Damnn Jiminnn A Little Cheater

damnn Jiminnn a little cheater 😩

one time thing; 02 | pjm

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜; What are you going to do when your best friend asks you to have a sex with her boyfriend?

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: strong language, mature content

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𝚖.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 / 𝚔𝚘-𝚏𝚒

© 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 (𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅)

Saying things got awkward is understandable. As much as you assured Mina that everything’s fine. It’s been two weeks since your last encounter with Jimin and you haven’t seen him since. You’ve been avoiding him — even it wasn’t like he was looking for you. You still had your art class together but you always stuffed your face with books or looked straight ahead of you, not bothering to look sideways in case he was there. Humiliation was making its way out as soon as you left Jimin’s place. The fact that you did something like this made you feel so humiliated. The worst thing about it is you liked it. You liked Jimin’s skin on yours and you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You felt sick to your stomach feeling like you’ve betrayed your best friend. The best thing you could do was avoiding not only to Jimin, but Mina as well. She texted you later in the night asking how it went. What did she want to hear?

Yeah, our sex went absolutely amazing and I loved every second of it.

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all that glitters 01 - JJK | M

pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader

summary: when the sweet, innocent nerd asks for your help to woo all the girls, you didn't think that you would be his first victim.

genre: angst, smut, fluff

word count: 7.4K

warnings/tags: strong language, college au, unrequited love au, y/n kind of lives in the past, don't be fooled by innocent!jungkook, explicit smut and sexting in future chapters

a/n: this is part 1! please let me know what you guys think, i'm always trying to improve my writing, so feedback is appreciated. please pay attention to the dates, they're important and will make sense in future chapters.

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You wake up with a shiver, shoulder cold from where it peeks out of the blanket. You must’ve fallen asleep while you were completing your essay as your laptop lies open, half off your lap. Still in a sleepy haze, mouth feeling a little dry, you reach for the bottled water you keep on your nightstand, to find that it’s not there. You distinctly remember leaving it there last night before you got to work on the essay. As you bend over the edge of the bed to check if it somehow fell and rolled underneath your nightstand, you hear your room door creak open.

You sit up and see a figure slowly make its way to your bed. You live alone and this time a fearful shiver runs down the length of your body. The only light that fills your room is the dull glow of the moon, disappearing momentarily as the clouds pass by. You can’t make out who this person might be, they sit down on your bed with their back facing you. The only thing that you can think of is to reach for the pepper spray that you keep in the last tray of your nightstand.

Slowly picking the bed covers off your body, you place a foot on the ground, and you can feel the adrenalin coursing through your veins. Hands trembling, you reach for the drawer and then you hear the figure sigh loudly.

You stop and see they’re looking at you now and you recognize those doe eyes and pouty lips with a perfect cupid’s bow that are now set in a deep frown.

“Jungkook?” You whisper into the quiet of your room, he looks everywhere except your eyes and he sighs again.

You’re stunned, why would he come here? How did he get into your apartment?

Did he still have his key?

No, you remember he gave it to you when he left, you actually found it on the counter.

But what could he possibly want from you now?

“Noona.”

It has been a while since you heard him say that or say anything to you for that matter.

“I’m sorry.” Again, you’re stunned into silence, he came here to tell you this now? In the middle of the night, after months and months of you crying into your pillow, in the privacy of your room and blaming yourself for everything.

What made him realize that he owes you an apology? After almost a year of pretending you don’t exist, like he didn’t mean anything to you, like all those memories meant nothing to him.

He grabs your hand and pulls you to sit next to him. Still holding your hand, “I’m sorry.”

But you pull your hand away and set it in your lap, refusing to look at him.

He hooks a finger under your chin and finally looks into your eyes, you staring back into his and you can see the guilt and sadness swirling in his orbs.

No matter how long it’s been, you’re still putty in his hands, like all those months of you doing anything and everything to forget him and the memories you share goes down the drain.

You still break, you’re still vulnerable and tears start to cloud your vision, the lump in your throat impossible to swallow and no matter how hard you bite your cheek, the tears still roll down your face.

“You hurt me.”

Something you never thought you’d say to him, is finally being spoken and he looks like he already knows.

Hand coming up to your face, he brushes his knuckle against your cheek to wipe your tears away.

“I know.”

“You left me.”

“I know.”

“I hate you.”

He pulls you closer to him until his arms wrap around your frame, your body shaking with the sobs that escape your lips. Him running his palm along your back with quiet hushes.

He places a soft kiss against the side of your face, then neck. And then he’s slowly laying you down on the bed. Your hands wrapped around his neck and breaths mingling, he places more kisses on your neck and slowly makes his way down, kissing your collarbones that peek from your sleepshirt.

“Let me make it up to you.”

His lips brush the fabric that covers your stomach, and your hands lay limp by your sides, stomach fluttering, pliant under his touch.

He kisses the supple skin of your thigh when he pushes the material up, causing goosebumps to raise all over your body. His breath ghosts the material of your panties and you slowly tangle your fingers in his hair, eyes closing.

“Jungkook.”

You push his head closer to your core and bring your hand up to tweak your nipples.

You feel something in your hand where it rests over your chest, you open your eyes and see purple strands of hair between your fingers.

Looking down to where his head rests between your thighs, you run your fingers through his hair again and see a whole mass of hair caught in your hands.

Heartrate picking up, you push both your hands in his hair when you see more and more of the strands come loose.

“Jungkook? Jungkook?” Voice trembling and tears beginning to well up in your eyes again.

But his head still rests there, and a cold breeze touches the space between your thighs. You push your legs together and see that he is now standing by the foot of your bed. Head hung low with his hands in his hoodie pocket.

“I’m sorry.”

FEBRUARY 2021

You wake up in a cold sweat, body still trembling and heart pounding. Your face is buried in your pillow and it feels wet under your cheek. The reality of the situation hits you and you think of the dream that disturbed your peaceful sleep.

A single tear rolls down the side of your face but you’re quick to wipe it away. It was just a dream, but it felt so real.

It seems like your subconscious is playing tricks on you because you know you were making progress. But the emptiness weighs heavy in your heart no matter how much you try to convince yourself that you were doing okay.

You rub the heels of your palms against your eyes, slowly rising from the bed and picking up your phone to look at the time.

5:45AM

Your first class of the day is at 8AM, so you might as well go back to sleep and wake up with your alarm.

But how can you fall asleep when that dream is still fresh in your memory. Jungkook, the guy you accidentally fell in love with, the guy who plagues every waking thought you have and even when your head is empty, he’s still there. Almost haunting you, reminding you of what you lost, not only a good friendship but the love of your life who will never be yours. You know that today will be one of those days, when the sky will seem dull despite the bright sun rays breaking through the clouds, the air will be murky despite the fresh breeze that rustles the trees and your heart will break all over again despite the time that has passed.

You know very well that thinking of and holding onto the past will only hurt you more, but you can’t stop yourself from thinking of what could have been. Like it’s a guilty pleasure of yours, like you enjoy inflicting pain on yourself. Despite knowing the facts and where you stand in the situation, your heart can’t help but hope, hope for a better future, hope for better days.

People will call you silly if they know that after all this time you’re still foolishly patient and hoping for something that would never happen, still torn over something that you once had and lost all those months ago. The picture you painted in your mind won’t fade and you will continue to pretend that it doesn’t affect you.

You look at the time again, 6:30AM, time always flies when you’re in your head.

You push the covers off your body and see your laptop lying sideways on the floor, you pick it up carefully and lay it on your desk. Heading for the shower you pull off your sleepshirt and kick off your underwear.

Turning on the faucet to it’s maximum heat, you step in the shower and prepare yourself for the onslaught of woeful thoughts.

Drying your hair in a towel, you hear your phone buzz from it’s place on your bed.

[7:13] yoongi: coming

[7:13] yoongi: had breakfast?

[7:14] You: okay

[7:14] You: No

You set your phone down and throw your hair in a messy bun and grab your black sweatpants and hoodie from your cupboard. You hear your phone vibrate again but you’re going to see him in a bit anyway, you don’t need to reply.

Shoving your laptop into your tote bag with your stationery and earphones, you grab your phone and head for the door, slipping your sneakers on.

Yoongi is already waiting outside your apartment when you make it down the stairs. You greet the building’s guard and pull the passenger side door open setting your bag at your feet.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you click the seatbelt into its place and he turns onto the road.

After a silent ten minute drive Yoongi parks and you’re broken from your daydream when he speaks.

“We’re here.”

“That was quick,” and it’s only then when you realize where he has brought you, “Yoongi why are we here, you know half of campus hangs out here.” He hangs out here, but you won’t tell Yoongi that.

He steps out of the car and brushes his blonde hair back, but before he closes the car door he speaks, “you didn’t have breakfast, come on.”

You stare at the small rosebush through the windscreen and then finally decide to step out of the car, Yoongi still waiting by the driver’s side for you.

When you both enter the coffee shop, you stand stunned side by side, “ugh people.” To say the place is packed would be an understatement, by the looks of it there isn’t any place inside and you will probably have to take one of the seats outside in the cool morning air.

He hums and waves his hand for you to follow him. He orders for the both of you and you wait for him at the small table outside, he takes the seat opposite you.

“Won’t be long,” he pulls out his phone momentarily and then locks it and shoves it in his backpack, “so how’d you sleep?”

“Terribly,” you play with the small packets of sugar that’s kept on the table.

“Hmm I can see that,” you shoot him a glare.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He blanches at your tone and rushes to say, “Nothing I’m just saying you look a bit tired.”

The waiter makes their way to your table and sets down your matcha latte and his iced americano.

You add your sugar and stir, “how many classes do you have today?”

You make small talk as you have your drinks, Yoongi ordered brownies and croissants for you to share but you just pluck at the croissant and he notices something is off with you because you can’t say no to croissants and strawberry jam.

When he opens his mouth to ask, he’s cut off by a high-pitched call of his name.

You look up and meet his eyes to see it’s as large as saucers, “ignore her.”

“Yoongi!”

He can hear the voice from behind him and he tries to duck his head, “too late she already saw you,” you smile at him.

“Oh my god Yoongi, what are you doing here?”

You roll your eyes at the question what else would he be doing at a coffee shop.

She pays no attention to you and sits uncomfortably close to Yoongi on the bench, “how’s the new song coming along?”

He clears his throat, clearly uncomfortable from the girl being all up in his personal space, “It’s good, Y/N this is Hayoon she’s in my writing practice class.”

You smile and give her a small wave and she smiles back, the atmosphere awkward because she’s now staring into every pore on your face.

She turns her attention back to Yoongi and you exhale, she starts rambling about her classes and social life to Yoongi but you aren’t paying attention.

You hear her say a name and your hand stops halfway from where it was about to pluck another piece of croissant.

“And oh my god we got matching tattoos, well not matching because we have each other’s initials,” she giggles and rolls her sleeve up, exposing the inner part of her elbow with a ‘J’ on it.

You lift your head up and find Yoongi already looking at you, almost like he’s gauging your reaction to something.

“You know he’s the star of the college track team, Taehyung is a close second but he’s like so good at everything,” she wiggles her eyebrows, “if you know what I mean. Jungkook really is golden.”

You can feel your heartrate picking up and your patience wearing thin because not only is she disturbing your quiet morning time, she comes here and starts bragging about him.

“OMG Yoongi!” She presses her boobs to where his arm rests on the table and starts to massage his shoulder, “have you been working out? Damn you’re really buff,” she continues in a seductive voice, “maybe we can workout together sometime-“ and you slam your fist on the table catching both Yoongi and the girl’s attention.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“I-“

“You’re gonna sit here and start flirting with Yoongi while-“ While you’re with him, while he’s yours and you’re his, you have him as a partner and it’s still not enough for you, and you have the audacity to flirt with other men when he chose you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know you and Yoongi were dating,” you scoff, the double standards.

“We’re not,” you’re quick to say and she stands up.

“Bye Yoongi I’ll see you in class,” she backs away from the table all while giving you a disgusted glance like you’re some freak and you smile at her because you have no fucks to give about what she thinks.

You know Yoongi is staring at you and you don’t want to deal with his questions right now, so you stand up and grab your wallet, “how much?”

“I already paid.”

“Thanks I’ll cover the next time.” If he actually wants to be seen in public with you again, you wouldn’t be surprised if he says he can’t give you a ride to campus.

He dusts the crumbs off his hands and grabs his backpack making his way to his car with a small come on.

Why Yoongi still chooses to be your friend and waste his time with you, you don’t know.

The ride to campus was silent and you’re glad Yoongi didn’t quiz you on your little scene at the café earlier.

You’re unpacking your stationery and laying it on your desk when you see Namjoon enter the class, he gives you a small smile and walks past the empty seats next to you. Of course, he won’t sit next to you because just like everyone else, you pushed him away. But you can’t help the small sinking feeling and it seems like it has a made a permanent home in your heart.

The professor walks in and starts with today’s lesson but you can’t concentrate on the lecture for too long because the guy sitting in front of you pulls out a file with a skull drawing pasted on the front.

FEBRUARY 2019

Your alarm beeping wakes you up from your slumber, you sit up and stretch, yawning when you silence your phone. You scratch your tummy as you take stock of your surroundings, half full yoghurt bowl placed on your nightstand and papers sprawled all over the blanket, you definitely fell asleep while reading your marketing lesson plan last night.

You pick up your yoghurt and scrunch up your nose when you see how limp and warm the fruits have gone.

Your phone chimes and you squint at the brightness of your screen.

[6:32] Chim: wake up sleepy head

[6:32] Chim: day 536 of waiting for you to give me Kiara's #

[6:59] Tae: Jinyoung told me all about last Saturday

[6:59] Tae: Always knew you were a freak you animal

[6:59] Tae: rawr (;

[7:00] Tae: anyway bring breakfast burritos k luv u

You roll your eyes at that, your friends really need to start paying you for all the food you make for them.

[7:00] Joon: hey y/n, sorry wont be able to make it for our study session this morn, and can you please give me a copy of the notes you take for our lectures, have that interview today

You reply to your friends’ messages and hop out of bed to shower. You dry your hair and put on the outfit you left out last night for today. Quickly doing your makeup, you grab your things and head for the kitchen to make the burritos.

You can’t believe that you couldn’t find not one desk in the library, it was packed with all the juniors who haven’t loss their motivation yet. Still early in the year, you guess. You decide to take the table by the waterfall near the quad, your college’s pride and joy. The soft trickle of water is calming, and you wonder why you didn’t consider to study here sooner. It’s better than the dead silence of the library where the only sounds that can be heard is the soft turning of pages and the occasional ‘shh’ from the stern librarian.

You decided that this year there will be no slacking or procrastinating from you. You will be on par with all your lectures and tasks, unlike last year.

You’re shocked at the progress you’ve made with your revision and decide then and there that this is your new favourite study spot.

You decide to take a break and pull out your phone, laughing at the memes Taehyung spammed you with. The sun is at its peak and you notice a shadow moving over your figure now and again, you look up and see a tall guy, a few feet away, walk past your desk and you turn your attention back to your phone. But the shadow looms over you again and you see the guy walk in the opposite direction. Weird.

You decide to watch him and see he does it again, he must be a first-year student. This place is huge, and it isn’t uncommon to get lost, it happened to you a few times.

“Excuse me?”

He turns to you, eyes going wide, and he clutches the stack of books he has in his hand closer to his chest.

“Are you looking for something?”

He walks towards your desk and stares at your books, “Uhm, y-yeah…”

“Can I help?”

“Uhm…it’s the,” he pulls out a page from one of his books and reads, “the Arts and Culture building.”

You nod and open your mouth to give him directions when he cuts you off, “I-I mean if you’re busy I can come back later, y-you look busy and my class there is tomorrow at 1PM.”

You squint your eyes at him, “then why are you looking for it now?”

“W-well I wanted to find it now so I won’t get lost tomorrow and be late for the class,” he looks at his shoes and adds an if that makes sense.

You laugh and he picks his head up to stare at you, “quite the student you are.”

“Well, if you walk around the Law building you’ll see a stairs that breaks through the canteen and Humanities building, if you walk down there you’ll find it.”

He blinks and you’re quick to add “the names are on the buildings.”

He nods and goes to push the piece of paper he pulled out earlier back in his notebook but because there’s so many books in his hand, he drops everything on the floor.

“Oh my god,” you rush out of your seat to help pick up his books.

He quietly picks up his pages that came loose with pursed lips and he looks so disappointed in himself, “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s totally cool, wow did you draw this,” you pick up a page that has a skull with what appears to be fire drawn all around it and the word danger on the bottom.

“Yeah,” he squeaks, finally standing up after picking up everything off the floor.

“You’re really talented, what’s your major?” You ask genuinely curious.

“Photography.”

You sit at the desk and he stands awkwardly on the other end.

“When’s your next class?” He thinks for a few moments then answers.

“I’m done for the day.”

You gesture to the seat opposite you, and he sits hastily, setting down his books on the desk.

“So, photography major huh, your drawings look pretty awesome too,” you smile trying to ease his nerves that are apparent with the way he looks anywhere but at you.

“Thank you,” he starts to look through his books, “I have more.”

He places a few more drawings in front of you and you whistle.

“These are really good, we have a lot of competitions and fundraising events here on campus, you should enter.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you should enter, you’re incredibly talented,” you say while bringing one of his drawings close to your face, “I think I want this tattooed.”

He perks up at that, “really? I also want to get tattoos, I currently have none,” he looks at his hands.

“When I find a good tattoo parlour around here, I’ll let you know,” he smiles at that and you notice that he looks a lot like a bunny with his teeth and bowl cut. Adorable, you think.

Your phone vibrates and you notice the time on your phone, gathering your things quickly, you pack up and stand, “I have class in a few. It was nice meeting you.”

He stands up and bows, “you too.”

You make a run for your next class but after a few minutes you feel someone put a hand on your shoulder, “wait.”

It’s the bunny guy and wait, how did he catch up to you so quickly, with his heavy books in hand too.

“W-what is y-your name?”

“Oh,” you’re a little out of breath yourself, “Y/N.”

He bows again and thrusts his hand out for you to shake, “Jungkook.”

MARCH 2021

The sound of a chair scraping against the floor breaks you out of your daydream, you see people slowly leaving their seats and you surmise that the lecture ended not too long ago. Shoving your things in your bag, you walk to the exit of the lecture hall. As you start to walk out of the building you hear someone call your name. You turn and see Namjoon saying his goodbyes to a few other students that you recognize from your class.

“Hey Y/N.”

“Can I help you?”

“Come on, don’t be like that.”

“What do you want?”

He sighs and rubs his forehead, “I’m having a party tomorrow night and I want you to come.”

“No thanks.”

“Please Y/N,” he holds your shoulder to stop you from walking away, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

You give him a confused look at that.

“I finally got that internship I’ve been working so hard for and…”

“Congrats.”

“I want you to be there, at the party because you helped me get where I am today.”

He can see you’re not budging, and he gives you a sad look.

“Done?”

When he doesn’t say anything else you walk away.

“Please come Y/N.”

APRIL 2019

You’re busy explaining the next group assignment to Namjoon while your friends continue to argue about something that is probably petty, so you don’t pay attention to them. The loud chatter from the other tables in the canteen make your task difficult so you tell Namjoon you’ll regroup later at your apartment.

“Oh my god it’s that dude.”

“You just hate him because coach has a new favourite,” Jimin sniggers.

You look to where Taehyung is pointing and your eyes widen, it’s the cute bunny guy, Jungkook, the one who asked you for directions.

“Jungkook?”

“You know him?”

Both your friends are looking at you now and you shrug.

“Yeah, he was lost once and I gave him directions.”

“Seriously? He actually spoke to you? That guy is like afraid of anyone with boobs.”

“Hey don’t be mean, he was actually pretty sweet and he’s super talented too-“

“Oh my god, can everyone stop saying that,” Taehyung whines and you cock an eyebrow.

“He’s new to our track team, he’s pretty good,” Jimin answers.

You punch Taehyung lightly on his arm, “so you’re jealous huh.”

“Am not.”

You turn to look at Jungkook again, he’s sitting alone with his head buried in one of his books.

“Hey Jungkook!”

“What are you doing?!”

“The kid looks lonely.”

Taehyung leans back in his chair exasperatedly and you wave Jungkook over, he makes his way to your table with his pile of books in hand.

“Hi Jungkook.”

He looks around your table and his eyes widen when his gaze lands on Taehyung, he bows and you pat the space next to you on the bench.

“H-Hi Y/N noona.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes and you take his books from his hand and set them on the table, “did you manage to find the AC building?”

“Y-yes thank you.”

A loud cheery voice breaks through the air and you see Hoseok make his way to your table with a shorter guy behind him, must be from the basketball team.

He fist bumps everyone, “Hey Y/N, is this Jeon Jungkook? New hidden weapon of the track team?”

You look at Jungkook and see a light blush on his cheeks.

“You’ve been on campus for what, two months and you’ve already made a name for yourself?” You give him a proud smile and he fidgets with his hoodie strings.

“Oh, I almost forgot, Y/N this is Yoongi, he’s the new Captain of our basketball team.”

You look to where Yoongi sits in between Hoseok and Namjoon, “Hi.”

“Sup.”

You remember seeing Yoongi at a few parties but he never really mingles with anyone.

Jimin reaches for your lunchbox on the table, “hey Jungkook, want a breakfast burrito?”

Taehyung tries to snatch it from Jimin’s hands.

“That’s mine!”

JUNE 2019

You huff as you set a heavy box on the floor in your lounge and you roll your eyes when you see Taehyung and Jimin try to walk through the doorway, carrying two large boxes themselves, at the same time. Taehyung plops the box in the hallway and sits on the couch, panting.

“Uhm Tae that goes in the guest room.”

“I brought it in here, he can take it himself,” he answers with his eyes closed.

Jungkook runs down the hallway and almost trips over the box Taehyung set down.

“Hey careful Koo.”

You don’t see Taehyung mimic you silently but you turn around when you hear Jimin laugh from his place next to him on the couch.

“Thanks again, noona,” he picks up two boxes at once.

“Hey, don’t sweat it, I could do with a flatmate after living alone for over a year.”

He smiles and disappears down the hall.

“Why didn’t you ask me to live with you?” Taehyung pouts and you set your hands on your hips.

“That’s because you already have a decent living space with Jimin and Seokjin, Jungkook was travelling every day to campus and it was taking a toll on him.”

“Plus you’re a lousy flatmate,” Jimin adds under his breath and Taehyung grabs him by the neck.

“Yah! Take that back! I am not, I keep my living space clean.”

Jimin struggles in Taehyung’s hold, “yes but you have no conscience when other people are sleeping. I am talking about your hook-ups.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault my partners get loud with me,” Taehyung turns to you with a smug grin on his face, “but yeah, Y/N won’t have a problem with that when it comes to Jungkook, pretty sure he’s still a virgin.”

You smack Taehyung’s arm at that and Jungkook appears in the lounge again looking a little sheepish.

“Is this the last box noona?”

“Yep,” you walk towards the kitchen, “let me know if you need help unpacking.”

“Hey Y/N,” Taehyung leans on the kitchen counter and you can already guess what he’s going to say.

“I’m hungry.”

You grab the takeout menus from one of the drawers and set them in front of him.

“No,” he whines, “I want your pasta.”

You sigh, “I’ll make pasta for you.”

“Really?”

“If you promise to be nicer to Jungkook.”

His shoulders drop at that, “no.”

“Taehyung, do you remember what a hard time we had last year? I had to hunt for a decent apartment and you wanted to drop out because-“

“I remember.”

“So, please try to be his friend, he has no one around here and you never know when you might need his help.”

He plays with his fingers and then nods.

“Okay good, lunch will be ready in a bit. Go ask Jungkook if he wants pasta.”

He opens his mouth to object then shuts it when you give him a disapproving look.

MARCH 2021

The light drizzle outside sets a sombre mood for the evening, but you love the cold. It’s a perfect excuse to stay in on a Friday night even though you literally stay in every weekend. The chips packet next to you on the couch sits untouched and you’re still browsing Netflix to find something nice to watch. Why are there so many godforsaken romance movies?

You just need to distract yourself to get your mind off the memories that play like a broken record in your head. You know as long as you continue to hold onto it, it will break your heart over and over again. The longer you think about it, the more you wonder if everything was just a figment of your imagination, whether you were having visions of things that weren’t even there.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying and failing to push everything down.

Your phone vibrates under the blanket you have draped over your legs.

[20:32] yoongi: coming

[20:32] You: why

[20:33] yoongi: Joon’s party

[20:33] yoongi: get dressed

[20:33] yoongi: you know im not afraid to drag you out whether you’re dressed or not

How would he know that you know about Namjoon’s party, of course, they’ve spoken about you. You hate being pitied and you just want to enjoy your Friday night alone like always. But you know that Yoongi means what he says and he will literally drag you there if he has to.

Sighing, you switch off the TV and head for you room, you don’t really need to put in any effort with your outfit. But as you rummage through your cupboard, a thought crosses your mind. What if he’s there? You don’t want to look like a glum, washed out final year student when you get there. But you push that thought away. You don’t need to look good for anyone except yourself, so you dig out a black long-sleeved dress that sits above your knees and hugs your figure.

You slap on some makeup and jewellery and spritz some perfume on your neck. Giving yourself a final look in the mirror, you’re shocked at the person that blinks back at you. It’s been a while since you dressed up, for yourself. Of course..

You hear the doorbell chime and you grab your purse and heels, you yank the door open and see Yoongi standing there in black slacks and a white button up dress shirt tucked in his pants.

He eyes you up and down, then proceeds to walk down the hall, “let’s go.”

You fidget with the hem of your dress as you sit in his car, obviously a sign of nervousness. A part of you hopes for your sake that he isn’t there tonight, but the more selfish part of you wants him to be there, otherwise it would be a waste of an outfit.

When he parks in the driveway of what you assume is Namjoon’s new house, he speaks.

“You look nice.”

“Thanks.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean ‘Why’?” You narrow your gaze at him.

“Nothing I’m just saying that-“

“That nothing. Can we just get this over with.”

He sighs and unlocks the car.

You’re already dreading going in and spending the entire night with a group of people you haven’t seen in months. You’ll just lay low or hang with Yoongi, he hardly talks to anyone at parties anyway.

The house is packed with people you don’t know and you can feel the loud music shake the floor when you walk. Yoongi greets a few people and walks to the lounge, you follow him to the couch and you realize that you haven’t been here before and have no idea where to go.

You sit down hesitantly next to him on the couch.

“I’m waiting for someone.” He says in your ear over the loud music.

“Who?”

“There’s this girl, she said we could meet up here.”

You heart sinks at that, Yoongi is going to leave you alone in this unknown house with a bunch of unknown people.

“Why did you bring me here?”

“You need to get out.”

“Who are you to tell me that.”

“Your friend Y/N,” you turn to look at him, “your only friend.”

You can’t stop the pang of hurt that surges through your heart because he’s right. He is your only friend and soon enough you’ll be alone at the rate you’re going.

“Just let loose for a bit, Y/N, don’t you miss those times when you used to go out and have fun.”

You can’t say anything with the lump forming in your throat, you stand up and head for the kitchen that is across the couch.

You don’t really pay attention to who’s in the kitchen when you see the vast amount of drinks on the table and grab a cup, looking for an unopened bottle.

“Is that you, Y/N?” And you freeze, dropping the plastic cup to the floor, he bends to pick it up and gives you a tight hug.

“I’ve missed you.”

You don’t hug him back and he must’ve noticed because he lets go and bends down to look at your face.

“How have you been, Y/N? Haven’t seen you for so long.”

“Fine Taehyung,” you push his hands off your shoulders and he gives you a pained look at your reaction.

“I’m sorr-“

“Don’t. Just don’t”

“But I am. I’ve failed you as a best friend.”

“Maybe you never were.”

He raises his eyebrows and takes a step back away from you but you don’t waver.

“Besides,” you continue, “it’s been months and doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

He goes to hold your hands but you turn your attention back to the alcohol, facing your back to him.

He drops his arms to his sides and you assume he left the kitchen.

You let out a breath and grab your cup again, blinking back the tears that threaten to fall. You need to go home, maybe you can catch a taxi if Yoongi doesn’t want to take you.

You prepare yourself to walk out of the kitchen and into the crowds of sweaty bodies, praying you don’t run into anyone else.

As you’re making your way through the crowds, you see Yoongi talking to someone with platinum blond hair and when you start to walk closer to him, you see it’s Hoseok. Slowly, you start to walk in the opposite direction to head to the front door but you can see from your periphery that both Hoseok and Yoongi are looking at you now.

You step out onto the porch and take a deep breath of the fresh air, you’ll just have to call a cab. Standing by the window, you peek in to see if Yoongi is till talking to Hoseok but you instantly regret it and you turn away once you see it.

You don’t know what makes you look again, and there you see a girl sitting on Jungkook’s lap shamelessly making out and groping each other. The girl, you notice, is not Hayoon, she has shorter hair. This girl’s long hair sways as she giggles when he kisses down her throat and then shoves his tongue back in her mouth. Fully tattooed arm flexing as he grabs her ass.

You can’t tear your eyes away.

SEPTEMBER 2019

You sit comfortably on the couch, revising some of the notes you made from this week’s lessons. You run your fingers through Jungkook’s hair where it rests on your lap, him playing some video game and cursing at the screen now and again.

You’re shocked at how much Jungkook came out of his shell these past few months. He and Taehyung have gotten closer even though they still argue about who is the fastest runner between the two of them, chasing each other around with bottles of water in hand.

Inevitably, you two were bound to develop a good bond since you practically live together, eat together and do almost everything together.

You’ve recently been helping with his little women problem. He’s just too shy and you find that endearing. You see Jungkook as the little brother you never had.

“Hey noona.”

“Hmm.”

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he switches off his game and you realize that it’s serious because you usually have to beg him to.

You set your notes down and sit upright while he lifts his head off your lap and stares at his hands.

“There’s…”

“You’re getting me worried Kook.”

“No no it’s nothing I just…”

You dip your head to look into his eyes.

“I like this girl…”

“O-okay…”

“And we’ve been talking for a while and she’s in most of my classes.”

You nod, listening carefully and you think you know where this is going.

“I-I want to kiss her.”

Oh. Oh. Definitely not what you were expecting.

“Uhm well have you asked her out yet Kook?”

“Hmm well not yet, but I think I know that part and she seems like she likes me a lot.”

“Okay, so if you want to kiss her, take her on a date, but make sure you ask for consent before you do anything!”

He laughs, “noona, I got all that covered!”

“Okay, then what is it?” Genuinely curious now, you tuck your legs under your butt.

“I-I don’t know h-how to kiss her,”

You should’ve known, “so this will be your first kiss?”

He rubs his neck, “not exactly, I had my first kiss in high school but it was just a peck that lasted less than a millisecond,”

“That’s hardly a kiss Koo.”

“I know, that’s why I want you to teach me,” he beams, “I want her head to explode when I kiss her!”

“Woah there Romeo,” you look around thinking, how am I going to do this, ”so you want me to explain how to kiss?”

“I was thinking you could show me…” He picks at his nail and you look around dramatically.

“There aren’t any volunteers Koo, if you haven’t noticed.”

“I volunteer as tribute.”

“What?”

“What?”

Your mind blanks, “EW, I am not kissing you Jungkook, it’ll be like kissing my younger brother!”

“I know it sounds weird but can you please do it for me? Please? Just think of me as someone else.” He thinks for a while.

“Think of me as Yoongi!”

“Yoongi?” He nods.

“Why Yoongi?”

“I see the way he daydreams when he looks at you.”

“Kook, he daydreams when he looks at everyone but that’s not the point I am not kissing you!”

He clasps his hands together, pleading, “please noona! I’ll do anything for you please!”

“NO!”

“Please, I’ll-I’ll-,” he looks around, “I’ll do the dishes for the whole month!”

You cross your arms and try to ignore the puppy dog eyes he’s giving you.

“I’ll vacuum and scrub every inch of this place!”

You scoff.

“I’ll do the laundry.”

That catches your attention, “three months.”

He perks at that, “yes three months!”

You huff, “don’t tell anyone about this! I am not some cougar!”

“Noona, you’re not even that much older than me.”

He places his hands in his lap and licks his lips, you reflexively do the same.

“So, do you want commentary or…”

“No just give me one of your best kisses, I’ll get the hang of it.”

“Get the hang of it?! How many times do you want me to kiss you?!”

He holds his hands up defensively, “just once! I mean I’ll remember what you did.”

You give him a discerning look, “fine.”

You lean in closer and he does the same, he closes his eyes and you pull back, “this is so weird!”

“Ugh noona please.”

Why is his voice so whiny all of a sudden?

This time you hold his face a safe distance away from you then slowly lean in and pull it closer, you close your eyes when your lips touch.

You slowly move your lips over his and he does the same, you do that for a bit then swipe your tongue along his bottom lip and he mimics your action, when his tongue touches your bottom lip, you slide your tongue across his and flick it against the roof of his mouth, He moans and your stomach flips.

Focus.

You suckle on his bottom lip and then swirl your tongue around his, his hands slowly grab onto your neck and lower back, pulling you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and continue to thrust your tongue into his mouth, he quickly takes over and starts to take control of the kiss, sucking onto your tongue and you think to yourself, he got the hang of it, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to kiss you, your heartrate picks up and you can’t stop kissing him back.

You realize that you have been making out for what felt like hours and you’re absolutely breathless when he pulls away. You instinctively rest your forehead against his and he’s equally as breathless, chest heaving.

“Was I good?”

But you can’t speak because what the fuck.

MARCH 2021

“Y/N?”

A voice breaks you from your daydream and you don’t know how long you must’ve been staring at Jungkook make out with someone else, when you look through the window again, you see he’s gone.

You turn and see Yoongi staring at you with his hands in his pocket, “I’m heading home.”

You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, forgetting you’re wearing makeup and grimace when you see mascara smeared on your hand.

“What about your date?” You sniff.

“She’s with someone else.”

“Oh. Uhm, sorry.”

“Don’t be, she was just a hookup anyway,” he shrugs.

He starts to walk down the stairs of the porch and you take that as your cue to follow.

You lay in bed that night, unable to sleep with the thoughts that haunt your mind. You close your eyes and try to remember the way he looked.

He looked so different, white short-sleeve T-shirt hugging his now muscular body, you think you saw an eyebrow piercing glinting in the bright light of the lounge and his fully tatted arm was what made your breath hitch.

Too lost in your daydream, you don’t feel the incessant vibrating of your phone.

You’ll wake up the next morning, still groggy from all the nightmares you’ve had, to messages from an unlikely sender.

[23:45] Jungkook: hey 😛

[23:45] Jungkook: I saw you today 😉

[23:45] Jungkook: love the new hair

[23:46] Jungkook: btw 😏

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date for me | jjk

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; you make him rethink a lot of things, one in particular, especially if it means no longer having you in his and his daughter’s future

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dilf!jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, fluff, smut, neighbors au, enemies to lovers (?)

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mentions of sex, making out

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5k+

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“Fuck, JK. Do you always keep toys on the couch?” Taehyung curses, pulling the baby rattle under his ass with an unpleasant scowl – the toy no longer digging into his asscheek. “Isn’t she too little for these toys anyway?”

“Sorry, they are kinda just everywhere.” Jungkook apologizes, the two men staring at him rather surprised that he had no snarky remark in return – the old Jungkook would’ve told him to fuck off.

Maybe the present Jungkook would’ve too because after all, he’s not so different. He’s just a dad now. But most importantly, he feels odd to have his friends to come over. After freshly becoming a father, he kind of avoided having them over. Not that they tried to have their way in. Even though his friends probably don’t understand what Jungkook had to go through, what he still has to go through, they’ve always been supportive and never tried to invade Jungkook’s new territory.

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How to Get a Guy. jjk | 02

PART 02 OF 02 | PART 01

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader | [slight] Yoongi x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, roommates!au, college!au, fuckboi!jk, enemies to friends to lovers

Summary: Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He’s loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you’re absolutely bizarre. But there’s a silver lining — Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he’ll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungkook can continue perusing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn’t want to be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?

Rating: 18+ sexual content.

Warnings: protected sex (twice..), oral (f. receiving), rough sex (1), a lot of making out, orgasm denial (for two secs methinks), titty sucking, cursing, alcohol consumption from parties, jk sleeps around (but not anymore?!), the basketball team is kinda disgusting, jk lowkey (highkey) be staking his claim but it’s seen in y/n pov, honestly jk and y/n are still hella confused

Word Count: 15.3k

a/n ✑ part dossss! thank you so much for waiting!! i adoreee this couple and i hope you enjoy the rest of their journey too <3 appreciate all of you guyss <33 (also there’s like.. one epilogue scene teehee)

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i’m kinda confused but i think im figuring it out i love their dynamic

they were liars | jeon jungkook pt 4

summary: After last night’s rendezvous you decide to return the favor to him, Hoseok still in the back of your mind making you feel guilt.

warnings | literally just smut this chapter, blowjob, yn goes down on kook, big dick kook, he’s loud, yn got that glock glock 3000, old problems returning 

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For the entire night you could barely sleep. You couldn’t understand what exactly it was that you felt right now. Part of you felt a bit dirty. It wasn’t like it was your fault or anything for doing things with Jungkook but it made you feel wrong. Made you feel like maybe it wasn’t something you should be doing. It wasn’t like you were cheating or moving on too fast from your ex. It made you feel like shit not because it happened but because you’d do it again.

The guilt came from the lying, how neither of you were into each other and this whole thing was fake. You didn’t regret it though. Jungkook knew what he was doing, he knew how to get you riled and knew how to use his mouth. And it was partially because maybe you shouldn’t be with him. He was the complete opposite of the kind of guy you always went for. He was tough and rugged and tattooed. And he was intimidating, always standing with head high and how quick he was responding when someone tested him. You liked different guys, like Hoseok. Guys who could joke around and were always smiling and approachable. Everyone loved going to him feeling comfortable and easy to talk to him.

Jungkook wasn’t like that. He had a harsher image and when he wasn’t smiling he had the serious face that was sort of scary. Your friends weren’t too fond of him. The way Jimin stiffened whenever he got too close, looking over to you almost like he was a little worried talking to him. Or how Soo Ah stared at him up and down, a distant look every time he spoke or was mentioned. Jieun liked him but you had already known that since the beginning. When Jungkook pulled you to his lap for the first time you had caught her eyes on the movement. You felt a little awful since you had seen how obviously attracted to him she was. Jungkook hadn’t really mentioned her since the first time though. He’d called her cute once and that was it really. Now she on the other hand had asked you a couple times about him and what he was into even when Soo Ah pointed out that the two of you seemed too close. The only thing keeping you from feeling too guilty was the thought that she might know what Soo Ah and Hoseok had been up to. If she was lying to you too you wouldn’t care about her feelings but until then you couldn’t handle hurting her feelings.

You didn’t see Jungkook at all the next day, you had classes majority of the day and during lunch you didn’t even go home. Originally you were supposed to meet Jin for lunch but you needed to study for a test after and the two of you agreed to postpone it till dinner. You were seated at a restaurant with Jin right across from you. He was reading the menu carefully while you barely skimmed yours. After the waitress took your orders the two of you were left alone in a sort of quiet atmosphere.

“I know it seems weird that I wanted to meet up with you,” he started, “And it’s not really my place to say anything but I’ve known both of you now for a couple years and I wish things were different.”

“What do you mean?” You asked looking up at him as he let out a sigh. “Well, I don’t know what happened between the two of you, Hobi doesn’t really either, and I’m sure you have your reasons for ending things but I wish you could see that it’s affecting all of us as a whole.”

“I still don’t get what you’re getting at Jin,” you crossed your arms over your chest feeling every ounce of motivation leaving you the more you talked with him. Does he know what Hoseok has done? Does he think you’re an idiot and unaware of it all? The two spent too much time together for him to not know Hoseok was two-timing you. They always did this to you, it was the problem with dating someone a little older than you. He liked to rub it in your face almost, like he knew more than you and his friends weren’t any different. Sometimes they’d talk to you like you couldn’t make your own decisions, didn’t understand things, and that’s what Jin was doing to you right now.

“You’ve been together what? Three years?” Jin asked, “Everything was good. You and Hoseok always seemed so in love and I seriously saw a change in that guy cause of you. You have to understand I’ve known the kid a long time and seeing him how he is now really fucking hurts me. If there really wasn’t a reason for breaking up with him other his graduation, why can’t you two just try and work whatever is going on out? You two are like the mom and dad of the team, you know that. I just think you should think about working it out with him again, and I don’t want you to think we’re all just blowing you off now. We still care about you, all of us, Hoseok, Namjoon, the entire team.”

“But I wasn’t dating the team,” you shook your head, “I was dating Hoseok. And if you’re so worried about him why don’t you date him or something? I already made my decision and frankly I don’t care if you wished things were different. You weren’t a part of our relationship and you have no idea what actually goes on other than what Hoseok would go cry to you about.”

“Y/n,” Jin called to you as you stood up, you rummaged through your bag pulling out money for the meal they were already preparing for you, “Come on, I’m just looking out for him, and you. You two are so good to each other an—“

“Like I said, you don’t know anything Jin,” you looked back to him, “So please stop trying to get me to do what you want. I’ve had enough of Hoseok doing that for years now I don’t need his friends coming out to talk to me because I’m not speaking to him.”

The audacity, you thought. Not necessarily because this was all Hoseok’s doing, you didn’t know, but just the fact that he and the others think they can just come and try and tell you how to deal with a relationship you have no motivation for anymore. You were just filled with anger your walk home, not caring for him or any of the others right now. What did Jin know anyway? You didn’t care about him or Hoseok right now so why would he think he could come and butter you up to forgive Hobi?

When you marched on your floor you found Jungkook. He had a brown paper bag of groceries in his hand and was trying to unlock his door. He looked over, hearing the clicking sound of shoes, and a smile came to his face. You went over to him not caring if he was holding anything and leaned up into him. His arm almost slipped and dropped the bag at how quick he tried to grip your waist. “What’s going on?” He chuckled as you kissed his neck not caring for his struggle to unlock his door as quickly as possible. Right now you just wanted to think about anything else other than Hoseok or Soo Ah or Jin or any of that stupid relationship shit. So maybe you were going to distract yourself with repaying Jungkook for last night’s rendezvous.

He set his bag down on the entrance table, quickly turning back to you and holding your face in his hands as he gave you another intense kiss. You tugged are his hoodie ushering him to pull it off which he did happily and then he was back on you, walking you back into his bedroom. You ran your hands over his biceps, gripping tightly as he sat down letting you climb onto his lap. Using his hands for support he leaned back into them chasing your lips as you sat on his lap making out with him. Your hair fell to one side as you grinder over him, his hand flying to your waist. With one arm of support he couldn’t hold it any longer when you nipped at the sensitive spot unde this jaw you’d recently discovered last night.

He fell back bringing you down with him. It took you until now to notice he wasn’t wearing a shirt under his hoodie. Sitting up you looked down at his bare chest. Tattoos were spilling over his shoulders, not yet on his chest but you can picture them already in the future. He clearly worked out, the baggy clothes he always wore not doing him any justice as you trailed your hands up his abdomen muscles to his pecs. His breathing grew heavier, not feeling hands on him like this in a while and oversensitive to your touch due to last nights fantasies. Your head dipped down kissing his collarbone as you played with the hem of his pants and slowly trailing your kisses down. He moved your hair to one side again wanting to see a clear view of your face as you did whatever you wanted. You sat up quickly, yanking your shirt off and leaving your little skirt on. He couldn’t tell if he wanted you completely naked or with that mid thigh skirt on still. His hand trailed over your thighs, squeezing your ass as he guided you over his growing semi.

He felt your warm hands on his v-line, watching you push against his chest to shimmy lower until you were no longer on him. He bit his lip lightly, trying to lean on his elbows to see you better. You played with his zipper, quickly undoing it and he lifted his hips helping you pull his jeans down. You brushed your nose over his length, it was hidden behind his briefs but it was already chubbing up to your touch. “Wait,” he sighed out stopped your hands as they hooked into his hem, “You don’t have to, if you’re not comfortable. Just don’t feel like you have to repay me or anything.”

“You don’t want me to suck your dick?” You asked finger lightly tracing over his bulge, “I can stop then.” “No! I want you too,” he dropped his head back feeling you apply pressure with your palm, “I just,” he licked his lips eyes dropped, “I just want to make sure you’re okay with just hooking up.”

You rolled your eyes, hand sliding under his briefs, “I’m not gonna fall in love with you. Are you gonna let me suck you off or what?” “God yes,” he said feeling your hand sliding around his pubic bone. With hooked fingers you pulled his briefs down too.

Your eyes went to his length instantly as it plopped down. It wasn’t even fully hard yet and he was already above average. Your mouth parted slightly looking down at him, nothing compared to him right now. None of the guys you’d been with anyway. It twitched under your state, hardening slightly as Jungkook took pleasure in the look of admiration on your face. He always knew he was packing but to have someone look down at him like they just wanted to completely devour him had him more turned on than usual. You were like him almost, looking him in the eye as spit dropped down and onto his dick. He winced lightly at the feeling small laugh in pleasure leaving his lips. You leaned up again, kissing him before bringing your hand under his chin. He looked down at it and then up to you, he gathered spit in his mouth and spit into your hand watching you bringing it down to his member.

His head fell back at the wet feeling, your hand immediately rubbing it on him, index finger gather precum off his slit to use it too. He had never spit in someone’s hand so they could give him a hand job, and he never realized how much he wanted to do it now. Your eyes watched the way his abs contracted at your touch, and you sped your hand up a little bit. You were a little nervous, he’s the biggest guy you’ve touched and you weren’t sure how much of him you could fit in your mouth. It didn’t stop you from leaving kitten licks on his tip, like he was the sweetest ice cream you’ve ever tried. He bit his lip staring down at your ministrations with lust filled eyes.

“God damn,” he grunted as you engulfed his mushroom tip in your mouth, sucking harshly like you were trying to taste all of his precum in your mouth. With both hands you began to work then up his length, mouth slowly lowering more and more and tongue licking the vein under his fat cock. Your hands were almost to the base, holding his hips down as you relaxed your throat lightly bobbing up his length. Taking a deep breath you sucked him in slowly, full length almost in your throat and his arms gave out. He shoved his head into his pillows, face turned away from you as his hips bucked up. “Don’t stop,” he moaned, hand on your head for support as you did it again except this time you hollowed your cheeks more once he was all in. You came up with a pop, a line of drool connecting your lips to his dick as you tried catching your breath. The way you stared at his cock, so determined to take him, had him seeing stars and urging your head back down. You kissed the side, licking up along him as your hands continued stroking him.

Your kisses began to be more surprising to him the lower they went down. While your hands wrapped around his cock, your tongue was fumbling with his balls, licking at them and putting your mouth on one as you sucked it into your mouth, tongue twirling it around. He almost whine, “Fuck you’re nasty,” he chuckled as you tried taking both in your mouth. He licked his dry lips feeling sweat build up on his forehead. You sat up again catching your breath and he looked at your black bra. He remembered the feeling of your big tits in his hands and he was dying to suck on your tits like he wasn’t able to do last night, too busy with his mouth on your pretty pussy. Your hands slid down his inner thighs, nails digging in making him wince in pleasure. You lifted his knees until they were up, and lowered yourself back down. This time you went straight to his balls, hands stroking him quickly as you licked just below his balls like you were trying to lap him up and suck him dry.

“S-stop,” he moaned trying to keep his legs from tightening around you. Your nose brushed between his testicles as you licked back up, hand replacing your mouth on them as your mouth went back to his fat cock. “You’re so fucking big,” you took him in your mouth again, roughly bobbing up and down and he just smiled lazily hips bucking up.

“I know baby,” he said smugly, “I’ve never had anyone worship my cock like this, I like it,” he breathed out tiredly. You just nodded listening to his uneven breathing and whimpers, “I’m gonna cum soon.”

Your hands fondled his balls more, mouth sucking harder feeling him twitch uncontrollably. “Fuck your mouth was made for me baby,” he confessed unable to stop himself from thrusting into your mouth, “I could fuck it all day, fuck! Ahhh,” he whined feeling his knees give in and dropping.

Warm hot liquid flooded your mouth, you tried swallowing as much as possible but couldn’t stop some from spilling down the sides. Damn maybe he had been too frustrated because it wasn’t ending, trailing down your chin. You pulled off him, hand easing him off his high gently as he moaned out your name. Your fingers ran under your mouth collecting his cum as you shoved them into your mouth moaning at the bittersweet taste. He looked at you tiredly, his chest heaving as he slowly brought his hand to your neck, pulling you forward and smashing his lips against yours. He hummed at the taste, liquid filling into his mouth after you pulled away. He swallowed heavily tasting himself from you and liking it. He brushed your hair back with his free hand as you dropped down next to him. He leaned over his night stand picking up some tissues as he wiped at his dick, loving the messy aftermath of you sucking him dry. He brought a clean tissue to you, wiping at the corners of your mouth as he sighed, “Not gonna lie, a little pissed off Hoseok had the nerve to have this mouth on him and still choose to fuck it up with the wonderful girl it belonged to.”

“Shut up,” you groaned turning to your side facing the window. You felt movement behind you as he picked up his briefs and slipping them on not caring for the hoodie or jeans he wore. He sighed contently arm behind his head, “What happened anyway? You were a little aggressive back there. Don’t get me wrong I loved it, but completely different from last night.”

“I just needed a break from the whole Hoseok thing,” you said honestly. He nodded his head licking his lips as he chuckled, “Well you can come and do that again whenever you’re feeling too stressed out. My door will be wide open.”

He had offered to let you sleep over, hoping maybe you guys would go a little further but you had an early morning and he could you felt but iffy about the whole situation. When he was alone in bed all he could think about was your mouth on him. The lewd noises you’d make when he thrusted too far into your mouth and the gags you’d release. He bit his lip at the thought, playing with his phone on his bare chest looking down at his briefs wondering if he should already try and recreate your touch. Now he knew how much he liked his balls played with and was wanting to try it on himself. Hand just above his briefs he went to put his phone down as his screen lit up.

Mira: did you miss me?

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SO HERES CHAPTER 4 LET ME EXPLAIN A BIT

Yes he’s got a big one. I don’t make the rules. That’s it

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