Summer Playlist; M | Jjk

summer playlist; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 4k

genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, college!au, fwb, brother's best friend

rating: 18+

warnings: semi public sex, blowjob, spanking, jk is truly obsessed w her <3, protected sex, nipple play, jk leaves a hickey n oc gets upset 🙄, spit, dirty talk, his necklace dangling in her face 😋, jk's rejection count: TWO !!!!, pls someone hug him 🫂, fingering, clit play, groping

summary: pov: jungkook dedicates a cute playlist to you and fucks you to it on the balcony.

a/n: ur honour i was forced to write this don't come for me !!! 👉🏼👈🏼 enjoy the filth 😋

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One of your favourite forms of self-care and relaxation is Pilates.

You love dressing up in your cute gym wear sets – you own countless of them, even though you never actually work out in the gym; they’re purely for the aesthetics – and grabbing a big water bottle along with your laptop for at least half an hour dedicated me-time.

It’s a bright morning and you’re on the balcony. The sun is gently warming the air as you’re following a Pilates video on your laptop, which is propped up on the couch. Jungkook’s playlist, the one he created just for you, is playing softly in the background, providing the perfect soundtrack without drowning out the instructor’s voice.

Truly, nothing can beat these types of mornings.

But of course, something had to interrupt your peace.

While you’re on your hands and knees, your phone vibrates next to the mat. You ignore it the first few times, but it keeps buzzing. With an annoyed huff, you grab it and unlock the screen.

Jungkook’s spamming you with numerous messages.

Jungcock 😋

hi

morning

watchu up to

im taking a run in the park

and im boored

are u up?

entertain me

You

omg did you change your contact's name again

stop doing that

how can you text and run?

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he calls you on FaceTime.

“How many times do I have to tell you?” Jungkook says in a raspy voice, the screen shaking a bit as he runs his miles around campus. “I’m good at everything I do.” His tight black tee clings to his chest, displaying his big pecs. You feel your breath hitch and you’re not sure if it’s from your workout or the sight of him.

“Your ego, Jungkook,” you reply, shaking your head in disbelief. “Too big.” You set your phone down with an exasperated sigh, leaning it against the feet of the couch. His eyes drift down to your cleavage.

“I think my ego is perfectly fine. Flashing his dimples as you roll your eyes at him. “What are you doing?” he asks, sounding a bit breathless – so hot, but you brush it off. You’re a strong girl, after all.

“Was doing Pilates until you rudely interrupted me,” you say skipping back on the YouTube video and picking up where you left off. “Don’t you have other girls to entertain you?”

“None of them are as cute as you,” he replies smoothly, and you can’t help but wish he wouldn’t be so good at flirting. “You look hot in that fit.”

“Thanks.” You follow the instructions on the screen. It turns out to be a bit harder to focus with a sweaty, ruggedly handsome Jungkook right beneath it.

“Are you listening to my playlist?”

“Yeah,” you admit, smiling.

Your thoughts wander back to the time Jungkook made that playlist for you. You had told him you never really listened to playlists, just played one song and let the auto-play feature do the rest. He was so stunned by that revelation that he spent an afternoon creating a cute little summer playlist just for you.

“Good choice,” he grins, clearly pleased with himself.

“I actually really like the playlist.”

“Of course. I make the best playlists,” he boasts, and you can’t help but chuckle at his confidence.

An exhausted sigh escapes your lips. After finishing the set, you change into the child pose and take deep breaths, relaxing the muscles.

“Taehyung’s at his morning class?” he asks.

“Uh-huh.”

“Can I come over?”

You lift your head to look at the screen. He’s running at a more leisurely pace, looking even more irresistible.

“Like, right now?”

“Yeah.”

“But I’m busy,” you argue, teasing him with a thoughtful pout. On the screen, the instructor announces that the little break is over, and you should get ready for your next set, but you’re not listening anymore. What’s happening on the little screen in front of you is far more enticing.

“Busy, huh?” he mocks with a smirk. “Maybe I can help you with what you’re doing.” His eyes light up with excitement as he pushes his hair from his forehead. “Or you wanna get busy together?”

Unfortunately, it seems you’re not as strong a girl as you thought. You’re very weak. His teasing question, coupled with his wicked tongue grazing his lip piercing, has you weak in the knees. You want nothing more than him on the couch and you straddling him.

“I won’t take up too much of your time,” he promises, the sweet smile back on his face. “Unless you want me to.” He raises an eyebrow teasingly.

“Just come over,” you tell him with a hint of irritation.

Jungkook has the audacity to chuckle, and you frown at him.

“Be quick, or I’ll change my mind.”

~

“Hi.” Jungkook pokes his head out from the balcony.

You squeal, placing a hand over your chest.

“Jungkook!” you exclaim. “What happened to ringing the bell like normal visitors?”

“Why did you give me the passcode then?” he retorts cheekily, ogling the snug fit of your gym wear.

“Because I had severe cramps and didn’t wanna get up from the couch.”

Thinking back on that specific day, you feel a spark of giddiness bloom in your chest. You had gotten your period, were battling atrocious cramps, and top of it, you had run out of pads. With Taehyung not home and needing them urgently, you knew Jungkook was always quick to reply to your texts. So, you decided to ask him if he could pick up some pads for you.

Twenty minutes later, he showed up at your door not only with the pads but also with snacks. You could see the faint pink flush on his cheeks when he asked, “Girls like eating chocolate when they’re on their period, right?” and hesitantly handed you the snacks.

And then, you did something that still makes you ponder at night – you cuddled without having had sex before. Oddly enough, it felt more intimate than any sexual encounter. Granted, you did get up to some naughty things afterwards, but still. Jungkook had cuddled you through your cramps and even endured watching reality tv shows he claims to despise once again.

“Well, I didn’t wanna disrupt you.” Jungkook walks over to the couch. He grabs your laptop, settles down, and places it on his lap. “Not now, anyway.”

You shift to sit on your knees. Briefly glancing at the screen where the instructor does the next set of exercises before drifting to Jungkook’s smitten face. His skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat, and his chest still rises and falls a bit faster than usually.

You nod towards him, eyes clinging to his muscular thighs that peek out from his shorts. “How am I supposed to focus when-” When you look like that. But the words catch in your throat.

Jungkook is so shamelessly cocky, he places his hands behind his head. “When what?”

You sigh in irritation, close the video, and slide the laptop off his lap and onto the couch. He opens his legs for you. “Forget this,” you huff, placing your hands on his knees. Jungkook leans in, crashing his lips onto yours, his hand cupping your face.

The kiss is needy and messy. He teases you with his tongue, and you playfully respond until he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, causing you to moan and lose yourself in the feeling of his mouth. In less than a minute, Jungkook has you completely pliant in his embrace.

The balcony is surrounded by tall privacy screens and partially shaded by a large canopy, providing privacy from prying eyes.

Your hands slide up his legs, underneath his shorts. You feel his thighs flex on your palm and you squeeze them back in response.

“Wanna feel your mouth,” Jungkook whispers against your lips, sighing in pleasure when you just barely graze your fingers against his cock that strains against the material of his briefs.

Jungkook impatiently pulls down his shorts and briefs and you help him. His cock springs out and stands prettily against his abdomen. Your mouth waters and you have to tell yourself to calm down – he's just a boy and you’re too whipped.

You spit on his cock and coat his length with it. You twist your hand as you slowly pump him and he grows even harder within your grasp, becoming veiny and heavy. You stick out your tongue and give him a few licks over his tip. Jungkook sharply inhales, a gentle moan following right after when he sees you tapping his dick against your tongue.

“Fuck, babe.” He takes his cock in his own hand and continues tapping his head against your tongue. He runs his tip across your mouth too, watching with keen, clouded eyes as he creates a little mess on your face. When he’s finished, he lets you grab his cock again. You wrap your lips around his dick and start bobbing your head up and down.

“That’s right,” he says, brushing your hair behind your ear. His eyes close as you take him deeper into your mouth and his head falls back. With his palm on the back of your head, he presses your head down. A curse flees his lips as almost his entire length vanishes into your mouth.

Jungkook forces his eyes open and moans at the sight of your mouth full of his cock. He loves watching you suck his cock and you love hearing him moan for you.

You’re a little breathless when you release his cock with a lewd pop sound, and your eyes a bit teary too. You stroke his dick and dip down to suck on his balls.

“So good. Fuck – you know what to do,” he mumbles like he’s drunk and you giggle at his comment.

“You like that?”

“So fucking much.” His hand caresses your head, so soft at handling you, but the way desire pinches his brows together shows how much he is struggling to restrain himself from just shoving his entire length down your throat. “Come here.” His tatted hand glides down your shoulder, pulling you up onto his lap.

He squeezes your ass and delivers it a little smack. “You’re so hot.” He peeks over your shoulder, watching the supple flesh fill his hands completely.

“How can you claim to be an everything guy when you’re clearly an ass guy.”

Jungkook takes offense at that. “I am an everything guy!” His hands quickly move to your breasts and he kneads them through your sports bra. “I love your tits just as much.” The tight material presses them snugly together. “I love every part of you.”

You feel a gentle warmth in your cheeks, but you laugh it off. “That is so playboy behaviour of you, Jungkook.”

A frown spreads on his face, lips puckering the slightest bit. “I’m no playboy,” he grumbles as he plays with your tits. Planting little kisses along your neck as if to add sincerity to his words.

You push his arms away and try to stand up, but Jungkook quickly pulls you back onto his lap, firmly gripping your waist.

“Where are you going?” he asks, his tone almost scolding. You grasp his wrist, but he doesn’t let go, his hands remaining firmly in place.

“Condoms,” you remind him. He lets out a quiet, muffled “oh”, and his grip loosens with a reluctant sigh. “’Cause, you know. We hook up with other people.”

Jungkook scoffs at your remark.

“What?” Tilting your head slightly. “I saw you with Nayeon at the party.” You try to sound as least huffy as you can.

“And you fucked Eunwoo,” he counters.

You actually didn’t – you just made out with him. You deliberately chose a spot so Jungkook could see you from the couch, with Nayeon clinging to his side, just because you wanted him to see you.

“So?”

Jungkook levels you with a piercing gaze but remains quiet. He gives your butt a pat and nods towards the balcony door. “Go get the condom.”

When you fetch a condom from your room and return to Jungkook, you see saliva dripping from his lips and he lubes himself up as his pretty fingers wrap around him and stroke his cock. He looks unfairly hot doing the filthiest things.

“Bend over my lap,” he instructs when you hand him the condom, but he ignores it and drops it next to him.

He helps you settle onto his lap, your tummy pressed against one of his thighs and your ass in the air. Jungkook rolls the tight fabric of your shorts over your ass. He flicks your panties aside and groans at the pretty sight in front of him. Wet pussy peeks out from between your soft thighs.

His finger swipes across your pussy. “So wet for me. Can’t wait to have my dick in your pussy, huh?” He rubs your arousal over your pussy, spreading your folds to spit and make an even bigger mess. He’s having so much fun teasing and rubbing you, playing a little with your clit and dipping the tip of his finger inside you.

“Jungkook,” you whine, looking over your shoulder. “We don’t have that much time.”

“Sorry.” He circles your hole with two fingers and plunges them deep inside you. “Better, princess?” he asks after you choke on a moan, mocking you with fake sympathy.

“Yeah, better.” The words roll off your tongue in a soft whisper. Jungkook curls his fingers and your eyes roll involuntarily. “So good.” His other hand rolls the plump flesh of your ass around his palm, sometimes squeezing and leaving his fingerprints on your skin.

He’s fast in figuring out a rhythmic way to move his fingers that instantly unfurls pleasure all over your body. Jungkook knows your body all too well; he has perfected the art of knowing what you like the most.

It makes you think back to high school when you had the biggest, silliest crush on him and wanted nothing more than his attention. Who could blame you? Your older brother’s hot best friend was the captain of the school’s hockey team and practically lived at your house.

Of course, developing a crush on him was inevitable. But you never showed him that you found him cute – you treated him like your older brother’s annoying best friend who was always around. Bickering was just the nature of your friendship. Sometimes, you’d get annoyed when your dad paid more attention to Jungkook. It wasn’t because he preferred Jungkook over you, but because your dad, a high-profile NHL General Manager, supported the boys on their journey.

Every girl in school was swooning over him – they still are. And you’re not the only girl he’s paying attention to. You have to force yourself to admit that he’s hooking up with other girls too, because denying it would make this seem so serious, and the thought of things becoming serious scares you.

You’re content with how things are between you two – you’re not foolish enough to turn this simple, silly arrangement into something serious when you know it wouldn’t last. Taehyung being the main reason for that. But you don’t want Jungkook in a romantic way anyway, and he doesn’t too.

Jungkook smacks your butt, soothing the sharp hit by running his hand over your burning skin right after. “Want your little pussy to be a mess for me.”

It is, you want to say. You are. But you’re lost in the tingling pleasure that clouds your mind, leaving you with nothing but desperate need for him. Any rational thoughts vanish, replaced by an angelic, repetitive chant of his name. Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.

And with only Jungkook your mind, you cum around his fingers, walls clenching as the rush of your high envelops you completely.

“Good girl.” His fingers lather your slick all over your pussy, marvelling at how much it glistens under the sun, watching how it sticks to the pad of his fingers in little strings. “So pretty.” He discards your shorts and panties before pulling you up and making you straddle him.

Your arms drape over his shoulders as he takes in your weary expression, a small smirk rising on his face.

“So annoying,” you mutter and his smile grows wider. You smooch his dimple and rest your forehead against his neck when Jungkook rolls the condom over his cock and you feel him lift your hips up a little to align his tip with your entrance.

He stretches you out in a familiar, delicious way. Burying himself so deep inside you as you sink down on him. Your nose brushes his jaw and a shaky moan bubbles up when you move your hips and feel the full size of his cock.

Jungkook hands stay on your hips, guiding your movements before they sneak behind you and anchor themselves in your butt and you sniff a laugh, leaning back to peer at his face.

“Why?” he questions, curiosity piqued. Even though he doesn’t know why you’re amused, a soft smile spreads on his face.

“Nothing.” Your fingers gently weave through his smooth hair, playing with the strands at the back of his head. “Just you.”

The corners of his mouth curl upward and a satisfied, cocky glint settles in his eyes.

“Take this off,” you say, tugging at the tight-fitting shirt covering his upper half. Jungkook pulls it over his head, revealing a shiny silver necklace decorating his neck. “Is this new?” You trace the delicate chain with your nail.

“Yeah,” he grins proudly. Setting your laptop aside on the coffee table, he manhandles you onto your back, pushing his cock even further into you as he sits on his knees and leans over you. “You like it?”

The necklace dangles just above your face, its silver chain shimmering and momentarily catching your attention. You pull him closer by tugging on it.

“It’s pretty. Suits you.”

The compliment conjures a boyish smile on his lips, making his face soften with a warm, endearing glow – such a sweet contrast to the way he pounds into you with practised movements, his skin covered in sweat yet again, but not for the innocent reason of keeping fit for hockey, but for the wicked reason that Jungkook can’t control his desire to fuck his best friend’s younger sister and keeps coming back to you despite having so many other options.

Jungkook drags your bra down and squeezes your breast, loving the heavy feel of your supple flesh filling his closed fist.

You throw your legs around his waist to pull him even closer to you, if that’s even possible, and Jungkook deepens his thrusts, leaving you gasping for air and holding onto his shoulders, needing something to sink your nails into.

He dips his head down and catches your pebbled and sensitive nub in his mouth, sucking and licking and making your moans whinier. Jungkook leaves tiny flecks of spit on your skin as he peppers your chest and neck with smooches.

Jungkook’s touches send waves of euphoria through you, leaving your thoughts scattered and your senses heightened by how good he makes you feel, chasing your high as you concentrate on the way he reaches your sweet spot every time his body meets yours, so you only realise Jungkook is nibbling and sucking on your neck when you feel his teeth poke you.

“Jungkook,” you scold him, yanking him by the hair.

“What?” He peers at you through his big, round doe eyes.

“Why would you do that?” Your finger grazes the spot where he was just working hard to create a little hickey. “You know I don’t like that.”

“But you look pretty with it.” His brows raise to make his point clear. “Trust me.” He smiles at you in an annoyingly charming way, giving the freshly created hickey a gentle kiss. “A little love bite.” Love bite. You don’t want to dwell on how those words make you feel.

The only thing you want to think about is how close you are to cumming.

“Don’t do that again.” You avoid his gaze and cast it downwards, where he disappears into you. “Just– just make me cum.”

He pushes your leg up, his palm firmly against the back of your thigh. His sparkly necklace catches your attention, swinging in front your face, and it's the way he looks – his face flushed with desire, eyes smouldering, and every muscle taut with intensity – that makes it impossible to look away, leaving you completely captivated as you listen to his pretty moans that sound even better than the song playing in the background.

Your fingers trail down his chest, brushing over his hard abs as a faint attempt to moan his name rolls of your tongue and you bask in the bliss that floods through you.

“Fuck, ___,” he rasps when he feels you squeezing his cock. “Gonna cum too.”

His thrusts become sloppy as Jungkook loses himself in the feeling of release. His moans are breathy and low and you hear him stutter when he finally comes undone too. The muscles on his tummy clench and you feel his grip on your thigh tighten as Jungkook moves his hips slowly now. With rosy cheeks and a look of deep satisfaction brightening his face, he leans in, and presses a fervent kiss to your lips.

You’d love to stay like this with him a bit longer, teasing and annoying each other until you’re ready for another round. But the reminder that Taehyung’s class will end soon brings you back to reality. You only ever have these secret moments for a limited time before reality comes crashing back down.

“Think we should head inside?” you ask.

“Uh-huh.” He’s busy dotting your neck with gentle kisses.

“You’d have to get off me, y’know?”

He chuckles, and you feel a ticklish flutter in your tummy.

“Just wait a minute.”

~

You step back inside once you’re both clothed again and you managed to pry Jungkook off you after he stubbornly clung to you for what felt like ages. Definitely longer than just a minute.

“We could make this exclusive, if you’d want that,” Jungkook proposes, stepping closer and you feel his heavy gaze lingering on you.

“Huh?” You’re busy with closing the balcony door, cursing the insects that always manage to invade your apartment. Taehyung’s been promising to put up the insect screen for months.

Jungkook helps you close the door with a strong push. “If the condoms annoy you, we could stop hooking up with other people.”

“Oh,” you utter, surprised.

If you’re honest with yourself, you have to admit that Jungkook has ruined you for other guys. No other boy quiet hits the same after experiencing how Jungkook treats you in bed. There is a reason why girls blush and giggle and crave his attention whenever he walks by. He’s just that good.

But being exclusive means spending even more time together, which increases the chance of Taehyung finding out.

You cringe at the thought of that.

“We’d practically be begging Taehyung to catch us like fools,” you tell him.

Just then, you hear someone type in the code and the front door opens.

Quickly, like a practised move, you put distance between you and Jungkook.

“You hungry, ___?” Taehyung calls out, emerging from the hallway. His gaze is focused on his phone as he types, until he notices you and Jungkook and stops in his tracks. “I was just about to call you for breakfast.” He lifts the bag from your favourite bakery. “What are you doing here?”

“I knew you’d invite me for breakfast.” Jungkook beams, reaching for the bag.

Taehyung’s gaze shifts to you, but you quickly brush past him. “I’m gonna take a shower. Don’t wait for me!”

“Did you come from a workout?” You hear Taehyung ask Jungkook.

Jungkook says yes, but he doesn’t tell your brother what kind of workout.

And moments like these are exactly why you want to keep things as they are with Jungkook.

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yearning | jjk one shot

the one that finds you in Jungkook's doorstep after a night out...

Description: idol!jungkook x reader, fwb 

Content: porn with loads of plot!

Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: oc smokes 1 cigarette lol, they’re so flirty ouch, so much kissing, cutest little dynamic, dry humping (a personal fave in this house), fingering, protected sex (they’re so smart!!), loads of spanking, jaykay ass man forever. 

Author’s Note: i once sworn to never write idol aus because… i know nothing about this man ok? i do not claim to know what he’s like in a relationship or a situationship or in his personal life!! so please thread carefully when reading <3333 that being said, his lives last year and these first couple of episodes of “are you sure?” have me feeling very delulu so here u go!! hope you enjoy xo

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This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

The moment you exit the club, a gust of summer breeze engulfs you. It makes you wrap your arms around your body, but it amounts to nothing, the little black dress that you’d made the executive decision to wear, in the name of fashion, betraying you. The tequila shots you'd downed before leaving the house sure had deceived your senses, too.

Needless to say, you regret said decision, a shiver running down your spine all the way to your legs, making you jump a little in place as you tipsily look around you. You’d cut the night short. Your friends had found another lonely pair they’d quickly gotten cozy with, leaving you to drink one too many gin & tonics all by yourself. You hadn’t minded it for the first two hours, enjoying the music, sparking conversation with the bartender from time to time and entertaining the occasional stranger. Eventually though, it became boring, predictable, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel a little shitty about yourself. 

It was all getting repetitive. Friday nights, the same faces, small talk, ice breakers. Even the strangers you met had a similar M.O., making it all seem predictable. It made it feel like a waste of self, more than a waste of time, and it ate at you in moments like these, where it was strange to feel lonely amongst a sea of people, unable to shake the feeling.

The bright city lights illuminate the night, lacing it with something livelier than your mood and you smile. At least the scenery is always pretty. Pretty places. You hear the laughter of a group of people that stand a couple of feet away from you, they seem happy in that genuine way that reflects in pure, unadulterated beauty. Pretty people. 

You think of him. 

It’s rather instant. Or perhaps instinctive. The very own butterfly effect of your thoughts because to you, he’s the prettiest of them all. He’d been since the very first day, and as you lose focus of the pretty sights the more you stare into the city lights with him on your mind, you can’t help but think nothing will ever stand close. 

A girl stands next to you, audibly shivering as she exits the club and the air greets her with the same fate it did you. She holds a cigarette between her red lips, the fire from her pink lighter shining on her red hair. It makes you crave one, too, rummaging through your bag for your own. You smile when you remember how he would tease you for smoking “the skinny kind” as he would call them. Calling you a bit of a snob, but all in lighthearted nature. After all, he could. He knew you enough to let your closeness turn into inside jokes, banter. 

Perhaps giving into a vice could prevent you from falling into another. 

“Can I borrow your lighter?” she smiles at you before she’s handing it over. Her nails are pink, too. 

The fire feels pleasant for all of five seconds, warm against your face as you take the first drag. You give into one instinct so as to distract yourself from the one that’s tugging at your heart and senses, begging you to make a reckless call. 

You check the time. 

2:32 A.M.

~

Jungkook scrolls through the endless list of channels aimlessly. Small snippets from whatever’s playing that he cuts short, not really giving it much thought. He settles on one, solely so he can stop putting exertion on his thumb and go back to leaning against his couch – fully relaxed. He sighs. On the screen, some drama he hasn’t gotten around to watching plays, and the story seems to be developing quickly. He doesn’t care for it, if he’s honest, simply content with the white noise it fills the room with. 

Bam leaves his dog house, standing right in front of him and they seem to start an unspoken staring contest. He smiles, patting the spot right next to him on the couch and the pup rushes to take the place excitedly. He gets cuddles and kisses simply for existing. For keeping him company – his presence giving Jungkook more peace than he’ll ever know. 

“Hey, Bam, should we, like, meet up in our next life as well? Perhaps I’ll be the dog in that one and you’ll be my owner.”

Bam simply stares and Jungkook swears if he could, he’d let out a deep sigh right now. This makes him laugh. 

“Hey, don’t be jumping of excitement at the idea, man.”

At this, he attacks. With kisses, that is – wet, sloppy kisses that have Jungkook giggling and pushing back, though it is no use, his dog is that determined to give him love.

“Alright, you win. Let’s go get a beer. For me, not for you. You’re still too young. One day, son.” His voice takes on a lower tone, imitating his father. Or maybe Yoongi’s, he can’t tell anymore. 

He retrieves a cold beer mug from his freezer and cracks the can open, nodding his head at the sound it makes, the fizziness bubbling up before he pours it in the cold glass. He takes a sip as he walks back to the couch, blissed out in leisure.

He doesn’t mind being alone, specially not on nights like this when sleep leaves him and everything but seems more tempting. He likes the way everything slows down at this time of day, the ease of it all. No one to see, no texts to reply to. As for what the world is concerned for, he’s asleep. It’s peaceful, just being. 

Plopping down on the couch, he rests against the pillows, making himself comfortable. He must’ve spoken too soon, he thinks, because it’s not thirty seconds after this that his phone buzzes on the coffee table in front of him. He ponders on the possibility of simply ignoring it, let it sit there, facing down. But something tells him he should check the message. It could be important, or not. The pull isn’t necessarily violent, just a quiet voice that tells him so, like a little nudge. He leans forward, setting his beer on the table before he’s taking a hold of his phone. 

He gets it now – the pull. 

From ___: jungkookie, u awake?

To ___: no

From ___: can I call?

He smiles – so fucking big he almost hates that he does, slightly flustered and embarrassed you have this quick of an effect on him. And before he can talk himself out of it, he calls you. 

~

Seeing his name flash on your phone screen does more to you than anything you’ve deemed exhilarating tonight. The simple prospect of hearing his voice rushes more excitement through your body than any of the mindless conversations you had this evening. Than any of the conversations you’ve had all week perhaps. You smile and there’s no doubt that he can hear it in your voice when you say,

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

There’s a moment of silence and you can hear the smile on his face, too. It’s warmth – he’s warmth, even far. How far is he, you wonder. Did you happen to demand of him at a bad time? Will the end of this call find you disappointed?

You cut to the chase. 

“What are you up to?”

There’s a pause and you can hear the way he sinks into his couch. “Can’t sleep so I’m having a beer and watching some TV with Bamie.”

He’s home and a giddy giggle escapes you. “Ahh,” you say.

“You? It sounds busy in there.”

“Yeah, I’m outside the club.”

“Fun night?”

“No.” You don’t lie, you never lie to him. Don’t have the need to, or the want to. Everything about Jungkook is comfort – the kind that welcomes. 

“Yeah, had a feeling. It’s not really your scene, is it?”

Your head leans to the side, eyes closing for a moment. He knows you in ways most people don’t, and it’s a simple remark but it gets to you. The fact that he doesn’t see you for the parts of you that feel the emptiest settles on your heart. It’s good, you think, to be seen by someone who observes.

“I want to see you.” There’s all the point in the world to be honest right now. 

“Come over. I’ll make you ramen.”

“Will you show me your cat?”

There’s a pause. You picture him smiling, biting his lip, running a hand through his hair. 

“Yeah, that too.”

~

You sway from side to side, a little drunkenly and a whole lot excited, as you stand in front of his door. It’s brief, but as you wait you make a little reflection on your emotions. What exactly do you feel right now? It’s been so long – probably not that long – but long enough to make you happier than usual to be seeing his face. Anyone else would make you nervous, and perhaps he does, too, if only a little. But it’s a different kind of nervous. It’s laced with sweetness, as opposed to anxiety. And the minute he opens his front door, it’s replaced by something sweeter. 

Yearning. 

He stands there, glasses and black sweatpants on, signature oversized shirt – something so very home about him. Your eyes widen as you take in his hair, it’s grown significantly, giving you a rough idea of when it was you last saw him. Two, three months ago. He looks good; rested, fresh, beautiful. You can smell him before you even touch him and it makes you smile. He returns it. 

Yeah – yearning. 

“I like your hair,” you say, because anything else would give you away. 

“Yeah?” he runs a hand through it. “I like you.”

“I like you, too.” Let it give you away, you think. Who cares?

“Alright, well- it was nice seeing you.” He says, closing the door in a too casual, yet dramatic manner and you laugh, simply standing there – a little flustered because, oh does it feel good when Jeon Jungkook flirts with you in that boyish, teasing way only he knows how. 

He doesn’t close the door all the way. Instead, he leaves it open far enough for you to see the way he peeks his head out, nose scrunch and toothy smile to signal just how proud he is of himself right now. 

“Come here,” he tells you, reaching his hand out from the little gap and pulling you closer as you yelp, squeezing through the nearly closed door. “I missed you.”

You’re in his arms again, and the moment he closes the door behind you, his lips are on yours. It’s a soft kiss, one that says I missed you because you know him well enough by now to understand the things he says with his lips, and his eyes. With his hands, too.

“Mm,-“ you don’t want to pull back to get your words out, so you don’t. “Me more.”

Jungkook was always a happy coincidence – or at least that’s what you told yourself in a futile attempt to tame the feelings down. But the truth was that being back in his arms felt like fate, in that gentle way that doesn’t come in a movie-like encounter or in some sort of catastrophe bringing you together. Just being here. Anywhere, with him, felt fateful. You opt to believe in angels right this second just to thank them. 

“How are you,” his hand cups your cheek, pecking your lips before you can answer. 

“Good- better now.” His kisses muffle your words and you think you could live with this interruption for the rest of your life. 

“Yeah, me too.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer as he circles his around your middle. You take him in, not one for big displays of affection yet this one you could never deny, could never not welcome. 

It’s a sweet moment but the pull turns hasty soon enough the more your lips become familiar with one another yet again. You run your fingers through his long hair, rejoicing in its softness and length. His hand travels down, slowly but a bit desperately, squeezing when they meet your ass. 

What has a promising ending is cut short by none other than your rumbling stomach. It’s rather loudly and you both hear it, laughing in the middle of the kiss you two seem to refuse parting from. 

“You hungry, baby?”

“You promised ramen. And something about a cat.” Your lips part and you look at him, a pretty smile on his equally pretty face. 

“Mm, yeah. I did. I’m all stocked up on ramen but the cat…,”

“I prefer Bamie anyways.” 

You leave his arms, a smile on your face as you walk towards his beloved child’s crate. The moment he sees you, he hesitates for a moment, not yet having Jungkook’s command to leave his space but he’s excited – you can even make up his little tail wagging from side to side. 

“Come here, baby.”

He runs to you and nearly tackles you, settling into the floor to give him the proper cuddles he deserves. He steps on you the way he did when he was a puppy, sitting down on your knees as you scratch under his ears. 

“No one’s allowed to tell him he’s grown up. He’s little forever.”

Jungkook laughs. “He’s Jiminie’s height.” 

You sneer at him, shaking your head at his joke. He stands there, staring at you with a fondness he reserves for certain things that bring him that kind of comfort that’s gotten rarer over the years. He’s grown up, matured and gotten real about a lot of things but not you.

Never you. 

You’re still the innocence he kissed you with that very first time and the little bit of fear it wouldn’t go further than that. You’re the excitement he had when it did. You’re the flirty teasing and the falling in trust, opening himself little by little. You’re still something he once dreamt about – he still does. You’re the thing he has and doesn’t at the same time. You’re you. 

Your loud giggles as Bam licks your cheek wake him up from his little daydream and he winces at the sloppy kisses he’s leaving. You don’t seem to mind though and he knows that if it were up to you, you’d stay there til dawn. No ramen, no cat. 

“Alright, alright. Daddy’s getting jealous now. You can’t have her all to yourself.”

Your cheeky smile tells him you’re up to no good. “Daddy, huh? Have we ever tried that?”

“What haven’t we tried?” He genuinely ponders on his own question. 

“Pegging!” You say, a little too quickly and excitedly for his liking. 

“Absolutely not.”

“Mean.”

“Come on, let’s feed you.”

You smile. “Okay, daddy.”

~

It’s a chaos in the kitchen in between distracting kisses and your tipsy antics, munching on Jungkook’s leftover fried chicken as you scavenger hunt his cupboards for anything that could satisfy your alcohol induced need for sweets and carbs. You’d begged for pancakes, but he didn’t have any honey, and what’s pancakes without honey, really? 

“Ramen. Enoki and spring onions.” He says, convincing himself more than he convinces you.

“Okayyyyy. Ramen, enoki- what else did you say?”

His thumb and pointer finger rest at his temples in mock exasperation, making you giggle. “Hey, why don’t you go shower? This’ll be ready when you’re done.”

“Will you be able to work a knife with the thought of me all wet and naked in your shower?” 

“I’ll get you wet and naked later. Go sober up. Quick, quick!”

You laugh, kissing his cheek loudly and ruffling his hair before you leave the kitchen, making your way to his bedroom with familiarity - like you’ve done it hundreds of times and perhaps you have if you were to count. 

You know where he keeps the towels, that it’s the left tap that opens the hot water, the way his soap smells and what brand of shampoo he uses. His face wash and moisturizer are familiar to you because it’s the same brand you use. You’d left them here once and never got the bottles back. He began purchasing them after they ran out. 

You put on the same black Carhartt shirt you always do. It feels and smells the same. It makes you yearn and when you miss him, you smile in the comfort of knowing he’s in the kitchen, probably eating ramen from the pot as you take your sweet time in the bathroom. 

All clean and cozy, his house always being the perfect temperature with the add on warmth that swarms your insides at knowing you’re with him, you make your way back to the kitchen. He’s reaching for bowls, back to you and your voice startles him when you say,

“Don’t get dishes dirty, let’s eat from the pot.”

He turns to you, a boyish smile forming on his lips at the sight of you in his comfy, oversized shirt. He’s seen you in it more times than he can count but it still makes his insides tingle. Butterflies, dare he say, is what the sight gives him. 

“You sure?”

“Aren’t you? Afraid of exchanging saliva?” You poke your tongue at him and he grabs your wrist, pulling you swiftly towards him. 

“Not the funnest way we’ve exchanged juices, but it’ll do for now.”

“Juices.” Your nose scrunches at his words.

“Mm.”

He kisses you, ramen getting cold in the pot as your lips make him forget all about his hunger in the first place. Your stomach doesn’t, though. Interrupting your heated little moment yet again. 

“Feed me.”

“On your knees, then.” He teases, lips still on yours. 

“That sounds more like a treat than a threat.”

He smiles, passing you the chopsticks. “I knew you’d say that.”

“Am I that predictable?”

“With me. Yes. Just me.”

His words are selfish, of this much he’s aware. He knows exclusivity is too much to ask for. He knows the baggage he comes with and the hesitation that shines through your eyes whenever you find yourselves slipping into comfort and familiarity a little too much. How he can almost tell he’s about to go a season without you, just by this comfort alone. But he can’t help but want you, all to himself. He can’t help but say you’re his even if he’s just saying it. And when the smile on your lips meet your eyes in an almost nostalgic way, he knows you feel the same. 

“Yeah. I am.”

“I am with you, too.”

“I’d say I tried to talk myself out of texting you tonight, but I’d be lying.” Your chopsticks play with the noodles, eyes not meeting his. 

“Why would you talk yourself out of texting me?”

You shrug. 

“Don’t.” His voice is firm and your eyes finally look at his. “I’m always- I always want to see you, ___.”

“I know, it’s just- you know.” You say, and he does. He knows what you mean and he’s glad you don’t voice it because he doesn’t think he can bear the words that would only add insult to injury to the way your gaze falls, that spark threatening to dim its light.

“Yeah,” he gets closer, but it’s almost careful. His thumb caresses your cheek and you lean into his touch. “But you’re here now. I want you here now. Come back to me.”

You stare into his big eyes, smiling at him not because your heart isn’t breaking but because you wouldn’t dare break his with the reality of the situation. So you lie, but it holds truth. “I’m always with you.” 

As you two eat, in bursts of comfortable silences and mindless yet meaningful conversations, you start to get used to him again. You’re too tired to fight it, and when you welcome it, it’s sweet. 

~

The pot is empty, your bellies full. You lean against the counter as he puts you to date, catches you up on what his life has looked like for the past two months or so. Trips to L.A., New York, photoshoots, late nights in the recording studio, music videos, long flights and a Calvin Klein campaign you shamelessly admit to swoon over every time you pass by it. He asks about you and you keep your updates mostly work related. Long flights, long meetings, long days. Short bursts of inspiration and even shorter waves of motivation. You omit to tell him about the things you’re maybe not so proud of. The partying, the drinking on a wednesday night, the way your friends don’t feel like your friends anymore, more like acquaintances that keep you around when they deem convenient. You think his words could help, provide comfort and advice, but at the same time you fear the reality of the situation could burst the bubble of bliss you find yourself in right this moment. 

So you talk. You catch up. You play friends for a while, feel real mature when he shares snippets of his life that involve other people, other girls. People in his radar, his line of work, the love interest in his music video. Jungkook does, too. Feels like perhaps he’s come a long way when you tell him about trips you’ve taken with friends, new restaurants you’ve tried, galas he knows you haven’t attended alone. It’s all fine, it’s good. Total control of your feelings as you take each other in. 

Bam interrupts him mid-sentence, a sleepy whine in half protest he lets out as he walks inside the kitchen. 

“Aw, Jungkook,” you coo, “he’s sleepy.”

“Time for bed, Bamie?” He smiles, reaching down to scratch under his ears. “I’ll be right back.” 

“I’ll be here.” 

You smile, well aware that he keeps his dog bed in a cozy room in his house, quite literally puts him to bed every night. It makes you think about how good of a dad he’ll make one day, how much love is stored inside of him, how he likes to be needed and shows affection through acts of service. Your smile drops a bit, a feeling taking over you that you don’t like but have grown used to over the years. 

You snap out of it, busying yourself as you begin to tidy up the kitchen, sliding his pink rubber gloves over your hands before you start washing the single pot, knife and chopsticks he’d used to make you dinner. It doesn’t take him long to be back, though, walking back inside the kitchen and smiling at the sight before him. You hum a song he can’t make up, hips shimmying to the beat as you scrub the pot. Your shirt rides up a little and he cocks his head to the side, smiling at the way your underwear peeks from underneath the fabric. A black and lacy thong that has him nodding his head in boyish satisfaction. 

“You don’t have to do that,” he tells you, making you jump in place a bit at the sound of his voice.

You turn around, bringing a gloved finger to your lips as you shush him before you’re pointing it at the couch and shooing him away. “I’ll only be a second. Wait for me there.”

“‘Kay, boss.” He army salutes you, turning around and walking back to the couch, sitting down and sinking further into the cushions, legs spreading as he scrolls through his phone, a bit impatiently, missing you even though you’re so close. 

And to Jungkook’s great fortune, he doesn’t have to wait for much longer. Wrapping it up in the kitchen, you give it one last glance to make sure it’s back to its pristine state before you’re making your way towards him. He looks up at you, throwing his phone to the side and following you with his eyes, smiling when you’re in front of him.

“Thank you for dinner,” you say, voice sweet and low, eyes a bit hazy.

“Come here.” He takes your hand in his, pulling you closer to him, bottom lip getting caught between his teeth as you throw your legs at either side of him, straddling him. 

“I needed this,” you admit.

“Me too,” he breathes. “I’m glad you called.”

You pout, eyes looking up for a second as you ponder. “You called me.”

He chuckles, not a single ounce of desire to deny you. “I’m glad I called.”

You giggle, arms wrapping around his neck and fingers getting lost in his long hair. His head draws back as your nails massage his scalp gently and he relaxes at your touch, goosebumps adorning his skin. His hands travel under your shirt, promptly finding your hips, waist, and then threatening to go higher but Jungkook wants to take his time tonight. He wants to stay in the sweet state of wanting you for a bit longer. When his eyes are back on yours, you kiss him. He sighs against your lips, bringing you closer to him by the waist, letting his tongue taste your bottom lip before he’s tasting your mouth. It’s slow, a bit sloppy and lazy, holds the quality of anything that happens in the middle of the night, when no one’s watching and time stills for the two of you. 

“Your skin is so soft,” he says, lips still on yours. 

“It’s your body lotion.” You roll your hips over his, smiling when you pull a low groan straight out of him. 

“Yeah,” he says, hands traveling down before he’s squeezing your ass, guiding your hips into his. “You smell like me. I like it.”

“I like it, too.” Your words get caught up in a moan as the outline of his cock parts your slit perfectly. 

You pull away a bit hesitantly, hands coming to rest at his shoulders as your hips pick up the pace. You go slow but sink deeper into him with every roll of your lips, eyes never parting from his as you take in the way his face starts to contort in pleasure, mouth parting slightly as his breathing grows heavier, little grunts leaving his lips with every push and pull. His hands travel back down to your hips, squeezing a little at the soft flesh, guiding them as you move over his cock. He’s so hard, can feel you through the layers, can bet on the fact that you’re wet and pulsing for him right now. 

“That feels good,” he sighs, gaze dropping as he rides your shirt up a bit at the front. His eyes fixate on the way the thin, lacy fabric of your panties bunches up every time you throw your hips back. 

“Brings back memories,” you say, voice a bit shaky when a particular roll of your hips has the tip of his cock hitting right against your clit. 

Jungkook smiles, mind hazy but perfectly able to picture the memories you refer to. “Mhm,” he sighs, so entrapped by the feeling he swears he can feel you pulse against him. He likes the way you consume his senses. The way everything around him stills and all he can think about is you. His hands squeeze at the flesh on your hips before he says, “turn around, baby.”

“‘Kay.”

Jungkook feels the loss of your warmth as you stand up before him once again, smiling at him before you’re turning around and sitting on his lap. You press your back to his chest, letting your head fall to his shoulder, your lips meeting his cheek in an open mouth kiss. His hands travel up your body, palms closing around your tits, thumbs playing with your nipples over the thick fabric of your shirt. You circle your hips, chasing the same friction from before but it’s not enough in this position. You bring your body forward, hands resting on his thighs as you throw your ass back at him, your pussy perfectly aligned on top of his cock, making you both moan at the same time. Jungkook’s gaze drops to your ass, enthralled by the way he feels, by the way you look. He rides your shirt up your back, exposes you to him and it only eggs you on, moving against his cock at the perfect rhythm. 

He hooks a finger down the side of your panties, letting it travel down, smiling lazily at the way you trap his knuckles between your pussy and his cock, moaning as you grind on them. He can feel how wet you are, dripping for him already even though he hasn’t touched you yet. “Want my fingers, baby?”

“Yes, please,” you plead, voice shaky as you look back at him. 

He’d usually tease you, make you beg for it a little longer, but tonight Jungkook obliges. It’s been long – too long – and all he can think about is being inside you, feeling you around him, making you feel good. He takes his time simply so he can savor the moment. So he can memorize it well enough to store it somewhere inside of him, just in case it’s another three months until he sees you again. 

He pushes his middle and ring finger inside of you, hissing at your warmth, cock jumping inside his sweatpants in anticipation and a little big of neglect. You close your eyes, pleasure taking over you as he begins to thrust his fingers inside of you slowly, arching expertly every time they hit your g-spot. His free hand squeezes around your ass cheek, groaning when the hand that fucks into you pushes down on his cock, aiding at giving him some much needed friction. You feel lightheaded already, all-consumed in his hold as he takes over your every sense. Your body relaxes and you can feel the way your tummy tenses right away. 

“Fuck, I think I’m gonna cum,” your voice is faint but he hears you well enough. 

“Already? That was fast, baby.” You don’t miss the cocky tone his words hint at. 

“Shut up and don’t stop,” you say, looking back at him playfully. 

You see the way he smiles at you before his gaze is dropping back down, fingers moving expertly inside of you at the same pace, applying a bit more force as he pushes in, massaging that spot with the tip of his fingers. The added pressure has you mewling in no time, nails digging into his thighs, teeth biting at your bottom lip to ground you back into the moment as you let go. 

“Fuck,” he says as he feels you cum around his fingers, sweet moans filling the space around you and he so badly wishes he could look at your face right now. “Yeah, baby, that’s it.” He feels the way you contract around him, hips circling over his hand as you ride the waves of pleasure. 

You come down after a minute, mind still hazy as you fall back into him, lips finding his the moment he turns his head to the side. You kiss him, breathing into his mouth, smiling in your fucked out bliss. “That was so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you say, pressing your forehead to his. “I need you to fuck me now.”

“Want it?” he asks, and you nod your head. “You can have it.” 

“Yeah, want it so bad, Jungkook.” Your voice is needy, holds a dreaminess to it that Jungkook doesn’t miss – one that makes him melt into your words, your touch, your lips as you kiss him again. 

Jungkook presses his hips into you, raising them a bit as he pushes his sweatpants down. You help him take them off, hand reaching back before you’re wrapping it around his cock. He’s hard and pulsing for you and if you weren’t pulsing for him, too, you’d probably want him in your mouth right this second. He feels heavy, big and thick in your hold, a grunt leaving his lips when your thumb circles around the head. You love how sensitive he is, how receptive. 

“Condom,” he says, before he runs out of blood in his brain and it all falls down to his cock. 

“In my bag,” you say, reaching to the side and pulling it towards you. You rummage around it for a second too long – a second that has Jungkook’s mind betraying him. He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t. But nonetheless he can’t help but wonder where you’d be right now if he’d been asleep and hadn’t seen your text. Perhaps in the same position but with a stranger. Or maybe a stranger only to Jungkook. Perhaps he hadn’t been the only person you texted tonight. “Here you go, baby.” 

Your voice dismantles his worries and he’s warm again, all thoughts vanishing and it’s back to you and him. He leans forward, kissing your lips as he takes the condom from your hand. It makes you blush slightly, biting your lip in anticipation as you watch as he rips the foil of the packaging with his teeth. You watch the way he smirks as he rolls the condom on. 

“Why are you smiling?”

“Just thinking,” he says, smile growing wider, cheek dimples making him look cute but something about his voice begs to differ. 

You hum. “Thinking about what?”

He smiles. “July 14th, 2021.”

You both crack up, laughter filling the air the moment the words leave his mouth because of course you know what July 14th, 2021 meant. You’d been in a position very similar to this one, perhaps a bit more hazy minded, the true meaning of the heat of the moment finding you the minute you’d realized neither of you had a condom. You’d looked into each other’s eyes and made the silent agreement to be a little reckless and put a whole lot of trust on birth control and Jungkook’s pull out game. 

He said he’d never forget that day. 

“Long live, July 14th, 2021,” you say. 

“Shhh,” he says, squinting his eyes and bringing a finger to his mouth. “Don’t remind me.”

“You reminded yourself,” you bite back. “Now, can you fuck me? Pretty please.”

“Yeah, baby, come here.”

You push your ass back at him, looking at him from over your shoulder, biting your lip in anticipation as he strokes his cock once, twice, before he’s lining himself against your entrance. His hand comes to your hip, pulling you down towards him as you push him inside of you. You both sigh, moaning as he bottoms out, so deep and warm it has Jungkook throwing his head back against the couch, sinking further into it and pushing impossibly deeper into you. 

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you whimper, nails digging into his flesh. 

“Fuck me, baby,” he says, running a hand through his long hair. You nod, circling your hips a couple of times as you adjust to his size before you start moving your hips into him, ass bouncing with every push and pull. He hisses at the sight alone, bringing his hand down as he delivers a hard slap against your cheek, making you moan. “Shit, just like that. You’re so hot, ___.”

“Jungkook,” you whisper.

“Yeah, baby?” His eyes are back on yours, threatening to close in pleasure at the way your pussy feels around him. 

“I missed you.”

“I missed you, baby. So much.”

You fall into his chest, kissing him as he wraps his hand around your throat, not applying any pressure, just simply holding you. You gasp into his mouth when his other hand travels down and finds your clit, drawing lazy circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves. You whine and he moans when you move your hips to the rhythm of his touch.

“I don’t wanna be on top anymore,” you say, pouting into his lips, frowning when you feel his chest shake in laughter. 

“Of course you don’t.”

“I’m an awful top.”

“You’re not a top.”

“Hey, I was a good top that one time,” you protest.

“Mm, yeah, that was hot. You got all bossy on me.”

“Oh, but that’s regardless,” you tell him, pushing your lips into his once more and straightening your back, smiling as you look back at him. He wipes said smile off your face in a second, hand meeting your ass in another hard slap. 

“Stay there,” he says, holding firmly onto your hips. 

“Okay, daddy.” That earns you another slap, though you can’t say it wasn’t exactly the goal in mind. 

“Behave.”

Your face grows pliant as you nod at him and Jungkook has to fight to keep up the front because if he’s being honest, the sight alone drives him crazy, threatens to break him down completely and leave him a needy, whiny mess. He holds you in place, legs raising you up a bit before he starts pistoling his hips against you, fucking you hard and fast and even though you saw it coming, it still takes you by surprise. The force of his thrusts, how good he feels as the pain translates into pleasure, the noises he makes – it’s all too much but fuck, you don’t want him to ever stop. Your mouth parts in a silent moan, eyes closing as your face contorts in pleasure before the sensation ripples through you and you’re crying out. Your hand holds onto his arm and the firm grasp you have on it let’s him know.

“Fuck, I’m cummin,” you breathe out.

“Fuck yeah, baby. Cum all over my cock.”

“Oh my God,” you say, voice shaky and faint as you throw your body back into his. 

“Fuck, I love your pussy.”

“I love your cock,” you say, fucked out giggles escaping your lips. 

It takes you both a minute to steady your breathing and regain your strength. Jungkook kisses your neck, snaking a hand inside your shirt and squeezing your boob as you arch your back at the feel. “Let’s get you to bed, princess.”

“Music to my ears,” you say, giddy and excited. 

Your knees buckle a bit when your feet touch the floor, the both of you laughing at your loss of balance, Jungkook a bit more cockily than you. He slaps your ass softly once, then twice as you begin to walk towards his bedroom. Once inside he takes his shirt off and when you turn around, your eyes scan over his body, metaphorically and possibly physically drooling over him. Your hands find the hem of your t-shirt before you’re pulling it off your body and tossing it aside until it’s landing on top of his. Your tits bounce as you do, and he nods his head at you, a satisfied pout adorning his lips. The pout turns sour the moment you turn around but is soon enough replaced with a smile when you start to crawl on top of his big mattress, finding the perfect spot over his pillows and laying down comfortably. 

“You’re so perfect.” Jungkook says, because anything else would downplay it and he’s not in the mood to run away from the truth. You giggle, soft and sweet and he feels the way his heart aches for you inside his chest. 

“Come to me,” you say, arms outstretched towards him. He makes his way to you, letting himself hover over you for a minute as he takes you in before he’s falling perfectly between your legs. You kiss him, letting your fingers get lost in his hair, breathing into the kiss and you swear this moment is laced in pure, unadulterated bliss. “Want to feel you inside me.”

“I’ll give it to you, baby. I’ll give you anything you want.”

There it is, yet again, and without a fail. It’s so common you nearly miss it – the way the moment turns tender. It’s mostly soft, this unspoken agreement you’ve fallen into with Jungkook. It’s friendship and attraction, good sex and years of exploring each other. It’s trust and communication. It’s understanding. It’s soft at the beginning and tender halfway through. It’s so tender it feels tangible, like the moment itself could fit inside the palm of your hand and feel ripe to the touch as you hold onto it. It’s tender when he looks into your eyes, it’s tender when his voice says your name, when you kiss his lips. It’s tender when the lust borders on something else. It’s tender when it lingers, when it threatens to fall. 

He fucks you, hips moving against yours slowly, pulling moans out of your lips that get caught between his own when he kisses you. 

“You feel so good,” you whisper into his mouth, words that only he could hear even if it weren’t just the two of you. 

“Fuck, baby, so do you,” he whines, supple and yours, even if for that moment. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

You smile, hand running through his hair before your fingers are pushing a strand behind his hear. “Cum for me, Kookie. Wanna feel you cum for me.”

Your words throw him over the edge, falling blissfully into you. It feels so fucking good. Your fingers running through his hair, down his neck and then back up again. The way your pussy clenches around him, cock throbbing for you at the wake of his release. Your lips are soft and the rise and fall of your chest falls into perfect sync with his. His hand squeezes at your breast before it’s traveling down your body, squeezing at your thigh before you’re wrapping your legs around his waist, flushed to him. Every little thing you do heightens his senses until all he can breathe, think and feel is you. His face falls down the crook of your neck and you breathe out a moan into his ear, unraveling him completely.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby.” His hips slow down before they still completely, a moan passing his lips as he releases into the condom, your nails softly running down his spine. His body feels spent but he doesn’t miss the way it relaxes on top of you, blissful and peaceful, growing sleepy right away. 

“Feel good?” you ask, your fingertips running down his back in what feels like a feathery whisper. 

“So fucking good,” he mumbles against the skin of your shoulder before his eyes are finding yours again. He kisses you. He kisses you because in moments like this he wants to say something else, something that makes more sense to his heart than anything his brain could say.

You kiss him back, afraid your heart will betray you, too. 

~

You stare at him as you make your way back to his bed. He lays on his tummy, cheek pressed against the soft pillow, his pretty hair framing his face in a way that makes him look dreamlike. He doesn’t move an inch when you pull back the covers, if only for a second, to get back in bed with him. You lay on your side, eyes still fixed on him and your heart grows a new kind of tender at the sight of his sleeping form. He’s pouty and soft and so, so peaceful. Something sinks in your tummy, but it’s not in a way that signals bad news. Perhaps it’s the butterflies settling, perhaps the heat of the moment has began to cool down. 

Your hand comes to his face, fingers gently pushing his hair out of his eyes before you let them wander down his face. His cheeks are soft, his ears cold and when it tickles, he frowns. Your thumb travels up again, smoothing his brow bone and he relaxes. Your eyes follow your touch as you trace the bridge of his nose, slowly, softly, as if you were being quizzed on it later. Wanting to take everything in, afraid that even blinking could take away from the moment. And when your finger lands on his lips, you trace that too the way your own did only minutes prior. 

His eyes begin to flutter, a failed attempt to open them but you know he’s partially awake from the smile that pulls at his lips. You feel it on your finger before your eyes meet his gesture and when they do, you close them instinctively, leaning over and kissing him. His body can’t respond to his brain right now, exhausted and more asleep than he is awake, but he hums in satisfaction, lips puckering as he tries to give into his instincts. 

“Let’s have breakfast together tomorrow,” he mumbles against your lips. “I’ll go buy honey and make you pancakes.” 

You smile, though he can’t see, and perhaps it’s for the best. Your voice is a whisper when you say, “deal.”

His smile is the last thing you see before you fall asleep.

~

between takes | 04

as a fluffer for a popular porn star, your focus is to keep him hard and performing on set. turns out he's not the only thing that's hard.

pairing: porn star!jk x f fluffer!reader

genre: porn star au, fluff, angst, smut

word count: 6k

warnings: smut (very sweet, a tiny bit dom/sub switching), oral both receiving.

rating: NC-17 – Adults Only

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© between takes is copyright jeonstudios. this fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.

Keeping eye contact, he lowers his face incredibly slowly, sticking his tongue out while watching you and seeing what you’ll do.

“Jeongguk, don’t do it,” you warn, staring at him with your legs kept wide open, “I’ll punish you…”

You’re definitely not using a color.

Giving you no time to prepare, he dives back in, leaving you gasping at the intense feeling that washes over you, “Jeongguk.”

“This is a dream come true. You’re a literal dream,” he groans against you.

Sinking two fingers inside you this time, he pumps them in and out while lapping at your clit.

The rubber band tightens in your stomach again, and you arch your back, moaning his name.

“Come for me,” he speaks encouragingly and without faltering. Your legs move as you do, but Jeongguk’s hands hold your thighs, preventing them from closing around his head.

It doesn’t take long, and you definitely didn’t need to be told. Right before the rubber band snaps, you reach your hand down to tangle it in his hair, pulling a little on it.

“Fuck, Jeongguk,” you curse as your eyes roll back and wave after wave hits you. Your heart works overtime, pumping the ecstasy around your body.

Showing no intention of stopping, he keeps licking up and down slowly until you come down, breathing heavily and grabbing him by the back of his hair to pull him up your body.

Like he’s the happiest man in the world, he cages you in with his arms on either side of you, smiling down at you.

“What?” you question, out of breath and gazing up at him. He licks his lips clean of you, still grinning.

“I’m just saying I wish we would’ve done this sooner. I’ll be thinking of this at work; your arched back, your sweet pussy, the look on your face right now.”

You roll your eyes, blushing slightly, “You’re an idiot.” 

Still, you reach out to grab him by the back of his neck, bringing his face down to yours so you can kiss him silly.

From his muscular arms and shoulders, his defined back and stomach and to his small waist, he lets you feel him up without a trace of objection, just like you’re used to. You revel in the feeling of his warm skin under your fingers, the way he just… pulls you in and makes you crave more. 

In turn, he fondles your right breast, tugging slightly on your nipple before letting go and trailing his hand lower. It travels softly over your skin, over your stomach and in between your legs. 

You moan shakily into his mouth when he circles your clit again, and he eats it up, remaining extra gentle for a while before he starts applying more pressure, his hand expertly following along even as your hips start to move on their own, instinctively trying to escape the intense pleasure. 

As you gasp for air, he moves his mouth to the side of your face instead, and then to your ear, kissing the skin that leads him to your neck. It’s really not a surprise how quickly he learns your body and its signals, what you like and what you love, and so, with your arms around his neck and his face in the crook of yours, you soon come again, moaning his name.

Happily, Jeongguk sits up, bringing his hand to his face and putting his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.

“Only four left.”

His lighthearted smirk has you sitting up as well, putting your hand on his chest and pushing him down where you just lied. His back hits the mattress, his smile only widening.

“Pants are coming off,” you inform, unbuttoning his jeans and starting to pull them down, revealing his boxers. Supporting his upper body on his elbows, he watches you rid him off the pants, lifting his hips when you ask him to, the happy grin on his face the whole time. 

He’s obviously very hard underneath his white boxers, and you take a second to… observe it. The shape, the outline of it, the way you can nearly see it… pulse. Although you’re very used to it and have had your hands on it more times than you can count, it’s different knowing that it’s going inside you. Because you weren’t lying before when you reminded him of how big he is. It puts a little caution into your mind, but more than anything, a carnal want. It’s so hard, so ready, which also reminds you….

“What?”

“Huh?” you blink.

Jeongguk gazes at you, confused yet amused. “You look like you’ve never seen my dick before when in reality, it’s like… the part of me you’re most familiar with.”

He isn’t wrong. Like you said, you’ve for sure spent hours and hours with that thing in your hand.

“Oh? It’s… nothing.”

“Now I’m curious; tell me.”

“Well, Wendy might have told me she saw you pop some blue pills.”

Jeongguk chuckles, “Did she?”

You look at him, knowing your face shows very well that you know it doesn’t have to mean anything but if it does mean something that you’d listen. “Yeah.”

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with me, if that’s what you’re wondering. I’ve just had some trouble keeping my head in it, and when that’s hard, I’m not.”

This time, it’s his joke he chuckles at, watching you roll your eyes at it instead.

“But now that you’re here, it’s not a problem, cause I’m al–”

“--Always at least half hard when I’m around,” you repeat what you’ve heard him say countless times before. “Yeah, yeah. I told her it’s not necessarily a problem.”

It obviously isn’t at the moment, at least.

You reach out to trace the bulge lightly, enjoying how his cock twitches slightly at the touch he wants, barely there. 

Jeongguk bites his lip, looking down at your hand on him in anticipation. You know that he’s used to your slow touches, but you’re taking the teasing a step further, wanting to get your point across. 

So your fingers trace the shape of him. Down the shaft, his balls, the other side of the shaft… His stomach tenses shakily when your fingers ghost over the waistband under which the head of his hard cock rests. 

A groan falls from his lips when you don’t venture below the band and instead start tracing his shaft down again.

“Is it frustrating?”

“A bit, yeah,” he admits, “You usually at least jerk me off.”

You smile at him, “I know. But I want you to apologize first.”

“For?”

“For disobeying?” you say, expecting him to know, before you continue with something akin to a little threat. “I’ll make it torturous…” 

He seems to contemplate, eyes flitting down to where your fingers have returned to the waistband, tracing it slowly. “I’m… sorry. For disobeying.”

“How many times?”

“Twice.”

You raise an eyebrow curiously; this is going better than you thought. “Do you regret it?”

But of course, a grin so big his eyes crinkle at the corners breaks out on his lips, “No.”

“Jeongguk!” you gasp, pinching his cock between your fingers in a way you know he finds frustrating.

“Fine! Yes, I’m sorry for disobeying twice, and I regret it.”

Despite the exasperated tone, you decide his apology good enough, and so you place your fingers at the waistband once more, toying a little with it. “Will it happen again?”

Oh, how clearly you can see it on his face, how much he wants to say ‘yes,’ but instead, he bites his lip to stop himself, and you almost burst out laughing.

“I’d like to take this opportunity to remind you that good boys get rewards,” you promise sweetly, touching the tip of your index finger to the head of his cock, making him tense slightly at the contact.

“It won’t happen again,” he promises, but you know he’s lying.

“Good. Now these,” you tug on the elastic of the waist band, “have to go.”

Quick to obey that order, Jeongguk slides them down his hips, then sits up to pull them down the rest of his legs and throw them somewhere on the floor. Reaching out, you grab his hard cock, and he lies back down again, looking strangely serene as you start to move your fist slowly around him.

“What color?” you ask.

“What?” he smiles up at you happily.

“The safeword colors are for you too, so what color?”

Realization flashes across his eyes. “Oh, green as fuck.”

Warmth spreads inside your chest. “You really like this, don’t you?” you laugh. “Did I accidentally Pavlov you into relaxation? Close your eyes.”

Surprisingly, Jeongguk does what he’s told and shuts his eyes. “Mhm. I like having you near… and your hands on me… your attention…”

Truth be told, you really like it as well. Too much.

You spend a minute just watching his body’s reactions to your slow and predictable touch. There’s the slight tensing and relaxing of his abdominal muscles, the relatively slow but still affected way he’s breathing, the occasional biting of his bottom lip… Despite the intoxicating vision in front of you, and the warm feeling of his hard cock in your hand, you know that… you mostly just want to be close to him.

“Is there anything you don’t want me to do? Any limits I should know of?”

“No,” he shakes his head, keeping his eyes closed. “If you really wanna peg me, I guess we can discuss that.”

His words make you chuckle, and you watch him smile at the sound. “Good to know.”

“But like I said earlier; you can’t do anything that leaves marks. So hickeys, scratches, bitemarks…”

You nod at the reminder, deciding to try to keep it positive, ”And here I was, just waiting to bite.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t bite, you just can’t leave any marks that will show on camera.”

It makes you laugh. Using your other hand, the one that’s not jerking his cock, you touch his body. Soundlessly and without time for him to prepare, you run your fingers softly over his chest before removing them. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t open his eyes.

Five seconds later, you touch the top of his warm hand that’s resting against the sheets, watching it twitch at the unexpected touch but then relax just as quickly. You repeat the action, ghosting your fingers over his thigh, and then his throat. You see how he tries to predict what part of him you’ll touch next, but instead of doing so, you focus your eyes on the hand still tugging gently on his cock. Keeping your eyes on him best you can, you lean down slowly and place him into your mouth. 

He twitches, both his body and his cock, and he lets out the most delicious moan.

You take him out briefly, collecting some spit in your mouth and letting it drip down onto his cock. “See? Good boys get rewarded,” you remind, leaning down to deepthroat him.

“Fuck,” he curses, tensing up, and you see how he fists the white sheets.

Keeping your movements slow and deliberate, you fondle his balls as you swallow around him. You know he’s been blown a million times before; in fact, you’ve witnessed a lot of it, but he still feels more… genuinely responsive now than what you’ve seen him, and you don’t know if that’s good for your ego.

He touches your thigh with desperate fingers. “I… want more,” he pleads, still with his eyes shut.

“Do you?” you pop off him, a string of saliva still connecting your mouth to his cock. He nods, and you wipe your mouth with your forearm.

“Okay. You’ve been good; you can open your eyes now.”

He does, immediately catching your gaze. He’s so incredibly handsome, and he watches you lean over him to open and rummage through the nightstand drawer.

You find what you’re looking for, ripping the condom open with your teeth. The gaze, with which Jeongguk watches you roll the condom down his cock, is a heated one.

Just as you’re done, he tries to sit up, but you push him back down by his chest, “Stay down. Let me have my fun.”

“You just had your fun,” he complains, sitting up again. This time, when you push him down, he listens, which is lucky for you because you’re definitely very aware of the fact that he’s about a thousand times stronger than you. Truth be told, he could do absolutely anything he wants to you.

“Me? Please, that was heaven for you.”

“No, it wasn’t,” he argues, and you gasp at his outright lies. “Okay, it was,” he smiles cheekily.

“That’s what I thought. You’re such a goddamn brat, I swear to God.”

Rising to his elbows, he looks at you like he’s about to give you the deal of a lifetime, tilting his head slightly. “What if I fuck you though? You know what I can do; you’ve seen my stroke game. I’ll have you screaming my name in no time.”

“Shut up,” you warn, taking a hold of him and jerking once, twice. “This is not good boy behavior.”

“Who said I was a good boy?” he quips, but you can tell he’s fighting a moan.

“You’re not. But you will be when I’m done with you. Now shut up and enjoy it. You realize this is the first time for us, right? How many times have you imagined this, huh?” you tease, lining him up with your pussy and sinking down slowly.

There’s definitely still a stretch, and you shut your eyes for a few uncomfortable seconds. Despite knowing that his co-stars prep themselves before the shoots, you still can’t help but be a little jealous at how easy they always seem to take him.

Heartwarmingly, you feel a supportive hand on your thigh, thumb stroking your skin gently and wordlessly encouraging you to take your time. You try your best to relax and breathe, and fortunately–and just like he said–you are so wet that as soon as the bulbous head pops in, the rest follows pretty quickly and painlessly. When you open your eyes, there’s a sweet look on Jeongguk’s face as he watches you.

“The amount of times I’ve imagined this? Too many to count,” he admits and lets his gaze fall to where he’s disappearing inside you.

As soon as the discomfort starts to subside, pleasure is taking its place, and it’s borderline insane how good he feels when all you’re doing is filling yourself up with him.

He moves under you, sitting up once more. “You’re driving me insane,” he says, his words quiet and closer than you expected.

The second you’re filled to the brim with him, you start to move, slowly rocking your hips back and forth. Even this, just sitting on him and moving the tiniest bit, feels like absolute heaven. It’s almost too good, and you wonder if his dick should come with an addictive warning or if it’s your emotions who are to blame because it shouldn’t feel this good. Soon enough, you feel his arm wrap around your waist, holding you to him. You open your eyes, meeting his that observe you with something you’d almost describe as a very intense and heated adoration.

“I can make you feel even better. I’ll fuck every little thought out of your pretty head,” he promises with honeyed words.

“Behave or there will be punishments,” you warn, putting your finger to his lips to physically shush him, all while getting ready to ride him properly.

However, you can clearly see the one second he spends contemplating and how his smirk widens and that mischievous glint in his eyes returns.

“You know what?” he starts, grabbing your hand and removing it from his mouth. “I don’t think I will.”

You don’t have time to react before he’s once again attacking, turning you over so quickly you barely have time to think. He slips out of you in the process but the moment you find yourself on your hands and knees, he fills you up again from behind, that stretch still there but not as strong and instead more… delicious.

And you feel him in your entire body and against your back as he lifts you toward his chest. 

He isn’t too rough, nor is the pace he sets too forceful, but it’s definitely brutal compared to what you were doing moments earlier.

“Jeongguk,” you call in a high pitched voice, holding onto his arms that cross your chest as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.

“Color?” he mumbles into your ear from behind, to which you answer an already out of breath “green.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he continues, and you nod, teeth biting your bottom lip so hard you think you might draw blood.

“See, I told you so.”

Slowly, he lets go, and you’re back to supporting your weight with your own arms, but when Jeongguk uses the better posture and angle to increase the pace even further, you simply give up, resting the side of your face against the pillow instead.

You think you hear him chuckle, but you’re way too absorbed in pleasure to scold him, and besides, it didn’t sound arrogant, just… sweet.

It doesn’t get much better when he lifts one of your thighs to spread your legs wider, snaking his hand around to once again rub your sensitive clit. God, he is just out to kill you, isn’t he?

Just like you suspected, Jeongguk is on a mission, and his fingers and the non-stop pounding of his cock into your sweet spot have you coming in no time. His voice is sweet and encouraging, calling you good girl for taking him so well. It’s almost embarrassing how he, in basically no time, has you coming again. 

You’re breathing heavily, and your legs start to hurt from being so spread while supporting your weight. As if he notices, Jeongguk slows down, lifting you by your hips and maneuvering you onto your back.

Seeing his happy smile gives you a surge of energy, and before he can bury himself inside you once more, you make your attempt at overthrowing him, sitting up and trying to push him down. He stumbles a little and laughs at your mischievous eyes but regains his balance and pushes you back down effortlessly.

“Nuh uh,” he grins.

You laugh and admit defeat for now, instead pulling him closer by loosely hooking your index finger under the chain around his neck.

He pushes in once more, but instead of setting a higher pace, he rolls his hips at a tenth of the previous speed, lowering his face to yours. Slowly rocked back and forth, you reach up to brush his sweaty hair away from his forehead, suddenly hit by a wave of emotion.

“You might be a brat, but you are so pretty,” you say, and you’re sure he can see the stars in your eyes as you admire him. 

“So you really do find me attractive?”

“Are you kidding me, Jeongguk? You said you imagine me on the set while you’re fucking someone else? Don’t you think I wanted the exact same thing? Every single part of you feels like it was tailored for me.”

“No? Not to the same extent. You never watched me do anything naked; as soon as our clothes came off, you worked or read a book or something.”

“Yeah, dumb-dumb cause if I watched you fuck those girls like that, I wouldn’t be able to think about anything else.”

“I knew it,” he smirks.

“No, you didn’t,” you argue, still smiling, “I’ve been in love with you since I first met you, yet you overheard a two sentence conversation and dropped me.”

Your confession has him slowing to a stop mid-thrust, looking down at you under him with gentle but also slightly sad eyes. With your hands still on his face, you stroke your thumbs over his cheekbones.

“I’m sorry for doing that. I just… you were right; I heard you say that and convinced myself that you were ashamed of me and what I do, and I thought maybe you didn’t actually want to… be around me or touch me like that. There were just so many things pointing to that, like how you never showed any interest in hanging out outside of work, or even communicating outside work. You didn’t want me to touch you, either. So I knew I couldn’t let you touch me like that anymore with a clean conscience.”

Oh how your heart hurts at his confession.

“So you didn’t want me there for my sake?”

Jeongguk nods. “I was really hurt, and there was no way I’d be able to pretend like I wasn’t and like everything was fine, but I also didn’t want you to do something you might not really want to.”

Guiding his face closer to yours, you kiss his lips lovingly and much sweeter than the kisses before it.

“And here I was,” you mumble against the corner of his mouth, “setting boundaries for myself when it came to you. You were too… warm and too funny and too sweet, and also way too hot, and I knew that if I didn’t draw a line for myself then… I’d have my heart broken in one way or another when it wouldn’t work out. Which I was right in doing because look at us, I see you outside work one time, and you’re–”

“–balls deep?” 

You laugh, “Exactly. But since we’ve fucked up already, what are you waiting for; are you gonna fuck me or not? Because if not, you should let me on top.”

“Oh, you should not have said that.”

The second the words have left his mouth, he resumes fucking you at a pace and angle that makes your eyes tear up from pure pleasure. Your hands hold onto his back like your life depends on it–though not leaving any marks–and your teeth bite your lip. 

You really don’t know how he does it, and you almost wish you’d paid even more attention on set to pick his techniques apart, because how does he make you feel so incredibly good? Your breaths are shallow, your skin sweaty and on fire, and the sounds falling from your lips seem to please Jeongguk.

Over and over again, he hits that sweet spot inside you, and as a woman who’s always needed external clit stimulation to come, you’re not used to the feeling of the rubber band tightening to the rhythm of his hips. 

“Jeongguk…” you call shakily, feeling like it’s about to wash over you.

“You close?” he grunts between powerful thrusts that would have you falling off the bed had you not been clinging to him. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

“Fucking shit,” you manage to curse at the onslaught of stimulation, feeling your breaths become even more shallow, “fuck me.”

“I am.”

You don’t laugh or berate him for his cheeky remark because half a second later, the band starts to tear until it finally snaps, and you’re thrown over the edge. To deal with the powerful waves and keep somewhat quiet, you bite his thick bicep. 

Jeongguk, however, doesn’t stop nor slow down. Not until fifteen seconds later when you’re on your way down, loosening your hold on his back.

“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he admits, eyes flitting down to the way your tits jiggle with his slower thrusts.

“And you’re absolutely insane,” you comment, sensitive and breathing heavily, because while you feel like you’re on death’s doorstep, Jeongguk, although breathing heavily and skin glistening, doesn’t seem like he intends on quitting anytime soon. 

He smirks, showing you that goddamn dimple of his.

“For real. I know this is what you do, but do you not need a break? Like a real break? How long are you gonna keep going for?”

“Forever. Why would I want this to end?”

“Because…” you start, your breathless voice turning slow and sultry, “I want to see you come. I never got to make you come; I want to see it–you coming for me–up close.”

Meeting his eyes, you trace one of your hands from his back around to his chest, gently tweaking his nipple. The action surprises him, noticeable in the slight stuttering of his otherwise smooth hips that gets even worse as you start to clench around him.

He licks his lips, the cheeky attitude gone as he looks at you.

With your other hand, you grab his jaw, holding it sweetly. “You’re gonna fuck me, okay? Like really fuck me. You’re gonna give me all you’ve got, and you’re going to come for me, okay?”

Finally obeying, Jeongguk starts to slowly increase the pace of his thrusts again, and the sound of skin slapping against skin, his heavy breaths and slight moans, will be hardcoded into your brain for the rest of your life. As he starts giving in, chasing his high, you take a second to also admire the vision above you. The black strands of hair that hang in front of his forehead are damp, sticking together, and his eyes are slowly turning almost… hazy. 

You try your best not to let the increase in pace get to you too because you really want to savor the moment, and although the pleasure is building inside you again as well, you’re not about to chase the finish line again on your own accord.

“Come for me.”

Jeongguk doesn’t say anything, just breathes harshly and his brown eyes flicker across your face. They lose their focus for a moment before he shuts them, his movement getting sloppier, but you squeeze his jaw slightly to remind him. “Look at me.”

He does, the eye contact between you so intimate, but a second before he comes, he shuts them tightly again. You don’t reprimand him this time, satisfied with his attempt and seeing his face as his body stills, and he reaches his climax because of you. 

At this moment, you’re almost glad you never actually got to bring him to orgasm before, because this is… so much better, so much more intimate and meaningful.

He groans quietly, and you feel how he pulses, releasing everything he’s got into the condom inside you.

You let him ride out the waves that wash over his body, a smile growing on your lips when he opens his eyes, looking dazed for another second.

“You’re crazy,” you chuckle, letting go of his jaw to hug him to you. He laughs too, still audibly out of breath, and nuzzles his face into your hair.

In an attempt to calm him down–or maybe mostly just because you want to–you use your nails to draw light shapes onto his heaving back, listening to the combined sounds of your breathing.

He’s still inside you, making no effort to pull out yet, and you honestly don’t care, too preoccupied with keeping him close.

Not sure how long you lie there just like that, you blink when he moves back to look down at you, grinning widely and endearingly.

“What?”

“One left.”

“Wha–Oh, my… Jeongguk,” you grab his forearm, meeting his eyes as he circles your clit with the fingers of his other hand again.

However, sensing your surprise, he stops. 

“Color?”

And you sigh before giving him a roll of your eyes and a smile. “Green, you monster.”

Not wasting a second, he resumes the action, having you gasping his name yet again.

“I don’t know what you’re made of, but there’s gotta be, like, cocaine or something in there cause I don’t know, but you’re addictive. Especially your cunt, it’s all I can think about. Your body and your reactions.”

“I don’t know, I think maybe you just have a problem? Are all male porn stars like this or did I end up with the defective one?”

“I'm not defective, just very into you. So in that case, you’re my problem, and it’s your fault, because actually…”

You watch him lift himself off you completely, removing his hand from your clit in the process as well as sliding out of you. In the blink of an eye, he’s removed the condom from his soft dick, tied it, and dropped it to the floor like a madman.

About to comment on it, you’re thrown off when he grabs your thighs, swiftly pulling you toward him before lowering himself to his stomach.

“Jeongguk,” you breathe at the first, very light lick of his tongue.

“Mhm?”

But you don’t say anything, just throw your head back and tangle your right hand in his hair. He’s much slower this time, less… rushed, and now that he knows what you like and what drives you to bite your lip, your breath to hitch, and your back to arch, he’s being thorough, wanting you to feel as good as possible. You’d be at least a little embarrassed if you had the energy because, despite not exactly needing any warm-up, you’re still already nearing the edge.

“Fuck,” you shut your eyes when he goes from long licks to shorter, more intense flicks of his tongue over your clit. “I’m close…”

He doesn’t say anything to that, just holds your hips as still as possible while you writhe on the bed. 

You stop breathing as it happens, your back arching and your hand gripping Jeongguk’s dark hair. He doesn’t pull back until your body relaxes, wiping his mouth on his forearm.

Out of breath again, you open your eyes to see him above you and smiling down.

“Six.”

If you had any energy, you’d probably slap his arm lightly, but you don’t, you just smile at him with a raised eyebrow. “Happy?”

He nods firmly, sitting back. “Yeah. Should we shower? I think I need to shower at least.”

“We’re not showering together though,” you shake your head.

“Why not?”

“Jeongguk. I am not having more sex with you tonight. Especially not in the shower.”

“And you don’t think I can control myself?”

“You compared me to cocaine?”

“Touché,” he admits, laughing, “You can go first, and I’ll pick out some clothes for you to sleep in.”

“Okay,” you smile, watching him stand up. Trying to urge your tired limbs to move, you’re instead surprised when he bends down to pick you up bridal style.

“I can walk,” you argue even if you’re not entirely sure of your words. 

“Shh. Let me.”

And you do. Because it feels nice to have him care for you.

As promised, he leaves you to shower in peace, a set of clothes left for you. In your head, you’re already counting down the hours until you’ll have to break your own heart.

Dressed in the spare underwear from your bag and one of Jeongguk’s obscenely oversized t-shirts that’s more like a dress on you, you wander through his apartment while he showers. He offered some of his sweatpants for you to wear as well, but you left them in the bathroom, guessing they would be too hot to sleep in.

Most of the rooms are still dark, moonlight reaching through the windows and casting a bluish hue over everything. Somehow, the tint matches the thoughts whirring in your head. How did this happen? Where will you go from here? Or maybe you know where, but… how do you get there?

Absolutely spent, you end up in Jeongguk’s kitchen, reaching for a glass in the cupboard over the sink and filling it with cold water. You’re staying the night, that’s for sure, even if it’s most likely not the best idea.

Downing the water gulp by gulp, you refill the glass mindlessly, wondering what Jeongguk will say when he steps out of the shower. What does he think about everything? You can’t help but feel like he’s optimistic, maybe too optimistic?

A stray drop runs from the rim and down to your fingers. It’s cold against your skin.

You feel his presence looming behind you before you hear him; the warmth radiating from him, and the breaths ghosting your hair. When he noses at it lightly, goosebumps start littering your skin.

“You know what the worst part of porn is?” he asks lowly, quietly.

You swallow, gathering your thoughts.

“How it gives men unrealistic sexual expectations and has young men and women thinking it’s normal and even expected for the woman to be hurt under the excuse of ‘rough sex?’”

You can’t help but be a smarty pants, even though you know Jeongguk doesn’t partake in concepts that he deems are too violent. The bar is definitely very low, but it’s one thing you admire him for.

“Well, that too, but… rephrasing my question: you know what the worst part about my porn experience is?”

“No,” you admit quietly, and although you know how things will end, you just can’t help it, so you close your eyes, emptying your head of all of those blue thoughts, and you lean back against his warm, sturdy chest.

“The fact that there’s no cuddling.”

You let out an amused breath through your nose. “You want to cuddle with your costars?”

“No, but you get what I mean, right?”

Jeongguk reaches his hands around your waist, his right one taking the glass right out of your grasp and bringing it up and over your head, presumably to his own mouth. His other hand grabs a hold of the edge of the sink. You feel his body move as he downs the water in approximately three seconds.

“I meant that I want to do the whole aftercare, cuddling with someone I like, but unfortunately, I rarely get to sleep with people I really like.”

“You’re saying you don’t like them?” you smile to yourself, happy to be annoying.

You lift your left hand to trace his left arm and the veins running just under his skin, until you reach his larger, angular hand.

“I do like them,” he says, putting the glass down on the counter just slightly to your right. “They’re nice women, but I don’t like them like that.”

You hum in response, perfectly fine to just stay in the moment a little longer. There’s just something about having him around that makes you… happy. You know that the rules you accidentally put in place for yourself were a good thing because after seeing him outside work and after finding out that he likes you too, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to deny that… he’s all you want. 

“I don’t know what you like,” he mumbles close to your ear, “but I’d want… this…”

Jeongguk turns his hand over, briefly intertwining his fingers with yours before releasing your hand. He drops his, and you feel his soft touch graze your thigh.

“To be close, to sleep next to you. To get to touch you and have you touch me, if you want.”

He wraps his arm loosely around your waist, and you’ve long since accepted the fact that tomorrow doesn’t matter, nor do the reasons for his actions, at least not tonight. 

So you nod eagerly.

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Insanely handsome ♥

BAD HABIT (teaser)

18+ / mdi

summary: hiding his secret crush on you was already hard enough for jungkook, and after getting bit by a spider, he'd now have the grueling task of hiding his brand-new superhero identity from you.

content: spiderman!jungkook, f2l!jungkook, based on mcu's spiderman and is supposed to take place during/after civil war but with an aged up spiderman, college-aged Jungkook and reader, picture tattoo-less 2019 jungkook, pining, slow burn-ish, afab reader, smut, dry humping, fingering, penetrative sex, etc.

(^ no actual content warnings in the teaser)

wc: 878 (teaser); 9.4k (full fic)

RELEASE DATE: august 6th

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"Oh my God, did you see what he did last night?", you excitedly shoved your phone in Jungkook's direction, showing him yet another news article detailing Spiderman's newest act of bravery.

"What, did he stop another bank robbery?", Jungkook showed disinterest in your interruption, continuing to pay attention to what was playing on the TV.

"Okay, booo! Why are you so lame about him? He's so cool," you complained, setting your back against the couch again with a frown.

"I dunno," he shrugged, "Just don't see what the big deal is about him. There's cooler superheroes out there."

With the light from the TV shinning on the two of you, you allowed the content from the movie to consume you for a bit before arguing back. You always argued back when it came to Spiderman. This was practically routine to Jungkook by now.

"Like Iron Man? Sure, Tony Stark's cool, but think about it — Spiderman's probably just a regular person like you and me. Can you imagine doing all he does while keeping it all undercover?", you rambled on, "Also his body's crazy," you added as an afterthought, almost whispering it to yourself.

Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle at this, inadvertently looking down at his own abdomen before responding, "How do you know he's got a nice body under that suit?"

"You can literally see his abs through the suit! Duh!", you tutted at him as if he were an idiot to question you.

"Ah, right. My bad," he chuckled, "Okay, whatever. Just pay attention to the movie. You can ramble about him all you want after we finish, okay?," he held up his pinky towards you in a childish fashion, grinning when you giggled at him and intertwined your pinky with him, grumbling a 'fine' in mock annoyance.

Now with you both putting your focus on the movie, — Jungkook's all-time favorite, Back to the Future — Jungkook had the opportunity to lose himself to his own head, thinking about your recent obsession with Spiderman — New York's newest hero.

After Spiderman's recent appearance at an encounter with the Avengers in Germany, followed by a more prominent presence in the streets of New York with a revamped suit, you had instantly formed an intense interest in the masked man. Prior to that, the hero was mostly a man hidden in the shadows — a myth to all those in Queens. Almost immediately upon his return to New York he became a sensation across the world, but specially around the area in which he'd serve the people and fight all evil around.

Among all those fans stood you, maybe the biggest of them all.

It didn't take you long to develop a liking to the masked man upon his sudden resurgence. Jungkook had known you to get overly invested in your interests (there had been a few instances throughout your friendship where you'd demonstrated as such), but he never thought you'd be the type to develop such a blatant crush on someone you virtually knew nothing about. Past the fact that he was the youngest addition to the Avengers, there was not much information about Spiderman out to the general public, yet you were quite loud about your crush on him to everyone you knew — especially to Jungkook, who just so happened to be your best friend.

Unfortunately to Jungkook, you were entirely unaware that the man you were actually crushing on was your best friend in disguise.

And even more unfortunate to him, you were even more unaware of Jungkook's own crush on you.

Did this count? Were you technically crushing on Jungkook?

He chose to go for the most pesimistic answer and assume that your interest in Spiderman would immediately die upon finding out his real identity. Throughout your many years of knowing each other — all through the ups and downs of middle school and high school all the way to university — you'd never once shown anything but platonic interest in him.

To be fair, Jungkook also never gave you any clear indication of his feelings for you. He liked to think that he was discrete about it; that you had no idea of the embarrassing crush he'd been cultivating since freshman year of high school. Fortunately, you appeared to be far too oblivious to it, leaving Jungkook to hold not one but two life-altering secrets, never once considering letting you in on either of them.

For now, all Jungkook could do was make up lame excuses for his sudden absences and to grumble any time Spiderman's name was brought up. Part of him held disdain for Spiderman due to having to keep him a secret from you, but most of his dislike was born out of jealousy over your interest in him. What did he have that Jungkook didn't? Nothing! But he could never tell you that, leading him to a never-ending dilema that he could entrust in no one.

The movie left his mind for the next of the night, much more so when you seemed to become disinterested again, cuddling against him as you prepared to let yourself fall asleep. This was common in your relationship, though it was always strictly platonic. It always left Jungkook wanting more, but still content at having you by his side.

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