That Last Line. Fuck This Hurt So Much. Oc Asking Jungkook What He Wants And Him Remaining Silent...

that last line. fuck this hurt so much. oc asking jungkook what he wants and him remaining silent... PAIN im gasping for air and waiting to see what happens next. i already see so much distance and longing now that they aren't going to be talking anymore.. i'm just sad now. jungkook pls get your feelings in order before you lose oc forever :((

( 13. ) 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 ━ 2.9k 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 | AAANGGGGSSSTTTT !!!

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. ]

EPISODE 13. the one with outburst !

the bus was crowded as usual for rush hour, all of the seats almost taken but you thankfully secured one for yourself, sitting beside a middle-aged lady who looked like she was in a deep discussion with whoever she was texting with on her cellphone. you tried not to peer at her screen whenever she clicked her tongue and seemed exasperated, not keen on being an eavesdropper in any kind of situation but you couldn’t help it since your mind was craving to indulge in any kind of distraction as well that would help this smothering sensation to vanish.

however, the fact that you were sharing the seat with the mentioned woman with her elbow accidentally hitting you once in a while inside the jampacked bus wasn’t the reason why you felt like you were suffocating at the moment, your chest feeling tight and your hands getting clammy despite the air-condition pointed towards your direction, but it was because of none other than jeongguk and haru—your two friends standing respectively on your other side by the aisle, with jeongguk standing nearer to you as the side of his thigh kept on bumping on your shoulder every time the vehicle juggled a little, while haru was next to him, engaging into small talk—that were the reason why you were so close to hyperventilating in that small space.

maybe haru jumping from one topic to another was his way of trying to lighten the atmosphere and make you less worried given the tensed air around you three (a signature haru move frankly), but truth be told, there was nothing that could make your body less heavier thanks to what just happened minutes ago before you were getting in the bus, jeongguk muttering to you that he’ll be getting off the same stop as you and that the both of you will talk. you narrowed your eyes at him when he said that, hissing back that he shouldn’t do so since you got off the bus before haru and if haru saw you and jeongguk seemingly heading to your apartment together—what more would he assume? you were already paranoid with the act that jeongguk pulled and if jeongguk was to do that too, he’d be practically rubbing it to haru’s face that there was something indeed going on.

“so what?” jeongguk hissed while he led you to the bus itself, a hand on your back and his lips slightly brushing against your ear for walking too close to you, “why the fuck do you care what haru thinks about so much?”

“it’s not that,” you hissed back, taking a cautious glance at where haru was having a phone call with a classmate, his attention obviously not on you and jeongguk as he walked behind you two, “it’s just no one is supposed to know.”

“jimin and yebin know.”

“they’re different.”

“how?”

“they’re not in the gang.”

he scoffed. “that’s a fucking stupid excuse.”

“excuse? do you think i’m just telling excuses not to tell haru?”

“aren’t you?”

“you’re a dumbass.” you glared at him, subtly shaking the hand still on your back for it to come off, and marched faster inside the vehicle, taking your seat then and not daring to look at jeongguk again no matter how you could feel him staring at you throughout the whole ride, especially whenever you replied to haru’s attempt of a conversation or whenever you seemed like you weren’t as bothered as you were earlier. he just really liked getting on your nerves these days, didn’t he?

“what’s with saturday?” jeongguk intervened amidst this new discussion haru opened, the one about the book fair again.

haru glanced at him. “the meteorlore book fair we go to annually.”

“with taehyung too?”

“yep,” haru confirmed.

“ah.”

“why?”

“nothing. for a second there i thought it was just going to be the two of you.”

you flickered your stare on jeongguk, catching him and haru doing this annoying showdown, similar to what commenced at the sidewalk earlier.

“that wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen,” haru said. “i’m sure it’ll be fun nonetheless.”

“of course. never said it wasn’t going to be.” jeongguk snorted.

“i know.”

you rolled your eyes, focusing on the windows with the plan of ignoring them. you were definitely not in the mood to witness or hear what they were aiming to throw at each other, too pissed to even think of stepping in like what you would have done. you were already exhausted with just the thought of what you were going to talk about with jeongguk later that you couldn’t bring yourself to spend some energy over testosterone-y matters like this, partially disappointed at haru as well for biting onto jeongguk’s petty baits.

fuck. also the added thought of haru apparently liking you was another thing that was going to give you a headache.

finally, once the bus halted upon reaching your destination, you stood up and forced smiled at haru to conceal whatever it was that you were going through, telling him that you’ll see him tomorrow for the scheduled campus publication team meeting after classes. he returned the gesture, at the same time when jeongguk abruptly started to walk ahead of you towards the exit, which drove the former to raise his eyebrows in question but before he could ask, you were already rushing to walk yourself out of the bus as well, catching up with jeongguk with your heart hammering in annoyance and paranoia still at his recklessness.

sure, it wasn’t like this was the first time jeongguk had ever done something obvious nor have you—but you were under the impression that after what happened when jimin and yebin did notice it, also leading to them knowing about your messed up set-up, the both of you were going to remain more careful and inconspicuous from that point on to avoid more slip ups. though clearly, that didn’t seem like the case anymore as jeongguk continued to stride to the path where he knew your apartment was going to be, fueling your theories on why he was acting this way as well as he ignored your calls and hisses of his name until you grabbed his arm and forced him to stop walking.

“what is your deal?” you asked him immediately, panting and holding tight on the jacket he wore for the chilly night.

jeongguk halted, biting the insides of his cheeks, his body and eyes turned towards you. “are you seriously asking me that?”

“does it look like i’m joking?” you glowered. “do you even think i’d ask you if i knew what was going on? i don’t have all the time in the world to realize what you’re mad about without you telling me, jeongguk.”

“you weren’t answering any of my calls.”

“yeah, and i apologized already.”

“well, you didn’t sound fucking apologetic.”

“oh my god—is this what you want to talk about? the fact that i didn’t answer your calls?”

“no, that’s ridiculous.”

“then what?” you huffed before you let go of his sleeve. “what is it?”

he gritted his teeth.

“don’t tell me it’s about me going with haru because if it is—” you shook your head— “i swear to god, you’re just being stupid.”

his straightened his posture, irritation escalating. he didn’t think you would bring that up as soon as the two of you were alone; he was hoping you’d instead have the guts to do it when you were both in an ideal or quiet place like your said apartment, not here in the middle of the sidewalk right in front of milk tea house where he didn’t want to throw a fucking tantrum at because of your correct assumption.

everything inside him has been burning in a bad way right from the moment he saw you strolling with haru to the bus stop. regardless of what jeongguk did to take no notice of this awful uproar within him, he kept on being reminded of how long he waited until you looked at where he was earlier, only acknowledging his presence after haru pointed it out. he could only imagine how pathetic he must have appeared with his phone pressed against his ear, not one call from him being answered out of the dozens he made because of the jealousy he admittedly felt upon learning you went to the new noodle restaurant with haru, furious that you did that when the original plan was to go with him and no other person. he almost felt guilty for cancelling it because of his training—hence his sent text message—that he was going to treat you to this bingsu place you like instead, though discovering what you did in his absence, betrayal was the dominant emotion he soon felt rather than guilt.

“what if it was?” jeongguk asked. “you were supposed to go there with me.”

your forehead wrinkled, caught off guard yourself. “you were the one who couldn’t go in the first place. it’s not like i bailed on you.”

“you didn’t, but you went with someone else.”

“so? is that such a fucking problem?”

“it is!” he suddenly exclaimed, frustrated. “why did you have to go with haru out of all the people?”

“he’s a friend, why wouldn’t i?”

“you could have gone with goeun or taehyung too. it didn’t have to be just you and haru.”

“literally, that doesn’t have any difference from me just going with one person.”

“it makes all the fucking difference in the world.”

“in what way? haru is just a—”

“come on, you’re not fucking dense to be unaware that he likes you, ____!” jeongguk cut you off, shouting, catching the attention of some passersby due to the loudness of his voice. “do you really not know that already or are you just acting dumb so that he could go around and chase you more?”

you shut your mouth, eyes becoming glassy at the implication of his words and the treatment you were getting from him. you were in absolute disbelief at how he was behaving this second, at how he was so angry with you and rash with his words—though what struck you the most was the confirmation that he knew who haru liked and yet he kept on being so vague about it with you. it just supported your suspicions further on why he has been so moody and cold since the other week.

“well, now i fucking do,” you said, daring to glare back. “so, that’s it then. you’re being a dick to me because you’re jealous.”

“i am not jealous.”

“okay,” you crossed your arms, evidently unconvinced, “because you shouldn’t be. if you were, you’d be a goddamn hypocrite.”

he gave you an incredulous look. “hypocrite?”

“yeah, because you’re giving me the impression that you want me to avoid haru just because he likes me but you didn’t even do the same when it was with soomi.”

jeongguk scoffed. “oh, don’t bring that up. that’s just low of you to mention that—”

“why not? it’s the perfect fucking time to talk about it.”

“we’ve been over it—”

“no, you are over it, jeongguk.” you cut him off swiftly, pointing at him, the pad of your index finger landing hardly on his chest. “because you weren’t the one who felt stupid while all of that was going on, okay? you weren’t the one who… who... felt like a fucking idiot to think and trust that you wouldn’t go for her because you already had me.”

his expression faltered, outrage morphing into something else at your statement. “what?”

“fuck. do i have to spell everything out for you?” you complained, rubbing your face and running your fingers up to your hair in exhaustion. “you had me, guk,” you repeated with an exhale, like a huge weight has just been lifted off your shoulders when you said those words again, “i’ve always been here—and i’m always with you and when you magically decided to try dating someone for real, you still went for someone like fucking choi soomi,” you said. “but i guess, it’s my fault, isn’t it? for making it seem like i wanted out? for not stopping her or whatever, right?” you laughed without humor. “but how come you get to be mad at me for that but i can’t be mad at you for choosing her? and now… now, what? you get to be angry again just because i had dinner with haru?”

jeongguk stared at you; he was staring at your features—your features that showed him nothing but pain and hurt and how much of a fucking asshole he is. by what you were saying, it only brought more anger in his system, but no longer towards your situation with haru—it was now towards himself and what he was doing just because he couldn’t get the balls to tell you how he really felt. he didn’t even realize that you were still hung up with the soomi incident as you never showed him your contempt in regards to her again after it was resolved; he couldn’t believe he honestly thought you’d be over that as fast as he was.

“you can’t always pull this shit with me,” you told him, wiping some tears that managed to escape your eyes, scoffing once more and flashing your gaze at anywhere but his face. “you can’t tell me one day that i’m not your girlfriend and then act like you’re my boyfriend the other. you can’t keep on confusing the fuck out of me. i… i can’t—i can’t keep on holding onto you like this.”

he sighed. “____, i’m... you know, you know that was never my intention.”

“it doesn’t matter whether it was or wasn’t. the point is this thing between us hasn’t been the same as it was.”

“alright, then let’s fix it.”

“this can’t be fixed just like that.”

“then what? what do you want to do?” he stared at you. don’t say it, ____, don’t say it, please, please—

“you already know what i’m thinking of, guk.”

“____—” he tried stepping towards you but you automatically stepped back, pulling your tote bag tighter to your side.

“let’s just stop this,” you abruptly declared, your attention not on him but at the milk tea shop to feel a bit braver about what you were doing; jeongguk closed his eyes momentarily, every bone and every organ inside him seemingly crashing down. “let’s just stop it, jeongguk.”

he couldn’t reply; his lungs felt like it just combusted and his throat transformed into sand paper.

“i don’t want to end up hating you. and, and, i’m afraid i’ll end doing exactly that if we continue this.” you pursed your lips. “so… let’s just stop it until i know i can still forget about it, okay?”

you were too good for him. even now when he could see that it was taking every piece of you not to seriously lash out, you were still tending him with such care and kindness that he was sure he didn’t deserve.

“is that what you really want?” jeongguk asked, his own pair of eyes glassy and stinging.

you snorted at his reply. “if i say no, what would you do?” you bravely returned your gaze on him.

“i… i don’t know.”

“you don’t?”

he swallowed hard. “i don’t want to lose you, ____.”

“but you don’t want to have me either.”

he furrowed his eyebrows, puzzled.

“that’s the thing with you.” you sucked in a deep breath. “you say you don’t want to lose me but you’re not doing anything to keep me too.”

“that’s… that’s not true.”

“okay, then tell me right now, let’s be real, do you want to date me or you just want to be friends? because you can’t have a mix of both and expect that we’ll be fine.”

in movies or in dramas, this was supposed to be the part where the male lead doesn’t hesitate and tell his counterpart that he wants to date her and be with her after the countless episodes of pining and yearning; this was supposed to be the part where they hug or kiss and confess their everlasting love to one another, vowing that nothing will ever separate them again. but with jeongguk? in this horrible place you called as reality? he chose to stay frozen on his spot and only stare at you, at lost at how he was going to respond to that when the answer was quite obvious if we were talking about what you truly wanted him to do.

you just wanted him to pick you; you just wanted him to try falling for you like what he did with soomi. was that so hard to ask for?

“see?” you said after a few seconds of silence, your impatience getting the best of you. “you can’t even respond to such a simple question.”

“____...” he kept on uttering your name, not knowing what else to do than that. “i’m sorry. i just—this... this isn’t something i can—i can decide on that fast.”

you huffed. it was only either friends or something more. how difficult was that? “sure. i’ll let you think more about it if that’s what you want.” you nodded halfheartedly. “but, but until then,” you frowned at the ground, your eyes tearing up again at the feeling of rejection, “let’s… let’s just not be both.”

jeongguk seemed to have gotten a wake up call at that, yet his feet didn’t immediately start following you even after you suddenly began to stride forward like nothing happened. instead, he remained standing there, rigid as ever with his chest weighing the heftiest as it has since the night haru confessed to liking you, his eyes glued on your back while you trudged to the direction of your place with your head hung low, not sparing him a single glance as you went farther and farther away from his sight.

watching you walk away from him hurt jeongguk like fucking hell; not having him run after you felt all the fucking same for you.

note. im gonna be honest folks and say im not 100% happy with how i wrote this chapter but hsdjhsjdsh im not that good with angst really i swear so tHIS WAS SUCH A PAIN TO WRITE HSDJSHDHSJ nonetheless, i hope i still got what this episode is supposed to show across so huehue

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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.

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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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