Hell Is Empty - JJK, KTH

hell is empty - JJK, KTH

↳ PART 09.3 of hell is empty

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

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pairing — drvg lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut, love triangle au

word count — 8.7K

play — sadderdaze by the neighbourhood

warnings/tags — single parent!reader, dad!JK, ex-boyfriend!JK, CEO!taehyung, strong language, mentions of infidelity (not between oc/jk/tae), mentions of infert!lity, therapy sesh with namjoon, oc lowkey snooping 🫣, she’s kinda thirsty today lmao, jungkook’s tattoos 😵‍💫, soft soft softttttt i cried

note: i promise this is the last part of…part 09 🤠 the drama must continue…this might be one of my fave parts :’)

“Something’s bothering you?”

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— like i want you [m] | jjk.

◦ summary ↠ setting your nerdy best friend up with a girl from your class was the biggest mistake you ever made.

◦ pairing ↠ jungkook x reader (namjoon x reader for like a second)

◦ word count ↠ 5.4k

◦ genre ↠ smut, angst, fluff

◦ content warning(s) ↠ best friends to lovers, nerd!jungkook, fuckgirl!reader, college au, suggestive/explicit content, swearing, praise kink, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, light dirty talk, oral sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, fingering, orgasm denial, pet names, very slight humiliation kink, breast play

a/n: first upload! i hope u guys like :D

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"Netflix and chill, my ass. If he likes Batman so much, why doesn’t he just go fuck him instead?” You sighed vehemently, eyes rolling at the mere thought of the disappointment of a date you had last night. You were in the living room of your old studio apartment, pacing back and forth as you ranted to your best friend Jungkook.

What seemed like what was going to be the best sex of your life, had gone to waste—all because of Batman. Yes, Batman.

The boy’s name was Namjoon Kim. You crossed paths with him a few times across campus and heard your fair share of rumors on his supposed flawless performance in bed. You’ve heard girls gush over his ‘monster cock’ and how he knew exactly where and how to please them and it all sounded far too tempting. You couldn’t help but take on the offer when your friend, Mina, offered to introduce you to him.

He specifically stated that he wanted to Netflix and chill with you but when it came to it, there was practically no chilling—just Netflix. Sure, the two of you did make out a little but he cut it before it could get any further. If he could sleep with all these girls, why not you? Now you were stuck at home, adding yet another tally to your mental board of days fraught with unbearable sexual frustration.

Your mind had been in such a complete daze that you had forgotten about your best friend sitting right before you, listening intently to all your meaningless talk.

“Isn’t he just trying to be respectful? Maybe the guy’s just got some class.” Jungkook questioned, head tilted to the side in confusion. He often called you nit-picky for your taste in men, and he was probably right.

"Respectful? I’m not sure I’d say that.” You threw your head into your hands, remembering that surely wasn’t the case. In fact, the boy’s hands lost themselves under your blouse a few times as you were making out. But you couldn't help but feel embarrassed at his inability to go any further with you. "Yeah, maybe he's a nice guy, but honestly, I just want some dick." Jungkook chuckled, trying to hide his cheeky smile.

You plodded onto the couch beside Jungkook and locked your eyes with his before continuing.

"… Don't you ever get a little horny?"

"Huh—I mean, yeah, I guess." Jungkook's cheeks flushed in an instant, stumbling upon his words. "Obviously I get horny and uh—watch porn, but I haven't really wanted someone like that for a while..." You cringed at the thought of your best friend jacking off, quickly diverting your thoughts from the visual that was being painted in your mind. Yeah, you were close, but you never really asked about that side of him. He knew a whole lot about your sexual encounters, but you never really got the chance to listen to him talk about any of his, if there were any.

"Now be honest, when was the last time you got some?" You inquired, raising an eyebrow as the reds of the boy's cheeks became radiant along his skin.

"You know... back when I dated that girl in our junior year of high school. The super short one with bangs." You recalled the petite girl that used to follow Jungkook around school. You caught them alone together multiple times but you never would've thought that they'd have slept together.

"It's been that long? Come on, you gotta do better than that." You nudged him, pulling your phone from your jacket pocket. "Look, I'll find you a girl right now." Jungkook snatched your phone from your hands and shut it off before placing it back down on your lap.

"Hey, I'm not like you — I can't just sleep around with people like that. I'm way too shy and you know that,” Jungkook avoided your gaze. You could tell this conversation was making him nervous, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

He wasn’t the most expressive person but you somehow managed to get things out of him. When you first met him, he was the same. Always seated tightly in the back of the class, a book in his hand. He was the token “quiet nerdy kid” that every class had. You were assigned to sit next to him in your pre-algebra class and somehow the two of you, despite being polar opposites, became the bestest of friends. Who knows where the two of you would be now if you hadn’t been seated where you were. Though the loved the boy with your whole heart, you did wish he’d let himself loose at times too.

“I’m not telling you to sleep around…” Before you could finish your sentence, Jungkook rolled his eyes, knowing it was exactly that. “—hear me out, there’s this one girl that’s been eyeing you for a while. You’re a lot more popular than you think.” Jungkook‘s eyes shifted to you for a second, slightly intrigued, before darting straight back to the floor.

Gaze still directed to your marble white floors, Jungkook stammered quietly, “W-What’s her name?” You giggled to yourself. He was excited about this and it was written all over his face. His flustered expression and wandering eyes gave it away.

“Jennie Kim.”

His eyes widened momentarily. She was one of the prettiest girls in your class and he did admire her from a distance from time to time. Her body was said to be “chiseled by the gods,” every curvature seeming near-perfect.

“You’re joking, Y/N.” Jungkook scoffed. He didn’t want to believe it and find himself caught in a potential prank you were pulling on him. This hesitance was soon put down as you passed him your phone to him, displaying various text messages of the girl swooning over him. “There’s no way…”

“See! You totally have a crush on her!” You playfully punched Jungkook’s arm.

“It is not a crush, I’m just shocked she likes me.” He affirmed. “… but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try and talk to her.” You turned to Jungkook, placing your palms upon the soft fabric of his shirt, one on each shoulder.

“There’s a party tomorrow night. Message her and ask if she’ll be there.” You advised the boy who was visibly anxious. “But you gotta flirt and talk to her first, okay?” Jungkook nodded slowly, though it still felt unclear to him.

“I’ll figure it out. I gotta go now though, I’ll see you tomorrow night, okay?” Jungkook said before propping himself off the couch. His hand dove onto your scalp, ruffling your hair up in circles before speeding out the door, giggling. He really hasn’t changed has he? You chuckled to yourself.

The evening of the next day, you sat before the vanity in your room, fixing up your makeup and hair. You had already agreed to go to the party with the guy from your last date, Namjoon, and you were hoping for something more than just a heated make out session—as amazing as it was. He was hot and smart and honestly, such a catch. You couldn’t help but feel excited for the night to come, despite the disappointment you were left with after your first date. You had higher hopes for this one, fingers crossed that things would go at least a little further than last night. As considerate as it was of him to wait, he left you a horny mess.

Shaking your head out of your thoughts, you sent a text to Jungkook to remind him of the party, but it seemed he was already on his way there. For someone that would show an hour after nearly every hangout or event, you were shocked. You texted a quick, ‘omw’ before heading out.

The house belonged to the president of some fraternity at your university, Taehyung Kim. You weren’t too close to the guy, but the two of you saw each other often at parties. You thought you were wild, but he was on another level. You didn’t mind it though.

When you arrived, you searched the crowd of people for familiar faces. The room reeked of alcohol, heat filling the air from the friction of people’s bodies rubbing against one another. The kind of atmosphere that’s strange at first but feels somewhat natural at the same time. You tried to fit yourself though the thinnest of gaps between people, finally making your way out as Taehyung popped right into your vision.

“Would you look at that? My favorite person’s here!” He swung his arm over your back, the boy’s inescapable scent of alcohol consuming you. The two of you knew very well that you weren’t close but you were sure it was simply the alcohol speaking on his behalf. “Can you pleaaase come drink with me? Tell Jungkook to join too!” The boy pouted, hands cupping your cheeks. You chuckled at Taehyung’s foolish behavior, lightly petting his fluffy brown hair.

“Hey, I’d really love to but someone’s waiting for me.” You politely turned down Taehyung’s offer, slowly tearing his arm off of your shoulders. You strolled away swiftly, scanning the crowd yet again. Your eyes finally landed upon Namjoon, the face you had been longing to see. He was leaned back against a wall, arms crossed. As you maneuvered your way over to him, you noticed Jungkook standing beside Jennie in the distance, arms laced with hers. He raised his hand up to wave to you with a bright smile, but as you were about to wave back, Jennie called his name, instantly diverting his attention. You didn’t think much of it, returning your attention to the tall man in front of you.

Namjoon’s cheeks lifted with a smile as soon as his gaze met yours, placing his hands on your waist to engulf you in a warm hug. He was wearing a button up shirt, most of it unbuttoned to showcase his abdomen and it definitely made you feel things. You placed your hand on his chest, letting your fingers wander the depths of his skin.

“I’m glad we got to meet again. You look really hot.” Namjoon smiled, evidently admiring the way your dress hugged your waist. The neckline dipped low enough to show off your cleavage and Namjoon couldn’t seem to get his eyes off of it. “I couldn’t get you out of my head since we last saw each other.” His voice was deep and raspier than you remembered it.

“You look amazing too.” You responded, hands sliding lower down his shirt.

“You’re a bold one huh?” He smirked, hands lowering down your waist. “I can do that too, you know?” Chills ran through your skin as you felt his hands make their way down to your ass.

“Do it then.” You bit your cherry tinted glossed lips, watching Namjoon’s eyes constantly fixing onto them.

“Fuck, can I kiss you?” He pulled your body closer to his and you could feel his length touch your stomach through his pants. You nodded, as he instantly placed his lips on yours, massaging your ass as he did so. When the two of you pulled away momentarily, you noticed Jungkook seated on a couch with Jennie at the edge of the couch, practically on his lap. His hand was caressing her thigh and something about the sight made you feel weird inside. Jungkook made eye contact with you and averted his eyes almost immediately, an expression of annoyance and sorrow appearing upon his usually soft features. Was he upset at you? A strange feeling began to pit within your stomach. Jealousy. As a friend or as a woman? You weren’t sure yet.

"You okay?" Namjoon held your face between his fingertips, shifting your face back toward him. You grinned back at the boy.

"Yeah sorry, I got a little distracted—" You uttered, being cut off by a peck to your lips.

"Don't worry, okay?" Namjoon reassured, arm locking around your waist. He leaned toward your ear, rubbing the smalls of your back. "I really wanna fuck you right now." He whispered.

The two of you didn't waste any time as Namjoon had locked his grip around your wrist, leading you to a room. He pressed your delicate body onto the bed before attacking your lips with his own. He kissed a trail down your body, gripping at ends of your dress. He looked up at you, to which you nodded. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, but you wanted to get your head off of things.

Even with Namjoon right in front of you, touching you, the only thing on your mind was Jungkook with Jennie. You were the one who set them up, there’s no way you could be jealous … right? You snapped back to reality, scrunching your eyebrows up in discomfort at the thoughts currently circling through your mind.

"Fuck, you're so hot." Namjoon lifted up your dress to reveal your floral white laced panties. He stripped the white buttoned shirt off his body before pressing his fingers against your clothed folds. His fingers rubbed the sensitive area in a circular motion as you bit your lip, trying to hold in your moans that were soon reduced to small whines.

"You can let it out, I wanna hear you moan for me." Namjoon asserted. Something must've been wrong in your head because all you could think of was what Jungkook was up to. Your best friend. Maybe he was already having sex with Jennie by now. You were fine with it before, but why did it bother you now?

"Y/N?" You were broken from your thoughts by Namjoon who looked up at you with a puzzled look. Your eyes were welling up with tears, swelling up. "You don't look too okay—sorry if I was moving too fast, uh, we can stop if you want—" You lifted yourself up from your laying down position.

"It's not that, I just don't wanna do this to you." You tugged your dress down and stood back up onto your wobbly feet. "I'm really sorry," Your head hung low as you rushed, fighting back tears. Namjoon tried to follow you out as he threw as his shirt back on, losing you in the crowd of people. Namjoon turned back, falling into the vision of Jungkook who seemed to be staring darts into his soul. With only the sight of you running away from Namjoon, Jungkook could only assume something had happened. Quickly excusing himself from Jennie, he ran out the door and followed behind you.

You hurriedly let yourself into your apartment, sinking into the soft cushions of your couch. You couldn’t help but wonder what Jungkook was doing right now. Images of him fucking Jennie were all that flooded your head. How could a measly childhood crush from so long ago affect you like this? You were aware of your past feelings for him, but you never thought you could still have any left. It took seeing him with someone else to realize that.

A text sound dinged through your phone. You grasped your phone in your hands, staring blankly at the blue message displayed on your screen.

Bunny Boy

Hey, you okay?

[Sent 11:07pm]

You shut off your phone screen, flipping your it over, backside facing upwards. You tried to close your eyes but were interrupted by yet another ding.

Bunny Boy

I'm outside.

[Sent 11:12]

Soon after receiving Jungkook’s messages, you heard knocks at your door. You sprang up from your couch, slowly making your way to the front door. You pressed your face against the door, poking your eye into the peep hole. There stood Jungkook, nervously tapping his foot against the carpeted floor of your hallway. The ambiguous expression on his face left you apprehensive, hoping things would be okay between the two of you. His face was painted with worry and annoyance.

Your hand hesitantly wrapped itself around the silver handle of your door, debating on whether you should let the boy in or not. You weren’t sure if you could face the reality of the situation, but it sure wasn’t very mature of you to ignore it either. You couldn’t avoid him forever. He was your best friend after all. You mustered up all the courage within you and twisted the door open in one swift motion.

Your eyes dropped to the floor, only allowing yourself to the view of Jungkook’s black boots. It felt like there were strings physically restricting you from lifting your head to meet his eyes and the feeling was suffocating.

"...Can I come in?" Jungkook questioned in a soft voice. To ask such a question seemed unnatural to him, considering the unlimited access he usual had with your apartment. He'd usually pop in and out whenever he wanted, earning his fair share of scoldings by you for invading an adult woman’s privacy. It seemed he avoided doing so after noticing the apparent tension between the two of you. You nodded without a word, turning around into your apartment.

"Why are you crying?" Jungkook pulled your body to face him, lightly brushing the tears off your cheeks with his thumb. Feeling his skin on yours sent chills through your skin.

"I really don't wanna talk about it, it's embarrassing." Your quivering eyes couldn't even build up the strength to look the boy in the eyes. You felt small standing before him, a side of yourself you hadn’t shown to him in a reaaally long time.

"Embarrassing? Does that even apply to us?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure I've heard every little embarrassing thing there is to know about you. I won't love you any less, you know?"

"Love?” You muttered the word under your breath, in an almost annoyed tone. Jungkook’s eyes lifted to meet yours, softening as soon as they did.

"Yes Y/N, I love you.” Jungkook reassured you, with a smile. "I don't even need to explain what an amazing friend you are to me." Expecting a grinning response back from you, Jungkook's smile faded when he noticed your facial expression grow even gloomier than before.

"Not in the way I love you.” The sentence was barely audible, only loud enough for you to hear it. You couldn't bring yourself to speak up, fidgeting with the imbedded design of your dress.

"Huh?" Jungkook's beady eyes widened for a second, returning to a more puzzled expression soon after. He couldn't seem to comprehend the words that had just left your lips.

Not wanting to repeat yourself, you simply shut down the conversation, "Forget it, I just wanna be alone." You turned away from Jungkook, feeling a dropping feeling in your stomach. It was an indescribable feeling, a feeling you just wanted to disappear.

"—but what if I did?" Jungkook turned his head to you, boring into your nervous eyes.

"What if you what?" You gave the boy a puzzling. You felt Jungkook take your hand in his, the warmth of his own slowly encasing yours.

"What if I loved you too? In that way?" Your heart throbbed in your chest. "What would you do then, Y/N?" Jungkook stepped closer to you, the gap between your faces becoming smaller by the second. His large hand lifted your face up to meet his eyes, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Are you sure you know what I mean?" The innocent gaze on your face brought a small smile to the boy's face.

"Does me saying I’ve had a crush on you for the past seven years help you understand a bit more?" The ends of Jungkook’s lips slowly curled up into a smile as your lips parted in surprise. “So you were upset because you like me?" He asked.

"I was just a little jealous... that's all." You avoided his gaze in embarrassment. You had never felt this weak in front of Jungkook before.

"Jealous of Jennie?" A laugh escaped his mouth. "She is not really my type to be honest."

"Not your type?" You questioned. "I don't know a guy that doesn't want her.” Your lips turned to a pout.

"Maybe other guys might want her," Jungkook proposed. "But I don't, not like I want you." His eyes turned dark as he looked you up and down. He edged himself closer to you until your back hit the wall behind you. You felt Jungkook position his hands on your waist, lips lowering to your neck.

“Can I?” Jungkook’s desperate eyes lifted to meet yours. Unable to get a word out, you nodded eagerly.

He didn’t hesitate before allowing his soft, wet lips to make contact with your skin as a small yelp escaped your trembling lips. Your eyes widened in surprise at the sound that you made. You felt Jungkook smile against your skin, soon pulling away from your neck to place a soft peck on your lips.

"Don't be shy, Y/N. I wanna hear those pretty moans of yours." Your breathing was heavy. He could feel your chest rise and fall with every breath. "Think you can do that for me?" You nodded in compliance. You felt Jungkook's hands brush against the underside of your thighs, gripping at the both of them to lift you up and around his body. You wrapped your legs around his waist, placing your hands behind his neck. You leaned toward the boy's face, attaching your demanding set of lips onto his.

"I want you so bad Jungkook," You whispered into his ear, allowing him to feel your warm breaths sink into his skin. "Please fuck me."

The two of you were connected, both mentally and physically, pressing your starved bodies against one another. Jungkook brought the two of you to your room, gently placing you onto the fluffy sheets of your bed. Your back was pressed to the bed, the boy hovering right over your figure.

"Fuck, I've always wanted to see you like this." Jungkook kissed your neck, lightly sucking on the skin.

"A-Always?" You questioned, a bright red blush smearing along your cheeks. Your usual sexy and confident self had completely vanished. This felt different. The butterflies that airily frolicked within your stomach turned to explosions of pleasure.

"Those cute little skirts you wear, all those times you get real close to me without noticing—you think I don't feel anything?" Jungkook kissed further down your chest, cupping one of your clothed breasts in his large hands. “You’re such a tease, Y/N. You deserve a good fucking, don’t you?” Hearing such vulgar words come from who used to be your cute nerdy boy best friend was beyond surprising. The arousal that began pooling within you in response to his vulgar words, was even more.

“You’re so hot Jungkook,” Hearing the sentence come from you brought a grin to the boy’s lips. He felt his pants grow tighter around his crotch, his desire for you increasing by the second.

Seeing your flustered face and the view of your amorous eyes beneath him, Jungkook took the hem of your dress between his thumb and index finger, lifting it to your stomach. Jungkook pressed two fingers onto your exposed white panties, damp with your arousal. You shuddered at his touch, releasing a small whimper in response to the stimulating feeling of your heat. Jungkook noticed the wetness on his fingers, slipping them into his mouth.

"You taste so good, princess. I've been missing out, huh?" Jungkook praised, pressing his finger back over your clothed pussy. He began to rub in circles, sending pulses of pleasure throughout your whole body. Your moans grew louder in volume, while only made him go faster. "You're such a good girl, Y/N. You like that?" The pitch of Jungkook's voice raised slightly as he teased you.

"Aah—y-yes, I lo-ove it." Jungkook chuckled at your inability to speak, so overwhelmed by how he was making you feel.

"Yeah, feels good doesn't it?" You nodded repeatedly, unable to speak or think of anything but your throbbing pussy. Suddenly, Jungkook stopped the movement of his fingers, watching as you looked up at him in confusion. "How about I take off your cute little panties? It'll feel even better." Jungkook was amused by your eager nods, progressing further. He took the waistband of your panties in his fingers before slipping the thin fabric right into the air.

“I want you so bad, Jungkook. Just fuck me already.” You whine, lifting the ends of the boy’s shirt, him tearing the rest of it off of himself.

“Be patient kitty, I’m getting there.” Jungkook slowly inserts his slim, long fingers into your throbbing pussy. It needed him. “Look how wet you are already.” The teasing and almost degrading tone of the boy only made you want him more. Jungkook slipped his fingers in his mouth, licking the excess wetness of your pussy from his lips.

Without wasting a second, Jungkook returned to pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy that was nearly sparkling with arousal. Your whines and cries filled the thin walls of your studio apartment. Your neighbors were the last thing on your mind at the moment. All you could think of was the exhilarating feeling of pleasure that was being shot throughout your body.

“J-Jungkook, faster, please!” You pleaded, thrusting your hips unto his fingers, slamming them into your g-spot.

“What if I slowed down? How would that make you feel princess?” The pace of Jungkook’s fingers grew slower, but your whines were getting louder.

“No—please don’t—ah!”

“Your pretty little moans only make me wanna stop even more. I wanna see you be needy for me.” Jungkook removed his fingers from the pool of moisture between your legs and right back into his mouth. “That’s enough for now Y/N, I’ve got something else for you.” The boy growled, hands lowering to grip onto his belt. In one swift motion, his belt was on the floor, pants being torn down soon after.

Your lips parted in surprise as you watched your best friend’s cock spring up. His palm was wrapped around his length, giving it a couple strokes. His eyes panned between you and his hard cock as a drip of precum edged its way out of his tip. It was bigger than you expected—yes, you might’ve wondered what his cock looked like before—but it was far prettier than you had imagined. It was the perfect shade of pink and had just the right amount of curve to it.

Jungkook got onto the bed, hovering over your half-naked body. He pulled the rest of your dress up over your head, flinging it to the side. “Fuck,” Jungkook’s eyes were locked on your tits for a few seconds before diving right in, suctioning his salivating mouth onto your right tit. His left hand fondled the other, pinching and pulling it at the nipple. You could feel his teeth graze against your skin, his tongue painting circles around your now hardened nipples. Your breaths were heavy as your hand passed through the long strands of the boy’s fluffy black hair, lightly pulling at it.

The view of your best friend‘s mouth locked onto your chest was an image you could’ve never imagined seeing before your eyes. You’ve always been able to acknowledge that Jungkook was an attractive man, but you’ve never seen this side of him. You loved how he could take such control of you, get your panties soaked with a single touch.

Jungkook removed his lips from your breasts, shifting himself further over your body to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You felt the tip of his erection twitching against your stomach, gasping at the sudden contact.

"You're so fucking cute, Y/N." Jungkook whispered, his heavy breaths hot against your ear. "Let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours now, yeah?" You nodded keenly as Jungkook extended his hand out to you. The black inking laced throughout his arm bulged atop this veins that poked out so perfectly from his skin. You set your fingertips into his palm, allowing him to flip your body over into a doggystyle position. Your hands clung to the silky soft linen of your bed, startled by the unexpected transition. You could feel the warmth of Jungkook's body behind yours, his erection brushing against your ass.

“J-Jungkook—“

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Jungkook reassured, fingers tracing shapes down the skin of your back. He continued upon hearing you utter a breathy ‘okay.’ His large hands slithered down your back and lowered to your hips, to which he gripped onto. Jungkook carefully edged his hungry cock into your glossy folds.

His hold on your sides grew tighter upon entering you. His member slowly slid out of your entrance before pumping right back in. He fit in you so perfectly, as if your pussy was made for him. Jungkook could feel your pulsing walls close around his cock, fastening the pace of his thrusts. The sounds of his low moans with your unrestrained mewls blended together like music, accompanied by the sound of your skin slapping against his.

“You’ll take my fat cock for me like a good little slut, right?” All you could do is whimper in response, biting your lip to suppress the moans that were threatening to release from your trembling lips. “Moan louder for me kitty, don’t hold it in.” You obliged, allowing yourself to moan and cry aloud.

“I-I’m close—Jungkook, fuck!” You screamed, unable to hold it in any longer. Jungkook thrusted faster and harder into you, repeatedly slamming his cock against your cervix. Your moans of his name were reduced to gibberish, unable to generate a single thought in your mind beyond him.

“M-Me too, ah, I’m gonna cum—“ The milky white fluid gushed from his pink, swelled tip, right into the lips of your pussy. His cock was coated with his release as he pulled it out, collapsing onto the bed beside you. “Well, that was fun.” Jungkook lips curled up into a smile as he let out a quiet chuckle.

“Y-Yeah, it was.” You were still left panting, chest rising and falling with every breath. You laughed innocently, as if the two of you hadn’t been fucking like wild animals a few seconds ago. Jungkook’s large arms closed around your torso, pulling your bare body toward his own. You couldn’t help but notice the way your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, your legs locked tightly around his waist and his arms laced over your chest. Jungkook rested his chin atop your head, rubbing the smalls of your back in vertical motions.

You couldn’t help but wonder—what were the two of you now? Jungkook pressed his wet lips onto your forehead, doing the same to your nose and lips. Were you dating?

“—Y/N?” You were interrupted from your thoughts, your doe-eyed best friend staring straight into your eyes. “You okay?” Jungkook situated his hands behind him, springing upright into a seated position.

“… So what now?” You questioned, cocking your head to the side. Your grip on his body loosened, slowly removing your hand from his back to his face. Your fingers lightly traced his jawline, nervously awaiting his response.

“I mean I like you, you like me—“ You didn’t waste a second before dropping your arms onto the nape of Jungkook’s neck, bringing your starved lips back onto his. The kiss ignited a spark between the two of you that you’d never felt with anyone before. You’ve probably kissed hundreds of people but never had you ever felt anything like what this boy was making you feel.

“Does this mean we can go for a second round?” The foolish smile on Jungkook’s face made it almost impossible to say no.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it…” You avoided his gaze, crossing your arms over your chest. You could feel a smile poking at the corners of your lips, unable to resist the guileless pout Jungkook was giving you.

“Hey! Look at mee,” Jungkook whined, tugging at your arm. You swiftly landed a peck on his lips before launching yourself off the bed to scurry away buoyantly. You weren’t able to get very far, feeling Jungkook’s firm grip tighten around your wrist. He pulled you back right onto his unclothed lap. His eyes had completely changed, his cute, innocent stare turning to a sultry, tantalizing one.

“Come on now, you haven’t forgotten who’s in charge already, have you?”

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long way home 22 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.6k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers, angst

rating: 18+

warnings: fingering, dirty talk, making out, jimin's a lil sassy in this one, jaykay's angy & jelly 😠, blood?, fight 🥊

summary: the one where jungkook can't control his jealousy.

a/n: jimin made it v hard to keep this pg so here u go w some mature content 🫂

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 |

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"This is so wrong."

"But you like it."

"Jimin."

"I like it when you moan my name like that."

Jimin and you were supposed to clean up the coffee shop and close for the day. The emphasis lies on supposed.

Coffee machines left half dirty and cleaning rags hastily thrown on the counter you're in the back room, the door slightly ajar and pressed up against the wall by Jimin.

Tights down, skirt hiked up, panties pushed to the side and Jimin's fingers deep inside you.

His fingers work wonders, and the fact that you're technically in a public place might add to your pleasure.

Jimin keeps moving his digits against the sweet spot inside you, sometimes slowing down to really take his time dragging his fingers along there.

"You're so wet," Jimin says, commenting on the squelching sounds echoing off the walls of the tiny room. You lean forward, hiding your face on his chest. "You're soaking my fingers."

A sound of protest bubbles from your throat. "Don't say that."

Jimin nudges your chin up to make you look at him. "But I love when you get wet just for me." While looking straight into your eyes he picks up on his tempo. You feel some of your arousal trickling down your thighs, Jimin's sharp movements making a mess everywhere.

With your eyebrows tightly drawn together, you tip your head back against the wall.

"Deeper. I need you deeper," you moan, one hand clawing at his biceps while the other one is pressed against the table beside you.

"Like this?" Jimin grins when you roll your eyes at the pleasure.

"I'm close - fuck - I'm really close, Jimin."

Jimin pampers you with kisses on your neck. His other hand slipped beneath your bra to palm your tits. "You gonna cum for me, princess?"

"Uh-huh." You nod frantically, the fire in your tummy growing each time Jimin's fingers vanish deep inside your pulsing pussy.

"Wanna see you cumming all over my fingers," Jimin whispers in your ear. "Think you can do that for me?"

His innocent question is your last straw. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, legs shaking as your high overtakes your whole body.

"Good job, princess." He plants kisses over your neck and cleavage. Jimin keeps moving his fingers in slower movements, but you swat at his hand between your legs.

" 'm sensitive," you whine.

Jimin chuckles, retrieving his fingers from your pussy just to pop them back into his mouth. He grins when he sees how flustered you get.

"My favourite," he says.

You giggle, pulling him down to kiss him. You can taste yourself on his tongue but you couldn't care less. Kissing Jimin is like therapy. And you needed lots of that the past days.

"Y/n?"

Jimin and you freeze.

Was that ...?

Are you hallucinating or did you actually hear Jungkook calling for you?

Jimin is the first to react. "You wanna talk to him?"

You look down at yourself. Tights still down and skirt hiked up. Legs wobbly from the orgasm that Jimin just pulled out of you?

"Uh, kinda not?"

"Then you stay here and I'll deal with him." Jimin helps you to get your clothes back into place - you scrunch your nose when your wet pussy comes in contact with your panties before getting cleaned - and gives you a little kiss on the collar bone before he leaves the room. He makes sure to close the door behind him.

You don't know how long Jungkook has been in the coffee shop but you're praying to the gods that he didn't hear anything.

You can faintly make out Jimin and Jungkook talking to each other. You think about opening the door to hear what they're saying but you don't want Jungkook to find out that you're here.

You press your ear against the door to hear better, but suddenly it's completely silent.

Trepidation spreads in the pit of your stomach.

You don't think silence is a good sign in a situation like this. Jimin told you to stay here, but you're slowly starting to feel like that wasn't the smartest idea.

Your hand clasps the doorknob.

But before you get to open the door a loud smack resounds through the shop and shortly afterwards you hear glass shattering on the floor.

~

sora

we're short on diapers

can you buy some after work? xx

Jungkook head turns to his phone at the notification sounds. He reads the messages that appear on the display.

He turns on the indicator while continuing to wait at the red light.

It's been a long day and Jungkook can't wait to get home to his baby. Sora didn't text him while he was at work, so Nabi must have not been whiny today.

Nabi has been getting along with Sora quite well in the last few days. She's isnt as fussy as she used to be with her and doesn't cry immediately when Jungkook is gone.

Jungkook is happy about the progress. He wants his baby to have a good relationship to both her parents - that's why he permitted Sora to come back into their lives. Because children should have both parents with them when they grow up. At least that's what Jungkook believes.

It's not long before Jungkook is strolling through the aisles of the supermarket with a shopping basket in his hand.

He enters the aisle with the baby articles. He searches the shelves to locate the little 2 on the package. Once he finds the right size, Jungkook puts a large pack of nappies in his basket.

Jungkook gets some new puree flavours and hopes that Nabi will like them. Admittedly, the banana & sweet pumpkin puree doesn't sound quite delicious, but babies' tastes are peculiar - especially his little ones' taste.

On the way to the checkout, Jungkook makes a quick detour to the aisles of chocolate and sweets. He should stock up on his snacks at home. Though there are still a lot left since you haven't been to his place for a long time and Jungkook buys most of the snacks for you. He has made it a habit to buy something for you every time he goes grocery shopping. But that's only natural, considering how often Jungkook and you spend time at each other's places...well, used to spent.

He adds a few snacks to the basket that he knows you like, and doesn't forget to grab a packet of the cookies you're obsessed with.

A couple minutes later, Jungkook loads the small paper bag with his purchase into his trunk.

As he closes the trunk, Jungkook looks into the distance of the street. The streetlights illuminate the otherwise busy street. Jungkook can spot your coffee shop from where he stands. He's a bit perplexed when he sees that the lights in the shop are still on. They are probably still closing.

Should he quickly stop by? He doesn't know if you're there, but if you are, he might try to talk to you.

And as promptly as the thought came, Jungkook crosses the street and heads for the coffee shop.

Jungkook tries to catch a glimpse inside through the windows, but he sees no one. Then why are the lights on? There must be someone inside.

Jungkook pushes the door open. He feels a little weird entering the shop at closing hours when no one seems to be around.

He opens his mouth to utter a little "hello?" but then he hears something in the background. A faint giggle that reminds him of your sweet voice. Jungkook could recognise your laugh anywhere.

A sheen of nervousness creeps up his back. You're here and that means he can try and talk to you, apologise to you.

Jungkook strides toward the back room of the coffee shop from which he heard the noise.

While Jungkook is thinking about how he could start the conversation, he only notices the obscene noises when he is almost around the counter.

As if struck by lightning, he stops and listens attentively to the sounds.

Not just any sounds - you're making out with someone. Jungkook doesn't need to see who the other person is. He knows it's fucking Jimin.

The blood boils in Jungkook, but he tries to control it. There's no reason to be mad.

"Y/n?" Jungkook calls and suddenly everything goes quiet.

There's a rustling in the background and Jungkook is waiting with his arms folded in front of his chest.

Jimin emerges from the back room. Alone. Even if Jungkook didn't hear the noises, Jimin's appearance says enough. His lips are puffy and hair is messy. Jungkook doesn't want to know how long the two of you spent in that room.

"I wanna talk to y/n," Jungkook says when Jimin comes out from behind the counter.

"Our shop closed an hour ago, Jungkook."

"Dude, I don't want to order a coffee. I wanna talk to y/n."

Jimin leans against the counter with his side. "She doesn't wanna talk to you."

Jungkook comes a step forward. "What are you?" he mocks. "Her little guardian or something?"

Jimin rolls his eyes. "No, but it'd be easier for all of us if you didn't always do the opposite of what she wants."

"Stop talking as if you know everything."

"Oh, but I do know everything." Jimin raises both his brows to make a point.

Jungkook cocks his head to the side, a scornful laugh escaping his mouth. "So you're boyfriend girlfriend now?"

"It's none of your businesses," Jimin replies.

"Just like y/n's and my business is none of your concern."

"It is kinda if she shows up at work sad every day because her supposed best friend lied to her for weeks."

Jungkook pokes his cheek with his tongue. He didn't need Jimin to tell him how wrong Jungkook was about what he had done.

"Jimin, you should know when to stop," Jungkook grumbles a warning. He feels like he could explode any minute.

"I'm just saying," Jimin shrugs. "I feel like you haven't truly grasped how often y/n adjusted her boundaries to accommodate your disrespect, and top of that, you can't even be honest with her."

"Y'know." Jimin goes through his hair with his hand. "If you hadn't fucked everything up, you could've been the one to make her cum just minutes ago."

And that's when Jungkook loses it.

That's when Jungkook's patience boils over and he's flooded with anger and adrenaline and needs to let it out.

One determined step forward and Jungkook gives Jimin a resounding punch across the face.

Jimin stumbles backwards. His back hits the counter, arms outstretched on either side, and sweeps away rows of glasses.

"Fuck off, Jimin," Jungkook spits.

~

The first thing you see is Jimin leaning against the counter. Blood is pouring from his nose. The floor is littered with broken glass.

You gape at the scene in front of you. What are they doing?

When you settle your gaze at Jungkook you meet his eyes. You see the rage in them but you can't explain what made him so angry.

In the fleeting moment that Jungkook turns his attention on you, he doesn't notice Jimin pushing himself off the counter.

And before Jungkook can do anything, Jimin manages to land a punch on his face.

"Jimin," you yell full of fright. But they're both unbothered by you and go at each other again.

You're too stunned to react. You thought they would stop after Jimin's punch. But no, they're men. They always have to prove how much stronger they are. Idiots.

You quickly get closer to them. You watch as Jimin tries to overpower Jungkook, but it doesn't work - Jungkook’s been doing this professionally for years (minus the stupid fights he caused in high school back then)

"Jimin." Worry lies within your exclamation. He needs to stop. Because if he doesn't, Jungkook won't stop either. There's nothing that could stop Jungkook.

You yank on Jimin's shoulder. "Stop it."

But Jimin doesn't listen. He gets another hit from Jungkook and loses his balance. Jimin falls against you. You stumble backwards and have to hold onto the counter to avoid toppling over.

Jungkook and Jimin immediately stop. Jungkook eyes widen. You can see the exact moment when realisation flashes in his eyes.

Instantly, Jungkook is in front of you hands gripping your arms. Up close you can see the blood on his lips. You hate seeing him like this.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook searches your eyes for the confirmation that you aren't hurt. His brows are knitted in concern. He completely forgets about his surroundings and focuses solely on you.

"Am I okay?" You shake yourself out of his grip. "Are you okay? 'Cause you're clearly not thinking straight. What has gotten into you, Jungkook?!"

"I-" Jungkook stares at you blankly.

His lip is split open. Jungkook isn't bleeding as much as Jimin does from the nose and although you want to scream at Jungkook with every fibre of your being for starting this unnecessary fight, you should take care of their wounds.

"Just." You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep sigh. "You both sit down. I'll get the first aid kit."

~

"You acted like five year olds."

Jungkook mutters something under his breath.

"Tell your friend he has some serious anger issues he should work on," Jimin taunts.

"You literally provoked me to get that reaction out of me."

Jimin hisses as you disinfect his eyebrow wound. "Why would I want you to punch me in the fucking face?"

"You kept running your mouth what did you expect?" Jungkook clicks on his tongue.

"Jungkook you can't just start a fight because someone upsets you." You stick a band-aid on Jimin's eyebrow.

They are both sitting on chairs while you help them with their wounds, and they still can't stop nagging at each other even after they have almost torn each other's heads off.

"Why are you even here?" you ask Jungkook when you start taking care of his wound on the lip. It's a little one.

"Wanted to talk."

"This is what you call talking?" You rub the cotton pad over the little spot on his lip. Jungkook’s doe eyes look up at you. You keep your eyes trained on his mouth, though it doesn't make it any easier to keep your heart from beating so fast. You've always liked his soft lips, especially after he had the brilliant idea to get himself a lip piercing.

"Y/n," Jungkook says. His voice is utterly velvety as your name falls from his mouth. It sparks the side of your that has fallen helplessly for Jungkook, and you make the mistake of looking into his doe eyes. "Please? Let's talk?"

You know you should talk to him. Your heart yearns to talk with him. But your mind keeps telling you to keep your distance from Jungkook. And you continue to listen to what your mind is telling you because you've learned the hard way that what your heart wants will always end with pain. And you're tired of getting hurt because you're too blinded by love.

"I dunno," you answer genuinely. "Not now. I'm...I'm not ready. Maybe soon?"

He gently embraces the hand you're using to clean his wound. "I don't want to lose you."

You don't know why, but you feel tears welling up in your eyes.

You want to tell him he's not going to lose you, but you're not sure yourself how this is going to end.

So you decide not to say anything. You look down at his mouth again and concentrate on his wound.

But then Jungkook suddenly stands up from the chair. You take a step back.

"Jungkook, at least let me-" you point at the wound, but he shakes his heads.

"It's nothing."

He looks over at Jimin for a second before trailing his eyes back at you. They have lost their usual shine and are instead covered by a cold, dull sheen.

Seeing the hurt in his round eyes stings more than you would have thought.

Wordlessly, he leaves the coffee shop and takes all the unspoken words with him.

summer nights and morning dew | jjk

“Look, I don’t care. You can’t trust people, and we need to protect what’s ours, okay? So do us all a favor and take off those rose-colored glasses.”

Hoseok huffs, standing from the log and staring into the now smoldering fire. “You’re one to talk,” he mutters. “As if we don’t know where you go every night.”

Jeongguk blinks in surprise. “Wh—what?”

But Hoseok is already on his way to his cabin for the night, and whatever he mumbles, it’s unintelligible.

pairing: alpha werewolf!jk x f knitter!reader

genre: FLUFF, a grain of angst, sorta oldentimes cottagecore au lol

word count: 11k

warnings: like 1 use of ‘fuck’ but there’s also some nudity because werewolves shifting, otherwise, this is incredibly sweet

rating: like… PG

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August 

“No, look, we need to constantly be on guard, and frankly, expect the worst. Do you realize how much we lost on that one elk?!” Jeongguk questions, angrier than he usually lets himself become.

Hoseok sighs quietly, throwing a small stick into whatever’s left of the fire.

“Huh?”

“Yes,” he finally answers reluctantly.

“So what did we lose, exactly?”

“Money.”

But Jeongguk doesn’t let go so easily. Not when the recent mistakes have cost so much, already.

Hoseok meets the unwavering, waiting gaze of his alpha, sighing once more and sitting up straighter on the log. “If we’d managed to protect him until sexual maturity, then the herd would’ve had a chance to grow further. Which would’ve meant that we’d have more elk meat to sell in the coming years.”

“Right. But you let those wolves through, why?” Jeongguk pushes because he needs Hoseok to get it.

“Because he found one of them hot,” Yoongi comments, an underlying teasing tone to his voice.

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no longer strangers | jjk

Description: jungkook x inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers, summer love au, jk’s a photography major <3

Content: pwp. 18+

Word Count: 9.4k

Warnings: sweet, soft, loving and lots of kissing, oral (m. receiving), fingering, dirty talk, sweet talk, oc's inexperienced and jungkook talks her through it, fingering, unprotected sex (be smart).

Author’s Note: I had a dream about something that went kind of like the way this story goes :) it felt so summer and sweet I had to write away... so here it is, hope u enjoy! please let me know if u do x ily <3

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no longer strangers

The sun touches everything in its wake, merciless even as dusk threatens to fall.

“It’s melting,”

“Huh?”

“Your lolly,” Alex says.

“Oh,”

You make quick work of your reflexes, lips closing around your thumb as they catch the zesty flavour of the lemon ice cream that melts over your skin. The summer heat works faster though, the juices dripping down your wrist, sugary thickness coating the single gold chain you’ve worn around it since you’ve had memory. 

Too focused on cleaning the sticky mess, your eyes divert from the crowd of people ahead, suddenly startled when you look up and your friends are out of sight – nothing but strangers taking up your line of vision. Some don’t spare you a glance, others look exasperated, trying to walk past you as your steps falter slightly.

You almost miss it – the gaze of one stranger in particular, a fateful chance threatening to get lost amongst many. But fate says you won’t, and your eyes meet his. It’s for a brief second at first, what makes up a heartbeat, but it’s so pulling you can’t help but glance back, your frantic eyes looking for his. Why? you don’t know, but when they finally meet, you don’t question it much either. 

You don’t smile, just stand in place for a second that feels an eternity long as you look at him. He glances back too, the ghost of a timid smile forming on his lips that you can’t quite make up amidst the chaos Saturday nights bring to your small town, tourists filling the narrow streets, markets overflowing, restaurants packed. The signs of summer paint the white walls in screaming color and just like that, he’s out of sight. 

“There you are!” Jimin says, his hand closing around your wrist and wincing at the stickiness that touches him. 

You look at him, slightly puzzled, but then return the relieved smile that adorns his face. 

“Sorry, got distracted.”

“It’s way too packed in here,” Alex says, looking around as if contemplating her next move. “Should we just get some food and head back home?”

“Yeah, let’s eat outside, make the most of the daylight.” Jimin adds.

It takes the three of you a while to settle on what to eat, and once you all agree that pizza is the universally loved choice, you make your way to the family-owned restaurant you’ve been frequenting since you were children. It’s a small, take-away only place that feels to you like a local’s treasure – never too packed with tourists this time of year, familiar and delicious. You don’t have to browse through the menu when you get there, the warm smile behind the counter way too familiar with your order by now, making small chat as you all hunt for cash in your bags and pockets until you make up the total and pay her. She says the pizza will be ready in thirty minutes and with that, you’re back to killing time. 

You walk through the markets, aimlessly browsing through the stalls and artisan shops, making small talk with the vendors that also happen to be neighbours and old family friends. 

Your fingers skim through the soft cotton fabric of a pretty white dress that hangs neatly on one of the racks, eyeing the details, the pretty embroidered flowers at the hem and on the thin straps. You’re lost in your own world once again, so much so that you barely hear Alex’s voice when she says,

“Are you like, following us or something?” 

Jimin’s eyes widen in shock and a bit of embarrassment and when you turn around you can see that he’s blushing, and when your eyes follow his line of vision they widen too, cheeks warming up and tinting a pretty shade of red. 

“Uh… n-no, no, of course not.” The boy’s deep voice answers back, visibly flustered by her straightforwardness. 

Next to him is the stranger. Your stranger. 

Alex eyes him for a second, deciding whether she believes him or not. She sees no menace in his soft eyes so she gives, “fine. It’s just that this is the third time we bump into you two… and tourists can be little creeps at times.”

He raises his hands up in defeat, giving her a warm smile before he says, “no creepy behaviour taking place here. Just two lost boys in a very small town.”

“Oh, are you lost?” Jimin asks.

“No, not really… just out of things to do. I’m Taehyung, by the way, and this is my friend Jungkook.” 

Jungkook is his name, your stranger’s name, though now you know his name so you reckon he doesn’t hold the title of stranger anymore. 

“Alex,” she introduces herself, turning to her sides as she says, “This is Jimin, and this is ___.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” Taehyung says, turning to his friend and giving him a look that makes Jungkook shoot a smile your way. 

Jimin smiles, ever so social. “What are you guys doing here anyways? There’s nothing exciting about this town.” 

“Ah, but it is beautiful. We’re photography majors, you see,” he points at the camera that hangs around his neck. It’s only now that you notice Jungkook holds one, too. “It’s picture perfect, only we’ve photographed about every corner there is.” 

“Hah, I’m sure that’s not entirely true, if you’re anything like these tourists.” Alex retorts.

“Regardless, we need subjects,” at this she frowns, not really following. “What do you guys do for fun?”

“This.” Alex opens her arms, as if presenting the boy with the world. 

Jimin, on the other hand, is in a much friendlier mood. “Actually… there is one place…”

Taehyung will not admit that he was hoping he’d say that. Neither will he admit that even though they weren’t necessarily following you guys, he was slightly pulled by your little trio, not able to help himself as he kept gravitating towards you. He’ll even confess that having Alex approach him first, even as ominously as she did, felt thrilling. Like their first fix of excitement in days, he couldn’t help but be drawn in immediately, even as he felt Jungkook grow more nervous by the minute the longer he stood behind him. 

“Oh?” He feigns a little indifference, but Jimin can see the glimmer in his eyes.

“Where exactly are you talking about?” Alex turns to him, narrowing her eyes at the blonde boy that’s way too busy shooting glimmering gazes back at what he already considers his new friend. 

“Are you guys up for a walk? And some pizza…” 

“We’ve got a car, actually.” Taehyung says.

“Even better, then. Let’s go.”

Alex rolls her eyes, but can’t help it when a smile adorns her features, already feeling that excitement bubbling up inside of her because she knows exactly where Jimin is taking them. You know, too, never one to have much of a say in things, for no other reason than liking to go with the flow, preferring the spontaneity that comes from sitting back and enjoying whatever ride lays ahead. So, you simply follow. 

You pick up the pizza, still scolding hot in your palms even through the green and red box that holds it. The smell is almost intoxicating as you make your way a couple of streets down until you reach their car, one you recognize in a heartbeat. The beat up, white jeep that you’ve personally never seen without the top down, rain or shine, is one you’re, once again, familiar with. 

Alex recognizes it, too, and soon enough she’s saying, “why are you driving Mrs. Kim car?” 

Taehyung chuckles at this, opening the passenger’s door to let her in, amused by her hesitancy to step inside the car. 

“That’s because Mrs. Kim is my aunt.”

“Shit, no way?” Jimin muses. 

“Yup. She’s away on vacation right now… a lifelong dream of visiting Portugal has finally come to fruition, so I’m house sitting. And dog sitting. And plant sitting. Oh, and I brought Jungkook along with me, of course.”

“I hope you’re doing a good job – your aunt has the most beautiful garden. It’s like this town’s treasure.”

“Oh, Jungkook’s in charge of the garden, actually. He talks to the plants and everything.”

You can see the way Jungkook’s cheeks flush, timid eyes glued to the ground as he lets out a little huff, dismissing his friend. 

You find yourself in the backseat, sat right in the middle with Jimin to your left and Jungkook to your right. You still can’t manage glances his way, too embarrassed, wondering if he recognized you from before. You were slightly certain he did, all too aware you were probably gawking at the poor boy that seems to match your timidness, or worse, double it. 

“Everyone buckled up back there?” Taehyung glances at you through the rear-view mirror and you offer him a thumbs up. “Alright! Where to?”

“Drive, Mr. Photographer. I’ll lead the way. But before I do, you have to keep a promise.” Alex says.

“What promise?”

“More than a promise, a secret.”

“A secret?” He yells, the wind picking up and muffling everything around you.

“Yes! Trust us, you’ll want to keep it!” Jimin adds.

“Fine,” he says. “I promise to keep the secret.”

You all laugh, not quite sure at what or why, perhaps simply enjoying the simplicity of the fateful encounter.

Enjoying the ride.

~

Jungkook sees it now, why this was worth a vow to secrecy. He’s wide eyed as they climb up the hill, the sky feeling a lot closer to him the more they get closer to the top. The blue hues above begin to tint yellow – golden. It’s perfect. The light, the green of the grass, the treasure that stands by his feet when they make it up. 

The pool is old, rusty around the edges with fallen leaves adorning the blue water. It’s oddly placed at the top of a hill, well-hidden by the deserted location and the tall tree that shades its rounded corner. He reckons that if he were really high up, it’d be a blue dot amongst a sea of green. 

“Woah,” is all he can say when you come to a stop, forming a half circle yourselves as you take it all in.

“This is our spot. This is what we do for fun.” Alex says, matter-of-factly.

“We don’t know where it came from, or why it’s just… here. But ever since we found it, we’ve been taking care of it. Kinda,” Jimin chuckles, taking in the state of the water that’s covered in fallen green leaves. 

“When did you find it?” Taehyung asks, taking a couple of test shots.

“It was our junior year of high school…,” you say, speaking for the first time. You can feel Jungkook’s eyes on you, cheeks heating up at the mere notion. “We weren’t allowed to go this far out back then so it felt rebellious. There was nothing thrilling about said rebellion so we climbed this hill to watch the sunset and… this found us instead.”

“It’s not much. But it’s ours.” Alex chimes in.

“So,” Taehyung starts, turning to the three of you. “Wanna be our subjects?”

“You wanna photograph us?” You can hear the shock in Jimin’s voice when he says this.

“Yeah, why not? It’s your spot anyways. We’ll keep the location anonymous if we ever were to publish, but as of now, it’s mostly for fun. You in?”

“And what would you exactly photograph?” Alex asks.

“Well, what do you normally do when you’re here?” 

She eyes Taehyung, a bit hesitant to answer his question in fear that it won’t be as thrilling as he’d hope for. 

“We swim, watch the sunset… eat pizza, talk about everything and nothing at all. Not much, it’s not really-”

But Taehyung doesn’t let her finish. “It’s perfect.”

She doesn’t give herself too much time to think about it, giving a small nod before she’s removing her top and denim shorts, leaving her in a pair of lacey black underwear. You can tell Jungkook and Taehyung are surprised by her bold actions, but neither you or Jimin bat an eye at this, already well accustomed to her wild nature. 

She plunges into the water, a perfectly executed dive Jungkook wishes he would’ve captured, slightly puzzled and suddenly slow in his movements as he tries to wrap his head around her bold actions. Alex is a beautiful girl, and she has a spark to her that’s hard to miss – mysterious, siren eyes and a witty mind, all contrasting and fascinating at the same time. 

This is all enticing, yes, but what has Jungkook’s mind in a frenzy is you. The stranger that he locked eyes with in the busy street just short of an hour prior to this. 

You’re beautiful, in ways that he can’t yet read but that pull him in like nothing has ever before. He thinks he might be exaggerating the idea of you, so he takes a quick glance in your direction and quickly enough, this thought is dismantled. 

Your eyes are soft, much like your face that’s framed in your silky long hair, half of which is lazily but delicately being held back by a white ribbon, some stray strands dancing in the wind. And then you laugh at the way Jimin follows Alex’s steps right away, t-shirt and shorts joining her pile and meeting the same fate as he not so graciously jumps into the water. It’s barely there, but he hears the soft chuckle that leaves you, his heart tightening at the sound. 

He wonders if you’ll join them – fuck, he wishes you would. You’re wearing a white dress that ends at your thighs, dancing dangerously with the wind and when Jungkook’s eyes give in and he lets them fall to your legs, the soft fabric rides up and he can make up the perfect curve of your ass. 

“Are you jumping in?” Taehyung asks you cautiously, making guilt settle upon Jungkook at his indecent stare just now. 

“I’m not… I mean, I want to. I’m just not wearing the right clothes underneath.” You blurt it out all at once, yet you manage to make it sound innocent. 

“That’s totally fine, don’t even worry about it-”

But Alex interrupts Taehyung’s rambles. “Come on, ___!”

“What, did you go commando today? That’s bold of you!” Jimin teases.

You roll your eyes at him. “No. I’m not wearing a bra, that’s all.”

“Who cares,” Alex says, splashing water your way, the droplets hitting your knees and refreshing you against the scolding sun, making you crave nothing more than being embraced by the cold water like them. “Plus, Jungkook and Taehyung are professionals.” She half mocks, half states.

No, they’re not, rambles Jungkook’s mind in franticness, already fearing for his sanity at the prospect of seeing you half naked. 

But then again, yes, they are. They’ve photographed nude subjects before – this wouldn’t be the first, nor would it be the last. So, he can’t do anything other than join Taehyung in reassurance as he nods at you. 

“She’s right. I mean, if you’re uncomfortable that’s totally understandable, though. Don’t worry about it.” The older boy says, a warm smile adorning his face.

You want to ponder on it, want to give it a second thought – well aware that’s in your very nature to question everything, to be careful and meticulous about things that are foreign to you. This one very much is, not only foreign, but scary. 

And perhaps it’s that easiness that comes with the season, or the way you can feel a bead of sweat fall over your temple. Perhaps it’s the fact that there’s eyes on you right now you’d very much like to impress, leave an indent on, because you’re certain he’s left one on you and it’s only fair, isn’t it?

And so, with that, your mind is set. Trembling fingers reaching for the hem of your dress, gripping the fabric tightly as you pull it over your body, discarding of it carelessly by your feet and bringing your hands over your chest in attempt to cover some of you, slightly regretful as the thrill begins to fade.

But it’s to no avail, because Jungkook’s eyes travelled down your every movement, took in every inch of your body that you revealed second by devastating second. The soft, tan skin of your legs, the white cotton of your panties, the small bow below the hem. The more he takes you in, the harder it feels to breathe, not even mustering enough strength to quieten down his thoughts because the dimples in your back give way to every single inch of your skin he wants to touch. Perky breasts at eye sight for a second before you’re pushing the flesh up with your hands around your body, making him crave you more even though he knows this is not your intention. He looks away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable any further. 

“Are you gonna come in or are you gonna give us a show?” Alex says.

“Shut up.”

It’s the last thing you say before you’re diving right in, a little less graciously due to your nerves, but nonetheless world stopping to Jungkook who perceives you as nothing but delicate – like the finest of Chinas, shiny porcelain that would feel fragile in his fingers. But he wants to touch nonetheless. 

“So,” Jimin eyes them for a second. “What are you waiting for?” 

And at that, they start shooting. Golden hour turns everything it touches into ethereal yellow, and the blue of the pool moves in tandem with the wind and your bodies. You know you should act casual, let them work on the three of you like you’re subjects, merely an image to photograph, but you’ve never felt more human than you do right now. 

You begin to get used to your nakedness, the goosebumps that first adorned your skin at the first hit of the cold water fading away with your nerves. Alex fixes your hair and adjusts your ribbon, playing with the loose strands of hair that fall on your face. She’s tender when she wants to be, especially with you, a soul so contrasting to hers. She tells you you look pretty and you smile at her. Taehyung gets the shot, transfixed in the scene in front of him, hoping he got it right. 

Jimin is gracious, swimming like a fish in water, the dancer in him shining through every swift movement of his body. Jungkook photographs him the most, not trusting himself at doing a good job if he were to signal his lens your way – afraid he won’t do you justice, knowing his shaky fingers would give out on him. But in fear of losing the moment, he steals glances, lets his eyes roam freely for a second too long. When yours lock on his, you smile. It still holds that shyness you carry, but it’s sincere, perhaps even comfortable… warm. 

The sun begins to set slowly, painting the sky in pink and orange, covering everything that touches it in beauty. Jungkook wishes he could capture more than just images, but feelings and sounds and the velvet of your voice when you tell Jimin to look at the sky. 

“Why don’t you guys come in? There’s a shallow end, you could get up-close shots.” Alex suggests.

“That’d be cool. It’s so fucking hot, that water looks so good right now.” Taehyung places his camera on the floor for a second before he begins to undress. 

Jungkook doesn’t let himself think about it for too long and follows in his steps. You’re trying not to look – well, that’s a lie. You’re looking and can’t seem to stop yourself from doing so, but you at least try not to gawk at the boy. The boy who becomes more of a man the more clothes he discards – toned and perfectly proportioned, intricate art adorning his arm from shoulder to knuckles. You try to make up the designs, the words, letting your mind wonder what they all mean, the stories they tell… what they say about him. You want to know more of him. 

They come in carefully, firm grip on the expensive equipment. Alex and Jimin catch Taehyung’s eyes – something about his elegance merging so well with her untamed nature. He begins to shoot right away, capturing their interaction, a conversation in whispers that break the spell the moment their boisterous laughs follow along. Taehyung can’t help but laugh, too, even though he’s pretty sure he was the subject of their humour. He doesn’t care, he's too hypnotized by them to care. 

The pull is stronger than his nerves, and so Jungkook finds himself walking over to you. Your forearms rest on the edge of the pool, cheek pressed against your damp flesh as you take in the sunset. He can’t see your face but his mind paints a picture of you, and in his imagination your irises reflect the view in an unrealistic way. 

You hear him approaching, the water moving around you in small waves, and when you turn around, he’s closer than you’d imagined he’d be.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi.” Your arms wrap around your front reflexively, feeling timid at his proximity but not one bit uncomfortable. 

“May I?” He nods at his camera as he asks.

You nod. “I’m not very good at posing, though…”

He lets out a soft laugh. “You don’t need to pose.”

“How do you want me then?”

He has to collect his thoughts for a moment, your innocent question leaving him at a loss of words. “H-however you want. You can just… look at me.”

“Into your eyes or at the lens?”

“My eyes.” He answers, even though he knows he should’ve said the lens. He doesn’t care – he’d sacrifice the craft and rules for a moment that feels more like art than any of the photographs he’s shot. 

And so, you look into his eyes, the same way you did in that crowded street, with that same glimmer of curiosity shining in them, only now he’s not a stranger anymore – at least not entirely. You let your hands fall to your sides and feel the way you blush when his gaze drops to your chest. When he looks back in the view finder, he sees the pretty pink that’s shaded your cheeks. He smiles, a bit too cheekily, bunny teeth peeking through. You notice this and roll your eyes, mimicking the smile on his face.

“I thought you were a professional?” Your tone is light-hearted and only makes him smile further. 

He lowers his camera, beautiful face coming into view. “I’m weak for sunsets, sorry.”

You laugh. “Ah, yes… aren’t we all.” 

You look up slightly, taking in the view and there it is. The shot. He makes quick work of his fingers and he looks back at the picture he’d just taken, convinced that nothing would ever compare to this one. You glow, golden like the sun and saying things with your eyes he wishes he could decipher. The soft of your neck, your collarbones, breasts. Tiny droplets adorning your skin, falling over your tits, nipples halfway out of the water. You’re a dream. 

The sun sets slowly and then all at once, and soon enough the wind grows chilly and the night falls all around you. You all get dressed, wet bodies feeling slightly uncomfortable against the dry fabric, talking about how great of a place this is, how amazing the shots came out, how much of a summer day today has felt like. 

It’s no surprise that you don’t want it to end, and so when Jungkook and Taehyung suggest you come over to theirs, you all say yes in a heartbeat. 

The drive is pleasant, small talk ensuing in the car as soft music plays and you all let the wind dry your damp clothes and wet hairs. You sit next to Jungkook once again, the warmth radiating from his body becoming addicting by the second and tricking you into laying your inhibitions bare. You ask him about his tattoos and you can see it takes him aback, your chattiness all of a sudden, but nonetheless he recounts the story behind the ones he likes the most. 

Some are more intimate than others, some make you laugh, perfect examples of the impulses of youth, making you feel slightly envious that he can so freely express himself. Through the art he captures and the one he inks on his body. By the time the drive home is almost over, you can no longer call Jungkook a stranger. 

“Do you have any?”

“What, tattoos?” You ask.

“Yeah.”

“No. But I think yours are pretty.”

He laughs at your choice of words, finds it endearing and genuine. “Thank you.”

“What would you suggest?”

He wouldn’t, knows how personal tattoos can be, but nonetheless he says, “a sun. Or a bird… right in here,” he touches your wrist, soft digits skimming over your skin, playing with your bracelet for a second before he looks into your eyes once again. 

You chuckle, even though his touch feels electrifying against your flesh. “A bird? Isn’t that a little cliché?”

He frowns at this. “What’s wrong with clichés?”

And he’s right, because you’d fall into every single one at his very command. 

~

It’s cinematic almost, and you make mental notes of all the songs that have played in the course of the night because you’d like to imagine this would be a damn good scene in the movie that is your life, and your favourite scenes are usually accompanied by the perfect melodies. 

You’re all sitting by the fire, warmed up slices of leftover pizza being passed over between you along with some fancy white wine Taehyung took from the cellar, reassuring you that this was his aunt’s way of paying him back for house sitting. It’s the perfect summer night, the air hot but wind chilly, the fire keeping you warm and well illuminated against the stark of night. 

You sit a bit closer to it, making Jungkook nervous at times with your proximity to the fire, how you bring your hands closer to the flame to warm them up, letting your eyes dance in the blaze, as if it was hypnotizing you with its fiery oranges and blues. 

“What do you guys do?” Taehyung asks between mouthfuls of pizza. 

“I study dance, down in the city… left last year.” Jimin says.

“No way, invite us over sometime, we’d love to see you in action.” Jungkook tells him, having grown fond of the boy in the last couple of hours. 

“What about you two?” Taehyung turns to you and Alex, who sit side by side.

“I work in a restaurant,” Alex tells him. “I want to open my own someday… maybe here, maybe in the city. Only time will tell.”

“Fair. Do you cook?” 

“Baby, I’m a chef.”

And it’s true, she really is. 

Taehyung laughs at this, nodding his head in approval and telling her he’d look forward to a five-course meal from her. 

“What about you, ___?” It’s Jungkook who asks you, turning to look at you but you don’t look back at him, eyes still enthralled by the fire in front of you. 

“I help my parents out at the shop… and volunteer at the church when I’m not doing that. Nothing too interesting…” 

“Her parents own a bakery! Best pastries in town.” Jimin says, making you smile as he eases comfort into you. 

You’re not ashamed of where life took you, but you do wish you’d taken more chances. Pursued a career, worked harder on your paintings to apply for scholarships at a university, just like Jimin did. But the circumstances were slightly cruel, leaving you behind as the train of dreams passed you. 

“That’s dope, ___. Take us there one of these days?” Taehyung smiles as he says this.

“Sure, any time. On me.”

You finally look in his direction, and when you do, Jungkook smiles. It’s not pitiful, but kind. Curiosity dances around his eyes but you can tell it’s not judgemental – in fact, it reminds you a lot of the same curiosity you feel for him. Of how you wish his answers would last hours when you ask him a question, or that you could read every single glance he throws your way. 

You’re curious of what it would feel like to touch him confidently, get closer to him, run your fingers down the lines of his tattoos, his face, his lips. Curious as to what it would feel like to kiss him and make it last, to feel close to him physically and perhaps even emotionally. 

The night carries on like so, holding you in your dream-like and curious state, another bottle of wine being passed around that seems to heighten your senses the more liquid you pour into your cup, but it’s soft. It loosens you up a little, letting the moment embrace you fully, the music immersing you further into it as you bob your head and move your body along to the beat. 

You laugh at the way everybody seems to loosen up, cracking jokes as you all grow a little too comfortable around each other, growing closer as you all share anecdotes and bits of yourselves – growing closer as you lean into each other, sit closer to one another, fall into inside jokes and the seed of a memory you can already tell you’ll hold dear for years to come. 

“Wait, wait- let’s play truth or dare,” Jimin says, after Taehyung refuses to tell him the story of the night he disappeared for twelve hours and woke up tucked in bed back in his parents’ house without his phone, or pants… or recollection of the night, really. 

“Yeah! That way we’ll get it out of him one way or another.” Alex conspires along with him.

“Better – let’s play truth or drink. Can’t be fucked to get up and do dares.” Taehyung suggests, much to his despair as he knows he’ll eventually have to let his story come to light. 

“I’ll go get the tequila.” Jungkook gets up, about to make his way to the kitchen.

“Bring some salt and lemon wedges, too, Kookie please,” Taehyung shoots puppy eyes at him.

“Thinly sliced, prince Taehyung?” 

“Yes, Kookie, thank you,” he sing-songs the last word, making Jungkook roll his eyes at him, but it’s lovingly, you can tell. 

“I’ll help you.” You stand up before you can convince yourself to change your mind, or before you can dwell a little too much in how shocked Jungkook seems to be at your suggestion. 

You make your way to the kitchen in silence, the laughter and music fading away slightly the moment you enter the house. You can still see them through the big window by the sink, laughing at the little clique they’ve seemed to make, the scene playing in front of you like one you’d find in an epic coming-of-age movie. 

“I didn’t think I’d live to find someone flirtier than Taehyung, and now I met two of them.” You feel Jungkook’s voice coming from behind you, feel his body heat before he even speaks. 

“I love it.” Your eyes remain on them.

“Wonder where the night will take them…”

At this, you turn around. “What do you mean?”

He chuckles. “What do you think I mean?”

“You think they would…- you know,” you’re too shy to say it, and he smiles at this, can even see the way you blush in the dim lights of the kitchen.

“Why not?” 

His question takes you aback a little, not in a bad way, just in surprise. So far, Jungkook had matched your timidness, a tame nature to him that much reminded you of your own. You don’t know if its comfortability, familiarity or the alcohol but he seems to slowly be coming out of that shell. It entices you, amps up your curiosity, makes you want to match his sudden boldness. 

“Should we- um, slice the lemons?” 

You’re cute when you’re nervous, he can’t help but notice. He nods as his hand travels down, coming awfully close to your hip before it lands on the handle of the drawer that holds the cutlery. He opens it, retrieving a knife and handing it to you. 

“Let me get the lemons.”

You work in silence, slicing the wedges as he looks around for the bottle of tequila and the shot glasses, stacking them up before he gets some salt and scatters it over a plate, a little roughly, some spilling at the sides. He grabs some napkins to clean it up and then your voice startles him some. 

“Jesus Christ.” Now, you’re by no mean orthodox but you do feel a hint of blasphemy lace your words as the reaction of what you see when you glance out the window.

When Jungkook joins you by the sink, he lets out a chuckle, not one bit surprised at the sight that greets him. He knew the night would end with his friend and your friends tangled up in each other one way or the other, and as he sees Taehyung’s lips disconnect from Jimin’s and immediately fall into Alex’s, he knows he was right all along.

“Told you.” He whispers, right next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I wonder if we should still bring all of this out… maybe they’ll end up suggesting body shots, or something.”

“Body shots?” 

“Yeah. You don’t know what a body shot is?”

You turn around, shaking your head slightly. “Is it sexual?”

He ponders on your question for a minute. “Hm, yeah, a little.”

“Do it.” You say, looking into his eyes.

“Do what?”

“Do a body shot.”

He lets out a small laugh. “I’d need someone else to do it…”

“Like- me?” 

“Yeah, if you wanna.”

“Okay.”

He grabs one of the lemon wedges, bringing it closer to your mouth, his knuckles grazing your lips briefly to get you to open up for him, and when you do, he places it between your teeth. He smiles when you bite, sending flutters down your stomach. 

“Tilt your head to the side a little- yeah just like that,” he wets the spot on your neck with a bit of lemon juice, letting the salt flakes stick to your skin as he lets them fall from his fingers. 

He pours himself a shot of tequila, not looking forward to the burn but excited to feel your skin on his tongue. 

“Ready?”

You nod your head, eyes closing the moment he leans in, wet tongue licking up a stripe on the warm skin of your neck, tasting the saltiness on your flesh. It makes you whimper, goosebumps adorning your body, and sudden warmth taking over you as he looks into your eyes, bringing the shot glass to his lips and downing the clear liquid. He winces, a groan leaving his lips before he’s leaning in yet again, lips coming close to yours as you close your eyes. You wish he’d kiss you, but he plays fair, his teeth grabbing the lemon wedge and biting into it, lips touching yours slightly before he pulls away. 

It was minimal – the touch, but electrifying, and you want more.

“That’s a body shot.” 

“Odd name for it.” Is all your mind can manage at this moment. 

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I guess it is.”

You want him to kiss you. You want to feel his breath on yours again, the soft of his lips – you want more than what you just got, curiosity making you greedy. You want him to kiss you and so you let your unsettled heart act out its desire, and you kiss him. 

He lets out a little gasp against your lips, not really giving into them as he tries to make sense of your actions. But it takes him about a second to fall into you, to let his body completely melt into the kiss, leaning in and trapping you against the kitchen counter, hands coming down to cage you in. Your kiss is soft and he matches your pace, letting his lips get tangled between your pillowy ones. When you pull away, he leans back, too.

“I’m s-sorry, I should’ve not-”

“Please, let me kiss you again.” He cups your cheek, thumb grazing your bottom lip, doing what his tongue would if you only let him.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

And when he does, he sets the pace – still gentle, pacing it out, letting you grow comfortable with it, but the more you comply the further you send him into lust. Your body reacting to him as you press your chest against his, soft whimpers leaving your lips when his tongue grazes them, a gasp granting him entry as his tongue finds yours. You’ve never been kissed like this, and you’re glad you haven’t. You’re glad it was him who did it, because you can feel the way it transforms you. The shift between you, within you. It’s addicting, so tempting.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” He says this between needy kisses. 

“Y-you have?” 

He holds you by the waist, one swift movement perking you up on the counter as you intuitively open your legs, letting him fall between them as you pull him closer. 

“Yeah. I have.”

“I guess me too,” you sound nervous, and his hand falls to your thigh, fingers running lazy circles over your skin to ease you. “I just didn’t think you’d want to.”

“Are you crazy? You’re beautiful. So, so beautiful, ___.”

You’re about to say thank you but he interrupts you in what you discover is the only way it should be done, his lips back on your lips, tongue finding yours, hand sneaking down your neck and into your long tresses of hair, still slightly damp at the neck. 

It grows heated – you don’t know much, but you know this. Can make up the way your body reacts to the way he kisses you, the way he touches you, subtly but fiery, passionate and determined and both your body and mind need more. 

“Jungkook,” your hands rest on top of his that lay at your thighs, inching ever so close to where you want him the most. 

“Tell me, baby.”

The pet name does it for you, all carefulness thrown out the window when you say, “can we- go somewhere else? More private?”

He wasn’t expecting that, content with being able to just kiss you, assuming that this was as far as it would go considering that you didn’t know what a body shot was until ten minutes ago, give or take. But he’s not complaining, smiling and nodding softly at you as he helps you down the counter. 

“Yeah, come on, let’s go.”

He holds your hand, intwining your fingers in his and it sends a troop of butterflies to your belly. The gesture is sweet, slightly contrasting to the way you want him to touch you – you wonder if there’s sweetness laced in his actions, no matter how crude. You’d hope there is, nerves bubbling up the closer you get to what you presume is his bedroom. 

The room is dark when you two enter, he closes the door behind him and for a minute, you two just stand there. He walks closer to you, his other hand tangling his fingers in yours. 

“We don’t have to do anything, you know?” He reassures, voice soft.

“I want to- I want you.” You’re straight with him because you don’t think your nerves would let you elaborate on just how much you do. How badly you crave his touch, how you needed him even when his lips were on yours, too much too little all at once.

“What do you want, pretty girl. Tell me, I’ll give you anything.” He pushes a fallen strand of hair behind your ear, soft fingers lightly touching your skin. 

“I don’t know- I’ve never…”

“Are you a virgin?” He doesn’t say it with any judgement behind his words, just genuine curiosity, and perhaps even a hint of protection.

“No! No, no… I mean, I’ve… done it before, it’s just- it wasn’t-”

Good, intimate, personal, enjoyable, or anything that would make you want to do it again. That’s the truth, but you don’t unload this onto him all at once, afraid he’ll run away at the wake of your inexperience. 

“That’s okay… we can take it slow.” He leans in to kiss you but you stop him with your words.

“I don’t want to take it slow.”

He smirks, and even in the dark you can make up the gesture. It makes you weak, much like his next words. “We can do it however you want to, baby.”

“You’re gonna have to- to teach me, though.”

“I can do that.” He kisses you at last, shutting you up, another sweet interruption as you’re about to say something else that slips your mind entirely the moment his lips are back on yours. There’s intention behind it this time, not necessarily a means to an end but anticipation, making you needier by the second. 

You walk forwards and he goes backwards, and soon enough, the back of his knees are touching the mattress lips disconnecting from yours as he sits on the bed, holding onto your hips as he looks up at your face. He can’t make up much of it, quickly reaching for the bedside table and turning on the single lamp that rests on top of the wooden surface. It illuminates the room in dim, yellow light. Your pretty face comes into view and he smiles.

“Better.”

“Wanna touch you,” you say, shaky fingers running down his face, touching his soft hair and taking in the way his eyes flutter at the gentle gesture. 

“You can touch me…”

“Wanna kiss you,” your fingers graze his pink lips, carefully, making them tingle at the touch. 

“You can kiss me, too…”

You nod, and it’s only when you get down on your knees that he gets what you truly mean. 

“Can I kiss you there,” your question is timid, eyes traveling down his body until they land on his crotch. You don’t see it but his cock twitches at the simple act.

“Only if you wanna,” he says, tilting your chin up to make you look at him, bringing his lips to yours in a soft kiss that takes your breath away. 

“I wanna,” you reaffirm, hands coming to rest on his thighs as you let your lips part, reluctantly. But you want to do other things to him. 

Your hands travel upwards, shaky fingers inching closer to where you can make up the outline of his dick, growing more prominent by the second. It fills you with pride, knowing that you did that to him, that the hiss that leaves his pretty lips when you finally touch him is a chain reaction to your actions. Granting pleasure is a new found pleasure for you, and you want to give, give, give, until you see him unfold for you. 

His hand comes to rest on top of yours, adding slight pressure as you palm his cock over his pants. When you look up at him, he nods, eyes closing for a second as you grip tighter and he grows harder at your touch. 

“Can I?” You look into his eyes as your fingers start to fumble with his button. He brings a hand down, helping you as you manage to undo it, his zipper following before his pants are coming off. 

He removes his shirt, too, the air feeling stuffy all of a sudden the more you touch him – the closer you get to where you’re clearly aiming for. He sits there, in only his boxers, chest heaving in anticipation as he waits for your next move, not wanting to scare you off, giving you the space to explore his body and take him in. 

“Can you take these off,” your fingers run over the hem of his boxers, the touch alone making him flinch. 

“Feeling a little vulnerable over here,” he half jokes, but freeing himself of the last remaining garment on his body nonetheless. 

You wanna joke back, but the thought leaves you the moment you see him. Standing in front of your kneeling form, hard cock against his toned stomach, long and thick and leaking precum, red at the tip and twitching as he closes a hand around it, seeking some relief. 

You sit on your knees, holding the back of his thighs as you look up at him, your eyes leading prayers for him to give you a sign – a little lost, but all too eager. He looks down at you, so pretty for him, eyes glassy and full of pleading, he’s sure he’d give you the world if you so asked for it. 

His hand angles his cock towards your lips, bringing it closer, eyes never leaving yours, though threatening to close the moment you lean in, planting a kiss against his tip. He bites his lip, pushing your bangs away from your face as you open your mouth for him, tongue out and traveling down his shaft, a little kitten lick that ends at the tip. 

He throws his head back in pleasure, a little moan leaving him.

“Tell me,” you demand in that soft voice. “Tell me what to do. Wanna make you feel good.”

“Open a bit wider, baby.” And when you do, he sheathes the head of his cock inside your warm mouth, hissing in pleasure as your tongue circles around the tip, teasing at the sensitive skin of his frenulum, how you’d done it just now. “Watch your teeth,” he caresses your jaw softly and you nod. 

“Suck on it.”

You wrap your lips around his cock, sucking as you take more of him in, revelling on the sounds he makes, the throaty moan that passes his pretty lips for a second before he’s drawing them back between his teeth, hissing at your warm mouth. 

You get carried away and soon enough he’s hitting the back of your throat, the muscle contracting around his tip as you gag around him. 

“Fuck,” he groans. “You okay?”

You let out a soft giggle. “Yeah. Did that feel good?”

“Y-yeah, but you don’t have to do it…”

“I liked it- you feel so big in my mouth.”

His hand rests at your head when you lean in yet again, tongue circling around his tip slowly, licking at his slit that leaks precum and tasting him before you start bobbing your head, looking into his eyes because he’s too pretty of a sight to miss, especially like this. 

“Shit, that feels so good,” his fingers tangle themselves in your hair, carefully undoing the bow that holds half of it up, letting it cascade down your shoulders and back, grabbing a fistful for himself as he gently guides your movements. He slowly pushes you further until you’re gagging around him again, a moan getting caught up in your throat that he feels vibrate all through his spine. “Fuck.”

He gently pulls you off of him, teary eyes looking into his, so pliant and perfect, all for him. Your tongue licks at his head once again, hand wrapping around his shaft, making him hiss. 

“No more,” he says, wrapping his hand around yours, letting you jerk him.

“Why?” Your doe eyes look up at him, and he finds it so fucking endearing how you look disappointed at his words.

“Don’t wanna cum yet.”

He helps you to your feet, making you sit on the bed and then sitting right beside you, the palm of his hands softly caressing your bruised knees. You smile at him, the sweet gesture confirming your early assumption – there is sweetness in all of his actions. 

As he kisses you, his fingers toy with the straps of your dress, letting them fall over your shoulders, thumb grazing the soft skin as his lips travel south, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck all the way to your shoulder. 

“Take this off, baby,” he pulls at the hem of your dress before his hand gets lost inside of it, parting your legs slightly until he’s running his knuckles down your clothed slit. You push your dress off your body, letting it fall to the floor as you kick it, making him laugh at your sudden eagerness. 

You lean back, hands fisting at the sheets behind you as your legs open for him, letting him touch you, pleasure you in ways no one has ever before. He kisses at your clavicles, sloppy and soft until he reaches your mouth again, lips reconnecting in a frantic kiss. You moan into it as he pushes your panties to the side, middle finger parting your lips and collecting your slick before finding your clit, running tight circles over it until you’re mewling. 

“Oh my God,” you cry into his mouth, eyes widening at the feeling. 

“Yeah? That feel good?” 

“Yes.” Your hand closes around his wrist, a silent plead for him to go faster – and he does, aiding your pleasure as he reads your body. “Jungkook, take my panties off.”

His fingers leave your clit, quickly pushing your soaked panties down your legs and throwing them somewhere on the floor. He leans into you, making you move further into the mattress as he kneels between your legs, opening them with his strong thighs before he’s pouncing forward and kissing you again. His fingers find your heat, running down your slit, thumb teasing your clit as his middle finger prods at your opening. 

“Wanna fuck you,” he says against your lips. “Gotta get you ready for me.”

His finger fucks into you, making you gasp, the feeling almost foreign but good – so fucking good it has you bucking your hips into his touch, begging for more. He adds a second digit, relishing in the way your snug walls suck his fingers in as he curls them inside of you. 

“Oh,” it’s a curious little sound, making him chuckle.

“Oh?”

“That feels so good,” you voice it like a question, rather than a statement.

“Yeah? Here?” He curls his fingers inside of you once again, hitting that spot immediately and not leaving it, making you close your legs around his hand as you moan. 

“Jungkook,” you cry out in pleasure.

“Gonna make you cum so hard, baby. But I want you to cum around my cock. Can you do that, pretty?”

“Y-yes.”

He removes his fingers from your tight cunt, slowly bringing them to your lips as you open up for him, tasting yourself for the first time. He kisses you, his tongue licking at yours as he says, “you taste so fucking sweet.”

“I need to feel you.” Your arms wrap around him, hands running over his muscular back and bringing him closer to you.

“You sure?” You nod at him, those pretty eyes finding his. “I’ll go slow, we can stop whenever you want to, okay?”

“Okay. But I don’t wanna go slow. I won’t break, I want you to fuck me.”

He grunts at your filthy little words, kissing you passionately as he angles his cock towards you entrance, hitting his tip against your clit a couple of times before running it down your slit, letting your juices soak him, getting you as wet as he can before he begins to push past your tight walls slowly. 

You whimper at the burn, the stretch evident but not less welcomed as you begin to feel hints of pleasure the closer he gets to bottoming out. 

“You’re doing so good, baby. You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs against the crook of your neck, hot breath tickling the skin as your fingers get lost inside his dark locks. 

He bottoms out, the curve of his cock finding that spot inside of you almost instantly and when you moan out in pleasure, he looks up at you, demanding you to open your eyes, to let him see what he’s doing to you. His hands rest on the mattress at either side of your face as he begins to fuck into you, slowly but with a force to his movements that has you seeing stars. 

“Jungkook,” you call out his name.

“Tell me,” he kisses your lips once, softly, making you lose your train of thought for a minute. 

“I’m so glad we’re- nngh, doing this.” Your words get lost in moans and throaty whimpers, the feeling overpowering your senses, but you need to let him know.

“Fuck- me too, you’re so perfect- you’re so,” he kisses you, afraid he’ll say too much if he lets himself get too carried away, an all too easy thing to do when you’re looking up at him like that and your pussy’s taking him in so well.

He fucks you faster, angling his hips perfectly as he brings your legs closer to your body, hand wrapping around the side of your neck as he kisses you, all-consuming you, not a corner of your body that isn’t ignited by his every touch. His cock fills you up perfectly, hitting that sweet spot inside of you, it’s foreign at first and you almost want to ask him to stop, but the more he thrusts inside of you, the more pleasure takes over. Your mind grows foggy, limbs weak, legs shaky and all you can focus on is the delicious stretch, his cock fucking so deep into you and the sweet sinful sounds that leave him. 

You feel the coil tightening at your lower stomach, pussy clenching fiercely around his cock, making him whine into your mouth. 

“I- wait,” you cry out, but when he stops, immediately searching for your eyes with his frantic ones, you wish he hadn’t.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t stop, please.” 

Your hands grope at his ass, pushing him into you, crying out in pleasure when he keeps fucking you, resuming the same obliterating pace and finding that spot almost immediately, re-igniting that feeling inside of you. The fluttering pressure overwhelming you, bringing tears to your eyes.

He feels it, the way your walls throb, massaging his cock as you clench tightly around him, legs shaking in his hold as he fucks into you. Your lips part in pure, unadulterated pleasure and your glassy eyes widen at the foreign bout of pleasure. 

“Fuck, baby- you’re cumming. Cum for me, ___.”

“Oh my God.” The feeling overwhelms you, taking over every inch of your body, not a single nerve untouched, as it spasms at the feeling. You cry out in pleasure, nails digging into his arms as he fucks you through your orgasm, his moans getting lost with yours as you bring him so fucking close he doesn’t know how much longer he can prolong it for.

“You’re gonna make me cum.” 

He pulls out, the both of you looking down at where your bodies were connected, eyes fixed on the way he jerks his cock, fast and sloppy until he’s letting out a throaty groan, your name passing his lips as he cums, cock heavy and pulsing as he spurts his warm seed all over your tummy. 

His fucked-out gaze follows your curious fingers as you let them touch the sticky mess he’s left on your skin, slowly bringing them to your mouth as you wrap your lips around them – tasting him. 

“God, fuck- don’t do that. I’m too weak to fuck you again.”

You giggle, tongue circling around your digits before you swallow, enjoying the taste, his taste. 

“I want you to, though.” It could be seductive, matter of fact, it is, but it’s also sincere – you mean it. 

“Give me like, twenty minutes.” He kisses you, slowly and gently, that sweetness to his actions that comforts you, makes you grow familiar with him by the second… has you falling into an abyss of feelings that you know could be dangerous. 

“It’s okay. We have time… right?”

Your words are laced with hope and they make his heart clench inside of his chest. He’s in bliss, at peace with the way your gentle fingers push his sweaty bangs away from his face, searching for his eyes, wanting to find that same hope – reassurance, perhaps. 

“Yes. We have all the time in the world.”

He seals the lie with a kiss, one so ardent that it distracts you, tunes out the world around you. And then another one – the one that makes you believe him. 

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wicked • 14

↳ Summary: In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince who’s heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trust…But are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader

↳ Genre: arranged marriage AU, enemies to lovers, it’s kind of a period AU??? Historical but also technically not? prince!AU, eventual smut

Word Count: 10k

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tags: oral (f receiving), breath play, lots of kissing >:)

Note: surprise shawtysss!!! I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I have! I cannot apologize enough for this incredibly late chapter but I hope a lil somthing makes up for it ;)

“How do you feel?” 

“Umm, nervous?” 

Wearing armor was….different then you had anticipated, first off it was heavy- which you knew logically it was, but you didn’t realize just how heavy it was. Jungkook had gotten it fit for you once you had started up training and only in the past week had you started wearing it to train in. 

Time, however, had run out. 

Meaning today was the day. 

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