, “I love you too!” he yelled back before walking away with a pleasant smile of victory plastered all over his face.

Not long after he was blend in with the crowd, hunter eyes easily locating his new prey’s whereabouts as Jungkook approached the oblivious guy with a devilish smirk, calling out his name rather enthusiastically;

“Hey there, Heungmin!”  

Uh oh, guess your night was not yet over, oops. 

©jvngkooks on tumblr, do not plagiarize.

never again | jjk

summary | jeon jungkook is just your nosy neighbor who can’t seem to be anything less than a selfish, heart breaking, prick in your eyes. yet somehow he manages to wiggle his way into your life but is it enough for him to change your mind or will he prove your judgements right?

warnings | 14.8k words, smut, neighbors to friends to lovers to strangers, mild angst, jk is a fuckboy, jk is arrogant, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, oral (f and m), heavy petting, heavy make out, Jk is insecure and an asshole, mean tae for only a little bit, slow pining, oneshot

runaway — kanye west

save your tears — the weeknd

When you first moved into apartment building eleven, floor number five and unit fourteen, you did not expect to be neighbors to the most annoying little fuck you’ve ever met.

The man behind the door of unit fifteen, floor number five in apartment building eleven, Jeon Jungkook, was nothing short of a cocky asshole. He think he owns the building. He fucks whoever he wants and is as loud as he wants without care about any of the other tenants. He plays music at the crack ass of dawn. He leaves his packages to pile up outside his door. He nails holes into the walls when you’re trying to sleep.

You’ve been putting up with it for six months already since you’ve moved in. You haven’t complained about it [though you know others have] and you’ve tried to be as little of a nuisance as new neighbors can be. But tonight? Tonight you really couldn’t handle it anymore.

It’s been going on for over an hour! And okay yeah that’s a little impressive considering the guys you’ve slept with don’t last more than a few minutes, you were annoyed. You needed to sleep and with the constant bed hitting against the shared wall of your bedroom you simply couldn’t.

So all the stuff you’ve been holding for the last six months finally surfaced as you hurried out of the comfort of your bed angrily and stormed right to the next door neighbor of yours. You didn’t even care if your insistent knocking woke the floor up you just really needed to give this guy a piece of your mind. All you knew was that your knuckle was not letting up on this door knocking for at least a minute straight until the door swung open before you.

The guy you’d seen barely in passing or when mail was delivered to the wrong door stood in front of you now. He wore a bed sheet loosely around his waist, hair laying down over his forehead, muscles taut and bare to your eyes but you refused to look at anything but his face. Unlike you though, he made sure to look at everything before him. From the fluffy pink slippers on your feet to the toned muscle in your calves and thighs. The off season halloween shorts and the fitted shirt that did very little to hide the small tips of your braless assets. To be fair you were trying to sleep and weren’t wearing a bra for that. Feeling his stare trail up to your face you crossed your arms over your chest and hands tucked in your underarms you tilted your head looking up at him, “Do you know what time it is?”

He looked down at his bare wrist for a moment before shrugging, “Not sure, my watch is missing. What time is it?”

“It’s 1:30am,” you said, “And I’m not sure if you know this but some of us have jobs in the morning that requires us to go to sleep. It’s really hard to do that when your bed is banging up against the wall and the person you have in there with you doesn’t know how to shut the fuck up.”

His brow raised in amusement as he looked back toward his open bedroom where he’d abandoned the girl he’d been sleeping with to see who was pounding on his door this late at night. But he’s gotta admit he’s not mad about the sudden eye candy before him for interrupting his groove. He licked his lips as he nodded, “Yeah alright, I’ll tell her to shut up.”

You couldn’t resist the roll of your eyes, “And stop hitting the wall with your bed. I’m sleeping just on the other side of it.”

He smirked a little leaning against the doorframe, “Really? I’ll have to come over some time and see for myself if that’s true.”

“Ew,” you cringed. He was hot, especially now that he was barely covered in a bed sheet and all his tattoos and piercings just added to his good looks, but clearly he was a flirt and that was not your vibe. You began to turn away, “Just please let me sleep. That’s all I ask.”

When you were back in your own apartment you felt even more drained than before. You crashed down on your bed ready to finally be able to sleep when it started again. The pounding against the wall at least. You let out a groan in frustration as you covered your face with your pillow and hit back on the wall. The least he could do is move the bed away even an inch!

You slept with the pillow over your face the rest of the night.

The lack of sleep throughout the night made the next day a living hell for not only you but those around you too. You were the physical embodiment of ‘I’m mad so I’m making it everyone’s problem’. Thankfully, you didn’t have any close coworkers to feel the heat of your exhaustion but all the different companies you negotiated with over the phone definitely did.

Your neighbor kept it up for another half hour before calling it quits and by 6:00am he was playing music way too loudly. Whatever, he wanted to be an asshole and get under your skin. You weren’t going to give in again.

When you got home later that night carrying a large felt board with you pushed through your front door and dumped all of your stuff down on the coffee table. You fished your laptop out and set in front of you before heading back into the kitchen for a drink.

It had to have been about seven now and you have yet to eat anything but a plain sandwich and drank a bottled water. You came back to the living room turning the tv on to find something as background noise so you could finish your work.

You didn’t get much work done when a sudden pounding on your window scared you enough to spill water down the front of your shirt. In clear annoyance and fear you looked over to the small window opening to the fire escape. A figure crouched down under the steps.

Immediately you grabbed one of the fat textile books in front of you and pulled the curtain fully. The small scream you let out might’ve been a little too dramatic but why the fuck was that piece of shit neighbor of yours at your window? How’d he even get over to this side?

You barely put a hand to the window only to be stuck watching him immediately open it wider and try to step inside. You drew the book back before bringing it down hard on his back.

“Ow! Stop!” He yelled as you did it again. Fuck no. You’ve seen movies like this where the creepy neighbor breaks into a single woman’s house and tries to do bad stuff. You were not about to be another statistic.

“Stop! Stop!” He flailed his arms as he stumbled in, “Time out! Let me ta-Ow! Let me talk!”

“No you fucking freak, get out!” You said ready to deliver another smack when he swatted the hardcover out of your hands leaving you weaponless. He looked at you waiting to fight off your next move.

“Look I need your help,” he said peaking out the window again, “That girl from last night is still here and I can’t get rid of her.”

“I really don’t give a fuck,” you told him simply pointing to your window, “You’re a little shit who deserves whatever shit happens to him so go deal with your mess on your own.”

He groaned loudly, “Listen lady, if you help me get rid of her I’ll never be loud again.”

You didn’t say anything. He took your silence as a cue to keep negotiating, “I’ll move my bed. I’ll stop leaving my trash near your door. I won’t play music loud. Come on I seriously need your help. I’ll stop taking your food deliveries when they send it to the wrong door.”

Your jaw dropped, “That was you? Oh you’re a piece of shit, I’m not helping you for you to learn to be a decent neighbor.”

His phone rang making his eyes widen. Suddenly he dropped to his knees, “Please! I’m begging get this crazy chick out. I told her she can head out whenever she’s ready this morning but she never left! I went to work and when I came home she was sitting on my couch eating my fucking cereal in my bathrobe!”

“And what does that have to do with me? Tell her to get out or you’ll call the cops,” you shrugged still not caring.

“I tried! She didn’t budge and said if I called the cops she said she’d show them the bruises of me hurting her,” he told you. You took a step back at that making him shake his head, “Okay yeah I hurt her but it was during sex and she was begging to be marked up. Please neighbor? From the kindness of your heart?”

“I’ll help, but if you don’t keep up your end of the deal what do I do with you?” You asked making him smirk suddenly.

“Anything you want.”

Your unamused expression made him gulp, “I’ll move out. The first complaint you’ve got and I’ll move out.”

“Damn she must really be scaring you,” you laughed as you walked over to your door slipping some shoes on. He nodded, “She is. She’s already talking about kids. I barely met her last night.”

“What do I even say?” You asked with a sigh combing your fingers through your hair. He bit his lip, “Say you’re the landlord and heard commotion. No! Say you’re my girlfriend and just caught me cheating. I don’t know just sell it so I’ll never have to see her again.”

“This is so stupid,” you mumbled to yourself as you drifted into the hall closing the door as quietly as possible. His door was slightly ajar so you let yourself in.

“Jungkook?” You heard the girl call out and immediately felt your anxiety spike. She ran out of the bedroom in a black night robe. She stopped in front of you glaring, “Can I help you?”

“I can ask you the same thing,” you cleared your throat, “What are you doing in my boyfriend’s house?”

“Boyfriend?” She shrank back looking at you in confusion, “Jungkook has a girlfriend…”

“I’m sorry but do I know you? What are you doing here?” You asked carrying on the act as you moved around the apartment that strangely mirrored yours. The girl was fumbling around already as she raced around gathering her own clothes. Taking your improv a step higher you made a loud sniffling sound, “Oh my god. You slept with my boyfriend.”

You covered your face with your hand letting a fake cry out, “How could he do this to me?”

“Look I’m so sorry,” she rushed out as she changed stumbling a little trying to put her shoes on, “I swear I didn’t know he was taken. I’ll leave, I’m so sorry. If it makes you feel any better we only fucked. We didn’t kiss, he didn’t want to.”

You cried harder turning away from her until you heard the sound of her heels clacking against the tile floor in the hall. Waiting a moment to make sure she was gone you pulled yourself together and walked back to your own place. He doesn’t kiss his hook ups or something? That’s weird and strange. Whatever, you opened your door.

He jumped back clearly alarmed when you snatched the folder out of his hand. He’d been snooping so hard he didn’t even hear you come back. He smiled sheepishly flashing his teeth as he scratched the back of his neck, “Is she gone?”

“Yes, so get out,” you said making sure he didn’t do anything with your work folder when he was looking through it. He nodded his head cheering, “Yes! Wow you’re amazing, so scary. Y/n, right?”

You crossed your arms over your chest and put more weight to one hip tilting your head as you looked at him. He ignored the unamused look you gave him, “I’m Jungkook, officially.”

Your brows furrowed but before you question what he meant he was walking toward your window, “I swear I’ll hold up my end of the deal Kay?”

“Jungkook,” you called out to him with a huff. He turned abruptly, leg mid swing already. “The door.” You pointed to it and he looked down at his current circumstance. This window opening barely fit one person but it was the easiest access to his apartment aside from the front door. Why hadn’t he thought about the front door now that the threat is gone?

He managed to convince the chick to wait outside while he showered and then ran to his window and hopped onto the wide fire escape that your window shared with his. He couldn’t use the door then but he was definitely able to use it now. He stumbled back into your place and shuffled over to the front door, “Once again, means a lot. You’re super helpful. We should get some drinks some time, you know? Get closer even.”

“Have a good night Jungkook,” you grumbled as you shut him out. Your stomach seemed to agree as it growled abruptly. Fuck, all this and you still haven’t even had dinner yet.

You were pleasantly surprised at the fact that it’s been a week and your neighbor has kept his promise. He’s not playing his music at the crack of dawn or leaving his trash bags by your door. He’s even moved his bed off the wall a little and though it still squeaks you’ve definitely heard him hush a partner once.

“Is he hot?” Your friend, Leehi, asked with her feet up against the wall as she laid on your bed. You were currently trying on different ‘night out’ outfits for tonight. You thought back to what your neighbor looked like.

There was the shirtless, bed sheet look of his. There was the just off work look. There was the casual look in the elevator.

“Yeah,” you answered pulling a top on. You were currently filling her in on what happened a week ago. She found it hilarious that your annoyingly hot neighbor tried to break into your place and beg for help apparently. You ignored her laughter, “But whatever, at least he’s chilled out on being annoying.”

“That’s cute,” Leehi said pointing to your top. You matched it with some pants and went to put some jewelry on, “Are we still meeting Taehyung there?”

You nodded, “Yeah he said he’ll text us when he’s on the way.”

“More like text you,” Leehi rolled her eyes as she rolled off the bed fixing her outfit and walking over to your mirror making sure she didn’t ruin her look, “He’s got a thing for you, yknow?”

That made you laugh shaking your head in disbelief, “No he doesn’t. We’re just friends.”

“Because you friendzone him.”

You didn’t say anything as your phone dinged, a private message from your friend Taehyung saying he was leaving his place now.

Leehi and Taehyung were your closest friends and they have been since your first year in college. You and Taehyung got close from the beginning and your friendship was just natural. There was no awkwardness, no second guessing, nothing. It was effortless and he was one of the only guys who made you feel comfortable.

You’ve never really seen him as anything more than a friend since he had a girlfriend three out of the four almost five years you’ve been friends. He got a girlfriend a few months after you became friends and she was wonderful. She fit right in with all of you and was nice. They had a long term relationship only five months ago when they broke it off.

Taehyung’s joined you and Leehi now more consistently and though he’s very open to you that does not mean he’s into you. Leehi is probably just confusing his newly single behavior for having a thing for you when that’s not it.

Now that he is single you and Leehi get dragged out to clubs and hang out with him. Sometimes you’re lucky finding someone to take you home, sometimes you and Taehyung cuddle on your couch after a night of drinking. Nothing serious.

All the complaining you do mentally about your neighbor’s obnoxious rendezvousing keeps you from bringing your own partner for the night. It didn’t mean you didn’t have fun you were just more careful about it. It’s been about a month since the last time you slept with someone and it was an awful Tinder date who surprisingly was not shit in bed.

And since Taehyung’s never made any verbal signs of being into you, you don’t pay attention to Leehi when she tells you he is.

You two got to the night club a little later than him. When you met up with him inside he was already a couple shots in. He threw his arm around your shoulders, “You’re here! Finally I’ve been waiting up.”

“How much have you drank already?” You laughed as he led you over to the bar. He ordered the shots for you and Leehi as he tapped anxiously against the counter. You took the shots and ordered another round for the fuck of it. It didn’t take long for you to at least get a little tipsy.

You stuck to Leehi mostly until she was whisked away by some hot guy and left you alone with Taehyung. He swept over to you with a gentle smile, “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“You look really good tonight,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “Seriously.”

You smiled teasingly, “Don’t I always?” He chuckled nodding his head, “Yeah. You do.”

You hadn’t expected a 20 to 100 situation to hit quickly but it wasn’t until you felt the weight of his lips on yours that you jumped back. He seemed a little drunk and by this sudden show of affection you were left very confused. Weren’t you just talking? Why did he try and kiss you?

He groaned, “Come on Y/n. Can’t you see how much I’m into you?” His words sounded a little slurred as he reached out to hold your waist, “Won’t you give me a chance? I can make you feel good.”

That had you laughing uncomfortably, “Tae I think you’re drunk.”

“Don’t be a bitch about it,” he said coldly. Your brows furrowed at the change in behavior. Under the flashing blue light you could barely make out his features. You noticed the redness in his cheeks from the alcohol that matched the tint of red in the whites of his eyes. He was acting different. Was it because of the alcohol?

“We can talk when you’re sober,” you cleared your throat looking around for Leehi. He scoffed, “I’m t—telling you ho…how I feel and you’re brushing me off?”

His words were muffled, “You think I’m jush…just waiting around for you? It’s been years Y/n, can’t you see it?”

“What are you talking about?” You asked, “You had a girlfriend.”

“Yeah and she dumped me!” He said cutting through the crowd toward the bar to order another drink, “Wanna know why? Because she thought I was in love with you. I mean I am but crazy, right?”

It didn’t make any sense. Taehyung started dating her after you became friends with him. They dated for three years so what was going on? He had said it was a mutual break up because they drifted apart. She was always so nice to you too. You didn’t say anything letting the loud music consume the both of you and it only seemed to annoy him more, “I’m admitting to loving you and you’ve got nothing to say?”

“Taehyung I—“ you bit back your tongue. How were you supposed to respond? He’s clearly drunk and you doubt he even realizes what he’s saying. He’s been a little harsh and he’s not usually like that.

“What? Huh? Whatever,” he scoffed, “You’re just a stuck up bitch who thinks she’s too good for anyone.”

Your jaw dropped. No he didn’t just say that. You took a step back, now you really didn’t care if he was drunk. How is he supposed to be confessing to you and insults you when you don’t respond the way he wants you to? You turned without saying another word as you looked for Leehi. She was leaving with some guy but you pulled her back, “You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, you’ve got my location right?” She asked as the guy waited patiently by her side, “I’ll send you address and call you when I leave.”

With a sigh you nodded your head following after to make sure she was safe. You quickly read over the cab’s plate number and went to your app to track her. Once you assured yourself of her safety you worked on yours. What would be the safest way home this late at night?

Jungkook has had the most boring Saturday he’s had in a while. He didn’t even go out tonight. He didn’t text some booty call, nada. He just spent the night at home because he wanted to. He hadn’t been in the mood to do anything other than watch movies on his couch so that’s what he did. The only time he got up from his spot was to use the bathroom and get food. That’s it.

It’s now been the third movie he’s watched tonight and he just knows he needs some fresh air. He walked over to his window propping it open and sticking his head out. A little smirk appeared on his face at the sight before him.

“Howdy neighbor,” he said teasingly as he made his way through the window opening onto the fire escape. He had to pass the metal staircase to get to you and he sat down in front of you. You barely glanced at him, “Hello?”

“Needed some fresh air,” he said as if you’d asked him and made himself comfortable with his back against the railing. You still wore your going out clothes and he checked you out real quick, “Did you go out tonight?”

“For a little yeah,” you shrugged with a sigh. You leaned against the brick wall of your building turning to him. Damn, if he was gonna be out here might as well try at a conversation. He nodded pulling his knees to his chest, “What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” Your brows furrowed in confusion. He pointed at the smudged mascara under your eye, “Looks like you’ve been crying.”

You rubbed at your eyes checking your reflection against your phone screen, “Nothing just got into an argument with someone.”

“Ah,” he nodded looking up at the moon, “Boyfriend?”

That made you scoff remembering what Taehyung told you, “He wishes but he ruined his chances tonight.” It was quiet between you two and Jungkook had time to drift off into his own mind before his eyes widened, “My ramen!”

He crawled back to his window and disappeared leaving you out alone. You didn’t move from your spot assuming he’d just gone back inside but it was only a couple minutes alone before he was pushing two bowls out the window and onto the fire escape before climbing out. He carried a bowl to you, “Hungry?”

“Not reall—“ “I think you are,” he pushed it to you urging you to eat. Not wanting to be rude you thanked him and took the bowl, “So what about you?”

“What about me?” He asked slurping up some noodles. He looked at you expectantly waiting for you to continue. “No party tonight or something?”

“Nah, everyone’s lame and that girl from the other night scared the hell out of me,” he said honestly, “I’ve been trying to cool it.”

When he brought up what happened a memory resurfaced making you laugh a little. His brow quirked in curiosity, “What?”

“Nothing,” you played with some noodles, “Okay, when I tried getting her to leave she got super apologetic. But then she said that if it made me feel any better you two only hooked up but that you didn’t kiss her.”

“Yeah no I didn’t kiss her,” Jungkook shrugged like it was nothing, “I don’t just kiss anyone.”

“But you’ll sleep with anyone?” You asked how. He shot you a wary look before answering, “In my head, kissing is pretty intimate. I know it doesn’t make sense but when I bring a girl home I’m not looking to fall for them. I’m just looking to get laid and you gotta be clear about it. By saying I won’t kiss them or some shit is already drawing a line don’t you think?”

“No, I think I’m the opposite,” you laughed a little, “I’ll kiss someone for the fuck of it but I won’t just sleep with anyone.”

“So wait, when’s the last time you kissed someone on the lips then?” You asked suddenly, confusion mixed with curiosity written all over your face. He thought back on it.

Let’s see. He broke up with his long term girlfriend about a year ago and she’s gotta be the last person he kissed, right? He doesn’t kiss his hook ups on the lips. Maybe some neck kisses or down south kisses but eh nothing else. He shrugged, “Uh about a year ago? The last person has to have been my ex.”

You didn’t say anything for a minute giving Jungkook time to decide if he wanted to keep talking. He didn’t really know you but you were here right now and for some reason sitting under the moonlight with a stranger at midnight made it a little too easy to open up to someone. So he did.

“ We didn’t even date that long but it really made me think about who I was as a person and I realized relationships aren’t for me,” he told you as he set his bowl of ramen down that was now empty, “I can’t take the intimacy for too long not even during sex so I just decided to ditch that whole side of me.”

“But why?“ you asked a little curious on what he meant by that, “I mean you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“Oh uh,” he scratched the back of his head, “I don’t know actually. It’s like I could have the perfect partner, someone I genuinely care about but the thought of loving them is scary. Don’t you think? Like giving yourself to them, losing your independence. I always find a way to fuck it up because the thought of being vulnerable to someone is unbearable.”

“Okay yeah I get that,” you agreed feeling your phone buzz by your thigh. Your eyes rolled as Taehyung’s name lit up your screen drawing Jungkook’s attention to it but you rejected the call in order to talk, “This is going to sound random but I’m really happy I got to know you better Jungkook. Seriously, you’re different than what I thought.”

He smiled at that. For some reason that made his heart stop for a second. But then he heart the buzzing again. Your phone rang once more making Jungkook bring it up, “You need to get that?”

“No,” you said. You didn’t want to hear what Taehyung said right now. If he wanted to talk it could be another day when he’s not being a douche. Jungkook’s brows furrowed and you let out a sigh, “He’s a friend of mine but tonight he was like a totally different person. I’ve known him for four years and I’d never seen him act like that.”

“Like how? Come on you gotta tell me. I just opened up to you,” he pointed out before waving his arm around the space of the fire escape, “This is a safe space.”

You laughed a little and nodded, “Okay well basically he told me he’s into me but then he said he loves me. But get this, he was super drunk and kissed me. It wasn’t a big deal but then when I told him we can talk about it when he’s sober he flipped out on me. He called me a stuck up bitch and was just mad. Like he just got out of a three year relationship and he expects me to believe him?”

“Do you feel something for him?” Jungkook asked. Surprisingly, he liked talking to you. If he hadn’t annoyed you so much all this time you might’ve done this sooner. At first he just thought you were hot, wouldn’t mind hooking up but now he’s not sure. He always fucks it up with the people he’s intimate with and maybe he’d rather talk to you than make you hate him.

“I don’t know, I mean I don’t but I also never really thought about him like that,” you told him honestly. It quieted down between you.

He checked the time and released a sigh, “It’s late.”

“Yeah.”

“This was a nice talk, we should do it again sometime,” he cleared his throat grabbing his bowls, “If you ever need someone to talk to I mean. Sometimes it’s nice to talk to someone different.”

“Yeah, and Jungkook?” He turned to look at you one last time, “I’m happy I got to know you better.”

You’ve never considered yourself a nosy neighbor. Okay sure, you’ve definitely been the type to eavesdrop but not to this extent. Not with your head practically out the window listening in on the conversation next door with Leehi as Taehyung distracted himself with his phone.

Yes, you and Taehyung have made up. He sent you this super long paragraph the day after your weird incident at the club. He apologized and said he came off too strongly and that if it was okay he’d like to start over. You asked him about what he meant by what he said and if it was true. He told you he was into but might’ve exaggerated a little and that if there was a possibility for you two to get closer he’d take it in baby steps.

“You guys are gonna get caught,” he said clearly disinterested in what had you and Leehi snooping. To be fair Leehi was snooping first and made you curious enough to do the same. It didn’t help that Jungkook’s window was open leaving you to hear the argument happening just next door.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me. I thought you liked me!” Some girl’s voice shouted. Leehi turned quickly, “Tae make us some popcorn it’s getting good!”

He nodded his head hopping off the couch and making his way to the kitchen as the two of you listened in on the argument. Next was Jungkook’s voice, “I told you from the beginning I’m not looking for anything serious. It’s not my fault you played yourself.”

“God you’re such a dick!” She cried, “So what? You just use me for sex and then throw me away?”

“Pretty much.”

You and Leehi looked at each other in surprise before you heard the door to Jungkook’s apartment slam shut. Suddenly, his head peaked out the window making you and her duck into your apartment at lightning speed. It doesn’t matter though, he caught you.

Taehyung handed the bowl of popcorn to you as he ate a handful of it. Not even a minute later Jungkook was letting himself into your apartment through the fire escape. “Caught you eavesdropping,” Jungkook said as he looked around your apartment eyes spotting the two strangers. He was halfway inside when he stopped, “Is this a bad time?”

“Of course not! Hi I’m Leehi,” your friend jumped to introduce herself, “And sorry, I’m nosy and you’re loud.”

“Taehyung,” Taehyung told him nodding his head at him. Jungkook looked to you before shifting back to Taehyung, “Taehyung? Er, I’m Jungkook.”

Taehyung as in the guy you’d been telling him about a few days ago? You took a few pieces of popcorn and popped them in your mouth, “Another broken heart?“

“Nah,” Jungkook shrugged it off as he looked around your apartment poking a plant or running his fingers over picture frames, “She’ll get over it.”

“Also next time use the door,” you told him not caring that much that he just invited himself over. Your interactions with each other have significantly increased and you didn’t mind it. He shook his head, “Where’s the fun in that?”

“I thought you hated your neighbor,” Taehyung piped in as he slumped back on your couch again, “Didn’t you say he was annoying and an asshole?”

“And she’s right,” Jungkook said not taking offense to it even if that’s what Taehyung wanted, “But we’re practically besties now. Right?”

“Oh! Since you’re here let’s get drunk!” Leehi said as she checked the time. It was a little after eight but none of you had to work early the next day anyway.

“I like that idea Leah.” “It’s Leehi.”

“Right,” Jungkook nodded sitting a couple feet away from Taehyung. She ran into your kitchen looking for your liquor cabinet and bringing out a couple bottles of Soju. She grabbed glasses and water too as she brought it over to where you all were. You took a pillow off the couch and sat on the floor with Leehi plopping down next to you.

“I wanna play the whisper game,” she said looking at all of you, “Is that okay?”

“Run me the rules again,” Jungkook cleared his throat as his foot touched your leg playfully under the coffee table. You looked up, “You whisper a question to someone about someone else playing and you can answer with a name or a yes or no answer. If you weren’t one of the two involved you can take a drink and find out what the question was.”

“I’ll start,” Taehyung cleared his throat leaning forward, “Y/n come here.” You sat up on your knees leaning over the table as he brought a hand to his face to whisper to you. Quietly he asked, “Did I completely ruin my chances with you?”

You had to think about it for a second just cause it took you by surprise. You looked back at him ignoring the other two who watched with curiosity. Biting your lip in thought you answered, “No.”

That made him smile as he leaned back. Leehi didn’t hesitate to take a shot, “Tell me I wanna know.” You leaned back to her and whispered it in her ear. She rolled her eyes looking at Taehyung before turning to Jungkook, “Do you wanna know it too?”

“No,” he shook his head. He kind of had an idea of what it was from your reactions but he didn’t care enough to ask. Leehi clapped, “My turn. Jungkook!”

Once again another question was asked. Jungkook listened patiently as she asked him and you could see his gaze shift to you. Leehi whispered in his ear, “If you had the chance to hook up with Y/n would you take it?”

He leaned back in thought as he looked at you not hiding the fact that the question was about you. You fidgeted a little hearing his answer, “No.”

It’s not that he didn’t think you were attractive. Truthfully he thought you were really hot but he didn’t want to sleep with you. If he slept with you he’d find some reason to push you away and he really enjoys your company even if it’s just friendly.

Taehyung took the shot, “Tell me.” Jungkook leaned over and whispered it to him. Taehyung’s widened in surprise before quickly changing to express confusion and distaste even. Leehi looked at you, “Do you wanna know?”

“Yeah fuck it,” you said letting her whisper it to you. You weren’t surprised at all by the question and though his answer did make you feel weird you weren’t bothered by it. Even if he did make a move on you, you probably wouldn’t take it.

“Only because I think we’ve become somewhat of friends and I value friendship over anything else,” Jungkook cleared his throat as he looked at you to explain why he said no, “Plus I’m definitely not her type.”

“You’ve got that right,” Taehyung snickered making you shoot him a look. Jungkook just smiled, “I mean… are either of us her type?”

Oof. A jab.

“You know when I gave you my number it wasn’t for you to be blowing up my phone all the time,” you told Jungkook as you two got into the elevator together. He shrugged, “So?”

You rolled your eyes, “Where are we going anyway?”

“To my friend’s place. He’s throwing a party and I wanted you to come,” he says simply, “You remind me a lot of one of my friends and I think you two would get along.”

“Right,” you leaned against the back wall, “How do you have all this free time?”

“I work when I want to,” Jungkook shrugged, “Freelancer things yknow the drill.”

Jungkook was currently bringing you along with him to his friend, Hoseok’s place. All his friends would be there plus some others too and he knows for a fact some girls he’s hooked up with before will be there. Hence why he wanted to bring you to fend them all off. He opened the door to his car for you and drove off.

“I hate meeting new people,” you groaned staring out the window, “Can’t you tell by the fact I only have two friends?”

“First of all you have three, second, I don’t care it’ll be fun,” Jungkook said, “And if we’re lucky we’ll steal someone’s bottle and have our own little party back at the apartment.”

“You mean fire escape?” You asked teasingly and he laughed a little nodding his head. That stupid fire escape has become a staple in your growing friendship.

When you arrived to the building the little party would be at you kept to yourself. Jungkook let you both in and pushed you inside, “Get a move on. I promise I won’t leave your side.”

“Oh God I’m gonna be sick. I don’t know anyone here,” you groaned already debating if you should get an Uber home. Jungkook turned to you abruptly, “You know me. Come on I see my friend.”

You let him introduce you to some guys. Hoseok was the host, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jin were some of his other friends. Jin threw an arm around your shoulders, “Let’s get you a drink. I promise we don’t bite.”

You had no chance to react before you were being pulled away. Jungkook stuck an arm out to Jin, “Where are you taking Y/n?”

“To get a drink don’t worry we’ll be right back,” Jin sent him a wink and you just went along with it. The apartment wasn’t too big and you could see him from the kitchen anyway.

“Is that your girl for the night?” Hoseok asked checking you out as you left with Jin. They all caught Jungkook watching you a little too closely now. He shook his head, “She’s just a friend.”

“What?” Yoongi chuckled, “Since when are you ‘just friends’ with the girls you screw?”

He rolled his eyes, “We’re not sleeping together. We’re just friends. Y/n’s my neighbor.” Yoongi’s eyes lit up, “I knew she looked familiar. Yeah she’s hot.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything letting a smile appear on his face as you came back holding two drinks. You handed one to him and he thanked you. Once you’d gotten yourself used to being around these strangers you drifted off on your own. Jungkook still stuck close by like he promised but he let you go off and talk to other people.

The only time you came back to him to actually talk is when you asked him where the bathroom was. He led you to the one in Hoseok’s room that would be less occupied and waited for you on his bed.

You finished your business and washed your hands. When you came back out he stood in front of you, “How are you doing?”

“Good,” you told him honestly, “It’s not so bad.”

“You see, and I told you I wasn’t leaving you,” he chuckled, “But I’m not gonna lie I’m ready to leave.”

“What?” You asked furrowing your brows in confusion, “Why? Aren’t these your friends?”

“Yeah but my social battery has ran out and I’m just ready to go. But if you wanna stay we can,” he told you leaning against the doorframe now as he propped it open. You checked the time, it was a little after 11:00pm now so it was a pretty okay time to be heading out. You shook your head, “Let’s go. Maybe we can still steal a bottle or would your friend get mad?”

He smirked, “Nah this is a BYOB so none of it is his anyways. Come on let’s go see what they got.”

The two of you joined everyone else again and Jungkook began making his rounds of goodbyes to his friends. “Leaving already?” Namjoon asked looking between you too. He nodded his head giving him a bro hug, “Yeah I’m tired.”

“Oh? Is that it?” Hoseok smirked looking at you, “You too? Just tired?”

You weren’t sure if it was an actual question or if he was being a little sarcastic so instead you just shrugged. Namjoon smiled, “It was great talking to you Y/n. Hopefully we’ll see you again and then we can finish our conversation about movies.”

Jungkook turned you away by putting his hand on your back, “Yeah yeah, we’re heading out then.” The two of you passed by the countertop of liquor. You scanned over the various bottles acting like you were gonna serve yourselves some when someone passed. Finding one fully shut you nudged Jungkook pointing at it. He nodded and when no one was looking you snagged it from the counter and shoved it under his hoodie.

The two of you tried to hold in your laughter as he adjusted it on his side to block it with his arm. You pushed him out the door and once you were out you broke out in laughter.

“We got the good stuff,” he chuckled taking the bottle out from under his hoodie. You nodded, “And it was $Free.99. So are we drinking when we get back or what?”

“Can we save it for another night instead?” Jungkook asked, “I don’t know why but I just feel off today.”

“Ugh lame, fine,” you rolled your eyes as you followed him into his car. The drive to the apartment was short and the two of you walked together to your floor and when you reached your doors you glanced at each other laughing a little before going inside.

You shed yourself of your shoes throwing your wallet down on the entrance table too. You gathered your hair up to get to your necklace and turned to leave to your room. You screamed in fear as a knock came from your window. With a sigh you walked over letting your hair fall back down and unlocked the window clasp.

Jungkook smiled pulling it open holding the bottle you’d just stolen. He brushed his dark locks out of his face as he squatted by your window, “I change my mind come on let’s drink.”

You crossed your arms over your chest in thought, “You already said no.”

“Y/n,” he lifted a brow, “Don’t make me go get you. Come out.”

“Fine but let me get a blanket or something.”

When you came out huddled in a thick blanket you looked at everything outside. Jungkook must’ve left while you were still inside because there was a blanket set out on the metal flooring and a few pillows here and there. His laptop was set out there too.

“Took you long enough,” he chuckled as he set two glasses down for you. You shrugged, “Had to find the right blanket. But anyways, why the sudden change? I thought you were tired.”

“I was but then when we got back I wasn’t anymore,” Jungkook told you opening the bottle, “So I figured just because we left the party it didn’t mean we had to stop hanging out.”

“I guess,” you said as he took a sip from the soda and alcohol before trying to pass it to you. You let out a dramatic gasp, “Oh my god no, I can’t. Your lips were on it.”

“So?” He asked pushing it more toward you smirking. “Just try it.”

“Jungkook that’s an indirect kiss,” you told him as if it were obvious, “Wouldn’t that be too intimate for you?”

When he finally caught on to you making fun of him he flicked your forehead, “Haha funny, just take it.”

You nodded taking the glass and trying it out, “Mm.”

“So how are things with you and Taehyung?” Jungkook cleared his throat as he leaned back against the space of brick wall between your windows.

“What do you mean?” You asked as he watched you tuck some loose hair behind your ears. Jungkook didn’t really drink tonight since he was driving not only himself but you as well back. So he couldn’t possibly be drunk or even tipsy considering he’s barely serving himself a full drink.

Even if he wasn’t drunk he strangely felt a similar buzz as being so. He feels almost light headed but in a good way. Like he’s in a good mood but he didn’t feel this way at the party. When he left with you he started feeling that way again but when he was alone in his apartment the feeling drifted. Yet here he is next to you again and he feels his heart race a little.

“Like, is he still trying to get with you? Are you still thinking about it?” He tried to elaborate without seeming too interested even if he’s been dying to ask for a few days now. He doesn’t even know why he’s so interested.

“No, we’re just friends. I think he realized that he really was just drunk that night and talking out of his ass because he’s definitely taken it back,” you told him as music played on the laptop quietly. You stared at each other, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of that being true. Thought he’s not sure if it should matter to him if it is or isn’t.

“What?” You asked laughing a little in discomfort. Why was he staring at you?

“Nothing,” he shook his head. He looked away shaking the thought away, “Just curious.”

“What about you? Any crazy girls knocking on your door lately?” You asked teasingly. He smiled, “Not lately no, only some crazy chick who knocks on my window now and then.”

You rolled your eyes hitting his arm, “You’re the one always knocking on mine.”

“Maybe I am,” he shrugged, “What are you gonna do about it?”

“Stop answering,” you told him simply. He licked his lips absentmindedly, “Ugh you’re too good for me.”

That made you laugh, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you. You’re too good for me,” he confessed, “And I’ve been trying to deal with just being friends because of that reason but you make it really hard.”

You didn’t say anything furrowing your brows, “What?”

“I’m just feeling like… like…” he went on looking away from you up at the stars. You nudged him, “Like what?”

“Like I wanna kiss you,” he turned back to you, “But I can’t.”

“You’re not making any sense,” you tried to brush off what he just said. He’s probably drunk or at least just not thinking straight. What does he mean you’re too good for him? What does he mean he wants to kiss you?

That’s not like Jungkook at all. One, he didn’t sound like himself for saying he wants to kiss you. Second, why did he basically say he’s into you at least in some way?

“You trust me?” He asked glancing back at you. It took you a second to respond but you nodded your head slowly. Without wasting another second your jaw warmed with his touch. He was pulling your face toward his and your lips touched.

He breathed out through his nose humming at the feel of your soft flesh. His head tilted toward the wall making you lean forward more to angle yourself the other way. His hand found it’s way into your hair keeping you in place as he pulled away to catch his breath.

You looked at each other through glossed over lustful gazes. A lazy smile appeared on his face pushing his lip piercing out. Then, without further warning, he smashed his lips against yours again. He dipped his head lower to deepen the kiss, his tongue swiping against your lips. You leaned forward, back arching a little as you planted the palm of your hand flat on his thigh feeling the muscle underneath. He forgot how good it feels to kiss someone. The soft touches and the warmth. Oh fuck the warmth.

He could melt in it. He doesn’t think that kissing any of the other girls he’d hooked up with would’ve made him feel this way. He’s almost happy he didn’t do it because it made kissing you feel all the more better.

It took him a while to get what he was feeling but once he did it hit him like a fire truck. He realized that he had genuine feelings for you and though that scared him he doesn’t want to think about it right now. All he wants to think about is how good your lips feel on his. So good in fact that he was leaning up to press into you more. You knocked back on your hands trying to meet the greediness of his tongue by yours.

“Wait wait,” he pushed himself back abruptly, “Fuck I’m sorry. I just—You’re just, well you know. I know I joke around all the time and I’ve been pretty shitty but you’ve just really…. I don’t know man I think I’m falling for you. Like actually, no jokes no… lying. Genuinely falling for you.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment making him keep going, “Trust me I know it’s hard to believe because I’m such a piece of shit when it comes to girls but I’m serious. I’ve gotten to know you as a friend and I’ve tried to keep seeing it that way but like I can’t stop thinking about you now.”

“Jungkook, I,” you took a deep breath, “I don’t know what to say. What do you want me to say?”

To be honest, you’ve been feeling weird with Jungkook lately. Mostly because it’s crazy how your view on him has completely changed since getting to know him. He was oddly sweet and enjoyable to hang out with. Your view on him as this annoyingly cocky neighbor of yours who hooked up with girls and led them on was different.

He was considerate of you and he was attractive. Oh so fucking attractive that you could understand why he had a string of girls wanting to get close to him any way they could. So maybe hearing him say all this was getting to your head because for some reason you leaned back into him for another kiss.

You could barely see each other in the darkness under the stars. The fire escape and it’s railings provided you two with extra coverage so you didn’t question making out outside. You didn’t question when he pushed you to the floor gently under the soft blanket he’d only intended to use to keep you two from sitting directly on the cold metal floor. The blanket you’d had over your lap was being pulled out from between your pressing bodies and he put it over you both.

The kiss was getting messy now, a little too wet, too needy. He wasn’t giving you a chance to breathe and you felt light headed. You pushed at his chest gently and it took him a while to actually pull back. He held himself up by his hand flat on the blanket underneath you and the other was in your hair keeping you against him.

You looked at each other trying to catch your breaths and then in one swift movement he was dipping his head back down to kiss you again pressing his body closer to yours. His hands grazed over the fabric of your shirt letting his fingertips run against your skin. His lips stayed in yours kissing you heavily as his fingers tugged at the pants you were wearing. You matched his efforts yanking his shirt up watching him sit up to yank it off and pressing his lips to yours again. You lifted your hips enough for him to pull them down. He pushed your shirt up finally pulling away enough to kiss along your neck.

His hair tickled your nose when he traveled down to your collar home skipping over your shit and kissing between the valley of your breasts. They were covered by a bra but that didn’t stop him from pushing his face between them.

“You smell so fucking good,” he sighed bucking his hips up against your covered heat trying to relieve some of the tension building in his muscles.

He groaned at one certain grind of your hips and let his hand sneak under your underwear toward your core between your bodies. His middle finger dipped between your folds stimulating your clit in the process as he gathered your wetness. He pulled his hand back out bringing the hand that was just inside your folds toward your lips. You opened your mouth waiting to taste yourself on his fingertips but he took you by surprise when he traced your lips with the slick.

He cupped your chin in his free hand as his tongue stuck out licking your arousal off your lips in a messy kiss. Your back arched off the floor as he put his hand in your underwear again. You didn’t pull away from the kiss even as his other hand drifted to your breasts that jutted out in your position. He snuck his hand under your bra and cupped what he could of your right tit. He bunched your shirt up again and took it off you using the arch of your back to sneak his hands under to unclasp your bra.

“Jungk—“ you released a content sigh as he began to rub one of your buds. His middle finger dipped into your entrance feeling the warm constriction of your walls making him bite his lip.

“More,” You licked your lips as your mouth drew open in a light moan when he pinched a nipple between his index finger and thumb. He made sure to keep your legs spread wide around him as he rubbed against your left labia touching the pleasure spot you had there. Every touch of his finger on your core created an almost ticklish but pleasurable sensation to course through your heat.

He hissed when your nails scratched along his chest, leaning forward just enough to grind against his member a little more. He nodded his head in a late response to what you’d asked just moments before, “Yes, fuck, more.”

You could practically feel how worked up he was through his pants. He nuzzled his face against your shoulder, a hand on your tits and the other down your underwear. A second finger joined the first in stroking the walls of your cunt while his palm rutted against your clit. His hips thrusted into his the back of his hand as it worked in your pussy. Your hand was running down his chest feeling the muscle of his v-line and toned stomach. You unbuttoned his jeans pulling the zipper down with one hand and slipped it into his briefs.

He groaned in surprise. “Oh fuck” He said between baited breaths thrusting into your hand as you stroked him. He released a silenced groan when you bit into your bottom lip humping his hand while jerking him off in his jeans. You shook your head making him whine. Without thinking you lifted your hips enough to swipe your underwear down.

“Feels so fucking good,” he praised stopping his hand movement to relish in the feel of your hand spreading his precum around his thick member. His jeans felt too tight and he was stumbling to pull them down with one hand. He kicked them down to his knees trying to shake them off as he leaned forward to kiss you again. He licked his lips pulling away, “Ready?”

He reached into his folded down jeans pulling out his wallet and flipping through it to find a condom. He always kept himself stocked. When you have your sign nodding your head he gripped your hip softly and withdrew his hand from your cunt as it tore into the condom and rolled it onto himself when your hand moved back. He aligned his cock with your entrance swiping your hair to one shoulder. You turned your head to face him and your mouths came together in a string of moans as he sank into your heat. He gave you a moment to adjust to the stretch. Fuck, how could you feel so good

You brought your hand to the back of his head forcing him closer until your lips met in a greedy kiss. His hands were on your waist and like you weighed nothing, he lifted off your tight heat before sinking back down. He bucked upward every time he reached the base of his cock in your pussy and repeated the motion over and over again. He pushed his face into the warmth of your neck moaning softly in your ear.

“Ride me,” he grunted sneaking his hand under your back and rolled you on top of him. He hit the metal floor hard but he didn’t care as his hands found your waist again beginning to buck up into you. In one particular harsh thrust you almost fell forward, hands flat on his chest and his hand traveled down your thigh between your legs. He was rougher now, sweat collecting at the ends of his hair. He looked down watching the way his own veins that traveled down toward his cock protruded with each thrust. He held your hips up to keep you from falling over and the knot in his stomach tightened seeing the curve of your back arch.

All it took was for you to begin bouncing back onto him for him to let out a loud groan uncaring about the thin walls of your apartment complex. He hadn’t known that the grip on your hips tightened when he angled you toward his cock to reach even deeper.

“Fuck,” he muttered staring down at the way his cock disappeared in your folds only to come back out and push more slick and precum inside, “I’m gonna cum.” His thumb brushed over your clit collecting some of the wetness and without thinking he rubbed it into your nipple. Pushing himself off the floor he brought his lips to the bud licking the slick off flicking his tongue. Your hands were on his hair as he sucked harder guiding your hips over him

“Gonna cum,” you pushed your hips down urging him to do something. Feeling your walls attempt to constrict around his cock he sped up, “That’s it, so close.”

“Jung—fuck, I’m gon—“ you cut yourself off with a groan as he dipped his head lower to suck on your nipple again. Immediately, your body reacted thrashing for a short moment as you released around him. He grunted into your skin feeling your walls tighten and it felt so good. It took his a second before he was releasing into the condom.

You stayed like that out of breath trying come down as he hugged you. Neither one of you said anything as the cold night air began to cause shivers down your body now that the heat of arousal was gone. You covered your chest looking around for your shirt and sliding it on. Jungkook was quiet as he sat back fully looking for his own things. You looked at each other for a moment.

“It’s late,” you mumbled wrapping your blanket around your legs, “And cold.”

“Yeah,” his voice was hoarse as he looked at the space between you two. He can’t believe you two just fucked and it was probably the best he’s had in a long time. He cleared his throat, “We should uh, um, let’s talk tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

You didn’t message him the next morning but he didn’t reach out to you either. In all honesty he was a little weirded out. Not by you but by what he currently felt.

He’s not used to feeling this way for someone and it was kind of scaring him. He didn’t even feel like this with his last girlfriend. That’s probably why it ended with an entire milkshake dumped on his head after he told her he didn’t love her.

But what was this feeling he had for you?

You waited around for hours to see if he’d talk to you first but he didn’t. Considering everything he said last night leading up to sex you were confused. It’s what brought you knocking on his window and following him toward his bedroom.

“Can we talk about last night?” You asked. You just wanted to clear the air. If he actually meant it or if he was just trying to get in your pants.

“What’s there to talk about?” He asked pacing his bedroom before leaning against the wall, “What happened last night?”

You stared at him trying to see if he was pulling a prank on you. He nodded, “Oh! You mean that? Yeah sorry, I was drunk, wasn’t thinking straight. It won’t happen again.”

He hadn’t been drunk but it’s best to play it like he was. You sighed, “You kissed me.”

He visibly flinched at the reminder. He kissed you. He kissed you a lot actually and each time was better than the one before. His lips still felt numb from making out and he could still taste you on his tongue. Still, he shrugged, “Yeah like I said, I was drunk.”

“Okay,” you looked into his eyes trying to see if you can spot what he actually felt, “So just forget about it?”

He huffed, “Yes. Get over it. It was just sex. I said all that because I wanted to have sex with you, no other reason to it. So if there’s nothing else to talk about you can leave.”

He’s not sure what he expected but it definitely wasn’t the look on your face. The disappointment. There wasn’t an ounce of anger, it was just disappointment. It almost made him cry strangely enough. Why couldn’t he stop himself from being mean? He avoided your stare looking to the floor instead. He wants to tell you to trust him. That this is for the best because he’s not a good person deep down even if he acts nice to you.

It took you a while to react but when you did you just shifted your gaze to the floor. You sniffled a little fighting back a flood of emotions. The silence was eating at him but he held his ground. He kept the facade of being strong up and distanced himself from you mentally. Here it was, his final blow.

“You knew what you were getting yourself into with me,” he shrugged looking away from you too trying to come across like he didn’t care. He didn’t. He swears it. Last night was just a glitch in his system. He let his emotions get the best of him and actually told you about how much he liked you. That can’t happen.

“Yeah, I did,” you agreed with him. He leaned against the doorframe watching you gather your things. He was getting impatient almost, the sooner you’re gone the sooner he’ll be able to breathe. But at the same time he wants to take it all back. He wants to tell you that even if he’s not good at relationships he still wants to try with you.

Right now he was being suffocated by your essence and he needed you gone, for his well being and so these hopeful wishes will disappear. Truly. You brushed past him out the door of his bedroom. He watched you put your shoes on.

“And I know I said I was happy I got to know you,” you spoke as you straightened up, hand on the doorknob, “You can just forget I said that.”

“Forgotten,” he said in the most monotonous tone you’d ever heard. With a scoff in disbelief you swung the door open letting yourself out and slammed it shut. Not even two seconds later another door slams just feet away.

And that folks is why you shouldn’t screw your neighbor.

At once the breath he’d been holding in came out in jagged pants. He ran his hand over his face looking at himself through the entrance mirror. Jungkook didn’t like this. He took a step toward the door, he needs to apologize. He didn’t have to act like that but in his mind it’s for the best. He would never be able to be the guy for you even if he wanted to be.

He turned abruptly pacing back to his bedroom slamming his own door shut. He’s positive you’ll both get complaints tonight. Once in the comfort of his room without any other body occupying space he let it out. His hands tightened in fists as he covered his face letting anger seep into his expression. He was reckless, too reckless with you.

That’s why he slipped up. That’s why he let his emotions show too much. He was practically building himself up to be put down. He was setting himself up with you to be the vulnerable idiot you wanted him to be. You’re too good for him, he’s always known it. Ever since you knocked on his door for the first time telling him to shut the fuck up he knew it. He knew you’d have this hold on him without even knowing it and he didn’t want to ruin it. He got closer to you and fell for you hard.

Then, he did what he tends to do and that is fuck up. It was bound to happen and honestly it could’ve been worse. He could’ve played into this fantasy of being happy with someone. He could’ve acted like he’d never try and ruin it like he’s done with so many other people. But then when he’d start his journey of self destruction it’d be too late and you would’ve hurt him a lot worse. You didn’t even seem that mad about his crass behavior. You took it like a champ and walked out like it wasn’t a bother.

If you would’ve done that to him he’d be way more hurt. He remembers the first girl who broke up with him, the betrayal he felt that scarred him. Being constantly torn down by her only for her to leave him like he was nothing. It’s why it was so easy to do that to other people now. He learned to like being the one doing the hurting. Someone was bound to get hurt in a relationship and he just didn’t want it to be him. He didn’t care if he fucked with a lot of girl’s feelings. All he cared about is never feeling the way he felt the first time he got dumped.

Comparing you and what relationship the two of you had in such a short time told him what he didn’t want to hear. It told him he’d hurt a hell of a lot more by your hands than any other person’s he’s ever been with. He just knew if he tried it with you and it ended bad he wouldn’t be able to recover. And that pissed him off.

Like fuck, he’s the one who was an asshole and mean yet here he was throwing a fit about it. He regrets thinking the way he does because look at what he’d just done without even fully realizing it. He has never ever felt bad for being the way he is except right now. Right in this moment after you’ve walked out his door and made it known you wanted nothing to do with him. You walked out his door, not through his window but you actually used the door. He’s not sure if you’ve ever gotten to each other by using the actual door.

He’s never been bothered by the retribution of his actions but your response caught him by surprise. Why? Because you gave him nothing. No tears. No yelling. No tantrums. You just took it and gave him a look of disappointment instead. Though if he were honest he’s not sure if it was at him or at yourself.

He wonders if you were feeling anything similar to the way he felt. Though you should have nothing to regret unless it were ever getting involved with him. He’d understand if you regretted that now. It just won’t beat the regret he feels for pushing you away.

You didn’t feel regret. You felt anger, mostly at yourself. You let yourself fall for the playboy neighbor of yours.

For the same piece of shit thinking he’d change for you. For you? Yeah you definitely played yourself there. As if the selfish fuck Jungkook could change for anyone other than himself. As if he’d want to.

As if he wasn’t happy enough in this un-poppable bubble of self pity and insecurity.

You know what he’s doing and you’re not gonna give him the satisfaction of knowing he won. He proved you right when he said he wasn’t good enough for you. You should’ve honestly just believed him when he gave you those warnings. But if he hadn’t been so sweet… so gentle just to you, you wouldn’t have ignored the signs.

If he would’ve just treated you as badly as he treated every other girl who walked out his door you wouldn’t feel like this. You would’ve written him off as that asshole he so badly wants to be.

If he would’ve just never showed you the other side to him that made you think he’s not that bad. That he actually just needs someone to talk to and that he’s actually very caring and emotional. He had you fooled, you get it, and that just pisses you off.

You still refused to give in. You weren’t going to give him what he wanted. And you knew what that was. He wanted to hurt you before you could hurt him. He won’t admit but you both know that’s true. The time you’ve spent getting to know him, having intimate conversations late at night when it’s just you two told you a lot about him. The reason why he doesn’t just kiss anyone is because he’s scared to get close to someone. He’s so scared of being hurt that he shuts everyone he cares about out.

If he wanted to shut you out, fine. You’ll be out.

You’ll walk past him like you don’t even known him. You won’t look at him. You’ll force yourself to not even think about him because if he thinks he’s hurt you he’s dead wrong. You’re gonna show him he can’t treat you like shit and expect you to trail after him like a little puppy wanting to fix him. As if.

But truthfully, you could’ve fixed him. You were fixing him in his eyes and that scared him shitless. He hugged his knees as he sank to the floor wallowing in that self pity he’s practically addicted to. There is something seriously wrong with him for not wanting to be the guy for you. No, for not allowing himself to be the guy for you. He wants to be that person but he doesn’t let himself. Last night should’ve never happened. You should’ve continued on as friends but that high feeling he got around you made it so hard for him to respect any boundaries between you two.

He was already halfway there. You cared about each other, genuinely, and he felt it. He felt the validation and affection he’d so desperately tried to push away and it scared him. It showed him that he was changing who he was to be right for you. Or you were right for him. One of those two. He’s just never been into change.

He keeps thinking about the moment before everything changed last night. Just being outside in your spot together. Talking in hushed voices, hands brushing over each other, looking into your eyes and seeing the stars in them. Then the kiss, the kiss was mind blowing. He never wanted to kiss anyone so badly like he had with you. He couldn’t get enough. He just wanted to get closer and closer.

But it’s whatever. He’ll get it over it, right?

He didn’t think about it for a full 48 hours. In truth he just tried not to think at all. He busied himself with all these tasks so that he wouldn’t drift off into an endless stream of thought. He’d only think about how he fucked up and even if he wanted to take it all back instantly it wouldn’t matter to you.

“What’s up with you?” Jin nudged Jungkook’s leg off the coffee table. The younger of the two barely turned to look at his friend. He lifted his shoulders in a shrug and let his eyes drift back to the tv.

Even if he was bored of watching his friends go over the same movies as always he still put up with it. As long as it meant he’d stay out longer and return home later. That’s the only way he can ensure you won’t run into each other in the elevator when you’re off work. He, of course, knows your routine to the tee. He just never realized how much time he’s devoted to you lately except now that you’re not in the picture.

“How’s it going with your friend who’s not really a friend but you wanna lie and say is a friend, Y/n? You both still being little shits to each other?” Hoseok asked glancing over at him briefly. Of course they all knew about the times Jungkook would complain about you only to turn around and bring you to a party in front of everyone where he only paid attention to you. It had definitely left a lasting impression on his friends who’d only known Jungkook to have a different girl all the time. He’d only been talking about you these last few weeks and now he’s dead silent.

“Who?” He asked as if Hoseok hadn’t just said your name. That even made Yoongi pay attention now, “What do you mean who? Y/n?”

Jungkook didn’t say anything staring at the blank tv as if a movie would choose itself and he’d be ready to watch it. Jin shook his head, “He’s being weird.”

“Very,” Hoseok agreed before scooting closer to Jungkook, “So what? You finally scared her off? Finally found something to hate?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jungkook said pulling the hood of his hoodie up to block his face. He doesn’t want to talk about you. What he had with you was short lived and in the past now. It’s been three days so he should get over it.

“I liked her,” Namjoon shrugged dropping the book he’d been reading as he looked at everyone, “You two seemed to really hit it off.”

“We were just hanging out,” Jungkook tried to downplay it. He knew you weren’t just hanging out but if he called it like that then he wouldn’t think about it as much. It won’t make him think about those late night conversations, the laughs, the innocent touches.

The little sparkle in your eyes when he’d tell you something that made him feel like shit and you just listened understandably. It’s the same look you’d given him when he fucked up except with disappointment laced into it. Like you expected him to fuck up with you and he hated that. He hated how you judge him before knowing him. He hated that he proved your judgements right in the end.

“I, for one, am not surprised at all Jungkook did something to drive her away,” Jin said looking at him as he glared back, “No offense. It’s just what you do.”

“You always have to find something that you don’t like,” he went on when Jungkook didn’t snap at him, “There’s always gotta be something wrong because you don’t want to let yourself fall for someone. And I hate to say it but you fell for Y/n, fell for her hard.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He jumped to his feet, the others looking at him now as he cut through the space between the couch and coffee table to leave. He heard Hoseok first, “Come on man where you going?”

Jungkook didn’t say anything as he put his shoes back on and got his keys. He left the place without a goodbye and stormed to his car. He wasn’t going to sit there and let everyone paint him as the villain over something so stupid. Okay, whatever, he probably ruined his chances but who cares. It happened. It’s done. Nothing will fix it now and honestly he doesn’t want to. He was bound to fuck up sooner or later, it’s better he did it now.

He got to his apartment complex a little after 10:00pm. He hoped you would’ve been home now and he wouldn’t have to run into you. He could only hope though and even that didn’t do shit for him.

Not when he stopped at his floor, one foot in the elevator and the other crossing the threshold into the hall. He spotted you the second he looked up. The cold gaze in your eyes as you walked past him like he wasn’t even there. It took him a total of five seconds to process your approach. The way your eyes refused to glance at him like he was nothing but invisible to you.

He didn’t hide the way he craned his neck following after you but even with his obvious attempts at catching your attention you still didn’t pay him any mind. Instead you reached for the button and let the elevator doors shut him out like the stranger he wanted to be.

You were dressed up in a fitted miniskirt and blouse like you were going out. At this time you probably were going out but to where? With who? Why was Jungkook still thinking about it as he unlocked his front door and stepped into his home.

He understands not wanting to be friends anymore but… But to pretend like there was never anything between you two? Now that was just cold. He had full intentions of at least offering up a smile in greeting when you ran into each other but to get the cold treatment? It was nothing less of what he deserved but still. It hurt.

He went to bed early tonight.

“So what happened then?” Leehi asked a few days later. She’s fully picked up on the fact that you and Jungkook aren’t talking. She sat on your couch watching you work on your next presentation.

“Nothing, we just stopped talking,” you told her. She didn’t say anything waiting for you to elaborate but you didn’t. She nudged you with her foot making you look up at her, “Let’s go out then. Let’s get really fucked up and find some cute guys to pay for our drinks. What about that?”

And you agreed. Anything to get out of the house. Living next door to someone you thought you were getting close to only to pretend like they never existed was hard. It was physically draining.

“No Taehyung tonight?” You asked later on when you and her were cutting through the crowd in the club. She shook her head, “No, he scares the guys away. Come on let’s get a drink.”

You let her drag you away, unaware of the man from your building coming in with his own friends.

“I’m telling you, you’ve just gotta get back in the game then,” Hoseok chuckled leading Jungkook inside, “Just your unapologetic self again. It’s what you’re good at.”

He didn’t say anything nodding his head, “But I need a drink first.”

“Care to dance?” Someone asked from behind you. You’d barely gotten your drinks and already someone was coming up to you. You turned around facing a guy with a bright smile and puffed cheeks. He looked at you before turning to your friend, “Or a group dance?”

“Fuck it,” Leehi pushed you toward the guy as the three of you went off, “What’s your name stranger? I’m Leehi.”

“Jimin, it’s nice to meet you,” he cleared his throat looking back to you, “What about you? You have a name?”

“No, I don’t,” you said lightheartedly, “It’s Y/n.”

“Y/n?” He repeated nodding his head as he turned to face you two with a little bump in his step, “So what brings you girls out tonight? Just some drinking?”

“It’s been a long week,” Leehi answered urging you to at least attempt to sway to the beat, “Y/n here needed to get out of the house.”

“Oh?” Jimin asked looking at you sideways. He was extremely attractive and you hated that you couldn’t appreciate it. All because you kept thinking about Jungkook and how he made these unknown feelings for him rise in one night only to destroy them the next day. You really were a fool. You weren’t going to let him ruin your night by thinking of him. So instead, you forced a smile and got closer to Jimin, “Yes, so let’s get drunk and see what happens?”

“Slow down Kook, we just got here,” Jin told him as he downed another shot. He whipped around to tell him to fuck off when he saw it.

In the mix of people illuminated by strobe club lights, there you stood—or danced. A smile on your face, hand holding some guy’s, and laughing. And he wished for you to turn and look at him, see him here and actually react instead of act like he wasn’t here. This time around you actually did look at him directly.

His breath hitched when your eyes met and it made him sick. Sick with the way your smile immediately vanished upon seeing him. Like just the sight of him was enough to ruin your day when before he’d make any excuse to see you.

You turned away leaving him to watch as you said something to the guy and Leehi. He watched you walk away and he couldn’t take it. Was seeing him really that hard for you when you acted like you didn’t care what happened between you two? You’d given him no sign of how you actually felt when he’d been so cold. You just shut yourself down. He didn’t like that. He needed to know what you thought of him.

It’s what had him storming off after you. He ignored his friends, he ignored Leehi when she spotted him following you but he didn’t stop. Not until he was outside the lit club looking past the line of people and drunks scattered around the street.

You turned the corner of the street to try and find a cab. It was dark and scary and not something you wanted to do. So dejected, you turned back to head back inside. Who cares if Jungkook was here? You’ve done good avoiding him and you live next door to each other. Who cares if he’s in the same night club as you.

You stopped mid step, Jungkook just a few feet behind you, lips slightly parted, hair out of place, hand reached out. Fuck him. Fuck him. Why? Because you feel like crying now and that’s not what you wanted. Why can’t he just leave you alone? Why does he have to look at you every time you pass each other in the elevator? Why does he have to still sit out on the fire escape?

You sniffled a little walking toward him to try and go back inside.

“Can we talk?” He asked suddenly stepping in your way, “Please Y/n, you have no idea how shitty I feel.”

“Move,” you said trying to step the side to pass him but he joined you. He shook his head, “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know why I have to fuck every good thing that comes into my life, okay? I don’t know why I do it,” Jungkook confessed, “I don’t know why I was so cold last time. But—but you didn’t have to avoid me.”

You didn’t say anything feeling yourself close to tears and you weren’t going to break.

“I fucked up. I know I did. I knew it when you left but please, just please give me one more chance,” he begged, “You were right. I don’t just kiss anyone and I kissed you. And that might not mean shit to you but it means everything to me. It’s because I genuinely liked you, I fell hard for you and that was scary.”

“And I regret not telling you sooner,” he said, “But fuck Y/n, I thought you liked me too. Instead you just let me treat you like shit and say things I didn’t mean.”

“What did you want me to say Jungkook?” You took a step closer to him, “You wanted me to cry? To beg you to not be mean? Would that have even changed anything?”

His jaw clenched as you went on, “Or would I just have been like every other girl begging you to change for them? Because you ignore them all too.”

“I want to change for you if you just give me a chance.”

You scoffed brushing past him tired of hearing the same thing again, “I did give you a chance. It’s why we were friends, wasn’t it? And all you did was prove that you’ll never change.”

He winced at those words. Why were his eyes burning? Why did his heart beat so fast it was almost painful, “But you don’t have to act like there wasn’t anything special between us.”

“You’re the one who said you just wanted to have sex,” you reminded him.

He shook his head, “I lied. I was scared. I am scared, please just understand that. You deserve someone better than me and I know it but please just give me another chance.”

You looked at him, teary eyes as you didn’t say anything for a moment. Finally, you shook your head, “I’m sorry but no.”

He froze.

“And I don’t care enough to comfort you anymore,” you told him, “I just hope that the next time someone comes along and you feel for them what ever fucked up shit you felt for me, you won’t mess it up again.”

“Y/n—“

“And I’m ending my lease,” you cleared your throat, “It ends in a week and I’m not going to renew it. So don’t worry, you won’t have to see me again. I’ll get over it like you wanted me to.”

He let you leave. He let you leave him alone in this dark street corner processing your words.

You weren’t going to forgive him.

You weren’t going to give him a chance to prove you wrong again.

You were done with him like he’d been done with every girl whose heart he broke.

How could he love someone he’d never dated? Someone he didn’t know that long but impacted him heavily?

And how could he let himself ruin it again?

He fucked up with you and that was rock bottom for him. That was the final crack in his facade that would keep him together.

His final moment before he realized he needed to change for himself first.

Maybe he really won’t see you again.

Or maybe in a few months he’ll see you again. You’ll see that he’s changed. He’s not as immature. Not as cold.

He’s not sure exactly but from this point on he’ll never hurt someone with the words he says again.

Never again.

Not after you.

::.

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a/n this literally took me a week to write but idk. I was literally listening to those two songs on repeat and

“Somebody that I used to know” by gotye and

“You get me so high” by the neughbourhood lol

also this isn’t a happy ending for y/n and jk bc he doesn’t deserve it lol

I think he needed someone he truly cared about to not put up with his shit for him to see that he fr has to change and that he can’t just act one way one minute and then get mad when it bites him in the ass.

NO PART TWO

Touch me wherever oc showing jungkook that she can take care of herself because she learned how to masturbate and just does it in front of him 😍

touch yourself here (m) | jjk

summary: now that he's learned how to do it, jungkook wants to teach you how to touch yourself too!

pairing: jungkook x reader

wc: 1k

genre: smut pwp drabble | innocent!jungkook x innocent!reader, loss-of-innocence!au

tw: explicit smut, masturbation, fingering (guided masturbation), voyeurism(?), inexperience, slight awkwardness, first time, slight manipulation i guess, early inklings of a dom!jungkook, assume characters are 18+ but naive

a/n: this is a lil drabble from the touch me wherever au, but can be read as a standalone. dear beautiful anon, ik this is a bit different than your scenario so i hope that is okay. thank you for sending this in <3 i hope you enjoy it ;)

"Do it"

Jungkook large eyes blinked at you expectantly through the reflection of his full-length mirror. He had you sprawled out, your legs wide open as he huddled up besides you on the floor of his bedroom, whispering directions against your shoulder. 

"Just trust me. Touch it" His arm extended, reaching between your legs to where your throbbing, exposed cunt waited in anticipation. Jungkook had called you this morning, excited after discovering that he could relieve his own burning cravings of you with his own hands around his flushed cock. He wanted to show you, to see if perhaps you would be able to do the same thing. 

The moment you arrived, he pulled you into his room, insisting you get undressed. The night before, when his hand had wiggled its way down his own shorts while reminiscing over your feverish encounter, he appreciated the feeling of skin against burning skin. He wanted you to have the same experience. He could tell you were hesitant as he tugged down your jeans, but he knew you trusted him. You wouldn’t say no. Not to him.

The light brush of his finger over your clit had you squealing. Hushing you softly, he began drawing circles over your tingling core, eyes steady on you through the mirror. He relished the way your eyes went half lidded. The way you bit your lip to suppress the moans that so desperately wanted to escape. The way your bare chest began heaving as your breath quickened. The way you fell apart, weak under his touch.

"See what I'm doing?" You nodded shyly. Jungkook thought you looked so cute, especially as a pout appeared on your lips when he retracted his hand. "Now you try”

You pursed your lips, giving him an uncertain look as you reached down where Jungkook's fingers had just been a moment ago, mimicking his actions.

"Yup...in little circles..yesss. Exactly. Just like that" Jungkook encouraged you on, watching from the reflection in front of him as you furrowed your brows, poking at your clit. 

"It doesn't feel as good" You admitted, "I like it better when you do it"

Jungkook sighed."I know but what if I'm not there to help? I don't want you to be in pain" He clicked his tongue “Think about how it felt. When I touched you. It only works if you think about me”

A wave of faintness washed over you as you continued to gently massage your clit. Your eyes locking with Jungkook’s, which caused a burning glow in your chest. Fingers now gliding seamlessly as the area began to dampen.

"See! Wasn't I right?" Jungkook smiled at you, resting his head on your shoulder as he peered down towards your glistening folds. One hand made it’s way to your back, stroking you comfortingly as you continued "Open them wider—your legs. Maybe it'll feel nicer"

You gulped, obeying his suggestion. Turning to look at him directly, your breath escaped you. His face was so close. You felt your cheeks getting warm. A coil building within you, ready to simply burst into flames. He could tell you were feeling it. He did his best to suppress the smirk that tugged at his lips as you began to get flustered. 

A loud gasp left your mouth as the sound of squelching wetness became prominent. You stopped immediately, suddenly feeling embarrassed, but Jungkook grabbed your wrist—shaking his head.

“It’s only me Y/n. Don’t worry. This is good. You feel good, don’t you?”

You nodded reluctantly. Jungkook let his fingers slide over yours, guiding them back to your clit, moving your fingers under his to push them deeper into you. “Try…maybe pressing harder...like this?”

"J..jungkook..." You gasped, burying your face in his shoulder as he continued to fill your body with excruciating pleasure. His heart twisted, seeing you curl into him as you inhaled his scent. Unconsciously causing your hips to buck up while he pushed you even further, speeding up your fingers.

"There you go. Just like that" His voice vibrated against you as you whimpered a pathetic yes in response. "I'm gonna let your hand go...then I want you to go faster okay. I promise, you're gonna feel amazing"

"O..okay" You shivered as the warmth of his hand left yours. He instead cupped your face, forcing you to look back in the mirror.

"Go on. Faster Y/n. You're almost there" He urged as you began to flick your fingers at a rapid pace, heavy breaths unable to keep up with how fast your heart was pounding. 

"Come on. Keep going. Just like that. Don't stop" Jungkook's voice remained steady as he watched you, ensuring that you didn’t slow down. He loved the look in your eyes, something so dark and beautiful seemed to come from them when you were like this.

It had him itching to reach down in his own pants.

"Jungkook I need to stop!" You cried, your other hand tightly gripping his thigh. He shook his head.

"No. Y/n. I'm telling you okay, just keep going. Just do as I say. Almost there...don't you feel amazing Y/n? Tell me"

Your mouth was dry, thighs beginning to tremble, prompting Jungkook to grab them, keeping them apart as you began whining incessantly.

"Yeah...um...it feels really good..." Your legs resisted, but Jungkook's firm grip squeezed down, ensuring you couldn't move. Your back arched, hips bucking as you reached your high. "JUNGKOOK" You screamed. Fingers now covered in liquid. You felt something throb deep within you, causing you to twitch all over. A serene wave of pleasure coursed through your every vein. "Ahhh..ahhh..." You groaned, fingers picking up the pace as you stretched the feeling on as long as you could.

Jungkook watched with piqued interest, cock twitching as you reached your high. He gently caressed your thighs as you began to calm down, removing your finger to examine its sticky state.

His lips found yours, tongue sliding into your mouth as he crawled over your lap.

"Now, give me your hand. You're gonna help me do it too"

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Warning: thigh riding.

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"Jungkook-ah..." Y/N whined tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie, trying her best to get his attention. Jungkook kept a tight face, scrolling through Twitter without giving her a single reaction. "Baby, it was weeks ago! Why are still mad at me?"

Jungkook huffed, rolling his eyes as she pouted. It wasn't weeks ago, it was two days ago! How did she expect him not to be pissed off? To be fair, she apologized sincerely to him but he was being an arrogant prick. Two days ago Y/N was being flirted by a man who he rather not be named, the angel she was, she didn't even know but Jungkook was obviously jealous because the man was making him feel self-conscious because he literally looked like Michael B. Jordan.

Y/N decided to break his barriers by jumping on his lap, hugging him as he nuzzled her face into her neck. She peppered kisses all over from his jawlines all the way down to his collarbones.

"Please" Kiss. "Forgive" Kiss. "Me" kiss.

And god, he wanted to give in so bad but he couldn't. He tried so hard to keep his hands off of her and his attention on his phone.

"I miss you, Jungkook-ah..." He cleared his throat because he knows what exactly she was doing now. Her voice became higher, almost innocent-like to rile him up. "Don't you miss me?"

Y/N pulled away staring at his face as their eyes meet once and for all. She was doing those eyes and does lips if he were to describe it, she looked like an emoji. He hated that face because no matter what, he had to give in.

"Oppa, please... I want you" Y/N feels her moving his hips now, grinding his heated cunt on his cock. Jungkook groaned, feeling it growing hard as he grabbed her by the waist and placed him on his thigh.

"On my thighs" He demanded, "That's all you fucking get"

Jungkook still wanted to win no matter what. He wanted to let Y/N know that he can survive without... Any of this. He can last, he's sure of it.

Y/N smiled because those were the only words that came out in two days. She missed his voice so much. She giggled excitedly, taking off her sweatpants as she situated on his laps correctly. A spot she knew would be good.

Jungkook's attention diverted back to his phone but Y/N didn't care, she wanted Jungkook. She wasn't going to care if she was going to rub one out on his thighs.

Her clit was pulsating and her panties were starting to get wet. Y/N grind her hips against his legs as she shuddered, loving the firmness of his strong flesh on her pussy. Jungkook was staring at the same Instagram post the minute she started and his mind was getting dizzy.

"Mhmm" She whimpered softly as she hugged Jungkook closer to her body, "Oppa..." Jungkook can't exactly deny his cock wasn't growing in his pants. He didn't want to look but goodness his girl looked so pretty rubbing her clit all up his thighs like this. "Mhmm..."

Her whimpers were the ones that get him every time. Her lips pursed as if she's trying to contain her pretty moans from coming out. Jungkook finds himself unconsciously bouncing his legs as she squeaked at the sudden pressure her provided.

"Jungkook!" She squealed, gripping his back as he closed his eyes, trying so hard to hold himself back from losing control. He tried thinking of other things but in his mind, there was only his pretty girl fucking his thighs.

Y/N, on the other hand, was getting close. The fact that Jungkook was cooperating made it so much better as the feeling in her stomach started to coil. She threw her head back, whining as she cummed on his thighs, Jungkook could feel the juices of her cunt seeping through his pants. He was proven correct when Y/N scooted back, showing the damp spot of her juices soaked through. Jungkook groaned, as his eyes darted back and forth from her wet panties and his wet pants.

"You're a fucking tease, you know that?" Y/N opened her eyes, still feeling a little breathless from her previous orgasm. "Bend over the couch, let me fuck you until you forget anybody else other than me. Let me fuck you till you cry"

omg imagine not knowing how to masturbate or whatever and then jungkook teaches u how finger urself😳

((omg i got way too carried away w this one so i hope u like it,, also sorry if the format is ugly i’m posting on mobile and have no idea what i’m doing lol))

“You’ve never what?”

God, you wished you’d never answered Jungkook’s stupid question. You two had been friends forever, and when he stopped talking about his own sexual experiences and started asking about yours, you didn’t have much to say.

Sadly, you were a virgin who hadn’t even masturbated before.

“I’m not repeating myself, Jungkook,” You huffed in embarrassment, crossing your arms. He shook his head at your words.

“I’m shocked. You’ve really never fingered your pussy?” He asked you in crude amazement, making you gasp and throw a pillow at him. “Don’t say it like that! And no, I haven’t!” You exclaimed in response.

The boy giggled at your shyness. “Why not?” He asked once more. You rolled your eyes in response.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, cheeks puffed outward. Jungkook cocked an eyebrow at you, letting you know he didn’t believe your miserable lie.

“It’s just kind of scary… I don’t know how, so I don’t do it.” You said shyly, fully preparing yourself to hear Jungkook laugh at you and call you dumb for not knowing how to masturbate. Instead, you were met with silence that made you lift your gaze to him in curiosity.

He was staring at you with interest and another emotion you couldn’t quite decipher.

“I’ll teach you.” He said nonchalantly, though his voice was deeper than it was a few moments ago. It had you bringing your thighs together, only for him to smirk when he noticed.

Pouting, you responded. “This isn’t the time for jokes, Jungkook.”

He leaned forward, face so close to yours you could feel his breath fanning across your lips. “Who said I was joking?”

Feeling your resolve crumble, you nodded quickly with wide eyes. Jungkook seemed to be pleased, smirking at you. “Words, Y/N.”

Frowning, you obeyed. “Okay… Please teach me.” You said shyly. Nodding, Jungkook leaned away from you, allowing you to release a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“You need to work yourself up first.” Jungkook says as he gets off his bed only to turn the lights off, everything slightly illuminated by his computer in the corner of the room. You exhaled shakily as he came back. “How?” You asked innocently.

“Play with your tits.” He answered huskily, causing you to bite back a whimper. You obey, hands slipping under your slightly baggy shirt to fiddle with your bra, pulling the cups down enough to free your breasts.

Even though he couldn’t see it, the thought of everything you were doing and feeling was making Jungkook feel starved.

“Play with your nipples. Rub them, pull at them.” He spoke darkly, head resting on his hand as he observed you. You bit your lip and tweaked at your nipples, back arching and tiny moans leaving your throat at the sensation.

“Fuck.” Jungkook breathed, only making you continue your actions. By now you were sure you were wet enough, you could feel the fabric of your panties sticking to you, leggings no doubt damp as well.

“Take your leggings off.” Jungkook ordered and you almost cried in relief. Shrugging off the pants, you looked at him with wide eyes for more instruction. If you weren’t so worked up, you might’ve had half a mind to be embarrassed.

Jungkook loved the way you were looking at him, like you wanted to do everything he said.

Truthfully, you did.

“Let your fingers dip into your hole. Not all the way- get them wet and take them up to your clit.” Jungkook told you, watching as you tentatively teased your hole, fluttering at the intrusion. Slowly, you trailed them back up your pussy, fingers touching at your swollen clit.

Jungkook groaned at the way your hips canted upwards. You were sensitive, and he loved it. “Shit… Don’t rub it too hard yet. Touch it lightly, you’re so fucking sensitive, aren’t you?”

Not trusting your words, you only whined, nodding your head furiously. Jungkook watched as your sweat-damp hair bobbed against your forehead.

Using all of your willpower, you did as Jungkook told you and played with your clit using fleeting touches. It felt so good, you felt foolish for never having tried before.

“You can rub a little harder now.” Jungkook told you, using his free hand and resting it on the upper part of your thigh, magnifying your experience tenfold. He radiated so much dominance, it curled around your being and almost suffocated you.

You understood why people liked hands around their necks.

Using the pads of your fingers you rubbed at the sensitive flesh of your clit, a choked moan leaving your lips as your legs spread even wider. Jungkook sucked jus bottom lip in between his teeth, pressure so hard he was sure he could make himself bleed.

“Is it good, baby? Haven’t even stuffed yourself yet and you look like you’re in heaven. So fucked out you can probably barely understand me.” Jungkook’s words only fueled the lust that clouded your mind.

Desperate whines and meals left your saliva coated lips as your back arched off the boy’s bed, your arousal no doubt coating his sheets. It would remind him of you later on, when his cock was in his hand as he was chasing release, thinking about how you would feel around him.

“Stuff a finger inside your pussy.” Jungkook signed, watching as you took your free hand and trailed down to your wetness. circling your entrance before putting it in.

“S-so good, Jungkook, ah-,” You moaned, moving your finger at a slow pace to allow yourself to get used to the feeling. Jungkook loved the way his name fell from your lips, entirely enjoying how desperate your were.

“Falling apart with one tiny finger inside your tight pussy. I’d love to see you on a fat cock, sweetheart.” Jungkook growled, making you clench on your finger.

“I want it,” You keened. Jungkook chuckled darkly. “Maybe next time, baby. You need to practice before you take a cock.” He told you pitifully.

“Jungkook,” You moaned loudly, increasing the pace of both of your hands. “I think I’m gonna- oh god,” You whined incoherently, but Jungkook understood your perfectly.

“Cum, Y/N. Cream all over your fingers, soak my fucking bed. Say my name.” Jungkook told you, leaning over you as he observed your face carefully, wanting to carve it into his mind and never forget it.

“Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook!” You all but screamed, release hitting you like a truck. Jungkook took a shaky hand to your head, petting your hair as you went through the motions, only being able to whine as your muscles contracted.

When you came to, you looked up at the boy above you and gave him a sheepish smile. He wouldn’t admit it, but he felt like he into a deeper love in that moment.

“Thank you,” You whispered cutely, causing Jungkook’s lips to spread into a wide smile. “Anything for you.” He answered with finality.

DIRTY NAMES & SILLY KINKS 💦😈🔪

anon asked: are you still doing video requests?? if so..,., can i request a jimin one where he talks to another member(s) abt how their s/o likes to get degraded and how he enjoys calling them names and stuff??

thanks for requesting ! 💗

// part of the BTS sex with (x girls) audio series (check-out masterlist for updates)

~ (+18) audio : sex with jimin

* (This is my masterpiece, i’m sure) Jimin, taking you from behind, as you ear his soft, high-pitched moans, he then starts getting faster. He becomes louder and louder until he finally cums (listen till the end, i swear) and falls on you, exhausted. ~ Enjoy *