This. Was. So. Good. Literally Just Nasty Sexy Hot JK And Sweet And Cute Too? What More Could A Girl

This. Was. So. Good. Literally just nasty sexy hot JK and sweet and cute too? 🥵🥵🥵🥵 what more could a girl ask for?

not my fault | jjk (m)

Summary: After sparking a sinful conversation on a dating app, you vow to yourself that you won’t give in to more the notorious college fuckboy Jeon Jungkook might have to offer. That is, until he rings your doorbell just one night later – and it’s truly not your fault that he’s so damn hard to resist.

➵ pairing: Jungkook x female reader ➵ rating: 18+ ➵ genre:classmates to lovers, college!au; fluff, smut ➵ warnings: sexual tension, flirting/teasing/provoking, banter, a dating app :’), she has a crush on him but won’t admit it, grumpy roommate joon, crack dialogue, fuckboy!jk who wears glasses in class, idk that much about pharmacy i apologise; explicit sexual content: sexting, he makes her horny in public, petnames !!, fingering, edging, oral (f. & m. rec.), dom and big cawk jk wbk, he’s SO cocky, spanks (ass & clit ones), some choking, praising, messy but protected sex, she swallows his load <3, jk rlly loves her ass <3 ➵ word count: 12.6k ➵ a/n: been itching to write a lighthearted college au for so long and here we gooo !! @missgeniality​​​​​​​ thank you for enduring me and making this better and for not k*lling me yet, love thou, kitty <33 enjoy y’all – feedback is always appreciated !! <3

MASTERLIST | WIPS

“What’s with the constant yelling on this goddamn campus?”

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HOLY MOLY. 😳 that’s where you are stopping?! I think I choked at that ending. Of course eating while reading is a terrible idea when I’m deep in your thirst traps, Sunny. 😆😆😆😆

As usual you have a talent with words and feelings. I like how reading your works is comfortable and your writing style is easily consumable. What I mean is that it flows naturally with no stumbles or convoluted syntax or over complicated sentence structure. I myself struggle with that in my own writing so it’s a breath of fresh air. But it’s also extremely WELL written at the same time. I don’t get hung up on errors or dumbed down speech. In short - it’s perfect and I love reading your stuff. Always a pleasure to read. Hopefully I don’t sound like a total simp ha!

No Regrets | KNJ, JJK

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: smut, friends to lovers, there was only one bed!, Reunion!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: unrequited crushes becoming requited, 190811 Jungkook and platinum blonde Namjoon are the visuals, also both are gym rats so.... think "thick", excessive use of "Noona," lots of longing touches, implied threesome

Word Count: 1,000 on the dot!

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: One hot night spent lying between your friends Jungkook and Namjoon brings old feelings to light.

“Do you have any regrets, Noona?”

A/N: This was written as part of the Possums Fic Exchange for @reliablemitten! Mittens, you know I adore you, and I love spending time with you in the possum dumpster! I hope you like this one, I kind of read your list of likes and then smashed a bunch together. 💜

Special thanks to @minttangerines for helping me with this one!

Please let me know what you think, I’d love to hear from you! 💕

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You can’t sleep.

Might be because you’re not in your own bed. Could be jet lag kicking in. But it’s probably due to the fact that you’re sandwiched between your two very hot friends, Jungkook and Namjoon, as they both slumber beside you. 

Ten years ago, you would’ve been elated to find yourself lying between your two crushes. Tonight, though, you’re worn out from traveling, and you’re burning up, because they’re not just gorgeous, they’re literally hot, warmth radiating from both like they’re living, breathing furnaces. And the motel’s ancient AC unit is failing to keep the temp down. 

The night started on a high as you met up for dinner and drinks. Although it’s been a decade since you were together, you easily fell back into your old rapport. The three of you were a perpetual trio on campus - where one went, the other two always followed. But you never went there with either of them. Time and again you’d had a chance to say something, do something, but you never found the nerve, and your crushes went unrequited.

At check-in, the motel couldn’t find your reservation. Namjoon graciously offered to let you crash with him and Jungkook. But the motel messed up their booking as well, giving them a room with only one bed. And thanks to the college reunion that brought you all to town, there are no vacancies tonight. 

Your friends insisted that you take the bed, but you’d stubbornly countered that you could share. A queen-sized bed is big enough for three, right? Maybe, if two of those three aren’t as ridiculously swole as Jungkook and Namjoon. When had they become gym rats and why weren’t you notified? Perhaps deleting your social media was a mistake. God only knows how many Insta thirst traps you’ve missed. 

It’s just too hot. Your t-shirt and shorts are sticking to you. If only you were alone, so you could peel them off. Maybe you should’ve let the guys have the bed and slept on the floor. It’s probably a lot cooler down there. 

You shift slightly, seeking a more comfortable position. The mattress appears to be carved from stone and your back already aches. And sweat is starting to trickle… well, everywhere. As you fidget, your hips brush against Jungkook’s. There’s no change in his steady breathing, so you twist, turning onto your stomach. No relief is found there, so you roll back onto your side, bringing a knee up, your ass bumping him again as you contort yourself into a less painful pose.

A tattooed hand suddenly grabs your hip. 

“Noona. Stop that.” Jungkook rumbles, the command laced with exhaustion and maybe… frustration?

“Sorry,” you whisper over your shoulder, trying not to wake Namjoon. “Just trying to find the right position to keep my back from hurting.” 

“Well, unless getting your back blown out will help with that, you gotta stop rubbing on me.” 

“I - what?” Shocked by Jungkook’s response, you roll over to face him. He’s always been a flirt, but he’s never brazenly offered to, uh, perform sexual chiropractics on you before. He smirks at you in the dim light filtering into the room through the dingy blinds. 

“You heard me.” His hand finds your side again, and your gaze wanders up his inked arm and across his broad bare chest. 

“Do I need to give you two the room?” Another deep voice grumbles.

You roll over again to find Namjoon facing you, dark dragon eyes cracked open sleepily.

“No, I’m not sure what Kook is on about, but I’m just trying to get comfy,” you reply, flopping onto your back. 

“Is the heat bothering you?” Namjoon asks. “I was afraid to crank the AC too high, didn’t want it to short out.” 

“It is pretty warm,” you admit, and Namjoon hums apologetically.

Fingers tug on the bottom of your t-shirt. 

“You could take this off,” Namjoon murmurs huskily, sliding the fabric up your stomach slightly, and you shiver at his gentle touch. “Might help a little. Would you be more comfortable without clothes?”

“Uh….” ‘Comfortable’ seems to be a relative term here. More sweat prickles your forehead as you fail to reply, gaze bouncing from man to man. 

Something pulls at the fabric on your thigh. You glance down and watch the tattoos on Jungkook’s hand flex as he grips the thin material of your shorts. 

“What… what is happening right now?” You’re pretty sure you’re not dreaming, since you can feel every droplet of sweat beading all over your body. Not to mention the wetness pooling between your thighs.

“Kook-ah and I had a long talk a while ago,” Namjoon informs you, hand still playing with the hem of your shirt. “About regrets.” You tilt your head to peer at his face. There’s a yellow flicker in his eyes, just the streetlight outside reflecting there, but you could so easily believe it’s a flame.

“Do you have any regrets, Noona?” Jungkook purrs. His nose nuzzles into your ear, and you gasp as his soft breath tickles the sensitive skin there. “Anything you ever wish you’d said? Or done?”

“Um…” It’s very hard to think with a pair of teeth nibbling sharply on your earlobe and several large hands sliding beneath your clothes. You stare at the ceiling as if it might have an answer for you to give, but there’s nothing there except the outline of a water stain.

“We both agreed that this reunion is a second chance. That if any opportunities arose, we’d seize them.” The bunched cloth of your shirt pauses at the underside of your breasts, as Namjoon’s hand halts in its path. 

“So what do you say, Noona?” Dark curls fall across Jungkook’s brow as he draws back to study your expression. “Are you with us?” 

You uncurl your fingers from where they’ve been digging into the sheets beneath you. Placing one hand over Jungkook’s and the other over Namjoon’s, you nod. “Yeah. I’m with you. Seize away.”

© 2022 by sunshinerainbowsbts. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

I just powered through all 4 parts so far and WOW… I’m digging this whole Wedding Date alternative and all the additions and changes you’ve added. It’s so good and sweet and I can’t wait for JK’s life to be more fleshed out. And next chapter will be 🤤🤤🤤🤤 I’m certain. Keep it coming and I’ll keep reading! That I can promise! Love it!

Coquet, Part 4 | JJK

Coquet, Part 4

\ kō-​ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: cussing; explicit sexual conversations; awkward family dynamic; some anxiety; alcohol consumption; A LOT of sexual tension; vulnerable confessions; very touchy-feely JK; JK in a bathhouse (go figure)

Word count: 5.5K+ words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: Lots more edging here 😅 sorry!!! But a quick note to say that one of the scenes here was loosely inspired by a scene from “Insecure.” I miss that show so much and saw a marathon of it yesterday. Let me just say that it was the part when Lawrence and Nathan argued about which city had the best BBQ 🤣 Also…tiny callback to Gradation-JK (if you know, you know 😏).

“I don’t understand why he needs to join us. He’s not even–”

“Haru,” Taehyung says calmly. “He’s my sister’s boyfriend. I’m trying to be a good host.”

Haru swipes at the sweat dripping down his neck as he clicks his teeth. The steam room was agitating him more than usual.

“You’re too nice for your own good, Taehyungie. We barely even know the guy. Have you seen him strutting around?” He asked annoyingly.

Taehyung laughs. “Bro–only you would notice something like that. Besides, what’s the big deal anyway? I thought you were seeing somebody?”

He scoffed. “Well, it didn’t really work out but that’s not the point. I’m just saying that I don’t trust the guy.”

“Just let it go,” Taehyung says while leaning against the wooden backrest. “If my sister trusts him, who am I to question that?” He then turns his head sideways to address his friend directly. “Give him the benefit of the doubt. I did the same…to you,” he said quietly before closing his eyes and turning his head away.

Haru shifted uncomfortably, suddenly feeling the room get hotter.

******

“Was it love at first sight? Or was it – oohhhhmygoodd right there…” Mindi moaned as the masseuse worked one of the knots behind her shoulder.

The massage felt good. It didn’t matter that your skin was raw from the body scrub. You wanted to desensitize it. Desensitize it from his touch…

You’re safe with me.

You felt calmer after whatever sort of hypnotism he did on you back in the room. But after that? Whatever anxiety that you felt earlier seems to have lodged onto him. 

He was pulling away–or at least, that’s what it felt like, after emerging from the bathroom in his sweats. You barely spoke on the shuttle ride to the bathhouse. You might add that whether he was dressed in oversized joggers or a three-piece suit, it didn’t matter. He still looked hot. It wasn’t fair, really.

The hand-holding when you walked through the facility felt mechanical–even the kiss ‘goodbye’ before you parted ways to go into your own exclusive areas seemed rehearsed. It was nothing compared to the brief makeout session at brunch, which felt ironically more natural even though you were showing off to Haru.

You didn’t know him that well and…maybe it was another layer to the whole ‘package.’ You had no idea. You didn’t know many escorts so had no point of comparison.

So far, everything he’s shown you felt real–even though you kept repeating in your head that it wasn’t. You were fully aware that this was all fake…all for show. You paid for this whole boyfriend experience. But some small part of you–one that you couldn’t brush aside–made you think that…maybe there was a chance that this could be real? He did tell you that he would always be honest with you.

“Honey, you need to relax–you’re so tense,” the masseuse remarks.

“S-sorry,” you mumbled, unaware that your muscles were contracting while you were in deep thought. You took a deep breath, trying to clear your head.

“You think he’s nervous about joining the boys tomorrow night?” Mindi wondered, pulling you back to reality. 

When Taehyung mentioned last night that he extended an invitation to Jungkook to his bachelor party, you were understandably concerned. He’d be alone in a room with your brother and his friends…especially Haru. And lord knows what would happen with strippers and alcohol involved.

“Jungkook is very self-assured,” you said nonchalantly. “Mmm,” you groaned as the masseuse kneaded into your tissues. “He can handle himself perfectly around the guys. I’m not worried.”

“He seems very confident,” Mindi says. “I like that. Makes him even sexier…ohhh yes, harder.”

You snorted. “Mindi…” The therapists started to giggle along.

“I mean–seriously, unnie–how does it feel to bang the hottest guy in the room?”

The giggling started to get louder. Thankfully, this spa had semi-private massage rooms and could only accommodate two appointments, simultaneously.

“It’s okay, unnie–Auntie Rose isn’t here. And I won’t tell!”

You couldn’t lie around Mindi. She was like your little sister. Just like her brother, these Park siblings could see right through you. It was a miracle that they haven’t called you out on this whole ruse with Jungkook yet. So you decide to play along and go with the closest ‘honest’ answer.

“A good girl never kisses and tells, Mindi,” you said with a soft laugh. “Now, if you don’t mind. I’m trying to relax here.”

As you closed your eyes, you wondered–how exactly would it feel to bang the hottest guy in the room?

******

“How did you get into the field?”

“You know what, I always saw myself as somebody who wanted to help people–that seems corny,” Jungkook chuckled.

“Not at all,” YN’s dad, Jae, says as he eyed him intently. “That sounds like an earnest goal…and here you are, achieving it.”

Jungkook nodded quietly. 

“But surely, it must be difficult to get some time off?” He wondered out loud.

“It is, if I’m going to be honest. But luckily, I’ve been given a bit of leeway at the hospital. I put in a lot of hard work, after all this time,” Jungkook explains to him.

“How do you find a balance? I’m sure your job takes time away from your personal life,” Jimin chimes in.

“It does. And for a while–I didn’t have a personal life to speak of,” Jungkook says with a chuckle. “At least, not until after I met YN.”

“I just felt this pull from her,” he says wistfully. “Before I knew it, I was shuffling my shift around at the hospital just so I could get out in time to be with her.”

YN’s dad smiles warmly then stops to narrow his eyes at him. “You’re not pulling my leg are you, son?”

Jimin tilted his chin down, eyeing Jungkook intently as well.

Jungkook chuckled but looked Jae straight in the eye. “Sir, with all due respect–I know that I just met you yesterday but I’m here, sitting in a warm pool with you…buck naked, I might add. I’ve got nothing to hide,” he says confidently, then leaning back against the tile, arms spread wide.

After a long pause, your dad lets out a guffaw while Jimin turns his face away, cracking up. “Good point,” he says in between laughs. “You’ll fit right into this family then!”

With that, he laughed along with them, feeling some sort of relief. Your family made him feel at ease. Maybe he didn’t need to hold back too much. He wanted all of his dates to be successful–he has yet to fail at that.

So he wanted this to be good and pull out all the stops…especially since this was going to be his last.

******

The men and women all returned to the resort in separate groups. You caught a later shuttle with Mindi and Jennie, texting Jungkook that you would just meet up back at the hotel.

As soon as you walk through the hotel lobby, Jennie excuses herself to check on Taehyung at the lounge. You waved her off and continued joking around with Mindi, laughing loudly.

“I don’t know–I just didn’t want to call him back. I thought I made it clear.”

“Mindi, if you didn’t want to see him again–why did you tell him he gave good head?”

She scoffed. “I just thought he needed some positive reinforcement–you know…kind of like a letter of recommendation. I was trying to be encouraging.”

You rolled your eyes. “If you just wanted a whole no-strings arrangement, then you should have told him that!”

Mindi made puppy-eyes at you. “Really, unnie? You won’t judge me?”

You smiled warmly at her. “Please…you and Jiminie have seen me at my worst. I’m in no position.”

Mindi smiles at you then suddenly envelops you into a hug. “I’m so happy you’re with Jungkook now,” she pulls away.

You laughed. “That’s great, Mindi…but I still won’t play ‘rate that dick’ with you!”

“Oh come on!” She whined. “It’s the best game ever! I even got Jennie to play along tomorrow–and you know how super uptight she can get.”

Before you could begrudgingly agree, you feel his arm snake around your waist from behind, pulling you towards him and turning you. You see his smiling face and big, round eyes, looking straight at you.

“Uh, hi,” you said, suddenly flustered. Earlier, he seemed distant. But now, it feels as if something’s shifted. You have the time to analyze it as his lips were already closing in on you.

As he pulled away, he smiled at you, leaving Mindi giggling like a schoolgirl before excusing herself. You told her you’d hook up with her later this evening to talk about what else to expect tomorrow.

“You look pretty…loose,” you remarked at him.

“As do you,” he says with a chuckle. “Did you have a nice, relaxing afternoon?”

You smiled at him. “I did. And you?” 

You both started to walk towards the elevators, keeping his hand on the small of your back. “Yeah. I hung out with your dad and Jimin for the most part.” 

Your eyebrows lifted nervously and your jaw slowly dropped. “Oh wow…and how did that go? W-what did you guys talk about?” 

“Not much. We were just shooting the breeze–they were trying to get to know me.”

That stopped you in your tracks in a slight panic. “What did you say?” It occurred to you that you didn’t really go in-depth about his backstory.

“Pretty much what we agreed on…with some embellishments of my own,” he says simply.

Your brows knitted further. “And? D-do you think they bought it? A-are they–”

“There you are, Jungkookie!” Your dad bellows as he walks out of the lounge. “Are you coming back to join us or what?”

He calls back over his shoulder. “I just wanted to make sure that YN got back okay.”

Just then, Jimin comes up from behind him. “We just cracked open the Johnnie Walker Blue, Jay-Kay,” he yells out.

Jungkook laughed. “Alright, alright. Just give me a few minutes. Save some for me!”

“You snooze, you lose,” Jimin says before turning on his heel to walk back, pulling your dad along with him to rejoin the guys. 

Jungkook turned to you and smiled. “Does that answer your question?” 

You laughed softly, feeling a bit more reassured.

“Would you mind if I hung out with them or would you rather I stayed with you and kept you company? Because I can, you know…if you want me to?” He looks at you with some sort of hope that you’d ask him to stay. But you thought it would be a good idea to capitalize on him getting in your dad, Jimin, and Taehyung’s good graces.

“I’ll be fine–you go and have fun. I think it would be a good strategy for them to get to know you a bit more, don’t you think?”

He nods and gives you a small smile. “Right. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it.”

“More than okay! I might take a nap before Mindi and I grab dinner,” you said. The scrub, the massage, lounging around the bathhouse for hours–it would be nice to snooze for a bit and relish in all that relaxation.

“Okay. I’ll check in with you in about an hour, cool?”

“Sure,” you said with a smile. Before you continue towards the bank of elevators, he pulls you in closer once more and dips his head to kiss you again. He moved in fast. And truthfully, you saw that coming but didn’t turn away.

It was slow and leisurely. You let out a soft moan, which he took as his queue to slide his tongue in. 

All the chaotic thoughts, emotions, and energy that had been swirling inside you, suddenly became too much to contain. Your hand circled around his neck, while his hand cupped your jaw, pulling your mouth closer to his.

His tongue did slow, savoring licks that made you wonder what it would be like to feel him doing the same thing between your legs.

Shocked by your own thoughts, you pull away abruptly, gasping.

Your eyes flickered at him while the room spun. “What was that for?” You managed to choke out.

His gaze was clear and steady. “No reason. I just felt like it. I’ll see you later,” he smirked before turning to walk away from you.

You scan the lobby, wondering if he was just showing off to someone unbeknownst to you. But to your surprise, the coast was clear.

******

You were still on a high from Jungkook’s kiss while you walked back to your room. Seconds later, you run into your mom down the hallway.

“Darling! Did you just get back?” She asks cheerily.

“Yeah, I hung out with the girls a bit longer.” It was as if she had completely forgotten about the events this morning.

“Ah–looks like you did the scrub and oil massage. Your skin looks–I don’t know, more glowy this time!” She grins after a quick assessment of you.

“I did,” you said curtly. She always had something to say–about your skin, your hair, your job…your love life.

“YN, I’m…I’m sorry about earlier. You know I was only trying to be lighthearted about it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ma, there’s nothing lighthearted about what I went through,” you said bitterly.

She pursed her lips. “You know I love you, YN,” she says, softening her expression as she reaches out to squeeze your arm gently.

“But?”

“What do you mean ‘but?’” She knits her eyebrows in confusion.

“You tell me you love me but there’s always a ‘but.’”

She chuckles softly. “Darling girl, I know that our relationship hasn’t been great–but I hope you know that I’ve always wanted the best for you–despite what you think of me.”

“Sure, ma. Thanks,” you deadpanned.

She gives you a half-hug, which you also half-heartedly lean into. “Alright, well–I’m going to have tea with Dahlia. Would you like to join us?”

“Nah, I was going to take a nap,” you sighed as you tapped your keycard at the door sensor and entered your room.

“Alright. I’ll catch up with you later, okay?” She trailed off as you shut your door. And just like that, she’s burst your bubble again.

******

“I’m actually pretty excited about the seafood buffet this weekend–it was the one thing I asked Jennie for the reception,” Taehyung says proudly.

The guys were gathered around the lounge, drinks and conversation flowing right after dinner. Some were seated by the bar while some were seated by the small tables pushed closer together. A few of them partake in cigars. The level of testosterone in the room was so thick, you could taste it.

“Well…can’t blame you, Taehyungie. We have the best seafood offerings out here,” Haru says as he blows some smoke up at the ceiling.

Jungkook puckered his lips then twisted them wryly. “Mm–I don’t know. I prefer the seafood back home.”

Haru narrowed his eyes at him then scoffed. “There are plenty of good seafood spots out here–ones with Michelin stars.”

Taehyung jumps into the conversation. “No, no…that’s cool–talk your shit, Jay-Kay! The Pacific coast has amazing offerings. I know that when I go visit YN, I always have to have the cioppino out there. And the oysters? Man…” he sighs.

“Come on…the oysters out here are far more superior,” Haru snorts as he takes a swig of his drink.

“Really? I’ve actually tried them before and–they’re not that great, in my opinion,” Jungkook says dismissively.

Haru gets worked up from Jungkook’s comment. “You know, it’s funny you say that because YN used to enjoy them a lot when she used to live here,” he says smugly. “Ate them by the bucketful.”

Jungkook’s lips curve into a smile, keeping his eyes at Haru. “That was then. But… ever since she’s had the ones back home, she says she prefers those now because they taste sweeter. Unlike the ones out here,” he shrugs. “A bit salty.”

Jimin laughs out loud, squeezing Jungkook’s shoulder and clinking his glass against his as Haru’s jaws ticks.

******

You had missed each other earlier in the evening while you, Mindi, Jennie and the rest of her friends had dinner at a restaurant close by.

Hours later, he creeps back into your room. You were awoken by him switching on the bathroom light and the sound of the vent humming.

You stayed up a few minutes more, staring at the ceiling as the shower finally switched off.

When he stepped out, he was dressed in a pair of sweats and not much else. He walked towards the couch and began to fluff his pillow.

You sat up slightly. “Hey,” you called out softly so as not to startle him.

He turned to face you. “Did I wake you?”

You shook your head. “No. I just woke up randomly. I had trouble falling asleep. Figured it might have been the nap I took earlier.”

Or it could have been you thinking about his tongue in your mouth earlier. Nah…it couldn’t have been that.

“Did you have a good time with the guys?”

“Yeah,” he said with a grin. “Your dad and Taehyung are hilarious.”

You smiled. “I hope they didn’t get you too drunk.”

“Nah. They tried…but I know my way around it. They just think that I had a lot to drink.”

You nodded. As he was about to slide under his covers, you stopped him.

“Jungkook–”

“Yeah?”

You tried to steady your heartbeat. “I think–maybe you should sleep on the bed.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you. Sharing a bed with a client wasn’t new to him. He just based it on comfort level. But if he was asked…

“Is that what you want?”

“I mean–I-I was just thinking, you know,” you stuttered, “It’s a big bed…and just in case somebody knocked and–it would seem suspicious if they saw sheets on the couch, don’t you think?”

Sure, YN. That’s what it is…

“Right, but are you comfortable with that?” Jungkook had to ask because he sensed apprehension from you.

“Yeah, I mean–I’m a side-sleeper anyway. A-and–I can put some pillows between us, you know?” You added quickly.

There was no way you could bear that much direct contact with him.

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, trying to stifle a smile–thankful it was dark enough in the bedroom. “Okay,” he says simply. He picks up the sheets and pillows from the couch. He deposits the sheets in the overhead shelf in the closet before rounding the corner towards the bed.

You watch him lift the covers on the other side and slide the pillow next to you, making a mini fort. The mattress dips as he sinks in, pulling the covers at his waist.

He turns his head towards you. “If you change your mind–”

“I won’t,” you say too quickly, swallowing hard. “All part of the deal, right?”

“Riiight,” he drags out his reply, his gaze never leaving yours.

You inhaled sharply. “Okay, well…good night,” you say tightly before sliding back down onto your pillow then turning your body to face the opposite direction.

“Good night, YN.” He murmurs.

******

The following morning, you woke up to breakfast–which Jungkook ordered via room service. It was most of your favorites, which he seemed to clearly take note of during brunch yesterday.

“Wow, you didn’t have to do this, Jungkook,” you said.

“You got the coffee yesterday, I figured I’d return the favor,” he says, pulling out a chair for you.

“Part of the package?” You asked.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you,” he replies.

Geez, YN. Why are you such a bonehead?

“Oh. Uhm…thank you,” you said as you took your seat.

“Besides…I figured we’d need all of the food and drink we can muster with what they have planned today.”

Yes–today was stag and hen day. Emphasis on ‘day’ as Mindi and Haru had both coordinated day-long events–mostly involving alcohol and other forms of debauchery for the bride and groom. They wanted to maximize that final farewell–or as Mindi says, two big middle fingers–to single life.

While you help yourself to some slices of bacon and eggs florentine, Jungkook’s phone rings. He excuses himself to take the call in the bathroom.

From a distance, you can vaguely hear him speaking in a clipped tone. But you didn’t want to eavesdrop so you continued on with your breakfast. 

It took about five minutes when he finally reemerged, sitting next to you and taking a huge gulp of his coffee, phone still clutched in one hand.

“Everything okay?” You asked.

“Mm-hm,” he says as he sets his cup down on the coaster, as he types furiously onto the screen.

“Another client?” You try to sound casual as you take a sip of your coffee.

He looks up from his phone, locks the screen then turns to you.

“No, actually. It’s, uh…personal.”

“Oh.” You shouldn’t sound disappointed. He had a personal life outside of this. He said it himself, he didn’t expect to be an escort his whole life. 

“I’m actually not taking clients anymore,” he says as he stows his phone away in his pocket, digging into his eggs.

“R-really?” You sounded too surprised there so you changed your tone to be a bit more nonchalant. “I mean, really?”

He chuckles. “Yeah. I told you, I’ve been out of the game. And…I intend on staying out of it—after this, that is.”

“So, about that…” This was your chance. You had asked him about this on your first night but he brushed it off by redirecting another question to you.

“You said before that your profile had been inactive. But why did you answer my DM?”

He pursed his lips. It looked like he wanted to fib his way through this but you wanted to corner him.

“Honesty, right?” You said, invoking his ‘rule.’

He smiled. “Touché, Ms. YLN.”

“Well?”

“The truth is anticlimactic and…pretty stupid, actually,” he began slowly.

“Try me.”

He inhaled through his teeth, stifling a laugh, then shrugged his shoulders. “I got a new phone and I set it up using a backup file. Somehow, that backup didn’t register the last changes that I made. So on my new phone, my app profile still came up as active. I didn’t think anything of it until I saw the email alerts–from you. I was set on deleting them but then I saw that you left a voice message.”

“What, did I sound too desperate or something?” You tried to laugh it off.

“I thought it was the opposite.”

Your smile slowly faded.

“You sounded…hopeful. It was refreshing for me, in a way–after not picking up any jobs for a while,” he shrugged, looking down at his plate.

“The majority of my clients hire me because they want to show off. But you?” He lifted his head and narrowed his eyes, as if trying to figure you out. “It sounded like you just needed,” he paused for a beat, then sighed, “‘Me’.”

You didn’t realize how loaded his last statement was. Yes, you needed him–for a purpose. Not to show off but to help keep yourself together and deflect some of the embarrassment and insecurities. A sort of shield, if you may.

//FLASHBACK

“Cris, it’s been like, two weeks and he hasn’t responded. I think I should take this as a sign.”

“Girl, no! Don’t do that! You need to borderline harass him!”

“Fuck, are you crazy? I don’t want to sound desperate! I’m just going to have to face the music here–I’m just gonna go alone, grit my teeth while my mother embarrasses me and people give me their sad looks while Haru stands there unscathed.”

“Babe, maybe he’s just busy…” she tries to reason.

“No, no. This was a stupid idea. I shouldn’t have done this. There’s a ‘call’ option here so I’m just going to let him know that I’ve changed my mind and to forget the whole thing. No harm done!”

******

“Hi,” you said shakily. “I know, I sent you a couple of messages and I realize that you probably needed a longer lead time than three months. I…” you paused. “I’m going to level with you. I only hoped that I could bring somebody emotionally removed…somebody who–won’t feel sorry for me despite my sad situation. I just need somebody whom I can lean on and just straight-up tell me to get my head out of my ass.” Your voice started to crack but you realized that nobody was listening on the other end so you cleared your throat. 

“Anyway! I’m sorry to bother you with all that, over a recording–my god,” you said, mortified. “Uh, yeah so…y-you don’t have to get back to me. I just–wanted you to know that I’m…I’m good. Thank you for…considering. Uhm…bye.”

//END FLASHBACK

******

You cringed, vaguely remembering your rambling voicemail to him. You sounded pathetic. Maybe he did take some pity on you after all.

“Like I said, I wanted somebody who wouldn’t feel sorry for me,” you laughed uncomfortably.

“I didn’t feel sorry for you–not at all. I called you back because I felt that I could help you.”

“And I’m sure you needed the money,” you scoffed under your breath.

He tilted his head subtly. “Sometimes it’s not always about the money.”

You stared at each other intently. You haven’t had much experience with people who have been hired for ‘special companionship.’ If this was a norm for them or not–having some sort of connection with clients.

You thought it was all part of the deal–some physical and emotional support? Kind of like a shrink? They sure charge for time like shrinks do.

You were guarded–mainly because he was a stranger to you.

A stranger whom you’d shared kisses and intimate touches with. A stranger whom you just shared a bed with!

He’s gotten a preview of your insecurities and taken a glimpse of the reasons for them.

“Why did he break it off?”

Your brows lifted at the question about how things ended with Haru.  At the heart of it, Jungkook was still a complete stranger to you. You shifted in your seat a little but decided to answer him anyway. It didn’t feel like he was asking to be invasive. He wasn’t Cris or Mindi–whom you spent nights and some days on the phone, sobbing while asking ‘why,’ repeatedly.

He wasn’t privy to the heartbreak and confusion that ate you up for the better part of a year.

“I don’t know, really,” you began. And that was God's honest truth. “We were together for six years even though we’ve known each other since we were kids. We were engaged for close to two years and then, out of the blue, he says that he’s made a mistake and didn’t really see us having a future together.” You threw your hands up in defeat. “And…that was that.”

“Did he give you a reason why?” He asked.

“He gave me ‘a’ reason…which I didn’t really buy. Then again, I didn’t want to force him to stay. He seemed to have his mind made up. There’s nothing sadder than a woman begging a man to stay…” They were words your mother lived by.

“You’re sure he didn’t just knock some girl up or something deeper than that?” He looks at you pointedly.

You laughed. “I mean…I don’t know. That would be a really cruel joke if he did.”

He nodded. “It would. Not impossible though,” he points out.

“I guess.” You relented. “Sometimes, I think that even after all these years, maybe I didn’t really know him.”

He sighed before he asked his next question. “And you want him back?”

You shrugged. “Haru…he was my first love. He made me feel safe. He was familiar. I felt like I could really be myself around him.”

His eyebrows quirked. “Is that right?”

“Yeah, why?” You scrunch your face at his skepticism. 

“Because…if you ask me, I feel like you are anything but yourself around him.”

Now it was your turn to raise your brows at him. “Oh, so you’re saying that you know who I really am?”

“It’s not hard to guess. I see the way you interact with your brother and your cousins. You’re loud, inappropriate—“ He raised his eyebrow at you.

You give him an offended look.

Seeing your face, he chuckled. “But…you are also funny, sweet, and caring. I can see that you love with your whole heart. And the way you laugh—“ he stopped short.

During the brief interactions he’s seen between you and your brother and cousins, your laughs resonated from the depths of your belly. You didn’t hold back. But whenever Haru walked by or was in close proximity, he saw you shrink like a violet. It was as if you were a different person.

With Haru out of the picture, you were as genuine as you could be. As someone whose business thrived off of fake shit, Jungkook appreciated that about you…so much so that you intrigued him even further.

“And what about my laugh?” You ask him pointedly.

He returned your gaze, the corners of his mouth twitch a little. “Just as loud...but authentic,” he said softly.

You scoffed. “Oh, so you’re a laugh expert now?”

He shrugged his shoulders, trying to sound noncommittal. “You can tell a lot about a person just by the way they laugh. If they’re just being polite, mean-spirited…or just real.”

You regarded him intently. You didn’t realize how…introspective he could be.

“Plus, it’s part of my job to be observant. I need to be able to react quickly and smoothly without any prompting or obvious instructions from my clients. It helps sell the fantasy,” he adds.

Oddly, his explanation made a lot of sense to you. So you decide to turn the question onto him. “And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Who is the real Jungkook? What is your true self? I mean…when you’re not fulfilling women’s fantasies.”

He laughed softly. “Nobody’s ever asked me that.” His head bowed and he got quiet for a bit. He chewed at his bottom lip and subtly fidgeted with his lip piercing.

You tilted your head to the side. “Well? Will you answer? Or is that going to cost me extra,” you tease him.

He lifted his head to look up at you. “I’ll answer that…for free,” he grinned.

You shifted where you sat and awaited his response.

He exhaled sharply. “Despite my chosen line of work, I’m a huge fan of honesty…in every aspect of my life.”

“Huh. Okay...” It felt a little anticlimactic but he was being vulnerable and you appreciated that.

He laughed. “I know it sounds boring, but it’s one thing I try to live by. Which was why I told you from the outset…that we need to be completely honest with each other.”

“Right. Before we lie to everyone else,” you said ruefully. 

He smiled. “The irony isn’t lost on me. But like I said, I’m entering into, for lack of a better term,” he gestures air quotes with his hands—“A ‘business partnership’ with you. There has to be some trust and integrity there. Otherwise, we can’t be successful at this.”

There he was, sounding professional again. The constant shifting in personas wasn’t lost on you. It’s been almost three days of this. One minute, he’d be sweet and he would sound so sincere–calming you down, getting you breakfast…or kissing you ‘just because he felt like it’. And then, at a drop of a hat, he would go into this whole spiel of his business practices.

You nodded–it was all you could do. Trust and integrity were hard to come by these days. And if someone—even one whose living is typically built on lies—uses it as some sort of guiding principle, that was good enough for you. At the end of the day, you felt that you trusted him.

“I agree. On all counts,” you smiled.

He smiled back, suddenly changing tact. “So—you ready to get this bachelorette party rolling or what?”

You laughed. “I don’t know. Are you cool tagging along with the guys during whatever craziness they have planned?”

“Are you undermining my skills?” He asks you pointedly.

That look he gave you lit a fire in the base of your belly, making your cheeks heat up. 

“Uh, no. Not at all,” you said simply, trying to calm your stomach down from doing somersaults. You purse your lips. “You know there’s going to be strippers there, right?” You said, trying to sound as if you didn’t care.

He cocked an eyebrow at you and lowered his voice. “Would you like to impose restrictions on me? Look but don’t touch?”

You coughed, trying to catch your breath. “N-no! Not at all! I mean…go have fun! It’s a party, after all!” You wave your hands around aimlessly, as if trying to shake off this tense energy.

He laughed. “It’s fine if you want to. And I assure you, I can and will conduct myself appropriately,” he smirked. “I’m loyal to one woman after all,” he says, taking your hand, holding it up to his lips to kiss it.

You wanted to believe that, really. And maybe–if you got enough liquid courage in you tonight, you could make a quick stop at the ATM. It would be a shame if all those condoms were to go to waste.

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Love to Hate (Ch. 9)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Genre: Fuck Buddies / Enemies to Lovers (honorary idiots to lovers for this chapter!!)

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Synopsis: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you’ve done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Rating: 18+ (semi-explicit chapter)

Warnings: making out, feeling up (this feels so strange to write as a warning haha but I guess??)

Word Count: 10,446

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Queen of Ice | 09

; Bodyguard!Jungkook x Princess!Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 3.3k

; Synopsis: Jeon Jungkook is the best water magic user of his generation, so it made sense that he was given the prestigious posting as a royal bodyguard. His position puts him close to you, the Crown Princess of Sejong and the only ice magic user in history. Jungkook is great at protecting you from danger, but not so much at protecting his own heart.

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This is my favorite combo of sexy and sweet JK. He’s a freaking angel in this story but then they move to the bedroom 😏. I really enjoyed this!

blackout | jjk

Pairings: Jungkook x female reader

Rating: 18+ | Mature | Explicit

Word Count: 16k | read on ao3

Synopsis: You’ve just been laid off, and all you want to do is eat some dinner, curl into bed, and forget. Unfortunately, the neighborhood block party is tonight, and the festivities turn downright chaotic when the entire city loses power. Don’t fret, though. Jungkook will help take your mind off things for a while.

Genres | Content Warnings | Themes: Strangers to lovers, FLUFF with a capital FLUFF, Yugyeom makes an appearance, humor, comfort, smut (starts out with sweet, vanilla sex and masturbation, turns into biting, hickeys, fingering, oral sex [female receiving, male receiving], edging, protected vaginal sex, playful spanking, overstimulation, spitting), drinking / drinking games, drug use (weed edibles).

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Eyes wet with steaming, streaming tears, you let the bodies push you back.

Back to the elevator.

Back down to the lobby.

And back to the curb outside.

Where he looks up and finds your twisted, nauseated expression.

“Hey,” he says softly.

You didn’t see him when you stepped back onto the sidewalk. Even now, you only see him in parts.

Bent fingers clutch his hoodie’s drawstring, pulling left, then right. The denim of the jacket over it shifts slightly as he does. Full lips rest against each other lightly, an interrupted, absent-minded whistle reforming into more words.

“You dropped something.”

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