Omg University Superstar Is So Good And That Drabble With The Kids Is So Sweet Omg I Cant Help But Imagine

Omg university superstar is so good 😭😭😭 and that drabble with the kids is so sweet omg i cant help but imagine one of oc's students liking her so much, they claim they'll marry her when they're older (you know like how kids do that to their parent) and kook just getting slightly jealous cuz oc is kook's forever!!

University Superstar Drabble 2

[Summary]: Jungkook is competitive. In fact, he's so competitive that he's come to realize that that side of him doesn't dwindle with anyone. Not even with 5-year-olds. Not even with one of your students, Ju-Won, who claims he is your husband.

[Theme]: UniversitySuperstar!AU, Jock!Jk, LacrossePlayer!JK x TeacherIntern!Y/N, EstablishedRealtionship!AU

[Rating]: Flufffff, 18+ for mentions of the deed, fun competition between a grown man and a child

[Word Count]: 2,070

[A/N]: I may or may not have received butterflies in my tum while writing this.

[Masterlist] [Drabble (3)]

Making out with Jungkook is by far your favorite pastime. He’s so much softer than you anticipated, most especially in the morning. Although his morning breath is terrible and his morning wood pokes you with every given moment, the innocence of his intent is too much to deny. Jungkook is truly hard to resist.

His body glimmers with sleep, sluggish and covered in nothing but a pair of black Calvin’s and the duvet’s sheets. But he finds it within himself to wrap you in his embrace and keep you warm against his skin. A tattooed arm comes to rub at your back, tracing gentle circles along the knots of your spine with his fingertips.

Jungkook hums into your mouth as you kiss him, prompting you to tilt your head just a little further to taste the honey of his mouth. With his permission, he allows you to do so.

His hair is knotty and messy, brown locks sticking up in every which way. But you allow yourself to run your fingers through his soft locks, pulling on them every so often, knowing it gets him feeling a certain way.

He’s pliable when he kisses you like this. Just a pure good boy wanting to feel you love him. Jungkook loves when you hold him; every inch of you makes him melt, feeling like his skin fuses with yours with every touch. The way you touch him fuels him in a way you’d probably never understand.

However, your boyfriend groans in discontent as you pull away from his lips, breaking the kiss.

“I have to go to work,” you chuckle against his cheek, gently pushing against his chest.

He only pushes himself closer, shaking his head 'no' as he comes back to kiss you. Legs intermingle with yours, wrapping around you and forcing you to trap your heat within the sheets.

“Yes,” you giggle, turning your head away from him when he tries to kiss you again.

The pout on his lips almost makes you regret denying him. But it’s 10:25 and you only have 20 minutes to get ready if you want to make it to work on time.

“No,” he croaks, morning voice prevalent. “Stay with me.”

Jungkook buries his nose in your neck, inhaling the smell of your skin. You smell like rain and roses and he can’t get enough. You’re addicting, but even more so when he recognizes his own scent adorning your skin. The reminder of last night is prevalent as he wraps his arms around your back, pulling your chest close to his. You’re in his t-shirt, and he smiles with pride when the mixture of himself and yourself come together as one.

“I can’t, Kook,” you kiss the crown of his head. “I gotta teach these children. They’re in a critical learning stage. Missing a day is not an option.”

“You’re only an intern, though,” he wines. “Why isn’t the actual teacher doing her job?”

“Because I’m the intern,” you laugh. “I am Mrs. Kim’s bitch until I get my teaching certificate.”

“Wrong,” he smiles into your skin, biting it a little afterward. “You’re my bitch.”

The way your interning works is usually a mixed system. Either you teach for the first half of the day, the second half of the day, or together with Mrs. Kim. Today is a second-half-of-the-day type of schedule, and you’re glad you were able to sleep in a little while longer than usual.

Whether intentional or not, Jungkook’s morning wood presses against your core as his legs wrap tighter around your own. You’re not wearing anything besides his t-shirt, so the feeling of his clothed cock against your entrance makes it harder for you to keep your word.

“Talk that up with Mrs.Kim, babe,” you chuckle, pulling him up by the chin just enough to give his forehead a peck. “Now let me go. I have 5 minutes to cover all these hickies and look like we didn’t have 3 rounds of sex last night.”

“My point exactly,” he smirks, letting you out of his embrace. He situates his cock in his boxers with an uncomfortable clearing of the throat. He tries not to look at the wet mark your pussy left on the fabric of them while you move away. Staring down at his unclothed chest, you watch him move his hands away from his boxers and point at you in discussion. “That’s an odd number. Gotta make it 4 or else it’ll be bad luck.”

“Says Who?” You squint, trying to see the logic in even vs. odd numbered sex.

“Says anyone ever,” he raises an eyebrow, an antagonizing smirk forming on his lips. “Not joking.”

“You’re impossible,” you laugh, rolling your eyes as you turn from him and make your way into the bathroom. You hear your boyfriend’s laughs as you walk away, trying to hide the smile that dares to make its way onto your face.

You’ve never had to buy green concealer before you met Jungkook. But he’s a sex demon, and he loves to turn you into a human plum at any given moment. Hence, you start your hasty effort in getting ready with it, covering up the multiple spots on your neck that your selected outfit does not hide.

To your surprise, by the time you’re out of the bathroom, Jungkook’s well-dressed and groomed. Gray sweatpants and black t-shirt, your boyfriend admits the most comfortable aura you wish you could surround yourself in all day. It's a bittersweet sight.

“Where are you headed?” You smile, slipping your hands around his waist.

“Gonna drive you to work,” he suggests. A tattooed hand comes up to your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’ll pick you up. I have nothing going on today besides practice from 11-2.”

“No classes?” you ask, surprised.

“Not on Mondays,” he kisses the bridge of your nose.

“Okay,” you smile, kissing his lips softly before you head out the door.

----

Jungkook walks with you into the school. He claims he wants to say 'hi' to Principal Green, but you know he just wants to spend as much time with you as he can before you’re off teaching. However, when you enter the teacher’s lounge, there’s a screaming kid sitting at the table with a very concerned and slightly pissed-off Aecha.

“Thank God!” Aecha exhales as you walk in. The weight physically lifts off her shoulders at the sight of you.

“Is everything okay?” you ask. You drop your bag near the door before coming over to her and the wailing child.

The student is one of the kids in your class, Ju-Won. At the sound of your voice, the small boy hops out of his chair and nearly jumps into your arms, sobbing into your dress shirt.

“He fell and scraped his knee at recess,” Aecha pinches the skin between her eyes. “We’ve been trying to clean his wounds, but he won’t let any of us besides you do it.”

“Ju-Won,” you frown. “What’s this about?” you softly pat his head, lifting him back down onto the chair. The first aid kit is on the table, stuff scattered everywhere probably from multiple attempts from Aecha trying to help him. You immediately start pulling picking out the supplies you need and organizing them on the table.

Ju-Won sniffs as you take out the disinfectant spray, his hands aggressively wiping at the tears on his face.

“You have to let others besides me help you, Ju-Won,” you explain, laying out the bandages and ointment.

This is typical of Ju-Won. He’s a very shy boy; he actually reminds you of Jungkook in some ways. He’s got that look of goodness in his eyes, a gentle touch with everything he handles, and an aggressive need to be near what he wants. Which just so happens to be you. The boy can’t stand a single day where you don’t come into class and teach. The one day you called off, Mrs. Kim told you Ju-Won was kicking and screaming nearly the entire day because he wanted to see you.

“N-No,” he sobs. You quickly tell him that you’re going to spray the disinfectant, but he continues crying throughout the tingled spray. You tell him he did a good job, but all he cares about is telling you his reasoning. “I only trust Ms. Y/l/n,”

“And why’s that?” you laugh, placing the bandaid on his knee.

“Because I want to marry you one day, Ms. Y/l/n,”

You can hear Aecha spit her coffee into the sink. Several covered coughs fill the air as she tries to quiet down. She hastily rips a napkin from the roll on the counter and wipes at her face. Meanwhile, you can literally feel the wideness of Jungkook’s eyes behind you. All movement from him seems to stop as Ju-Won climbs into your embrace again.

“Ms. Y/l/n, will you marry me?” the small boy asks you innocently, looking up at you with red eyes and a smile with one too many missing teeth. Not a single ounce of previous discomfort is on his features. It’s as if all his pain went away at his proclamation of marriage.

You can’t find it in yourself to say anything as you contain your laughter, but Jungkook definitely does.

“Woah, hey there bud,” he starts, grabbing the small human gently underneath his armpits and lifting him off your body. Jungkook places the boys small feet on the ground, despite his retaliative kicking when Jungkook pulls him away from you. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

An angry Ju-Won turns around and kicks Jungkook’s shin, “She’s my wife!” Ju-Won sticks his tongue out at Jungkook while he rubs at the spot the small man kicked. “You shouldn’t get too ahead of yourself.”

“Oh yeah?” Jungkook harshly, but not with too much force (because he’s still just a kindergartener), pokes the boy's forehead, causing Ju-Won to stumble back a little bit. “If you’re her husband, what does that make me?”

“The ring bearer,” the boy smirks. You can visibly see Jungkook’s eye twitch, his fist balling up as he faces your “husband”.

Aecha is dying in the background, and honestly, you’re not far from doing the same. Ju-Won’s insistence on being your husband is hilarious, but what’s even more so is the fact that Jungkook is acting like Ju-Won totally isn't a 5-year-old who has no idea what the point of marriage even is about.

“You think tha—” Jungkook starts in rage, but Ju-Won kicks his shin again. “Fu—Would you stop that?”

You laugh into your elbow, trying hard to contain the tears. Finally, you muster up the intent to stop this fight from getting any worse. Coming between the two, you carefully separate the competitive boys.

“Y/n,” your boyfriend starts, turning you towards him. “You just gonna let him claim you like that? Need I remind you that last ni—”

“He is five years old, Jungkook,” you stifle a laugh. Behind you, Ju-Won is pulling on your skirt, asking for your attention. Jungkook’s mouth falls when you give it to him. You crouch down to his level and put on a smile despite your fusing boyfriend behind you.

“Let's get you back to class, yeah?” you ask him. Ju-Won happily nods before looking over your shoulder at Jungkook. Squinting his eyes he pokes his tongue out at him again. Jungkook mimics him, but ultimately Ju-Won gets the last word when he smiles at Jungkook from the doorway where you lead him out, telling him with a grin that you’re all his right now.

“Looks like you’re gonna need to put your foot down, Jeon,” Aecha giggles from behind him.

“That twat,” he clenches his fist. “As if he’s her husband. That’s my title.”

“Need I remind you that you are still currently Y/n’s boyfriend?” She takes a sip of her coffee.

“Future title,” he corrects.

“I dunno~” she mocks, moving over to her desk with an antagonizing smile. “You clearly got some competition.”

Jungkook gulps.

Yeah, he does.

Not just with 5-year-olds, but with nearly every man who lays his eyes on you. Jungkook knows you’re a catch. And if you’re going to cover up his hickies every day, how else is he going to make it known that he and you belong to each other?

“Maybe I need to buy a ring.”

----

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

… I’m gagging … choking on air … fists bawled up in upsetion … HE LITERALLY WENT ‘🤭 in ur dreams’

University Superstar

[Summary]: Jeon Jungkook is your University’s biggest rock-star-athlete-hot guy. It literally prides itself on his attendance at the school — walking around with his “big name” (captain of the lacrosse team), tattoos, and rude, jock-like personality. You hate him. You hate that he can’t apologize for being a complete asshole. But what you don’t hate is how he visits your office every day. You also don’t hate that your feelings for him are crawling back into your system…

[Theme]: Jock!Jk, LacrossePlayer!JK x TeacherIntern!Y/N, Friends(?)ToLovers!AU, EnimeisToLovers!AU

[Rating]: 18+, explicit content, lots of hickies, mentions of blowjob, consistent flirting, JK is an extreme asshole (he actually got on my nerves for some of it lol), insensitive JK, lots of passion, squirting, kissing, pining after one another (mainly JK)

[Word Count]: 10,291

[Author’s Note]: I didn’t plan on making Y/n an education major…? But then I was thinking of JK in a bomber jacket and jock x teacher!AU and…yeah no, it had to happen.

[Masterlist] [Sequel] [Drabble (1), (2), (3)]  

Jeon Jungkook.

The name makes you hurl a little in your mouth. Yesterday’s lunch makes its way to the back of your throat. But you swallow it down, telling yourself to be strong and that he will go away soon.

“So,” he banters a smile at you. That stupid yellow and blue lacrosse bomber jacket puffs out around his shoulders, the number “07” poking out in the ugliest school-sprit font you’ve ever seen on his sleeves. His elbows rest on your desk, arms delicately pushing some of your papers and trinkets out of his way. The action only fuels your anger.

“7 o’clock. You and me. Chipotle.”

“In your dreams, fuckboy,” you scoff. The audacity he has to ask you out. The audacity he has to find the school you intern at (literally on your universities campus, but still), interrupt your work, and ask you on a date for the nth time since a few weeks ago.

You think this might be the 5th time this week he’s asked you out on a date. And it’s only Wednesday.

The amount of explaining you still have to do to your coworkers, and even your kindergartner students, is exhausting. Everyone knows who he is. He’s the captain of your Universities lacrosse team, probably the most popular guy on campus…one of “the hottest” guys in the school (according to your coworker and best friend, Aecha)

You remember asking her a while back why he was always “the talk of the town”, and all she could say was: “Well, look at him. How could he not be?”

You get it. He is hot. But that doesn’t stop you from absolutely hating his guts. Not after he spilled his hot, black coffee all over your white shirt and pants a few weeks ago. Not after he stained all of your precious student’s artwork with his scorching hot Americano.

You were on your way to the school to hang them up in your classroom. Stopping at your University library’s coffee shop, you decided to start your day with a little bit of matcha before you decorated your space.

Your students had just completed a “What I Love About Me” project, and their responses literally made you cry…maybe made you ugly cry. So innocent and honest in their responses, this project was probably the most precious to your heart. You had wished you did something like this back when you were so young. Maybe then you would have a reminder on your bad days what younger you always admired before nasty comments and puberty hit your system.

So, when Jeon Jungkook completely drenched them in his black coffee, your stained (and very expensive) white work shirt and pants didn’t even matter. The sopping-wet look of your student’s artwork made you fight to gulp back tears. But you couldn’t help the water that begged to break free from behind your eyelids.

“Oohh!” he laughs, the stupid jock in him making a scene. “Jeez! I’m sorry.” you can feel the antagonizing smirk on his lips as he looks at what he’s done to you. “Here, let me get a napkin,”

Jungkook exits your line of vision and you try to make your way out of the library before he comes back. But, ever the athlete he is, Jungkook is back before you can blink with a giant wad of the coffee shop’s crappy brown napkins.

You don’t even know who is talking to you until you take the napkins from his hands, recognizing those ugly, stupid, hot hand tattoos. Who couldn’t recognize them when the whole university makes Jungkook’s tattoos each and every one of its personality traits?

The realization of your perpetrator being Jeon Jungkook only makes you more upset. Had it been anyone else, the hurt in your heart from your damaged projects might have been less painful.

You immediately start wiping off your student’s projects, placing them on the nearest table and patting them dry, trying your best not to smear the Crayola marker on some of them.

“Woah, hey,” he chuckles to himself again. “Nice line work. Didchya draw those?”

“Please, stop talking.” you spit at him. Finally, you look up at his face, hoping he gets the point.

You think he does, because the minute he catches your gaze, his face freezes. The look adorning your features was angry, but that tear in your eye from what he did to your papers made you really upset. Which, for some reason, made Jungkook's heart clench. Hoping he can’t see the tears trying to break free from your eyelids, you look back down and continue your previous actions.

“I-I, um,” he stutters, his voice much meeker than what it antagonized you with just moments ago. “Look, is there anything I can do? A free drink? New clothes? A personal invitation to Min Yoongi’s New Year’s Party? An escort around the men’s lacrosse team's locker room? …During uniform change?”

“Thanks, but the best thing you can do is leave,” you reply. Just about done drying your projects up the best you can, you gather them in your arms and face the man once again. This time, you stare at his face for more than just a few seconds. You hate that he’s handsome; it only makes it harder to stop looking at the playful smirk forming on his lips from mentioning the men’s locker rooms.

“You sure? Heard this year’s party is supposed to be a banger.” he bribes, the mole under his bottom lip showing as he smiles.

“Min Yoongi is a close friend. I am invited to his parties every year. Now, I have to go—”

“No way?!” he exclaims, the permed dark curls over his eyes bouncing as he places a large hand on your shoulder. You shrug it off, but he acts like he did nothing wrong at all. “How come I haven’t seen you before? I’d totally recognize you. You’re smokin', by the way.”

Your lips and nose cringe at his statement.

“I don’t usually go,” you explain. “Now, please move before I push you out of my way myself.”

“Hah!” he laughs. “Like you could. Hey, are you an elementary teacher or just a shitty artist?”

“I’m not answering that,” you say.

His comment hurts you. This is precious art to you. The fact that he has no regard—didn’t even say sorry meaningfully—for your papers that you are obviously upset about makes your heart sink. All you can see are the faces of your students.

“Okay, well, that offer for a free drink, or clothes, or uh—oh yeah. The men’s locker room deal,” he winks. “Is still on the table.”

“I’ll pass,” you flash a tight-lipped smile his way before brushing a shoulder past him and exiting the library.

The first tear makes its way down your cheek, and you quickly wipe it off before anyone has the chance to see it. You think Jungkook might have through the window of the shop, but you assume he is looking at his order number he placed for a new coffee on the screen above it. It would appear more fitting. He clearly has no care in the world that he did something that made someone else upset. From his own actions. But are you really surprised that he wouldn’t care?

The rest of your walk to the elementary school is filled with blasting music in your headphones and a scowl on your face. What was once sadness is now anger. You’re angry. So fucking angry. Your blood is boiling.

“How could he?” you exclaim as you barge into the teacher’s lounge.

“Woah—” Aecha observes. “Is this a new print or something?” she asks, referring to your white-brown shirt and pants. “Please don’t tell me this is a new ‘thing’? No offense, but it’s kind of ug—”

“No, it’s that stupid Jungkook-jock-fuckboy-asshole-bitch—”

You silently thank an existing god that the kids have off today.

“Jeon Jungkook?” Aecha’s jaw drops.

“Don’t even start. I hate that man. Look what he did,” you seethe, slapping your student’s projects on the table.

“Awww,” Aecha’s eyes go beady, her fingers delicately shifting through the precious artwork. “Did he ruin them?”

“Yes,” you fight the urge to swipe all the shit on the coffee bar onto the floor. “Yes, he did. And now I have to give these back to the kids, hoping that when they’re 15 years older they can actually make out what it's saying.”

“I’m sorry,” she pouts. “That’s really shitty. Did he apologize?” she asks, sorting through the damp papers. “They don’t look too distraught. I can still read them,” she assures you.

“He apologized as the third phrase he said to me. The first was an ‘Oohh!’ accompanied by a mocking laugh and then a ‘jeez!’ Didn’t even realize I didn’t care about my damn shirt until he pointed out how ‘shitty my artwork was’.”

“Wow,” she gapes. “That’s totally Jungkook, that’s for sure,” she nods in agreement, thinking upwards. “You know, now that I’m imagining the scenario, it’s kinda hot.”

“Aecha!”

“Okay listen,”

“No, I won’t.”

“Okay, fine,” she gives up. You dig underneath the coffee cabinet, pulling out a spare hairdryer and plugging it into the wall. Your school is filled with mostly women teachers, so finding something like this in a coffee room is not that unordinary here. The room is soon loud with the sound of the machine as your try to dry them completely. “You going to Yoongi’s party, by the way?” she asks you.

You remember Jungkook’s offer to invite you to said party. You scoff at the memory. What was once a plan to tell Yoongi that you were, in fact, going to attend...is now a “no” from you. Not when you know Jungkook will be there. He is always there, just too drunk to remember you, probably. He even danced with you a few times, grinding on your ass with a beer in his hand and his other on your waist.

You remember it all too well. That was back when you had positive thoughts about the man. But then he became the captain of the lacrosse team. And then he became obsessed with the amount of “get out of jail free” cards he suddenly obtained from his popularity, hotness, and good standing on the school board. When you heard about what he was like from Aecha, your friends, the school news, YouTube, etc., you stopped finding him fancy. You couldn’t see the same man you saw that night. Especially not with how he treated you just an hour ago. Sad, but you washed away any hint of a crush you might've had on him after then.

“No, not anymore,” you reply, loudly speaking over the blow dryer. It is loud enough to where you don’t need to yell, but you wouldn’t be able to hear her response if you both talked normally.

“What?!” she drops her shoulders in disappointment. “But Hoseok is going to be there…you told me you’d go with me if he was!”

You know Aecha has been chasing after Hoseok since she first talked with him at last year's party. She doesn’t know anyone else who is going besides Yoongi and Hoseok. Being they’re both men, she doesn’t know if she feels 100% comfortable going alone, even though you and her both know they would never dare to hurt her or make her feel unsafe. It is more of a girl code—arriving and leaving together—than it is anything else. So you understand.

You had forgotten about said agreement, and you groan in frustration. Now, you have no other choice.

“Y/n, I need to bag this man. I need to,” her voice is laced with determination. “I am like—I am tired of waiting and this is my one last chance and—”

“Okay!” you hush her. “Fine, I’ll go.

She claps her hands and does a happy dance. You wish you could find her reaction endearing, but now you’re dreading the upcoming events of this party.

----

The week is going by fine until you get unexpected amounts of bouquets and Edible Arrangements all addressed to you from…Jungkook. You send them all back, just to get an angered Jungkook storming into your office a few days later.

“You know how expensive those were?!” he half-shouts at you. He quiets his voice, noticing the quiet setting he is in. However, he doesn’t seem to care that he has intruded on your space during your work time. He closes the door to your office anyways, trapping you in it with him.

“How did you get this address…and how do you know I work here?” you interrogate, going back to typing on your computer. The things you type are a mix of keyboard slam and words you’re thinking, faking work at its finest because some abnormally hot jock-asshole needs to make it known that his gifts are not to be returned.

“Min Yoongi is a man of many talents,” he responds. Taking a seat in one of the chairs across from your desk, you watch him as he plays with your nameplate on your desk. “Ms. Y/n L/n. Cute.”

You snatch the gold engraved tag out of his hands and place it back on the desk where it was before. “Please don’t touch my thi—”

“So, you are a teacher, then, I suppose?” he interrupts you. You don’t know it, but Jungkook is really trying here. It took a lot and nothing at all for him to walk in here. Truthfully, he has no idea how to apologize to you. A simple, sincere, “sorry” would probably do it. But he even practiced it in the mirror. Literally impossible. It’s like his mouth was forbidden to say the word without gagging at himself.

Apologizing was never his strong suit. Before coming to college, he was a good boy. Sweet and kind, never once a popular kid until he hit puberty and was suddenly his high school’s prom king. That’s when he started doing things he is not that proud of. It became a habit, but the good boy in him has a hard time practicing apologizing. Mainly because... he never really had to do it before becoming a total high school popular kid and a university super-star player.

But he really fucked up this time. And, he was hoping you would just let it go like people always seem to do when he can’t admit things correctly. But after seeing that tear fall down your face after you left the shop, that clench in his heart followed as you walked away. He couldn't stop thinking about how bad he felt all week. Those really meant something to you and he knew it. He just didn’t know how to admit he was being an asshole.

“I am,” you reply. “You here for some lessons?”

“Stop,” he grins. “Teacher—student sex has always been a fantasy of mine.”

“Please,” you scoff at him. The audacity. “As if I’d fulfill that for you.”

“A man can only dream,” he shrugs.

“Yeah, well keep doing that. What do you want, Jungkook?”

“I want to know why you sent back my flowers. And my Edible Arrangement! I was fighting the urge not to just eat it when I picked it out for you.”

Truthfully, you were too. You love Edible Arrangements.

“Because I don’t want your sympathy because you realized you were an asshole,”

“Why not?”

“Because none of that matters to me. I’m not an ex-girlfriend who caught you cheating on me. I’m just a stranger you met last week. I want an apology. An honest apology from you. And that’s it.” you explain.

Jungkook puffs his cheeks out.

“You’re difficult,” he raises his eyebrows. “I like that,” he smirks at you.

“I don’t have time for your flirting, Jungkook,” you roll your eyes at him, focusing back on your screen. “Please go home.”

The next time he comes in is around 3pm the following day. The kids are out of school by then, but all your coworkers are still here. So is Jungkook, apparently. Aecha tells you he’s been talking it up with the principal since he got here.

You groan, hoping he is just here to speak with the principal and not you. It is a farfetched hope, though. You don’t know what business he has with the principal, or anyone else here besides you, for that matter.

It is around 5 when he barges into your office again. You’re packing up your things, dreams crushed when you thought you could exit work without running into the alleged lacrosse star.

“Hey, sexy,” he flirts, eyeing your flowy, loose, figure-hiding, ugly, dark-brown art dress. You roll your eyes again, knowing he’s making fun of you. It was art day, and you had to wear your paint-stained art-apron dress. It’s the only one you don’t care about other than the shirt he ruined just a week ago.

You ignore his comment, zipping your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

“Reconsidering tutoring?” you mock. Jungkook laughs at you, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks. You’re really cute when you mock him. It kinda gets him going.

“How’s about 9:00pm next Saturday at Min Yoongi’s?” he asks, trying to get you to go to the party again. Little does he know that you’re going. But you don’t want to amuse him too much.

“Funny,” you banter, making your way to the door. But he blocks your path, his arms resting against the door frame as he stares down at you with those white teeth and bunny eyes. You want to squish his cheek between your forefinger and thumb for reasons you don’t understand. All he has done is make fun of, flirt, and annoy you since you two met. Why do you feel the heat in your cheeks when he slips a finger underneath your chin, dark eyes staring into your soul? Why does your heartbeat in your throat when you look at the glossiness of his lips so close to your own?

You back away, releasing yourself from his flirtatious actions.

“What if I begged on my knees?” he blurts out.

You snort out in laughter at that. The thought of Jungkook: the tall, big guy with tattoos and an award-winning lacrosse scholarship? On his knees in front of you? Begging you to go to some party? That’s rich.

Jungkook blushes harder at your laughs. Fuck, your laugh is so cute. He wants to make you laugh like this a lot. Maybe forever, even. You’re music to his ears.

“What’s so funny?” he chuckles with you. “Think I can’t?”

“Please,” you smile wide, a hand covering your mouth, trying not to muster up any more laughs. “That would be too much. You sure you want to pleasure me?”

Jungkook’s mouth grows dry. Um…yes?? He would, in fact, like to pleasure you. Maybe not in that way, but he’d do it if it meant you were pleased with him. Fuck! If only he could admit things properly.

“Um, no, never mind” he goes against his wish. “I don’t think I could stand the content look on your face.” He totally could??? What the hell is he saying?!?

Jungkook runs a hand through his thick, brown locks, looking at you as you die down your laughter. If only you knew he’s been after you since two New Year’s parties ago. You think he doesn’t remember, but he totally does. The way your hips swayed against his, pressing your ass into his front. He remembers how soft your skin felt underneath his tattooed hand. All he remembered is how he wanted to mark you up, kiss the skin of your lips, neck, and shoulders and claim it as his own. But he had one too many drinks that night, and he found himself passed out on Min Yoongi’s couch the next morning. Jungkook started off the New Year with his clothes on, cheeks flushed, a terrible hangover, and no sight of you anywhere.

He had been trying to find you for a while on campus, but little did he know you were all the way on the opposite side of it in the Education sector. When you didn’t show up to Yoongi’s New Year’s Party the following year, he realized he may never see you again. Until he ruined your clothes. And your valuables. And your heart. And god-knows-what else. If only apologizing didn’t completely break his fragile ego, maybe he would be kissing you right now. Maybe he could have been spending all his time kissing you and holding you every day since the incident.

“Whatever you say, fuckboy,” you smile at him. “Now let me go — and stop coming into my office. It’s annoying.”

“Principle Green is actually so rad, though. I might come back just for him,” he comments, moving out of your way.

“I don’t care who is rad, I don’t want you interrupting my work.”

“Oh, so I’m a distraction?”

“No, you’re a nuisance,”

“Ouch,”

“Goodbye, Jungkook,” you flash him a grin, turning off the lights in your office. You look at Aecha in the teacher's lounge where you exit. She is completely baffled, eyes wide, her mouth dropped, and her bagel falling out of her hands and onto the table. Cream-cheese side down. She heard everything, and you know what she’s thinking.

Luckily, you can leave without either of them making conversation with you.

Entering your car, you let out a huge breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in. You look at yourself in your sun blocker's mirror. Cheeks red and lips cracked from all the laughing, you’re a total mess! As if your crush on Jungkook is coming back. It can’t be. He’s a total asshole now.

But a charming asshole.

Fuck! Stop it, y/n. You can’t do this to yourself.

And so, you don’t. You blast your music and drive away, pretending you don’t see a waving, smiling Jungkook from the school’s entrance in your rearview mirror.

----

Three knocks on your door and an uninvited Jungkook makes his way into your office. Again.

Jeon Jungkook.

The name makes you hurl a little in your mouth. Yesterday’s lunch makes its way to the back of your throat. But you swallow it down, telling yourself to be strong and that he will go away soon.

Last night, after Jungkook’s daily visit to your office (one that ended up with a 3-hour conversation about how Thor is the best Avenger next to Spider-Man), you realized that it’s been almost two weeks since you met him in the coffee shop. Almost two weeks and you have yet to receive a proper apology like you had asked him to give you the first time he visited you at work.

This is the 7th visit since two weeks ago, and still no apology. Despite his charm and how easily you were almost tricked into letting it all go, you remembered you were still supposed to be mad at him. And that you should still be mad at him no matter how many bunny-smiles, flirtatious comments, and talks about the Avengers and Principle Green that shoots straight to your heart. And to other places…

“So,” he banters a smile at you. That stupid yellow and blue lacrosse bomber jacket puffs out around his shoulders, the number “07” poking out in the ugliest school-spirit font you’ve ever seen on his sleeves. His elbows rest on your desk, arms delicately pushing some of your papers and trinkets out of his way. The action only fuels your anger.

“7 o’clock. You and me. Chipotle.”

“In your dreams, fuckboy,” you scoff. The audacity he has to ask you out. The audacity he has to find the school you intern at (literally on your universities campus, but still), interrupt your work, and ask you on a date for the nth time since the start of this week.

You think this might be the 5th time since Sunday he’s asked you out on a date. And it’s only Wednesday.

“Woah, why the ‘tude?” he defends, putting his palms up as he slides back into his “designated” chair in your office.

“There is no ‘tude.”

“There totally is ‘tude!”

You glare at him from over your laptop screen. "See!” he points at your scowl.

“Jungkook, get out please,” you sigh. You really don’t want to deal with his antics today.

“What? Why?” he asks you. His voice is defensive like you just told him his dick is short and thin. Which, it totally is not by the way. He’d tell you about it, but it doesn’t appear like you’re up for that conversation.

“Because, Jungkook, I’m done with this.”

“With what?" he scoffs. "We’re not even a ‘this’,” he says the last part with finger air quotes.

“Exactly, so please stop visiting me. I don’t want your distractions to make me forget about the fact that you still haven’t apologized.”

“Oh, please, y/n,” he drags out a laugh, slouching on your chair. “I don’t even need to apologize. They were just some shitty drawings. I can assure you that if you go back into that classroom and call an ‘art sesh’ they’d make up a bunch of equally as shitty pieces for you.”

You can feel your fingers nearly breaking the screen of your laptop before shutting it close. You stand up in your seat, motioning your finger toward the door. “Get out.”

Jungkook knows he stepped over the line with that one. He really doesn’t know what the hell he’s saying. He knows those meant something to you! Why is he acting like he doesn’t? Why does he choose to say words that hurt you? It only hurts him, knowing that even though he wants so badly to be the person that comforts you and who tells you you’re okay; saying the opposite is only going to make it worse.

Duh!

Right now, he wants to beat himself up so badly that he’s lost the ability to speak another word.

That clenching feeling he has in his chest is back. He can see the anger in your heart, reaching out to protect the innocence of your students. It’s endearing, really. But he’s in the crossfire. And he’s on the side of your wrath he doesn’t want to be on. He’s the reason you’re protecting your students in their absence. He is the reason why you might never forgive him for this one.

“Y/n, I,” he stutters, standing up. He really thinks he’s about to apologize until something within himself blocks him from doing so again. His heart wants to say it, but his egotistical brain isn’t allowing him. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then what did you mean it as?” you ask him. Hands running through your hair, you laugh at yourself in disbelief. “You know, I don’t even know why I’m asking you that. I don’t even know why I expect anything from you at all. All you’ve been doing since you got your damn scholarship and your damn popularity has been treating others like how you are treating me right now. Like their feelings don’t matter, like no one else exists in this world besides Jeon Jungkook. Maybe if you had a project like the one I assigned to my students, then maybe you’d have a reason to look back on what it means to be kind to others. Maybe you’d realize that people get hurt because of people like you. Me included. So please, leave my office and don’t show your face in this school ever again.”

Jungkook is at a loss for words. What can he say? You called his bluff. He taught himself how to block out others as a defense mechanism a long time ago. Its consequence: confidence as a new defense mechanism. Confidence is always good, right? So why it felt wrong when he started showing that side of him 100% more than it was before was beyond him. And, well, this is why it felt so wrong. He's lost the ability to humble himself down. And he hurt you because of it. He’s hurt a lot of people because of it. If only he knew how to balance himself properly.

Jungkook leaves your office, not batting an eye at you, feeling like a student who just got expelled. The jock in him would say it was hot, but that part of him is not there. Nothing but shame fills his body. He feels ashamed of himself. Especially as he catches light of one of the coffee-stained projects on the lounge-room walls.

[I love my _______ because it makes me feel ________] is the prompt. This one had the most outrageous spelling he thinks he’s ever seen. Backward “e”’s and random capitalization and sizing and all. But he makes out “heart’ and “wanted”.

Something in him pulls on his heartstrings again. He can see why those projects meant so much to you. Just that one simple response was enough to feel regret all the way from the follicles of his scalp to his big toe, as if he didn’t regret it already. How is he going to make it up to you? He has no idea. But he can’t lose sight of you, even when he knows he's pissed you off and hurt you. He has to find a way to make it right.

He has to apologize. Sincerely. Like he’s been practicing in the mirror and with his roommates, Taehyung and Jin, for the past two weeks. It’s easier with them. They don’t make his heart beat abnormally fast. They don’t send smiles (other than teasing, antagonizing ones that make him feel embarrassed and give up) that make him want to kiss you until you’re breathless beneath him.

But he needs to. And it needs to happen soon.

----

“So,” you smile at Aecha across your kitchen counter. She’s wearing the skimpiest hot pink dress you have ever seen. No doubt trying to be a tease for Hoseok. No one would guess she’s a preschool teacher with the way she’s dressed. “What’s the plan?”

She turns around, pinning the last bobby pin in her stiff, hair-sprayed-bobby pinned high bun.

“Okay,” she smiles. “We go in, right? Then I see Hoseok. Then we dance. Then we kiss. Then we f—”

“Okay!” you stop her, laughing. “I get it. Go in, dance, fuck. What do I do?”

“Hmmm,” she thinks. “Drink?? Get high? Maybe mock my actions on a certain captain of the lacrosse team…?”

You give her a knowing look.

“I know!” she puts her hands up. “Was just a thought.”

A great thought, at that. You’ve been wanting to jump his bones since three New Year's parties ago. But you’ve long accepted that’s no longer on your agenda. Jungkook has proven to you that he is a lost cause. You can’t expect anything from him, no matter how charming his smile is, no matter how well he dances, or how his touch makes butterflies flow through every vein in your body.

You have to put him in the back of your mind and move on. Maybe tonight you can find someone to do that with.

“You know that guy from Bread Club?” you ask her, fingers pinching the skin between your eyebrows in thought.

“Which one? That club was full of male nerd—oh! The hot one? Park Jimin?” she recalls.

“Yes!” you exclaim. “Him! Do you know if he is coming?”

“Oooooo,” she coos at you. “Does y/n see a potential crush on bread-boy Jimin?”

“Not a crush. Although, he is really handsome.” you blush. “I just never gave him a proper chance.”

“You’re right. I did suspect an underlying mutual attraction. My guess would be that he is going. I’m pretty sure he’s with that whole group. If I’m not mistaken, I want to say he’s Taehyung’s brother. Tae rooms with Jungkook and Jin.”

“Ah,” you nod, understanding the explanation. Although, all you hear is Jungkook. You hate that even his name in a conversation not even about him puts a sad feeling in your heart. You really do pity him. You also really want to forgive him. But after what he said back in your office, you don’t think you have the means to. His words hurt. They always do. But, he doesn’t know how to apologize. At least not to you. You remember how Aecha was surprised when you explained the situation and told her that he still hasn’t apologized since the incident. It made you wonder if you were the only person he refuses to apologize to.

“Okay, I’m ready. We both look hot. Let’s go,” Aecha says, matter-of-fact. She slaps her pocket mirror closed and shoves it into her purse.

----

You arrive at the sickest party Min Yoongi has ever hosted. Jungkook was right, this year’s party is a banger. Endless drinks, endless space for dancing, endless games, and endless men…boy you have many options tonight.

Aecha claps your shoulder in excitement, telling you that she sees her prey. You understand, letting her make her progress towards bagging Hoseok.

You continue smiling until your eyes land on Jungkook’s. He’s at the beer pong table, a beer in one hand and a pong in the other, ready to throw his next shot. Although, his progress towards throwing it stops when he sees you.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to keep looking at him. Dressed in all black with silver accents accompanying his wrists, ears, eyebrows, and lips. One could say he completely complemented your own outfit.

The fact only makes your heart hurt more. Why? You don’t know. You dropped him. He’s done. Wasn’t even a crush for longer than a day three years ago. Why you’re so hung up on him, you don’t know. The realization has you tearing your eyes away from his man-bun that looks too perfect framing his face, and onto the drinks in the room next to you.

You grab a shot or two. Or three. Or four. But who’s counting? It’s New Year’s Eve, you’re single, have nothing to lose, and have strange feelings toward a man you want to forget. Tonight is the night to get so wasted that you end up achieving that goal.

You think you will be successful when a familiar voice calls your name. Turning around, your eyes meet with Park Jimin’s. The bread-boy. Just the man you wanted to see tonight.

“Jimin!” you hug him. “No way! How long has it been since we baked banana nut bread together?!”

Jimin laughs out loud, hugging you back. “About a year, I’d say,” he smiles. His smile is really cute, reaching from cheek to cheek with that insanely addicting voice of liquid he uses to coat his words. “You’re looking really good tonight, Y/n.” Maybe he will be your saving grace tonight, after all.

“Thanks,” you smile. “You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

“Glad to know you’re pleased.”

“I am,” you smirk. “Somewhat.”

“Oh?” he raises an eyebrow.

“Come,” you change the subject. For some reason, flirting with Jimin feels wrong. Even though you want parts of him, even though you want to be able to flirt with him, something about it just doesn’t feel right. Maybe it’s the intense eyes you feel at the back of your head when you dance on Jimin in the middle of the dance floor. Maybe it’s when you kiss Jimin that you feel as if you’re imagining it’s Jungkook who you’re pressing your lips to.

It’s all wrong. Everything is wrong.

But Jimin touches you like it is right, and you feel somewhat assured until an extra hand is pulling you away from him. Suddenly, you’re drunken vision sees Jimin standing on the dance floor moving farther and farther away from you as this mystery person takes you away from him. Stumbling to keep up with this person’s pace, you turn around and attempt to pry off the strong arm that wraps around your wrist.

“Wha-What do you—who are you?” you ask this person. It isn’t until you realize that the person’s arm is tattooed. It isn’t until you realize that these tattoos are familiar and that they belong to Jeon Jungkook. “Jungkook, let go!”

To which he does, but only when he’s pulled you out of the house and into the alleyway between another house and Yoongi’s. Jungkook pins you against the wall, his forearms pressing against the brick next to your ears.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he demands, voice low and eyes foreboding. Those eyes you’ve never seen before. They’re dark and angry; far, far away from his playful innocent-looking ones. They scare you a little. But you’ve always been good at facing your fears.

“I’m having fun,” you respond, not a smidge of the jitters you're feeling consuming your voice. “What are you doing?”

“Making sure you don’t make any mistakes,” he responds.

“Hah!” you laugh, the alcohol causing you to tilt your head back harshly. You forget there’s brick there, and you’re thankful Jungkook’s reflexes are fast enough to slide his hand beneath your head before it smacked against the brick. “You’re so funny, Kook. You know, that’s actually a good idea. Because the last time I danced on someone like that was with you. And I really regret that.”

Jungkook’s heart pangs in his chest, showing how your words affected him so by closing in on you. His face towers over yours, even though he’s been trying to keep his height as level with you as he can by bending his body at his hips to match your own height. But the closer he gets, the taller he becomes, and the more you have to look up in order to look into his eyes.

You can smell the cologne on his body along with the faint smell of booze on his breath. You hate how his scent makes you fawn over him. All you want to do is kiss him silly. But you’re still mad at him. You're still arguing with him right now.

“You don’t,” he scowls, more so at himself for letting it get this far. The sight of Jimin holding you like that when it was supposed to be him made his blood boil. Fury grew in his veins as he realized he needed to make this right. Right now. Before it’s too late and you’re truly moving on.

“And what if I do, Jungkook?” you lower your voice, words feeling heavy on your mouth. “What if I regret letting my feelings continuously be hurt by you?”

“And what if I told you that I regret it,” he holds your chin in his fingers. “Saying those things to you. I do, y/n. I regret it, and I don’t know why I kept saying those things. And I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It was never my intention to hurt you.”

You pause at his apology. Are you hearing this right? Did Jeon Jungkook just apologize to you? Twice??

“W-Well,” you stutter. Tears start to brim your eyes again for reasons you don’t understand. Maybe because you’re a crybaby. Maybe because this was your reason for not chasing after the man you liked so much. Maybe because his apology gives you the ‘go’ for smashing your lips onto his, feeling his honey lips collide with yours.

They’re just as soft as you imagined they would be. And god, is he a good kisser. His lips alone make a pool in your panties. Your hands slide around his neck, fingertips intertwining in his tied-up locks.

Jungkook’s body nearly stutters when you kiss him. Out of all things, this was the last he expected. Maybe a well-deserved slap or a kick on the shin, but never the feeling of your embrace.

Nevertheless, he doesn’t complain one bit. He’s been dying to feel you. Your lips on his was an imagery he thought he would never have the chance to live out. But, here you are, holding his body close and kissing him like he is the last person you will ever have the chance to kiss in your life.

Desperation crawls into his veins, lifting you up around his waist, and pressing you against the wall.

He’s been craving this for far too long. Craving you for too long. Jungkook can’t stop touching you, your body is just as soft as he remembered. His curiosity begs him to explore more and more of you. But he’s done enough without your permission. So he waits, continuing to kiss you until you take control.

“I’ve been dying to have you like this,” you say between trailing kisses down to his neck. Jungkook moans as you find his sweet spot, and you think it was the prettiest thing you have ever heard in your lifetime. Sucking on the spot, he raises his chest, trying to control his pleasure but nonetheless fails when you bite down on him.

“Y-Y/n,” he calls out your name, just loud enough for you to hear. His breath tickles your name on the shell of your ear, and you think you might have gushed arousal out of your cunt. “Not here,” he pants, trapping your chin between his fingers again. He motions your jaw up to his, tempting himself with light scrapes of his lips touching yours. “I don’t want anyone else to see you.”

“Then where?” you whisper back at him. It is so hard not to smash your lips onto his again, but you want this to continue. And if Jungkook wants you where no one but himself can see you, then you’re bound to be wherever that is.

“My place,” he brushes his nose against your cheek before returning your trail of kisses on his neck back to yours. “No one’s home. I brought a car.” He sucks your neck, leaving bruises all over. He's determined to find not just one sweet spot of yours, but to find them all.

“Wh-Why not the car?” you ask between moans. Jungkook is so good at this. He’s suede and smooth with his touches, hot and passionate with his kisses. He knows how to make you puddy in his hands.

Jungkook chuckles in your ear. “Not with the things I want to do to you,” he bites down on your neck, eliciting a sweet panted moan from your throat. “That won’t work.”

“Then let’s go,” you hold his neck firmly in your palms, stopping him from his parade of kisses. “I don’t want to waste more time.”

“Someone’s eager,” Jungkook smirks, kissing you once before setting you down and taking his keys out of his pocket.

“You have no idea.”

----

The ride over to Jungkook’s is spent palming him in the driver’s seat and Jungkook struggling to focus on the road. He’s not as consumed with alcohol as you might be, even though the effects of it on you stopped midway through making out with Jungkook back at Yoongi’s.

You know you’re doomed when the car abruptly stops. His fist pushes the stick into park, and he rips open the car door, walking around the front of it to come over to you.

You’re still tipsy, however. So, when you’re met with Jungkook’s erection right in your face you can’t help but laugh a little.

“What’s so funny?” he asks you, a little pissed off at your laughter. It’s hot.

Trailing a finger on the zipper to his black jeans, you outline the length of his cock slowly, admiring its size right in front of you. You dream of it fucking you, as if the man in front of you wasn’t on a mission to check that off your list right now.

“You’re so big,” you sigh like a teenage girl. “I want you inside of me, Jungkook,” you smirk, looking up at him from the passenger seat. Jungkook swears his heart leaps out of his chest. He thinks his voice might crack if he says another word, so he clears his throat, dick twitching simultaneously, before he responds.

“Then, c’mon,” he takes your hand, pulling you up and out of the car. “We’re here.” Jungkook smiles at you sweetly. He almost thinks that he should just wait until the morning to fuck you because of your tipsy-drunk moment until you’re kissing and palming him again. Jungkook moans into your mouth, stumbling with you toward his townhome’s entrance. Key fob in hand, Jungkook presses it underneath the door nob, hearing a sound of approval from the security system not long after.

“Teasing me in the car,” he growls against your ear, pushing you against the nearest wall once the door to his home shuts. “You think you weren’t going to get punished for that?”

All you can do is moan. Jungkook’s hands waste no time ripping off every piece of clothing you have on, dying to see you in all your glory.

“Holy fuck,” he pants. It’s almost as if he’s cumming his pants right now at the sight of you. “You’re gorgeous, Y/n,”

You can’t help but blush a little, his glare on you makes you think that he’s not actually saying these things about your body. Not this man. Not the ripped, 6-packed athlete with incredible strength and muscles that could pop you with one headlock around the neck. Maybe it's the booze.

“Take your clothes off, fuckboy,” you demand.

Jungkook shimmies off his black blazer, eyes still on your tits. He wants to suck them and leave marks all over the softness of them. He wants you to be completely covered in him tomorrow morning.

“Don’t call me that,” he walks closer to you, trapping your naked body between his half-clothed one. “I’m not a fuckboy.” he replies, taking off his mock-turtle neck tanktop. You thought it was tight enough on him before, but the sight of his muscles underneath the shirt makes you realize that the shirt did not do him enough justice. Never in a million years did you think Jungkook was this ripped. He basically has boobs. He could probably fit into your bra…

“Then what are you?” you ghost against his lips.

He would like to say “yours”, but he remembers that you’re still tipsy. Would you agree to that? Do you still hate him? He'd like to think 'no' considering how you two are both eager to have each other right now, but he's got a lot of things to ask and make up to you before any titles are made. So he holds off.

“We can decide that in the morning,” he settles on, flashing you a small smile before delving into your lips. His chest is firm against yours, his back so wide, you struggle to wrap your arms around it as he leads you to what you assume is his bedroom.

His room is just as you expected it would be. Covered in trophies and pictures, as neat and organized as you expected. But what really catches you off guard is how comfortable his bed is. The smell of him engulfs you as he gently places you on his bed. You think about how this night would be if you decided to fuck in the car. How you wouldn't be able to see this view on top of you so clearly if you did. You’re thankful Jungkook insisted on his bedroom. Now, you can see his handsome face clearly in the lighting of his room as he pulls his pants down to his ankles, leaving himself in a pair of white Calvins. They do nothing to hide the length and girth of his cock, and you shutter knowing that he’s going to completely rip you open.

“Don’t worry, I’ll prep you,” he whispers in your ear, sensing your worry. Jungkook’s lips find your neck again, gently kissing his previously left bruises before leaving more of them on the areas of your clavicle and chest.

“What if I don’t want to be prepped?” you whimper, back arching into his chest when his mouth engulfs your nipple, sucking on it hard. “W-What if I want you ri-right now?”

Jungkook laughs deeply as he twirls your nipple around with his tongue. He releases you with a quick “pop”, which makes your head fall back in pleasure. You can feel Jungkook’s body moving up to come face-to-face with yours. “Patience,” he gives you a quick kiss. “I refuse to hurt you any more than I have already.”

“Jungkook,” you coo, holding his jaw in your palm. He looks ashamed of himself. You’ve never seen this side of him, and it feels good knowing that he does harbor those kinds of feelings. Especially since he is comfortable with you seeing him display them. “I forgive you, Kook.”

“You shouldn’t,” he buries his face in your neck again, kissing you lightly as his hand trails down to your wet cunt. His fingers find your clit. You moan when he starts circling slow infinities on the sensitive bud.

“But I do, Jungkook,” you pant, hand coming up to drag your fingers through his hair. You pull out his bun, watching as his hair falls over the crown of his head and onto your skin. It smells like coconut, and you can’t help but bury your nose in it as he continues to gather your juices on his fingertips.

“I was bad to you,” he grumbles against your neck. This time, his fingers circle your entrance. Legs wrapping around his hips, you invite his fingers inside, to which he obliges. Just his index finger feels you first. Jungkook ruts against the mattress at the feeling, imagining the walls that squeeze his finger tight around his cock. Yeah, you definitely need prepping.

“But, you apologized,” you whisper to him, massaging his scalp. Your hips twitch when he adds another finger. You can’t imagine the size of him in you like this. Two of his massive fingers are enough to make you feel close to cumming around them. He’s going to be the death of you.

Pumping in and out of you, Jungkook moves his head to face yours, his nose kissing your own.

“I’m sorry,” he says once again. “I’m sorry for spilling coffee on you, and being an asshole, and making fun of your student’s art, and showing up at your work, and pissing you off, and making you hate me so much you—”

“J-Jungkook,” you stop him. It’s hard to concentrate on a response when his pace quickens with every mention of something he did wrong, as if he was getting angrier the more he realized how much he did to hurt you.

“All I wanted to do was the opposite of what I did,” he kisses your cheek. “B-But it’s hard for me to face negativity without being cocky and stupid about it. I thought that by making it worse, I could make it better.”

“What a strange tactic,” you chuckle against his cheek. Your heart thumps when he flashes you a smile, telling you with his eyes that he’d never do something like that to you ever again. “I’m proud of you.” You smile.

“S-Stop,” Jungkook adds his thumb to your clit as his fingers continue to fuck you slowly. The addition causes you to arch your back into him. Jungkook takes the opportunity to wrap his arm underneath your spine, holding you secure against his body. “You’re going to make me want to claim you if you say that kind of shit to me.”

“What if I want you to claim me?” you challenge.

Jungkook nearly growls into your neck, fighting the urge to just flip you over and ravage you. “Stop doing that to me, y/n,”

He feels your fingers start to tug at the rim of his boxers, and Jungkook can’t be any more excited to feel you around him. He presses one more finger into you before allowing you to shove his boxers halfway down his thighs.

Jungkook moans at the feeling of your soft fingers around his cock, head falling into the crevice of your neck again. His dick is red and angry and begging to fuck you hard and deep. You swirl the precum that leaks from him and circle it around his cockhead, eliciting a strained moan into the skin by your ear from the man above you. His hips jerk at the sudden movement, preparing themselves to fuck you hard and fast.

“I think I’m ready, Kook,” you whisper into his hair.

Jungkook detaches himself from your neck, standing up to quickly knock off his boxers onto the floor. He takes your calves in his hands, spreading you before his fingertips spread your pussy open slowly. Jungkook takes a long look at you. You're basically drooling from your cunt, the slick creating shiny lines off his fingers as he moves them up and off your pussy. Glistening and pulsing for him to fill you up, he knows you’re going to be a tight fit. The fact only excites him further.

He pulls himself onto the bed, pushing your thighs up with his body. Pumping his cock a few times, he lines you up with his dick, pressing his cockhead against your slick.

“You sure you want this?” he leans down to your face. Your thighs are trapped against your torso, Jungkook folding you up for him nice and good. You appreciate that he doesn’t do a thing without your consent, that he doesn’t dare to do anything unless you’re comfortable. A complete 180 from the emotionally constipated Jungkook you’ve been experiencing for the past two weeks.

You nod to him, looking into his eyes. But this doesn’t satisfy him.

“I need a verbal answer, y/n,” he kisses your cheek, dick rubbing up and down your warm entrance.

“Yes, Jungkook. I want you,” you lean into his cheek.

The feeling of his girth stretching you open is enough for you to dig your nails into the smooth skin of his back. Never in a million years did you think you’d be stretched this good.

He doesn’t go in all the way, letting you adjust to his girth before slipping his length all the way into you.

You swear his tip kisses your cervix. When he pulls out and slams back into you, you can confirm that he did, in fact, kiss it. Jungkook moans against you, gripping your hands in his own and pinning them above your head. His hips are strong, slamming into you with everything he has left in him. You’re a goddess below him, legs around his shoulders, fingers digging into the upper side of his palm, tears streaming down your cheeks as you feel all he is giving you.

“F-Faster,” you beg. Jungkook is happy to obey.

He takes your hips and flips you over, his hands pressing against the upper of your back, pushing your chest down into his sheets. Once satisfied, Jungkook firmly grabs your hips and pistons into you faster, just like you wanted. You’re a moaning mess beneath him, fingers gripping the sheets, legs twitching in resistance as he fucks into you like a madman. His nose is crunched, lip bleeding between his teeth as he tries to hold back his orgasm. Usually, he never feels ready to release this early. But, you’re the girl he’s always wanted. And now you’re in his bed, begging him to fuck you without prepping you and go faster and claim you, and—god, it's all too perfect. You’re too perfect.

Your moans are like honey in his ears, the sweetest music he’s ever heard. He slaps your ass hard—once, twice, so many times. You scream to it all, each one pushing you over the edge.

“This is mine, you hear?” he growls from behind you, gripping your ass in his hand before slapping it again. “You hear me?” he asks again, gripping your hips tighter and forcibly slapping them against his own hips. The impact makes you gush around him, your high following his forcefulness in squirts of your release. You don’t see it, but Jungkook’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the sight. No way did you just squirt all over his cock. Can this night get any better?

Maybe it can, because he feels his own release closely following. But he edges himself, pulling out of you to look at the mess you made instead of chasing his high.

You’re so embarrassed, digging your face into your hands as you hear him press his hand into his sopping wet duvet cover.

“I-I’m so sorry,” you whimper. You refuse to meet his eyes, even when he flips you over and sits next to your face.

“C’mere,” he pats his lap.

“Jungkook,” you whine, absolutely mortified. Is he mad? You can’t tell. He hasn’t mentioned anything about your release.

“Baby, come here,” he speaks to you with honey laced in his voice. Your heart thumps at the fact that he called you “baby”. Were your dreams coming true?

You gather yourself and weakly climb onto his lap, immediately digging your face into his shoulder.

“Was that bad? You didn’t cum,” you ask him, voice trembling into his neck. God, this is so mortifying. “I won’t do it again, I pro—”

“Like fucking hell you won’t,” he holds your waist firmly again. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen y/n,” he bites your ear. “It’s taking everything in me not to be gentle with you right now.”

Your eyes meet his hungered ones. You were wrong, and you know it not only from him saying so but also from his pulsating cock below. It is twitching and leaking with so much precum, you almost think that it is his cum itself if it weren’t for the clearness of it. And then you realize that he’s edging himself.

“I-I want this to last longer, but I don’t want to hurt you cause I—” his head falls back in a strained moan when you press a finger to his tip, playing with the precum leaking down himself. “Cause I know I will if you don’t take control of me right now…so, ride me,” he demands.

You kiss his neck, feeling lighter that you made him feel strong enough to nearly lose his control just from your orgasm. With power in your hands, you lift your hips just enough to hover your pussy over his twitching cock, sliding down slowly.

Jungkook’s hands come to your hips again, completely out of breath. “H-Holy shit, y/n,” he gasps when he stares down at his dick disappearing and reappearing as you bounce on his cock. “God, you’re going to murder me, aren’t you?”

You laugh at his comment. Although, he’s far from laughing, focusing all his energy on controlling his orgasm. Face falling into your neck, he’s mumbling things you don’t understand as you massage his sweaty scalp again. He moans at your touch, feeling overly sensitive and extremely, beyond-belief, horny. He wants to cum so bad, but he also wants this to last.

“You can cum, Kook,” you whisper into his scalp. You don’t know if you have it in you to cum again. Squirting is so powerful, and it usually takes everything out of you. But you might, considering you have the strength to ride him to no tomorrow. “It’s okay.”

“N-No,” he breathes against your neck, panting. “Can’t. Want it to last.”

“Don’t worry,” you laugh against his cheek. “I don’t plan on making you a one-night, Jungkook.”

“A-Ah,” his hips twitch into you. “I-um, ffuccck, y/n!” he sways your hips back and forth on his cock rapidly. “Y-You sure? It’s going to be a lot.”

“Mhm,” you smile down at him.

“Fuck, o-okay,” he breathes out shakily. Jungkook then bucks his hips fast into yours from underneath you, unrelenting and ruthless. You feel his hot ropes fill you up just seconds later. For what feels like a full minute of him pumping his cum into you, his face resting against your breasts in fucked-out glory.

You two rest there, letting his cum pool at the connection of your bodies while you rest against each other. What finally breaks you out of your own daze is the sound of fireworks just outside Jungkook's bedroom window.

You can see the array of colors lighting up the sky, his digital clock on his nightstand reading 12:00am.

“Hey,” you whisper into his hair, kissing his sweaty scalp. “Happy New Year.”

Jungkook detaches his cheek from your chest, bringing his face up to graze his nose against yours. Smiling into your lips he whispers,

“I’m gonna make it right, y/n. This will be our year.”

---

[Bonus]

[Aecha]: Hope you got home okay.

[Aecha]: Ended up a little stuck between Hoseok’s thighs.

[Y/n]: Funny story.

[Y/n]: I never made it home last night.

[Aecha]: WHAT?!

[Aecha]: Are you okay??

[Y/n]: More than okay.

y/n sent an image

[Aecha]: No

[Aecha]: Fucking

[Aecha]: Way

[Aecha]: I—AKJDAKSJHFJKASFKLDJSAFKLJSFA!!! Y/N!!!!

[Y/n]: So like.

[Y/n]: I’m no longer a single lady?

[Aecha]: AHHHHHHHHH Y/N!!!!!

[Aecha]: JESUS DID HE LEAVE ANY INCH OF YOUR SKIN Y/S/C?!?

[Y/n]: We had a lot of…catching up to do lol.

[Aecha]: I’d say.

[Aecha]: I’m the maid of honor. Understand me?

[Y/n]: Lol. You got it.

~~

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

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] 

Eight Years

[Summary]: Namjoon and you have been married for eight years. What makes it so great? Maybe the fact that your husband never stopped loving you with just as much passion as the first day he fell in love.

[Theme]: MarriedCouple!AU, EstablishedRelationship!AU, very soft Joon but also extremely powerful and dominant Joon.

[Rating]: fluff, smut, 18+ content

[Word Count]: 2,493

[Author’s Note]: I wanna say this is probably the first fic I have ever written? I could be wrong but I am almost positive. So glad to finally share it though…this is one of my favs.

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"Let me sit on your lap," You demand from your husband.

Namjoon looks up at you with wide eyes as he stops chewing, his cheeks stuffed with food. He looks too good, even with a mouth full of greasy hamburger. Dark green t-shirt, fluffy hair, and, of course, gray sweats — you absolutely have to cuddle him. It is not an option. You must.

"I'm eating," He says, but you're already lifting his arm up and sliding onto his thighs.

"Keep eating, then," You reply, shoving your nose into his neck. He smells clean, like fresh laundry. And his hair is soft as you play with the ends of it at the nape of his neck. You can't get enough of this man.

Namjoon continues chewing as he lets you sit on him.

"I'm not understanding this behavior," He says, mouth full.

"You don't have to,"

"But I want to,"

"Just accept it and move on,"

Namjoon shrugs and stuffs the last piece of his hamburger into his mouth. His chewing is obnoxious, and you're sure that there's grease all over his mouth, but that doesn't stop you from wanting to kiss the fuck out of him right now anyways.

He leans back on the chair as he drinks his water. His warm palm comes up and rubs at your back. They're so big and strong; you can't help but melt into his palms as he holds you. His touch creates a reaction within you, like a heater touching an ice cube.

"Did you have a good day?" He asks you.

"Yeah, it was okay," You mumble against his neck. "How was yours?"

"It was good. Couldn't wait to come home, though,"

"Why?"

"Don't know. Kind of wanted to see my wife."

"You're seeing her,"

"No, I'm seeing her back."

With that, you bring your head from the crook of his neck to look your husband in the eyes.

"Now I'm seeing her," He smiles. "Hello, angel," He hums, leaning in to give you a quick kiss.

You reciprocate, enjoying the softness of his lips before you pull away, an antagonizing grin plastered on your lips.

"You taste like beef,"

"Well, you insisted on sitting on me while I was eating."

"Never said I didn't like it,"

"Didn't know you liked the taste of beef and spit. Well noted,"

"I like the taste of you," You coo, giving his cheek a pinch.

"Tch," He snorts, giving you another kiss.

This time, you tuck your lips into his firmly. Your hands caress his jaw and neck as you move your lips against his. Namjoon sighs against you, confidently sliding his hands up your back as he tilts his head into yours. He hums into you, enjoying the way you kiss him so surely.

After a few more kisses, you pull away, brushing some of his hair away from his face.

“I missed you today" You confess.

“I did, too,” your husband kisses the inside of your palm before his eyes flicker up to yours hurriedly, as if he remembered something.

"Guess what, babe," He starts, hands firmly holding your waist. He doesn't give you time to respond, though, immediately continuing his sentence afterward. "When I was riding to work this morning, I decided to take the same route we used to walk down before we started dating. They're putting it under construction."

"What?!" You exclaim, your heart dropping in your chest.

"I know. I was really upset about it," He sighs, rubbing circles into your hips. "It made me think all day, though. That place holds so many memories."

"It does," You frown, remembering your early days with Namjoon at the spot. "That's where I kissed you for the first time."

"That's where I kissed you for the first time." Namjoon corrects, smirking.

You sigh. "Namjoon, we have gone over this,"

He chuckles as he kisses the bridge of your nose. He finds enjoyment in antagonizing you.

Looking back on it, you both leaned in at the same time. But it was you who took the first step towards him, deciding on whether or not you wanted to kiss him right then and there. You guessed you both had the same battle going on in your heads at the time.

"I can't believe they're putting it under construction," You frown. "We wouldn't be married if it weren't for that path."

"Well, it's been like what? Eight years since we started walking down there? Married for 3, dated for 4, friends for about 1-2 years... yeah about eight years. It probably just needs to be renovated. It was all torn up, even when we met there."

You laugh at that. "God, that makes me feel old. Eight years..."

"I know," He chuckles, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I'll be sad if it looks different." You pout.

"Don't be sad. We still have a lot of places where we experienced our firsts at. Like that bridge where I asked you to be my girlfriend. Or that restaurant by the ocean we had sex in for the first tim—"

You playfully hit his shoulder. Your husband just laughs as he wraps his arms around your waist. Namjoon kisses your cheek as you try to act annoyed at him for bringing up the shameful place you both had your first with each other. But, alas, you can never truly be annoyed at him. You love him too much.

"Don't kiss my face, your mouth is covered in grease," You whine, pushing him back softly by the shoulders.

"Why don't you lick it off then," He smirks.

You raise an eyebrow at your husband.

"What is it, babe? Are you taking back your words? Do you not like the taste of me?"

"That's not what I meant," You roll your eyes.

"What did you mean, then?" He taunts you.

"You know what I meant,"

"No, baby," He grins. "I don't think I do,"

You know he knows what you meant. He just wants an excuse to hear you say it.

"I like the taste of your cock, is what I meant." You give it to him.

Namjoon gives you the most fuck boy smile you've ever seen after that. It gives your pussy a shameful heartbeat like it always does whenever he flashes his teeth at you like that.

"Shut up," You shy away from him. But Namjoon grabs your chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look at him as he cuddles your hips closer to his.

"Did you eat today?" He asks, changing the topic while giving your jaw a kiss.

"Mmhm," You hum as he sensually drags his lips down your neck. You know what he’s doing. Trying to get you to focus on a thought while he teases the living hell out of you has always been a kink of his. However, you’re too needy not to play into his antics today. It’s kind of fun playing this game, anyways.

"Was it good?" He bites at your sweet spot. You gasp, your hands firmly grasping his shoulders for support as he effortlessly turns you on.

"So good..." You moan as he licks the soreness of the bite afterward.

Namjoon's big hands cascade up your shirt, slowly making their way up to your breasts. He massages them firmly as he rolls his hips up into yours.

You force your hips to grind down into his, begging for some friction down south. You hate how he does this to you in literal seconds — makes your pussy aching and wet for him with just a flash of his teeth.

"Yeah? Can you tell me about it, sweetheart?" He grins before sucking a fat hickey just above your clavicle.

"Ahh—I-I had pasta," You moan. The very thin material of your pajama shorts does not make the situation any easier for you.

"Yeah?" He antagonizes you further, lifting your — his — t-shirt over your head. He hums at the sight. "Was it just how you like it?"

Namjoon kisses down your chest, stopping at your nipple before giving it a gentle lick. You gasp at the contact, your nipples extremely sensitive to his touch. He licks it again before encasing the bud completely in his mouth, sucking and gnawing at it as he waits for your answer.

"J-Joon—" You pant, your fingers immediately tangling in his locks. His hand rolls your other nipple in between his fingers, causing you to jerk your hips harshly into his. Namjoon moans at the friction, squeezing your hip as he motions the sway of them harder and faster against him.

"'C'mon, baby. I wanna hear about your meal," He grins, his teeth scraping your nipple as he does so.

"You tease," You moan, tugging on his hair.

Namjoon flashes another signature smile at you, and if it weren't for the jello filling your legs, you would slide down to your knees and suck him until he forgot his last name. But as much as Namjoon would love that, he kind of wants to fuck his wife into the sheets right now.

"S-Stop smiling at me like that," You shy.

"Or what, baby?" He hums, kissing down your torso. "How will you punish me?"

"I-I'll—"

He slides a hand down your pants.

"I'll—"

His fingers delicately slide up your folds, his middle finger gently circling your clit.

"I'll—ffuckk," You whimper, eyes focused on his hand in your pants.

"You'll fuck? Fuck what, babe?" He coos, circling your opening gently, gathering your juices on his fingertips, before he continues. "Me? Hmm, I don't think so. Fucking is my job this evening."

"Joon—," You cry, rocking your hips into his fingers. "Do it,"

"I will." He promises. Namjoon's strong arms manhandle your thighs, securely wrapping them around his waist before he walks the two of you to the couch. He gently tosses you on the cushions, ripping off his clothes before he joins you. He tugs your pants and panties down your legs, spreading them wide for him after he tosses your clothes on the pile with his own.

Namjoon slides between your thighs, pressing his cock hard against your entrance.

"Hello, beautiful," He coos, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Hi," You reply, giving his lips a kiss.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you now. Is that alright?"

His word choice makes your thighs tremble as they wrap around his waist. You nod at him, situating your arms under his shoulders securely for what's to come. When Namjoon says he's going to fuck the shit out of you, he's gonna do it with all he's got.

"Alright," He smiles before giving your forehead a quick peck.

He rubs his tip up and down your cunt a few times before sliding in with a sharp jerk of his hips. He fucks you hard after that — so damn hard and so fucking fast, brutal in his pace. You can feel him hit your cervix while the heat of friction burns your walls. You know you're not going to be able to walk properly for the next few days, but it feels way too good to ask him to slow down. You don't want him to slow down.

"How are you still so damn tight after I've fucked you for so long, huh?" Namjoon pants above you. His hands harshly grip your hips, pinning them down to the cushions as he fucks you deeper.

You're a moaning mess beneath him. Your husband never relents in the bedroom and you love it. You love it so much, it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and sweat cascading down your face and chest. "Eight years and every time — fuck — every time it's like I'm fucking you for the first time."

"Ahhh—Fu-J-Joon!" You cry, wet tears forming at the corners of your eyes. Namjoon responds to you with a grunt as he quickens the movements of his hips. His pelvis claps against yours with every thrust, filling the room with lewd noises.

"Aghhh, baby, keep clenching like that," He demands. Like you can even help it at this point. You're so close to your high, your legs literally shake against his hips.

"Joon, I'm gonna cum!" You shriek, digging your nails into his back.

"Not yet. Don't cum until I say so," He instructs, biting your shoulder as he struggles to keep his release inside his balls. As badly as he wants to cum, he wants to enjoy this more. He gets to see you every day. He gets to shower with you and cook with you and go on walks with you and fuck you every day. But he can never take a moment with you for granted. He wants to savor all of it, just like he has for the past eight years, and just as he will for the rest of his life.

You squirm beneath him, trying your hardest to keep it all in. But he's so good. He feels so good, and you don't know how much longer you can control your orgasm.

"Namjoon," You whine, scratching at his neck and back.

"I know, sweetheart. Just a little while longer," He compromises.

"I can't...!" You gasp. Namjoon grabs your thighs and hikes them over his shoulders before ramming into you again. The couch is scratching against the hardwood, moving with him as he fucks you in this position. He hits you in all the right places, fucking you just as hard, fast, and deep as before. But this time, you can't control it. This time, the man on top of you looks fuzzy, and you wonder why he moans your name over and over again as your neck falls back against the pillows. You can definitely feel his dick twitching, though. And the unnecessary amount of wetness pooling at your core and thighs.

There’s a moment when nothing registers to you. You're just harshly breathing as all you can see is white, until Namjoon's voice wakes you out of your trance.

"Baby...y/n," He calls your name. But you're too exhausted to give a response.

Namjoon kisses your cheek as he slides a hand under your neck. He tilts your head up at him.

"Look at me," He demands, and you do. He's clearer now, but your eyelids feel like bricks as you attempt to blink. "You just squirted. All over me."

You laugh at that, as does Namjoon. He presses his sweaty forehead to yours before giving it a firm peck.

"Fuck, that was so hot. I love when you do that," He chuckles. "I love you," He says, showering your face in kisses.

"I love you, too," You sigh, finally able to catch your breath and look at your husband properly. God, yes, you do love this man.

"No, but really," He says, gathering his t-shirt from the ground and wiping up your thighs with it. "What kind of pasta did you have?"

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

hi hi hi hi hi im SCREAMING university superstar jk has me in his clutchessss 😭😭 i’m so pleased he apologized (go character development GO) and would love to know what he would create for that student activity/ what he loves the most about himself (if you happen to have an idea :)!! i really like your writing style and would LOVE to read more of your work 🥰🫶

Ahhhhh!!!!!! I’m so glad you liked it 🥺. As for the project…I’d say University Superstar JK would definitely fill in the prompt with either something super cocky or super sweet lol. But…given that towards end of the fic, JK shows his sentimental side and he really sympathizes with the projects after getting kicked out from Y/n, I think he’d fill in the prompt with the latter. This is actually a hard question to answer because there’s so many things to love about Jungkook, but I feel he’d say [I love my hands because they make me feel connected to the earth] or [I love my eyes because they make me feel/see the beauty in life]. I’m not entirely sure, but I feel like JK feels an extreme connection to what keeps him ground to reality, if that makes sense. Especially in this fic, Jungkook has a lot going on in his head, so I feel the features of himself that connect him to life outside of his thoughts are really important to him.

Im so so SO glad you like my writings! I have so many written, I am just in the very long process of organizing all my messy editing lol. Stay tuned…🤨🫰🫰