JEON 07

JEON 07

[Summary]: Four months into dating your university’s superstar, and Jungkook has just won one of the biggest games of the season. You’re ready to shower him in his post-game glory when Jungkook’s ex, Park Haneul, shows up. Insecurity you didn’t think you had crawls into your system, and Jungkook finds it necessary to make sure you have nothing to worry about at all.

[Theme]: Jock!Jk, LacrossePlayer!JK x TeacherIntern!Y/N, Lovers!AU, Sequel to University Superstar

[Rating]: 18+, explicit content, lots of hickies, blowjob, squirting, lots of kissing, handcuffs, JK being a dominant demon, so much passion, very soft Jungkook, both characters are so vulnerable and are in their stages of working hard on themselves and on their relationship, …there may or may not be the L word.

[Word Count]: 8,127 

[Author’s Note]: Um. This was not supposed to be this long. But I really wanted to convey their sentimental sides with this sequel. University Superstar Jungkook has also maybe completely stolen my thoughts and energy. I literally love them so much, I’m tempted to make this a very short series. 

Also, I’m thinking of allowing drabble request ideas from y’all. Lmk if that’s something you would be interested in! Without further ado, here is the highly requested sequel to our crackheads from University Superstar. Enjoy~

[Masterlist] [University Superstar] [Drabble (1), (2), (3)] 

Jungkook playing lacrosse is pure eye candy. Those school spirit colors are horrendous. But somehow, he makes them look like they belong on Balenziaga’s runway. Even with sweat dripping from his hairline and the redness around the edges of his face from the heat of exercise, he still looks like he deserves the ‘hottest man alive’ award.

The other players are completely drowned out as you sit and watch him from the bleachers. You don’t even know what the score of the game is. All you can see is the living god, your boyfriend, playing like it’s the last game he will ever have the chance to win.

It is sexy watching him work so hard. Jungkook is the epitome of perfection in your eyes. The more you have gotten to know the man over the past few months, the more you realize that Jungkook has a hard time not putting 110% into everything he does. Yes, it leads to his body feeling sore and his brain feeling completely tuckered out at the end of the day. But he can’t live without doing otherwise. Despite all the negatives hard work makes him feel in the moment, he is always thankful for pushing himself so hard afterward. You can’t say you’re complaining, either. His hard work pays off…in more ways than one.

When the crowd cheers loudly, you snap out of your gaze on your boyfriend and look at the scoreboard. Jungkook’s team has completely crushed the opposing team. It makes your heart swell in your chest even more for this man.

Since New Year’s, he’s done nothing but make you feel a sinful amount of pride. He’s worked so hard on fixing his internal problems and has been there for you while you work on your own. On top of it all, he’s maintained his stellar GPA, landed an internship at a nearby software company, and is still captain of the lacrosse team. How he does it is beyond your questioning, but all you can do is lift him up and cheer him on. And you’re more than happy to do so.

You look back to Jungkook on the field. His team just won the game. The crowd is going absolutely insane, all feeling the same pride for him that you feel. When he looks up at the bleachers, you know he’s looking for you, and you smile at the fact. It has become a habit that Jungkook finds you in the crowd after every win. Today is no different than the others. Jungkook locks his eyes with yours, the smile on his face widening once he spots your figure. Your boyfriend gives you a cheeky wink before his team members crowd and tumble him on the ground. He’s such a die-heart. All you want to do is run up to him and kiss him silly.

After the game is over, you make your way toward the men’s locker rooms to do just that. It smells like absolute filth back here. Your nose is overwhelmed with the smell of dirty socks, cum rags, sweat, and a twinge of grass. It is musty in this section of the stadium, too. For some reason, the air conditioning never quite works properly over here. That, or the fact that a certain team of 15 sweaty male bodies does the air conditioning no justice. Either way, the mixture of post-game man smell and hot air prompts you to plug your nose in disgust.

But you maintain your urge to gag as your boyfriend emerges from the locker room. He has no shirt — just a white towel around his neck — and his uniform shorts on. The smile on his face mixed with his piercings, tattoos, and rock-hard abs make your thighs clench at the sight.

“You here for a tour?” Jungkook smirks at you.

“Shut up, captain,” you hit his shoulder before pulling him into a hug. “I’m so proud of you!”

Jungkook blushes into your neck, pulling you off the ground and spinning you until you’re gripping his muscles harder. He can’t get enough when you say these things to him. Something about your affirmations makes his heart beat out of his chest.

Jungkook stops spinning you to pull you into a much-needed kiss. It is wet, and he smells just like sweaty ass, but you enjoy it nonetheless. You don’t think there’s a circumstance where you wouldn’t want to kiss him. Even in his filthiness, you still want to hold him close to you.

“You need a shower,” you chuckle against his lips. You pull both ends of the rag around his neck, forcing his lips close to yours.

“Come in with me,” he suggests, a teasing smirk forming against your mouth.

“Hell no,” you laugh. “There’s no privacy whatsoever in there.”

Jungkook holds your waist in his hot palms whilst pressing his nose lightly against yours. “Then let’s go home,” he whispers into your skin. You know what he means by that, and you’d be lying if you were to say that you weren’t enthusiastic about the thought.

But you also just detailed your car. And there’s no way you’re letting his sweat accumulate on your freshly cleaned seats.

“You say that as if my apartment is both of ours,” you poke his chest. “And I’m not allowing you into my car like this. I just cleaned the interior.”

“It could be both of ours, but you don’t want to have that conversation yet,” he pokes your cheek in return. “I’m gonna go clean up. I’ll meet you around back, yeah?”

You blush at his comment. Truthfully, you know moving in with Jungkook would make things a lot easier. He basically lives there, anyway. But it’s a giant step. You’ve only been dating him for 4 months. It is too early, even though you’re certain this is not going to be just a short-lived relationship. Even so, it’s a lot of second guessing and pressure to officially make that happen…as much as you want it to already.

“Okay,” you smile.

Jungkook places a quick kiss on your lips before he darts back into the men’s locker room.

Your boyfriend is truly a dream. It’s insane the amount of happiness you feel with him. Despite all your prior hatred for the man, none of it stands to date. Almost as if you were meant to find each other, your relationship with Jungkook has been the best you’ve ever had. You’re completely infatuated.

You revel in the thought of Jungkook until you’re abruptly interrupted.

“Y/n?” an unfamiliar voice calls you from behind. It’s a woman’s voice, and you find yourself staring face-to-face with one when you turn around.

The woman is beautiful. Her skin is the clearest you’ve ever seen; it is probably more clear than Jungkook’s. Her eyes are big, her cheekbones are high, and her long hair perfectly frames her face. Your first initial thought was that she must be a model. That, or one of the boy’s girlfriends. But no one comes to greet her.

“That’s me,” you give a closed-lipped smile. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“Oh, no,” she laughs. Her voice is soft and elegant like a fairy’s. You hate how she makes you feel a little insecure despite not doing much. “I’m just here visiting. I used to come here a lot after the games. This will be one of my last times coming — I’m transferring this summer.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” you say. “I’m sorry but, how do you know my name?”

“I’m surprised you’re asking that, honestly,” she chuckles to herself. “It’s a known fact you’ve stolen the heart of the University’s superstar.”

“Oh,” you laugh. A weird blush of shyness comes to your cheeks.

“I’m Haneul, by the way. Park Haneul,” she reaches a hand out to yours. You take it, feeling strange at the softness of her skin. It’s like you’re touching velvet when her hand softly encloses yours. You’re not sure if you’re off-put by the handshake or not.

“I’d introduce myself, but it appears you already know me,” you laugh, more-so to yourself.

“I do,” she nods, letting go of your hand. “I’m surprised you don’t recognize my name, though.”

“Should I? I’m sorry. I’m usually not into a lot of the university things,” you explain. “Is there something I should know?”

“Well, other than the fact that I dated Jungkook for 3 years, probably not,” she laughs. Haneul’s hand comes up to her ear, tucking her long hair behind it, revealing a smidge of ink just below her ear lobe.

“Oh,” you gulp. Well, you weren’t expecting that.

“Yeah—um, sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I just,” she sighs. “There were a lot of memories made here. It’s kind of bittersweet to see him do the same things to you that he used to do to me.”

Your heart takes the punch hard.

Of course, you knew you weren’t the only woman to feel the softness of Jungkook’s skin or to see what he was like in the mornings or to hold his hand when he’s next to you. That doesn’t make you jealous.

But what does is the fact that Haneul’s choice of words makes it appear as if Jungkook’s motions aren’t made out to make you feel special and unique to you and him. Her tone suggests you’re just “another girl” in his book. And you don’t like that one bit.

Although Haneul hasn’t done much, her presence makes you want to leave. You don’t like the way she conveys her sentences, as if you’re insignificant to Jungkook. You could be feeling slightly jealous, but you also don’t want her to say another word about Jungkook without him here to defend himself.

“That’s nice,” is all you can muster. “Excuse me, but I have to get going.”

“Oh, of course,” she smiles. “I hope what I said didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. I just—Jungkook is a great guy. It’s all so disappointing now. He’s always had a way of making me feel special. Even now.”

“I’m sorry?” you ask. Even now? What does that mean?

“Oh, you don’t know?” she asks you innocently. “Jungkook still comes to see me every once and a while. Our families get along well, so it works out for both ends to see us in a room together. Even though we broke up a while ago, it’s as if we never did when our families meet.”

Your heart drops to your feet. You need some air. Jungkook isn’t here and you don’t feel comfortable taking words as facts from an ex-girlfriend. Although it hurts you to assume her words are true, you haven’t heard Jungkook’s side of the story yet. For all you know, she could be saying this just to get you to break up with him.

“I see. Excuse me,” you politely end the conversation, quickly making your way out of the stadium.

You nearly run to your car. You need to talk to Jungkook. Haneul was instigating you, and you feel it necessary to confirm with your boyfriend what is true and what isn’t. As hard as it is not to just assume things, you know this is the right thing to do. Getting upset over one side of the story is irrational, and it’s something you’ve been trying to work on over the past few months. Letting all your progress go over impatience will only make you feel disappointed.

Driving over to the back of the stadium, you see Jungkook in his new change of clothes: a black, oversized t-shirt and gray sweatpants. His hair is slightly wet, probably due to the shower he just gave himself, and his large duffle bag is thrown over his shoulder. Jungkook waves at you from his spot, the bunny smile on his face suggesting that he can’t wait to spend the rest of the day with you.

You park your car in front of him, unlocking your doors to let him in. Jungkook slides into the passenger, throwing his bag in the back.

The smell of fresh laundry and lilies floods your nostrils when he sits down on your seat. You can’t help but smile at Jungkook’s habits. The man cannot stand walking around in filth for more than 30 minutes post-workout or game. Just a little quirk you’ve come to learn about him. You’re not complaining whatsoever. Jungkook’s scent brings you home, and the fact that he’s so adamant about feeling clean and in his best skin adds to your list of things you love about this man.

“Took you long enough,” he laughs, taking your hand in his.

“Sorry, I got held up,” you squeeze his hand, smiling slightly at him.

“By who?” asks, kissing your knuckles.

You take a pause before continuing.

Is this the right time to bring it up? Jungkook just won one of the biggest games of the season. Would it be fair to destroy his post-game glory over something like this?

You never know when the right time is to bring this stuff up. There’s been plenty of fights and long conversations in your relationship so far, but the topics always brought themselves up naturally. And this…makes your tongue tie up in knots.

“No one,” you lie while shifting the car into drive. “Don’t worry about it.”

Jungkook knits his eyebrows together at your words, but nonetheless lets you two drive in peace. The rest of the car ride is silent, just the two of you listening to the radio before you reach your apartment. Your mind is racing about what Haneul said. Why hasn’t he told you about her? Is there something he’s hiding that he wants to keep away from you? Is there a big secret?

You continue your thoughts until you’re fumbling with the key to your apartment’s door. It’s cold out, and the crappy key jiggling in the lock makes your frustration and worry higher than normal.

“Can we have ramen tonight? I’m starving,” Jungkook asks from behind you, waiting for you to unlock the door. He wraps his arm around your waist, snuggling into your backside.

“We could probably order it. I think you had my last packet a few days ago,” you explain.

“Sorry,” he chuckles against your neck, kissing the skin of it while he’s there. You smile at his apology.

Finally your door bursts open, the familiar scent of home hitting you head-on. Jungkook trails behind, his large hands holding you against his body like a giant panda, causing you to waddle inside as he continues his antics.

“J-Jungkook,” you laugh. “I need to take off my coat.”

“No,” he protests. “Let me hold you.”

“You’re a child,” you smile, carefully pulling his hands from around your waist in order to take off your jacket. Once your coat is off, you open your arms for Jungkook to lunge into. His embrace is welcoming — so warm and comforting. You laugh as he holds you against his figure. Who would have thought that this strong guy was so cuddle deprived?

“Let’s lay down, no?” you suggest. Jungkook only takes your hand in his, guiding you to the living room. He plops down against the couch, patting his side as an invitation to join him.

You do, snuggling up to his waist. Jungkook’s body turns into yours, his chin resting on your head while your cheek holds itself against his chest.

“Is everything okay?” he whispers to you, rubbing your arm up and down.

“Mmhm,” you hum against his skin.

“I don’t know if I believe that,” he interrogates you. The confidence in his voice prompts you to bring your eyes up to lock with his own in confusion. “You’re off, y/n. Ever since you picked me up. What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.”

Jungkook caresses your cheek, searching your eyes for an answer. All you can do is sigh against his hand. He knows you too well already.

“Why haven’t you told me about Haneul?” you spit it out. The space between Jungkook’s eyebrows crinkles a little, and it takes a lot in you not to smooth them out with the inside of your thumb.

“Haneul? You met my ex?” he laughs through his nose.

You nod into his palm, feeling a little meek.

“What did she tell you?” he asks you again, swiping a thumb underneath your eye.

“Can you answer my question first?” you ask politely.

Jungkook nods, smiling down at you. His expression doesn’t have you worried one bit. Even though the thought of Haneul makes your insides twist with insecurity, being next to Jungkook cancels all of her negativity out.

“Haneul is irrelevant,” he starts. “She hasn’t been relevant since we broke up. I don’t like to talk about my ex’s with my girlfriend, either. That’s why I never mentioned her. It’s you and me, no? Not her and me.”

You nod into his palm. His explanation makes the butterflies flap their wings freely in your veins. Whenever he reiterates that you are his, the shyness within you brings itself out. It’s a good feeling to be a part of him.

“Your turn,” he cascades his hand on your cheek down to your fingers, interlocking them with his own.

“She told me that your families are close. And that you pretend to be together when you return home—that you still visit her sometimes,” you nervously laugh into his chest. It’s getting harder to look him in the eyes. Thinking about what she said about you and him makes you feel really insecure. It’s humiliating. “Stuff about you still making her feel special and all, despite the fact that you two aren’t dating anymore.”

“Y/n, look at me,” he whispers to you, holding your jaw in his palm. “Don’t believe a word she says. Yeah, our families are close, but we ended when we ended. It doesn’t go any further than that. I promise you.”

You nod into his palm, but he doesn’t seem too convinced.

“C’mere,” he pats his lap. You willingly follow, placing your hips on his own. This is your favorite seat, by far. Looking at your boyfriend from this angle makes your cunt swell with heat. He’s too angelic. Everything about him, all his bad habits and all his good, makes the urge to squeeze him until his soul has physically molded with yours a very hard thing not to indulge in.

Staring at his perfectly sculpted features, you wonder how he’d look with someone just as perfect as he is, and your mind instantly comes back to Haneul. Remembering the softness of her skin, the way her cheekbones so delicately lifted her face. It’s as if she was copy-pasted out of a Vogue magazine. The look of Jungkook and Haneul together would definitely turn eyes. But would you and Jungkook turn eyes? Do you match up to him at all? You’re no model or athlete, or really anyone other than an elementary school teacher, for that matter. Do you have what it takes to hold him like this?

“She was so pretty,” you breathe out, a small laugh following your confession. “Normally I don’t care about stuff like that. But she looked as if she was made to walk next to you, Jungkook. I just—this is so silly,” you shake your head, the embarrassment flooding your cheeks.

“You don’t think you’re pretty?” Jungkook squeezes your hips. “Do you know how long I pined because of your pretty ass?” You chuckle at his confession. “You don’t think we were made to walk next to each other?”

“No, well—I don’t know,” you stutter. Jungkook’s hands rub at your thighs, soothingly tracing up and down your skin. “Jungkook, you’re everything a girl can want, you know? I only want the best for you, and seeing that she really had it all was hard to come to terms with. Especially when she made it appear as if I could never be as significant to you as you were to her. With her beauty and all, I can’t help but compare.”

There’s a pause as you play with the fabric of his shirt. You sit on top of your boyfriend’s thighs, silently cursing at yourself for having admitted all of that. Who knew you were that insecure about it? Your own words surprise you.

“Clearly, I’m not doing my job correctly,” Your boyfriend observes.

“What?” you look up at him. Your boyfriend’s face is filled with disbelief, as if you just told him his dick is small.

“I thought I made it clear how gorgeous you are, but obviously I haven’t been doing enough to prove my point,”

“Jungkook, that’s not what I—”

“No, Y/n,” he interrupts, his eyebrows knitting together again. “I’m honestly kind of angry.”

You feel your heart drop in your chest. You feel weak above him. Not only have you let your demons take control of you, but you’ve also made your boyfriend angry. What else can go wrong?

“Everything that you do,” he continues. “I feel like my heart is going to explode in my chest. You’ve completely seized me, Y/n,” he laughs at the fact. “Haneul doesn’t compare to you. Not even Widowmaker compares to you. A-And if I have to pluck all my body hair off, one by one, with a tweezer to prove it, then I will.”

“Please don’t do that,” you laugh at his comment, the blush in your cheeks feeling uncomfortably hot. The weight in your chest slowly lifts from his confession, a sigh of relief falling from your lips.

“Okay, good,” he chuckles. The look in your boyfriend’s eyes suggests that he’s being 110% serious about the words he’s telling you. He’s being very vulnerable right now, and your heartstrings feel pulled by the fact that he’s become so comfortable around you to show that side of himself.

Jungkook gulps before he takes your hips in his hands again, squeezing them a little tighter.

“Seriously, baby, look at you,” he speaks quietly. Jungkook’s hands loosen in grip, rubbing circles on the skin underneath your shirt. He gulps before he takes your hips in his palms, softly grinding them right over his cock. He pushes your core down against him as he pushes his hips upwards. He’s not entirely hard, but you can tell he’s definitely not soft. “Do you not feel what you do to me? You haven’t even done anything and I’m already losing my composure.” he laughs at himself, the shyness in himself shows through in his confession.

You can’t help but blush as you trace the outline of the tattoos on his arm, your finger following the ink on his skin in swirls and jagged lines. His skin is warm, the smoothness of it allowing you to glide your fingers in whichever direction you desire.

Jungkook watches you above him, your touch intoxicating his blood with every trace you make against his skin. He watches your eyes study him, memorizing every curve and divot of his structure. He’s never had anyone look at him like that — with all the stars in their eyes. He’s never had anyone hold him like he meant the world to them. You’re a giant question that he’s not afraid to leave unanswered. Instead, he feels determined to answer all of you in his own way; to figure you out all by himself.

“Do you understand?” he asks you quietly. “I don’t like to compare, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I mean—“ he laughs at himself. “I spent three years with Haneul, spending the entire time begging to feel what I felt with you within just a few hours of meeting you. Hell, it’s only been 4 months and I want to move in with you.”

You softly laugh at that. Jungkook sends you a lopsided smile; that look in his eyes transfers comfort into your veins. “I really like you, Jungkook,” you confess, your hands coming to the skin of his abdomen.

Jungkook’s cheeks turn red from your words. Yes, he’s heard you tell him you like him multiple times. But never with that glint in your eyes. Never with the shyness of your vulnerability. He feels honored, like he’s just been crowned king.

“I really like you, too,” he smiles up at you.

The urge to kiss him is too great. So, you do. Leaning down to him, his cherry lips lock with yours before he glides his tongue softly against your own. Jungkook’s hands caress your cheeks, securing your face against his.

Kissing you always fills Jungkook with this emotional, overwhelming urge to tell you everything he’s never told anyone before. The trust he’s built with you is something so strong, he can’t help but feel like the safest person in the world when you’re near. You fill him with a desire to push himself harder.

A little bit of that desire creeps up into his system, still not fully convinced that you believe that you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes on.

With a new determination filling his veins, Jungkook bites your lip, pulling on it slightly before gently letting go. A trail of shared spit connects your lips as he pulls away just enough to touch your nose with his. You lick your lips, breaking the connection, but Jungkook doesn’t mind. Instead, he kisses the bridge of your nose with his wet lips. And then your cheek, your jaw, and down to your neck.

The skin there is always somewhat bruised. One of Jungkook’s most frequently displayed kinks is giving hickies. As often as you have complained that you work with children and that he should be aiming lower so that you could cover them correctly, Jungkook can’t help himself. Your sweet spot is where everyone can see, and the moans that flow from your lips when he grazes the skin there are too rich to pass up. He’d pay for however many foundation bottles you want if it meant he got to cover you up in his marks.

He’s memorized every inch of your neck and has learned that this particular spot between the L of your jaw and your clavicle is the most sensitive.

Jungkook sucks in the skin there, prompting you to rest your forearms against his chest. You pant into his ear as he abuses the spot. It’s still purple from the countless times within the past few days he’s sucked there, the sensitivity overwhelming as he tries his best to be gentle.

You grind your hips into his own, the bulge in his sweatpants fully hard as he groans in your ear. You detach yourself from his lips, coming to press your nose against his cheek.

You look at your boyfriend as if he’s a marble sculpture. He makes you really nervous, especially when he touches and looks at you like that. The nervousness he sends through your system shows as you run your shaky fingers through his hair.

“Woah,” he chuckles, gently clutching at your clammy palm. “Why are you so nervous?”

“S-Shut up,” you shy away into his neck.

“No, tell me,” he laughs, smoothing out the cold sweatiness of your palm with his thumb.

“I dunno~” you cry into his neck. This is embarrassing. You don’t know what the hell just came over you. It’s as if all of your composure just washed away.

Somehow, when you locked eyes with him, it all set in stone. You feel strange. A bit of horny mixed with a dramatic amount of need to tell him something that you feel is too early to say.

Jungkook rubs at your back as you fight to gain your composure from the depths of his neck and the couch pillows.

“Y/n, baby,” he whispers to you with a small chuckle. “C’mere.”

You obey him, red cheeks meeting with his own.

“C-Can we try something?” he asks you.

“Like what?” you sigh shakily above him.

Jungkook takes a deep breath in and a deep breath out, a shy smile forming on his face before he reaches around the couch and opens the drawer to one of the lamp tables. From the drawer, you hear the clanking of metal, and your mind goes into a frenzy.

“We don’t have to try them if you don’t want to,” he suggests, fumbling the silver handcuffs between your bodies nervously. “I just—“ he gulps. “I wanted to—um. I want to show you a lot of things, and I dunno, I thought this was a pretty good way of doing so.”

All you feel the strength to do is touch the cold metal of the handcuffs. Your pussy is drenched in arousal right now. Jungkook putting you in handcuffs? You feel like you might reach your high in seconds.

You hadn’t realized how long you had gone without giving him an answer until he calls out your name.

“W-We don’t have to,” he assumes your discomfort, placing his hands over your own.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

He remembers when Taehyung had suggested handcuffs to him about a month ago. You two have no problem displaying how much you want each other in the bedroom. But when Jungkook came to Taehyung asking why he felt like he wasn’t conveying all that he wanted to with the way he fucked you, Tae suggested his own useful trick that he ensured worked every time: handcuffs. And so, Jungkook has kept them in the lamp table’s drawer in your apartment ever since, hoping that one day he’d grow the balls to ask you if he could use them on you. But now he’s asked. And he’s scared that he has maybe overstepped the line.

“No,” you gulp, finally breaking your gaze from the metal between you two. “I want to, Kook.”

“You sure?” he lets out a sigh of relief. Jungkook still feels tense until you exhale with a blush.

“I’m not sure what it is you want to show me, but if this is how you want to do it, then who am I to say no?” you smile. “Cuff me, Kook.”

“F-Fuck,” he feels his dick twitch at your permission. His own nervousness shows as his shaky hands take the key and unlock both sides of the silver cuffs.

“Woah,” you repeat, looking at his hands as an antagonizing smirk plays on your lips. “Why are you so nervous?”

“Don’t start,” he laughs while he unlocks the last cuff. Jungkook looks up at you, playing with his bottom lip between his teeth as he breathes under you nervously.

You start to take your shirt off, but Jungkook stops you with a firm fist around your wrist.

“Don’t,” he demands, gently letting go of your hand. “I’m doing everything tonight.”

You can tell he’s really nervous, a complete contrast to the normally overly confident Jungkook who likes to make a regular appearance in the bedroom. This is a new side of him, and you’re excited to see where this goes.

You allow him to slide your shirt off your shoulders, his touch sending shivers down your spine from the coldness of his fingertips. There are purple and blue marks all over your chest, evidence that you two have done this multiple times before. But both of you act as if this is your first time.

Jungkook reaches around you, unclasping your bra expertly from behind. He waits for your bra to fall off your shoulders, but you hold the cups of your bra against your breasts. Much to his dismay, Jungkook frowns at your hesitance.

His own large hands clasp over yours, detaching them from your bra and wrapping them around your back. Your bra falls from its place, and you watch as Jungkook comes forward to press his lips against your skin as his other hand finds the metal of the cuffs. While wrapping his lips around your nipple, the clicking sound of the cuffs secures themselves around your wrists. He detaches his lips, tugging at the cuffs tightly to make sure you’re trapped in before his hands find purchase on your waist.

His touch is warmer now, as if all of his cold left when he secured you in the confines of metal. Jungkook starts to sway your hips against his once again, creating friction that causes him to moan against your ribs. Normally, you’d run your hands through his hair as he kissed down your body, and the habit shows when you find yourself making your first tug at the cuffs behind you.

Jungkook grins when he notices, the idea of the cuffs only fueling his desire more. His hope was that you’d understand how badly he wants you through the cuffs. Taehyung made it all make sense to him. When a person is cuffed, their habits of feeling are reminded to them. Touching your partner, feeling them as they have sex with you, is just as important as verbal communication. But Jungkook has never been very good at verbal communication. But he has at physical communication. And if Jungkook hadn’t felt like you understood just how important that is — that this is his way of showing you that you mean the moon, grass, and soil to him — then he will take your touch away to remind you how deeply you two are connected. By the end of it all, he hopes you do. Simply telling you is not enough, but showing you and telling you? That’s what he’s getting at.

He smiles against the area between your breasts, placing a kiss there before he ups the speed. The friction causes you both to moan. Jungkook continues to dry hump you, enjoying the feeling of his cock below you until he imagines it rubbing against your cunt. At the thought, he gently pushes you off his lap, standing up to pull his sweats and underwear all the way off. You gulp at the sight of his dick, so big and ready to fuck you into the cushions of the couch. But that look in your boyfriend’s eye suggests that you have a long way to go before he indulges in that desire.

Jungkook takes your chin in his thumb, tilting it up to his features.

“Suck,” he demands, eyeing down at his dick. You feel your arms strain against the cuffs again, wanting to rest your hands against his thighs as you suck him to no tomorrow. But you can’t, and Jungkook smiles again.

You gulp as he aligns his head to your lips, looking up at him from your kneeling spot on the couch. You take him in anyways, staring at his eyes fluttering at the feeling of your lips around his cock.

“Yeahh,” he moans, his hands pressing your head further towards his pelvis, forcing you to take him in more. “Just like that, baby,” he pants.

He lets you choke on him until it is hard for you to breathe, a long trail of spit connecting your lips to his cock as you pant below him.

You look like a fucking goddess and a sudden memory of your first time with him flashes back into his brain. A wicked smile forms on his face, and a shoot of excitement floods through your veins. With his idea in mind, Jungkook whips you around onto your back, falling in between your thighs as he nearly rips your pants and underwear off your body. Jungkook’s chest tightens at the sight of your glistening cunt. He hikes your legs up, sliding his face in between your thighs.

“Fucking god, y/n,” he breathes against your folds. “Look at you. You gonna squirt for me, princess?” he asks you, pressing his tongue against your clit.

“J-Jungkook,” you moan at the feeling. He laps you up, paying special attention to your clit before he brings his hand down to rub his fingers between your folds. “Please,”

“Please what?” he demands, slipping a finger in. Your back arches at the feeling, the urge to press his head into your cunt getting too great to hold back.

“I wanna touch you,” you cry out, pulling at the chains connecting your arms behind your back.

“Oh no,” Jungkook laughs against your clit, sending vibrations throughout your body. “You’re not doing any of that tonight. It’s all me. Only me.”

“Kook,” you whine, the desire to pull at his hair coming back once again. You’re starting to miss touching him.

Jungkook smiles up at you before going back to work. He’s sucking on you hard, eating you out like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have in his life. It’s warm and wet and Jungkook knows so well what he’s doing. He’s added two extra fingers, curling them against the spot that makes you see stars. Your toes start to curl as your thighs trap Jungkook’s head against your cunt.

“J-Jungkook, too much,” you cry. Your clit is starting to feel numb as he sucks and hums against it. Jungkook detaches his lips from your pussy, his face completely covered in your arousal before he pushes your thighs upwards. The look in his eye is absolutely demonic, and you’d be lying if you told yourself that it wasn’t one of the hottest looks on him.

Jungkook presses both his hands against your thighs, keeping them against your chest, before he buries his nose in your cunt again. This time, he’s circling your clit with his tongue fast. He’s determined to make you squirt and you know it.

“C’mon baby, squirt on my face,” he hums against you, his pace growing faster.

It’s getting hard to control at this point, and with a certain flick of his tongue, you find yourself doing just that.

It’s intense. You’re arching your back and creating cuts and bruises against your wrist from the cuffs. Tears stream down your face as you release on Jungkook. The sounds are lewd, and you always find yourself in the pit of embarrassment after you do something like that, but Jungkook has a way of tearing it out of you no matter how hard you try to control it.

“There you go, baby,” he coos at you, his hand rubbing at your cunt as you shed the last few gushes of your release. Your cushions are absolutely ruined. You’re probably going to have to get them dry-cleaned.

You’re a panting mess below him, tears still flowing down your face as you try to gain your composure. You feel Jungkook crawl on top of you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. Jungkook has mentioned before that you squirting does something to him. Makes him lose his control like a damn madman, and you’re expecting nothing less. With the handcuffs adding to his pleasure, you’re not sure how much of his control he’s going to have left. The thought excites you.

“Y/n,” Jungkook kisses your forehead. “You on earth?”

You shake your head, too busy trying to regain your breath to form a proper response.

Jungkook let’s out a jagged chuckle. His dick is painfully hard. He doesn’t think he’s been this hard since he first discovered porn. It feels like a stiff, metal rod has replaced his dick. It’s straining, and somewhat painful as it twitches at the sight of the hickies on your skin.

“Jungkook,” you let out a breathy moan, and Jungkook’s attention is right back on your face. “Fuck me, please,”

Well, who the hell is he to deny such a request?

Jungkook nods against your neck before pulling away from your body and flipping you onto your knees. Your chest is level with the cushions, ass up and ready for him to slip in. But Jungkook stops to grab ahold of your cuffed hands. He grips the metal connecting your arms, tugging on it a few times before he slips into your cunt with a grunt.

Jungkook fucks you like an animal. He’s pulling on your chain, gripping your waist, bucking his hips into yours with an unrelenting pace. This is what it must feel like to be fucked by a Jungkook who has lost control. He’s all over the place, you can barely tell what his next move is, but it feels too good to ask him to stop.

Jungkook pulls your body upwards, your back flush with his chest. His hand comes up to gently choke at your neck.

“You feel it?” he asks you, biting into your shoulder to muffle a moan. “You feel it, baby?”

All you can do is nod, not quite getting at what he’s saying. He’s hitting your cervix with every pump, so, yeah, you can feel it.

But something in Jungkook isn’t satisfied with your answer. He flips you around, your back against the cushions again. Jungkook’s forearms fall against the fabric at the side of your head, his nose pressing against yours as he slips into you once more.

“No, Y/n,” he gulps. It’s hard for his eyes not to flutter to the back of his head. He’s holding in his release so good for you, but it’s getting hard to keep a steady pace. However, he’s not going to stop until he gets the answer he wants. “Do you feel it? Do you feel what I’m trying to tell you?”

Your hands strain against the cuffs again, and your head falls back in a frustrated moan from your inability to wrap your hands around his neck and feel him under your fingertips.

And then it hits you.

Although Jungkook’s been trying to work on his communication skills, he’s always been better at showing you rather than telling you. There were times when Jungkook owed you words, like when he spilled coffee all over your student’s projects. He’s worked on that and his inability to say certain things when he’s wrong. But when he’s not, he’s all actions.

Even now, the deep things that he really wants you to understand are never said repeatedly to get the point across. The more you got to know him, the more you realized that Jungkook is really a shower, not a teller. He shows you through his actions, and this is one of those moments.

Your eyes come to meet his, the desperation in them begging that you understand, begging that you feel his message. And you shed a tear, finally realizing that you do.

“You love me,” you whisper against his lips.

Jungkook lets out a sigh of joy, his hand cupping your jaw.

“Yes,” he laughs breathlessly against you, the pressure finally lifting off his shoulders. “I love you, Y/n.”

Jungkook rests his forehead against yours before placing a firm kiss on top of it. His release is too close for comfort, and he’s finding it hard not to cum his balls inside you from the fact that you understood what he was trying to tell you.

“You can cum now, Kook,” you kiss his cheek. Jungkook nods, his face falling into your neck shyly as he grips your hips with his palms. He isn’t bothered that you didn’t reply to him yet. This was his message to you. If you reciprocate, that’s amazing. But if you don’t, he’s still going to love you. He can’t help it. Loving you is as easy as breathing.

Jungkook fucks into you harshly for a few more seconds before his dick starts to twitch and he’s spilling his release inside you. The moans that fall from his mouth are music to your ears, his voice like honey muffled into the skin of your neck. You can feel the wetness of his release fight to ooze out of our hole. But he plugs you tight, making sure you’ve milked every last drop of cum out of his release.

After a few minutes of allowing Jungkook to gain his breath, the pain of the cuffs holding your wrists starts to register. It’s extremely painful, and Jungkook shoots up in fear that he might have done something.

“T-The cuffs,” you explain. Jungkook hurriedly slips out of you, ignoring the slop of combined cum waterfall-ing out of your pussy, to turn you around and uncuff you.

He examines your wounds, immediately feeling terrible about the idea. He reaches for the key on the coffee table and starts messing with the lock.

The metal falls off your wrists with a seethe of pain coming from your lips. Your wrists are blue, purple, red, and slightly bleeding in all sorts of different places. Jungkook falls back on his calves, helping you to move in the direction you want.

“Y-Y/n, I,” he bites his lip, angry at himself for thinking this was a good idea. Look at what he’s done.

“I’m okay, Kookie,” you smile, gently holding your wrists. Jungkook shakes his head, reaching out for your fingers.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” he apologizes, his fingers gently cascading over your wounds. “I didn’t mean for it to get this far.”

“Hey,” you press a palm to his cheek. “Don’t do this to yourself,” you observe, reading his mind like an open book. “I wanted this, Jungkook. It’s not your fault.”

“It wasn’t my intention to hurt you,” he looks at you.

“Whoever said I didn’t like the pain?” you chuckle.

Jungkook gives you a coy smile.

“L-Lemme go get the first aid kit,” he stands up. “And…some towels.”

You nod at him before he moves out of your vision. The time you spend while Jungkook is gone is spent wondering how the fuck you’re going to clean your couch. It’s drenched in naughty juices. You don’t think you have it in you to drop it off at the dry cleaners. But you also don’t have the money for a new couch.

“I’ll get you a new one,” Jungkook reads your mind as he comes from the kitchen. “There’s no way anyone’s going to be able to fix that,” he laughs.

“You don’t have to do that,” you say, allowing him to wipe up whatever sweat and cum that is littered all over your body with a towel. He’s put on the pair of basketball shorts he forgot one time when he was over. A part of you is mad he found them because you’ve enjoyed wearing them since he left them here.

“I want to,” he smiles reassuringly. Jungkook takes a folded t-shirt and slips it over your head. It’s one of his team t-shirts — his favorite one, with “JEON 07” plastered on the back of it. Your heart swells when he looks at you wearing it, like you’re his most valuable win.

“I love you, Jungkook,” you say, staring at his awed features. Jungkook quickly pulls out of them though, with a look of concern replacing his features.

“You don’t have to say that just because I did,” he shakes his head. “I don’t want you to feel like you are obligated to feel the same way, I just wa—”

“Jungkook,” you cut him off. “I’m being serious.”

Jungkook shuts up, his mouth going dry while he stares at you with the biggest doe eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Y-You’re serious?” he asks you in disbelief.

“I’m serious,” you nod, laughing at his expression.

“Fuck, um—” he gulps, his hands rubbing at his thighs, trying to wipe off the sweat. “Really?” he folds his lips together. It’s as if he wasn’t expecting you to reciprocate his feelings at all. The thought has you giggling. Who couldn’t love him?

“Kiss me, you idiot,” you laugh. God, this man is so fucking adorable.

Jungkook stills, which prompts you to lean forward, pressing your lips onto his.

It’s as if time completely stopped when you told him you loved him. Somewhere in his brain, he didn’t even register that as a possibility until you proved it to be one. What the fuck is going on??? Is he even on earth?!

He totally isn’t. He’s in heaven, and he feels your lips against yours, and you're wearing his t-shirt, and you’re holding his hands, and he can feel your presence, and you love him. Fuck, you love him and he’s sitting there like an idiot, lips unmoving, as you confirm that you do.

Jungkook mentally slaps himself back to life, basking in the feeling of your swollen lips against his. He sighs into your mouth, letting go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

You pull away, smiling up at him as you do. Your boyfriend is completely flushed.

“What?” you poke his chest, a shy grin plastered on your face.

“Nothing, I just—what the fuck,” he chuckles to himself in disbelief.

“What? You don’t believe me?” you smirk. “Maybe you need a turn with the cuffs.”

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023] 

UR WRITING IS SO AMAZING UR SO TALENTED IM SCREAMING😡💓

AHHH STOP IT, IM BLUSHING 😾🫶

hey can i be on the taglist for university superstar? 🥺

Hi hi hi!! I am honestly still considering a taglist atm 😔

When I decide to do them or not, I will probably make an announcement. But as for right now, I'm going to stick to a hashtag for University Superstar so that it can be easy to find on my blog or on the app.

The tag will be just #universitysuperstar and #university superstar

I hope that's okay

University Superstar is 🤌🏻 Just so, SO good. I can do totally picture your JK 🫠🥴Thanks for sharing your immense talent with us🫰🏻 I’m an old ass fangirl and thought maybe if you ever decide to write asks that you could write about Namjoon with a much older artist or museum docent. 😏 I may or may not have had an exhibition or two 🖼️ and the idea that Kim Namjoon saw any of my pieces sends me… ⚰️

Kim Namjoon Drabble 1

[Summary]: Kim Namjoon is a frequent visitor at the museum you work at. In fact, he’s visited so often, he’s gained your museum's platinum gold card for passes on all exhibitions and the cafeteria’s sweet tea. You’ve come to realize that Namjoon is the biggest art nerd you’ve ever met outside of yourself when he started to find you after every exhibition and ask you questions about the artist. However, your subtle feelings for the man start to go a-wire when he beings to ask questions about you instead.

[Theme]: MuseumDocent!AU, Artist!AU, ArtNerdNamjoon!AU, Museum!AU, FriendsToLovers!AU

[Rating]: Fluffy fluff fluff; slice of life.

[Word Count]: 1,773

[A/N]: Hmmmm, this is going to be difficult. Mainly because I am only slightly younger than our golden maknae, Jjk. However, that doesn’t go to say that I haven’t read scenarios where Y/n was older than one of the members…but I also have not personally written any like that either. BUT! That doesn’t mean I can’t try. I hope this meets your expectations.

Besides, Namjoon in a museum makes me leek 🥬

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You love this museum.

The smell of it, the look of it, the organization of it — you love it all. You love it so much, you’ve become a docent there.

Walking about the museum while you flaunt your knowledge on the various famous pieces, featured pieces, and sometimes, some of your own pieces, has been the source of your happiness for years now.

Your job never lets you down. In fact, you find that by the end of the day, your spirits have been lifted higher than what it was the last time you came home from work.

Especially nowadays.

Recently, a certain someone has been a part of nearly every single tour you have conducted within the past two weeks. He’s a tall man — sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the many old people and young children in the groups you guide. Not to mention, he's one of the most attractive people you have ever seen. Shaggy hair, brown eyes, and teeth that flash at you with every new piece of information you tell him, the man has somewhat stolen your heart. Even more so when he somehow finds you at the end of each guide to hound you for hours about the artists he found the most intriguing.

Kim Namjoon was his name, and given the many times he’s found you in the museum’s cafeteria after a guide, you’ve come to notice that the man has become such a frequent visitor he became eligible for the museum’s platinum gold membership card. Free sweet tea and admission to docent-guided tours, he took the upgrade and has since joined in on your groups.

There’s a pep and swing in your step as you make your way to work today. That twinge of nervousness you also contain shows as you shakily open the doors to the museum.

“You excited?” one of your best friends, Taehyung, asks. He’s smiling wide, clenching a pencil in his hand as he waits for your answer. You almost think he could be more excited than you with the way his eyes crinkle and his finger taps at the wood of the receptionists’ desk.

“You have no idea,” you laugh, swiping into the room that he stands in. You quickly clock in before you wipe your sweaty hands on the fabric of your skirt, hoping that your claminess goes away soon.

“I saw some of your pieces,” he faces you. “I still can’t believe those came from you! I know you’ve showed your pieces here before, but these are beyond anything I’ve ever seen you do. It’s like you went mad or something.”

You smile at his comment, a little blush forming on your face as you accept his compliment.

“That reminds me,” Taehyung grins once again. “A certain man by the name of Kim Namjoon is coming to your welcome exhibit. ‘Was the first to sign up.”

“I know,” you laugh. “He really likes art. It’s crazy how smart he is, too. I swear he grasps knowledge like a computer.”

“I dunno,” Taehyung purses his lips. “Seems he might like something else, too,”

“Stop it,” you shoot him a look. “Namjoon is an innocent nerd. Besides, I swear I’m like 10 years older than him.”

“Actually, 6 1/2,” Taehyung corrects.

“Point proven,” You observe while messing around with the computer in front of you.

“You do realize that there’s 5 other museum docents in this place, right?” your friend laughs. “Not to mention you usually conduct guides at the most inconvenient times for the general public. I doubt he’d come here and schedule tours with you if it meant he didn’t get to see you at any given moment during the week.”

“Have you ever thought of the possibility that maybe I'm just really good at my job?” you ask him teasingly.

“That’s not what I meant,” he laughs.

“I know,” you commence your teasing. “What I mean to say is, Namjoon is too… pure for that. I sincerely haven’t noticed a single flirtatious intent or ‘look in his eye’ during the multiple times he’s been here. Genuinely, he loves art and wants to know everything about it before moving on to learning about the next art style, time period, or artist he chooses to jump to next.”

“You could be right,” he looks to the door realizing that a customer has started walking up to the receptionist area. “Or he may have been asking me about you since before he started tagging along on your guides.”

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You’re thinking about what Taehyung said all day.

He’s been asking about you? What specifically has he been asking about? And for how long has he been doing so before he started making an appearance at every guide you conducted?

Questions flood your mind, but excitement also overwhelms it.

Your exhibit has fully opened.

All your selected pieces for this have been displayed just like how you envisioned them to be. There's a crowd of people waiting to see what you’ve got, and best of all, Namjoon is there. He’s got a giant notebook in his hand, a cup of coffee in the other, and a big smile on his face as he spots you amongst the crowd.

You’re busy greeting critics, familiar faces, friends, family, and coworkers while you answer various questions and walk around the room explaining your art. You almost forget Namjoon is there until you get a free moment, and a tap on your shoulder sends a warm reminder that your eager art enthusiast has made it to your exhibit.

“I didn’t know you were an artist,” he smiles in awe while pointing to a painting near you two with the back of his pencil. “I have to say, though. Your pieces really make me think.”

“I’m no stranger to your questions, Namjoon. You know you can always ask me anything,” you blush.

“What was your muse?” he asks, still staring at the painting he pointed at. You have to turn around to look at which piece he’s talking about. Of course, this was one of your favorites out of all the pieces. You spent years on this one. Multiple trips to the same space out of the country, talks with natives, and fully immersing yourself like one. This one took the most thought and energy you’ve ever put into a piece. You’re flattered he’s mentioned this one out of all the others first.

“For this one, specifically? Or for the general theme of the exhibit?” you double-check.

“For this one — although, that was my second question,” he laughs. “I just happened to notice this one didn’t really match the theme. The rest all fall within a certain feeling, but this one caught my eye first.”

“I’m glad,” you banter. “This one is my favorite.”

“It’s mine, too,” he smirks, the warmness in his eyes flaming your entire body.

“As for the muse, it’s still hard to define,” you candor. “This one took the longest. So many stages of my 20s and mid-life crises and, well, life were all a mosh-pit of emotions on this one. I could only work on it in Iceland, too.”

“Iceland?”

“Yes,” you laugh at yourself. Saying it out loud, it sounded stranger than you thought it would. “So much inspiration came to me there. Before I knew it, I started saving the majority of my money just to travel there and work on this piece there.”

There's a pause. The business of the room engulfs you as the two of you look at your piece.

“I want to know you, Y/n,” he suddenly blurts out. You almost get whip-lash from how quickly you turn your head to face him once again. “You’re seriously such a talent to me. I want to know you and all your muses. What got you into art and art history and working here. All of it — I want to know it all.”

Now you’re seriously confused.

Maybe it was the way Taehyung told you that it was a likely possibility that Namjoon did like you despite your previous observations that he didn’t. Or maybe it's that glint in his eye that suggests that he truly wants to know more about you other than the fact that you work and present your art in the museum he frequently goes to. You don’t know. But you’ve always been opportunistic, so you take his mysterious sentiment into question.

“Namjoon, have you been talking about me with my co-worker?” you ask, that speed in your heartbeat making its way up your chest.

Namjoon blushes, smiling down at his notepad. “I knew that loser couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” he laughs to himself. “I have. But I promise, all good things.”

“Namjoon, I have to be honest. Taehyung did say some thi—”

“It’s all true,” he nods his head while looking back up at you. “Listen Y/n, as much as I love your tours, this was the one I wanted to go on the most. Your art, your voice, your presence —this is what I was the most curious about. All those questions about the artists I asked you about after those tours — I genuinely just loved listening to your passion. Hearing you talk about what you love and looking at you show off the work you put your soul into. I dunno, maybe I’ve developed a crush.”

Your heart beats out of your chest. Are you really that oblivious? You’re 6 1/2 years older than this man — you should know when a person has been crushing on you by now!

“Namjoon, I’m old,” you blurt, laughing at yourself. A part of you can't help but feel a little insecure about your age. One to two years and you're usually in the 'go' for a lot of romantic things and partnerships with others. But 6 1/2? That's more so unheard of nowadays.

“I could call you ajumma if you wanted,” he smiles teasingly.

“I’ll kill you,” you playfully threaten him. The flutter in your tummy is a little too overwhelming as he flashes his teeth at you, that look telling you that he’s really serious about this crush he’s developed.

“Seriously, Y/n, I couldn’t give a fuck about age,” he says. “I stand by the fact that I’d become gay and date a 570-year-old da Vinci if he were still alive today.”

“Art whore,” you laugh.

“So let me take you out,” he continues, simmering his laughter. “Coffee tomorrow at 10?”

You feel a strange weight lifted off your shoulders. Nodding your head at his question, you feel like you’ve maybe developed a new muse.

[End]

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[A/N]: Ajumma (아줌마) - [N], a Korean term referring to a married or middle-aged woman; typically a woman of one's parents' age or older.

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023] 

please please more chapters of University Superstar🙏🏻🙏🏻😍

I absolutely will! Working on it rn! 🧞‍♀️

I have a few scenarios planned out in my head, but school is nuts and life is even more nuts, so Imma try and get them out as fast as time allows me to.

details: jungkook and his beautiful body art ♡ (part 1)