The Amount Of Ff I Wanna Read!!

The amount of ff I wanna read!!

what do we call this line bc my brain is fried atm

Is it bad that I kinda agree with him? 😅

way harsh, tai.

Luna. Honey. Thank you.

Ddak-ji SLAP

Jungkook, Seokjin, and you decide to play a game…and then you fu-

Procrastinating on writing by...writing filth, actual trash, garbage, because I’m horny and annoyed, the worst combination lmao. Dedicated to all my fellow struggling writers :')

Warning: smut, rough sex, PWP, just a bunch of randomness because I’m annoyed that omnicron is a cockblocking bitch :D, breaking all the grammar rules, SLAPPING, spanking, hair pulling, degradation, sadist!Jungkook x brat!reader x brat tamer!Seokjin, switchy!jin, switchy!reader, switchy!jk, big dick!jin because obviously, jin with a choking kink because obviously, jk calls you a slut but like in the most loving way possible, overstimulation, double penetration

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“Aish.” Seokjin winces as a montage of Gong Yoo and Lee Jungjae plays loudly on Jungkook’s Android.

Slap Slap Slap.

Gong Yoo wins another game of Ddak-ji.

Slap. You, Jungkook and Seokjin flinch.

The maknae rewatches the popular series, bored. Hotel rooms are boring. You and Jungkook have decided to bother the eldest tonight as entertainment.

The youngest member to your right, the oldest to your left. You lie your head on Jungkook’s shoulder, watching the game curiously. “You wouldn’t have to pay me to play that game,” you laugh, covering your face.

Seokjin asks you a very dry, “...what...”

You and Jungkook fall back on each other in laughter. “Oh so that’s what you like?”

“I’m pretty sure she’s said that before, Hyung.”

“Where? When? Show me proof.” Seokjin is insistent. Jungkook giggles. You are wheezing.

“Well, it’s not like I have it written down.”

“Why don’t you go do that?”

“Okay, fine. I’m doing it right now. You’ve played that game before, right? Ddak-ji?”

“On Hobi’s back.” The youngest remembers. You remember that too. It was hot. Hoseok is usually the one doling out punishments. Sometimes, you wish he'd punish you, but that’s for another day.

“I like being choked,” Seokjin confesses.

I guess this is what we’re doing tonight…that's one way to alleviate your boredom.

“Everyone already knows that,” you say laughing. Seokjin looks funny when he’s annoyed, and he looks sexy when he’s mad.

“She likes that too,” Jungkook says, smirking. His tongue plays with his lip ring. You want to pull on it with your teeth-

Whoa whoa, reign in it there, woman. Too aggressive! But...imagine. His lip pulled down, bottom teeth peaking above, with that smile, and his soft voice whining for you. Your hands play with the end of his unruly hair, pulling.

“Ow!”

“Sorry.”

“You’re not sorry.”

“Nah.”

“Can you two get a room and get out of mine.”

You pout. “Are you really mad?” Your eyes meet Jin's and stays.

“No, I’m just kidding.” Soft words and soft eyes; his fingers trace your jaw.

You punch Jin in the shoulder. Violence is not the answer, but jumping in his lap would have gotten you in trouble. His mouth opens, eyes cast with betrayal, grunting from the hit. It didn’t hurt, not really. Seokjin is a good actor.

And then you all laugh. It’s funny, it’s not really what’s said, but the looks you give each other that makes you giggle uncontrollably. Being around them...it’s comfortable...Jungkook...fun...Seokjin.

Stretching your limbs, you groan. Jungkook drapes his arm over you casually. Seokjin watches you both, glaring. “Let’s play then. Sit on Daddy’s lap.”

You gag. Why did he have to say it like that? The pair burst into laughter, and you laugh along, their hysterics are too infectious.

“You want to slap me?” Your lips curl into a half smile, intrigued.

“Yeah,” Seokjin shrugs. “I’ll let you slap me back.”

You stare at him.

He stares at you.

You bite your bottom lip. Seokjin eyes travel down.

Jungkook sits, gnawing on his own lip, fingers fidgeting, head cocked to the side waiting for your answer.

You press your finger to your chin. “I don’t think that’s a good-”

“You just said-”

“Okay fine!” You slap Seokjin hard.

“OOH!” Jungkook yells and winces in sympathy for his friend. You jump back, falling into Jungkook’s hard frame, covering your cheeks, partly in shock because you didn’t mean to hit Jin so hard, and partly in self preservation.

Seokjin head whips back around, hand covering the spot you slapped.

Your body shakes in laughter as you stutter out a weak sorry. You can’t help it, Seokjin’s bulging eyes look so comical, his mouth hanging open. Jungkook holds your shoulders, hiding behind you, too stunned to speak.

Jin's face falls, hand pulling away, two fingers telling you to come here.

Jungkook pushes your shoulders closer to his Hyung. Your laughter turns to squeals. “Wait wait wait, what are you doing? What are you doing?! This isn’t fair! It’s two against one! I’m just a weak fragile little wom-” The pair groan at you and Jungkook lets go of your shoulders. You take the opportunity to put the maknae in a headlock. “Yah! You traitorous little-WAIT-” Seokjin joins the tussle, wraps his large hand around your throat, pulling you to him.

Your eyes glaze over, mouth opening prepared for when you will inevitably be able to breathe again.

“See, told you she likes it,” Jungkook coughs, pulling out of your grasp when your arms loosen in compliance.

Seokjin sighs again, body heated from your scuffle. His bottom lip pulled into his mouth. He really does look sexy when he’s mad.

“What are you trying to say?”

He lets his grip go, and you inhale quickly, spluttering.

“I said you look really sexy when you're mad.”

“Shut up and let me slap you.”

You pout, heat growing inside. Wetness warm between your thighs. When did that start? When did you become so turned on? And needy for Jin’s attention?

“Fine.”

Seokjin’s hand pulls back. “Wait! Can Jungkook choke me while you do it?”

“Noona!?”

“What?!”

Seokjin tries not to laugh. He fails. “Fuck! Why are you like this?”

You cross your arms. “Both of you have pain kinks.”

“I don’t!” Jungkook protests.

“What are those?” You poke his tattooed arm.

“That’s different, obviously.”

You roll your eyes. Seokjin rolls his eyes.

“What! When I’m with someone I like being the one to, you know…”

“Oh, good, now choke me.”

Jungkook tries not to smile, tattooed hand massaging the back of his neck, his knee shaking, ready, he just needs that extra push.

You can push :)

A gentle push; you wink at Jin before twisting your body around, jumping in his lap, straddling the maknae, Jungkook inhales, your sweet alluring scent surrounding him. A not so gentle pull-

Pulling on his hair to move his face how you like; his neck outstretched peering up at you hungrily. Thumb sliding over his cheek, his button lip, his cute mole. He exhales a soft whine.

You bring your lips closer, closer, closer...

And pull away, swinging your leg off of him with a smirk.

Your eyes lock with Seokjin’s dark gaze, eyes scolding you for your teasing.

You’re about to say something that would really get Seokjin riled up, but your breath is taken away. Jungkook’s tattooed hand reaches around your neck, pulling you back to him and Jin leans away, waiting, watching. You’ve become the entertainment for tonight and these men are excellent at putting on a show.

Now it’s Jungkook whose attention ignites your nerve endings. His grip was stronger, much stronger, it scared you and made you hot all over. His tongue licks the outside of your ear, hot breath tickling you, making goosebumps bloom all over your body as he takes the opportunity to smell the scent of your shampoo.

“You like making us mad,” Seokjin teases.

You lift your head up slowly, Jungkook’s grip on you making movement difficult, and then downward, nodding, a dangerous glint in your eyes, smirking despite your helpless situation.

Seokjin looks over your shoulder, to the maknae. “What do you think?”

Jungkook grips loosens so you can take a breath of air, hand still around your neck, other hand placed firmly in your hair yanking your head back, similar to what you did to him, and he outstretches his arms, pushing your body closer to his Hyung. Seokjin moves closer to you, lips softly kissing the opposite ear. He gives Jungkook a knowing look, whispering your dirty little secrets...

“You’re always teasing us.” Because it’s fun.

“What is it that you want from us, hm?” Isn’t it obvious?

“You like making us mad,” Mostly you, it’s so easy.

“Because you want us to punish you, is that it?”

That’s it.

You stifle a moan. His mouth moves along your jaw, tasting your skin, until he reaches your mouth, kissing you heatedly, tongue pushing past your lips, hard and dominating. Pulling away, his hand softly cups your cheek, rubbing and caressing the side of your face…

You know what’s going to happen. You’re prepared for it.

Jungkook squeezes the sides of your neck until you gasp.

Seokjin watches you so docile and pliable in his friend’s arms.

Time stretches.

He looks so handsome when he concentrates, and you’re the subject of his affection, it feels nice, warm, hot, fire-

Slap!

Your face stings instantly, head thrown to the side from the force, a soft cry escapes. Your cheek pulses and so does your pussy. Your arms reach behind you, gripping Jungkook’s thighs as your back arches.

Jungkook hisses at your response, his dick growing in his joggers at the scene unfolding, he always knew you were a painslut.

Jungkook can’t contain himself. Slams his lips against yours, bending your body back. Rough touches, yanking and pulling, reveling in your shudders and cries.

Strong hands find themselves under your clothes, inside your shirt, inside your pants, pressing in your sex, so wet, slipping inside easily, two thick knuckles.

Jungkook pulls at your nipples, pinching and rolling the nubs. Seokjin steadily pumps his fingers inside, in and out of your tight hole.

“Slap her again, Hyung.”

You cry out from the sudden impact, followed by a shameless moan. It stung harder than the first and the pain pulses down into your core.

“I thought we were supposed to take turns?” Gasping words, a rhetorical question, though you did like seeing Jin’s face flushed red.

“You want me to stop?” Fingers press deeper then shallowly thrust inside, teasing.

“No...no...more.”

Tight grip, inked digits collared around your neck. Hard muscles pressed against your soft body like some sexy hot Kim-Jeon sandwich and you’re already becoming addicted, suffocating kisses and bruised skin, more, more.

Clothes are removed on a heap on the floor, four hands maneuver your body, the game moves to Seokjin’s bed, and since it’s his bed, it’s his rules. And he wants you to...

Take off your bra and give him your panties. Good girl.

Sit your dripping cunt on his lap.

Open your thighs wider.

Stroke his cock harder.

That’s it, that’s it. Choke him.

You feel his Adam’s apple against your palm, it’s so big. Like his massive dick. You bite your lip, distracted, is there a big Adam’s apple-big dick correlation?

“Jungkook?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Come here.”

“Not yet, baby.”

Ugh. You’re tempted to ask again just to hear his sexy voice call you baby. Jungkook waits, he knows once he gets the chance at your body, you’ll be too fucked out to take anyone else.

Seokjin grips the back of your neck pulling your attention down. “I’m right here and you want Jungkook too? Such a greedy brat.”

You pout, “It was for research purposes only.” You kiss his jaw, guiding his head with your thumb and pointer, grinding in his lap.

“I don’t think...I want to know,” he groans.

“It doesn’t matter.” Light kisses down his neck and soft caresses as an apology, a good grip around his wrists as you hold his hands above his head and thighs pressing into his hips as a preview of what’s to come.

“You look so fucking sexy, Jin.”

“I know.”

You repress the urge to roll your eyes, grinding down onto his lap instead. Jin’s head rolls back, softly sighing in pleasure. You lift your hips, let his hard cock stand fully, rubbing your wet folds over his length teasingly, leaning your body weight to hold his arms down, enjoying the dominance over him a little.

Until he lifts his hips, pressing into you and stretching you over his thickness. “Fuck, you’re so big.”

He smirks. “Yeah, you’re gonna take it all, right?”

Slowly, you slide down his long cock.

“Good girl, fuck yourself on my cock.”

He’s so hard and you’re so full.

“Love it when you moan like that,” he groans, commanding “Louder.”

You move your body up and down, up and down, filling yourself over and over.

Your thighs and pussy ache, but it’s all worth it to watch Seokjin fall apart underneath you. “Feels so good…” Your hips meet over and over, loud smacks filling the room.

SLAP!

“OW?!”

“What?” Your hands press into his hard chest, your body bouncing faster on him. “It was your turn.”

Your left hand moves higher, pressing down on his neck. Just what Seokjin likes.

Seokjin rolls his hips up, feverishly meeting yours. Deep, sharp thrusts that make you whimper his name, thighs and body burning until you can’t keep up with his pace any longer, falling back as he lifts his torso up, his hand reaches for your hand around his neck, fingers encasing your wrist as he smoothly switches positions, in one movement, gyrating bodies in choreography, cold sheets against your sweaty back, Jin fucking you, your body following his lead, your head over the end of the bed. You notice an inverted Jungkook, tattooed hand in his pants, hidden from view, dark eyes glazed over as he watches his friend pound you into the sheets.

(Both men notice your distraction.)

Using the last bit of strength you have left, you hold your head up. Slap. Pain and pleasure stimulates your nerve endings. Jin's hand grip your jaw, pulling your face back straight.

Slap.

His dick drags against your walls, feels so good you can’t concentrate on anything else.

Slap Slap Slap. “Fuck!”

You let go of his neck and cover your stinging cheek, eyes watering from the pain.

His large hand splayed in between your breasts, bending your body back so you have full view of your distraction.

Upside down Jungkook smirks as Seokjin thrusts into you harder, inching your body off the edge while you near your own peak. Your thighs gripping his waist and his hand around your neck keep your body from falling off the bed, and everything about the way he’s roughly fucking into you is driving you insane and you don’t want him to stop, but you need to breathe, maybe just a bit longer, your lungs burn, but you body burns for Seokjin even more.

“Hyung!”

A sharp inhale, you gasp until you find your voice again, moaning. Seokjin hand reaches under your head, turning your body to the side so you are no longer teetering off the end, rolling his hips in deep. The new angle brings you even closer to release.

“Fuck, Jin do that again.” You beg him for more, wrapping your legs around his torso, nails digging into his ass. He rolls his hips, dick pressing up into your sweet spot, grunting heavy, the swell of his cock building an intense pressure inside of you, “I-I’m close.”

“Me too.” He groans, your walls tight around his length, loving the way you claw at him, whimper for him, crying out his name, lips kissing any part of him you can reach.

And finally, you pulse around his length, limbs tight and stiff around him while you orgasm.

Your tightness sends Jin over, thrusting in hard and fast, strong short strokes that leave your body boneless, back arching and legs shaking in overstimulation, his hips stuttering against yours. Pulling out, he paints your thighs with white streaks.

He falls next to you, lying against your shoulder, pulling you into a heated kiss. You sigh into his mouth, fingers tangled in his hair.

Slap.

You flinch, hips bucking up from Seokjin’s slap directly on your clit, your nails digging into his scalp. Two fingers push inside, slipping in easily, pumping in and out, fast and deep, your thighs clench around his arm, trapping his hand to you.

“Y/n, let me play.” Seokjin warns, and you feel the bed dip, another set of hands prying your legs apart, thumb pressing into your clit.

“Thanks.”

Seokjin grabs your wrists easily in one hand.

“F-fuck.”

Hands pinned, thighs pinned.

“You’re welcome.”

Thumb running harsh swipes into your clit.

“I c-can’t.”

Trembling in pleasure, everything feels light, grounded by the men taking your body higher and higher.

“Yes you can, because I’m going to fuck you after this.”

Your cunt throbs, so sensitive, you can feel every swipe, every poke, every finger inside you stretching you out until you can no longer hold back. Your orgasm is one silent scream, drawn out, limbs fighting against theirs until you submit and come.

Your chest rises and falls, Seokjin’s fingers pull out your pulsing walls, replaced by Jungkook’s cock. Pushed inside, filling you full, fitting inside you perfectly, connecting your bodies seamlessly.

Your mouth opens, gasping at how good he feels even in your soreness. Feels right, and complete, and hot. So fucking hot.

He pulls out completely and pushes back in, savouring the way you stretch around his cock. He waited patiently, and now he's going to ruin you, use all your holes until you’re filled full. You moan a jumble of words, tears falling down your face, overwhelmed by pleasure.

“Fuck, so wet. Baby, Jin fucked you good, didn’t he? Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good too.”

You don't worry, you don't think, you just feel. You feel his length slippery and warm and so hard, gliding into your sensitive walls again.

Jungkook rolls his hips, slamming into you with each thrust. He knows what you like, what makes your toes curl, what makes you sob with pleasure. Lifting one leg, spreading you open, rolling his hips into you hard, skin rubbing over your hood, stimulating you from inside and out. “Look at you, you’re going to come again, aren’t you, slut?”

You nod. “My slut.” You nod again. His fingers press into your mouth, wetting his digits in your tongue. “You’re going to let me use your body, right? Because you’re mine. You'll take everything I give you.” You whimper as he swipes a wet finger over your chest, pinches your nipple, picking up his pace, shaking your body with each quick thrust, fingers pulling on your sensitive buds until they throb. You whine and cry out and tighten around his cock.

“Needy little slut, don’t fucking move.” He groans, “Stay. Just. Like. That.” Punctuating each syllable with a bruising thrust, strong hands massaging, tugging, pulling; your body buzzes from his attention. Hips knocking into yours so hard and fast, the intensity winds you up until you feel that familiar snap, eyes shut tight, all senses lost except the visceral touch of his skin caressing your skin, hot and sticky.

“I'm getting hard again.” Jin's words bring you back down to earth.

Jungkook chuckles, not done, pulling out before he comes. Flipping your buzzing body over, lips kissing the heated skin of your back, and down, teeth nipping into your curves, fingers running along your dripping center and around your hole. He presses a finger inside both openings, deep, you feel impossibly full. Your tired body slumps into the covers, moaning for Jungkook as he rocks his hand into you. He pulls away before you lose yourself to the building pleasure again, spanking your ass. “Up, get on Jin's lap.”

“Yeah, sit on Daddy's lap.”

You groan, pulling your wobbly body up. “You're ruining it, Daddy.”

Jin smirks, “Come here, Brat.”

You crawl your aching limbs over to Jin, settling into his lap, pressing a soft kiss to his round lips. “You're so annoying.”

“But you love me.” He looks up at you. Eyes shining, so sweet, eyebrow tilted, tiny smile on his angelic face despite his downright devilish demeanor.

“Do I?” You glance over at the youngest, who runs a hand through his hair. Seokjin nods, blinking, ears tinged red. You kiss him again.

“You're right,” bringing his hand to your lips, using his pointer to shush yourself, nodding to the side, “Don't let him find out,” teasing the youngest.

Jungkook scoffs, “You really like to play, well let's play a new game,” moving behind you, tight grip in your hair, pressing your body down onto Seokjin, your head shoved against his wide chest. “Let's see whose name you moan first?”

“Kookie, that's a great idea,” Jin aligns his cock into your center, bringing you down over his length, you shudder, holding in your moan.

You can feel Jungkook behind you, hard dick pressing against your other hole. “W-Wait.”

Seokjin kisses the top of your head, arms wrapping around you, holding you tightly. Holding you down. Keeping you down. Keeping you still. Rolling his hips up to distract you.

Jungkook groans, sinking into you tightness slowly, admiring your body taking him so well as his length disappears inside, “F-Fuck.”

Jin fucks into you steadily, arms snug around your body while you adjust to the new sensation.

You shudder, breathing hard, heartrate escalating as Jungkook pulls his cock away, your hole tight around his length, his next thrust stealing your breath away. “J-” you clamp your mouth shut before you finish.

“She was going to say my name,” Jin grunts, thrusting in faster.

“Who's name starts with a J?” Jungkook argues, moving slowly. The differing speeds makes concentrating on just one sensation impossible, your body throbbing from head to toe.

“She never uses ‘Seokjin’, she was about to say Jin.” You listen silently, stomach tightening at the way they talk like you aren't currently speared on both their dicks.

“Is that true, baby? Were you going to call out for Jin? What about now?” Jungkook slams his hips down, making you cry out, jaw slack, drooling against Jin's chest. “Can't talk now? Is my baby too full of cock to think?”

Jin grunts, gripping onto your hips instead, fingers digging into you sides. You whine and cry and keep your mouth defiantly shut, wanting to see just how competitive Jungkook will get, a new wave of arousal hitting you at how they fight over you.

“Feels s-so good.” You stutter from their stilted paces. Jin's so thick and hard against your sensitive walls, and Jungkook is so brutal, using your body as his, chasing his own pleasure, making you a sloppy mess, core wet and aching, past pleasure and pain.

Jin comes first, moaning your name. Jungkook drags you off his cock, letting you lay on soft sheets while he pounds into you at a brutal pace, his hard body lying over yours, fingers reaching around you to stroke your sensitive walls.

He gathers Jin's cum and uses it to rub over your swollen clit until you're shaking. You pussy pulses around nothing. You've never come like this before, you don't think you can. But Jungkook knows your body even better than you think, thrumming your chords of pleasure until they sing for him, a single weak note, cried out for only him. And then he fills you full.

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“I won.”

Jin holds you loosely, snoring against your back.

“And what makes you think that?” Jungkook looks into your eyes, cuddled against your front.

“My name was the only one who was called, Jin said it.”

Jungkook laughs, “That wasn't part of the game.”

“Fine, want to play another game?”

“Go to sleep!”

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I wanted to post HOAL this weekend ;__; I guess this is better than nothing. Or maybe I should have posted nothing, you tell me lol. <3

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The Fantasy | JJK

You and your boyfriend try out a new form of role play, but it just keeps going wrong…

You realized how underappreciated you’ve become in your long term relationship and you can’t take it anymore, you want romance, you want excitement, you want to be wanted! So what happens? You find the courage to find someone better. You just hadn’t expected it to be Jeon Jungkook, who never took anything seriously, especially relationships. But that’s okay, because you don’t want a relationship, you want to be fucked. And that, Jungkook is very good at… ANYWAYS this is a lot of backstory for a shameless fic about getting railed a bunch of times. 

Warning: sadist!jungkook, yandere!jungkook, masochist!reader, CONSENSUAL-NON-CONSENSUAL, if you don’t like that kink at all, then stop right now, because it is literally what the title of the story is about :’), predator/prey, bdsm, I am not an expert, don’t take this as a healthy portrayal of anything :), drunk sex, dubcon, rough sex, safe word use, gaslighting, breakup, really really bad sex that I truly find more triggering than the CNC :’), over-jealousy, toxic behavior, body shaming, reader calls herself overweight (I never use the other word), fingering, knife play, slapping, oral sex, anal, multiple orgasms, overstimulation 

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“Any fantasies?” 

You hesitate.

Your relationship with Jungkook was going well, perfect, actually. It’s probably the best relationship you’ve ever been in, you realize. Definitely the best sex.

It’s funny how what you thought would be a one night stand has turned into this: cohabiting with – cooking each other dinner, dancing in your kitchen to music, fucking in your kitchen to music, fucking on every surface of your shared apartment – and enjoying each other’s company even when you weren’t in each other’s company, when he was on his computer mixing beats and you were on your laptop writing, sharing each other’s lives and becoming the couple all your friends groan about because you can’t keep your hands off each other. Because Jungkook, like you, had a Guinness World Record breaking high sex drive. And almost Immediately, the very night you decided to hook up with your long time friend, you discovered how compatible you were in the bedroom as well. 

But this, was a bit different.

FIRST TRY

You finish chopping vegetables for dinner, cleaning the cutting board under tap water. Your boyfriend comes up behind you covering your mouth first, pressing his body close to yours next, so forcefully the counter’s edge digs in your abdomen. You grunt against his palm as he pulls your head back, hand squeezing your breast harshly.

“Shhhh,” he calms you down, lips pressed to your ear, picking up a knife from the sink. You stay as still as possible when he runs the knife flat side against the front of your body, up your stomach, between your breasts, tantalizingly slow. And then lets the knife’s tip go under your shirt, turning it, slicing the fabric.

You gasp in surprise against his palm, your noises muffled. He tightens his hold on your body, voice deep, angrier, “Don’t make any fucking noise.”

Jungkook flips you around, pressing you into the wall between the fridge and pantry. Hands wrapping around your throat, straightening your body, he kisses you hard, pushing his tongue inside your mouth. You moan, opening your mouth wider, letting him have his way.

“You’re not supposed to let me kiss you,” he breathes in. Hands pulling at the torn fabric.

“Oh? Oh, sorry.” You moan, “I’m sorry, you’re just so sexy, and I want you so badly,” you speak between kisses, “I can’t help it.” 

He smiles and sighs, carrying you to the bed instead. “We’ll try again,” you giggle. “I’ll be better, I promise.”

FOUR YEARS AGO

You look yourself over in your bedroom mirror, there’s so many straps and lace and ties across your body. You turn to the side and pull in your stomach, wishing you were twenty pounds lighter, so your rolls didn’t stick so noticeably through the tight straps of your lingerie. 

You turn again, twirling around to look at yourself from all angles, admiring the expensive intricate lace. It wasn’t a perfect fit, but overall you felt good, sexy even. It’s been so long since you did up your hair and makeup and tried to be sexy. You didn’t know if you even could be sexy anymore, but looking at the reflection in your mirror, you almost saw the old fun version of yourself again, attempting to break free. This was it, your final attempt. You were going to save your relationship! And show the love of your life that you were just as in love with him as the day you first met. Because you really were, and you missed him. You missed what you had. Somewhere along the way, you had stopped giving each other the attention you both deserved, Somehow it just all went wrong...

Before leaving the bedroom, you pulled on a silk robe, hiding your surprise. You felt self-conscious and unsure, but excited! You haven’t had sex with your boyfriend in weeks. And the last time you did have sex with him, you couldn’t even come. You had fallen into a rut.

“H-Hey-” you hug your boyfriend from behind, kissing his cheek.

“Hey, give me a minute.” Your boyfriend doesn’t even look at you, too busy concentrating on his video game. Ugh. You hated video games. You hated his gamer friends who preoccupied all his time, with their inside jokes, begging him to stay one more hour, two more hours. And you fucking hated that phrase most of all. ‘Just a minute.’ A game minute was not a minute, a game minute was half an hour if you were lucky. You didn’t always hate video games, but now, all you felt was disdain every time you heard the repetitive fighting noises, the ‘cheerful’ music constantly on loop in your house that made you want to rip out your own ear drums. You hated it.

You stand in the center of your apartment, watching bright blue light flood the empty living room. Your boyfriend is laughing with his friends, smashing the keys of his controller, his undivided attention given solely to the gaming monitor in front of him. 

You call out his name, pull the ends of your robe down lower. Just a tease of what’s to come. A preview of what you were offering if he just reached out and took it. He turns to look at you quickly, smiling, “Five minutes! We’re in a raid, I’m sorry!” Just like that, laughing again with his friends, yelling into his mic. 

As the seconds tick by you felt more and more conscious of how ridiculous you looked. How ridiculous you were being. How unwanted and unloved you felt. You pull the ends of your robe tight around your body, your eyes beginning to sting with surfacing tears, your throat painfully dry. Why couldn’t he just look at you, see you? Why couldn’t he just want to be with you?

You quietly turn around and walk back into your bedroom, sit down on your bed and look at your reflection again. You hear faint cheering, the game play restarting again, your boyfriend calling his friends for more backup. And you continue to stare, unable to move, weighted down by all your hatred and pain and heartache.

Sad pathetic overweight woman who can’t even get her own boyfriend to fuck her. 

Then you cried. Arms hugging yourself, because no one else was going to hug you or love you. How insignificant you felt in that moment, how invisible. And to prove your point, as you cried and held yourself together, your sobs were drowned out by loud music and your boyfriend's groans of losing. 

Both of you lost something. There were no winners tonight.

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After midnight he joins you in bed. But by then you had already changed, took off your tight complicated lingerie, scrubbed off your makeup, put your hair up for bed and pulled over an old oversized t-shirt.

You keep your back to him, rubbing your eyes, red from crying, tears still dried on your face. 

He holds you, kissing your shoulder, and you feel sick to your stomach because no matter how angry you are at him, his rare affection still makes you feel better, makes your heart feel lighter. But these days, your heart felt so heavy from the weight of rejection, these small gestures were meaningless. 

He turns you around slowly, “I’m sorry for ignoring you, baby.”

You hum. It’s late and you’re too tired to argue or start a fight about it anymore. It’s always the same, every night, for months, and yet you’ve still never gotten used to it, never wanted to accept this was now your reality.

Because you yearned for the man you fell in love with. Who would cuddle you on the couch, fall asleep with you to old Blockbusters. And when you woke up he would still be holding you close, and you would wake him up with kisses, giggle softly together; and those soft moments would turn heated, and he’d get on top of you and fuck you into the couch cushions, he didn’t care about the movie anymore, all he cared about was you.

You missed those days. You missed that man. You barely recognize the man lying next to you now. You barely recognize yourself. When did you become like this? So broken, so unhappy and closed off, timid and tired? So fucking lonely?

“Stop, I look like a mess.” You try to shrug him off, feeling ugly.

“No you don’t, you look beautiful.”

“I had dressed up for you.”

“You don’t need to do all that.”

“I waited for you.”

“I’m here now,” He kisses you softly.

He rolls his body on top of yours, a familiar position…the only position you’ve had sex in for years, years! You can’t stand it. How fucking boring sex has become. How boring your entire life has become. You kiss him harder, moving your body from under his, pushing softly against his shoulder so he turns. You pull a leg over his torso, sitting on him. On top now, grinding on his lap, trying to find that spark again, some power for yourself again. You kiss his neck, moaning softly against his skin. He laughs at your enthusiasm. 

Did he just really laugh at you? When you’re trying, really trying to save your love life?

His hands finds hold on your hips, shifting your body back down, rolling over you again. “C’mon baby, you know I like to be on top.”

Ugh.

He pushes himself inside slowly, you spread your legs wider, barely wet enough to guide him in.

Does he love you still? Does he find you attractive anymore?

He pistons into your core, grunting into your shoulder. Quick strokes, chasing his release.

Get out of your head, y/n.

You want to be on top. You want to try something new and fun. You want to actually come. You want anything other than this boring ass vanilla sex every single time, in the same way…for the rest of your fucking life?

“More,” you beg. You wanted more. More passion, more effort, more love.

He pistons into you at a quicker pace. Hard fast strokes that slowly build up the pressure inside you too, his hardening dick finally making it feel good for you too.

You try to focus on that feeling, imaging yourself being fucked somewhere else, maybe in the woods, or in the car, where someone might catch the two of you. You used to do things like that before, in the beginning of your relationship. Even if it was awkward and clumsy, it was fun. You laughed together, and you would come together. You think about those nights again, you think about getting fucked by that actor on that new Netflix show you started watching. The one with the six pack and big arms that could crush your windpipe. You’re so close. 

“I’m close.”

“I can feel it,” He grunts. Focus. Cum. You were so close when he orgasms, his hips stuttering and losing their rhythm, you had been so close.

Neither of you move. He sighs, rolling over. “Do you want me to finish you?” he asks, eyes barely open.

You shake your head, afraid if you spoke you would burst out crying. You're exhausted anyways, you're so tired of it all. Running to the bathroom to clean yourself up, you feel like you can finally breath in.

You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, staring at your reflection for a third time tonight. You look how miserable you are, eyes swollen and red for you crying, lips swollen from his kisses, hair a mess from his sloppy thrusts. 

‘Don’t look away,’ you tell yourself. Your eyes are glassy, with tears starting again. You’re still unsatisfied, still horny, still so utterly alone. 

Misunderstood woman. Used up woman. Ugly woman. Scared woman…scared woman…

You’re too scared to demand for better. One single weak cry for more doesn’t help you. If you can’t make your own boyfriend love you, to find you attractive anymore, what hope do you have to make a stranger love you?

You’re a scared woman, too scared to leave him. Leave…leave leave leave!

After cleaning away your shame you trudged back into your bedroom, saw your boyfriend snoring in your bed, content with his life, and you felt another familiar emotion. You felt furious. 

But this time, in this one single moment, in your anger, you felt courage.

When he woke up that morning, he called out to you, looking for you.

“Baby? Where are you?” You could hear his groggy voice from the living room where you slept. 

“In the living room,” you find your voice.

“Are you making breakfast?” He yells back, “I’m hungry!”

You were sitting on the couch, awake, dressed, with a suitcase, packed with some clothes and that expensive lingerie you had decided to buy.

When he finally does decide to come to the kitchen, you tell him, “I think we need some time apart.”

You let it sink in for him and continue, “I’m going to go stay with my friend while I figure some things out. I…need a break from this.” You stand up, suitcase, purse, and your favorite pillow in your arms.

“Wait wait wait, hold on a second? What?! Why?!”

“I just don’t feel…loved anymore.”

He rushes to your side, holding onto your tense shoulders, “I love you, what? Of course I love you! Is this about me not paying attention to you fast enough last night? Don’t you think you’re overreacting?!”

“It’s not about that. We need some space. I need some space. Don’t you feel it?” you ask incredulously. “That was the first time we had sex in weeks. I have to practically beg you to touch me-”

“What?! That’s not true!”

“We never have sex! We never have sex!” You repeat, pushing him away, “We never just fuck. Do you even want to fuck me anymore?!”

“Of course I do! We just had sex, y/n! What the fuck?”

“Then why don’t you?! Why don’t you fuck me?! Fuck me on the table.” You point to your tiny dining room table, irate. It wasn't about the sex, you knew that, but it also, had everything to do about the sex.

“The t-table, what?! You’re acting so fucking crazy. Why would we fuck on that hard table when we have a bed? We’re not teenagers in high school any more, y/n!”

“So what? SO WHAT?!”

“What makes you think I want to fuck you when you act so desperate all the time!?” You laugh at that, telling him goodbye. “Wait wait, I’m sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm just angry. Y/n, we’ve been in a relationship for six years.That’s just how couples act. We can’t have sex like rabbits all the fucking time. What is wrong with you?! You’re going to throw away SIX YEARS because I won’t fuck you on a table?? Is this a joke?!” He sounds like he’s about to cry, words cracking in his throat.

You’re already pulling your suitcase out the front door. “I’m sorry! Just give me some space. Please!” You can’t watch him be upset any longer, not when you are experienced in how much it hurts to have someone no longer choose you...

FIRST TIME

So this is why you’re here now, sitting at the bar while your friend dances with some guy she just met. 

This is where you first met him.

Well, technically, this isn’t the first first time you’ve met Jeon Jungkook, but it is the first time you thought about fucking him.

Okay, so technically, that’s not the whole truth either. How could you not think about it at least once in a while? When Jungkook is possibly one of the most attractive men you’ve ever met, and definitely the most attractive man in your friend group.

But you were shy and quiet, and always by your boyfriend’s side when you met up with friends, a loyal girlfriend...

Ugh, why won’t men approach you? It is so obvious you’re taken, spoken for, to be his for the rest of your life? You’ve sat at the bar and waited and tried to do what your friend does; be seductive, catch someone’s eyes and look willing and available, yet still, no one has come up to you and asked for a dance, or asked to buy you a drink, nothing, not one single person! 

Why does it work so easily for her and not you? Are you truly that unfuckable? You stir the ice in your drink around and contemplate why no man wants you, is it your face? Your body? Should you smile more? You feel like fucking crying again. 

The music is loud and becoming annoying, your feet are sore, you don't want to spend another twelve dollars on a drink, and just when you’re about to call it a night, send your girl friend a fake text that you’re heading out with someone, because that had been her ultimate goal for you tonight (and instead go back to her apartment with a New York style pizza and pint of ice cream), you finally notice him.

Jungkook sits across the bar from you, talking to a beautiful blonde. You’re not surprised he’s here, Jungkook is the biggest flirt you know. He’ll treat any girl to a good time as long as she doesn’t expect anything more in return. Because Jungkook is well known in your friend group for being a ho.

Not that you blame him, if you looked as good as Jeon Jungkook you’d be a man slut too. If you looked as good as him you definitely wouldn’t be in the position you are now, hardly no dating experience with not one seductive bone in your body. Ugh!

Jungkook catches your eye as you stare at him and you wave at him sheepishly. 

This is so fucking embarrassing. Why did your friend let you walk out of the house with this much makeup on?! It was the same style you wore last night, dark black eyeshadow, accentuating your eyes and red lipstick. It hadn’t worked on your boyfriend, why did you think it was going to work now? You shifted awkwardly in your tight dress. Too tight. You never wore dresses like this, the fit short and revealing. So embarrassing. 

But Jungkook, having seen you, has to go weaving through bodies to say hi to you, like the sweet friendly man he is. “Holy shit, y/n! What are you doing here? Jimin, finally let you out?” He yells over the music, leaning close to you, a friendly smile on his face. You know Jungkook was only joking, he loves teasing everyone, but it stings to hear his name.

“We’re, umm, on a break.” You say loudly into his ear, awkwardly stirring your cocktail. “Jen convinced me to come out.”

“I’m sorry, you were together for years, wow. Are you okay?” he asks. You can feel his uneasiness, how he’s worried to say anything wrong.

“I’m f-fine. It was my decision.” ‘This is what you wanted, y/n.’

“Really? Good, good for you.” Jungkook’s smile is bright and warm and makes you feel a little bit better about yourself. “You look great. I barely recognized you.” He laughs, looking at you up and down, eyes stopping at your curves, your cleavage. You’re sure he must be surprised, you never dressed like this. Jimin would have lost his mind if you stepped outside in a dress like this.

You try to joke with him, “I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not,” you laugh.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry, I’ve been drinking! You always look cute. I just have never seen you like this. You know. It’s nice. You look hot.” He pats you on the back. It’s awkward, and also kind of funny they way it seems like he’s giving you a pep talk.

“Yeah, well no one else thinks so.” You mutter. “How am I supposed to get over him if no one wants to fuck me?” Maybe you’re a little drunk too.

Jungkook laughs. He’s always thought you were kind of innocent the way you dressed and acted. So, the moment he saw you, alone, looking so lost and miserable, he had to make sure you were okay. He definitely did not expect to hear you’ve broken up with your boyfriend. You were always glued to Jimin’s side and rarely talked to anyone else. Jungkook met you both as a couple, and if he was asked what he thought of you and Jimin yesterday, he would have expected you two were going to be married someday. You talking about fucking someone else so nonchalantly, that definitely would not have been on Jungkook’s bingo card of future expectations.

“You can find someone. Just be direct. Like this,” He grabs the shoulder of a guy walking past you. “My friend thinks you're cute and wants to dance,” he winks over at you, and your eyes widen, too shocked to speak.

“Yeah?” the stranger says, intrigued.

“Yep,” Jungkook looks over to you, smiling wider, pulling you up from your chair.

“H-Hey.” 

“Hey, so, you want to dance?”

You look at Jungkook gratefully, nodding yes.

You felt great. This was great, you were having the time of your life! After years of feeling neglected it was crazy how good it felt to just flirt a little, grind against a man, and feel just how much someone wanted you. It was the small confidence booster you really needed. If it took a stranger grinding his half chub against your ass in the dark nightclub to make you feel desirable, then so be it. You were also turned on, body buzzing, wetter than you wanted to accept, elated from just dancing and moving and living again.

But what really made you hotter than you’ve felt in years, what made the butterflies inside you dance as well, was the way every time you looked over to Jungkook, he was watching you too, his piercing eyes following your movements. 

Sure, he had a girl draped over him, one with larger lips, a thinner face, a hotter smaller figure you could only wish you were born with. But Jungkook would constantly look over to you too, between laughs, and sips, and exchanges. Staring at you shamelessly. You weren’t just seeing things, Jungkook had his eyes on you, and he liked what he saw!

He could be checking in on you, like a good friend does. Or maybe...

You keep dancing, even when you start to feel tired. You feel your dance partner’s hands move across your body, in patterns and pressure so different from what you’ve been used to all these years, and when lips that don’t feel familiar touch your neck, your body stiffens. You’re so used to your exboyfriend’s touch, even if it had become sour to you, and now it just feels wrong to keep letting this stranger whom didn’t even bother to ask for your name continue to touch you. You pull his hands off you to excuse yourself and feel crushed when he looks irritatedly at you.

So here you sit again, back at the bar, feeling defeated. It was nice while it lasted though, pretending to be everything you’re no longer, letting go for the night, and Jeon Jungkook eye fucking you on the dance floor. Like right now. He stares you down, doesn’t look away awkwardly when you meet his gaze, doesn’t smile timidly, just watches you lean against the bar, chin resting on your palm as you think, realizing Jungkook hasn’t stopped staring.

“Do you want to have sex?”

His face remains blank, “What?”

You ignore the ugly glare the woman next to him is sending your way. “I said did you want to have sex? With me?” You pause, “I’m being direct.”

The girl next to him scoffs loudly and Jungkook continues to stay quiet and now you feel like an idiot. He looks shocked, eyes large like doe eyes, and confused. You must have been seeing things, maybe it was the club lights or all the alcohol you consumed, that made you think Jungkook was the least bit interested in you. All the courage it took you to walk over to him is all gone now. You are sure you’ve now also ruined your friendship. Oh god, what if he tells your other friends? You’ll never be able to face anyone ever again. You shake your head, turning around, making a beeline to the bathroom.

‘How sad,” the girl Jungkook had been entertaining laughs, and Jungkook very delicately, removes her arms from around his neck. 

“I gotta go,” and he leaves before she can process his rejection.

Jungkook finds you near the bathrooms in a panic. “Hey.”

You jump. “Fuck,” you clutch your racing heart, swaying into Jungkook, “Oh it’s you. Just, just ignore me. I’m a mess. I get it,” you ramble. “I wouldn’t want to fuck me either.”

“Nononono,” He’s quick to reassure you, “I just...don’t do relationships,” he says slightly ashamed of himself for leading you on. As intrigued as he was witnessing this new side of you, what he had witnessed during all the years he knew you had led him to believe you were a serial monogamist. Someone who awkwardly laughed away inappropriate jokes, anytime a taboo discussion would take place amongst your friends on a chill weekend night, you would scrunch your nose and roll your eyes, probably disgusted by the way everyone overshared their sex lives. You and Jimin never spoke about yours with the group either. He couldn’t imagine you being a one night stand kind of girl, and he didn’t want to take advantage of you at your most vulnerable and end up hurting you in the end. That's what he wanted to explain to you, before you said,

“That’s okay.” 

Jungkook runs a hand through his unruly hair, fixing the strands back in place. “You know how I am, y/n.” he admits, so quietly you have to move closer to hear him above the music. “I’m not looking for anything serious,” he says wearily, making sure you understand. You stare at his mouth through half lidded eyes, lick your lips and he has to remind himself to act like a gentleman. He tried to look away but your stare was magnetic, pulling him in, closer and closer.

“I know,” you swallow, leaning against his chest. 

You let out a soft deep sigh. Jungkook could have sworn you moaned his name, but he didn’t believe it, you weren’t that kind of woman. His body responded to your call just the same, leaning into you, pressing you between his hard chest and the club wall. His voice drops down in octave, deep and raspy. “I’m a rough person.”

“Even better,” and pull him to you by the collar, pressing your lips to his.

To any passerby you looked like two very drunk people making out in the bathroom hall, a common occurance for the Club you were in. They didn’t know everything it took for you to get here, what you sacrificed and gave up, what you lost and tried to regain. Even Jungkook barely understood the change and shift within you, but he felt your passion and he couldn’t get enough of it.

So that had been your first kiss with Jungkook, hands and tongue and teeth, frenzied and unrestrained.

Jungkook was rougher than usual, testing you, expecting you to push him away and stop him, but you only matched his energy, widening your legs when he shoved his thigh up into your core, moaning when he yanked your hair. When his strong hands held you painfully tight you raked your nails down his back, pulled his hair until his scalp stung, kissed him harder when he bit your lip.

When Jungkook finally pulls away from you, he doesn’t hesitate. “Let’s go, I’ll call for a ride,” fingers intertwined, pulling you out of the club.

With the fresh night air chilling your body and sobering you up, you realize this definitely is happening, you’re about to have sex with Jungkook, you’re about to have sex with someone else for the first time in six years. You glance over to Jungkook and he smiles back softly. He hasn’t let go of your hand and you stand together in silence. He also hasn’t tried to kiss you and you feel too exposed to kiss him, and you wonder if he is regretting this. You look over to him again even more worried and he smiles again and squeezes your hand. He’s back to being sweet friendly Jungkook, calming your nerves and making you feel welcome, so you follow him into the cab and back to his apartment. 

As soon as you step into his apartment, he locks the handle and cages you against the door, tasting your lips again. “Fuck, fuck, sorry, I can’t wait any longer.” He pulls the hem of your dress down lower, kissing your shoulder as his skilled fingers unzips the back of your dress, as your shaky fingers try to unbutton his shirt.

He stops, admiring your body.

“This…was underneath that?” He smirks. “You really were trying to get lucky tonight, hmm?” His tattooed knuckles run along the intricate lace, finger hooking into a strap as he pulls on it teasingly.

“Yes,” you feel your voice catch in your throat as he admires the lace across your chest, pulling your dress down lower.

“Holy fuck, I guess it really is the quiet ones you have to look out for.” He holds your jaw with two fingers, lifting your chin so your eyes meet. “So fucking sexy.”

“I’m not always quiet,” you pant.

“Yeah, are you a screamer?”

“I guess that depends on you.” You guide his hand down to your chest, squeezing. His body knocks into you hard and fast, pressing his lips to your neck. You let your head fall against the doorframe, moaning loudly as his hands massage your breasts, pulling on your sensitive skin through the fabric. You can’t help but run your nails across his muscles, whimpering from how good it feels. His hands encase your wrists, pulling your arms above your head and he looks into your eyes, pausing briefly. There’s fire in your eyes when you stare back, setting off a spark that ignites his whole body, flaming his arousal.

He moves you to the couch, lips attached to your skin, his frame hard and heavy and welcomely warm. He cups your breast, licking a long strip across your neck, and you pull your legs over his hips, hands fumbling for his belt. He stops you, placing them above your head in one tight hand. “You want me?” He squeezes your wrists, adjusting his weight. You can only nod breathlessly. “Once I start, I won’t stop,” he warns. His deep voice, commanding presence, only makes your heartrate escalate and your body vibrate with anticipation.

“Please, fuck me.”

“Mmm,” he hums, free hand pressing into your center, letting the fabric of your lingerie moisten it with your own slick. It begins to ache how much you want him to continue, breathing shallowly, your thighs tightening around his lean torso. “So wet. I make you that wet, hm?” he smirks.

He presses a single digit inside you and you feel like you might combust right then and there. Your core feels like it’s pulsing from the inside out. Less than a minute with Jungkook’s finger inside you and you’re about to come. How embarrassing would that be.

You arch your back when he adds another digit, push your arms up against his hold.

“Too much?”

“No!” You yell that a little louder than intended. Fuck, you’re really fucking this up.

“No,” you repeat calmer this time. “I just– If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

“That’s what I want, baby.”

“I don’t want it to end so quickly.”

Jungkook grins wide, kissing your cheek. ‘Like I said, once I start, I’m not going to stop.” He wiggles his fingers inside you, pressing up, “not until you beg me.” You’re so worked up he only has to press a couple more times inside and you’re tightening around his fingers, body tensing against him. 

You barely have time to catch your breath before his fingers delve in again, your body shaking trying to keep up with his ministrations. “F-Fuck me,” you moan into his mouth.

“No please this time?” he chuckles, letting go of your wrists, gripping your thigh instead and opening you up wider, pumping his fingers in and out, watching as you fall apart all over again. This time, your orgasm lasts, the intensity deep inside you spreading across your body. When it finally ends, you sigh, softly laughing. 

“Well, I’ve never gotten that reaction before.” You wish you could tell him that was your first orgasm in months that you didn’t have to coax yourself. You almost forgot how good an orgasm like that could feel, how freeing. 

Instead you look at him, a huge grin on your face and eyes sparking, admiring the man before you, happy it was Jungkook you found at the club and not a stranger.

No one has looked at him quite like that before, with starry-eyed reverence that makes everything feel so much more intimate, a deeper connection that he just isn't used to. Jungkook kisses you, trading in the feelings bursting inside him with the familiar need to satisfy his desires, to seek out pleasure in your body, to fuck.

“Yes,” you gasp when he finally pushes your panties to the side and pushes himself inside of you. He is so hard and he moves his hips so differently than you’re used to, long strong rolling strokes that take your breath away and make you feel like you’re going crazy with lust. It feels so good, too good. You need to control yourself.

“Jungkook,” you push against his shoulders, “I-I want to be on top.”

Jungkook’s tongue rolls across his bottom lip, “Then get on top, baby.”

After that night, there was no way you could ever go back to your ex. After the power you felt, the sexuality you embodied again, the joy you felt chasing your high. The pleasure you felt rolling your body over Jungkook’s twitching cock, watching Jungkook’s jaw tense, his brows furrow, his muscles jump and tense all from your touch. No, not after this, this was the best sex of your life.

---

“A-Are you sure? I like seeing you in pleasure,” he massages your ass, pulling you into his lap, “giving you pleasure.”

“You will! I mean, I will be in pleasure. I want it.” You kiss his cheek, cuddle into his chest. “I want you to.” You look at him, gauging his reaction. “I mean, you’ve tied me up before...” Jungkook hums, on the fence. “You don’t want to?”

“I like hurting you,” Jungkook admits almost guiltily.

“I like being hurt.” You whisper, encouragingly.

His hand envelopes yours, he cracks your knuckles and you try to wiggle away from him, laughing. “Ow, that’s not what I had in mind.”

“But I like it,” he pouts, biting your palm.

“Well, if you want to, surprise me, you can anytime. Use my body.”

Jungkook nods.

SECOND TIME

The next morning, you woke up sore all over your body and very hungover. You almost didn’t believe it. Jungkook was kind, he let you stay the night in his bed, and was quietly snoring next to you proving you did in fact hook up with your friend. You left quickly in the morning, but before you had made it out the door Jungkook asked if you wanted to come back for dinner. You knew what he meant, if you wanted to come back and fuck. You said you’d love to.

Of course dinner ended with you straddling Jungkook’s lap, eagerly kissing him, rolling your hips down with increasing urgency the harder he became.

“Fuck, Jimin is a fucking idiot for letting you go.”

“Mmm, let's not talk about him anymore,” you murmur, kissing him harder. But you kept bringing him up during dinner, and though Jungkook didn’t want to admit it, it made him jealous, so he couldn’t help himself bringing him up now.

“I fuck you better than him, don’t I?”

You agree quickly, dismissing his question, but Jungkook wasn’t satisfied, sucking and biting on the soft skin between your neck and shoulder until he saw marks. “Jimin kept this all to himself and didn't appreciate it.”

“I-I really don’t want to talk about him anymore,” you frown.

He stood up, placed you on the tabletop, and cleared away the empty plates. You jumped off the table and leaned against it instead, waiting rather impatiently for him, and when he comes back, he stalks over to you, fingers reaching for the end of your skirt. “Cute,” he says, inching the hem up your thigh, pausing while his dark eyes roam over your body. The tension in the room was too high, too much, and if Jungkook wasn't going to fuck you already, you felt like you were going to go insane. “Did you wear this for me?” He held down the urge to say his friend's name again, it having already left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Yes, of course,” you kiss him softly, unable to resist tasting his lips.

He reaches for your neck, holds you still. Your eyes glaze over, mouth slightly parting, eyes staring at him with the same lust filled look as last night, the same look that made him want to claim you over and over again, to fuck you into submission just so you would look at him like that all the time.

“Turn around.” He gives you one short gruff command and you turn your back to him, breath hitching in your throat when he presses his erection into your ass, caging his body around yours. “Bend over.” This time he guides your back so you lie your body down across his table, your palms pressing flat into the wood. “There you go, stay like that.” Everything he did to you was new and exciting and fun and you didn't want it to end. You've always wanted it rough, wanted someone to want you so intensely they'd let their desire destroy any restraint.

And right now you can feel the cracks in Jungkook's restraints as he lifts your skirt over your ass and yanks the lace of your underwear down to your thighs, admiring how wet you already are for him, fingers running along the opening of your sex, pressing two fingers inside. “So did you go back to him with my cum still inside of you?” he teases.

You arch your back up as he sets a hard fast pace, and he pushes your head down, keeping you still. Your fingers curl, nails scraping across the surface of his table. He pulls out the wet digits and spanks you hard across your ass.

Your stomach flips with desire and adrenaline and guilt, confused, did Jungkook want to make you feel ashamed? Could you even feel shame being this turned on? “I-I don’t live with him anymore. I am staying with Jen.”

The way you talked about Jimin at dinner, it sounded like you missed him. Jungkook was not used to feeling so possessive over someone, especially a friend, especially a hookup. You were just too eager, willing, pliable; so perfect for him. As soon as last night ended he was already thinking about more ways to fuck you, how to bend you, ways to make you come. He just needed to get it out of his system, he just needed to fuck you more, that’s all. He just needed to listen to you cry out in ecstasy, listen to you moan, listen to you laugh.

“How many times has Jimin made you come during sex before?” When you don’t answer his hand comes down on the same cheek hard making you flinch. “Be a good girl and answer me.”

You didn’t like thinking of old memories with your ex, especially when Jungkook currently had two fingers deep inside your pussy, Jungkook's long fingers reaching deeper than Jimin ever could. You didn’t want to think of your ex doing the same thing to you, it made you feel dirty, it made you wetter. “T-Two, almost three.”

“Oh, I can beat that.” His hand moves from the back of your head to grip your shoulder. Jungkook lets his cock slip through your folds, pushing in with one quick thrust, pulling you back with one fluid motion that has you screaming.

SECOND TRY

“Bend over.” Jungkook’s lips hover over yours, catching the skin ever so slightly with his in barely a kiss, just a taste. “Now.”

You turn around quickly, bending in a perfect L, ass pressing firmly into his crotch. “Where’s your boyfriend?” He asks.

“My boyfr-”

“I don’t see him anywhere?”

“He’s at work,” you say, playing along.

“And he left you all alone? Doesn’t he know how dangerous that can be? What if someone were to find you and fuck you?” He emphasized the last two words by shoving his cock inside you, jolting your body, making you scream.

“Don’t move, don’t try to escape.”

You grunt, and try to push yourself off the table only for Jungkook to grab your arms, pulling them swiftly behind your back as he builds up a steady pace, thrusting in and out and taking his time with you defiling you.

“Yes,” you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you, filled so deliciously full by Jungkook’s cock.

“Yes? What about your boyfriend? Are you a fucking whore?” Jungkook rolls his hips into yours, pulling out only to shove you full of himself again in one hard fluid motion that makes you moan again. “You like this dick? Dirty slut.”

“Ahh, fuck!” you grunt, clenching around his solid length every time he rotates his hips against you.

“You like getting fucked by a stranger, huh? You like cheating on him?” He presses a palm down onto your back, holding you down so tight your chest stings. You let out a soft unconvincing no, lifting your ass up to meet his thrusts.

“Stop,” Jungkook mutters, “I don’t like it,” he pulls away from you, leaving you empty and unfulfilled, groaning at the suddenness of his change in demeanor. Trying to get your bearrings, you slowly turn around to a very upset looking Jungkook buttoning his pants.

“W-What’s wrong?”

“Do you like the idea of cheating on me?”

“What?”

“Do you want to cheat on me?”

“Are you getting jealous...of yourself?”

“No-” he rolls his eyes.

“Really, because you seem upset-”

“Well, why did you like it so much?!” Jungkook always acted jealous. You liked it if you were being honest, you preferred it to the aloof way your ex treated you, but this was another level, it was laughable, but witnessing the anger in his eyes made you rethink joking it off.

“Because of you! I thought that’s what you were t-trying to do? You don’t want me to want you?”

“I d-do, but I thought the whole point-”

“Well,” you sigh, exasperated, “maybe be rougher then!”

Jungkook slaps you across the face, hits you the hardest he’s ever hit you. Your head swings to the side from his force, momentarily stunned by his action. He makes you face him again, pulling you into a rushed kiss, hands covering your cheeks, and the side he hit you throbs against his palm. Your try to pry his hands off your face, push him away so you can breathe, because you don’t know whether he hit you because you asked or because he is genuinely angry at you.

“Jungkook-” you stumble backwards, feel the world tilt when Jungkook lifts you over his shoulder. “Jungkook!” You gasp, his heavy weight on you once your body hits the sheets of your shared bed, arms pulled behind you again and tied together this time.

You don’t have a lot of time to think about what to do before Jungkook is scissoring his fingers inside you, pulling your hair and bending your body back at an uncomfortable angle. You don’t know what to do, let him manhandle you in a way that makes your nerve endings tingle, or stop him, Jungkook is mad and the lines are becoming blurred. His finger plays with your wetness, gathering your slick and running along your rim. You pull against the restraints, you should speak up, but he was finally giving in to your twisted fantasies. Why did Jungkook have to be upset with you!

Jungkook groaned as his cock entered into your tight hole. “Wait!” You weren’t opposed to anal, but Jungkook usually took him time stretching you out and making things as comfortable for you as possible. You reach out your tied hands, and his hard stomach knocks into you with every sharp thrust. He pushes in deep to an agonizing pressure. “Yellow.”

“What?” He stills, cock still buried deep inside you.

“…yellow.”

You try to wiggle your fingers against your bodies to get him to move. He pulls away from you slowly. “H-Hold on.” You breath through your mouth, “Okay.” You shudder when he pulls away from you completely.

Jungkook lifts himself up, also steadies his breathing. “Y/n?”

“You’re mad at me.”

“I am not.” But you can hear the clear edge of his voice.

“Yes, yes you are.” You sigh. You turnover on your back, “W-We can’t do something like this when you’re mad...”

“I’m sorry, I just realized I didn’t like that kind of role play.” Jungkook huffs, pulling you closer to his side.

“Okay, we will pretend I’m single?”

Jungkook frowns, “I don’t like that either.”

“Aish. All I want is you, I would never, ever cheat on you.” You cuddle into his side. “Can’t you tell?” You joke.

“Then it’s still me, and we can pretend you’re still dating someone else-”

“No anal either.”

“Whyyy?” Jungkook pouts.

“It didn’t feel good at all,” you wince.

“I’m sorry.” He pulls you into a hug, “…What if I find a way to make it feel good?” He encourages, lips lifting into a half smile.

“Maybe,” you laugh. “But that was…good. What you did,” you look down at his fingers playing with yours. “That’s what I want.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Did want to try again?”

“No, right now I just want to love you,” he grins, rolling on top of you.

THIRTY FOURTH TIME (not that you were counting anymore)

“Where’s y/n? She’s supposed to be here,” Jimin asks Jen. It was the group’s monthly game night, and apart from the tense exchanges when you came over to grab some more clothes, he hasn’t been able to talk to you, or reconcile like he wants to. He just wanted you back, everything back to the way it was. He didn’t realize how much you did for him, how lonely it was without you there. Jimin is hoping tonight he can finally talk to you and convince you to give him another chance.

“Oh, um, she’s here somewhere, I gotta go, uh, refill the chips!”

“Shh.” Jungkook whispers as you let out a particularly loud moan. Even if your sounds were muffled behind his palm, you still needed to quiet yourself. “You’re being too loud, we’re going to get caught.” He ends the sentence with a hard thrust, knocking you into the bathroom mirror. You glare at him, unable to voice your retort and he laughs. You whimper when he picks up the pace, so close to release. This is the second time tonight you and Jungkook disappeared at the same time together. Both of you were doing a very poor job at hiding your new upgraded relationship from your friends, so poor in fact, that all your friends had to pretend they didn’t notice how you were unusually handsy together or that only one of two bathrooms in your friend's house were occupied when you both said you needed to go. So when Jimin showed up, everyone became unusually animated…and loud.

You hear someone yell, “Hey Jimin!” from your friend’s living room. You tap Jungkook on the head, tugging on his hair. He looks up, face between your legs. “If I come again, I won’t be able to make it through game night.”

“Ask Jen for some coffee.” He licks across your nub, arms massaging and pulling at your thighs, eyes looking up at you wide and hopeful. How could you deny him, when he looks so ridiculously cute and sexy at the same time.

“Hmm okay,” you open your legs wider, pushing the hair out of Jungkook’s eyes.

-

“Hey!” Jungkook reaches out to shake Jimin’s hand and embrace him while you make a beeline to the couch.

“Oh, h-hey.” He looks over Jungkook’s shoulder to your retreating figure.

“Hey, y/n!”

“Hi,” you put on your best smile to keep the peace during game night, falling into the space between your friends Namjoon and Hoseok.

“You look beautiful, you look great.”

Jungkook jumps on the couch, next to you. “Yeah, she does,” he says, pushing you over into Namjoon, “Scoot over!” He whines, leaning back into the small space, arms across the couch cushions an over your shoulders and Hoseok’s shoulders. “What are we playing?” He asks the group, leaning over into your side, arm casually draping over your frame.

“What about jenga?”

“What about scrabble?”

“I love scrabble,” you say.

Jungkook turns to you, “Why haven’t we played scrabble?”

“Because I will make you cry with how badly I beat you with my extensive scrabble knowledge,” you laugh.

“Oh yeah?”

“It’s true, she’s really good.” Jimin speaks up, looking over at you. He smiles softly when he catches your attention. Your lips curl up without you meaning to as you laugh to yourself, remembering he stopped playing scrabble with you because you kept beating him. Jungkook looks between you and the smile you shared, chewing on his bottom lip.

“What about pictionary?”

“Teams?”

“Our side verses your side,” Jungkook adds, gesturing between the couches. Hand still around your shoulder, Jimin watches from across the room as Jungkook whispers something into your ear. You giggle and Jimin can't help but roll his eyes, small knives of jealousy stabbing into his chest as he takes another long sip of his beer.

-

“Oh no, all the ice is gone.”

“I’ll make Hoseok go grab some from his fridge,” Jen says behind you. Living in the same building as one of your friends has some advantages.

“So, you and Jungkook make a cute couple.” You stutter out a what, vehemently denying it and she laughs, “I’m just kidding! But you two are very close now, huh? You totally have, ‘the glow.’”

“I’m just being friendly,” you busy yourself with clearing away trash, “we’re good friends.”

“Just be careful,” she says, avoiding your eyes. “I know you’re trying to get over Jimin, but…Jungkook...just be careful.”

“I-I’m n-not-”

“Y/n, he literally won’t stop staring at your ass. He’s doing it right now.” she whispers, nudging your shoulder with her own inconspicuously, “look.”

She sure was right, Jungkook is shamelessly watching you, as if you were back at the club again, but you were doing the dishes! This man will be the death of you.

You can’t help but laugh, “It’s not serious, I promise! He’s just really fun to be around, and he’s funny, and makes me feel...I don’t know...”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt. You know how he is. I think I’ve seen him in one real relationship since high school.”

“I know.”

“Okay,” she sighs. “Well, anyways, I’m glad you're happy. I’ve never seen you this smiley! Must be some good dick, huh?” She elbows you.

You cover your face with your palm groaning, and then peak at her between your fingers, nodding shyly.

-

Jimin finds you in the huddled in an arm chair with Jungkook, flicking a bottle cap string between each other. Your legs are lying across his lap where Jungkook is annoyingly resting his hand atop.

“Noooo,” you pout, having been the one to flick off the bottle cap string, you take a sip of the tiny liquor bottle you’re holding, giggling together, in your own little bubble.

“Y/n, can I talk to you?”

Jungkook answers for you, “She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

Jimin tries to calm his anger and jealousy, but the way Jungkook had to say it, Jimin curses, so full of himself. “I didn’t ask you.”

Jungkook looks away, chewing on his bottom lip, laughing to himself, “Well, I’m telling you, just leave her alone, don’t make a scene-”

Jimin waves his hand at the pair of you, “What is this? Some fucking joke?”

Jungkook leans back sighing, elbows above his head, “What are you talking about?”

“Why the fuck are you all over my girl-”

“She’s not your girl anymore-”

Jimin runs a hand through his hair, frustration building, “So what, you plan to swoop in like a fucking vulture because she’s the only woman you haven’t been able to fuck in a ten mile radius?”

Oh, Jungkook wishes he could tell him truth, throw it in his face every time he’s had you, but the horrified look on your face as you watch their argument is the only thing keeping him from shattering Jimin’s world.

“Let’s just all take a deep relaxing breath, yeah?”

Jimin spins around, directing his anger at Jen. “You think this shit is okay?”

“You said you were going to be fine if-”

“Well I didn’t expect my own friend would pull this shit, but Jungkook, you will literally try to stick your dick in anything, won’t you?! Even my ex-girlfriend!” Jimin yells, now being held back by Namjoon, “You know once he gets what he wants from you, y/n, he's going to leave you like every other fucking girl he does this to!”

Shit, what are you supposed to do? What are you supposed to say? Jimin and Jungkook look ready to tear each other's faces off and all your friends are looking at you now.

“Okay Jimin, let’s go talk-”

Jungkook stops you, reaching out to hold your hand. “I wouldn't do that to you. I wouldn't treat you like that, and I would never treat you how he did.” He glares at Jimin.

You know all the rumors, but the way you and Jungkook have talked about your pasts, Jungkook sharing his past relationships with pain he tries to hide under easygoingness. You know they have perceptions of you too, wrong ones, and you just don't care what they have to say.

You take a deep breath, whispering to Jungkook, “Be direct?” Jungkook's eyes widen in acknowledgement, and you turn back to your ex.

“Jimin, I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to be with you.”

“Y/n, please let’s just talk in private,” he pleads with you.

You sigh, “Okay, well, before we go and do that, I just want you to know, I believe Jungkook.” You hold your breath. “I believe him because we already had sex. A lot. Lots of sex.”

“I’m so glad I came over,” Hoseok whispers to Taehyung.

Jimin stop struggling against Namjoon and stares at you, his mouth partly open in shock.

“And before you blame Jungkook, I kissed him first!” You shield Jungkook because it looks like Jimin is about to punch him.

Jimin stands still, jaw clenched. “You kissed him?”

“Yes...and it was the best decision of my life,” you give Jungkook a weak hopeful smile.

“I wish I was recording this, Jin is never going to believe me.” Taehyung whispers to Hoseok. Hoseok shakes his head.

Jungkook looks at you in awe. “I think I am in love with you.”

“Holy shit, record this, record this!” Hoseok hisses.

THIRD TRY

“Did you forget your-” you never utter the word keys, just stare at your boyfriend and the way he leans against the door frame, watching you with downcast eyes. You feel heat rise inside of you at his silent hardened stare, usual sweet round eyes now sharp and full of desire, his jaw clenched, his demeanor changed and unrecognizable.

“Are you alone?”

Nodding, you try to calm your jitteriness. Dark butterflies in the pit of your stomach fluttering up into your throat, ready to fly even higher at his attention. 

“Yes.” Your throat tightens and you can barely get the words out, “My boyfriend is at work.”

Jungkook smiles, head cocked to the side, places an arm against the doorframe to keep the entry way open. He inches closer to you, watching you like prey about to be caught.

“Perfect.” He steps a foot inside.

You take one last look at the devastatingly handsome man in front of you, take a deep breath, push your butterflies down and spin around, adrenaline entering your limbs as you take off at full speed back into your apartment.

But Jungkook is so much faster than you and catches you in seconds. Hand in your hair, other hand snaking around your waist, pulling you back abruptly.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He pulls you off your feet. You knew Jungkook was strong, you saw how fast he could kick and punch when training, but he never really used his full strength against you. Even know he still wasn't using everything he had, and no matter how hard you kicked or tried to pry his hands off of you, there was no give, Jungkook remained locked like a vice around your body.

He drops you short of the bed, landing on hard carpet of your bedroom. Before you can readjust your body he's using his strength against you once again, straddling your hips and pinning you to the ground. So you slap him. A hit that completely unphases him, his mind too high on adrenaline and excitement, he looks down at you like he's expecting you to hit him again.

So you hit him across the other cheek, watch his eyes light up like you’ve given him the best present, exactly what he wanted. He slaps you harder, swifter. The noise rings loud inside your quiet bedroom. The pain momentarily stunning you, weakening your fight, and Jungkook takes the opportunity to flip you around, his thighs holding your legs together, he massages and kneads your ass through the thing material of your leggings.

“Fuck, you have such a nice ass.” His usual cheerful sweet voice is gruff now, a deep low whisper. “But first I want your mouth.”

You feel his weight leave your legs, his boots tread across the carpet as he stands up. You lift yourself up, look up at the calm man before you. He nods to the hallway, “Go ahead, try.”

You know it’s futile, Jungkook is going to easily catch you again, pin you to the ground again, your body is going to be his, no matter what you do. The idea that you can’t stop this, that running is exactly what he wants you to do, well, it makes you run.

He catches you in the hallway, knocks you down, keeps a tight grip on your jaw, his crotch pressed to your face, he rubs his dick across your lips and cheeks, pushes himself inside your mouth until you’re choking. He moans out, vocal in how good it feels to have your lips stretched around his cock, rutting into your face, he forces his cock down your throat, barely giving you enough time to inhale air. Minutes tick by, your face getting progressively more sloppy with spit and cum and tears as you try to keep up with his thrusts, and before you know it, he's filling your mouth, waiting until you swallow everything down before he removes his cock.

You gasp for air, your entire body already sore from his face fucking, you muscles aching from tensing every time he stole your breath away, over and over again. You look to your feet, notice Jungkook's unruly hair against your stomach, him momentarily hugging your waist before he moves lower, hand running down your body until he reaches your ankle.

He pushes off his knee, standing up, your ankle still in his grip.

You heave in air as you are pulled, you grab the closest thing you can reach, the edge of your hall closet door, fingers trying to hold onto the raised wood as he pulls your body back to the bedroom.

“F-uuck..” Jungkook had you, leggings ripped down to your thighs, shirt and bra pulled off, face down to the mattress. He stroked across your slit, shocked at how drenched you were. “You’re dripping all over my fingers. You’re so wet. I bet I could just-” he presses three fingers inside you, stretching you out, making you scream and shudder. His thumb rubs circles into your clit. “Ahh yes, dirty little slut, you’re mine now.”

“G-Get off of me.”

Jungkook chuckles, arm flexing while he rocks his hand into at a steady pace. “Make me stop, then,” he leans over you, warm breath in your ear, “But you’re not going to, are you? You’re going to cum around my fingers like a good little girl, and you’re going to take my cock all night long,” he whispers, “And no matter how much you beg or cry, you’re going to take it.”

You nod, heart jumping out your ribcage, wound so tight you feel lightheaded, you pussy throbbing around his digits.

“Now, think about all the things I’m about to do to you. Now, cum.”

---

“Did you like it?”

Jungkook rubs soap across your chest, “Yeah, but let’s just, umm, take it easy for a while. My back hurts,” he laughs. “Am I getting old?”

“No...maybe,” you giggle, sinking lower into the hot relaxing water.

“You can be on top for awhile,” he says, head above yours, his cute round eyes staring into yours in the opposite direction. You smile, nodding excitedly.

“Right now?”

“Aish woman.”

“I’m too sore,” you laugh. “What about you?” you tilt your head back, kissing his chin. “Any fantasies?”

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Ever find a story in your WIPs you forgot you started and think well, it’s time to finish that. Anyways I hope you enjoyed another installment of my shameless smut + terrible plot series. :’D

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