Ah This Was So Cute And So Hot LOVED THIS!!

ah this was so cute and so hot LOVED THIS!!

nock & loaded | jjk

summary: you should be resting before your big match at the olympics, but can you say no when those eyes are asking you to practice with him one more time?

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

wc: 3.8k

genre/au/rating: 18+ | s2l, olympic athlete au | smut

warnings: pwp • semi-public sex • shower sex • dirty talk • unprotected sex • impact play (ass and titties!) • hair pulling • edging • breast play • creampie • biting • name calling (whore, slut) • fingering • handjob

author's note: i don't know how archery works. happy birthday to the sweetest jungkook. here's to him endlessly wrecking us all! thanks anon for requesting this, it was fun to write (my requests are closed)! and a huge other thank you to @joyfulhopelox for beta-reading! i appreciate you, maria!

m.list | ao3

Steady.

You nock the arrow in its spot, holding the bow in front of you as your three fingers draw the string taut. The back of your hand is warm against your cheek. You inhale deeply, slowly, as you line up the shot – a little lower than you’d expect, you remind yourself, closing an eye out of habit.

Everything stills.

You no longer hear the incessant buzzing from the fluorescent lights or the soft chattering from the crowd of people practicing next to you.

It’s just you and the yellow bullseye.

You exhale one final time before your fingers loosen their grip; the arrow shooting straight into its intended mark, lodging itself to the target with a thunk.

Padding over to the target, you yank the arrow roughly, returning it to the quiver on your hip as your hand trails over the deep indent on the foam. Slightly off-center, you chastise yourself. With a determined set of your jaw, you make your way to the shooting line to try again. The grip around your compound bow tightens and you roll your shoulders back, stretching your neck in the process before you resume your stance.

Inhale. Exhale.

Eyes sharp and focused, you launch arrow after arrow in rapid succession; the air whistling where you slice it in half, as a volley of fire rains down on the poor, battered target. You don’t stop. Not until your arms tremble and you're unable to lift the weight of the bow in your hand. Sighing irritably, you collect your final arrows – all in the yellow circle aside for one – before shoving them roughly in the quiver and moving the target back to its original position against the wall.

Looking around the gym, you’re unsurprised to find it mostly deserted, save for a few stragglers still practicing their craft. The large clock on the wall tells you that it’s not even midnight and you curse your tired body for its inability to keep up. Granted, your competition isn’t until the day after tomorrow, but this is the Olympics and you wanted to squeeze in as many practices as you could before then. Chugging the remainder of your water, you stare at the wall, running through all the advice your coach has given you in the past to see how you could do better.

“Hi.”

You could’ve screamed, heart beating rapidly in your chest when you whirl around to find a man behind you.

“Sorry,” he frowns before chuckling awkwardly as his hand brushes some hair away from his face. A very handsomeface; equipped with shimmering, dark eyes and a dimpled smile. “I’m Jungkook, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He thrusts his hand towards you and though you’re hesitant, you take it, a half-smile on your face. “Hi Jungkook, I’m—”

“I know who you are,” he interrupts excitedly, pumping your hand up and down. Upon noticing your bewildered expression, Jungkook visibly cringes; eyes shutting and brows furrowing as he groans. “Sorry, again, God.”

You cough, eyes flickering south to hint at your joined palms and Jungkook yanks his hand away quickly. But the force of his action causes you to tumble forward into his chest.

His very toned chest.

Heat rises to your cheeks when you realise your hands are splayed and gently squeezing his body. You can't help the laughter bursting out of your chest as Jungkook helps you regain your sense of balance and it only makes you laugh harder when you spy the man turning scarlet. He joins your mirth, but it sounded a little strained.

“Jesus, I swear I’m not like this normally,” he half-cough, half-chuckles. “I just wanted to say that I’m a huge fan. You won gold two years in a row and I’ve watched all your matches since last year." Jungkook hesitates for a second, mouth opening and closing several times while he studies your sneakers. "Okay, that’s all. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bury myself into a hole and never come out now.”

Jungkook turns around to leave, and you can hear him cursing himself under his breath about your interaction. You couldn't help the smile tugging the corners of your lips when you catch him shaking his head vigorously as he groans yet again.

Your body moves before your mind could stop it, sneakers squeaking on the floor as you jog towards him. Jungkook's interesting. And cute.

“Wait—” you call out, reaching out to grab him by the sleeve of his grey sweatshirt when you're near. “You obviously seem to know who I am. But I don’t think it’s fair that I don’t know who you are. Enlighten me?”

Jungkook’s face lights up. “Oh, yeah! I’m the newest entrant for the indoor match. I’m playing after you,” he grins sheepishly, hand resting on the back of his neck. His gaze drifts to the bow in your hand. “Were you done with practice? I was actually hoping you’d give me a few pointers.”

"Is that why you approached me?" You can't help but tease, adoring the endearing way he dips his head and smiles at you through his lashes despite being much taller than you. Though you really should be going back to your room to rest, you can’t find the strength to deny him of his request. “I'm messing with you, Jungkook. Let me grab the target.”

“No, let me!” Jungkook bounds excitedly to the wall lined with the rectangular foam pieces, his loud shoes slapping loudly against the gym floor as he drags one of them behind him. You suppress your giggle as you watch him set it up, his tongue peeking out of his mouth while he measures the distances between the target and the shooting line carefully.

When he finished, he jogged over to where you're standing, picking up his own bow from the floor. He rolls his shoulders and takes a deep breath, fastening the tail of the arrow to the string. "Okay, I'm ready," Jungkook grins with a tilt of his chin. "Should I start shooting?"

You shake your head and motion for him to stand behind the line. “Before you do that, show me your stance,” you instruct, studying as Jungkook raises the weapon at eye level. He pulls the tail of the arrow taut against the string with his other hand to rest it on his cheek. You briefly admire the way his face changes – the innocent facade melting away with the set of his jaw and furrowed eyebrows; his gaze sharp on the yellow circle ahead.

You redirect your focus back to his stance and not at his possibly fit body. The same one you felt just moments before.

Shaking your head away to clear the indecent thoughts, you study his posture by walking around him in circles. You spy something out of place and without thinking, your hands come up to touch his forearms, bending it back slightly— only for the arrow from his faltered grip.

"Sorry,” you scramble, hands returning swiftly to your side. Jungkook coughs, avoiding your gaze and your heart sinks at the thought that maybe you’ve made him uncomfortable. “Did I scare you?”

His eyes widen as he whips his head to meet your crestfallen gaze, shaking his head rapidly from side to side. "Oh no, I, uh, wasn't expecting to be touched, that's all," he explains, shuffling his weight to his other foot. "I'm the one who should be sorry. You're taking time to help me practice and I'm mumbling around like an idiot."

You relax at his words, throwing him a smile as you shake your head. "Nah, I should've warned you. Show me your stance again? There's a few things I want to point out."

Jungkook’s more reserved when he draws the arrow this time and though his aim is to the target, you feel his eyes watching your every move from his periphery. Years of training has helped you focus instantly on the small mistakes in his posture, adjusting his footing or arm placement as you lecture. “Here, relax your forearm, you don’t want that sticking out,” you point out, touching his inner elbow to bend it slightly. “We don't want you getting injured.”

You continue your assessment by shifting his stance with slight touches, completely oblivious to the contracting muscles underneath your fingertips. “Tilt your hips more and—”

“Ngh—”

Oh.

Jungkook stiffens under your touch and you freeze in place, your hands firmly rooted on his waist. You slowly drag your eyes to study his features. He looks appalled – beads of sweat dripping from his forehead while his cheeks gradually take in the colour of a tomato. Jungkook refuses to turn to you, wide eyes still locked on the target ahead though his mouth is now pressed to a grim line.

A dangerous idea crosses through your mind and you can’t help the mischievous smirk that stretches across your lips. “Focus, Jungkook,” you purr, dropping your voice a few notes lower. “You’re lucky I’m even here coaching you, y’know?”

You dig your fingers into his hips, making him jump and lose his grip on the bow, the equipment clattering uselessly on the ground.

“Pick it up,” you command with a chuckle. He heeds your request with trembling hands, returning quickly to the proper stance you’ve taught him. “Good boy, such a fast learner.”

While you continue your nonchalant lecture, your hands roam all over his body though your touches now linger a few heartbeats longer than before. You observe his reactions with great interest: at his trembling arms, shallow breathing, and glassy, half-lidded eyes. Despite the telltale signs, his gaze is still trained on the target ahead.

You click your tongue at the lackluster reactions. So, you decide to tease him further, squishing your tits firmly on his back as your arms circle around his waist. His chest expands and you hear his thundering heartbeat marching alongside your own. Standing on your tiptoes, you graze the shell of his ear with your lips.

“Go on," you whisper, nipping lightly at his earlobe. "Take the shot.”

Jungkook growls when he releases the arrow, but neither of you know where it lands. The instant you hear a thunk, he chucks the bow haphazardly to the side, the weapon clattering loudly on the gym floor, to whirl around and crash his lips onto yours.

He pulls you in an embrace, a hand circling your midsection while his hot tongue swipes on your bottom lip. Your head swims with his scent and you moan desperately into his mouth, hands fisting the front of his tracksuit to pull him closer. You didn't know if there were people still left in the gym, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care – not when Jungkook’s large hands are kneading your ass and the pool of desire continues to build in your abdomen, numbing all your other senses to focus solely on his touch.

“Showers. Now,” he commands. You respond with a giggle and he pulls you to the direction of the bathrooms, abandoning your scattered equipment on the floor.

---

The steam from the shower helps you battle the cold tiles against your back. Your eyes are closed as you let out moan after airy moan while Jungkook slams three of his tattooed fingers repeatedly into your aching cunt.

Your own hand strokes his shaft, squeezing and tugging gently while his hips buck in tandem. The shower fails to dampen the loud squelches reverberating the room and you only hope that it’s late enough that no one is around.

“Ngh—fuck!” he grunts loudly when you gently run your thumb across the slit of his throbbing cock head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve – mmh – fantasized about this for so long.”

The thought makes you cringe, but your snide response turns into gibberish when his thumb traces circles on your clit.

"Oh my god, Jungkook—" you keen, pushing your chest forward when he bends over to latch his mouth on your nipple, grazing his teeth on the sensitive skin before laving the bud with his tongue. The sensation has you trembling, knees about to give out with the sheer amount of electricity shooting down your spine. "Do it again, baby."

Jungkook chuckles briefly before moving to your other tit, swirling his tongue over the nipple while his empty hand pinches the other one. Heeding your request, he bites down a little harder – eliciting a half-scream from your lips as you throw your head back, inches away from colliding with the tile. Marks appear on your tits every time his mouth connects to the skin and you can only moan and tremble under his touch.

"F-Feels good," you sigh, grinding your hips on his fingers. "Fuck, you're so good to me, Kook."

Jungkook grunts your name when you squeeze his cock tighter, eyes falling shut as his body shivers in ecstacy. “God, I love your hand around my dick, but I can’t wait anymore, baby, need to fuck you now,” he groans, rutting faster against your hold.

You nod for a fraction of a second and that’s all it takes for Jungkook to slip his fingers out from your pussy to spin you around, pushing your chest against the blue ceramic while his hand smacks your ass playfully. Giggling, you wiggle your hips in response before arching your back until your cunt meets the head of his cock. Your smirk stretches wider when Jungkook curses harshly under his breath.

“What are you waiting for? Come fuck me already then,” you taunt breathlessly, raising your hips to drag your folds against his shaft.

At your invitation, he seizes your hips firmly before pushing his length into your quivering pussy. You groan when you feel the tip slide in, forehead pressed against the wall as you close your eyes in bliss. He’s filling you gradually, waiting for you to adjust to his girth – and though normally you'd be grateful, you're too high on euphoria and adrenaline to wait any longer.

“Jungkook, come on,” you whine, grinding against the head of his cock. “Why don't you fuck me like you hate me?”

The instant the words leave your mouth, Jungkook growls – your name coming out through gritted teeth – and he lands a sharp, forceful smack on your ass. You grunt at the unexpected slap, nails scratching at the slippery tile as Jungkook slips out of your cunt, leaving only the tip, before plunging his cock all the way in without warning. His hand winds itself around your wet hair, tugging your head back forcibly until your glassy eyes look up at the ceiling above while he sets a brutal pace – spearing your cunt vigorously with his hard length.

“Yeah?" he grunts in your ear when you screech his name, his voice slightly muffled by the shower. "You want me to treat you like a whore? Who knew that the two-time gold medalist is this much of a fucking slut?”

You shiver as he continues the onslaught of words accompanied by brutal thrusts; surprised to see this side of the sweet boy you met only hours ago. As your high-pitch moans reverberate through the bathroom, the coil in your abdomen continues to tighten until you're shaking, relying heavily on the hold Jungkook has on your hips to keep you steady.

Jungkook continues to drive his cock into your cunt, using his grip on your hair for momentum as he rocks you back and forth. He removes his hand from your waist to palm your tits before landing a loud smack that reaches your ears. You grit your teeth to avoid screaming at the sharp pain as tears begin to blur your vision.

"Oh, you like that? I can feel your cunt tightening up," he teases with a husky laugh, pinching your nipple between his fingers while ignoring your howling cries of his name.

After roughly fondling your chest, Jungkook pushes you back to the tile, squishing your tits against the ceramic to give attention to your ass – landing quick, short smacks on your plump cheeks until the torrent of water feels like sandpaper on your skin. You grunt with every impact and sink your nails deep into the tattooed forearm that's pushing your head against the wall. There’s a prickle of worry that you’re breaking skin when he hisses, but Jungkook does not relent, continuing his brutal pace.

“Kook-“ you cry, tears and water blurring your vision. “I’m fucking close—”

You hear his raspy chuckle as he slows down. The orgasm that laps at your feet is starting to ebb and you groan in frustration, eyes screwed shut while your body trembles. You whimper pathetically against his hold, trying to turn your head to no avail. “Fuck—why?”you cry.

Jungkook laughs as he lands yet another smack across your ass. “What did you say before? ‘Fuck me like you hate me’? Should I even let you cum?” he jeers as his hand cups your core to swipe harsh circles on your clit.

No, no, no! Your eyes open wide as you stare at the white ceiling at the threat. “P-Please, let me cum!” you plead, grinding desperately on his cock.

"Look at you. So fucked out just for me." Jungkook sweeps your wet hair away from your face, planting a quick kiss on your cheek while he switches to deep, slow strokes - exiting your cunt only to slam back in. You whimper, pressing your cheek tightly against the tile as your body spasms, and you’re sure that the checkered lines has embedded themselves on your skin.

"Where's that attitude you had in the beginning, hm?" He punctuates each word with a powerful thrust, raking his fingers through your hair.

You garble half-syllables; chanting various forms of "Jungkook, fuck! Please—" in breathy moans.

“You can cum,” he concedes with a bored sigh after a few more thrusts and you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “But know that it’s because I let you.”

He relaxes his grip on your head, smoothing out your matted hair to one side of your neck. Jungkook trails his index finger down the column of exposed skin, making you shiver under his touch. “Such a pretty neck,” he mumbles, wrapping his tattooed hand around the base of your throat.

He squeezes experimentally and you clench harder around his dick; his name coming out in the barest of whispers. “Fuck—” he hisses, pressing hard enough that you can hardly breathe, especially with the thick steam from the shower around you. “Does this feel good, baby?”

You can hardly think, brain too muddled with lust and pleasure. It was difficult to talk, but you manage to whine affirmatively. “Yes – shit – feels so fucking good.”

Jungkook hums approvingly. He continues his languid pace and though you prefer the vigorous snaps of his hips, you keep your mouth shut; fearing that he'll continue to edge you when you’re so close, the impending orgasm making your toes curl.

However, your high continues to recede with every sluggish drag of his cock. With a frustrating cry, you can no longer ignore your needs. “Jungkook – harder! Please!”

The lewd sounds of sex are drowned by the cascade of water as Jungkook returns to his harsh pace, loudly grunting your name alongside your own relieved cries. His hand leaves your throat to land another sharp smack on your ass, before gripping the cheek forcibly, nails digging into your skin. Your orgasm is approaching fast – electricity shooting straight to your core when his cock slams repeatedly into the spot that makes your eyes roll back.

"Fuck, you're so tight. Can't wait to fill this pussy – ngh. Cum for me, baby, I got you," he husks.

With Jungkook's words ringing in your ears, the coil snaps. The orgasm makes your legs shake violently, making it hard for you to stay standing. Your vision is dotted in white as your head swims – your mouth repeating, “Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook!”

He chants your name through gritted teeth, helping you prolong your orgasm with every drive of his hard cock inside your swollen cunt. Jungkook’s thrusts gradually turn sloppier as he approaches his own end and despite the encroaching sensitivity in your pussy, you move your hips in tandem with his, aiding him along.

“Fill me up, Kook—” you beg, your voice sounding whiny and desperate.

“Ngh – fuck, fuck!” he groans, bruising your already stinging ass with his grip as he empties himself inside of you, spurts of white, hot cum lodging deep in your cunt.

Exhausted, he slumps over your arched figure, kissing your neck and shoulders, his body trembling as he ruts slowly inside, pushing his cum deeper. You both hiss when he leaves your battered walls and the two of you stand there for a few solid seconds, enjoying the skinship and the warm water caressing your tired limbs.

As Jungkook collects his breathing, you lather yourself up with the soap, wincing slightly at the smarting skin left by his devilish hands.

“That was—”

“Hot,” you finish his sentence with a smirk. “Here’s hoping my joints are well enough for me to compete.”

Jungkook laughs sheepishly, apologies begin tumbling out, which you silence quickly with a press of your lips against his. “None of that, I enjoyed myself,” you grin. “Let’s get ourselves cleaned up and get the hell out of here.”

When you’re fully clothed and sated, the gym is thankfully devoid of its denizens. You put the target back to where it belongs and Jungkook hauls both your gym bags and equipment over his shoulder.You spy the way he bites his lip, suppressing his laughter at your strange gait as the two of you walk towards the exit.

“Don’t laugh, you did this,” you pout, jabbing a finger into his shoulder.

Jungkook raises both his hands in defence. “You asked for it!”

The two of you talk about the upcoming competition while you walk to your respective dorms, a quiet nervous energy flowing through as you make plans to meet up for practice before the match. When you find your door, Jungkook lowers your gym bag and compound bow to the floor, before cradling your cheek with his large hand.

"Thanks for tonight, I had fun," Jungkook whispers, eyes turning into crescents. "Can't wait to see you tomorrow for practice."

He kisses you goodnight; a soft peck on your lips, before adjusting his gym bag on his shoulder and walking away.

“Before you go…" you call out, causing him to turn towards you. "Wanna make a bet with me?”

“Depends on what it is.”

“Win the gold medal for me and I’ll make sure you’re handsomely rewarded.”

With a final wink, you disappear into your dorm room, leaving Jungkook and his bewildered eyes to stare at the empty space where you stood in the hallway.

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the tension already GAH IM GOING CRAZY OVER IT so so so excited for this !!! i want to know the backstory behind these characters so bad cant wait for you to unveil it ahh!! <333

run to you | series teaser

posting date ↠ winter 2021

pairing ↠ jeon jungkook x reader

genre ↠ gang AU, forbidden love AU — enemies to lovers (angst, fluff, smut).

18+ | series warnings (potential spoilers) ↠ drinking, swearing, recurring (sometimes detailed) violence, bullying (not to reader), use of knives, multiple detailed injuries, character death, explicit sexual content.

teaser word count ↠ 810

summary ↠ You’re supposed to hate him. Your family history tells you that much, as well as the ongoing volatile feud between both your older brothers. But why is it that when Jeon Jungkook makes himself known to you, you can’t bring yourself to hate him?

or

There’s only one thing in this world that scares you — one man and his name is Jeon Junghyun. Ironically, the man you somehow fall in love with just happens to be his younger brother.

A/N. this series may still take a while but I wanted to post something for Jungkook’s birthday so here we are! :) the taglist is open if you want to be added :) thank you in advance for your patience <3

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hehehe this interaction is just so cute :( jungkook is so proud his ego must be so high 😩 also hmm oc wouldn't last long with her threat... as if they could resist each other 🤣🤣🥺 ah i'm so excited for these minisodes i cant get enough of alk!couple !! <33

[ 01. ] A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 1.2k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing | suggestive themes

note. no smut for this part, but i’m keeping the rating 18+ and have the smut label above since this drabble series overall isn’t suitable for minors !!

[ chapter index. ]

MINISODE 01. the one with the hickey ! ( BEFORE EPISODE 01 + TWO MONTHS AFTER BEING FWB. )

goeun stared at you intently, her eyes obviously and continuously flashing from your face down to your chest as you lifted the neckband of your shirt higher, your cheeks burning in embarrassment after being called out on the suspicious reddish mark just above your cleavage. you reasoned that it was seriously nothing, probably just a ‘spot that you scratched too hard earlier’—when anyone with two eyes and a functional brain could easily recognize it as fucking lovebite and not the stupid excuse you just used to cover up jeon jeongguk’s mistake.

the both of you met up earlier before your afternoon classes to do a literal quickie in one of the less visited restrooms in the college of business (yes, you two purposely picked that building to do the naughty at because neither of you were studying a major relating it), and while you were being fucked by jeongguk there in one of the cubicles—against the cubicle wall frankly—and he was trying hard to not make a sound by pressing his mouth against your chest, he might have accidentally kissed and sucked too harshly on your skin instead, thus resulting into a very obvious hickey that you weren’t able to conceal because for starters, jeongguk failed to mention its existence despite the mark being obvious as hell when you quickly parted ways because of a message by goeun herself saying the professor came to the lecture hall early.

you guessed that he might have done that because he knew you were going to scold him until his ears bled if ever he did confess, as it was pretty much established that no hickeys were allowed in this relationship of yours right from the beginning.

“you’re seeing someone right now, aren’t you?” goeun narrowed her eyes at you and you lifted your shirt’s collar up for the nth time in self-consciousness.

“no, no, i’m not.”

“no? you have a fucking love bite on your chest, ____.”

“it’s not a love bite, i told you, it’s just a—”

“oh my god, you should know better than to think i’m going to buy into whatever bullshit you’re feeding me at this moment,” she complained with a scoff, a laugh escaping you upon her words that made goeun slowly do the same though her suspicious expression was still there. “seriously, who is it?”

a shade of red conquered your cheeks but you remained to act cool, folding your arms against the table you two were occupying in this park before shrugging. “it’s no one.”

“is he hot?”

you lips twitched and goeun grinned, leaning towards you.

“he is, isn’t he?” she said. “how hot are we talking about here? on a simple scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the hottest.”

“there’s really no winning with you, huh?”

“you can’t lie to me. i can see right through you.”

you snorted as you opened the bottle of chocolate milk you bought from the cafeteria, sipping.

“come on, just give me a number and i’ll shut up.”

“like you would.” you chuckled.

“____…” she grabbed your arm, wiggling it while she wiggled her whole body too in desperation. “who is it?”

“it’s no one.”

“no one my fucking ass.”

“i’m not seeing anyone, i swear!”

“then who gave you that hickey?”

“just…” you trailed, not managing to hold on the lie for too long, “just… just someone that, uh, like—”

“holy shit, are you telling me you hooked up with someone?”

“well, it’s kinda like that but—”

just as you were about to utter another and hopefully better white lie, the culprit himself, jeongguk, abruptly sat down on the vacant chair next to you, mumbling a soft ‘hey’ as a greeting and your attention along with goeun’s shifted to him; your features automatically morphed into annoyance, your lips pressing into a thin line, something that jeongguk immediately caught on when he glanced at you, causing him then to raise his eyebrows. “what?” he asked.

“____ is seeing someone,” goeun intervened before any of you could say the next word.

jeongguk shifted his eyes to goeun, looking shocked for a second. “what?”

“she has a fucking hickey on her chest,” goeun explained, her tone sounding like she just spilled the biggest tea in the world, leading you to groan. “i’d pull her shirt down at this moment to show you but i still have my conscience.”

“shut up. you’re a literal demon, eun—what conscience are you talking about?” you teased and she laughed with you, her hold still tight on your arm.

jeongguk, on the other hand, had the nerve to smirk, tongue slightly poking the inside of his cheek as he realized it was him who did that to you, his gaze subtly flickering down to your shirt to check which granted him a glimpse of that mentioned bruise the instance goeun shook your upper body again to convince you to tell her who gave you the love bite. he honestly couldn’t help but feel a bit turned on by the sight of it, maybe because this was the first time he ever got to mark you after the occasions you have been sleeping together for the past two months, the sudden image of you covered with hickeys popping inside his head resulting into him becoming a little horny again as well.

“just a scale of 1 to 10!” goeun persisted, never taking your silence or no for an answer. “at least tell me how hot this person was on a scale of 1 to 10.”

you unconsciously met jeongguk’s gaze, the guy grinning. “yeah, i’m getting curious now too on how hot this someone is for you to let him give you a hickey, ____.”

“i didn’t let him.” you glared at him, your insides stirring nonetheless at the hot and suggestive stare he was giving you.

“aha!” goeun pointed a finger at you. “so, you do admit that you hooked up with someone.”

“uh, no.”

“____!”

“you’ll never hear it from me.”

“i feel betrayed right now, you know.”

“i don’t care. i’m going to take this to the grave.”

“for what? why the fuck sleep with someone and not tell me about it?”

“because i don’t fuck and tell, honey.” you claimed, snickering.

goeun continued to whine, listing out reasons why you should absolute tell her—until finally, like a true miracle, her boyfriend showed up and distracted her from interrogating you further, hence why you also at long last had the opportunity to turn your head towards the irritating man beside you, jeongguk innocently biting onto the sandwich he was having as a snack this afternoon with that seemingly smug smile on his face, prompting you to kick him under the table so he could return your stare and give you the attention you wanted.

he raised his eyebrows in question. “what?” he hissed.

you bent your head closer to him so you could whisper your following words and be certain only he would hear it. “you’re banned from my hands, my mouth, my boobs, and most especially my pussy for a whole week, you got that?”

jeongguk almost spat his food out to shout in protest.

note. surprise??? hehehe im gonna write shorter drabbles from time to time whenever inspiration hits :> oh and also, feel free to give me ideas for minisodes i could write in the future ! i can't promise i'll entertain all, but if i feel like the concept really screams the alk couple, then i might just do it 🤩

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