Never Be Friends | Jjk

never be friends | jjk

⇥ pairing: best friend!jungkook x reader

⇥ genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, crack, suggestive

⇥ rating: 18+ bc of their convos<3

⇥ warnings: swearing, convos kind of suggestive, constant cute bickering, jk’s lip ring, bit of jealousy, kissing and making out💋 + confessions ig

⇥ wc: 3k

⇥ author’s notes: this is a repost!! it was my first drabble thingy, so it might not be super great, sorry!! better things to come but i still hope it’s okay😗

⇥ summary: A healthy mix of irritation and amusement leads to kissing and making out with your best friend. Everyone knows that.

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The crowd seems to tense more whenever you blink.

With each passing second, there’s another inebriated, blabbering individual who’s clinging onto Jungkook’s neck. How he’s not suffocating yet is beyond your understanding.

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never be friends | jjk

⇥ pairing: best friend!jungkook x reader

⇥ genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, crack, suggestive

⇥ rating: 18+ bc of their convos<3

⇥ warnings: swearing, convos kind of suggestive, constant cute bickering, jk’s lip ring, bit of jealousy, kissing and making out💋 + confessions ig

⇥ wc: 3k

⇥ author’s notes: this is a repost!! it was my first drabble thingy, so it might not be super great, sorry!! better things to come but i still hope it’s okay😗

⇥ summary: A healthy mix of irritation and amusement leads to kissing and making out with your best friend. Everyone knows that.

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The crowd seems to tense more whenever you blink.

With each passing second, there’s another inebriated, blabbering individual who’s clinging onto Jungkook’s neck. How he’s not suffocating yet is beyond your understanding.

Like vultures, they surround the couch you sit on, drinks in hands that they spill, cheeks warm. The craze in their eyes spins like a spiral. You think you hear sounds roaming the jungle this house has become. Wild growls, hisses and rustling of leaves.

Somewhere in the background, infiltrating your poor eardrums.

Alright.

It’s not his fault he’s popular around campus.

And maybe you’re exaggerating– maybe you’re just not used to the new torture that’s been plaguing your sick head for weeks. Always when you’re with Jungkook, though.

“What’s wrong?”

His arm coils its way back behind you, slinging around your shoulders. The ink-free hand squeezes your arm and you finally open your mouth to scold him like you’ve been wanting to all night.

“I thought you forgot I’m still here,” you say, arms folded in front of your chest.

“Why would I forget you?”

“You’ve been busy talking to college girls and jocks.”

“Why don’t you talk to college girls and jocks, too, then?”

The devious smirk doesn’t match the sweet glint in his eyes.

They’ve been a problem for a while now, those dark circles in the middle of his eyeball. Very cute and caring. Incredibly beguiling. Pied-piper-style, they sing you to his touch.

Also, it’s hard to avoid staring at the pink vibrancy of his lips.

“I’m here because you invited me?” You explain. You’re trying to push his touch on your arm to the back of your brain very hard.

“But?”

“But I feel like decoration next to you!”

He laughs at your vexation. There’s something about the frown that makes him fonder of you than he already is. Probably because that’s how your friendship started out. With a frown, a cute affront and a big, fat grin.

Things don’t change. And his unabashed, oblivious remarks seemingly do not change, either.

“You’re the prettiest deco,” Jungkook says. He smiles when you click your tongue. Then bursts into laughter when you roll your eyes. “I would put a hundred of you in my apartme– Hey!”

You shake off his arm and stand, pushing your ass off the couch with a sigh. The party gets louder, like the sounds were muffled on the soft cushions where you resided so far.

Bored out of your mind, of course.

Eyes flitting through the busy room, you stomp to the exit. You know a man on two wobbly legs is following you, even if you can’t hear his steps through the blasting of the music.

The hallway is worse, a lot more claustrophobia-inducing, but the staircase is not. Surprisingly, most of the campus is gathered on the ground floor, and you are already internally praying for Hobi’s future.

May all the vases in his house stay intact as well as his bones once his roommates return.

“Where’re you goin’?” The voice behind you asks, stretching each word.

“For a walk.”

“In Hoseok’s house?”

“Did you know that,” you start speaking. You stop to scour the wall for the light switch, blinking rapidly when light floods the hallway. “I’ve never really taken in much of his place?”

“Now’s the time for it then?”

You nod. You don’t ever look at him. He’s right beside you, hands tugged in the pockets of his black cargo pants. Flipping his hair aside, he lets his eyebrows breathe. You remember when he still had his curved barbell pierced around his right eyebrow.

You’d say you miss it, but the ring decorating his plush lower lip distracts you thoroughly, all the time.

“Why are you being jealous?” He then asks out of the blue.

Pausing your steps, you turn your head toward him. Eyes wide, you let your mouth drop open, questioning his audacity with your tongue poking the corner of your lips.

“What would I be jealous of?”

“Not what, but who.”

“Who would I be jealous of?” You repeat. A broken record, but the other times, the question was in your head.

You’re comical, Jungkook thinks. And so fucking cute.

“Well, you tell me. It’s not me who’s envious about others sucking my d–” he sing songs, but you interrupt with an annoyed Shhh.

His eyebrow is cocked, and he seems to know something that… Well, you know, too.

“Dude, you can’t just–”

You plant your fists on your hips and tilt your head. Lips pressed together tight, you blink at him. He doesn’t answer right away, but when he does, he sounds amused, and you hate to admit that his constant joy and teasing are kind of… sexy.

“What?”

He takes a tiny step forward, lightly slapping one of your fists off your hips.

“Listen… bro.”

You say it casually but his eyes light up with a newfound irritation. ‘Course – boys don’t like that term, even if it comes from their super platonic, super non-crush-best friend. Poor ego.

“I’m not playing your sick games,” you finish.

“Hey, hey, hey!” He exclaims, wiggling a warning finger as if it could affect you anyhow. “Call me bro one more time.”

“Or what?”

His eyes squint and a hum vibrates across his chest. Seemingly lost in thought, you think he’ll threaten you with a stupid, harmless bet like he used to in high school.

No calling me stupid until the end of the school day. You owe me five bucks every day for the rest of the week if you lose.

But instead–

“I’ll tell everyone you have a crush on me and want to suck my d–”

“No!” You barge in again, reaching for his wrist. “That’s how rumors are made!”

Of course, he doesn’t stop there, though.

“Okay. But. Is it a rumor?”

Wow. Okay, not cool.

It’s not like you avoided him for weeks just to free yourself from these emotions. Only accepting his invitation to tonight’s house party because he asked so nicely. No, not at all.

You gnaw on your lips hard, almost bloody and he has the goddamn audacity to look down at them. His eyes aren’t so innocent anymore. The little focused pout he sports when you study at the library isn’t there anymore.

What remains behind his gaze is a snarling jungle animal, infected by the crowd downstairs, yearning for your taste. Never wanting to be friends again. Or so you think. Hope.

“What d’you want me to say?” You mumble. Your words are kinda inaudible, but Jungkook hears them.

“I wanna know why you’ve been acting so weird lately.” Ah shit. The question you feared the most. “Do you realize how long it’s been since I saw you last time?”

Yeah. You remember. In fact, you think you could calculate the minutes and seconds you spent apart.

“Uh…”

“Exactly twelve days. Any explanation as to why you’d avoid me like that?”

Hello? Where’s common decency?

Because shaking up your heart this hard, like it’s a tambourine, does not seem decent to you. Very unsolicited. The butterflies are annoying.

Twelve days without the urge to kiss him. Or at least, without making it your main priority and your most vivid thought.

And what started the turbulent storm of feelings after all these years of silent, harmless pining?

One sentence when you went out for lunch.

”I feel like I’m annoying you more than usual,” he said. You were using a very specific way to eat your meal today. A little desperate.

“No, it’s not you,” you promised him. “I’m just tired. Fuck studies.”

“Fuck studies for real.” He watched you fill your mouth with a generous bite of your food, looking at the way your cheek bulged at the action. “When’s the last time you cuddled with someone? Or had sex?”

You nearly spat out your food, choking a little. As you caught yourself, eyes teary, you shook your head, and at some point, you could finally speak again.

“What the fuck kinda question is that, Jeon?”

Not that you weren’t open with your best friend. But such a crude inquiry should’ve come with a warning.

“I just think it’d do you some good.”

“Can’t believe you,” you told him in shock, even though the quiet giggle in your words betrayed you. “Find me someone then.”

“Bet.”

He shrugged his shoulders, back to the regularly scheduled programming as he dug into his lunch. Casually, he said something else, and you remember the way your eyes almost popped out of their shelters.

“If we weren’t the way we are, I’d just get you home and wrap you in a blanket. Sex or not… Either way, I think I know how to make you feel good again.”

There was filth in his confession. But most of all, there was comfort in it, too. It wrapped its hand around your throat and heart, hasn’t let go since.

The possibility to feel that with your best friend. The man you’ve built internal domestic, coarse, sweet scenarios with. It won’t let your heartbeat relax.

“I was busy,” you finally answer, snapping out of your trance.

“Lies,” he immediately retorts. “It’s even been ages since you slept over at my place.”

Haunting, those memories, even if they happened just a month ago.

Whenever you spend the night at his, he lets you occupy his bed. He pulls out a mattress or, on lazier days, stretches out on the living room couch. But he never ignores your comfort. So you feel ungrateful when you answer him, even though it makes him laugh nevertheless.

“You get up way too early. I can’t sleep in when you wake up the moment a single bird chirps outside.”

“What an unfair excuse!” He defends, but he laughs it off still. “You’re always the most productive on those days.”

“Let’s not talk about how often I collapse back on the mattress then.”

The back and forth of your taunts is standard between you. Only this time, he seems a little more endeared by you.

“You’re so adorable when you do that, I gotta say,” he coos, out for your own heart.

“Can you not!”

You press at his chest and you think he stiffens it for a second. You feel his heartbeat and the nipples under his shirt– very contrasting feelings course through your veins.

“Okay, okay. Listen…” Jungkook’s soft hand grazes your knuckles. Your eyebrows furrow deep at your favorite comfort touch. “Would you believe me if I told you I kinda missed you?”

You would. Because you did, too.

“Why? You seemed like you had a lot to do. As much as tonight,” you still remark.

“Girl, how? I had my arm around your shoulder like, eighty percent of the time. Know why?”

You lift one shoulder and let it drop fast. He waits.

Then, you shake your head, intimidated by a stare that really shouldn’t faze you anymore. He’s been your friend for far too long now to cave into his mocking antics. And yes, you’re sure it will be just another mock.

At least that’s what you think. But instead he brings his fingers to your face, and you side-eye his tattoos as he pinches your cheek.

“Because my focus is always on you.”

Air knocked out of your lungs, you keep playing dumb. This moment might not come again. Or maybe… Maybe you think. It could lead to what you’ve been awaiting half your life.

“Why?” You prod, curious and playfully stupid.

“You know why. Don’t make me spell it out because… I made it clear at our last lunch date.”

Date?

“Did you?” You ask.

“Come on. I knew you didn’t get it, it’s why I invited you tonight. It’s not my fault people were distracting me.”

You huff out a breath, your face disguising your anticipation in ridiculing grimaces. “Just say it again then. Why am I here tonight?”

“Because… You know, I mean it. Because I missed you. You were gone too long and I had those crazy withdrawal symptoms and all, y’know?”

When you laugh this time, it’s genuine, and the jocular heaviness of the situation falls by a fraction. “Did you now?”

“I really did, okay?” He argues, his voice louder. “I wanted you here tonight ‘cuz I wanted to tell you something. But know what?” He shrugs. “I think I’ve changed my mind.”

“Huh?” Hope shatters when he finishes his sentence. And inside you, the urge to finish him multiplies. “That’s unfair! Say it.”

“Or what?”

You attempt to move away, a tactic of yours to make him give in without begging for an answer. Wriggling out of his steadfast grip, you step sideways, but he pulls you back and his body closer to yours.

You hold your breath in, lips parted. Surprise takes over your face. His eyes scan and analyze your frozen stance.

“I’d like to show you instead of telling you. Is that okay?” He asks.

Is it really okay? The closeness? What he’s saying? Or that his focus always lingers on you?

You gulp.

You flatten your palm against his pecs. They’re hard and easy to feel, even over his white, plain shirt. He leans in and glances down at your lips. Slowly repeats his question nonchalantly but temptingly. “And this? Okay too?”

Quiet and mesmerized, you let your nervous breathing talk when your tongue can’t. You notice you’re still scowling when he moves forward and you backward. Right against the cold wall of the hallway…

“You look like you want to kill me,” he jokes.

“I feel like you’re out for that.”

“C’mon party pooper. Your anger is dulling my mood.” You roll your eyes, mhm-ing and bringing your eyebrows back to kiss. He chuckles again. “I’m kidding. I think you could punch me in the balls and I’d still want you.”

Huh?

Uh.

What the hell did he just say?

Your confusion-riddled expression gives away your emotions before you can stutter your question. It seems that he’s just waiting for you to spit it out, his fingers around your arm relaxed but holding you in place.

“You… What now?”

“Don’t be like that,” Jungkook reprimands. “Don’t let me irritate you all the time.”

“I’m not irritated by you, it’s just…”

You’re scrambling for words at this point. No matter what you say, your true emotions and intentions have already been revealed to him. No point in denying more than you need to.

“What, buttercup?” He whispers.

Ughhhhhh.

“Just… Sick of this whole BFF bull,” you admit.

“Ah. Okay. So?”

“Jeon Jungkook.” You sigh, digging your hands into his shirt and crumpling up the cotton fabric. “Can you please just kiss me?”

That’s it, you think. Permitting him to do just that must have been the last bit for him to break. “Goddamn,” he only mumbles.

He bites his lip, and the joy brings some of the sparkle back into his eyes. The distance closed, his mouth collides with yours. He smells like cologne and soap, tastes like cherry and flowers.

You don’t exactly know what flowers taste like, but you imagine that’s how a gorgeous, colorful bouquet would melt on your tongue if you ever tried.

Because, what the hell.

Your befuddled brain turns into a cloud when he opens your mouth in the middle of the kiss. He inhales a deep breath and sighs into you warm. His hand plants against your cheek and pushes your face up, heads tilting as he breaks through the seam of your lips.

His tongue is hot and thirsty when it meets yours. The tip of it tries you out, careful at first before he dives back into the seething make out session in this hallway at this stupid party.

The lip ring touches you cold until your saliva warms the steel… Your blood is fizzling.

A stifled moan breaks against you. His voice is deeper than ever before, different from the soft lullaby-like tunes he usually speaks in. The heat of the moment steams your lungs and then slowly moves down to your stomach.

That’s where your heart is pounding, twirling and bursting right now.

His entire body pushes against you, crotch firm and bulged against you. More prominent when he pushes one of his legs between your thighs. Uh-oh.

When he’s done, he’s still holding your face. His lips, stagnant breathing falling out of his mouth, skim the skin of your face. Along your cheekbone, to your earlobe, a light peck to your neck.

Then, he suddenly chuckles, and as if with a snap, the lights in your brain turn on again. You’re still panting and a bit disoriented. Super delighted when he lifts his face and flashes the prettiest lopsided smile you’ve ever seen.

“Fucking finally,” he whispers.

“That was…”

“Did you like it?”

“I… Did I like it?” You tug at the hem of his shirt, possibly stretching out and ruining the material. He sucks in a breath when your fingers dig deeper, traversing the barriere that his clothes are, and brush his back. “Can you please do it again?”

His lips are still wet from the making out when he leans back. They look so pretty like that, rosy and sweet, smiling just for you. But his utterances…

“What do I get for that?”

However, you’re one step ahead this time.

“Anything you want,” you let him know. Your voice is confident and hushed.

“Oh-ho-ho,” he smirks, chuckles, then clicks his tongue. “Anything I want is a dangerous offer, babygirl, it might just backfi–”

“Stop being annoying before I go back to calling you bro.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Try me.”

“That’s… that’s kinda hot.”

Those little confessions, if his kiss didn’t already, might be delivering the biggest proof for what’s happened just now. The friendship you cherished is over. Time to indulge in other better things.

Jungkook tangles his fingers with yours, and then says…

“Let’s go back. Gotta say bye to everyone and leave… and I promise I’ll let you sleep in this time.”

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blackout | jjk

⇥ pairing: roommate!jungkook x reader

⇥ genre: best friends to lovers, roommate and college au, fluff, crack, smut

⇥ rating: 18+

⇥ warnings: swearing, he’s just a bit of a fuckboy, bickering, swooning over/thirsting for jk (🤷‍♀️), a manually induced fake blackout? dunno those 2 are odd k, they play uno, a lot of spending time in the darkness, kook has no chill, teasing, consent, dirty talk, fingering, cmnf for a while, sexual tension, oral (both receiving), shower sex, choking, hair pulling, reader cries a bit, jk likes to praise, dry humping?, pussy and tits slapping rip (and some ass ig), making out🙄, manhandling, jk loves her tits and ass and plays with them (a lot), he’s sweet but cocky too, protected sex, dom + big dick kook

⇥ wc: 14.3k

⇥ author’snotes: this is a repost from my old blog!! i may repent for my sins. also i do not know why this is so long, i thought it would be 10k rip please i apologize. anyways, i really hope you like it!! i’m very stoked to find out what you think😶‍🌫️

⇥ summary: Utility bills shooting up like this should be an international crime. Luckily, Jungkook has the perfect idea(s) to save up money and make your night sinfully unforgettable.

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The hardness of the bench is tiring out your ass.

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